Monday 1 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ K.C. Faelan: A Little Christmas Magic [Boughs of Evergreen]

A LITTLE CHRISTMAS MAGIC:
Release Date: December 2014
Released From: Beaten Track Publishing

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Hi, I’m K.C. Faelan and am new to the publishing world although I can’t say I’m new to writing M/M romance because I’ve written a few fanfic stories. Those stories helped me get over the nervousness of people reading my writing and paved the way to taking the next step in my writing journey.

My current story is, “A Little Christmas Magic,” put out by Beaten Track Publishing. Debbie McGowan, editor and publisher of Beaten Track, invited me to participate in the anthology, “Boughs of Evergreen—A Holiday Anthology,” which contains twenty-three holiday tales from authors all over the world. It was a massive endeavor to get the anthology together and I’m grateful for the chance to participate.

A Little Christmas Magic,” focuses on the magical time leading up to Christmas, which is my favorite holiday since, well since forever! I’ve always loved the lights and decorations, the Christmas music, and yes, even the crowds. I find lights to be especially magical and they pop up throughout the story.

I know readers often wonder if there's any part of an author in their characters and I can say yes, there are parts of me in two of the characters. They show up in Tai’s mother’s love for the holidays and her love of having their home all decked out for Christmas. It’s not mentioned in the story, but each of the trees in Tai’s household will have a theme and that comes directly from my personal experience. I have many Christmas decorating themes and change them each year, rotating through the collection of ornaments I have. This year the tree will be decorated in a southwest theme, with chili pepper lights and fairy lights. The ornaments are crafted by Native Americans and I’ve collected these on my husband and my yearly vacation to Arizona. I even have a theme with decorated goose eggs which makes the tree take on a Victorian feel. Last year the theme was travel and I decorated with trains and other ground modes of transportation. I plan on having a theme based on air flight at some point using ornaments of planets, rockets, planes and the like.

As you can see, Tai’s mother’s love of Christmas comes from me and so does Boone’s love of Christmas trees, decorating and his love of Christmas music. He hums along to one particular tune in the story and it’s my go-to song at Christmas.

I hope you enjoyed this little peak into my writer’s brain and it entices you into giving “A Little Christmas Magic” and “Boughs of Evergreen—A Holiday Anthology,” a read. Whatever you decide, I hope that whatever holiday you celebrate, you are surrounded by people you love, great food and happiness.

Have a wonderful holiday season! 

~ K.C. Faelan

BLURB:
It's the day after Thanksgiving and Ryan Forsyth is helping his friends decorate for Christmas. Little does he know that the weekend will usher in a profound change to his life, a chance for happiness if he isn't too afraid to reach out and grasp it.

Boone Ainsworth has been friends with Ryan since junior high, ever since their mutual friend Greg Hayes introduced them. Since the day they met, no one has stood a chance at claiming Boone's heart except Ryan, but Ryan is so deep in the closet, he hasn't got a clue.

Their happily ever after is just a step away, until a panicked decision changes everything. From that point on, things don't go smoothly and Ryan and Boone make mistakes neither may be able to forgive. But it's the holidays, and Ryan is banking on a little Christmas magic to help smooth the way.

EXCERPT:
It’d been a long Saturday. As usual, Tai had laid out an itinerary as to what holiday preparations and celebrations everyone would participate in that day.

First, was heading to a tree farm to select three—not one, but three trees—and that took a few hours. Afterwards they all went to lunch, Tai’s treat. Grateful for their help, he planned on paying for all their meals and fun that day, which was fine with Ryan. He was glad Kristen brought her friend Melissa along because he wasn’t interested in hanging out with her. He much preferred Boone, who, thankfully, hadn’t invited Simon along to join them.

Once they got the trees back to Tai’s and set them up in their stands outside, Tai called it quits on the decorating and suggested they all head downtown to the ice rink. Ryan wasn’t thrilled, but went along. Tai as usual helped Greg, and Kristen instructed him, but his heart wasn’t in it. Maybe it was because he couldn’t stop watching Boone. His friend seemed to do everything well. He knew Boone had taken skating lessons when he was young, but he had never bothered to watch how well he skated, until now. Kristen finally had enough of his distraction and left him to observe Boone from the sidelines.

After the skating, they drove to their usual club hangout for dinner and some dancing. The place was packed. Even though they had reservations they had to wait because their table had been assigned by accident, but they were promised the next available table. However, before that happened, the girls spotted a special event happening in one of the party rooms. It was a chance for people to give their Christmas wish list to Santa Claus for monetary donations, with all donations going to the local food banks.

Ryan wanted to relax, but found himself next in line and getting ready to do something utterly ridiculous even if it was for a good cause. “Come on, guys, you can’t be serious.” He halted at the entrance to the red carpet that led to Santa Claus and his chair. He really wasn’t in the mood to go along with his friends’ absurd idea of sitting on Santa’s lap. Especially not after the long day they’d had. “Do I have to?”

“We all did it, Ry, go on.” Giggling, Kristen and Melissa shoved him forward. A sexy elf girl and elf guy in tight, shiny-red booty shorts each grabbed one of his arms. They led him down the candy–cane-lined pathway to the bottom of the steps, leading up to where Santa sat in his huge, high-backed chair. There, the elves let him go and he was left looking up at Santa Claus and wishing he could turn around and head back the way he’d come. He glanced over his shoulder at his friends. Laughing, Greg and the girls motioned at him to get moving. He searched for Boone and found him grinning, giving him a thumbs-up. Letting out a sigh, he solemnly climbed the steps up to Santa’s platform.

He paused in front of Santa and looked one more time over his shoulder at Boone who was still grinning. Ryan turned back around. Santa patted his gloved hands on his bright red lap and held out his arms, his eyes twinkling, a grin on his lips.

“This is ridiculous,” Ryan muttered under his breath as he maneuvered his way onto Santa’s lap.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! And who do I have the pleasure of meeting tonight?” Santa’s grin was cheerful, his eyes full of merriment.

He peered at Santa sideways. “The name’s Ryan.”

“Ryan is it? Have you been a good boy this year, Ryan?”

“I feel stupid.” Ryan ran a hand over his face and glanced over at his laughing friends.

“And why’s that?” Santa asked.

“I don’t believe in Santa Claus.”

Santa tilted his head. “You don’t have to believe in me to have Christmas wishes come true.”

Ryan stared at Santa then down at his hands, which he hadn’t noticed he held clenched in his lap. “I don’t think you can help me anyway.”

“Why don’t you try me? What do you wish for?”

“I…” He looked over at his friends who were still watching then turned back to Santa.

“Don’t look so worried. You’re under no obligation to tell me anything.” Santa patted Ryan’s shoulder. “Maybe you’d like a new car, or how about a Lear Jet? I’ve had a lot of requests for those this year.” Santa smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

A smile tugged at the corner of Ryan’s lips despite his current glum mood. What did he have to lose? It was all in fun anyway. He motioned Santa closer with his finger and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want to be happy.” Ryan drew away and held his breath. He’d never told that to anyone, not even his best friends.

Santa leaned back in his chair and watched him closely. He peered over the top of his gold-rimmed spectacles, his blue eyes somber. “You’re not happy?” he asked, so quietly that Ryan had to lean forward to hear Santa’s question.

Ryan shook his head. “I have great friends, family and a promising career. I should be, but I’m not.” He looked over at Boone, who now wore a look of concern on his face. He turned his attention back to Santa and saw that Santa had followed his gaze.

“I see,” Santa replied after a pause. “Some Christmas wishes need courage in order to come true.” Santa reached over and laid his large gloved hand over Ryan’s. “I can tell you if you want to be happy and put in the hard work, that you will be.”

Ryan gave a soft chuckle. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a shrink.”

Overcome with laughter, Santa threw back his head, his stomach jiggling and his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ho! Ho! Ho! In a way I am. All those elves up at the North Pole—there’s always someone causing mischief that I need to straighten out. Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa smiled and gave him some more advice. “Don’t give up, Ryan. Christmas is a time for miracles.” He tapped Ryan on the nose with his finger and Ryan heard his friends laugh.

“Thanks, Santa. I’ll try and remember that.” He gave Santa a grin and got to his feet.

“You’re welcome. Remember, Ryan, you’ll get your happiness if you reach for it. Don’t give up.”

Ryan headed back to his friends along the red carpet, escorted once again by the elves. He found Boone and flashed him a grin. Boone answered back with one of his own.

AUTHOR BIO:
Many moons ago, with the encouragement of a writer friend, K.C. Faelan sat down at the keyboard and wrote her first fanfic story. After a few years, her muse went into hiding, and then suddenly re-emerged, urging KC to participate and take on one of the prompts in the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s 2014 Love’s Landscapes DRitC event. Still a fledging in the world of writing, KC is happily learning what it takes to get a book from the first typed specks on a word doc, to seeing that story in book form.
KC currently writes contemporary male romance but plans to spread her wings into other m/m genres.  She enjoys reading about m/m in almost every setting from paranormal, to sci-fi to historical backdrops. She loves men, from the Alphas to the omegas, and all the pretty boys in between. Intelligence and humor whet her appetite. Toss in a course of UST, a dash of angst, season with fluffiness, and she dives right in. For dessert, it’s HEA all the way.
KC lives in Northern California with her husband and two rescue birds. Their female bird hates women and wishes KC would go play in the middle of traffic or take a long walk off a short pier, leaving her alone to build a nest with KC’s husband. KC however, believes she adds spice to the bird’s life, and this is where they have a vast difference of opinion.

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About the Anthology

Language: English
Published: 21st November, 2014
Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
ISBN: Vol 01: 9781909192898; Vol 02: 9781909192911
No. of  pages: Volume 1 - 402: Volume 2: 396
Category: Fiction

BOOK DESCRIPTION
Boughs of Evergreen is a two-volume collection of short stories celebrating the holiday season in all its diversity. Penned by authors from the UK, the USA, Scandinavia and Eastern Europe, these are tales of the young and the not-so-young from many different walks of life.

Themes of family, friendship and romance take readers on a journey through some of the major holidays, both past and present, including Thanksgiving, Advent, St. Lucia Day, Hanukkah, Eid, Saturnalia, Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas and New Year. In each we find at the very least hope, and often love, peace and happiness.

Each story will also be published individually as ebooks on 1st December, 2014.

Proceeds from sales of this anthology will be donated to The Trevor Project. The Trevor Project is the leading national organization [USA] providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24.
For more information, visit:
www.thetrevorproject.org.

THE STORIES: (links go to samples and author biographies)

Volume One





Guest Blogger ~ David Russell: Self's Blossom.

Release Date: July 2010

Blurb:
A romantic, erotic tale of a vivid portrayal of the quest for the inner truth, empowerment and sexual liberation of Selene, a woman searching for primeval abandon and reckless adventure. Intelligent, a university graduate and a successful careerist, Selene became emotionally scarred by unhappy relationships. Riled and taunted through the years by her former college roommate Janice, Selene gave in to the long-term desire to ‘get one back’ at Janice by having a passionate holiday encounter.

Excerpt:
Here she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her, stare speaking to her. It was the spirit of love beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip…the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.

At first she lay in the tide's path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance--her breath heaved in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss--then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented Selene dozed a while..


Author Bio:
b. 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums: Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’

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Sunday 30 November 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Haley walsh: Foxe Den [Skyler Foxe Mysteries 3.5]

Skyler Foxe Mysteries 3.5
Release Date: December 2012


Blurb:
FOXE DEN follows high school English teacher Skyler Foxe and his friends throughout the holidays, from Thanksgiving to New Year’s. Along the way, Skyler gets to inflict his mother on his boyfriend Keith, meets Keith’s parents, and just generally tries to navigate the treacherous waters of a brand new relationship. Unlike the novels, this novella hasn’t any mystery to solve. It’s the sort of stuff that happens between characters once the book cover is closed; a gift of “DVD extras.”

Excerpt:
Helen herded the others out of the kitchen and steered them to the family room. “Let’s all take a few minutes to sit down, get everyone a drink, and we’ll relax before dinner.”

The family room had an enormous fireplace, with heavy beams overhead and a few animal heads on the wall. One particular deer was giving Skyler the stink eye. In the corner was a magnificent Christmas tree, with an array of sparkly ornaments and twinkling lights. 

Howard handed Skyler his drink and Keith grabbed Skyler and sat him down beside him on the sofa. The boys sat on the floor in front of the X-box, ignoring the adults and drinking Coke out of cans, and Sarah and Van took the sofa across from them.

“Bree not here yet?” asked Keith.

Howard swirled his bourbon. “Toni’s having issues,” he said, using air quotes. “They’ll be here soon.”

“So Skyler,” Helen began after taking a sip of her drink. “Keith told me all about your trouble with the school. I was appalled to hear that you were shot in the line of duty.”

Both twins whipped around to stare at him with wide-open mouths.

He wasn’t in the line of duty,” said Keith quickly.

“No kidding?” asked Mick. “You were really shot? With a gun?”

It was the last thing Skyler was expecting. He stared at everyone and their concerned expressions and looked helplessly at Keith.

“He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Were you there, Uncle Keith?” asked Jon.

“Yes. I was working in the capacity as a Special Agent.”

Skyler looked from one twin to another. “I wasn’t really supposed to be there, but I was trying to bring the bad guy to justice.”

“Wait,” said Sarah. “I’m confused. I thought you were a high school English teacher.”

“I am.”

“Then what in the world were you doing chasing down bad guys and getting shot?”

The twins were still staring at him in wide-eyed wonder. Uncle Keith’s boring teacher boyfriend was suddenly looking mighty interesting. “It’s kind of a long story. I’m just glad Keith was there to save the day. He took down the bad guy.”

“Did you shoot him, Uncle Keith?” asked Jon.

Sarah frowned. “Boys…”

“Yes,” said Skyler, somewhat proud of Keith. “He did. He shot him. He…killed him.”

Silence.

Skyler looked around. “He had no choice. He would have shot Keith and then finished me off. There was no choice.”

“Then you did the right thing, son,” said Howard.

Keith looked stoic but Skyler could feel the tension in him. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe it hadn’t been Skyler’s place. But he saved Skyler’s life, dammit, and Skyler was grateful and proud of him. “It’s not something Keith takes lightly,” he said in explanation.

“Of course not,” said Howard. He handed Keith his bourbon. “A man with a badge has to make a thousand decisions a day like that.”

“Which is why I gave up that badge once,” said Keith. “But it’s neither here nor there anymore. It’s done.”

The twins still blinked at him. Skyler had the feeling that the English teacher and Uncle Keith’s cool factor just spiked.

They all chatted lightly about their holidays and then Helen announced that dinner was ready. Instead of sitting down to a formal dinner, everyone was invited to get their own bowl of chili and fix it how they liked it. Beers were offered to the grown-ups and then they all returned to the family room for informal eating.

Skyler ate and watched the interaction between Keith and his brother, parents, and sister-in-law. It was all so normal, a bit loud with friendly arguments at times, but mostly relaxed except for the bit of tension in the corner of the room where Skyler the Stranger sat. They tried to include him and he tried not to be a wallflower, but this was definitely not the usual social situation he was used to.

After everyone had had their fill, dishes were cleared and the adults continued chatting. Skyler excused himself to freshen up and went upstairs alone. In the en suite bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror. Hair in place. No chili or stringy cheese on his face. Nothing in his teeth. So far so good. He cupped a hand over his mouth and breathed, getting a whiff of his onion breath. Better brush my teeth. He got his kit from his luggage in the guest room and returned to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, refreshed his cologne, straightened his hair, and stared at his reflection. “You have to go back down there. They’re nice people. They made Keith, after all.”

Reluctantly, he turned off the light and went to the top of the stairs. But as he descended he overheard the conversation below and slowed on the steps, finally stopping.

“He’s pretty young, isn’t he, Keith?” The voice of Sarah, his sister-in-law. “I mean, he’s young enough to be our son.”

“If you were a mother at fifteen,” grumbled Keith.

“Young and blond,” said Van, laughing. “That’s how he likes ’em.”

“Van!” said Helen.

“Come on, Mom. Did you forget his last two boyfriends?” He laughed anew. “Face it, bro. You’re a sucker for a pretty blond.”

Skyler thought he heard Howard snorting.

“Look, you guys, Skyler is a special person,” said Keith. “It doesn’t matter to me how old he is. Or how blond…dipshit.”

Sarah’s shadow moved across the room. Skyler pressed himself against the far bannister so he wouldn’t be seen. “So is it serious?” she asked. “Is this ‘the one’?”

“They’re always ‘the one’,” said Van.

“That’s not true,” said his mom. “Keith is responsible. He isn’t a playboy. Just like you and Bree. After all, how many girlfriends did you have, Van? As I recall, things got pretty serious with you and Sarah early on. But Keith. I have to agree that Skyler does seem a bit young, though very charming. Are you in love with him?”

The room suddenly got quiet. Skyler held his breath. Keith wasn’t talking loud enough. All Skyler could hear was soft murmuring voices. He leaned over the railing, straining to hear. Farther…farther…

“Who are you?”

Skyler jolted, nearly going over the side. Heart racing, he grabbed the railing and turned. A little girl, about eleven or twelve, had poked him and looked up at him from the step below his.

He shushed her and took her arm, leading her softly down the stairs and around the corner, away from the gossiping adults. “I’m Skyler,” he said quietly. “Are you Toni?”

“Yeah.” She had brown, stringy hair. One ear bud was in her left ear and the other dangled over her Adventure Time t-shirt. “You’re Uncle Keith’s ‘special friend’,” she said, using air quotes. “Like I don’t know what that means. Do I have to call you ‘Uncle Skyler’?”

“Um…I don’t think so.”

“Good. Are you a teacher, too?”

“Yup. High school English Literature.”

“Sounds boring.”

“It’s not. What grade are you in?”

“Why do grown-ups always ask that? Like it’s the most important thing to me?”

“All right. What is the most important thing to you?”

She shrugged with her whole body.

“Right. That’s why we ask that.”

She smirked and then turned away, looking past the stairs toward the family room. “My mom’s in there. She’s Uncle Keith’s sister. It’s all boring.”

“Why don’t’ you play X-box with your cousins?”

“I don’t like the games they play.”

They stood awkwardly for a moment until Skyler spotted her ear buds again. “What are you listening to?”

“The Shins.”

“Oh cool. I like them.”

“You do not.”

“I do, too. I love ‘Turn On Me’.”

Her eyes widened. She grabbed her iPhone in her pocket. “I have that. Want to listen with me?”

“Yeah.” She found the song in her phone and cued it up. She offered the other ear bud and Skyler put one knee to the floor, his head near hers, and popped the ear bud in his ear to listen to the song.

Until someone tapped him on the shoulder. 

Now take a look-see at the latest In the series.

Skyler Foxe Mysteries #5
Desert Foxe
Release Date: November 2014


Blurb:
Skyler and his friends go to Palm Springs for the annual White Party and find murder!

Out and proud high school English teacher Skyler Foxe and his posse of friends go to the annual Palm Springs White Party for a weekend of fun, frivolity, and luscious men. But there are boy troubles of all kinds ahead. Skyler's boyfriend and high school coach Keith Fletcher has to endure an embarrassing number of Skyler's former hook-ups, one of the SFC might be going solo, Skyler encounters unexpected and unwelcome participants at the party, and there's a murder on the dance floor, literally at Skyler's feet! Both Skyler and Keith are drawn into investigating more than murder when the FBI asks Skyler to do the unthinkable.

Excerpt:
The drumming and chanting went on and on without stopping. That's fine, he thought as he made his way across the compound. It might help mask his disappearance. Not that anyone had yet seen him up close, and that was fine, too. With any luck, he'd be out of there by tonight anyway.

The distant blaring lights from the city lit the desert, glowing as bright as a full moon along the edges of whispering dunes and scrub. The cities of the desert sprawled away from him, with their twinkling lights; an island in an otherwise dark desert sea. The air smelled of the soft scent of wildflowers and the pungent aroma of creosote. He even heard the faint squeak of a fluttering bat overhead, and he turned toward the sky, searching for it amid the scant stars, chased away by the city glow, even way out there.

He made it to the Quonset hut and opened the door carefully. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he saw that all was clear and then slipped inside.

Time was of the essence now. He already felt he had outstayed his welcome. He couldn't chance another trip here, not this close to zero hour.

He found a locked door in the barn-like space and got his hopes up that it would be here and then this darned thing would be over. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, thinking of the tall Indian posing as his lover. But he knew the man was harboring a secret, and it made him nervous. The man was made of secrets, but it hadn't accounted for the uneasy feeling in his gut. They'd argued about it once, as if they were already lovers, but the man seemed as if he had wanted to tell him something, confide. It would have to wait.

The rest of it was getting dicey. It had that feel to it, as if it were coming to a close very shortly. But it also had the feeling of walking on the edge of a razor. Castro had spied him once or twice across the cavernous hall, but hadn't deigned yet to talk to him. His cadre of thugs kept all comers at a safe distance. And that was fine, too. For now.

He used his pocket tools to quickly jimmy the lock and edged inside. His Maglite was in his hand, but he used it sparingly. He didn't want the light to shine from under the storeroom door. Pushing back the damp blond hair from his forehead, he stared at the stacked boxes, thinking.

This wasn't it. It wasn't the place.

"Damn!" He barely breathed it. This wasn't it. Because that would have been too easy.

The storeroom door opened suddenly. He froze. A hulking shape appeared in the shadowy doorway before the door quickly shut again.

"Are you in here?" whispered the voice of the tall Native American.

He sighed in relief, his hand itching for his Glock tucked in the back of his pants. "Shit, you gave me a heart attack."

The tall man moved closer into the room, almost up against him. He smelled his scent unsullied by cologne, a sharp masculine scent. The tall man, John Joseph, was gay, out and proud. He exuded confidence, but it was dangerous falling into that trap. The man didn't know, couldn't know all the secrets surrounding him. "I heard some talk at the powwow," said John Joseph. "Something I don't think I was supposed to hear. I think they might be moving them soon."

"And we don't even know when and where," said the shorter blond man.

"Soon. We really have to be on alert. You'll have to be ready to go. Have you found anything here?"

"No. I don't see us getting many more chances." He looked around and felt the walls close in. Time was slipping away, and it was getting far too dangerous. "Look, John Joseph. You've been a great help. But I don't think it's fair to involve you much further in this. I don't know how much longer I can protect you."

The Indian laughed. "You protect me? Look at me." He patted his flanks, looking down at the blond man. "I think I can protect myself."

He rolled his eyes. "Who's got the training? Never mind. I'm pretty sure our cover's about to be blown."

"Speaking of blown..."

He jerked his head toward the taller man. They'd been dancing around it. But nothing could be done when they were surrounded by so much danger and while they were on the job.

But boy, had he wanted to.

He looked down at his shoes, feeling his face heat up. "How about when this is over?"
John Joseph stepped closer. "When will that be?"

"Soon. Trust me. I can feel that we're getting close. We'd better—"

The door opened again. The light flicked on and the men in the doorway stopped.
Now the walls really were closing in.

Author Bio:
Haley Walsh tried acting, but decided the actor’s life was not for her. Instead, she became a successful graphic designer in Los Angeles, her hometown. After fifteen years of burning money in the ’80s and early ’90s, she retired from the graphics industry and turned her interests toward writing. She became a freelance newspaper reporter, wrote articles for quirky magazines, published award-winning short stories, and now writes an acclaimed gay mystery series, the Skyler Foxe Mysteries. She’s lived all her life in southern California, sampling wines and chomping chocolate. Yeah, it’s a living.

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