Poor Mr. Toussaint. I’ve made he wait much to long for sharing the remainder of Avery’s interview with him. I had the chance to travel so I jumped at it, and everything else fell to the proverbial back burner.
My now is my chance to atone for neglecting that oh so charming yet frustrating vampire. I hope you enjoy it!
Avery and Char…a battle of wits?
“This one is kind of personal,” I chew on end of my pen, unexpectedly nervous about his answer. “Are you married? Do you have a girl friend or boyfriend or are relationships not part of vampire society?”
He arches his brows at me, and for a moment he twirls the stem of the wine glass in his long fingers. “Of course we can have relationships, should we choose to do so. I choose not to do so. No, I am not married. I’m happy just as I am.”
“You know I have to ask a follow-up to that, right? I mean that door is wide open.” I try my own version of a sweet smile, but somehow it doesn’t make an impression on him. Go figure.
Oh, note to self: remember to ask him about that cross. Note added, I meet his eyes. “So, care to share about your non-relationship status?”
He doesn’t speak for what feels like an eternity. Oh crap, have I offended him? And then he releases what sounds like a long sigh, or else I’m just being melodramatic.
Continue reading “Vampires and Crosses”
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Avery is on a roll! Anson and Indy are back for the next installment in their story. Remember, this is flash fiction so the story is limited in length—500 to 1000 words.
Please Note: this post may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18. Parts could be considered NSFW. You’ve been warned!
Also, be sure to check out the stories from the other Wednesday Briefers. The links are below.
Quiet. No more moaning. No more sucking sounds. Normally, Anson wasn’t all about cock blocking—but in this case, it needed to be done. There was a part of him that wondered…who was pitching and who was catching?
The client’s son wasn’t a large man, but he was cut—the private gym on the client’s estate was obviously the son’s domain. The information gleaned from their client indicated the son would come willingly. He would likely have some choice words for Anson and Indy, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. His boyfriend, on the other hand, would be the one to watch.
Frantic whispers reached his ears, the words indistinguishable. Anson imagined them scrambling to the far side of the tent while deciding what to do.
Then, once again, silence reigned. Apparently the lovers decided to make like they were invisible. The whole nothing-to-see-here routine. Too bad that wasn’t going to work. Anson and Indy would never fall for such a lame ploy.
Glancing at Indy, he noted his partner’s frown. Indy raised his hands in a what-the-hell motion. He wasn’t used to his plans not working immediately. Anson wished the occupants would make a mad dash for the safety of their vehicle, not cower behind the thin nylon wall. He shrugged in response to Indy. They’d have to wait and see what happened. Patience wasn’t an issue for Anson. While he didn’t want to wait all day all snag his target, he could do it if he had to.
Continue reading “Colorado Calling, Chapter 2”
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Avery is back to writing—look out!! This time she’s changing things up. Think adventure/suspense with a hint of romance. Don’t worry, romance will be a big part of a larger story that is to come. Right now, she’s writing some flash fiction to introduce you to some hottie guys, three to be exact.
If you’ll recall, the Wednesday Briefiers are a flash fiction group, who limit the length of their stories. They need to fit in the 500-1,000 word range and include the use of a writing prompt.
The prompt Avery chose for this story was three words…beer, bonfire, and blow job (and you were worried it wouldn’t be smexy!). *wink*
Be sure to check out the stories of the other briefers. Links to their flashes are posted below. For now, please enjoy the first installment of Avery’s story!
Anson gripped the oh shit handle above his door and braced his left hand on the dash. This was going to be a bad one. The potholes across the so-called road were large enough to swallow a MAC truck. Their beast of a Toyota didn’t stand a chance.
As his head banged the roof, Anson shot Indy a death glare. “Man, take it easy! We have to get there and get out in one piece. And we sure as hell aren’t walking!”
Indy stole a quick glance at his passenger. “Come on, dude! Don’t you trust me?”
Anson wanted to wipe the lingering smirk right off Indy’s face. Granted, the guy drove race cars for a hobby, but this was business. They weren’t going to get paid if they failed to keep the client’s son from getting killed—and not by mountain lions or bears.
Continue reading “Wednesday Flash Fiction”
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