Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.
Uncool – #7: by Tali Spencer:
“I’m serious, Carson. Is this guy trouble?”
How was I supposed to answer that? I didn’t know much of anything about Bradley, not much more than a name. I think I might have met him once, but I couldn’t even remember him.
“Stewart doesn’t seem to think he is.” Lame as it was, that was the best answer I had.
Lenie picked up a cookie and snapped hers in half with an evil grin. “Sounds like Carson needs to conduct a little research.”
“Says the woman who works with mummies.”
“Mummies may not talk, but they say a lot.”
The Campus Grind was busy–especially for a Thursday night mid-semester, but just as they arrived, a couple vacated a prime table in the back of the café. Grinning like they’d won the lottery, the pair quickly claimed the prize.
“What would you like?” Alex asked before either of them sat.
Austin shook his head. “No, let me get this.”
“Nah, I asked you to come with me.”
“But I called you first.”
Alex nearly laughed. First time anyone ever fought to buy him a drink. “How about you get the next time?”
“Next time?” Austin’s smile grew. “So, if I let you pay today, you’re agreeing to a second date?”
Laundry: by Lily Sawyer:
It was quite a night. It started off with their ordering pizza, a few glasses of wine, and then the next thing he knew Ben was all over him. Not that Tom was complaining. They could both be animals when that force of nature hit them. But wow, talk about wild. This morning he had to clean up the mess on the coffee table, use some Resolve to get the wine stains off the living room carpet, and now he was doing a wash. There were come stains on the front of his and Ben’s jeans, and on the bed linen as well. They always seemed to be changing bed linen; they sure made plenty of visits to Bed, Bath and Beyond to get new sheets and stuff.
Hope – Chapter 18: by Chris T. Kat:
The next two hours went by so slowly, I wondered whether time had stopped. Since we couldn’t go out, I sat on the sofa, Shane cuddled on my lap. He fell asleep almost immediately. I still couldn’t believe the things I’d found out. I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure I did believe everything, it was just too fantastic.
Mostly, however, I simply dug my fingers deep into Shane’s thick fur and prayed for Marisa to be quick and help me to get my Shane back.
Lost Inside: Chapter 4: by Cia Nordwell:
Benny crossed his arms over his chest and raised one eyebrow. “No. I told you to let him go. He’s working, not here to dance, and I heard him tell you that himself. Now I’m telling you it’s time to leave.
The new bartender yanked his arm back, and the drunk idiot who’d grabbed him let go. He scurried back around the corner. Benny didn’t move, not even to flick an ear. He’d walk this guy out, if he didn’t leave on his own.
Well, the dumbass would make it outside. Walking was optional. The icy drizzle could
Sunrise: by Victoria Adams:
The tip of the sword grazed J’dol’s stomach. He yelped and leaped back. “It’s me.”
The momentum of her thrust caused her to fall forward. The sword clattered to the floor. “Oh my God, J’dol. Did I hurt you?”
She scrambled to her feet, tripped over the edge of coffee table and landed in his grasp.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. “It’s only a graze.”
“What? No.” She wiggled back and glanced down at his shirt.
His arms felt abandoned. He wanted to…possibly needed to…hold her.
Controller – Chapter 15 : by Jon Keys:
Eli paced the room at a furious speed. His anger was plain. “He actually was playing with himself? What the hell! He’s a sick bastard.”
“Shh, I don’t want anyone else to know what happened. He’ll flunk me for sure.”
Eli froze, his eyebrows curving to a V-shape in the middle of his forehead. “Flunk you? You’re worried about him flunking you?”
I couldn’t believe how angry Eli was. I didn’t know what I felt. It had been so nasty, but it had turned me on a little too, which made me sick to my stomach. I had to pass this class, and Davidson had been clear what I needed to do for a passing grade.
Adel, Part 2: by Grace R. Duncan:
He was so lost in thought, he almost missed the door opening. But the click was loud enough to pull him back and he turned to see the very object of his musings step into the room.
“Oh! Ya sayyid, my apologies. I’ll come back.” Ghalib stepped back but Adel crossed the room in what could only have been a few strides and grabbed the door.
“No. Come in.” It came out sharper than it should have, but Adel couldn’t quite care. He was not letting Ghalib go again.
“Uh, I have other things—”
Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Two: by Julie Lynn Hayes:
Dallas’ hand began to shake. Campbell gently removed the cup of coffee from his grip and set it on the maple end table next to the couch. He set his own beside it then claimed Dallas’ hand. Dallas felt two fingers against his wrist. He knew from experience that Campbell was taking his pulse.
“A little fast, but not life threatening,” Campbell fretted. “Is something wrong, Dallas?”
Dallas tried to wrap his head around the question and make sense of it in the current context. The easier question would have been is anything right. That he could answer in a single word: no. Nothing had been right in a very long time.
Trouble Comes in Threes – #2.2: by; M.A. Church
The two cats ambled over to me. Tiger jumped on the couch, turned in a circle a few times then flopped down next to my leg. He leaned against me, paws under him. Snowball claimed the other side. I drank my beer, watching as Snowball squirmed until he found a comfortable position.
“Can’t you get fixed?”
One ear twitched.
Finally he got still. The first thing I noticed was the heat these two put off. It was amazing. It seared right through my jeans. It was like having my own personal heaters.
It’s Djinn-tastic! ch. 3: by Raine O’Tierney:
To her credit, Freckles was trying hard to be pleasant about our unexpected game changer. It wasn’t working, per se, but she was trying.
She made a little agitated noise as she raced her custom electric blue Camaro down the highway toward Zach’s house. Her hand rested lightly on the gearshift as she accelerated. As nervous as she was about all of this, she was determined to get there in half the time by breaking the sound barrier. Sometimes I gave her grief about her lead foot. Today, I just wanted make it to Zach’s, get Jinn, and get home.
Myths, Secrets and Love 10: by Elyzabeth M. Valey:
Rodric groaned and turned to the side. A warm, gentle hand grasped his shoulder hesitantly.
Calloused fingers gripped his flesh a little harder. He shuddered as two digits slid down his bare arm in a caress.
“Rodric.” Warm breath fanned his ear. Rum and chocolate. Rodric’s body responded to the scent, his cock growing hard between his legs.
“Fergus?” he whispered.
Soft lips pressed themselves to his shoulder, his neck, his jaw.
“Rodric.” Fergus’s husky voice sounded softly in his ear. “I’m waiting for you.”
Rodric groaned as Fergus’s mouth descended over his
Darkest Before Dawn; by Shelly Schulz:
Rose sidestepped past him, now even more unwilling to have her back to him. She ran cold water over a dishtowel, rang it out and threw it at him. He caught it one handed and pressed it to his bleeding face. She took three more steps to the left, hand reaching behind her, grasping the barrel of the shotgun. She pulled it from the space between fridge and counter, and sat opposite him at the table. Her chair pulled away from it, muzzle of the gun pointed at Darren.
“Who are you? Don’t give me this good ole boy bullshit.”
Diventado: Becoming; by JC Wallace:
Reality and fantasy melded; their frayed ends twisting and twining, joining their fabrics into one. Owen easily slipped along the sheen of their surfaces, falling in and out of the conjoined worlds seamlessly. The fluidity of the movement dulled his mind to that defining line, blurring the two worlds. He knew he was a prisoner in the room, however, was he also a captive in his own mind? He no longer wondered if he was in a morphine-induced haze, dying of cancer. He’d accepted the reality of the monster vying for control of his body. But had his fantasy become his reality?
Noah’s New Plan – Chapter 21 : by Rob Colton:
Dinner with Eli’s parents was quite nice. After cutting himself with a knife, Noah thought the evening couldn’t get any worse. He was right. With dinner plans abandoned, they had enough fried chicken delivered to serve an army. Maybe that helped, because once they sat down for dinner, things became a lot more casual.
Noah liked Eli’s parents. His mother was outgoing and chatted constantly throughout dinner. While his father was a quiet man, he did have a dry sense of humor. Noah could see aspects of both of them in Eli’s personality.
The rumbling of Eli’s truck nearly lulled him into sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened before dinner.
Thwarted – Part XXIII: by Renee Stevens
Mark wasn’t sure what to say and was saved from answering by Trey.
“Dad! I can’t believe you said that!”
“What?” Gary looked at his son. “It’s the truth ain’t it? Unless you’re dating some other guy.” He turned his attention back to Mark and released his hand. “I can’t begin to tell you how relieved Diane and I were when he called and told us he wasn’t renewing his commitment.”
Mark released the breath he’d been holding.
“Glad I could help, Mr. Simpson.”
“Bah, call me Gary.” Gary started towards the house. “You boys already been up to the house?”
Beyond, Part One: by MC Houle:
Beyond part 2: MC Houle:
The tension could be cut with a knife, and for the life of him, Henry could not find anything to say. He closed his eyes, breath caught in his throat, and he waited for a death that never came.
“You shouldn’t have come back.”
Henry opened his eyes to see that William had put the gun against a tree.
“Go to the old bridge and stay there. I’ll stir them in the wrong direction and send someone to get you.”
Henry almost dropped the sphere. “Why?”
Last time they’d seen each other, William had threatened him with a thousand deaths.
Sire and Justice #2; by Michael Mandrake:
Justice grabbed the mug from the table and fixed Sire’s coffee as he liked; black with 3 cubes of sugar. He released a breath, happy that the mug hadn’t really been displaced. Not only that, he’d made his Sire happy which meant he’d be close to what he really wanted; complete acceptance, total love, and a collar. The ultimate gift for any sub was to be collared by their dom. Justice wanted this most of all and he hoped his efforts to be the perfect sub wouldn’t go unnoticed.
“Here you are, Sire.” Justice placed the mug on the side of his plate. “Just as you like. Is there anything else?” Justice waited for Sire to tell him to sit. He’d been up most of the morning making sure everything was spic and span, exactly to his liking.
Sire looked up at him and waved out his hand towards the chair opposite him. “No luv, please…relax. I know you’ve been working very hard and besides, I have something to give you.”