It’s the Return of Your Hump Day Hump!!! WOOT!

It’s the return of Your Hump Day Hump! WOO HOO!!!! Unedited M/M NC 17 excerpt, so I am warning you! Here is a snippit of These Broken Wings…

“I am not a whore,” he grumbled, staring down at the glossy blue head. Klintic’s solid black eyes seemed amused as he stared up at him.
“No, not a whore. Never that. You are too intelligent to take that rout. But if you were of my realm, you would be an es

oteric bard, crafting tales of passion and desire, brining whole kingdoms low with the power of your voice and your imagination. You were made for the finer things, darling man. You were not meant to toil.”
“I was a foot ball player, Klintic. It’s a violent sport. I only stopped because someone injured my knee.”
Klintic’s hand traced down his legs to caress the scars that covered his left knee. After five surgeries to correct his problems, Angel knew that it wasn’t the most impressive part of his body.
“Scars like a warrior on a escoterics body. These are marks of honor, Angel. And your body has seen much damage. But it only strengths your character… body of a warrior, soul of a scholar, heart of a lover—“
“Shut up and put my dick in your mouth.”
As he spoke Klintic continued to rub his face across his groin, the head of his cock rolling across his smooth cheeks. It was driving him mad to look down and see the silvery trials of his precum slicking up the man’s face.
“You smell divine,” Klint continued while rolling his balls delicately in his palm. His other hand trailed over his legs, up the inside of his thighs then up to tease at the skin below his navel. “Maybe I will take you in to my mouth”
“Please,” Angel whimpered refusing to close his eyes as Klint leaned up and delicately lapped at his shaft.
HI]is legs begin to give way and he reached for Klintic’s shoulders, his fingers brushing his wings and he froze.
The last time he had touched them, he had been thrown back into a tree. But this time, he only felt a tiny spark of that static electricity before a thick rush of heat rolled thought his body.
“The fuck?” he snapped, them hissed as that heat seed to fine his ever erogenous zones and smooth over each and every one. “What was that?”
Even Klintic looked amazed for a moment, before a wicked grin spread across his face. “My magi. It seems to like you,” he purred before gripping the base of his cock and swallowing it down.
“Holy Shit!” Angel gasped, his fingers tightening on Klintic’s shoulders as lighting stuck his body.
His nipples hardened untouched beneath his t-shirt, his hips arced to get his dick deeper into that tight wet head, his knees would have given completely away of Klintic didn’t grip his hips to hold him in place.
“Sensitive,” Klintic chuckled after he pulling off with a slurp. “And you don’t have ridges… But your cock has left a pleasant taste in my mouth, my Angel. I would have more. May I have more?”
“You don’t even have to ask,”
Angel found himself shaking on the verge of exploding as again Klintic expertly swallowed his whole length. His throat muscles tightened down around him like nothing he had ever felt before. And then Klint used his tongue to bathe his balls.
He had to see. He looked down and nearly cried out at the sight. Those black eyes open, staring him in the face. He felt frozen as if Klintic was looking into his soul. Then he felt his fingers slide between his cheeks.
Angel cursed as he could not get his legs wider with his panes trapping his legs below the knees.
“You like this” he pulled off to ask.
“Just get a finger in there!” Angel demanded, reaching for Klintic’s head to shove his cock back into his moth. He wanted it all and Klintic was very wiling to deliver.
He hummed as he swallowed him down this time, making Angel go up on his knees and began to mentally recite Super Bowl stats just to stop from climaxing.
He felt Klintic’s finger slice of his anus, pressing firmly, giving him pressure but no penetration.
He heaved, pushing back, but then Klintic swallowed again and he was pushing forward trying to get deeper.
His body was confused, not knowing to push back to thrust down.
“Please,” he whined, feeling an empty ach in his ass. He loved to be filled, had a few dildos in his bedside table for that, but now there was warm living flesh playing with is ass and it was driving him crazy.
Smirking around his mouthful of cock, Klintic pressed in hard, his finger sliding in deep.
“Fuck!” he screamed, closing his eyes as his body trembled.
Then he was slowly being fucked with that long finger. He couldn’t remain silent.
“Please, Klintic,” he begged. “Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me with your finger and don’t you stop!”


Man, it’s been a month since I updated.  Where to start?

Okay… Conventions! Lori Foster was a blast! I dOwn…more like up and over, with the awesome PJ Schnydef, the effervescent Dana Marie Bell, the always on time Joy Harris. We stopped and snatched up Camille Anthony once we braved storm clouds, interesting directions, and road kill. I sm not ashamed to say that I didn’t sleep for over 24 hours… Thank God for Mac! D Renee Bagby was ther for the first hotel drop and wentwith me to get Camille.  Ohio is a very large flat place.

But once we got there, the partying began! The Pimp my Author Honey Sweet Mavens blessed us with gift baskets! It’s been awhile since I got a gift! LOL. I am usual,y the ones giving any the baskets!!

We were slightly over burdened on the way home, but a wonderfuarc over artist… Gave Sandy a ride home and then it wasagent home so that PJ could make her business trip the next day (that woman never lets grass grow beneath her feet) athe for me to best the midnight dead line.?. Which I did after fretting lose in Dana’s neck of the woods (some of those houses reminded me of Edward Scissor hands) and I made it with time to spare. Don’t ask about the week that followed, I don’t remember much, but there was medicinal rum involved.

There was the Big Balticon Screw up! Not going into that  but I might not be going to one of my favorite con’s next year until checks and balances are put into place. It kind of hurts that Philly treats me better than my own home town con. Sigh.

Next major con… Otakon!! And I am still recovering my house from my attack of Cosplayer Costuming! Feathes everywhere! And I only needed a few! I was not a both babe this year, I was plain encore panelist with  PJ Schnyder. Had my babies with me…Through its getting hard to call them my babies when they are all bigger than me? At least I have my pseudo daughter there who is still smaller than me, thank you very much! Checkout the photo

Homestuck Dev!Me!

Me and Lani

Next up, Dragoncon! I get to be Mommy Long Legs! LOL  Photos to surely follow!

Now I have my Changeling Press writing table…. A book every six weeks! Get ready to write!

The anthology, the zombie interracial post apocalypse erotic thriller was a bust. Sigh. But I love my story so I am sending it elsewhere soon. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Now for the excerpts! We got a lot, starting with How Not To Date a Human!Enjoy them and as always, tell me what you think!


Chapter 1


“Oh God, yes,” McCabe could barely hold in the moans that were rolling form his throat. And really, why would he want to?

His lover’s mouth was wet and hot despite the latex barrier that separated him from the real pleasure of her mouth.

But it was worth the battier to keep her safe.

Her fingers ran up his spread thighs her nails scratching lightly at the sensitive flesh as his head rolled from side to side on the scattered pillows.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped as her fingers trailed high enough to cup his balls, tugging gently at the rolling orbs within his sac. “Gonna make me come.”

Spooky, of course, was silent to polite to speak with her mouth full or too busy showcasing her oral expertise, but he really didn’t care with. She was going to make the top of his head explode.

He licked his lips, still tasting the spicy flavor of her, recalling how she rode his face, fucked his tongue as he held her over him.

He closed his eyes and shuddered as the memory of her thighs on either side of his head, squeezing as her hands fisted in his long hair was enough to bring him closer to his inevitable climax.

He thought of the ring still sitting in his pants pocket and almost cackled in glee. His plan was working, just not in the order he devised,

First, he was supposed to delight her with his culinary skills, something that shocked most people that he actually had. After all, who ever thought that a construction worker/show magician would do anything more than lift weights and practice slight of hand? But he could cold cook and the four course meal he had produced more than proved it.

The next thing was confession. He had a dozy of a secret and it was bound to make any normal woman run screaming from the room. But his Spooky was not normal—well average at any rate.

Spooky Love was the best thing that ever happened to him. He met her when he and his crew were hired to resign office space at a scientific lab called Deci Corp little more than two years ago. His boss, knowing that he held a master’s degree in Engineering felt that he could bridge the gap between the layman and the academic elite when it came to explaining the can and can not’s of their plan. It was at one of these meetings that he met Ms. Spooky Love, three masters degrees and a disdain for anything or anyone not giving their all.

She had taken one look at his written proposal and wondered out loud why he was not publishing. “Publish or die,” she reminded him, and he found himself telling her of his academic burn out.

“At your age?” she sounded skeptical.

“I got my bachelors’ when I was thirteen,” he told the sad tale. “And then it was non stop school, pressure from my peers when I was better at them in something, pressure from the schools who used me like a poster child for their training techniques, and finally the whole no being credited for my theory’s because my academic advisor felt that I was too young to understand what my name going on a study could mean. I found myself standing on the roof of the science building with the intent to take a long walk when I was almost beamed with a brick. I mean, not a small ornamental one, but a huge frigging foundation type bring. Then I noticed how ill put together the building actually was. So I came down off the ledge, put in a safety complaint with the powers that be, and instead walked off campus. I was twenty-two when I discovered that I felt a lot better about using my intelligence if I could make it so that no buildings would collapse on people and that was that. I never looked back.”

Spooky thought his story was interesting enough to learn more over lunch, and then dinner, and then breakfast.

He thought that she would complete her intellectual slumming and then move on, leaving him a little colder but grateful for the opportunity to get up close and personal with her, but within a month, shared breakfast was a common occurrence.

That she moved in with him was a miracle, and that she stayed was a blessing that he never discounted.

So almost a year later, he knew that Spooky was the one woman he would spend the rest of his life loving.

And that was step three of his plan. But that kind of got sidetracked when he presented her favorite desert. She made such erotic noises consuming the crème brule that he had to take advantage.

She was no more than three spoons in when he had her panties tossed across the room as was between her legs, eating at her shaved pussy, sucking on her clit and drinking down her juices as she came spectacularly, riding his face on the dining room floor.

The condoms were in the bedroom; so he slung her over his shoulder and tossed her to the bed, ready to wrap it and fuck her senseless, when she changed the rules.

She grabbed the flavored condoms and began to devour him, trying to draw his soul thought his cock.

And now, as he balls drew up under her encouraging hand, as her finger between his spread cheeks and traced over his hole, he knew that would drop down on his knees and beg her to marry him, even if he wasn’t so damn in love with her.

“Spooks,” he panted, his chest heaving as he tightened a hand in her hair. “God, Spooks baby! Gonna come—gonna come, baby!”

She increased her suction, her dark hair clinging to her forehead with sweat, and looked up at him, her golden brown eyes glowing with pleasure.

Yeah, she had control of him and she knew it.

She groaned as she shoved a finger in his ass, striking his prostrate as she swallowed him down balls deep.

He was lost, he threw back his head and gave in to the urge to thrust deep and let go.

He cried out as his hips thrust forward, his muscles tightened, and his nerves began a pleasurable burn.

He groaned as his cock spasmed, shooting his seed into the tight condom, the only sounds in the room were his rough panting and her steady swallowing—

Swallowing? Fuck no! The condom broke!

“Spooky!” he gasped, his post orgasmic lethargy leaving him as she sat up and stared down at his lover.

“What?” she purled, looking like the cat that had run down, caught and then ate the damn canary.

“The condom—“

“Not bad, Masterson,” she chucked, licking her lips. “Kind of like strawberries with a hint of lemon and a sweet aftertaste. Is this what you have been depriving me of all this past year? Now that I got it straight from the source, I am going to want to do this again and again.”

Then all hell broke loose.