I’m late. I hate being late. At this rate my editor will be sending me hate mail and locking me in a cold room with only a laptop with no internet for company.
But I think I need a crowbar.
Brand, my tattooed and hunky erotic chocolatier, is being a problem-child. I know he’s the strong, silent type and more given to introspection than to talking about his troubles but he could at least tell them to ME. After all, I have a surprise in store for him.
Dave looks like he could be a stuffy suit but he’s anything but. And he thinks Brand is just as delicious and exotic as the chocolates Brand makes.
But they need to have a CONVERSATION. Something not all that possible when lips are occupied with a variety of body parts.
I think I need a crowbar, maybe a nice +5 three foot one.
Talk, dammit. A nice insightful conversation and I’ll let you go back to the licking!
Written by Maura Anderson
Maura began writing on a whim and writing male/male romance on a dare. She enjoyed the results so much that her muse can't seem to turn off the ideas and she continues to write stories about acceptance, being true to one's self and love.
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Jet Mykles wrote,
that’s the problem with the hunky ones. Hard to get the other’s lips off him :)
sorry they’re not talking **pets**
Link | July 25th, 2008 at 9:59 pm
L.M. Prieto wrote,
*hug*
If it’s any consolation, I may end up getting locked in the room with you ;)
Link | July 25th, 2008 at 10:09 pm