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The List

Here’s the thing: in my life, I can’t use the word “plan.”  You see, if I plan something, no matter what it is, it invariably goes to shit and the plan falls apart.  So, I try not to make plans, per se, as there is little point.  Either life, or my own idiocy, gets in the way.

But I do make lists.

I love lists.  They help to keep me focused and I get quiet satisfaction from being able to cross things off the list.

Now, I didn’t want to plan out my writing schedule for the upcoming year.  If I did, it would a recipe for disaster.  Instead, I combed through the plot bunnies and made a detailed list of the things that I want to write.  And while they are in no particular order, I do intend to focus on some before the others.

Right now, I’m working on the first thing on my list.  A short story that may or may not turn into a novella.  Also on the list? Rewriting Postcards from start to finish, writing another book that takes place in the same world with a MC we met as a secondary character in Postcards, a paranormal novella, and there is tentatively a contemporary novel skirting the edges of my brain that’s on the list as “That one about the guy.”

Trust me, I know what that means 😉

At any rate, I’m writing and editing.  It’s nothing too groundbreaking, I assure you. In February, Hero Worship will be released in the Dr. Feelgood anthology from Dreamspinner Press.  More details on that as the date gets closer.

The list will, undoubtedly, grow and change as the plot bunnies start hopping.  But that’s all right.  That is the way of it.  In the meantime, I have the list to help keep me focused.

Flash Fic Friday

Flash Fic Friday

Slowly, Cameron removed his clothes.  Naked, he stood in the middle of the room, biting his bottom lip and trying to tell himself that he didn’t need it, didn’t want to do this.  But he did.

He loved the way the satin and lace made him feel.  With trembling hands, he pulled the garment from the drawer and just held it.  Soft pink, delicate, the lingerie was exactly what he needed after a bad day.

With the utmost reverence, he pulled the panties on and didn’t try to suppress the groan of satisfaction as they slid up his thighs and into place.  The fabric stretched to accommodate him, cupping his cock and cradling his balls.  He closed his eyes and savored the feeling.  He walked the three steps toward the full length mirror by memory, and then slowly lifted his lids.  His skin was winter pale and smooth and the pink looked perfect against his complexion.  He looked pretty.  He felt pretty.  His wavering confidence settled into place.

He didn’t know why he liked feminine underwear.  He never examined it too closely.  But when he put it on, he felt invincible.  Like nothing could touch him.  It made him feel beautiful and special.  He just wished that he had the self assurance to wear them whenever he wanted.  As it was now, he didn’t think he could share this bit of himself.  It was a secret because he would be judged.  Which was stupid.  Why should anyone care what kind of underwear he wore?

“Cameron?”

His whole body jerked at the sound of his lover’s voice.  A hot wave of embarrassment washed over him, his face heating as he squeezed his eyes closed.  He couldn’t bare to see the look of disgust on Jake’s face.  He scrambled backward and blindly reached for his pants.  “It’s n-not what you t-think.  I swear!  I just—“

“Cam,” Jake’s voice interrupted gently.

“They’re made for men!” Cam blurted.  Somehow it was important to him that he made the distinction.  He couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of his heart and the sound of his harsh breathing.  Panic threatened to bubble up and spill over.  He stomach was in knots.  This would be it.  Jake would end things now that he knew Cam’s secret.

“Cameron, look at me.”

Cam couldn’t help but obey the firm but quite command.  He gasped at what he saw.  Jake’s face held no judgment, no disgust.  He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he might even see lust in the man’s eyes.  Jake didn’t say anything for a long moment, his gaze raking down Cam’s body.

“Were you scared to tell me this is something you like?”

Cam swallowed hard.  “Y-yes.”

Jake gave a sad sort of smile.  “What have I ever done to make you think you couldn’t share this part of yourself with me?”

“N-no,” Cam stammered.  He took a breath.  “No, not you.  But it’s not normal and I…” He trailed off, not sure how to put it into words.  Jake just nodded like he understood.

“You like wearing that?  It makes you feel good?” Jake asked after long, tense minutes.

Scared and nervous, Cam gave a tentative nod.  Jake’s eyes turned hot.  The man slung his sport coat over the back of a chair and started loosening his tie.

“You have more?”

Bolstered by the response from his lover, Cam nodded again, this time more sure.

The grin on Jake’s face was absolutely wicked.  “Show me.”