My Subby Valentine & what’s up next!


Hello all,

I know, I know I was supposed to start posting in January. Somehow that sneaky month got away from me. So we are starting fresh with awesome February. Yesterday we had a snow day and the kids stayed around to scamper about the white, cold stuff I rarely experience in drizzly Seattle.

You are probably wondering what I am up to…. I’ve decided in the spirit of the month of Valentine’s day that I will post bits of my book My Subby Valentine then when it is done I will post it for free for everyone to download. That will be Tuesday & Thursdays.

On Monday & Wednesday I will introduce a new story which I’ve posted a bit of before. It is the story of Max & Adam tentatively titled My Sweet Nerd but I’m not in love with the title so I might even have a title contest later 🙂

Here is your first bit of My Subby Valentine!

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Mase Briggs watched the group of subs huddled in the corner with a sense of impending doom.

“What’s up?” Jon Pendleton, a fellow Dom, clapped him on the shoulder before plopping into the chair beside him. He’d known Jon for about a year—ever since he’d moved to Seattle. The older man had a focused way with people that easily inspired trust in the younger men at the club. It was also one of the reasons the man made such a great private investigator.

In answer to Jon’s question, he nodded towards the subs crowded around a nearby table. It was still pretty early and the club wasn’t as packed as it would become later. “A group of bored subs with drinking games. Most of them look barely old enough to drink. Are you sure Thom carded them all?” As cute as the group was, that many young, mostly inexperienced men in one place made sweat break out on his brow.

Jeff, his previous sub, had been inexperienced and hadn’t come to Mase about his fears. Instead he’d taken his own life—ending it all in the bathroom with a straight razor while Mase was out buying dinner. Visions of his lover’s blood splashed against the white marbled floor still haunted Mase’s dreams. Jeff was the reason Mase only did public scenes now and kept submissives out of his home. He’d learned his lesson in the worst possible way.

Jon laughed, breaking into Mase’s grim memories. “Don’t worry Mase. Thom’s good at his job—he’s not going to let a baby submissive into the club. All those men are the right age.” He examined them carefully before adding. “Barely…but old enough. Besides, I thought you liked them young.”

“Not that young. I think they’re working up to some sort of bet. Who do you think will lose?” Mase asked, watching the group, his curiosity bubbling up at their antics. He had no doubt the contest involved a test to see who would be brave enough to submit to him. Enough glances flew in his direction to alert him that he was somehow involved. He’d be more than happy to whip one of them then send them on their way if it would end their speculation over him.

During the past year, Mase had learned that being an accused murderer gave him a dangerous, bad boy appeal. Mase didn’t want to be viewed as a challenge to be overcome or something frightening to survive. Hell, if he had his way, he’d never come to another club but instead be back at his house living in domestic harmony with the sub of his dreams. The only problem was Mase hadn’t met him yet…and he doubted he’d have the courage to take another sub home even if he found him.

Jon propped his head on his hand and watched the group. “I’m sure it will be something original. It’s probably a contest of some type.”

It quickly became apparent who had lost when an extremely pretty young man with curly chocolate brown hair stumbled out of the crowd.

“You promised, Kit. You can’t back down now,” one of the other subs yelled. Mase couldn’t tell who had shouted, but he had to hold back a laugh as the delicate-looking man made an extremely rude hand gesture. The obviously inebriated sub wobbled his way over to Mase then fell to his knees in a surprisingly graceful move.

“Good evening, Sir.” Dark, forest green eyes blinked blearily up at him.

“Good evening,” Mase said. The liquor-soaked kid could barely sit up straight but Mase had to admit to being impressed when the sub indeed held his pose.

“May I be of service?” A hopeful note followed the question as the kid tried to focus his glazed eyes.

Mase slid a hand beneath the sub’s chin to hold his head up. The young man’s silky skin felt amazing beneath Mase’s fingers. It had been so long since he’d felt desire for a specific person and not just whoever was handy to sate his cravings.

“What kind of service are you offering?” Not that he’d accept anything from someone so drunk, but he was oddly reluctant to send the sweet thing away.

The sub licked his lips in a motion more nervous than lustful. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

“So if I wanted to tie you up and spank you until your ass glows like a stop light, that would be all right?”

The brunet’s eyes glazed over and damned if he didn’t give a full-bodied shiver. “I-if that’s what you want, Sir.”

Mase’s cock hardened in his pants.

“Mase, you know you can’t touch him,” Jon warned.

“I’m not an idiot,” he snarled at his friend, frustration making his voice hard. After all, once the sub sobered up he’d probably have enough sense to avoid a man with Mase’s reputation. Unable to resist, he leant down and kissed the drunken man. The sub tasted of fruit, rum and an underlying bite of peppermint that told Mase the man had obviously tried to hide the flavour of alcohol on his breath. Despite the liquor, the sub had the sweetest mouth Mase had ever kissed.

A soft moan travelled from the sub to Mase. He sank his other hand into the sub’s curls, controlling the younger man’s movements. The groan following Mase’s action sounded like wholehearted agreement.

More, he needed more. Leaning down he coaxed the sweet creature upwards, continuing the lip-to-lip contact until the sub was curled up in Mase’s lap like a friendly cat.

When the sub was pulled from away from Mase, he gave an honest-to-god growl.

“Ease off, big guy. We agreed you can’t despoil the innocent while he’s drunk,” Jon warned him.

“I’m not that drunk,” the sub protested, reaching back towards Mase.

Jon held him firm.

Mase grabbed a napkin and snatched a pen from a passing waiter. He quickly scrawled his name and phone number then tucked the note into the waistband of the sub’s tight pants. “When you sober up, give me a call. We’ll have a good time.” Common sense screamed at him to leave the sweet boy alone, but his cock had other ideas. At the moment, he was listening to the wise council of his lower half.

“Okay.” Although the sub agreed, his green eyes held the sadness of a child deprived of his favourite toy.

Mase’s heart melted a bit. “What’s your name?”

“Christopher Earl but everyone calls me Kit.”

“Well Kit, I’ll look forward to seeing you again.”

He got a blinding smile as Jon turned the kid around and marched him back to the group of subs. There was a rousing bit of teasing when Kit returned. Shaking his head at the group, Mase stood up.

“Where are you going?” Jon asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“Home. I think I’ve had enough for the evening.” If he wasn’t going to fuck the sub, he was ready to go home. After tasting Kit, he didn’t want to pursue anyone else for the evening.

Owning Oliver!


Oliver is on its way to being uploaded on sites (hopefully up by tomorrow). While you’re waiting here is a sneak peak for you.

Currently available at Smashwords

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Tim has been left for dead, but fate sent him back. While searching for his brother he stumbles across his soul mates and discovers both love and a new place to call home. He might not choose to be a fighter but he’ll do anything to keep his mates safe.

Aslic is a daywalker. Too independent to work under Alesandro, he accepts a contract with the vampire leader to oversee vampire properties and negotiate contracts. After spotting Oliver in Anthony’s company he decides to focus on the gorgeous wizard. However, when Tim claims Oliver as his own, Aslic decides to keep them both.

Oliver is an assassin brought in to kill Anthony but refuses to when he determines Anthony isn’t a threat to wizard kind. Unfortunately his boss has a different idea and when Oliver refuses to play their games he finds himself on the wrong side of a contract.


Ice and fire filled him, pouring into him like a strange layered cocktail in which each section created a different color and experience, none of them good. Silver Moon struggled to wade through the fog of pain, trying to remember what had dragged him under in the first place. Nothing made sense as he fought against the murkiness of his thoughts. A spike in his memory forced his awareness back.




Wait. Anthony. His mate. He had to be strong for Anthony. Memories flitted at the edge of his awareness, butterflies of cognizance he could almost see and capture. He jerked as jolts of pain zapped him with the frequency of an electric current. Images of Hera standing over him flashed into his head, as prior events played through his mind like a movie.

Since choosing Anthony as his mate, life hadn’t been boring. He could use a little more monotony. He longed for a day when the morning traffic, or ordering enough booze to stock the bar after a full moon, were his biggest problems.

When Hera told him to accept some of Anthony’s power for his mate’s sake, he had anticipated enduring a rush of energy, maybe some bits of pain. Foolish idiot. Even after dealing with Zeus, he hadn’t expected Hera’s deception. He gritted his teeth against the agony crawling through his veins, a molten lava of energy burning him from inside out. In his head he chanted Anthony’s name, trying to remember why he must endure. His mate. His purpose. His life. For Anthony he would survive. Years of struggle building his pack and then holding onto his alpha status had forged his solid will. He didn’t become the leader of a wolf pack by picking daisies and weaving flower crowns. He wouldn’t cave now no matter the cost to sanity or health. If he failed, stronger gods could kill Anthony with ease. He couldn’t allow that to happen.

He clenched his jaws against the building scream, grinding his molars. A visit to the dentist would be required if he survived. He curled his fingers, trying to prevent grabbing onto something and causing damage. Claws pushed through his human fingertips, stabbing into his palms and sending rivulets of blood trickling to the floor. Silver arched his back, releasing the scream as agony spiked down his spine, slicing into each vertebra. The urge to transform and run away snapped at him with hungry wolf teeth, but he couldn’t abandon his mate, his love, and his life. Tears filled his eyes before trickling away.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Anthony’s soothing voice reached through the thorny ropes of magic slicing at his essence.

“A-Anthony.” He almost didn’t recognize the rough grinding sound as his own voice. He clung to a sandy rock of sanity among an ocean of pain. Silver had to grab onto thoughts of his mate if he wished to survive. He forced his eyes open to catch sight of his mate, his reason for living.

“You’ll be fine, my love. You’re doing great,” Anthony whispered in his ear. Soft lips brushed across his cheek as Anthony slid down beside him. “We’ll get through this together.”

Together. There lay their true power. With his mate at his side, they could overcome anything. Already they had survived mutants, crazy scientists, and evil fae kings. A mere godhead couldn’t destroy them.

From the stress on Anthony’s face, that bitch Hera hadn’t given Silver all of his mate’s pain. She’d only doubled the agony. How much power would this give Anthony? Would his beautiful soon-to-be-god have more magic than he could physically handle? If it were the last thing he did, Silver would make sure Hera paid for torturing them. Zeus would never hurt his favorite descendent, not like this. He might not trust the king of the gods, but he never questioned Zeus’ affection for Anthony.

To prevent Anthony from becoming a half-ass godling, Silver had to accept as much power as possible. If Silver died from magic overload, would Anthony survive? He had blocked his bond with the pack to stop them from interfering with the transformation. The pack would come running if they sensed their alpha’s pain. He had to be strong enough for all of them. That was his job as alpha.

“Open the connection!” Anthony’s voice spoke in his head.

“Why?” After spending the last few hours actively stopping his pack from any kind of discomfort, what reason would he have to release it now?

“If you spread the pain through the pack, it will hurt less. We can’t get through this alone. It will drive us insane.”

That Anthony was telepathically speaking instead of saying the words out loud told Silver his mate’s energy was waning.

Silver’s protective nature didn’t allow him to purposely hurt those weaker than him, but he didn’t know how much more of this he could handle. If only he could pass out until it was all over.

“We need them,” Anthony persisted.

No alpha should have to choose between his mate’s health and his pack. Silver hesitated. Another wave of prickly stabbing pain swept through him. Hera hadn’t said how long this would last and Silver was reaching the last of his energy reserves. His death would hurt the pack more than sharing the surges of energy among all the shifters. Would the other mates be affected?

“How much longer?” He couldn’t force more than a few words through their mental link. The effort took more focus than his scrambled senses could achieve. Tremors spread through his body, and his teeth began to chatter as shock set in.

“I don’t know.” He could almost taste the despair in Anthony’s thoughts. For once there would be no miracle rescue from their situation. They were in this alone unless Silver called on his people. Until that moment Silver had held out hope that Zeus would magically arrive in time to ease Anthony into his next level of power.

“We can make it.” He tried to infuse confidence in his buffering of Anthony’s mood, but he could barely keep their connection and willingly accept the pain. He hoped there wouldn’t be long-term ramifications. Their bond would be damaged if he began to attach negative emotions to mind-linking with his mate.

“We need help,” Anthony insisted.

Silver no longer had the energy to deny the truth, but he tried to put up some resistance. “I can’t.”

He pushed his sense of pack loyalty and protector instincts to Anthony to get him to agree. Foolishly he thought he’d succeeded until Anthony’s next words filtered into his increasingly fuzzy thoughts.

“If you don’t, we’ll die or go insane.”

Anthony’s sorrow washed through him. He couldn’t pry his eyelids open to see if his mate was crying or not. He didn’t have the energy. Anthony cared for the pack, but he loved Silver more. If there were any way to spare Silver from this ordeal, Anthony would become an ordinary human. Not a single part of Silver doubted that. However they were in a war between gods and mutants, and Silver knew better than to give up any advantage. He hadn’t been a pack leader this long without learning strategy.

“As you wish, my love,” Silver capitulated.

Careful of overwhelming his pack, he opened his link to them in slow, careful increments. “We need help. Please share your strength.”

The instant connection crackling between him and his pack sent a welcoming jolt of support that shored up Silver’s flagging strength. In his head he saw the bonds between each member as glowing white strings holding each shifter to the pack through the call of his alpha powers and his connection with Anthony. Magic whispered between them, solidifying the links and thrumming with power. Unlike the aching intensity of the godhead magic, pack bonds were of nature and solidified by the world around them. The bond shimmered and stretched but not a single connection wavered.

“Please lend us your strength,” Silver whispered into his packmates’ minds, unwilling to pressure them into unwelcome agony but desperately needing them. Every single member responded back, not a single one tried to resist his call as they pulled at the edges of the pain ratcheting through his body. As if sensing Silver’s capacity had grown, more magic poured from Anthony to Silver to the Moon Pack in an unending stream of pulsing power. The pain dissipated to a dull throbbing level as the power to form a god spread across dozens of pack members. Each shifter took on some of their alpha’s burden as part of the pack price. As they took some more energy fed into the link.

A groan escaped Silver’s lips before darkness swallowed him whole.

Lord of Small Magicks- Final

I only have one more posting for this story. I’m hoping to make the final version a much more detailed one and with a lot more intrigue but for now it has ended in a spot good for the blog story in the final there will be more battles and magic. The new year will bring lots of new stories and some refreshed older ones. I will begin a new blog story in the new year. I’m thinking to have them twice a week along with other postings.


Anders resisted the impulse to shove Meck behind him and protect him from the King Tierness’ sight. Hiding his wizard would only peak the king’s interest. Instead he gave a low bow as befitting his visitor. From the corner of his eye saw Meck bowing alongside him.

“Greetings General Anders, I’ve come to see how the battle is faring. I’ve heard that we have yet to turn the tide and run these scum back to the holes they come from.

Anders kept his expression impassive as the king spent a few minutes ranting about their lack of progress. One didn’t interrupt a king if he planned on seeing the next sunrise. He let the king ramble on not daring to rise from his bow or fidget beneath the royal’s regard.

“Rise General along with your friend. Who is this?” The king’s cool gaze settled on Meck.

“Your Highness, please allow me to introduce my personal wizard Meck. He’s been assigned to me for the length of this battle.” Anders didn’t really know how long he would be able to keep Meck assigned to him but better to make it seem a long time than for the king to think he had a shot at absconding with Meck. If the wizard’s appointed him Anders personal wizard the king would be less willing to annoy them by reappointing Meck somewhere else.

“You must be the wizard I’ve heard so much about.”

Meck offered another shorter bow. “I’m pleased you’ve heard of my work.”

Anders hid a grin at the wizard’s neutral tone. Meck neither sounded pleased nor like he cared of the king’s opinion.

King Tierness’ mouth twitched as he examined the small wizard. “Are you happy taking care of my general?”

Anders almost forgot to breathe while he waited for Meck’s verdict. Did Meck really enjoy being his servant?

Meck nodded. “I’ve enjoyed my time spent caring for the general. I hope he thinks I’ve done well.”

“Not many will go into the heart of battle to rescue me. I am very happy with my assigned wizard.” He didn’t think threatening the king with retribution if he took Meck would go over well.

Tierness’ thoughtful look didn’t reassure him much. He knew the whims of kings could change with the tide or the flicker of a royal eyelash. “I heard he can ward armor better than my wizards.”

Anders tried not to let his apprehension show. He placed a hand on Meck’s shoulder. “I’m sure the prince has told you the truth.” He wouldn’t offer more information than necessary.

The king nodded. “Then it is best he stays among soldiers. Maybe if time and energy permits he can charm other people’s armor.”

He squeezed Meck’s shoulder to prevent him from speaking. “If he has time and ability. I’ll not have him drained for others whims.”

“Understood. Good to meet you, wizard.” With a final piercing glance at Anders the king left their tent in a swirl of his cape.

Silence rested between them for a few minutes before Meck finally broke the quiet. “So that was the king.”


“His son looks just like him.”

Anders had to agree. In twenty seasons the prince would greatly resemble his father. Maybe it was royal magic of its own sort that had all males from that line become carbon copies of their sire.

“I don’t think you need to worry about being sent anywhere. If the king says you can stay here I’m willing to trust him.”

“Good.” Meck said turning to kiss Anders on the cheek. “I’m finding this a good place to stay.” closing

I was sent an email today that ARe is closing. If you have books there in their library you have until December 31st to retrieve them. All of my books have been taken off the catalog or should be. If you have on that you’ve purchased and can’t access now contact Sheri at and she will send you a replacement.

Thank you!


Sorry folks. With the holiday season and the boys out of school I’ve neglected my blog. Don’t worry I haven’t abandoned Meck. I will pick up the blogging again next week!

Thank you for your understanding and sorry for not posting before!