Last year was all about fruitcake. This year is all about a grand old theater. Both years are about the physical bonds that bring lovers together. They are the jumping off points that lead to love.
For many years, I reviewed romances. You can see some of the reviews here. But lately I've been writing romance novellas. So whether you've come to read the reviews or get information about my writing, WELCOME! Read, enjoy, and leave messages if you wish. Every day is a good day for romance.
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Love Comes in the Dead of the Night
Just goes to show how discombobulated I've been since we got to Vermont. Anyway, the beginning of the story is below as is a link to find the rest:
“Tell me what happened right before the crash, sir.”
The guy sitting with his head bent on the side of the road looked vampire pale. I took a blood pack from my back pocket and pumped it few times for it to liquefy before I handed it to him. Since the night was chilly, the blood wouldn’t be at room temperature whatever that was, but it would be nourishing.
“A ghost. I saw a ghost,” he muttered as he grabbed the pack and starting swilling it.
I would have told him to slow down, but I knew these guys got testy when they were peaked. I may live in Podunk, but I can read.
“So this ghost…” I left it open-ended for him.
“The ghost got in the car and threatened me.” He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Drops of blood flew in an arch into the night.
The vampire turned to me and I realized I knew him. It was Jim Johnson from down at the hardware store.
“So, Jim, what did this ghost say?”
Jim blinked a couple of times. Now that his color was back it hit me again, like it always did when I went in to get a screw or molly bolts, how handsome he was. If I was into vamps, he’d be my type. But I’d never been with one, so I wasn’t positive about that.
“The ghost said writing off this boondocks was a mistake. He said the love of my life was here, and all I had to do was look around.” He looked up at me and blinked a couple more times. Then his eyes widened. “Oh, uh, hi, Officer Davis. Uh, you got another of those packs? Wouldn’t want to accidentally bite you.”
Read the rest here: Lex Chase's Flash Fiction Friday.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
A Kiss in Time, Short Story Available on Amazon
Yes, it's true. It's taken me a little under forever--or about six or eight months--to get my gay romance short story, A Kiss in Time, formatted and posted with a cover image onto Amazon.
If you like parkour, graffiti, murals, artists, kisses in busy hallways, gruff but kindly bartenders, and undercover cops, then this is the story for you. It's also got its share of hugs, dreams of public art, and beating up on the bad guy.
It's short. It's sweet. And it's available now.
Buy it only on Amazon using this link.
If you like parkour, graffiti, murals, artists, kisses in busy hallways, gruff but kindly bartenders, and undercover cops, then this is the story for you. It's also got its share of hugs, dreams of public art, and beating up on the bad guy.
It's short. It's sweet. And it's available now.
Buy it only on Amazon using this link.
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