Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Tuesday Teaser gets hot with #MMromance A Forever Kind of Thing #NSFW #teaserTuesday

Tuesday Teaser gets hot with MM romance 

Businessman Will has hoped to meet musician Josh for so long, he’s astonished and elated when Josh finally notices and pursues him at one of the band’s gigs.
After a heady night of love, Josh is devastated when Will turns out to be a millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He retreats into his music.
Will is sure they could have something special and tries to prove his love for Josh in the only way he knows how. Trouble is—it’s the wrong way.
Josh is shocked to discover he can’t forget Will.
They want each other. Their chemistry is scorching. Their encounters erotic.
But Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.
Can love triumph?

A fun gay erotic romance 

Read the teaser Warning #NSFW 18+ post 

Heat spread through Will. The words of the song Josh sang burned into his mind—words that sent a plea to an unknown lover, to the love of the singer’s life who hid in the shadows watching silently.
Will’s heart pounded. He hung on every syllable as Josh sang and gazed right at him. The longing in Josh’s eyes did something weird to Will’s stomach. He felt as if from the waist down he’d turned to liquid and was about to fall to his knees. His cock responded with a throb to the scorching look Josh gave him at the end of the song. Will ran his hand through his hair and looked down at the rubberized dance floor. Questions raced through his mind, but he settled on just one. How can I make contact and not look like a fool if that song wasn’t for me—if Josh doesn’t want me as much as I want him?
The band played another song.
Will glanced up. Josh wasn’t on stage. A huge dip of disappointment crashed into Will’s stomach. Where is he?

A whisper against his ear shot tingles down his neck.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I think you’re interested in me.”

Will slowly turned to the speaker, half-afraid it wasn’t Josh, but that low, resonant voice was so familiar and so dear to him, he knew it had to be.
Will was face to face with Josh. His heart skipped a beat. His cock stirred. Will nodded so slightly he wondered if it was enough to underscore the assent in the words that tumbled from his suddenly dry mouth. “I’d forgive you anything.”

“Then follow me now.” Josh led the way to a side door and held it open for Will.

A smile spread over Will’s face. This was more than he’d dared hope for, ever. He faltered as Josh closed the door they’d just used and stood waiting. It was only seconds, but they dragged by until, with no warning, Josh grabbed him by the sides of his head and kissed him hard.
Will’s eyes closed with lust. His whole body responded to the kiss with wave after wave of melting sensation, until his legs weakened and the only thing that remained hard was his leaking cock.

Soft sounds, low moans, came from them both as the kissing went on. Kiss after kiss.
Soft merging lips, then a hard, searching, needy tongue drove all thought from Will until he rammed up against Josh, thrusting his erection and fighting for breath.

Josh broke the kiss and pushed his arms around Will’s neck. He murmured in Will’s ear.
“You’ll never know how long I’ve waited to do that … and more.”

A shiver went over Will and he slipped his arms around Josh’s waist pressing against the hard column of Josh’s erection with his own aching cock.

“I can’t believe this. I had no idea … I saw you with a woman once and I … well I thought…”

Josh nudged Will’s nose with his own and bit at his lips. It practically drove Will crazy. Spikes of sensation shot through him and gathered in his balls.
“My sister was in town. Who are you anyway? Apart from sexy, fuckin’ sweet as, and damn, so hard for me I just want to suck the cum right out of you here in the corridor.”

Will’s knees threatened to buckle. A ragged groan escaped him at Josh’s words.
“I ... I feel that way about you, too. What about the band? They’re still on stage.” He gave Josh a soft kiss.

Josh smiled against Will’s mouth. “Yeah, but there’s another singer and there’s only one of you.” He pushed Will to the wall and held him fast as he ravaged Will’s mouth with another heated kiss. He drew away. “I’m gonna do it.”

The words sent a huge lurch through Will’s stomach and his thighs clenched with desire. Will’s cock was so hard it was painful. Pre cum leaked from the head and wet his boxers. When Josh dragged the zip of his jeans down, a throb so strong went through his cock, his balls jerked, and Will thought he’d come right then.

Josh kissed him.

The tenderness in the kiss closed Will’s eyes with emotion. A feeling as if he drifted away washed over him. Will leaned back against the wall and savored the way Josh pulled his jeans down over his ass and then stood back and ran a finger down the ridge of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Black CK’s—I approve.” Josh whispered thickly, as he pushed them down, and knelt to lick at Will’s balls.

His tonguing sent Will wild. His balls tightened and his hips thrust uncontrollably. He grabbed Josh’s broad shoulders to stop himself from dropping to his knees with desire.

Josh grasped Will’s cock low on the shaft and sucked it into his mouth. His lips worked up and down sending the most exquisite sensations through Will. His stomach clenched. His hips jerked. His thighs weakened. His balls tingled and his cock exploded in an orgasm so intense he cried out, his head thrown back against the flock wallpaper, his back arched, and his hands fisting in Josh’s hair.
“Fucking hell ... fuck…” His breath came in snatches, and as the delicious waves of orgasm waned, he sagged against the wall.

Josh smoothed a path up the V of Will’s hips and hard stomach with his palms. He kissed along Will’s body, pushing his T-shirt up as he went and one by one, he bit gently at Will’s nipples. He slowly stood.
“Yeah——as sweet as I expected. My cock’s leaking cum all over the place. I’m about to shoot.”

Will fumbled for Josh’s zip in the faded denims. He sighed as he opened it and pushed his hands down into the jeans. No fucking underwearfuck. His ass clenched in response to the find and sent tingles through his balls. Will grabbed Josh’s huge cock and as he stroked and sheathed it in his hands, Josh held his head and kissed him.
Will had never felt anything so good. Josh’s kisses, and Josh’s cock in his hands, leaking and pulsing, were so sexy a huge throb went through Will’s own shrinking cock. He groaned with pleasure into Josh’s open mouth.
He found a rhythm, pumping Josh’s cock, but it only lasted a few strokes. Josh came moaning against Will’s mouth, his hips thrusting and his cock ramming into Will’s palms.

Will kissed Josh and in between, he whispered. “This is so good, so fuckin’ good. I never want it to end.”

Josh drew away slowly, but firmly. “I must go back soon. We play another set and the guys will want to know I’m there for it. We have a half-hour break. I’d like to talk with you, ’cos you still haven’t told me who you fuckin’ are.” He grinned and dragged the zip of his jeans up, shielding his cock with a hand.

Will watched him. He forgot his own pants were around his knees, and his black boxers crumpled over his thighs so that his cock and balls were still on display. He ignored the creamy cum in his hands. He drank in the sight of Josh’s hips in the low riding jeans.

Josh looked into his eyes. “Come here.” He reached out and dragged Will’s face to his.

The lingering kiss had Will’s cock stirring again. He murmured softly as his ass felt melted.

Josh stood back. “You are so fuckable.” His gaze traveled over Will’s lower body.

Will dragged his boxers and pants up giving no thought to the cum that was deposited on the fabric. His rapidly re-hardening cock bumped against his fingers. He pulled up the zip.

“I’ll be at the bar in five minutes. Please tell me you’ll be there.” Josh grasped a handful of Will’s hair and placed a wet kiss on Will’s neck.

Will smiled. “I’ll be there for sure.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 

Monday, March 20, 2017

The two men embark on a journey of discovery about themselves #MMromance #PNR from author @SheaonTwitter

"Bearly Hanging On M/M, Miracle Book 3"
Author: Shea Balik
Genre: Gay/Urban Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2017
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In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.
Kirill had been moving from town to town most of his life, staying one step ahead of those bent on destroying his kind. Along the way he’s somehow managed to become Alpha to a group of shifters also on the run. But he was tired of always having to pick up and move when all he wanted was a place to call home.
Harper had never known a moment of peace. Even as a child his father had pitted his own brother, Abdiel against him for his own amusement. When his father died, Harper had hoped things would change. He should have known better than to believe that change would be for the better.
The two men embark on a journey of discovery about themselves and the love they potentially share for each other. Can they get beyond their pasts, or will they be doomed to be separated for all eternity?
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Sunday, March 19, 2017

Meet The Thief of Hearts in #SexySnippets today from #WIP #MMromance

#SexySnippets are seven sentences brought to you each Sunday from a WIP or published work
From WIP, Thief of Hearts 
MM erotic romance

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. 
He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.
Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head, before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.
Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017  
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Flashing back to Make a Wish with #midweektease #MMromance #teaser

Make a Wish E.D.Parr , Evernight Publishing 
#MMromance #eroticgayrom
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Dylan looked on from the corner. The place buzzed with the excitement of people determined to have a good time.
Then he saw the hostess. She had her arm linked with that of Nick Kringle and pulled him into the throng of people. In the other hand, she brandished a huge bottle of champagne. A red ribbon around the neck of the bottle streamed behind them as they danced among the partygoers until Nick saw him. Dylan’s heart gave a giant thump and then raced as Nick’s eyes locked with his.
Dylan couldn’t look away. Nick gazed at him with unconcealed interest. A ripple of happiness went over Dylan. Nick said something to the hostess and left her. He walked toward Dylan purposefully, his muscled body radiating sex. Dylan’s stomach muscles instantly tightened, and his cock jerked.
Nick stopped just about toe to toe with Dylan.
“Hi. What happened to your car?” His pupils widened, darkening his ice-blue eyes.
Dylan soaked up the sight. He is attracted to me. “I left it by the roadside until the morning. I couldn’t face standing in the cold waiting for a tow truck.”
Nick’s eyes filled with sympathy. “You might find it gone tomorrow. It might get towed by the city.”
Dylan shrugged. “The way I feel right now, I wish it would.”
“What else do you wish for, Dylan?” Nick’s voice was low and sexy.
The question, combined with the scorching look Nick gave him, sent a shock of tingling desire all the way through Dylan’s body. He knew right then they’d connect sexually for sure, sooner or later. He hoped it would be sooner. The words that formed in his mind weren’t to be spoken—hot sex, your cock, your ice-blue eyes gazing on me and your hard body rammed against mine, fucking hell—you…
Nick’s expression grew tender. “You know you’re standing under a huge bunch of mistletoe?”
Dylan’s entire body tensed as a wave of desire burned over him. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nick’s mouth. The way Nick moved even closer to him captured him in a web of attraction. Unbidden, a sigh of pleasure escaped him.
Nick trapped him, placing a hand on the wall over Dylan’s shoulder as he leaned in. He murmured as he closed the gap between their faces, “Hey, I think you’re gorgeous. Don’t be afraid. I want your kiss. I want to kiss you.”
Nick’s lips touched Dylan’s, soft, tender, searching.

Dylan’s breath left him. His sexual hunger surged and he pushed his arms around Nick’s neck, pulling him close to kiss him hard, and then linger in a shower of kisses—kiss after kiss, until his cock strained against his jeans and his ass clenched.
Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing 

He's definitely not your average guy. Nick Kringle has more than a touch of the supernatural about him and he's going to share his magic with down on his luck, Dylan West . Naturally, it helps that Nick thinks Dylan is super hot...
Make a Wish
 #MMromance erotic romance with a sparkle of magic
Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.

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Sunday, March 12, 2017

Sizzle with #SexySnippets and #MMromance from @evernightpub

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From The Night Gardener
Hot new release from Evernight Publishing 

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.
Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.
He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.
Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

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He grabbed Zachary’s head and kissed him hard.
Zachary responded kiss for kiss as he rammed his lower body against Dane. The rock-hard column of his erection met Dane’s straining cock and although there were two layers of fabric between them, a murmur of appreciation formed in Dane’s throat. It escaped as he opened his mouth for Zachary’s tongue.

Dane slipped his hands around Zachary’s ass and grabbed him, pulling him even closer. His breath came in gasps as his balls lifted and desire fogged his mind. He thrust against Zachary, moaning.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 
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Thursday, March 9, 2017

Release day for E.D.Parr 's #MMromance The Night Gardener @parr_books #erotic surprising @evernightpub

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.
Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.
He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?
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A tingle went down Dane’s spine. “Zachary, do you spend the entire off-season here—gardening, I mean?”
Zachary grinned. “Every night.”
The words were out of Dane’s mouth before he knew it. “I’m here for eight weeks, alone. You can stay here … if you want, instead of finding a hotel or other accommodations.” He cringed just a little. Did I sound needy?
Zachary’s eyes sparkled with happiness at the offer. He smiled and leaned over to place a hand on Dane’s arm. “Thank you, I do want to. I’d love to. No one’s actually offered before.”
A question popped into Dane’s mind, but he couldn’t quite form it. He knew there was something strange about Zachary’s statement, but pushed it away under a spell of attraction to the handsome man.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 
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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Put a face to the ghost in #MWTease #midweektease with #coverreveal for #MMromance The Night Gardener

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.
Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.
He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.
Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

Releasing Thursday March 9, tomorrow from E.D.Parr and Evernight Publishing 

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Janice Montgomery handed her husband, Jackson, a beer.

He took it with a grateful smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He sat heavily in his armchair and brought his feet up onto the footstool. “It’ll be great to get away. Have you packed?”

She came to sit on the arm of the chair and ran her fingers into his hair, taking it back from his forehead. She planted a kiss there. “I have. Have you finished work? Can we make an early start?”

Jackson caught her hand and kissed her palm. “All done. Let’s leave around six. We’ll miss the business traffic if we get out the other side of town before seven.”

A small frown put a crease between her eyes. “Jackson … have you mentioned Zachary to the guy leasing the cottage?”

Jackson pursed his lips. “Dane Lovell’s the guy’s name, and no I, er, I forgot.”

Janice stood. “I don’t think you forgot. I think you chickened out. Dinner’s ready. I’ll dish up.”

Jackson gazed after her. He heaved a sigh. Zachary…
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

On the blog fab @AuthorHKCarlton with #MMromance #gayromance 'Adrenaline Lust'

An attending physician tutors his intern in more than just medicine...

Adrenaline Lust
H K Carlton

Follow intern Blaine Sproles as he navigates his fellowship in the emergency department of a busy hospital.
After a particularly gruesome trauma, Blaine and attending physician, Doctor Kin Jerome, find themselves in a post-adrenaline fueled tryst. A surprise encounter that leaves Blaine questioning not only his impetuous behavior but also his sexual orientation.
Though the more experienced Dr. Jerome sloughs it off as nothing more than adrenaline lust, a spontaneous burst of hormones after a traumatic experience, Blaine is not convinced and can’t stop thinking about it or the handsome older physician.
Working so closely, the normally heterosexual men explore an intimate relationship built on mutual respect, caring and smoldering attraction. But it’s uncharted territory for both men.
Can it truly last? Or will it fizzle out just as quickly as it began, proving, the original hypothesis, that adrenaline lust is nothing more than a flash of hormonal desire without the need of emotional attachment or longevity?
Publisher Note: gay-for-you, just-for-now, erotica


Blaine sat in the quiet cafeteria, with large textbooks set out all over the long banquet style table.

Absently, he shoved a French fry dripping with gravy into his mouth as he read the same passage for the second time.

Unexpectedly, someone reached over his shoulder and snagged a limp fry from the Styrofoam container.

“What’s all this, Sproles?”

It was the first time he and Dr. Jerome had been on the same rotation since the incident in the locker room. His body reacted the moment he recognized the deep voice behind him. Snippets of their encounter in the shower flitted through his mind, as it had sporadically ever since it’d happened. Especially when he tried to sleep. Stupidly, he’d thought it would be the excessive blood he wouldn’t be able to erase, but instead he couldn’t seem to get Dr. Jerome out of his mind. And every time he relived it, he sported a massive boner and had no choice but to relieve it. If he kept it up, at this rate, he’d contract Carpal Tunnel.

But his biggest fear was that what happened would change their dynamic and the ease with which they worked together.

He looked up to find Kin standing over him chowing down on his dinner.

Blaine had to take a deep breath before he could answer. “Uhh, you know, I’m trying to decide on a topic for the dreaded culminating thesis. My proposal is due in a month.”

With easy-going confidence, the attending spun one of the chairs around backward, then straddled the seat. “So what have you narrowed it down to?”

“Stem ce...”

“Overdone,” Kin cut him off before he could finish. He even had the audacity to shut the book and push it away before peering at the next open journal. “What else ya got?”

“If you’d let me finish my thought...”

“Oh, you are gonna make a good ER doc.” Kin grinned as he pinched another chip.

“... stem cells and regenerative vascular medicine.”

“Okay.” Slowly, he nodded. “What else?” he asked sternly.

“Well, as you can see,” Blaine gestured over the pages. “The chronic complications of arteriovenous fistulas for hemodialysis.”

“I sense a theme here, Dr. Sproles.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Kin squinted. “Are you thinking of changing your specialty?”

Noncommittally, he rolled his shoulder.

“Our recent trauma victim really got to you, huh?” The creases around Kin’s eyes deepened.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.”

The handsome physician averted his gaze and stared at the tabletop. “Yeah, me too,” he answered softly, giving Blaine the distinct impression it wasn’t only the medical aspect of the case he’d been mulling over. Something else they had in common.

It took Blaine another second to gather his thoughts. All he could think about was the ER doc’s skilled hand firmly and skillfully bringing him to climax. He placed his arm in his lap to cover yet another burgeoning erection.

“Uhh,” he started shakily. “Or ya know, I could disprove the psychology behind adrenaline lust,” he blurted what was really on his mind.

Slowly, Kin raised his slate blue gaze. For a suspended moment, they shared a pointed stare. The corner of Kin’s generous mouth curved, but only the one side. It wasn’t quite a smile, more amusement than anything.

“Good luck with that.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?” Blaine watched him carefully.

“Sure. We see it all the time. Sometimes it’s victims falling for first responders. Others it’s two victims who turn to one another for comfort after surviving some catastrophic event they’ve endured. Sometimes it’s doctors and nurses or paramedics. Cops. Fireman. It’s a trauma bond. It’s what happened to us the other night. I call it adrenaline lust.
Others call it post-traumatic sex. It happens, Sproles. It’s a stress reliever, a release. Like any other. It’s a base human response.”

He stood and turned the chair back around, sliding it in up tight to the table. “But it’s also something the administration would rather not acknowledge exists. They’d never approve the submission.”

He turned to leave, but not before Blaine noted the unmistakable bulge in his standard blue emergency room scrubs.

“Yeah, a base human response,” he repeated under his breath. And they were both still boned up over it.

Before Kin reached the exit, Blaine called, “Hey, what was your final thesis, anyway?”

The side of Kin’s mouth stretched. “Stem cells, of course.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as Kin disappeared down the corridor.

H K Carlton
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Sunday, March 5, 2017

Spooky #MMromance #SexySnippets from March 9 Evernight Publishing release 'The Night Gardener'

#SexySnippets is from Thursday March 9 release
The Night Gardener, E.D.Parr and Evernight Publishing
#MMromance a spooky little love story
Sexy Snippets are 7 sentences from a WIP or published work brought to you each Sunday

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There’s something magical about Zachary… Dane gave a rapid shake of his head, as if the physical movement could dislodge the strange thought, because he didn’t mean Zachary was delightful, even though he thought that, too—Dane meant supernatural.
Zachary stood and took the pace to where Dane sat. He leaned over Dane, and in a mesmerizingly slow move, he brought his lips to Dane’s mouth. The unexpected kiss set Dane’s heart pounding with the tenderness and extraordinary sweetness it contained. Instinctively, he lifted his hands to run his fingers into Zachary’s hair and hold his head to prolong the kiss. Streaks of pleasure thrilled down his stomach and hardened his cock.

When Zachary drew away, Dane had a difficult time letting him go.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing March 9 release MM romance 

Saturday, March 4, 2017

He had it all then in the blink of an eye, it was gone. #MMromance release #giveaway tour stop

by A.L. Simpson

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance (heat level: hot)

Present Day

My name is Tyler Maxwell Alexander. I'm twenty-eight years old.

A few months ago, I had it all. An executive job in a prestigious investment firm owned by my father. Ha! Yeah, right - father. I'll explain about that later.

I lived in a waterfront apartment overlooking the harbor and drove a Mercedes convertible. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. All of it. Everything, except the fucking clothes on my back. I was broken. A bastard.

Did I mention, I'm gay? No? Oh well, I have now.

This is the story of how my fairytale life turned to shit in the blink of an eye.......


The Past

Joshua Alexander barges into my office, no polite knock at the door, no excuse me, how's your day? He glares at the files strewn on my desk before training his angry gaze onto me. "Pope file, now."

I rummage through the pile, locate the Pope investment file, and thrust it in my father's direction. He snatches it from me and turns to leave.

"They won't stay. We can't offer them the return the Phillips can. He said he would leave half with me but that's it."

Dad swings around and pins me with narrowed eyes. "Thinking like that will get you fucking nowhere in this business. Half is not good enough. Samuel won't take no for an answer, he'll demand they keep it all with us." He storms from my office and I can't resist giving him the bird behind his back. Yeah, real mature I know.

Samuel is my brother, three years younger than my twenty-six years and mom and dad's golden child. Literally. While I have hair as black as coal and pale gray eyes, my brother is surfie blonde with clear ice blue eyes. The image of my father. I'm tall at six feet seven inches, he is average at five feet eleven inches. My body is hard with washboard abs I work hard to keep. Samuels is soft with a little too much fat around the middle. In looks we are poles apart. In temperament, we are planets apart.

I'm easy going, slow to anger. A loner and a little on the shy side. Samuel is a mean motherfucker like our dad and has a deadly short fuse. Fuck, his temper could blow you into outer space. Brothers we might be, friends, we are not. Hell, we don't even like each other, can't even stand to be in the same room together most of the time.

We all work downtown at Alexander's Investment Corporation. It was my grandfather's business, handed down to my father. One day, being the eldest son, it will be mine.

When I finally take control, if there is a business left to take control of, changes will be made. We miss out on, and are losing, accounts because of dad's and Samuel's greed. Our commission is one of the highest in the city. As I said - greed. The only thing keeping most accounts with us, and the business afloat, is loyalty to my father. God only knows why! We also have a high success rate in recommendations. Or should I say, I have a high success rate. Not to blow my own trumpet but, Dad and Samuel are shit when it comes to selecting successful investments. They don't study the market and make snap decisions which usually backfire. Big time.

Anyway, as I was saying, clients stay because of our, read my, success in making them money. Other firms take lower commissions but their success rate is around sixty percent on average. Mine is ninety percent.


I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.

In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.

I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.

With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.