What I am currently working on

[valarltd]

(Cartoon by jimhines)

1) Tables Turned and Re-turned. A heterosexual pegging story. Set in my cyber'verse, it's a Zara and the twins focus piece. 7894/10,000


The tolling of the great bell, signaling someone at the door of the Obsidian Tower roused the Technomancer from her studies. She stretched and looked at the spine-shaped hour candles, seeing where runnels of red wax had dripped down the white vertabrae that marked the time.

She smiled, a look much too warm for the angular and austere face of the icy sorceress. Not bothering to change from her sleeveless black work-dress, she stepped out of the window and floated to the courtyard with a thought.

A wild-looking man, swathed in the black and violet clothing of a desert raider stood in her courtyard, his scimitar and rifle gleaming silver even in the fog. She walked right up to him and let him take her in his arms for a kiss.

He intended it for a peck. But she wrapped herself around him, cloaking them both in her long black hair as she devoured his mouth. Gemini gripped her, kissing with a wild passion she had only suspected lay beneath the surface. She saw glimpses from time to time, but mostly he controlled it with an iron will.

“Hello, darling,” she said and kissed her husband again.

2) Untitled 1. Falkner Fan is a gay werewolf rockstar, who is not coping with the demand of any of those three things.
This one is set in about 1995 and features Dan, of the gay Christmas werewolf (GCW) stories, and his first time. 1696 out of 10,000


He kissed Dan again, liking the taste of his mouth. Maybe sex would drown the howling need to be outside, to run and chase and eat, to find a rabbit or some small prey and feel hot blood in his mouth and down his throat.

No, it was time for sex, time to cool off and relax, in a way Gerry couldn't help with. Gerry was fine for taking the edge off, so he didn't actually maul any groupies, but sex, long, slow sex was out of the question. the few times they'd tried, Gerry had been doing the books and tour schedule, in his head, which turned into under his breath. There was something disconcerting about fucking someone who was mumbling, “Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Columbus,” when he came.

Dan could handle the rougher sex, being a 'thrope himself. But Falkner found he didn't want it rough., The moon was just past full and he was feeling lazy. Besides, it was probably the kid's first time and it should be good.


3) Fruits of Thine. Heterosexual Urban Fantasy. NOT set in the DJ/GCW universe. Carla is picked for a corporate retreat like no other. The folks sent on it are all pains in the company.
This one is touchy. Carla is my size, 6', 275, and black. And she does find romance over the course of the book. 7415/20000 words+ synopsis, due March 1.


“Just us girls out here on the rock under the stars and Perseus swinging his big old sword dripping meteors in our direction,” Vince teased. The camp was wearing thin, but she went with it. “We're going to be fired by the end of the week and I'll never tell.”

“They're kinky in ways I'm not. I want a man, not some little boy looking for his mama or a teenager looking for a meal ticket. I want a grown-up with drive to match mine, who is taller than me and about the same shade. Lighter men don't want a big, dark amazon. I don't want Mr. Back to Africa or Mr. Lying on his Back or Mr. Knocking me on my Back. I want a good man.” She gave Vince a smile. “And you're certainly out of the question.”

“Carla, love of my life, you could quite possibly pick me up and break me in two like a toothpick if I made you unhappy. And I most certainly would. No, I'm no good at living with people. I've got fourteen ex-boyfriends and twenty former roommates who will tell you I am an absolute tyrant. A veritable psychopath about cleanliness and order, a complete satyr in bed and the pickiest eater in the entire three state metropolitan area.”

“Can't be that bad,” Carla said. “I'm too set in my ways to really want someone now. But I would like to be in love, just once.”
Vince looked horrified. “You've never been in love? Oh dear, we must find some way to remedy that.”

“I've had crushes, sure, but Vince, I'm not the romantic lead. That's Susie. I'm the fat sassy black friend who makes smart remarks and eats too much cake.”

“Susie is a detestable bitch and any man that willing puts himself under her stillettos deserves the heel-marks she will leave all over his spine.” Vince waved her away.

“The point is-”

Vince cut her off. “The point is you hide behind that armor and your height and your attitude, wanting to be loved but desperately afraid to let anyone close enough to do so.” He sighed. “We aren't so different, my dear. It takes a special man to get past my sharp tongue and my camping. It will take a special man to love you for those things and not in spite of them.”


4) Untitled 2. Dobson is a farmer who works construction. This is for the non-canine, non-feline shifter anthology. 1706/10,000


One of the college boys came over and helped him with the bedroom. A pretty kid, strong but smart looking. Dobson was willing to bet he played some sort of sport. He looked like he might be a runner.

“I'm Jim,” he volunteered as they worked on a window frame.

“Dobson. The guys call me Hoss.”

The kid looked blank. Probably too young to remember Bonanza or even Merle Haggard. Dobson didn't care, he was already thinking about getting home and doing evening chores. There were chores and preserving and a little mending where he'd caught his work-jeans on a nail at lunch time.

Always too much work and never enough time to do it. He felt like dropping in harness some days.

The kid smiled for him. “Bob's my uncle. Dad thinks I need to toughen up. He doesn't like my major, my grades, my choice of sport or the color of my apartment. Like I can control that.”

Dobson looked him over and asked the first most logical question. “Are you gay?”

Jim blanched, going the color of cottage cheese under his just-starting sunburn.

That was all the answer Dobson needed. He shrugged. “Doesn't matter one way or another to me. But that's usually the only reason daddies send their boys out to bulk up. The kid is gay or Dad's afraid he is.”