Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Excerpts: A Man of Unusual Talent: Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.” Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.” “Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force. “No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval. “You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived. Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?” His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens. “Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat. Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen. CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.” “Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom. “You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him. Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door. FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them. Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other. And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own. Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?” When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia. So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure. The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.” Buy the book: A Man of Unusual Talent: Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/580864 All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amanofunusualtalent-1897458-143.html Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Talent-Story-Orgy-Superheroes-ebook/dp/B015YOHR20 Flyboy's First Misadventure: ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flyboy039sfirstmisadventure-1897479-145.html Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581036 Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015WXHX9U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
MEET THE AUTHORS INTERVIEWLee: Good morning friends! Thank you very kindly to Michael Mandrake for inviting us over today. *sips coffee* *glances at Havan* Havan: It’s a bird...it’s a plane...no, it’s marshmallows…? Lee: *blinks* Havan? We have company. Havan: Hello all, I’m Havan Fellows and the cutie with the marshmallows is Lee Brazil. We’re members of the Story Orgy—a group of authors that write with prompts on a weekly basis. Lee: *bows* Yes, but the marshmallows are for you. I’m drowning in them. CC, well, he’s been a little nervous about all these interviews. Havan: Poor CC…I bet he’d be great at a campfire *winks*. So, one day we were in our secret clubhouse and decided we wanted to be superheroes! Um...since the chance of us suddenly developing super powers were slim to none, we decided to do the next best thing and get prompt suggestions from our readers and write superheroes! Lee: We got some pretty amazing suggestions from the readers too. Talents both exciting and mundane, situations bizarre, funny and tragic. We could have taken our pick, and told any kind of story. But there was one that stood out to me… Havan: I’m pretty sure I got off easy—I got flying, being stranded in a community in Florida, and clothesline. Lee: And the one that chose me—marshmallows, car fires, and vegetable peelers? Maybe it wasn’t the easiest choice, but it sure sparked a story that insisted on being told! Havan: Yeah…that’s the best thing about prompts, hearing a story you wouldn’t normally listen to. It’s a positive feeling. :) What is your favorite positive saying? Havan: Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities. ~Aldous Huxley Lee: I’m kind of liking this one today: So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, “Already Gone” For more Story Orgy Superhero goodness, our co-writers Hank Edwards and Em Woods will be releasing their books soon. :) Meet the author: LEE BRAZIL: Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true. Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words. Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit? Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo. I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture. If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more. If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing. Where to find the author: LEE BRAZIL: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lee.brazil Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/leebrazilauthor Twitter: @leebrazil Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/leebrazil/ Newsletter Signup: http://eepurl.com/qBhBb HAVAN FELLOWS: I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called…edits. Okay no, seriously…I'm a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers, creating intermingling books in a world all our own. I recently took the drastic step of quitting my EDJ (evil day job) and am now living in the gorgeous desert in Arizona making a go at this writing stuff full time…and I can’t see me regretting this decision ever. Just like every other red-blooded human—I get a little bouncy when I get mail (any kind too…email, comments, private messages…you wanna do it, do it with me *winks*). So feel free to drop me a line—whether it's on my blog, twitter, PInterest, or you track me down on FaceBook or Google +…it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught. I specialize in writing boyxboy though I read almost everything...and I fancy myself as slightly funny every once in a while. :) Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/HavanFellowsauthor?fref=ts Twitter: @havanfellows Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/havanfellows/ Blog: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com Goodreads Links: A Man of Unusual Talent: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26832027-a-man-of-unusual-talent?ac=1 Flyboy's First Misadventure: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26832049-flyboy-s-first-misadventure Publishers: A Man of Unusual Talent: Lime Time Press Flyboy's First Misadventure: Appleton Publishing Avenue Cover Artist: Startled Monkeys Media Tour Dates & Stops: 12-Oct: Michael Mandrake, Jessie G. Books 13-Oct Love Bytes, MM Good Book Reviews 14-Oct Unquietly Me, Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews, Happily Ever Chapter 15-Oct Joyfully Jay, Inked Rainbow Reads, Molly Lolly 16-Oct Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, V's Reads, Bayou Book Junkie
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