Vicktor Alexander's Blog, page 14

So once again I woke up in a weird position:

One hand was thrown above my head clutching my pillow, one hand was in between my spread thighs and I was diagonally draped across the bed, one foot on the floor, with my covers bunched beneath my back.

I'm not sure what I was preparing for but to me it seems like it was both naughty and fun.

So in the spirit of naughty and fun things:


Tonight's show of Write On the Edge features guest author Stormy Glenn! I hope you all have your shot glasses ready because Stormy made that rookie mistake by telling us, Amanda C. Stone and I, that we have free reign in our questions tonight (-cue evil laughter-). So expect much laughter and heavy profanity as we take Stormy and the rest of you to the edge, tonight at 11/10pm EST only on Write on the Edge: the blog talk radio show that encourages saucier conversations and where taboo is definitely on the to-do list.

You can listen to the show live at: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/writerso...


You can also call into the hour-long show live to ask Stormy your own questions at: 917-889-8080.

So my book Groom of Convenience is, of course, book one in a series, but the series has no name and frankly, I can't think of a cool one. I was thinking "Angland" but that just sounds kind of blah.
So I'm opening it up to you all and whoever offers up the suggestion that I end up choosing gets a free copy of Groom of Convenience when it releases.
Here's what you need to know about the series:
Set in an alternate universe, in the year of His Royal Majesty, 1814, men and women lived lives of culture and class. The wealthiest of families attended dinners, the theatre, banquets and balls. Gentlemen went to Remmington, a gentlemen’s club to while away their time boxing, drinking, betting, playing cards and discussing mergers through marriages and business partnerships. Ladies of the gentry spent their days embroidering, playing cards, shopping, tending to their children, and going for carriage rides in the park.It was a time of courtships, debutante balls, marriages of convenience, titles, wealth, and honour. Where proper behaviour and a good family name could make for a good marital match and an entire family could be ruined by scandal.However, gender lines are blurred in this universe, for both males and females could be lords, dukes, earls, baronets, marquis or viscounts and both males and females could be considered ladies, duchesses, countesses, baronesses, marchionesses, or viscountesses. Everyone wants to make a good match to continue their family line and children are born to either male or female which has led to the acceptance of many same-sex marriages.
Think of it as being sort of inter-sex. Men aren't labeled by their cocks but instead by the marks on their hairline and their ability to impregnate. So a female can impregnate another female or a male, merely by causing her clitoris to become elongated and firm to the point where it can penetrate and of course males can get pregnant.
The series is set during the Regency period and will eventually end up in the Victorian era.

The first book is titled: Groom of Convenience
The second book is: The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb
Any ideas?
Anyone?
My brain is literally dead when I try to think of something. 

So since Groom of Convenience is done (YAY!!!!!) I have started working on Dakota, book one of The Sevion Brotherhood. Do you all remember that one? I'm back in the paranormal world of vampires and wolf shifters and having a great time so far. Want to read a sneak peek? I thought so.




Dakota: The Sevion Brotherhood

Dakota Sevion walked down the hallway of Gelreen Memorial Hospital where he was the Chief of Surgery and chewed a stick of spearmint gum. His cup of Starbucks Vanilla Latte was clutched firmly in one hand while his other hand was shoved in the pocket of his white coat, fiddling with his car keys as he thought of the surgery he’d just completed. He wasn’t as arrogant as his eldest brother, Arizona, but even he had to admit that he totally rocked that surgery.“Doctor Dakota Sevion, please come to the Emergency room, bed seven,” Nancy, the hospital administrator’s voice came over the intercom and Dakota stopped in his tracks.Dammit. I really wanted to get a nap.Turning around and throwing his cup of coffee in the nearest trash bin, and spitting out his gum as well, Dakota headed for the Emergency Room. He waved to a few patients who lay in their hospital beds and high fived a couple of the doctors and interns on the way to the Emergency Room. Before stepping into the chaos that he knew awaited him, Dakota stopped to wash his hands and pull on a pair of gloves before stepping inside. He started walking towards bed seven when his body jerked abruptly and he was pulled by an invisible force. He looked around and hoped that no one noticed that he seemed to be gliding an inch above the floor towards bed seven before he came to a shuddering halt, right in front of the most gorgeous man Dakota had ever seen in his entire life.Tall, with a swimmer’s build, skin like milk chocolate, curly black hair that sat atop his head, a thin nose with wide nostrils and full lips that made Dakota want to bend down and take them in a hard, bruising kiss. This man, his mate, his sufletul pereche was standing right in front of him, looking down at someone in the bed. Dakota looked down and noticed that it was a child… a young child that looked a lot like his mate. He cleared his throat.His mate jumped back.“Oh! Wow, I didn’t notice you were standing so close to me. I’m sorry.” The man shook his head. Dakota’s ears rang with the beauty of the man’s beautiful tenor voice and he wanted to sit and listen to him talk all day. “You must be the doctor. Duh, Nimo, of course he’s the doctor, he’s wearing a white coat.”Dakota smiled when his mate, “Nimo” started to chastise himself. Who named their child Nimo? Then again, who was he to talk? His parents, Decebal and Adelina Sevion had named each of their children after the state in which they were born or conceived in. There was Arizona, the oldest, by and far the scariest of the ten of them, then there were the twins, Jersey and Michigan, though they looked just alike and could mind speak with each other, they were as different as night and day. After the twins there was Carolina, then Washington, Tennessee, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and finally the baby of the family, Dakota.“Yes, I’m the doctor, actually, I’m the Chief of Surgery here, Doctor Dakota Sevion,” Dakota said holding out his gloved hand.Nimo looked down at his gloved hand and then arched a beautifully sculpted eyebrow. Dakota looked down and yanked the glove off, before holding his hand out again.“Sorry,” he murmured.Nimo chuckled. “It’s no problem. I’m Nishan Moore, but everyone calls me Nimo, and this is my son, Isaiah Moore. I call him Zay. He’s three and his daycare called me to tell me that he fell and cut his forehead on the teacher’s desk.”Dakota nodded. Nimo seemed very calm which was good, most parents were hysterical when their young children were brought in with head wounds since they bled so much. When Dakota walked around he realized why Nimo wasn’t so alarmed. There was a piece of the teacher’s desk embedded in the wound, brown and the same color as Isaiah’s skin which was currently acting as a clot for the gash, but it was also contaminating the wound.Dakota looked up at Nimo and offered him a reassuring smile.“I really don’t know why they called someone from the Chief of Surgery down here, it’s barely bleeding at all.”Dakota nodded and gestured Nimo to him. “That is because of the piece of wood from the teacher’s desk. It has lodged itself inside of the wound some way and it’s preventing it from bleeding, I’m going to have to cut it out, which is going to cause it to bleed and then flush out the wound. Isaiah is going to need stitches and since this is a head trauma he’s going to need to be monitored for a concussion.Nimo’s eyes widened. His hand trembled as he turned to look at Isaiah who slept peacefully, tears dried on his light brown cheeks. Dakota looked at the little boy and felt a feeling of possessiveness rise within him as a bond began to form between him, Nimo and Isaiah. Things happened quickly with vampires. The bond began to form as soon as a vampire was within a mile of their sufletul pereche. He had two weeks, a fortnight, to complete the bond, which could only be completed through the exchange of blood during sex with the red eternity candle burning in the room which would cause the two halves of their souls to come together and form one whole, or else he would die from starvation. Dakota had heard tales of vampires who had been pulled to their mates only to find them married to someone else. The thirst for their mate’s blood drove them to insanity and they would bit and drink from everyone and everything that they could and never be satisfied. It led to the slaughter of many innocent people and unfortunately those who never completed their bond ended up dying at the end of their two weeks, their thirst never quenched.As Dakota hit the button to request a nurse’s attendance, he looked over at Nimo and wondered if he would end up as others had before him.“Yes, Doctor Sevion?” the nurse, Dakota looked at her nametag, Regina, asked as she stepped into between the curtains.“Call upstairs and book an O.R. for Isaiah Moore, we’ll be heading up to remove a bit of wood from the gash on his forehead,” he informed her.“Right away doctor,” she told him, stepping back out. She was only gone for a second before she stepped back in with a team of orderlies, interns and nurses.“Can I come with you?” Nimo asked, and Dakota’s nose burned with the acrid smell of the man’s fear.“Of course,” Dakota said, ignoring the looks sent his way. “One of the nurses will help you make sure your hands are clean and you’re properly outfitted before you step into the room.”“Thank you,” Nimo responded with a sigh and a small smile.Dakota nodded and once again ignoring the nurses and orderlies he helped the get Isaiah ready for transport and then helped them push the bed into the hallway and headed for the elevator. He was consciously aware of Nimo the entire time and though his mind wanted to focus on his patient and on the procedure he was about to do, as routine as it was, his body was one-hundred percent in tune with his mate’s every breath and footstep.When they stepped inside of the elevator, Dakota turned his overly large frame in the elevator to make room for Nimo to step inside and bit his lower lip to hold back the groan that threatened when his mate brushed against him. This was pure torture. Dakota determinedly turned his attention away from the delicious scent of his mate and the way the top of Nimo’s head came to Dakota’s cheekbone’s or the way his slim fingers looked wrapped around the bedrail of his son’s bed and what they could possibly look like wrapped around Dakota’s fat cock, and instead thought about cutting into the flesh of Isaiah’s forehead to pry out the chunk of wood that was embedded within it in order to pry it out.The elevator came to a stop and Dakota turned and pushed the bed along with the rest of the nurses to the door of the operating room. He stopped at the door and turned to go into the area reserved for the surgeons. Pushing open the door, Dakota stepped inside and stepped up to the sinks. Before he put his hands below the faucet he exhaled.“I am so fucked,” he groaned.

Today is World's AIDS day. The theme is "Getting to Zero."

Have you and your loved ones been tested. Regardless of how committed you are to each other, being tested is still important.

AIDS and HIV have really affected me, I have lost people to it and I currently have two of the most precious people in my life living with (not dying from) the HIV disease. They are two of the strongest, most amazing men I know and I love them very much, but because of them I make sure that I get tested whenever I can. Because of them I am even more diligent about being tested. Because of my friend, Justin, who died from AIDS, who was fully committed to a man who was not fully committed to him, I am fierce about making sure I NEVER leave my house without a condom (or two or three-because let's face it, it's me) and that I always get tested.

Today is the day when the entire world turns its attention towards this very serious, fatal disease and we focus on how to cure it, how to end it, what we can do to educate each other on it. And I want you, my readers, my author friends, family, friends, acquaintances, etc. to be safe. So if it's been a while, go and get tested. If you know that someone needs to be tested, volunteer to go with them. But let's work towards getting the number of those living with HIV and AIDS down to zero.

-Vic

 http://www.worldaidsday.org/

*Important*

Okay, you guys know me. I donate. I'm a giver. I'm not perfect. I never pretend that I am. I don't judge. I don't condemn, criticize or judge. I give back. I try to make the world a better place. I forgive those that hurt me and I move on. I want to be a world changer. I always have been. I want my daughter and any other children I have to be proud to have me as their father. I said all that to say this:


I just heard a story and I want you all to get involved. The Christmas season is coming upon us and I know everyone is probably scrambling around buying presents last minute for family and kids, but I'm asking you, if you can to help out these two very special causes.

The first is a young girl: Naidelin, 11, who lives in South Carolina. She has cystic fibrosis. The doctors have given her six months to live. Her family is poverty stricken, her older sister and her four children live in the home with Naidelin and her parents. Naidelin can no longer attend school and has an IEP where tutors/teachers come out to her home to teach her, however after about 1.5 hours she is struggling for breath and in pain and it becomes too difficult for her to continue. Her parents are barely able to pay for their bills and Naidelin's hospital bills which means that Naidelin will be going without Christmas presents this year. Naidelin likes Hello Kitty, SpongeBob SquarePants, she is in the sixth grade and focusing on math and english (so any of those helpful toys/electronics would be great), she hates baby dolls and barbie dolls, likes batman, and wants a blanket.

The second is Morningside Middle School in South Carolina: This school is in desperate need of computers. It is a Title One school. Many of the female students there aspire to growing up, having children and getting on welfare because that's what their mothers did and they barely know better. However, they have a few teachers there now who are teaching them that they can aspire to better, but there is a new policy that is going to be coming into play that is supposed to help them, but it will only benefit schools that have computers, because instead of allowing students to breeze through school and just guess at the right answer, multiple choice questions will disappear and students will have to show their work. Morningside does not have enough computers at their school and many of their students do not have the comprehension to be able to speak or write to be able to use one to be able to use one efficiently. I want to be able to supply this school with some computers. They don't have to be top of the line, but I think it would be awesome to either send the school a check from "The GLBTQ Community" (LOL) or buy a bunch of computers and have them just be delivered or something (Unless someone lives in South Carolina and can deliver them?) I'm thinking if we can donate about 5 or 6 computers that will go a long way to helping that school which is about 1300-2000 if we don't get top of the line.

If you want to help out, you can send the gifts:

                    Vicktor Alexander
                    For Naidelin
                    5549 Black Hawk Lane
                    Lakeland, FL 33810

If you want to help out Morningside Middle School, address the checks TO Morningside Middle School (DO NOT address them to me, I don't want to be responsible for that) or buy a gift card to Best Buy or Walmart.


If you can't help, I completely understand, but for those of you who do something, even if all you do is send a Christmas card to Naidelin or something to the kids at Morningside, thank you so much. I appreciate you. I'll keep you all updated.


-Vic

Raising Shawna is now available on KINDLE!!!!!! Woohoo!!!


http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GULEUX6



What would you do if the spirit of your dead twin brother came back? 

What about if he inhabited the body of your adopted daughter? 

Former drug addict, turned state prosecutor, Shane Occena has to deal with this when the little girl he rescues one night, named Shawna, declares that she's the reincarnation of his brother Shawn, that he'd lost over eight years before. Feeling a connection to Shawna that can't be talked away, Shane begins the adoption process and gains custody. When Shawna begins acting like Shawn, Shane takes her to see Child Psychologist, Tucker Ames. And that's when his life really changes.

Dr. Tucker Ames spends his days talking with children helping them heal from their scars and come to grips with their gender issues and sexuality, and his nights alone, hoping for a family of his own. When he meets Shane and Shawna Occena, he finally feels as if he's met the family that's destined to be his. But first he has to help Shawna heal from her childhood, Shane heal from his scars, and find a way to help Shawn cross over to the other side. 

But when allegations are brought against Shane and Tucker's family descends on this makeshift family in Pensacola, will Tucker and Shane be able to stay together and be the parents that Shawna so desperately need? And will Shawn ever let go of his hold on Shawna and finally ascend to the afterlife? Tucker and Shane may think that they are Raising Shawna, but in the end, she may be the one to raise them all.

Raising Shawna is now available on ARe and Bookstrand!!!!! W00t!!!

Here are the links!


https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-raisingshawna-1355639-149.htmlhttp://www.bookstrand.com/raising-shawna

I HAZ WINNERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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-A naked Shemar Moore and John Barrowman walk out and began to rapidly tap their drumsticks on top of their drums-

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Focus! Eyes over here people! Stop drooling! Eyes over here!

And now for the winners.......

1. Melissa
2. Bobbie Walker
3. Penumbra
4. Urb
5. Gamistress66
6. Emily
7. Tj
8. Paul
9. Elayne
10. Nikita
11. Denitra
12. Antonia
13. Trix
14. CNJ907
15. Allison Graham Ealy
16. Tracey Steinbach

*One free ebook from backlist from author
Prize List:
*Lex Valentine
*Jambrea Jo Jones
Gabrielle Evans (First 5 books from the Haven series)
*N.J. Nielsen
*Jackie Nacht
*Cherie Noel
*Vicktor Alexander (that's ME!)
Tara Lain (one free copy of one book from her Balls to the Walls series that she will donate)
*JA Rock
Jaime Samms (one free ebook that Jaime is going to donate-will let you know the deets soon)
And a free ebook copy of Vampires Among Us a M/F, Erotic Paranormal story donated for the EXXXstravaganza (like what I did there?)
Gabrielle Evans swag
*Stormy Glenn

Hank Edwards (Mistletoe At Midnight, ebook copy)
Vicktor Alexander swag
The Skinny DVD


-Winners please contact me at [email protected] ASAP and let me know which one of the prizes that you want and I will let you know if it's still available and then will put you in contact with the author so that you can get your prize. Thank you all so much for commenting. Thank you authors for your donations. Thank you to all the authors who donated a post and thank you to the following people who made a donation in my name or in my honor to the following charities for my birthday:

Ryan & Tiffany Patrick: It Gets Better: $300.00
Pastor Stephen Hill: Save Darfur: $150.00
James & Angel Benton: Trevor Project: $100.00, It Gets Better: $100.00, Save Darfur: $100.00, The Trayvon Martin Foundation: $100.00, Elton John AIDS Foundation: $100.00
KayRay: We Give A Damn: $50.00
Ashley Saunders: Lifelong Adoptions: $100.00
Jerome & Jamie: HRC: $500.00. Trayvon Martin Foundation:$100.00. We Give A Damn: $100.00
Armando: We Give A Damn: $300.00. Save Darfur: $200.00


You all totally rock my face off, hardcore man. totally hardcore.


And thank you to Adara and LaJoyce for going to Vegas with me and for Keesha and Lor for going with us in spirit. You all have made this one of the greatest birthdays a guy like me could ever ask for. Thanks a bunch!


-Vicktor Alexander

-squee!-I mean... -clears throat- -manly squee-My friend and fellow author wrote a delightful free short with two of my face characters of hers, Torren and Aslan, for the Exxxtravaganza!!! O. M. G. I love it sooo much and I know you will too.
Also, Brie is donating the first five books from the Haven series to one lucky winner! So don't forget to comment!



Just Another DayCopyright © 2013 by Gabrielle Evans  “You’re leaving? You can’t leave.” It wasn’t like I couldn’t entertain myself, and gods above, I had plenty of chores. Today wasn’t just any day, though.“I have to, Aslan. The Council is meeting to approve the budget for the new sanctuary, and we have to figure out how many Enforcers we can spare until the place is up and running.” Torren raced around our bedroom while he explained, not bothering to look in my direction even once. “I told you this last week.” He sounded put out with me, but I honestly didn’t remember this supposed conversation.“Okay, well, when will you be back?” Being mated to a powerful man meant me and our son, Wren, would always be protected and never want for anything. It also meant sacrifice, though. It meant I wouldn’t always be at the top of Torren’s priority list.“Probably not until tomorrow morning.” Once his boots were laced, Torren patted himself down and mumbled under his breath, a usual ritual for him when he left the house. Then he crossed the room to stand in front of me, palmed the back of my neck, and kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”Seriously? He had nothing else to say to me? We’d barely seen each other all day, my goddamn birthday, and now my dear, loving mate had somewhere better to be. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”Torren patted his pockets again and shook his head. “I think I have everything.”“I meant, isn’t there something you want to say to me?”“You know I love you.” His movie star smile and roguish wink almost did me in, and on any other day, I’d probably have dropped the matter and forgiven him later when he did something to make up for being an ass.“Try again.”“Your hair looks great?” He glanced down at his watch and then toward our open bedroom door. “Look, I really don’t have time for twenty questions right now. Can you just tell me what you want?”Ouch. Well, that stung. “Never mind.” Confrontation gave me hives, and fighting with Torren always left me feeling sick to my stomach. “Drive safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”“I have my cell phone if you need me.”“Yeah. Okay. I love you, Torren.”“You, too,” he called over his shoulder, already halfway down the hall with his thoughts a million miles away.Sitting at the foot of my bed, I stared down at the ugly beige carpeting and sighed. My birthday wasn’t really that important, not as important as budget meetings and relocating Enforcers apparently. I just hadn’t thought I’d spend it all alone.After enduring a lot of begging and pleading on Wren’s part, I’d finally relented and agreed to let him spend the weekend with his cousin. Thane and Zasha had moved back to Snake River, and even Kieran and Lynk had plans for the evening that didn’t include cake and balloons.I’d never been a drinker, but in that moment, I’d have happily downed a bottle of Wild Turkey if it meant I didn’t have to feel so miserable. A lot of good things had happened to me in the past year. Not only had I met Torren, fallen in love, and adopted Wren, but I had a real life with real friends and an extended family full of people who made life interesting. Putting everything into perspective like that didn’t make me feel better, though. It just made me feel like a selfish, whining twat.I loved these people, especially Torren, and they’d done so much for me. A shudder rippled along my spine, and my chest constricted when unwanted memories of my previous life invaded my little pity party. Cold, hungry, and terrified, there had been nights during my captivity when I’d prayed for death. If not for Torren and the rest of my adopted family, I probably would have gotten that wish, too. Suddenly, it seemed childish to be so upset over one day when I knew how blessed I was to wake up each morning.Wanting to drown my sorrows, I turned to the shower instead of the bottle. The hot water chased away the chill of those traumatic memories, and the steam fogged the glass, blocking out the rest of the world and giving me the privacy I needed to pull myself together. I don’t know how long I stood in the shower, hoping my past sins and current woes would wash down the drain as easily as the swirling water at my feet, but the sun had set by the time I emerged from the bathroom.It should have surprised me that I’d spent nearly an hour under the spray of the shower in a semi-catatonic state, but it didn’t. These fugues, these brief detachments from reality were a way to recharge and regroup, and the gods knew I needed a reboot on occasion.Dressing simply in a pair of cotton lounge pants and a plain white T-shirt, I rubbed my growling stomach and shuffled out of my room in a quest for something to assuage the hunger.Entering the living room from the corridor, I paused as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. The eerie sensation of being watched washed over me, but no one else occupied the room, nothing looked out of place, and even from the distance I could see the deadbolt securely fastened on the front door.Brushing off the incident as a product of my bad mood and overactive imagination, I returned to my search for food. Two steps in the direction of the kitchen, however, and I pulled up short again when the air around me rippled, and at least fifty people appeared from nowhere.“Surprise!”Kendall, Jory, Galen, all of the Moonlighters, the elders, a dozen Enforcers, all of Torren’s brothers, and just about anyoneI had ever spoken to more than once were crammed into the spacious living room. Balloons, party streamers, confetti, and a piñata that looked like a mutant hybrid between a cat and a dragon decorated the area, along with a mountain of colorfully wrapped gifts near the front door.“Papa, papa, papa!” Wren came racing across the living room and nearly sent us both tumbling to the floor when he plowed into me. “Hey, you.”“Hey back.” The little brat was so much like Torren in personality, and he could charm the stars from the sky if he set his mind to it.“Guess what.” Of course, he didn’t wait for me to guess. “It’s your birthday. Happy birthday! Can I have cake now?”“You are a bottomless pit, Wren Braddock.” Lucky for him, I also found him pretty damn adorable. “I don’t know if there is any cake.”“Yeah huh,” he informed me indignantly as though I’d purposely lied to him. “See?”Looking to where he pointed, I suddenly found it hard to breathe, and my heart beat so fast it practically purred. The crowd parted to allow Torren through, and my mate strutted toward me with a beautifully decorated cake that had far too many candles on it. I didn’t care about the cake, though. I just wanted Torren.“Make a wish,” he whispered when he came to a stop in front of me.“I can’t think of one,” I answered honestly. All my wishes had already come true, and it seemed selfish to ask for anything more. “I thought you’d forgotten.”Torren passed the cake off to his brother, Lynk, with instructions to not let Wren eat the entire thing before crowding closer and cradling my face in his massive hands. “I know, and I’m sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise.”“Oh, I was definitely surprised.” I knew Torren loved me, but extravagant displays weren’t really his thing. “You did all of this?”“Well, I had a little help, but yeah, it was my idea.” Music began playing, a slow, haunting melody that brought tears to my eyes. Torren sat me on my feet and smiled charmingly as he offered his hand. “Can I have this dance, Mr. Braddock?”“Well, of course, Mr. Braddock.” No one else danced, and I could feel every person in the room watching us, but I didn’t care. I loved Torren so much, and I wanted everyone to know it. “Thank you.”“Anything for you,” Torren promised, and I knew they weren’t just empty words. “Aslan?”I sniffed a couple of times and wiped at my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “Yeah?”“Happy birthday.”

Heya Guys! So we're winding down to a close here and today you've got me! I am right now, as you're reading this, either on a plane, about to get on a plane or sitting in an airport waiting for a plane leaving Vegas after having spent five days there celebrating my 30th birthday.
I had a blast! And while I left there single (dammit!) I did write a short (okay, I kinda planned it in advance) about another young man who turned thirty who did NOT leave Vegas single, or exactly the same way he entered it.... His name? Daven, and the man who changed it all? Vince, Daven's 30th Birthday Gift (And my friend Ryan even made a little "blover" for it: blog cover). So enjoy and don't forget to leave a comment!


Daven’s 30th Birthday Gift
I have no idea why I let my friends talk me into celebrating my birthday. I was turning 30. I was entering the gay man’s graveyard. And since I was single, working as a postal worker and still renting a house, instead of owning one, I was going to wind up dying alone. It was the way of my people. Or at least that was what my ex, Jeaux, had told me when he dumped me six months prior. I shook off the melancholy that once again surrounded me and turned my focus back onto the matter at hand. Right now my eight friends and I were fighting for space in front of one of the many mirrors in the suite we had rented at the Las Vegas Hotel & Casino. I sighed in frustration and threw up my hands when Keegan once again bumped me with his hips and walked away. I stomped back into one of the three bedrooms, the one with the king-sized bed that I’d claimed for myself, and flopped down on the bed, backwards. I had just done my face after all.“Why did I come here,” I groaned.“Because even though we annoy the hell out of you, you know it’s better to come to Vegas and be annoyed by us for your 30th than stay at home and mourn the demise of your failed relationship with that jerkwad Joe,” my best friend, Armaund said from the doorway. Armaund was everything I was not. Where I was tall and lanky, all arms and legs, with no clear definition, Armaund was short and tight. A compact piece of delicious beauty. Or at least that’s what his husband, Norman, my other best friend, said all the time. Armaund, Norman and I had all grown up together. We were called a mix-matched Oreo, because of Armaund with his gorgeous caramel skin, Norman with his dark black skin, and me… with my pale, pale, pale, white skin. I sighed.“Ugh,” Armaund said. “I know that sigh. Look, if you don’t like the way you look. Change it! Go to a tanning booth, go to the beach and get a tan. Come to the gym with Norm and me and work out. Take some damn creatine in those smoothies that you have every damn morning and bulk up. You have the power to change what you see in the mirror, Daven, but you have to take it.”I turned my head and observed my friend, his words tumbling over in my head. I knew he was tight. I also know that I must have been complaining about my looks a lot if Armaund had reached the point where he needed to reprimand me for it. I pushed myself up on the bed and looked at him.“You’re right. I just don’t think I’m all that attractive,” I admitted.“Ain’t nobody writing that song but you, baby,” Armaund told me, shaking his head as he walked over to sit next to me. He wrapped his arm around mine and leaned his head against my shoulder. “When you start to see yourself as being attractive, you’ll be amazed at what you’ll start to see. Guys check you out all the time, Daven, you just don’t notice because you don’t think it’s a possibility. It is a possibility. You are gorgeous. You have this beautiful, long black hair. Gorgeous bright blue eyes, full pink lips. And yes you’re tall, but you’re tall and thin. You have a dancer’s body. It’s beautiful.” Armaund shook his head. “You’re beautiful.”I blushed. But then again there was nothing surprising about that, I was always blushing. It was amazing that I wasn’t a virgin at 30, with the way I was always stuttering and blushing whenever someone paid me a compliment or said something nice to me. Though those moments were so few and far and in between that I didn’t have to worry too much about it.“Thanks Maun,” I said, squeezing his arm gently, before gently disengaging myself and pushing myself up from the bed. “I think I’m going to go and finish getting ready.”Armaund nodded. “Good, because you have got to look fabulous tonight girl! It’s your birthday and who knows, the stars may just line up to bring you your man.”I smiled at my best friend’s optimistic attitude but inside I was scoffing. The universe had brought me Derrick, Charlie, and Troy, or as I knew them: the addict, the thief, and the married with three kids and a baby on the way with a girlfriend and another boyfriend in another state.I had absolutely no faith in the universe anymore.
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When we finally got to KraveI wasn’t sure what I was expecting. Maybe I was expecting to be surrounded by a bunch of teeny boppers, all high and making out in every corner, but it wasn’t like that. As my friends and I walked in and checked in at the desk, giving the guy at the counter—Hector, I think his name was—our names, and checking our coats, I was amazed at the classiness of the gay club. We immediately walked to the bar and ordered a round of kamikazes. I smiled broadly as they all wished me a happy birthday and we cheered even louder when the bartender told us that our first three rounds were on him. By round two I was feeling particularly buzzed and maybe that was the reason I didn’t immediately notice him.Who? Oh. Him.When I finally did notice him my friends and I had moved out to the dance floor and were about to hit the dance floor hard, I’m talking full out Dirty Dancing when I looked up and noticed him standing there. That’s it. He was just standing there. He wasn’t dancing. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t doing anything. He was just standing there watching me. Well, I think he was watching me. I wasn’t exactly sure at first. You see he was wearing shades on his eyes.I remember the first words out of my mouth when I saw him were:“Holy. Fuck.”Yes, very articulate, I know.But in my defense, He stood at least about 6 feet 8 inches tall of pure, thick muscles wrapped in the deepest, darkest chocolate known to man. He had long black hair that brushed his shoulders with a black fedora pulled low over one eye, though he wore a pair of black shades. He wore a black suit with a black button down shirt, with a pair of white suspenders, a thin white tie and a pure white triangle of silk in the pocket of his suit jacket.To put it simply: he was sex wrapped in a dream.My tongue desperately wanted to roll out of my mouth, across the dance floor and lick him all over. My ass wanted to escape my body and attach itself permanently to his dick and my lips wanted to be attached to his plump ones or his dick or hell, any part of him that he would deign to allow me to touch.I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t give someone like me a chance but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t look. And I knew I’d made a good choice when Armaund, Keegan, and even Norman stopped behind me and said: “God. Damn.”I merely nodded and said, “I know, right?”My eyebrows furrowed when two other men walked over to the first man, both almost as beautiful, but just as muscled, to talk. The first man just nodded but never moved his gaze and that was when my breath caught in my chest.“Is he looking at me?” I asked softly.“Normally I would tell you that you were out of your delusional mind,” Leslie, my frenemy, a blond pixie who was probably the biggest gold digger in the world but who also had a heart of gold to match, said, “But this time I do believe you are right.”“He is totally checking you out Daven,” Armaund breathed excitedly.As if the man was only waiting for someone to say my name he pushed off the wall and strode across the dance floor directly toward me. The dancers on the floor separated around him without a thought and I watched in amazement, he seemed to be able to command them with barely a thought and I wished for that kind of confidence, that type of power.“Hello, Daven,” a deep whiskey, sexy as sin voice said and I practically melted into the floor. I looked up, up, up into cocoa brown eyes and swallowed thickly.“H-hullo,” I replied. I grunted when Armaund elbowed me in my back and held out my hand. The man in front of me smirked and took my hand in his. He leaned over it and placed a kiss on the back of it.“My name is Vince. It is a pleasure to meet you. I wondered if you would like to dance with me?”I don’t think I could have spoken in that moment if I’d wanted to so I just nodded. Vince just smiled and nodded at my friends before leading me into the middle of the dance floor. He pulled me into his arms and we began to dance. It was close. I mean, close. My head was against his chest, his hard cock was pressed against my stomach, rubbing against it and my cock was pressed against his thigh rubbing and pushing and oh god, oh god, oh fuck, OH FUCK!Oh. Shit.Well. Hell. That’s just all kinds of embarrassing.I peeked up through my lashes at Vince and wondered if he could tell that I’d just come in my tight jeans from rubbing against his thigh and from his satisfied smile he did. But he didn’t tease me, instead he leaned down and pressed a kiss against my lips.“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life,” he whispered in my ear, sniffing my neck deeply, which was weird and kind of ticklish, but I kind of liked it so I didn’t say anything. “Come with me upstairs to a private booth?”Who was I to say no?Um, no one. I was newly 30. Practically on the shelf according to my ex. I was worthless as a gay man now according to Jeaux. I know, I know. It wasn’t true. But that was true for other gay men, not for me. I was boring. I had issues. I had low self-esteem. I was worthless and had nothing to contribute to a relationship or to another man. 30 for me was the death knell. The final nail in the proverbial love life coffin, but if this fine, gorgeous, god of a man wanted to indulge in some meaningless, never-ever-call-you sex with me and give my much needed self-esteem a boost then by George I was going to let him.So I nodded, waved to my friends, pointed to the booths, who cheered, clapped and shooed me on, and followed Vince up to one of the private booths upstairs.When we got there we sat down and he ordered a bottle of champagne.“What are we toasting?” I asked him as I accepted my glass.“Your thirtieth birthday,” he told me with a smile.I froze with the glass to my lips and stared at him. “How do you know it’s my thirtieth birthday?”“I had my friends find out everything they could about you when I first noticed you. I thought you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life. I knew—well, it doesn’t matter what I knew—all that matters is that I wanted to get to know you, so I had them find out who you were. They couldn’t find out your name but the bartender knew it was your thirtieth birthday, so I asked for a bottle of champagne to celebrate your thirtieth birthday.”I shook my head wanting to cry. “I know you must think I’m so old and worthless,” I told him, wiping my eyes, groaning at the black smears on my fingers from my eyeliner.“Hey, hey. Don’t put words in my mouth,” Vince said firmly. He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted my face until my gaze met his. “In my culture, you are not considered an adult, until you are thirty. It is only then that you are considered to be a person of great wisdom and much maturity. It is then that you are expected to have put away childish things such as idle gossip, backstabbing, rumors, lies, manipulations, and other such things that would bring harm to the community. There are those who never learn these things or they learn some of these things but don’t learn others, but at the age of thirty, the elders expect for you to have learned them all and it’s at the age of thirty that you become accountable.”I stared at Vince in amazement. His words had touched me and I felt calmed as I thought about how I was I was too old to sit around and gossip with my friends, and how Armaund who was a year older than me had stopped doing that with us a year before.“You’re right,” I told Vince with a smile.“Of course I am,” he said with a chuckle. “I turned thirty many moons ago.”“How many?”Vince merely shook his head. “That’s a conversation for another day, just know that I am more than old enough for what I want to do to you right here, right now.”“Really?”When had my voice ever sounded so low and husky?“Oh yeah, really.”I nodded and then Vince took my lips in a deeply passionate kiss, soon he trailed his lips down over my chin and down my neck to the base where it met my shoulder. He licked and nibbled the skin there causing me to shiver and clutch at his shoulders. I felt a slight pinch of pain and I gasped before I felt the most blissful wash of pleasure sweep through me. Better than any orgasm I’d ever had in my life. I floated on clouds of rainbows and chocolate skin and cocoa eyes for long minutes and when I finally opened my eyes I was lying back on the bench looking up into Vince’s eyes. He was leaning over me, his brown eyes gleaming, his shirt open, his suspenders handing down off his shoulders and his suit jacket hanging on the back of the bench I lay on. His pants were undone and when I looked down I realized that I was completely naked.Dammit. How long was I out for?“Are you ready to continue or would you rather continue to float on your cloud?” Vince teased me. I hit his shoulder playfully.“Just come and fuck me, funny man,” I told him with a grin.“My pleasure,” he told me before standing to his feet and pushing down his pants. I gasped for two reasons then.Reason number one. Vince wasn’t wearing any underwear and that’s totally like my biggest fantasy.Reason number two. I wish you could have seen the size of his cock. It’s any wonder he can walk with that think in between his legs.I crossed my legs, covered my genitals and shook my head.“Nope. Nuh-uh. Ain’t happenin’. Nope. Sorry buddy. Gotta find someone else,” I told him. Because while I was desperate to feel Vince inside of me, I did not want my headstone to read: “Death by Cock” on it.Death by Anaconda.He was Killed by the One-Eyed Monster.He Died Doing what He loved.He Was Killed Being Done by What He loved.He Went out the Way He wanted to, On a Big Hard Co-Well, you get my drift.  My mother would be horrified.Though that might be a good idea…Vince merely laughed at me. I was getting a little tired of him doing that.“Trust me it will fit.”I rolled my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the guys even if it’s not true. I’m telling you that tanks are not made to fit into openings the sizes of igloos.”Vince tilted his head to the side looking like a dog as if he found me the most confusing human in the world and I almost laughed at the insane turn my brain was taking and immediately jumped when Vince touched me.“Have I steered you wrong yet?” he asked me gently.I swallowed nervously and shook my head.“Then continue to trust me Daven. It will fit. Your body was made to fit mine.”“How do you know that?” I asked him.”He looked away as if he were debating with himself and then shook his head and looked at me. “Just trust me, I know.”I stared at him a moment longer and then thinking about his words I slowly uncrossed my legs and removed my hands from my still very hard erection. Vince smiled at me and lowered his head down over my crotch. He licked around the head of my shaft and I hissed and clutched his hair in my grip. I thrust my hips up and down and whimpered when Vince popped his lips off the tip with a smile. He lowered his lips down and trailed his tongue over my balls and over my perineum down to my…Oh.My.Holy.Fucking.Baby.Jesus.He was eating my ass.Best.Birthday.Ever.I shoved my fist in my hand and bit down on the flesh as I squeezed my eyes closed and tried hard not to scream the walls down as Vince licked, sucked, and fucked my ass like there was no tomorrow. And just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he pushed in a finger and it got better.It got so much better.Then one finger became two finger and it got even better.Then two fingers became three fingers and it became great.Then three fingers became four fingers and it became excellent.And when Vince pulled his four fingers from my ass and pressed the head of his cock against my ass and slowly forced it into my entrance excellent became a heart-stopping burn that gave way into a breath-stealing awesomeness that had me dropping my fist from my mouth gripping the bench on either side of my hips and letting out a loud:“OH FUCK YES!”Oops.But you know what? In that moment I didn’t care.I didn’t care if everyone could hear Vince slam his cock into my rear. I didn’t care if they could hear him drag it across my prostate as he withdrew slowly. I didn’t care if they could hear me beg him to come back in, please, please, please come back in and fuck me hard.I could have given two shits in that moment if anyone could hear Vince as he growled and fucked me harder and harder as our fleshed slapped together louder and louder. Our sweat mixing and flying through the air to hit each other, the floor the walls, and to splatter the bench.The fact that the air began to smell like sweat, ass, mansex, lube, pre-cum and would eventually smell like cum? Well, I didn’t give a fuck.And when Vince dug his long nails into my waist, nails I hadn’t noticed he’d had earlier, and I let out a high pitched squeal of passion and gripped his hair and pulled his head down for a hard, bruising kiss, the police department, FBI, CIA, hell, President Obama himself could have come in himself and I would have told them all to wait until we were done.I didn’t even need to touch my own cock before I felt my third orgasm clawing at my skin, rising up from toes,. Wrapping itself around the base of my spine and exploding out of the top of my cock. I let out a scream. Part Vince’s name and part of a deity that I wasn’t so sure I fully believed in, before I collapsed back onto the bench. Vince lifted me up by the shoulders and whispered something in what sounded like a foreign language—though to my blissed out, orgasm-fevered brain, everything, even Justin Timberlake playing on the DJ’s stereo system at that moment sounded like a foreign language—and bit me!Now I’m alright with a little bit of kinky shit. You want to tie me up? Okay. You want to spank me a little bit? That’s fine. You want me to wear ladies’ panties or ladies’ clothes? I’m fine with that. But biting? We’re told to stop doing that shit in daycare. I was about to tell Vince that very thing when I looked up and saw that Vince’s normal teeth were fangs and they were slowly retracting into his normal teeth. His face which had looked normal before was now extremely hairy and was now slowly losing some of its… hairiness? And returning to normal.I wanted to scream. I really did. But I was too confused and intrigued and well… to damn sexually satisfied to do anything but ask a question. One very important question.“Who are you?” I asked.Vince winced. “I am Alpha Vincent Monreau. I am the alpha of the entire Pacific region and you are my mate, Daven.”“Mate?” My eyebrows lowered. “What does that mean?”Vince brushed my hair back. “It means that you were made for me and I was made for you. I can never cheat on you. It means that I will always be faithful, that we will one day be able to mindspeak with each other. That our lifespans will lengthen to run parallel to the other so that we never have to be alone. That we complement each other.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before leaning back, his dick twitching inside of me. “It means that when I was born four hundred years ago, the universe waited three hundred and seventy years to make the perfect person for me and that person was you. That perfect person was you. Thirty years ago, you were born, created just for me. So you see, you aren’t worthless, used up or on the shelf. You are the most valuable thing in the world to me. You are worth more than anything in this world to me. You are priceless to me, Daven. You are my mate.”My eyes filled with tears and all I could do was throw my arms around Vince neck and hold him tight.“Thank you,” I whispered.“Always,” he whispered back.It wasn’t how I saw my birthday playing out, but it was infinitely better, as a matter of fact I’d have to say, turning thirty is easily the best birthday I’ve ever had.