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Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my book Light the Way.
Blurb:
                Lighthousekeeper, Dylan Wilton, discovers the broken body of a beautiful young man with athick, flowing mane of white hair, while out walking one night. Taking thebeautiful stranger into his home to care for him, he finds out that the onlything the young man remembers is his name: Seth.                 WhatDylan doesn't know, and what Seth has forgotten, is that he has a veryimportant, very powerful secret: he is a unicorn shifter, who has been sent outto find his true life mate before his next birthday, which is just four monthsaway. The two find that they have a very deep, electrifying connection and itisn't long before their friendship takes a turn towards something a lot deeperand much more satisfying.                 Withevery kiss, touch and intimate embrace, however, Seth's memories begin toreturn and before long he has regained the entirety of his memories, and not amoment too soon, because he must claim Dylan and be claimed himself, the royalline secured, in just two months or he and his entire family will be killed.                 Aseries of misunderstandings, danger, and someone who has set his sights on Sethfor his own nefarious reasons, arise to try and keep the two men from completingtheir mating in time. Did Seth's memories return to him in time for him toprotect his mate and his family or did he stay in the darkness to long? And nowthat the darkness has retreated, can Dylan love him enough to light the waytowards their own happily ever after?


Excerpt: "Oh man! What if he'sdead?""Shut up Earl. He'snot fucking dead, he's just playing with us. Ain't cha, ya piece of shit?""Lonnie he ain'tbreathing no more. We weren't supposed to kill him. We were supposed to justcapture him and bring him to the boss. He ain't gonna be happy if we bring himto him and he's all dead and shit.""We ain't bringing himto The Boss dead Earl! Now shut. The. Fuck. Up.""Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuck. Lonnie…""Goddammit Earl. Youkilled him. You killed the fucking unicorn with all of your stupid swingingaround.""I'm sorry Lonnie, hewas just running too fast.""He's a goddamnunicorn! Of course he was fucking running, you stupid hillbilly.""I'm sorry Lonnie.""Don't apologize tome, just help me.""What'cha doingLonnie?""What the fuck's itlook like Earl? We're going to throw the damn unicorn overboard and tell TheBoss we couldn't find him. Better we never found him than we found him andkilled him. Now grab his legs.""Which ones Lonnie?""His fucking back legsEarl! I swear I don't know how in the world you survived childhood with asstupid as you are. Now help me push him over…"I felt it, the moment I hit the water. That feeling of fearand panic that settles in your bones. I wasn't stupid though. Earl and Lonnie,the two hired goons who'd been sent by "The Boss" to capture me would bewatching the water to make sure that I didn't float back up to the top. So eventhough my body was weak and bruised, broken in some places, I had just enoughenergy and power to shift from my unicorn form to my human form when I sank lowenough in the water. Once I felt the waves of the shift finish floating over mybody, or after the water settled as soon as Lonnie and Earl took off, I pushedmy limbs as hard as I could to get to the surface.I gasped for air as soon as my head broke the surface and Ifound myself smelling the faintest trace of the most heavenly scent I'd eversmelled in my life. I turned my body and saw that I was very close to thelighthouse. Maybe I'd be able to ask for help from the caretaker. He wasprobably some nice old man who would be sufficiently horrified when I appearedat his doorstep completely nude. Unfortunately, it wasn't something that Icould help. I didn't shift and keep my clothes on. I shouldn't have shifted torun through the forest. It was something that my parents had taught me not todo my entire life. The few times that I'd disobeyed them and look whathappened?I pushed my arms and legs through the water, my limbsfeeling heavier as I got closer and closer to the shore. I saw a man walkingtowards the edge. He didn't look extremely old, but maybe he was visiting hisfather the caretaker? I shoved away my curious thoughts, my curiosity about thehuman race having already gotten me in trouble once before and focused onswimming.That one moment of distraction cost me though. My long whiteblonde hair wrapped around one arm and as I tried to free myself, I swamheadfirst into a rock that protruded from the water, the force of the blow tomy head was enough to not only knock me unconscious but to cause me to getamnesia. Something that changed my life forever.

Here is today's Man-oh-Man Monday post and yes, before you even ask, this is going to be a full-length novel. It's book two in my Coming Home series (military/interracial/contemporary). This post is hot, sexy and...well, you'll see. But this is the picture that sparked the idea: Nice right?And here are the three men who are the main characters for this book. Oh, wait, I did tell you guys that this is a menage story right? I didn't? Well here's the tags for this story: contemporary/military/interracial/menage/BDSM.Delightful!And our boys: (Salvatore)  (Daxton)  (Roderick)
And here is the story of how these three men met (Btw, I read part of this to author Cherie Noel and she responded with: "Oh, I feel sticky. I think I need a shower." If you can figure out what part of this piece it is, you have your choice of a free copy of one of my books, either one from my backlist or my next release. Leave your guess in the comments section and I will announce the winner on Wacky Writer Wednesday):
The FestivalThe air was thick with excitement, anticipation, joy, and just a hint of fear. The first ever annual Gay Festival held in Polk County, Florida was underway at the Lakeland Sun 'N Fun grounds and every gay, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, queer, questioning person and their supporters were out at the event. There were vendors and performers, the press were there taking pictures and interviewing the attendees. It was one of the most talked about events in the state and would forever go down as the moment that Polk County, easily one of the most conservative counties in Florida, became just a touch more liberal and a lot more tolerant. Everyone was excited, numbers were exchanged and silent communication passed between unattached patrons as the festival soon became a way for them to find a date, a hook-up or a partner. It was clearly one of the most exciting things to happen in Polk County in quite a while.Salvatore Dolcetto was bored out of his fucking skull. Lifting the cup of cold Heineken to his lips, he took a deep gulp as he let his dark blue eyed gaze scan the crowd for his lover. Seeing Daxton pushing his way back through the crowd toward him, holding a funnel cake in one hand and a cinnamon pretzel in the other, Salvatore struggled not to laugh at the look of complete frustration on his partner's face. He should probably feel  sorry for the other man, step forward and clear a path for him, but it had been Daxton's idea to come to this fucking undercover orgy anyway, so he it would be good for him to suffer a bit and find out what happens when he decides to guilt his older, and much wiser, partner into going somewhere with him.Daxton was six feet away from Salvatore when he was jarred by someone and dropped his funnel cake to the ground. Dropping his cup in the trash bin that he'd been standing next to, Salvatore quickly walked forward to help his lover when he came to an abrupt halt and stared at the seductive, innocent-looking, black angel that was bending over to pick up the fallen dessert. He felt his cock harden quickly and adjusted himself behind the jeans that he wore, a husky groan rising up from his throat. Looking around he realized that he wasn't the only one mesmerized by the site of the gorgeous young man bending over. A small crowd of men had come to an abrupt stop to stare at the seductive siren, as his long black hair fell forward over his shoulders and his ass lifted up as if offering itself to the man, or men, brave enough and strong enough to tame it.Salvatore felt a harsh growl push its way up from his chest, his eyes narrowing on every man looking at the beauty. He was a little surprised by the swift, gripping feeling of possessiveness that had attached itself to firmly to his psyche but he was powerless to detach it now that it had gained a foothold. He wasn't even this possessive over Daxton, and the two of them had been together for over five years now. Speaking of Daxton….Salvatore lifted his gaze from the tantalizing image of the young man bending over, his imagination having imagined the young man stark naked, with his cock shoved deep inside of the tight brown hole, the gorgeous, young stranger's mouth wrapped tightly around Daxton's leaking cock, and looked at his partner. What he saw stamped on the other man's face made him smile and the tightness that had just lodged itself around his heart, easing somewhat. For stamped on Daxton's face was a look of lust, so strong and fierce that Salvatore hissed and exhaled on a shuddering breath.He and Daxton had been talking about adding a third person to their very unconventional relationship since celebrating their six-month anniversary. While they'd had a third person in their bed, someone capable of submitting to one or the both of them, they'd yet to find someone that the both of them had wanted to dominate, care for and love for an extended period of time. Looking at the seductive siren as he and Daxton chatted, Salvatore thought to himself that they may have just possibly found the third person for them.Stepping forward quickly, he came to a stop directly behind the other man and watched as Daxton's thin, pink lips pulled up into a smile. Yes, Daxton totally knew where his head was at in that moment. Both the big head and the little one. Salvatore was just barely holding back the urge he had to swing the thin black man up into his arms and take him to the nearest flat surface and fuck him until he passed out. The groan that softly slipped from in between his lips alerted the alluring stranger to his presence and Daxton smirked at him before turning to introduce them to each other."Oh, Sal, I'm glad you're here. Let me introduce you to Roderick Stanley. Ricky this is Salvatore Dolcetto, my partner," Daxton stated with a grin.Salvatore looked down at Ricky, guessing his height to be about a foot shorter than Salvatore's own 6'4, and grinned. His heart pounded in his chest and he held out his hand in a friendly gesture of greeting."It's nice to meet you," Ricky said, his voice soft, the tone of it gently stroking Salvatore's lips before caressing down his chest, causing his nipples to grow hard behind the soft fabric of his black cotton T-shirt, down his stomach to his groin where it gripped his cock firmly until a small bead of moisture formed at the top. Salvatore inhaled quickly. He watched as Ricky shyly lowered his head after greeting him and felt his heart turn over in his chest.How was it possible that this small man could be both unashamedly seductive while being simultaneously shy and innocent? Salvatore knew one thing in that moment, if he didn't get his cock in Ricky's ass soon, he was going to fall to his knees and weep. For a Marine officer that show of weakness, of submission was unacceptable.He lifted Ricky's face with his right hand and looked deeply into his eyes, offering him the best seductive smile that he could muster in light of the lust that wracked his body. "The pleasure is all mine, though it will soon be all yours," he promised, grinning wolfishly as the other man's eyes widened in surprise, seconds before Daxton pressed himself against his back.Salvatore watched as Ricky looked back at Daxton and then up at him, comprehension slowly coming to his eyes. Before he could say a word, Salvatore lowered his head and took the younger man's lips with his own. The taste of Roderick exploded on his tongue and without any preamble, Salvatore lowered his hands to the smaller man's ass and lifted him up into his arms as their tongues dueled. Salvatore felt his senses trembling as Ricky tried to lick every crevice of his mouth, his hardened cock pressed against Salvatore's stomach as he whimpered and thrust trying to get closer and closer to him."This way," Daxton's voice came to him through the haze, sounding rough and growly and Salvatore, tore his lips away from Ricky's long enough to press a hard, punishing kiss against Daxton's lips, before following his partner away from the crowd toward one of the buildings on the property.As they walked, Salvatore tried to focus on not crashing into anything as Ricky continued to kiss and lick all over his face and his neck. He'd never been so happy to see a door in his life when Daxton led him into a deserted building where Salvatore guessed the bathrooms and offices were. Dropping one of his hands into the back of the loose jeans that Ricky wore, Salvatore drifted his fingertips down the crease of the smaller man's ass and tapped his puckered entrance."In here," Daxton commanded, his voice having a slight edge of a whine to it. Salvatore knew how Daxton felt. Ricky was a living, breathing orgasm. A veritable fountain of wet dreams, cum, and moans all wrapped up neatly in a milk chocolate frame that could induce a massive spray of hot seed just by pressing up against a male body.Salvatore lowered Ricky to his feet, groaning at the feel of the other man's body as it pressed against his. He heard the loud snick of the lock on the door before Daxton moved to close the blinds on all of the windows. Salvatore's eyes quickly took in the office that they stood in, the absence of any personal items and concluded that this was an empty office.He didn't have a chance to make any more observations before he felt the hot press of Ricky's lips on his chest and looking down he saw Daxton frantically pulling Ricky's clothes off and knew that he was a little behind. Pulling his shirt off over his head, he lowered his lips to Ricky's again, before lifting him out of his jeans and shoes that Daxton had pulled off. Laying the moaning man on top of the desk, Salvatore began kissing his way down the other man's neck, over his collarbone to his dark brown nipples, the tight buds calling for his mouth."Oh Sal, look at his nipples, they're so hard and tight," Daxton moaned and Salvatore nodded, swallowing thickly as he wrapped his lips around Ricky's left nipple as Daxton took the right one between his teeth.  Lifting his left hand, Salvatore pushed down Daxton's already unbuttoned slacks. Pulling back his hand, he brought it down firmly on Daxton's ass, grinning at the grunt and moan that left his partner's lips.Daxton had a little more sub in him than Salvatore, and in their relationship, Salvatore had always taken a much more dominant role than his versatile partner.  It worked for the most part, but there were always those times when they both longed for a true sub. Hearing Ricky's moans, Salvatore knew that they'd finally found a true sub, at least for the moment, and he wasn't going to waste this time with him.Rubbing Daxton's ass gently, he brushed his lips down Ricky's lean and tight body, the slightly citrusy smell of his body wash filling Salvatore's nostrils as he licked a line just above the smaller man's groin. Grabbing Ricky's legs he pressed his knees back towards his chest, smiling into the younger man's questioning gaze, before he knelt in front of the desk.Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering as the clean, but slightly musky scent of Ricky's ass filled his senses. No longer able to hold himself back, Salvatore buried his face in the other man's ass, his tongue licking around his tight and clenching dark brown hole. Groaning as the taste of Ricky washed over his taste buds, Salvatore pressed his face deeper, his tongue pressing deeper into Ricky's ass. Oh gods, this was how he wanted to die, with his tongue buried in Ricky's ass and, glancing up he felt his cock jerk in his suddenly too tight jeans at the sight of Daxton's pale dick thrusting in and out of Ricky's full lips. Without any further thought, he stood to his feet and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them down his hips. He wasn't waiting any more, he needed inside of Ricky's ass and he needed to be there yesterday.

Here's your six sentence Sunday post from my WIP: Passionate Nights & Lawless Mornings





"Moore! Get your ass in my office right NOW!"Julian O'Taire, Division Leader for CIA Group 35 yelled loudly, his face brightred, nostrils flaring before turning to stomp off back into his office,slamming the door shut behind him. The loud crashing of the door probably wouldhave made a bigger impact had there been more people in the building other thanJulian and Clayton Moore, his pain-in-the ass, arrogant,thinks-he's-God's-gift-to-mankind, Team Lead. He didn't know what he'd done todeserve the overbearing, jackass that was Clayton Moore, but he'd definitelynoticed an increase in not only his church attendance but his prayer life andhis meditation as well…and not the fun meditation that involved his hand, somelube and a really good porno…or whatever they were calling those romance booksthat he read in secret these days.                 Perhapsit wouldn't be so bad if Clayton was lazy, insubordinate, committing illegalacts on the side so that he could bust him and lock him away in the deepestregions of the United States penile system…hell, even if Clayton were ugly andfat that would help him a lot with his unrelenting anger. The problem was,Clayton was damn near perfect and it just chafed his ass that there wasn'tanything that warranted him firing the man. Unfortunately the CIA had made damnsure that there was no "jackass," "stupidity," "asshole" clause in the employeerights to serve handbook.

Here is your Saturday Snark from Book One of the "Passion of Africa" series (historical, interracial, gay romance) entitled, Dare Not Speak Its Name. Enjoy!




Samuei turned to Edward, narrowing his eyes at the broad-shouldered Englishman sitting on the chaise in his sitting room. What the hell was he doing here?

"What in the name of the Almighty are you doing here Edward?" he asked. Samuei watched nervously as Edward slowly stood from where he sat sprawled delectably on the cherished chaise lounger that Samuei's mother had acquired from Paris. He swallowed thickly, his gaze rising from the older man's clavicle to his chin and finally up to his eyes as he got closer to him. His body trembled with need and desire, his palms growing sweaty. His cock throbbed with the rapid beating of his heart and he tried desperately to restrain the moan that threatened to burst forth from his mouth. This was why he'd been hesitant to return from Zanzanubia. Being with his grandfather and uncles he'd been able to forget all about the man his father had assigned to protect him. He'd also been able to explore that side of himself that Edward had admonished him to forget about.

"I heard that you'd returned," Edward stated simply and try as he might, Samuei was unable to stop his eyes from closing as he savored the sound of the other man's deep voice as it brushed against his senses, caressing his spirit and embracing his soul. He sighed shakily as he felt the touch of Edward's large hand against the side of his face. Christ Almighty he had missed this. He felt his head being tilted back by Edward's thumb and forefinger and he opened his eyes to look up at him. "I'm glad you came back to me little one," Edward said huskily as he leaned closer to kiss him.

Like a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head Samuei snapped out of his lustful haze and stepped back. "You don't kiss little ones, Edward, you give them a lemon tart and send them to the nursery to play. I am a man. A man who has kissed and been kissed, who has lain with other men," he stepped closer to Edward as he saw his eyes darken in anger and what looked like jealousy. "When you're ready to see me as a man, and treat me as such, then you can kiss me. Until then, how about you just guard my body and leave it at that."

With what his mother would have aptly termed a manly flounce, Samuei turned on his heel and left the room.


For more Saturday snark, please go to:  Tales From the Writing Cave

  My big sis MJ O'Shea tagged me on facebook for the Lucky Sevens (seems people are determined to have me tease you all).
Here are the rules:1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they're written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.

So here's seven paragraphs from my soon to be released A Very Tate Love, Liquor & Holiday Bundle 


A Very Tate Love, Liquor & Holiday Bundle 

              "Jerome, you're the Alpha now. This is yourdecision, your call. You have to decide what to do. This is the reason that Ileft you in charge. This is the reason that I stepped down to let you do this.It's all on you buddy. You make the choice," Howell hedged, returning theresponsibility back on Jerome's shoulder.            "Maybeyou shouldn't have left me in charge then. I don't know if I'll make the rightchoice here Howell," Jerome admitted before taking a deep breath. "Okay," hesaid after a long exhale, "Can you give me the number to your Alpha there? Ithink I need to see if he'll let us send some of the people and the kids outthat way and if maybe he knows the Alphas in between here and there who mightbe willing to help out as well."            Howellgrunted at Jerome's suggestion. Everyone knew that there was only one packbetween Georgia and Texas, and that was in Mississippi, the rest of the stateswere filled with vampires. "Sure, I'll give you his number, hold on for a sec."Howell pulled his cell phone out of his pocked, the denim rubbing against theback of his hand, allowing a small measure of peace to settle on his shoulders.Denim, cowboy, Texas, Tate Ranch, Tate Pack…Michael and the kids. They werethings that he knew and was comfortable with. He read the number for Vet, theTate Pack Alpha, off to Jerome and after reminding the man to keep him updatedon what was happening, turned to return to the kitchen and hang up the phone.            Helooked at his family and tried to push away the guilt that tightened his skinand caused his mouth to dry out. His hands clenched and unclenched at his side.He swallowed thickly as he watched Michael and the children eating, his gutchurning. His mind swirled with images and irrational thoughts of one or all ofthem being sold into slavery. He grunted and walked towards the table to sitdown.            Is everything okay? Michael asked himand Howell looked up and merely nodded at the younger man.            "Oh-em-gee,they're doing it again," Mariah complained. Howell looked at the young girlwith a thin smile.            "Doingwhat?" Cody asked; his eyebrows lowered in confusion, clutching his fork in hisfist. His eyes darted between Mariah and Howell and Howell felt his chestexpand with the air he took in his lungs. A lump formed in his throat and heswallowed back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Cody looked somuch like Noel in that moment that Howell could barely contain himself fromhowling out in pain.

I am all about "discovering" and sharing hot, new talent or unknown talent or people who should be published authors but aren't.

I also love pimping blogs.

Today's "Fabulous Blog Pimpage Friday" is Ninth Wave. It is a fantastic blog/website, run by Xenobia who is a brilliant, unpublished author of the Wyndrah series as well as some fanfiction stories.

I'm so hooked on Wyndrah that it's not even funny.

Wyndrah talks about the Lashran race, an alien race where there are only males born, with the rare female being born every so often.

How do they procreate, you ask?

Well there are lifebearers and sires born in this race though they're all male (*gasp* Mpreg?! *happy nod* Yes, mpreg-male pregnancy).

I discovered this series back in December 2010 and I was hooked from the end of the first page of the first story.

The Wyndrah is an entire series, there are over six "books" with a spin-off Modern Wyndrah which is sort of the Lashran people in our day and age.

I read some Wyndrah, every day people, seriously. I think Xenobia should be published if she isn't already, and if she is then someone needs to direct me to her books because she's fracking brilliant.

Here's the blog link, I encourage you to go check out her site, read the stories and get hooked, you won't regret it:

The Ninth Wave-Xenobia


Happy Friday Vick-sters!

-Vicktor Alexander

Zach Sweets tagged me in a meme. Here are the rules:

1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms

2. Go to line 7

3. Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they're written. No cheating.

4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.

The MS I picked is my current MS–Passion's Hero 1: The Alpha King. Here's 7 paragraphs from 7th page. (Because it's more of a teaser for you)

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Prince Buckington Roughshire was drunk. He was very, very drunk. He was also only sixteen and if his father ever found out that he was drunk, he'd be in a heap of trouble. This is exactly why he was in Quire, a city two hours away from Roughshireson, where the palace was located. He grinned drunkenly at the other men at the bar when they looked at him and lifted the glass of Namprincian whiskey to his lips and swallowed the liquid down, hissing at the slight burn as it traveled down his throat and settled into his gut. He was so sick of his older brother Blazell and his parents who doted on him. Yes, he knew that Blaze was the heir to the kingdom but Buck was the Beta and just as important as the Alpha…at least that's what his mother had always told him. With a long sigh of disappointment and sadness, he lifted his hand and gestured for the bartender to give him another drink before allowing the very heavy limb to fall hard onto the top of the bar. He'd finally reached his limit with his family. It was time to kill himself with whiskey.

"What are you doing out here at this time of night Prince Buckington?" a deep voice rasped in his right ear and Buck barely controlled the shiver of need that drifted down his spine. How long had it been since he'd been with another man? Too long if he couldn't even remember. All that time trying to prove to my father that I'm not a screw up and that I'm just as capable as Blaze at handling matters of the kingdom, for nothing, he thought despairingly, I was the one who pointed out that the Versuthion family had some sort of tie to our ancestor Joshua, but they gave the credit to Blaze. Just because he's the oldest. I hate him. I hate them. They would be so sorry if I wasn't around anymore. Although, the fact that they hadn't even invited me to the celebratory drinks probably means that they wouldn't, he admitted sadly to himself before turning his wobbly head to the right to look into the face of the man who had spoken to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked the man, not totally sure of who he was but noticing the green, black and gold of the Tumaron royal guard and realizing that this guard had probably been sent by his father to find his "troubled son." He wasn't troubled, he was the fucking spare.

"Why Prince Buckington, I'm only here to watch over you. But maybe you've had enough to drink, huh?" the unnamed guard advised.

Buck snorted at the other guy before leaning closer as if he were about to share a secret. "Did you know that it takes approximately twenty-one double shot glasses of Namprincian whiskey to get a fully grown Tumaron shifter drunk?" he stated, his words slurred and almost hard to understand.

The guard chuckled before leaning closer, his hand settling on Buck's thigh, close to his groin. Buck felt his cock harden and grinned widely at the other man before throwing his left arm out in a wide, sweeping arc. "I've had twenty-four!" he declared proudly, before tipping to the side and almost falling off the chair. He felt himself pulled up, held firmly to the chest of the guard, and buried his face in the other man's chest.

He inhaled deeply and almost gagged. The guard smelled…off. As if only the top layer of his body was Tumaron and the rest of him was something else entirely. He inhaled again and coughed to cover up the bile that he had to swallow back at the smell of…what the hell was that? Snake? Was this guard a hybrid? Half Tumaron and half Strawxigian? That was weird. Tumarons and Strawxigians had an almost visceral reaction to each other, so how could they possibly get past their body's reaction to the other enough for a baby to be created?

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Blurb:
Centuries after the destruction of Earth, destiny is being fulfilled and plans are in motion to restore not only the Earth, but mankind, to its former glory. One family is fated to bring about this amazing destiny. One man puts it all in motion, the day he meets his mate.
Talon Versuthion always knew that some kind of way, life was going to screw him over. His parents died when he was just a boy and he can't remember a thing about them. He was adopted by a great family only to have them tell him that he is a Vermithian, one of the most despised humanoid species. Even worse than that? He has no idea that a prophecy was made about his family, one that mentions that someone from the Versuthion family will bring back a pure human race. And there are people out there who will stop at nothing to make sure that never happens. No matter what.
While on a delivery for the GPA with his adopted sister Josie, however, Tal's space shuttle crashes onto Tumaro, the notorious wolf-shifter planet. Tal is lucky to be alive, though Josie can't be found. He is desperate to find her, but destiny steps in and history is changed forever. Because the Alpha King of the planet, Blazell Roughshire, is Talon's mate. And before the two men can even settle into their new relationship they must deal with conspiracy, murder, kidnapping and a centuries old plot to completely eradicate the human race. Will Blaze be able to keep his mate safe from those who would see him dead? Is Tal truly the only one left from his family who can fulfill this centuries old prophecy? And can Tal, who has made it a point to never fall in love with anyone, open his heart and let Blaze be Passion's hero?

Here's your Truth or Dare Lustful Thursday post entitled: Brody's Dare. Enjoy!



Brody's Dare
"Truth or Dare?" Alisdaire asked with a grin. Brody took anotherlarge gulp of his beer and stared at his roommate, gauging where exactly thisgame was heading. Alisdaire was always trying to get him to play one game orthe other. Whether it was fantasy football, ping pong, or even hide-and-seek,the other man seemed to love having fun and playing games. Brody liked havingfun also, but just not the same way that Alisdaire did. He had fun when heworked with scientific formulas, when he combined chemicals in order todiscover and invent different cures and products. He was an innovator, aninventor, a scientist. Alisdaire was a jock. He didn't know who had come upwith their room assignments, but whoever had, they had a very twisted sense ofhumor."What?" he questioned Alisdaire, narrowing his eyes at themuch larger man. Alisdaire's brown hair was slicked back, away from his face,the thick waves still damp from his bath earlier and Brody found himselfclenching his hands in order to stop himself from running his fingers throughthe gorgeous locks. Oh no, he was not going there. He had no plans of gettingthe shit kicked out of him again. He'd had enough bullying back in high school."I said: Truth or Dare? You're supposed to pick one. You caneither answer truthfully any question of my choosing, offer a truth of your ownthat no one knows about or complete whatever dare I give you," Alisdaireinstructed him.Brody rolled his eyes. "I know how to play Truth or DareAli," he huffed in exasperation. "I'm just trying to figure out why you want toplay it."When Alisdaire merely smiled at him, Brody felt a shiver ofsomething…anticipation, fear, desire…some strong, almost forbidden forebodingtrickled up his spine, teasing the hairs at the back of his neck and flushinghis usually pale skin a burning, bright red color. What the hell was going onwith Alisdaire? Was he flirting with Brody? Why now? The school year was morethan halfway over and while Alisdaire had been a very nice roommate, Brody hadbeen almost certain that the 6'2", tanned, football player would make sure thathe didn't have Brody, the wimpy, 5'6", pale, science geek as his roommate nextyear. From the look in Alisdaire's eyes, however, it almost seemed as if Brodywas wrong in his assumption.Giving himself a mental shake, sure that he was merelyseeing what he wanted to see, he focused in on Alisdaire as he realized thatthe other guy was speaking. What were the chances that Alisdaire was not onlygay, but interested in him? Zero, zilch, nada and he'd do well to rememberthat. Alisdaire was only trying to be nice, because that was the type of guythat he was. That was it. Period. End of story. Class dismissed."…figured we'd just have some fun. We're roommates and we'venever hung out together really. I want to change that. I want to get to knowyou better and I want you to get to know me better. Besides, Truth or Dare isfun and I want to make sure that you know how to actually have fun," Alisdairewas saying as Brody tuned back into their conversation.Brody's spine stiffened and he felt his muscles tighten ashe heard Alisdaire's words. He wanted to make sure that Brody knew how to havefun? Why did people always think that he didn't know how to have fun? If theysaw his collection of sex toys from Adam Male, his dildos from Pleasure Me Now,and his floggers, whips, paddles and restraints from Restraint XXX, they wouldknow that he knew how to have fun when it really counted. He huffed and decidedin that moment that he would play Truth or Dare with Alisdaire and show himthat he knew how to have fun, by winning the dumbass game."Fine, let's play," he growled, tilting his bottle of beerup and finishing off what remained inside.He knew that he and Alisdaire could get in trouble fordrinking in the dorms, especially with them both being only 20, but hell,everyone did it and besides, it wasn't like they were driving. Squaring histhin shoulders, he smiled grimly at his roommate when the taller man whoopedout a cheer that Brody had agreed to play."Alright do you want me to go first or you?" Alisdaireasked, a wide grin splitting his gorgeously tanned face. Brody ignored theclenching in his gut and the desire that caressed his skin and hardened hiscock behind the fabric of his pajama bottoms and picked up the pair of dicethat sat on the nightstand beside his bed."We'll roll and see who gets to pick first. Highest rollwins," he stated. The beer had helped to relax him and not for the first timehe wished that he wasn't such an alcoholic lightweight. He would have enjoyedhaving another beer, but then he would be falling down drunk, pulling off allof his clothes and begging Alisdaire to fuck him…and really, he didn't needthat to happen again.He rolled the dice and grinned when it landed on five. Heknew exactly what he was going to make Alisdaire do, he'd been wanting to seeAlisdaire completely naked for a while, he'd make the football star streak downthe hallway of their floor. That was sure to be satisfactorily humiliating. Hewatched as Alisdaire picked up the dice in his large hand, that was almost thesize of a paw, and rolled it onto the floor between where they both laysprawled. Brody smirked as the toy rolled, confident in his own outcome, beforegasping as the dice stopped and landed on a six. What the hell?"Awesome. I go first. So. Brody," Alisdaire grinned at himlecherously. "Truth or Dare?"Trying to hold back his competitive growl, Brody consideredthe other man, trying to figure out the best course of action. There weredefinitely some truths that he did not want Alisdaire finding out about. Likethe fact that he had a crush on him. That would be horrific and definitelyhazardous to his health. Deciding that Alisdaire was a good guy and wouldn'thumiliate him too bad, not to the degree that Brody had been planning tohumiliate him, for sure, Brody went with the lesser of two evils."Dare."***Alisdaire tried to hold back the grin that tried to slashacross his face, but if Brody's scowl was anything to go by, he failedabysmally. Realizing there was no help for his, he grinned broadly and preparedhis seduction.He'd been in love with Brody for a long time. The beautifulfuture scientist had no idea what he did to Alisdaire every time he smiled ornibbled on his lower lip when he was studying. It was the moments when they layin bed talking, both of them in their pajama bottoms and nothing else(sometimes he'd pull his pants off under the covers and stroke his harderection as he listened to the lyrical tone of Brody's voice, that hadsolidified his feelings for his roommate, however. He'd been flirting with himand trying to seduce him subtly for months, but Brody had been oblivious to histrue intentions, so he'd decided to step matters up a notch and finally getwhat he'd been after for so long.Tonight he was going to fuck Brody so hard that his cock wasgoing to shove every chemical equation out of the other man's head.Shifting on the floor, hoping that Brody hadn't noticed theerection tenting the front of his pants just yet, Alisdaire decided to get theball rolling."Okay then, Bro, I dare you to kiss me," he said with a smugsmile.He watched as Brody's eyes widened and chuckled low in histhroat at the small squeak that escaped the smaller man's throat. He'd expectedthat response. He knew that Brody thought he was straight, hell, everyone did,but he'd come out to his parents when he was fourteen and he hadn't looked backsince. His mother had told him that he would know the man he was supposed to bewith forever when he met him, well, Brody was that man, and Alisdaire wasdetermined to get and keep him."You want me to do what?" Brody asked, his eyes filling withtears.Alisdaire was confused by Brody's reaction and repeatedhimself with an almost hesitant tone. "I said I dare you to kiss me."Alisdaire was shocked speechless when Brody stumbled quicklyto his feet. His body vibrated with emotion and tears streaked down his palecheeks as he glared at Alisdaire."I thought you were a good guy. I thought we were friends. Ican't believe that you would try to set me up this way. That you would try totrick me. I can't believe I ever trusted you," Brody said, his voice tremblingwith sadness.Alisdaire stood quickly to his feet and pulled Brody intohis arms, lowering his head and kissing the smaller man deeply. Brody struggledin his arms for a moment before whimpering and clutching his shoulders andreturning his kiss.Alisdaire felt every cell in his body sigh with relief andhappiness as the taste of Brody washed over his tongue and flooded his senses.Gods, Brody tasted like the beer they'd been drinking, the strawberry cake they'dshared earlier and another deeper, distinct taste that was uniquely him.Alisdaire was instantly addicted to the taste of the scientist and realizingthat truth or dare was obviously not the way to get his man, he pulled thesmaller man to his body tightly with one hand pressed against his back as hisother hand smoothed down the slim back and pushed into the waistband of theother man's pants. He felt Brody stiffen slightly and he almost removed hishand, then the scientist moaned and pressed his ass back against him, he wantedto whoop for joy. Instead he ran his fingers down the crack of his roommate'sass, pressing his fingers lightly against Brody's clenching hole.Releasing Brody's lips from his own, he kissed and nibbledhis way down the other man's chin and neck to his collarbone, where he lickedand bit, sucking gently until he'd given Brody a necklace of hickies. He liftedhis head slightly and looked down, his cock throbbing in his own cotton pants,releasing a bit of moisture from the slit at the head as he looked down at themarks on Brody's flesh. He'd done that, those were his. He'd marked Brody ashis and he wanted everyone to know who the gorgeous scientist belonged to, andnow they would.Pushing down Brody's pajama pants, baring his naked groin tohis face, Alisdaire watched in fascination as Brody's cock, jerked as he staredat it, the tip of the surprisingly large member an angry red color and hewatched as a translucent drop of moisture gathered in the slit and trickleddown the side. No longer able to deny himself from having a taste of the otherman, Alisdaire opened his mouth and sucked down the entire length of Brody'scock in one plunge. He swallowed past the point when his throat attempted togag and took Brody in deeper into his mouth.He felt Brody's hands sink into his hair as the smaller mantrembled and whimpered. Alisdaire looked up and found his gaze ensnared by thebright blue gaze of the gorgeous blond. Grasping both cheeks of Brody's bubblebutt, Alisdaire pulled them apart and pushed them together, running the tip ofhis middle finger over the tight hole with each spread. He moaned as the flavorof Brody exploded on his tongue and he licked under the head of Brody's cock ashe sucked up."G-g-gods Al! I'm gonna- I-I-OH FUCK!" Brody shouted momentsbefore his body tensed and his cock exploded, releasing a torrent of cum intoAlisdaire's mouth.Alisdaire continued to suck, gathering all of the juicesthat he could from Brody's cock until he heard the smaller man whimper, even ashe panted from orgasm. Grabbing Brody's hips, he spun his lover around andpulled him down on the floor, pushing him onto all fours. He slowly releasedthe fluids of Brody's cum, mixed with his own saliva, from his mouth, and downthe crack of Brody's ass, his fingers gathering the fluids and spreading themaround Brody's tight clenching hole and pressing one finger deep inside of him.He heard Brody's gasp and felt his body tremble in response.He'd wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening. Reaching downwith one hand, he gripped the base of his cock firmly and squeezed, staving offhis own orgasm. He didn't want to cum too soon, he wanted this to last a lotlonger. Releasing his cock even as he pushed a second finger deep into Brody'sass he reached over to his nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out acondom. Tearing open the foil wrapper with his teeth, he pressed three fingersof his other hand into Brody's ass, shivering at Brody's whimpers of need anddesire. He had to get into Brody's ass as quickly as possible, before he cameall over their dorm room floor. Twisting his fingers inside of Brody's snugchannel, he grinned as he heard the mewling sound of Brody's cry as he peggedhis prostate."Please Ali. P-p-please. Dear gods, please fuck me. I needyou to fuck me right now. Please Alisdaire!" Brody begged.Pulling his fingers free, Alisdaire rolled the condom downthe length of his cock and reached back into his nightstand for the lube hekept there. Pouring a large amount into his hand, he smoothed it down hiscondom covered cock, before pouring some on his fingers and pressing them backinto Brody's ass. Making sure that his lover was sufficiently stretched andlubed, Alisdaire pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of the smallerman's ass before pushing in gently. He groaned as the tight muscles clenchedand squeezed his aching erection as he pressed in deeper.Twin groans of pleasure filled the room as Alisdairebottomed out inside of Brody's ass, pausing and allowing them both anopportunity to savor the feeling of being connected and to allow Brody time toadjust to his size. He smoothed his hands down over Brody's back, feeling themuscles relax and he pulled his hips back until only the head of his dickremained, before pushing back in slowly. He wrapped one arm around Brody'swaist and the other around his chest, clutching his left shoulder as he beganto thrust in hard and deep."Fuck me harder Ali," Brody pleaded with him and Alisdairegroaned before giving his man exactly what he'd asked for.Thrusting his cock in deeper and harder, Alisdaire was fullyaware that they would both have bruises on their knees from fucking on thefloor but he didn't care at that moment. The snug feeling of Brody's ass,grasping his cock tightly as if to keep him buried inside and never let him go,was frying his brain and he knew that he wasn't going to last long. He'd wantedthis too bad and for too long for him to have any type of stamina at all.Aware that he was about to cum deep inside of his lover'sass, Alisdaire pulled Brody up against his chest as he continued to fuck him,the angle helping him to peg Brody's bundle of nerves with each thrust anddropped his hand down to grasp his cock. He stroked Brody's cock in time withthe snapping of his hips and the rhythm of each and every plunge into the otherman's ass and heard the keening cry of Brody's voice as his seed spurted allover Alisdaire's hand.Feeling Brody's ass clenching on his cock as the other manorgasmed was just too much for him and Alisdaire bit Brody's shoulder hard,just this side of breaking skin before he tossed back his head and groanedloudly as he pumped the condom full of his see. His body shook, his eyesightgrew hazy as the most explosive orgasm of his life overtook all of his senses.It was some time later before he lifted his head andrealized that he was face down on top of Brody. Afraid of hurting the muchsmaller man, Alisdaire gently pulled his now softened cock out of Brody's ass,both men groaning as he did so and pulled off the condom, before tying it andtossing it in the trash next to his nightstand. Looking down at the sleepy butcompletely satisfied smile on Brody's face, Alisdaire picked up the smallerman, he felt like a sack of feathers, and put him in Alisdaire's bed. Grabbinga couple of bleach wipes, he cleaned the floor of Brody's spunk and then hegrabbed a few baby wipes and wiped off Brody's ass, stomach, thighs and chest,chuckling when the sleepy man moaned and pushed his hands away.Satisfied that he'd cleaned up and taken care of his man,Alisdaire pulled back the covers and climbed into bed next to Brody, pullingthe other man into his arms, grinning like a lovesick fool when the scientistsighed happily and snuggled closer to him.He'd just begun to doze off when he heard Brody's voice."Alisdaire?" he asked, his voice still sleepy."Yeah?" Alisdaire replied, wondering what the other manpossibly had to ask him that couldn't wait until morning."It's my turn. Truth or Dare?" Brody teased and Alisdairegrinned."Truth," he answered."Why did you decide to do this now? Today?" Brody's voicesounded both stunned and confused."Because I love you and I decided that it was time for me toshow you just how much," Alisdaire stated firmly. He heard Brody's gasp andknew what the other man was going to ask him."Y-y-you love me?" Brody asked, not noticing that Alisdaire'smouth had moved along with his own as he'd asked the question."Very much so," Alisdaire replied.The room grew silent again and then just before he tumbledinto sleep Alisdaire heard Brody's whispered reply."I love you too."Yep, he knew that they'd be playing Truth or Dare again. Asa matter of fact, maybe they'd get some of their friends involved and see whathappened.

I absolutely love getting ideas for a new book or a new series and drafting out what the character looks like, how they talk, what they like to wear, their family history. I will admit that I have a bit of a "Creator/God" complex, which is why I so enjoy playing Sims 3.

However, when I write a book or series involving other species, extraterrestrial, scifi stuff there's a lot more involved in world building than just height, weight, hair color and skin tone.

So, with me doing the outlining and world building for a new series of mine called: The Trapezianswhich is a definite change to what I've written before (one alien shifter with four mates), I thought that I'd share with you Vick-sters what's behind world building and for those of you attending GRL, letting you see beforehand what to expect when I show up to New Mexico because I will have three very special books. One will be Trapezian Laws, Cultures & Mating, the other will be Galaxy Planetary Alliance 101, and the last will be Mating Song & Other Elven Rites.


So this is the sheet that I work off of when I have to do intense world-building (ex. for The Trapezians):

World Building for Series
Series Title: The TrapeziansPlanet: Oronebuli
Planet LawsPlanet CustomsSpecies Characteristics (Similar Personality Traits)Physical CharacteristicsTalents, gifts, powers (common)Species' EnemiesSpecies' AlliesMating CustomsGoverning Body/CustomsGeography of PlanetCountries, cities, towns, etc on planetTransportation/TravelLight Years from EarthGalaxy LocationPlanetary Language (Similar to what Earth language)Money (conversion available)Jobs (what is in more demand, what isn't needed, education requirements and salary)Class SystemEducationPlanet's Resources & GoodsAnimals on PlanetJustice System & Punishment (Sentencing) for CriminalsFeelings on Slavery, Racism (are there different races/colors?), Gays, Transgenders, Women, Child Labor, Pornography, etc.InsuranceMedical Aid/Assistance/CareReligionsHomes, NeighborhoodsPlanet History (Wars, discovery, freedom, revolution)Pictures/IllustrationsMonarchy, Democracy, Theocracy, Dictatorship?Planet's Most Notable FiguresPlanet's Entertainment Resources (Music, Movies, Books, Art, Sports)Popular Fashion (Comparable to what Earth fashion?)Planet's Flags, Crest, Song (Is this separated by countries?)
Now you all know what goes into world building (for me) when it comes to new series that are scifi, futuristic features. It's a wonderful tool and I have so much fun with it.
Again, that may be my whole fascination with the Creator/God complex thing. LOL.

-Vicktor Alexander

Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my novel: Daddy's Boy.And your warning: While this particular excerpt is not as dark and gritty as the rest of the book, this book is not for the faint of heart. This book deals with abuse, rape, prostitution, transgenderism, single parenting, sex slave trade, homosexuality, rent-boys, sex-for-pay, gold-diggers, paid companionship, men in the closet, men who cheat on their wives (adultery) and AIDS. I decided to break down barriers and cross lines....this book is truth in its grittiest of forms, but don't worry romance, sex and a delightful happily-ever-after still await you at the end, but expect to have some war wounds by the time you finish, because the characters sure will.If you're still interested then please read on.......-Vicktor Alexander

Daddy's BoyThe sound of the multi-colored Venetian vase colliding with my white tiled floor caused every nerve in my body to jump.  More than just my body jumped at the sound, my heart leapt into my throat and I raced forward into my living room, falling to my knees, my hands reaching out desperately to grasp the sharp, jagged pieces of the priceless item.  I ignored the painful slices of the glass as the broken glass cut into my skin, I cared only for the remnants of this souvenir that reminded me so much of Jack.Jack.  My breath caught in my throat.  My eyes burned with unshed tears and I inhaled shakily.  What the hell was I going to do without Jack?  I needed him.  More than I needed my next breath.  More than I needed to sleep or eat or do anything, I needed Jack.  I lowered my head, forcing back the tears, biting down on the inside of my cheek hard, the coppery taste of my own blood having no effect on my current state of mind.  I had to get up.  I had to get moving.  I absolutely had to go to this party tonight.  It wasn't optional for me.  It wasn't a suggestion.  It was a fucking requirement.  A need.  It was a goddamn law as far as I was concerned.  Jack had left me nothing.  My life ended the day I found out that he wouldn't return to me again.  I had to go to this party and keep my life moving.  I had to keep my head above water somehow.  Jack wasn't there to keep me lifted, so I had to lift my own damn head above this raging tide of bullshit.With a sigh of frustration, I sat back on my heels before lifting myself gracefully to my feet.  I couldn't even take pleasure in the knowledge that my dance and stripper classes had paid off so well.  I couldn't care about those things.  I had to get ready.  I had to make myself beautiful.  I didn't have much time.  I had to go and I had to go now.I turned towards my kitchen, passing by all of the remaining knickknacks, treasures, expensive pieces of pure white furniture that lay professionally and artistically sprawled about my loft apartment.  I cared not about the rare paintings by Van Gogh or the priceless editions of works by Shakespeare or Chaucer.  These things were priceless, yes.  I was well aware of their monetary value.  I had catalogued each piece when Jack was still with me, but now?  Now they were only harsh memories and glaring reminders of what I was no longer in possession of.  They were priceless for a totally different reason now and I had to make sure that they were well-cared for, because if tonight didn't go well…I gave myself a firm mental shake.  I wouldn't even allow myself to go there.  Failure wasn't an option for me.  I would be successful tonight.  I didn't have a choice.Having thrown away and cleaned up the broken pieces of the 2.5 million dollar vase, the cost of that one item punching me in the stomach like a hard fist, something I was extremely familiar with, I made my way upstairs to my master bathroom.  My feet were silent as I walked across the soft white carpet.  Usually I would be curling my toes into the thick, white carpet, a huge grin of delight on my face, happiness filling my being as I gloried in the sensation of the fiber beneath my feet, but there was no smile this evening.  Ice flowed through my veins.  My hands shook as I lifted my black eyeliner to the lid of my right eye and attempted to draw a straight line.I was nervous and I hadn't been nervous in years.  I was scared and fear was an emotion that I had long since choked the life out of and cast out of my entire existence.  The presence of these two emotions was daunting, unnerving and made me even more determined to make sure that tonight was a success.  I straightened my shoulders and exhaled, my eyes closing briefly as I centered myself.  Reigning in my runaway emotions and capturing every fucking butterfly that flapped its disgusting wings in my belly, I silently began chanting my mantra as I finished putting on my eyeliner and gloss, before returning to my bedroom to change.I am beauty.  Beauty is me.  None can resist beauty and none can truly afford it.  But beauty can be earned through persistence and courage and a nice, fat wallet.  I chuckled silently as I remembered Jack's expression of shock and then amusement the first time he'd heard me utter that mantra.  He hadn't asked me questions, but I knew that I had to only utter those words to myself from then on.Jack.  There it was again.  That same sickening feeling of dread filling my stomach with butterflies and my throat with nausea, causing my head to swim and my hands to shake.  I had to stop thinking of him, had to push Jack as far away from my mind as I possibly could if I planned on making tonight a success.  I had to focus on the goal, the finish line, the reason I was going out five days after Jack's funeral.  A funeral that I wasn't even allowed to attend.  This was a strategic move on my part.  But then again, everything had been a strategic move on my part, since the day that I turned seventeen.I put one hand against my front door and put the other hand to my mouth, not recalling how I'd come to be back downstairs, completely dressed in a black button down shirt, white suit, slim white tie and black Italian loafers, trimmed in gold.  Shoes that Jack had bought me.  The last thing that he'd ever bought me.  I inhaled deeply and forced back the nausea that threatened to overwhelm me and bring me to my knees.  I blinked back the unshed tears and reached for my trusty emotional guard.  I would need it this night.With another deep inhale I picked up my wallet, apartment keys, car keys, gate access card, elevator key, and most important, a few condoms.  I had to make sure that I was prepared.  Prepared for any scenario, any play, any eventuality.  I walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me and stepped towards the elevator.  I bit my lower lip nervously as my mind flashed with images of every possible occurrence, each one filling me with fear, hope, excitement and worst of all…shame.What the hell was that about?Stepping out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened into the lobby I walked slowly, seductively, purposefully towards the front entrance, nodding at all of those who said my name, hoping that they didn't notice the fluttering of my pulse in my neck, nor the light sheen of sweat on my forehead.  When no one stopped me before I stepped out of the door, I knew then that Jack had been write about something else…again.Jack had told me about faking confidence in front of people, about having the right shield up with different people.  Some needed the shield to keep them from prying in your life to gossip about you.  Some needed the shield to keep them from using the information that they gleaned against you.  But it was those last people, those horrible people that had so fully filled both him and Jack with an inexplicable surge of fear.  They were the people that you needed to have not only a shield against them but a moat, drawbridge and a fucking dragon, because they were the type of people who actually cared about you and what happened to you.I didn't need people in my life like that when Jack was still alive and I certainly didn't need that type of person in my life now.  No, I had a plan.  I had a goal and nothing was going to stop me from meeting that goal.  Nothing.  It was how I got Jack, how I was so successful in every, single one of my previous goals and why I knew that my goal for tonight was going to go off without a hitch.I smiled slightly at the doorman who watched me closely.  David Rush had never liked me.  He'd spent a fair amount of time telling me that I didn't deserve Jack and that I was really just a gold digger.  The glares and condescending attitude was getting quite old and though I'd deny it even under threat of torture, it was all starting to hurt some small part of my heart, probably the only part that still existed, and it was making me angry and as if I wanted to cry.  Like failing, crying was also not an option."And how are you this evening Mr. Simpston?" David asked, not expecting a response from me, though he knew that I would give him one anyway.  David may hate me, but I hated him just as much.I just nodded in answer, noticing the sneer that came to David's face moments before he responded again."It's such a horrible thing that happened to Mr. Binzington.  Isn't it?  Have you decided if you're going to stay here or move yet Mr. Simpston?" the doorman asked in a low voice and seeing that my taxicab was pulling around the corner, I squared my shoulders and hid my trembling hands into my pants pockets.  David would see my shaking hands as a sign of guilt, shame and fear.  He would only be a third correct.  I was fearful but not for the reason that he was thinking.  I was only fearful because of the unknown factors of the evening.  It was something that I would overcome.  Eventually.  I fiddled with the money in my pocket.  It was going to be $26.13 for me to take the cab to the home where the party was being held.  Giving a tip wasn't necessary and in my case, it wasn't my best option, nor even worthy of consideration, so I wouldn't be giving one.Stepping towards the awaiting cab I gave David a politely false smile and said, "I'm not going anywhere David.  I cared for Mr. Binzington, but I won't have you trying to run me off because of it."  With those words stated in a huff, I climbed into my red Ferrari and headed off towards the party.Toward my date with destiny.Toward the night that changed my life forever.