Gay Contemporary and Paranormal Romance

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Wednesday Briefs #21 The Hollow: Soul Seekers


Copyright 2014 JC Wallace

 
Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the links at the end to visit the other flashers.

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Around eleven-forty five, Levi pulled into the parking lot located a short distance from Champlain Hall where Dr. Winston’s office was located. He was a little sweatier and a little shakier but he’d made it. Being back on the campus stirred feelings he hadn’t expected, least of them longinglonging to return to a semi-normal life, to live without the fear, to be a student who only cared about getting classes out of the way to have fun and freedom.

Levi gripped the door handle firmly and entered Champlain Hall as if he belonged there, like any student, not a drop out. Taking the stairs to the third floor, he passed the occasional student and wondered if he would run into any one he’d known but no one stood out to him.

Again, he questioned why he’d come. What was waiting for him behind that office door? Steeling his spine and locking his knees, Levi knocked gently, almost hoping the professor didn’t answer. Unfortunately, she did.

“Levi, so good to see you,” Dr. Winston said, wrapping Levi in a sustained hug that took him back a bit.

“Hi,” Levi said hesitantly, following Dr. Winston into his office.

Dr. Winston was an older woman, possibly in her early fifties. Shoulder length mousy ash brown hair, with a limp curl, amber eyes, a little hippy on the bottom but quite slim on the top. As usual, she wore a long flowing multi-colored skirt. A heavy beaded necklace made with what looked to be handmade glass beads in teals and a gold flaming sun pendant bounced about her bosom. Never one for discreet jewelry, her matching earrings were long and large. All matched her personality: large, gregarious, expressive.

“Sit please,” Dr. Winston said, motioning to a chair near her desk.

Nothing had changed in the office since Levi had visited a few weeks before leaving college for good. It was a large space where tall bookcases lined three of the walls and were filled to capacity with booksnew and oldidols of deities from dozens of religions, totems, ancient representations of myths, mystical creatures and dozens of jars and ornate containers. On the walls were paintings, many of mythological figures along with some woven tapestries with strange sigils. Dr. Winston wasn’t just a professor of philosophy and ethics but also presented classes on Greek and Roman mythology, folktales, ancient cultures, even the occult, among a few others. Her office was the least boring place on campus.

Dr. Winston sat in her plush desk chair and swiveled toward Levi. Her usual wide smile was painted on her face, her hands relaxed in her lap. Levi played with the zipper on his fleece jacket, begging off the intense need to flee.

“It’s so nice to see you in person again, Levi. Chatting on Facebook is just not the same as good ole face-to-face contact. Don’t you agree?” The words seemed to bounce as they fell from her mouth.

Levi nodded. The knot in his stomach was tightening.

“You left school so abruptly and I know you said it was for health issues. You look well. How’re you feeling?”

Like at any minute I’ll be jumping off the edge of insanity.

Good. I’m doing good. Taking classes at North Country this semester so that’s good.” The word good took on an air of falseness with its repetition.

“I’m so glad to hear it. I was upset when you let school. You’re a smart guy. So, did you come here alone today?”

Levi tried not to frown. “Yes.” It sounded more like a question than an affirmation.

Levi pulled at the bottom of his jacket, adjusting the hem and smoothing it in a nervous fashion, wishing Dr. Winston would get around to talking about the man in black.

“You live with your parents, don’t you?” Her smile faded a bit and her countenance took on an edge of seriousness.

“Yes, my mom and dad,” he confirmed. “And my older brother Logan.” And a tank full of tropical fish but what does that have to do with the man in black.

Dr. Winston nodded, regarding Levi intently. “What about a guardian”

Levi didn’t suppress his frown this time.  Hadn’t Dr. Winston asked him this question last fall? He answered as if she hadn’t. “A guardian? Isn’t that someone who legally acts like a parent?

“Sometimes, in general terms, yes,” Dr. Winston said, tilting her head to one side. Her earring swung about her neck mesmerizing Levi. “Do you have any relatives you are really close to or maybe a family friend who helps you out?”

Levi raised his eyebrows not even remotely understanding the gist of this conversation and sighed. “Logan and I are pretty close.” Or were. “Other than that, no.”

“And is Logan older than you?”

“By two years.”

Dr. Winston shook her head in a frustrated way. “Too young,” she muttered.

“Too young for what?” Levi asked.

Dr. Winston sat back in her chair, and tapped the fingertips of her right hand against her peachy lips, rocking in short side-to-side bursts in the chair. Silently, she looked off somewhere beyond the walls of her office, deep in thought.

Levi shifted in the chair, his annoyance and impatience growing. “Listen, your message said something about a man following me. What was that all about?” Levi wasn’t going to acknowledge the man until he heard what Dr. Winston knew of him. “I also wanted to get a copy of an article. Y you know the one about senz’anima. Do you remember that from class?”

Dr. Winston halted her chair and her face took on a sharp expression of surprise. “Why would you need that?”

Levi shrugged, trying to seem unaffected by his intense need. “I liked it and wanted to read it again.”

After a pause, Dr. Winston sat forward again with a new vigor. “Levi, I need to tell you some things that may sound, well a little crazy. I need you to keep an open mind. Do you think you can do that?”
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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Welcome Rhiannon Wellman to the Blog!

Welcome, Riannon Wellman! Riannon vistis today to talk about one of the stories she is currently working on.

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Book Name
Word Count Day 1
Word Count Today
Difference
Moon Bound
0
941
941
A Dirty Weekend
333
1483
1135
Writers Block
178
548
370
Out of Uniform and into Love
4504
4614
110

 Published or Bust!! Day 14.

Today I'm going to tell you a little about one of the stories I'm attempting to get written this month. We've already talked about A Dirty Weekend, so today I've picked 'Out of Uniform and into Love'.
This story came about purely because I can't resist a man in uniform. I mean who can right! They're all tight in the right places….. Sorry, got distracted a bit there. :D
Anyway, I wanted a story that focused on the love story and the fact they were in the military was secondary to it. So I needed to get my men alone. Harry and Sebastian are the best of friends, since the day they met at basic training. But a weekend alone with a bottle or two of whiskey, well confessions are bound to come out. Where they lead to… Well you'll just have to find out.
Harry and Sabastian finally got to the end of the cue in the mess hall and grabbed there meal, they found an empty table. Sabastian started to inhale his meal almost as soon as his butt touched the chair.
"Can you even taste what you're eating?" Harry asked amused.
"Sometimes it's better that I can't taste it." Sabastian grimaced.
"Never were truer words spoken my friend." Harry laughed.
"I know that look, what are you planning?"
Harry did his best to look innocent. "Nothing."
"You can't lie for shit. What's going on?"
"What are you planning for your shore leave next week? Harry asked slyly.
"Why? What did you have in mind?" Sebastian was suspicious, He'd knew Harry better than he knew himself or so it felt like sometimes. He knew when Harry was planning something.
"Well I thought, as we have two weeks off we could take a week of it and go camping. We'd get to see more of Spain than the base and the embassy."
Sebastian had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. "Where did you have in mind?"
"There's some woods not far away. We can get all the camping equipment from stores and pick up some food from the shops. Come on it will be fun."
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at the pleading in Harry's voice. "Wow you must be really desperate to get away from here coming up with this."
Harry shrugged. "Are you in or not?"
"Are you going to go on your own if I say no?" He asked knowingly.
"Would I do that?" Harry's lips twitched as if he was trying not to smile.
"Yes, yes you would. Fine I'll come."

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"Remind me why we're doing this again?"

 "Harry, would you just shut up. This was your damn idea not mine."
 "Are you sure?"
Sebastian could hear in the tone of Harry's voice that he knew damn well that this had all been his idea. "I'm positive. I remember the conversation clearly. You said. 'We have two weeks leave why don't we go camping together.' And I'm almost sure the words, 'it will be fun' were in there too."
 "We'll its better than staying on base for two weeks. You know what the NCO's are like. They'd have us doing stuff when we could be sleeping in or relaxing."
 "Right and sitting in a tiny tent in the rain is sooo much better." Sabastian said sarcastically.
 "How was I supposed to know it was going to rain? It's barely rained in all the time we've been here. At least it didn't start until tonight. It could have been worse at least the tent was up, and we have plenty of food and the stove in the porch."
 
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I'd love to know what you think of the beginning of this story. I'm having a lot of fun with it.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Wednesday Briefs #20 The Hollow: Soul Seekers

Copyright 2014 JC Wallace

Before we get to the weekly flash, I have news! My previous flash story, Diventando: The Vessel is now available as an eBook from Amber Allure! Get it here.

Now onto the flashing! Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the links at the end to visit the other flashers.

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Levi tossed and turned most of the night. The dark eyed man, his touch, the crushing pressure in his presence. Was it even in the realm of possibility that another person could create such a mind-crushing, physical reaction in Levi’s body because to say it aloud was just…crazy. No. His mind was playing tricks on him in his assent into madness and he was grasping at explanations based in reality. So why had the man touched Levi? Strangers rarely go around touching each other. Well, Levi had been crying out in pain. Maybe he’d been trying to help. But Levi couldn’t forget the surge of energy – bone crushing electricity – that had rushed through his being when that dark-haired harbinger of death had laid a hand on Levi. Coincidence? If so, it was a scary, unbelievable coincidence.
And what about the woman’s reaction in the store? Now that was beyond scary. It was as if her aged eyes had looked straight through to Levi’s soul.
‘Hollow. Empty. Unfeeling.’
“Not even human,” Levi said aloud to the darkness. “Senz’anima.”
Those words rang with familiarity in his ears. Italian. How did he know that? And where had he heard them before? School? Yes. But where? In class. Dr. Winston’s Philosophy 101. An article they had discussed in class, what was it about? He threw the covers off, switching the light on. In his closet, he pulled out boxes that Logan had packed away from his dorm at Plattsburgh State. Levi hadn’t even been able to return to get his belongings so Logan and Melissa had made the trek to retrieve his stuff.
Sifting through the boxes of books, notebooks and papers, Levi knew what he was looking for, if only he could lay his hands on it. His philosophy folder and his philosophy book didn’t hold the answer. His notebook. He sifted through the pages of handwritten notes. At first, the pages were filled with extensive writing for each class he’d attended, each dated. As he flipped further, the dates became farther between. Classes he’d missed. The sections of notes getting shorter, spoke of the anxiety and panic following him into the classroom, becoming his sole focus.
Scanning his notes, he turned page after page. That word was there he knew it but when had it been discussed in class. Then it caught his eye, on top of the page dated October twenty-fifth, in between doodles of some strange symbols he had no recollection of drawing.
Senz’anima - soulless.
Nothing else was on the page. He flipped page after page but nothing else was written about the word. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the content from the article but the word was all he could see.
He frowned. Why would that old woman call him that?
Levi rose with the notebook and grabbed his laptop, taking them both to his bed. Sitting back against his pillow, he typed the Italian word into the search engine adding the quotes. The search results were in Italian. Opening another window, Levi pulled up Google Translator and with the translated page, he searched the short synopsis under each search result. One was a chapter of a fiction book, another about vampires, a question pertaining to the soul-stealing Dementors in the Harry Potter novels, a Facebook page mentioning the words, another proclaiming the Euro as soulless money. Levi had to chuckle at how the word soul was attributed to so many different subjects, but nothing he saw recalled the article his teacher had passed out and discussed.
Switching to the English translation, he typed “soulless” into the search engine. First, a definition of “soulless” from a dictionary, a Victorian romance with the same name, a band in Cleveland Ohio, a computer game, more books. Back to the definition. 1. A person lacking sensitivity or humanizing qualities. 2. Lacking facility for deep feeling. 3. Heartless; mechanical.
Damn, if that didn’t speak directly to the very essence of who Levi was except, maybe the part about lacking humanizing qualities. Maybe the old woman was empathic or something and had sensed the emptiness, the lack of emotion in Levi. This didn’t make him soulless and did little to reassure him of the woman’s intent.
Levi typed “soulless person” into the search engine. A word in the title of the first website smacked against him.
Psychopath.
He let out a nervous laugh to ease the tension inside but what if…? No way. Yet, after what he’d felt toward Noah, a savage raging primal anger laced with the covetous desire to own him and destroy him all at the same time, definitely sounded like a psychopath.
A notification box popped up on his computer screen. A Facebook message from Dr. Winston? It wasn’t odd that she’d sent Levi a message since they chatted online often. What was odd was the timing.
Levi clicked on the box and the message opened. Levi gasped covering his mouth with a shaky hand.
“I know about the man who is following you. Come to my office at noon tomorrow. It’s urgent."
 
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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Welcome Max Vos on the GRL Dirty Dozen Blog Tour!

 
 
Welcome to the blog Max Vos on the GRL Dirty Dozen Blog Tour. We are a group of authors who are going to GRL as Supporting Authors. We all got together and came up with questions we all will answer on the tour. Here are Max's answers.
 
TM ~ What inspires you most when you are writing?
It can be just about anything. Once it was a guy on a motorcycle.
 
Tempeste ~ What brought you to write m/m? What keeps you writing in this genre?
After retiring, I was bored and started reading. Then a friend suggested I try writing.
 
Carter ~ Of all the characters you've written, who is your favorite and why?
I think my favorite is Johnny Milloway from My Hero. He is just so basic and down to earth.
 
LE ~ Many of us have pen names that we use and there are an infinite number of ways and reasons behind them, but I doubt many of them reflect the names we wish we’d been born with.  If you could micro-manage the ultimate do-over, what birth name do you want? What nickname?
Actually, I’m quite happy with the name I have. I don’t really care what you call me as long as you call me for dinner.
 
Morticia ~ Name one unusual fact about yourself that you think your readers would be surprised to learn.
My major in college was classical music.
 
Rafe Haze:  "What do you do that most injurs the progress of your writing, and why do you do it?"
Playing outside. I do it because I can!
         
Jeff ~ If you had to trade writing for another creative pursuit, what would it be?
Since this is my second career, I think I already did that. I was a chef, now I write.
 
Max ~ In one sentence, write the beginning of a sex scene using some kind of food. Think of it as your hook.
“You are one hot tamale, Juan but I think I’d prefer you a little spicier,” Jethro said holding up a bottle of hot sauce, his eyebrows wagging mischievously.
 
Wade ~ Name one of your favorite characters of all time that someone else wrote. Can be M/M or any genre.
Has to be Mammy from Gone With the Wind.
 
JC ~ If you could be one of your characters, who would you be and why?
Hawk, from Hawk –n- Harley. He’s just a butch badass biker dude.
 
Diana ~ How many versions of a book do you usually write before you arrive at ‘the one’, and how does your editor impact that?
I only write one version. The editor has to deal with it.
 
Ethan ~ If you came with a warning label, what would it be?
WARNING: He bites!
 
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Enter the Giveaway:
TM ~ ebook copy, winners choice and a signed rack card.
Tempeste ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Ethan ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Morticia ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Jeff ~ ebook copy of Hat Trick
Wade ~ ebook copy, winners choice
JC ~ 1 winner ebook copies of all 3 JCW books
Carter ~ ebook copy, winners choice
Max ~ ebook copy, winners choice

 

 
Date ~ Author                                is Hosting Author
Sept 1 ~ Max.Vos                              Carter Quinn
Sept 4 ~ diana.copland                       TM Smith
Sept 7 ~  JC Wallace                          Max Vos
Sept 10 ~  Jeff Adams                        Diana Copland
Sept 12 ~  le.franks                             JC Wallace
Sept 15 ~  Ethanstone                          Jeff Adams
Sept 18 ~  writerwadekelly                  LE Franks
Sept 21 ~  Morticia Knight                   Ethan Stone
Sept 23 ~  tempeste.oriley                   Wade Kelly
Sept 25 ~  rafehaze                             Morticia Knight
Sept 28 ~ Carter Quinn                       Tempeste O’Riley
Sept 30 ~ TM Smith                            Rafe Haze
 


Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing. ‘Cooking English’, a short story, was his first published work, and since then Ravenous Romance have published five more of his short stories. His first novel, P.O.W. was released October, 2013 with MLR Press. His second novel, My Hero was a best seller and has just been recently been released in French.

You will find everything in a Max Vos story. He can go from sweet and sexy, even raunchy, to powerful, raw and gritty—something for all tastes.

Max has recently authored a free novella for Goodreads “Love Has No Boundaries”, which can be downloaded here.  http://www.mmromancegroup.com/?p=10937?age-verified=37d93de2be

Max’s latest book ‘My Hero’ was just released on All Romance eBooks and Amazon.




You can keep up with him by reading his weekly blog posts here: http://max-vos.blogspot.com/  and on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/max.vos.393