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Andreas is a wealthy young man, scion of a noble family, but frustrated by his father’s demands for more acceptable behavior. Out with his friends for a night on the town he is shocked when they are attacked by a vampire. His friends are killed, but he is taken by the vampire to become his new plaything. Forced to kill to survive, all Andreas wants now is revenge on the creature who turned him. Meeting up with another vampire, Valente, Andreas finds salvation of a kind, but is still haunted by his desire for revenge.
November 14, 2012
Today’s 25% excerpt – where I post an excerpt beginning at the quarter point in one of my stories – is from ZIMAYA HEIGHTS, an action/adventure fantasy novella. Hope you enjoy this dip into a foreign jungle:)
Four hours later, the boat chugged toward the shore. It was fighting a fast current, and even its powerful engine whined in protest. The Maia split at this spot, the main channel going south and a minor tributary going east. As Gant and Will were going east, it would seem ideal to continue on that channel. However, the eastern tributary was not navigable due to the increasing current as the river pounded over rocks as it fell toward a waterfall.
Gant and Will quickly clambered over the side to the safety of the shore, and the boat’s crew tossed their belongings after them, before the boat pulled away and moved clear of the rough current and out into the wide, safe channel heading south.
Gant collected the two packs and handed one to Will, who huffed as he got the heavy pack onto his back, making sure the straps across his chest were securely fastened.
Gant shouldered his own pack and then unrolled the third bundle from which he removed two leather belts, strapping one around his waist. On one hip there was a scabbard containing a khaira, the long, wickedly sharp, wide-bladed knife; on the other hip there was a holster in which there was a small pistrala. He also took out a long barreled pistrala, commonly known as a rala and fitted the two halves together. Next, he turned to check on Will, reaching to make sure his straps were fastened properly.
“I know how to secure it,” Will said, twisting away from Gant.
Gant raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. I just wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable.”
Will sighed. “Sorry, just nervous I guess.” How could he tell Gant that he was afraid if the man touched him again he might just touch back? He had been so tempted in the early hours of the morning when he had awoken to find himself spooned up behind Gant, his groin pressed up against Gant’s ass. It had taken all his willpower to edge away when all he wanted was to press closer. Will was indeed nervous, but not of the trip they were embarking on, rather of the increasing temptation Gant was becoming.
“Not to worry,” Gant replied, “You’ll be fine.”
“Sure.” Will lifted his eyes and met Gant’s serious gaze. “Yes I will,” he added firmly. “Pass me the belt.”
Gant did as he asked. Will fastened the belt, settling it comfortably about his waist, and then he removed the khaira, studying the jungle blade, noting it was a little shorter than the style his father preferred. Will had never used one in the wild, but his father had shown him precisely how best to wield it for the most efficient clearance of the heavy foliage. The uninitiated tended to swing widely, exhausting the user to no better effect than a measured strike.
Then he saw Gant looping a strap over one shoulder. “Do I only see one rala?” Will asked.
“Yes. You’ve got enough to carry without one of those as well, and I know you’re accurate with a short pistrala.”
Will didn’t look too happy, but all he said was, “I see. Lead the way then.”
Walking steadily behind Gant as he moved away from the river and into the jungle, Will watched how the man rarely used the khaira, and when he did he made very economical movements, just as Will had expected.
Of course, they were only beginning to venture in the jungle proper, and though it was already hot and humid Will knew it would get worse. Will decided thinking about that wasn’t going to help; he was going to experience it for real soon enough. It was more constructive to watch Gant, Will decided. Watching Gant’s easy grace was no hardship for Will; he was so caught up in following the man’s hypnotic movement that he almost missed it when Gant suddenly halted. Will stopped only inches behind him.
“What is it?” Will asked, having enough sense to keep his voice low.
Gant put a finger over his own mouth, indicating that Will should be quiet. At the same time, he slowly unhooked the long rala from his shoulder, but he didn’t cock the weapon yet. Gant was clearly listening, and Will copied him, also scanning the surrounding area to try and discover what Gant might have heard. It was difficult to see very much, the jungle wasn’t as thick here as it was farther on, but though the canopy was higher it also made the light very muted. Will’s hand hovered over his pistrala holster.
Then, Will heard it, a slight rustling sound, faint and perhaps moving away. He glanced at Gant and found the man watching him. Will nodded, trying to indicate that he had heard something, and then he frowned to admit he wasn’t sure what he’d heard.
Gant smiled. After another minute or so, he said quietly. “It was an animal, too far away to be sure exactly what, but it wasn’t one of the big felids. One of the larger mammals to be sure.”
They moved on again, Gant going a little slower. The farther into the area they moved, the more uncomfortable Will felt. The temperature was rising, as was the humidity. Moisture dripped from the Jumaira trees surrounding them, the water collecting in the large, flat leaves until the weight of it bent the leaves downward and it poured out in a constant trickle.
It seemed as if even the air was getting thicker. Will was breathing heavier with each step now, and he wished that Gant would call a halt. However, he was determined not to ask. He didn’t want Gant to think less of him because of his lack of skill.
As if reading his mind, Gant said, “I know you’re finding it hard, but we’ll stop soon.”
“Stop where?” Will asked, with a distinct wheeze. “There is hardly room to turn round in here.”
“True, but the canopy is opening up just ahead,” Gant gestured to prove his point. “We should be able to make camp there.”
“But it’s still light. We could go on for a little longer,” Will said.
“I could, Will, but this is enough for you on your first day.”
Interrupting, Gant reminded Will, “You agreed to follow my direction, Will. I said it is enough, and it is.”
Will acquiesced. The truth was he was exhausted and desperate for a drink. He wanted nothing more than to collapse where he stood.
Gant was true to his word, and in less than ten minutes, they emerged from the heavy undergrowth into a small clearing where the creepers, myriad wild flowers and other jungle growth had a good hold. At the center of the clearing was a rough hillock that was a little less overgrown. Both men were relieved to drop their packs. The area was rocky, and Will was curious at the sudden change in their surroundings.
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August 20, 2012
Trevor is shocked to find that there has been a break-in at his apartment. Some valuables are missing, but even more devastating for Trevor is items of little monetary value but which mean the world to Trevor have been damaged. Trevor finds it hard to cope with what has happened and if it wasn’t for the support of his friend, Eric, he doesn’t know what he would do. Thanks to the break-in, and Eric, Trevor learns which of his possessions he truly treasures.
Trevor didn’t think he’d ever be able to move. If he moved he would somehow give credence to the scene before him. If he could stand still, stop the next second from happening, it wouldn’t be real. His books wouldn’t be scattered like so many dry leaves around the room, some torn and split with twisted spines and pages fluttering by the inexorable passage of time. The long treasured pair of photographs of his parents wouldn’t be ripped in two, lying among broken fragments of glass and wood, intermingling with the torn scraps of more recent photographs of his close friends, the nearest thing to a family he had left.
He looked in disgust at the broken pieces of centuries old pottery, not particularly valuable except as links to memories of the good times in his life. Why had the thief had to destroy what they didn’t want to take?
Suddenly he was moving, running, heart pounding in his chest.
“Trevor, Trevor what is it?” Eric’s voice followed him, but he could not speak.
He rushed into his bedroom and made straight for his bedside table. It wasn’t there. He looked, really looked for the first time at the bedroom. His clothes were strewn everywhere, some slashed or ripped. All the drawers were pulled open and the contents were disturbed and stuff had been yanked out and dumped. His closet door was wide open and his clothes either shoved to one side or piled on the floor among his shoes and other clutter. The shelf above had been cleared and open boxes, files and bags were strewn over the bed and floor. Again there were books and a few small artifacts that he’d used as ornamentation strewn haphazardly among the debris.
Trevor still couldn’t see what he was really looking for. Desperation was stealing his common sense and he couldn’t think properly. He spun round and groaned in frustration.
March 12, 2012
My popular gay contemporary novella, TACTICS, has been re-released today!
Colin and Michael are best friends. They always have been, but neither of them has ever been willing to admit there might be more to it. When Colin is suddenly injured in an accident, though, Michael starts to realize that he can’t hide his deeper feelings for his friend.
Should Michael act on his feelings, or will Colin turn him away? Using the careful strategy of a game of chess, Colin and Michael dance around the idea that they can deepen their relationship, but there’s a lot more at stake than just bragging rights. Can Michael and Colin win at love?
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February 18, 2012
Just thought I’d remind my readers that I have a few short stories available for only $0.99! Most of them are self-published, and there is a new one recently released through MLR Press – check out the list below:
Home for Valentine’s – contemporary – published by MLR Press
December 11, 2011
I’ve arranged to self-publish my paranormal gay romance set around the Golden Gate Bridge.
Out of work historian Anthony is working on the Golden Gate bridge project during the Great Depression when he meets Michael, and falls in love. He also decides to make a time capsule about the men he works with, but when Michael has a terrible accident, everything comes to a screeching halt.
In 2007, Paul is having dreams about his lover Jake being in grave danger. Will the content of the time capsule from all those years ago explain his fears?
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“He was you, Jake, in the dream. It doesn’t matter that he had a different name, he was you. Okay, maybe the clothes and the hairstyle were different but everything else about you was just the same, everything. You…he seemed to fall forever, tumbling over and over until he finally hit the hillside below. I saw his body all tangled up with the scaffolding. It was…” Paul shuddered.
“Hillside?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. Didn’t I say? He was working on the arch pylon near the south support towers.”
Jake was quiet for a moment; he couldn’t tell Paul but he was disquieted by the similarity of the position of the accident in Paul’s dream and the discussion he’d been having that evening with the other bridge engineers.
Paul reached forward, picked up the glass and downed the last of his whisky. “I had that dream for a reason, Jake. It’s a warning.”
Jake brought his thoughts back to the realm of common sense. “Paul, I only recently showed you the box in the South Tower and you were itching to touch. You’ve been talking for days about investigating the contents as soon as you get permission. It’s no wonder you dreamed about that time.”
Paul shrugged but didn’t speak and Jake went on, “Then tonight you search the web, read everything you can about the original construction, right? Are you really surprised you dreamed it? Okay, so you added the touch of you and me to it. That doesn’t really surprise me either,” he smiled. “You were still pretty much yourself in the dream. Not sure why you cast me as a riveter,” he said with a frown, his brow clearing as he added, “Oh, of course the bucket of rivets in the tower room. It was all just a projection, Paul.”
“No, it was more than that, Jake. I know what my dreams are usually like and this wasn’t one of them. I’m not letting my imagination run away with me here. This was so…real. Jake, I experienced six months in that…reality. Every single day for six months, three of them as your lover and,” he dipped his head and said quietly, “though making love with Mike was a little different.”
That piqued Jake’s interest. “Different, what do you mean? You said he was me, in your dream.” Lord, he hoped it hadn’t been better. God, what I am I saying, it was a damned dream!
Paul lifted his head and Jake saw the mischief in his eyes and was glad that at least he seemed to have gotten past his initial distress. “Well, showers weren’t as common in those days and we didn’t have one.” Jake grinned at this; shower sex was one of his favorites. “But Mike liked water as much as you do, so we bathed together and…”
“You had sex in the tub?” Jake grinned, licking his lips. “Tell me about it.”
Paul’s eyes opened wide but he smiled knowingly, “Seriously?”
Paul laughed then sobered. “I’ll tell you this, Jake, I have never had sex in a tub and that was so damned real I want to do it…again…with you.” Jake’s heartbeat increased at the need in Paul’s voice. “It was a pretty large tub, but still it was a tight fit for us and he knelt while he washed me…”
“Like I do in the shower,” Jake commented, his voice a rasp.
“Yeah, just like that,” Paul hold Jake’s gaze, a flush slowly suffusing his face. “Long strokes down my back and swirls over my chest with special attention to my nipples before you move oh so slowly down to my groin… and you know what a turn on that is.”
“Not so different then,” Jake said softly. He was now sitting on the edge of his seat.
Paul didn’t answer the comment but continued his description. “I washed him too and he was already hard when he positioned me in front of him virtually in his lap. He slipped his hand underneath me in the warm water and began to open me up. He was very slow and gentle and somehow half lying in that warm water it felt very erotic and when he thought I was ready he lifted me and, I know this sounds odd, but I felt as if the water was holding me as he slowly lowered me onto him.”
Listening, Jake was jealous of this other ‘him’ in Paul’s dream and wasn’t that weird.
“I wanted to help, wanted to move down to meet him but I couldn’t get any proper purchase and he told me to leave it to him. So he held me tightly and he pushed up into me…slowly at first but faster and harder until he was powering into me. The water was rising and falling, sloshing over the sides until the level dropped and it just made waves. I felt like I was riding on the water, and I felt…pressure surge through me, the heat inside me built and built until he shot into me and I came without even being touched. God, you were magnificent!”
Jake’s heart was pounding. “Crap, Paul I wish that had been real, that it had been me that made you feel like that.”
Paul blushed, “Yeah, me too. You really want to try it sometime?”
“Fuck yeah! We can try later if you want,” Jake said, his voice almost a growl. “My tub should be big enough, right?”
November 16, 2011
The rights of one of my earliest publications, A MILLION PINPRICKS, has reverted to me and, with a little polishing and a new cover, I have published the science fiction story myself.
Taylor Sterling has everything under control. He’s young, wealthy, and he’s got his own small spaceship, leading a mission to collect astronomical data.
He’s got Joel, too. Joel’s his main engineer as well as a friend, and their relationship s quickly becoming all he could ask for. When a bad decision leads his ship and crew into real danger,Taylor learns that having it all isn’t as easy as he thought, and that it takes only a split second to lose it. Can he and Joel survive his mistakes?
September 1, 2008
Torquere Press is 5 years old in September and they want to celebrate! They and their authors – me included – have got together to hold a Scavenger Hunt all during September with a grand prize of a Kindle eBook reader full of Torquere Press titles! Every day starting today, 1st September, there will be a free offering from an Torquere author – a short story, a recipe, a joke, you name it! At the same time the authors involved have a graphic hidden somewhere on their websites. All you have to do is find each graphic and enter the information on the Torquere Press site. The Scavenger Hunt will end on 30th September and thereafter one lucky winner will get the grand prize of the Kindle – loaded with books. Wow what a prize!
and don’t forget to visit my website and find the hidden graphic – http://steviewoods.com