Silver Shorts, week 16
Every week, Silver Publishing releases a collection of free flash fiction from its authors. This week, I shared a quick walk during a lunch break. And people think office work is boring… 
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Freebie: Silver Shorts
Silver Publishing offers a weekly free download full of flash fiction from its authors.
To view the list of (and download) past issues, click HERE.
Stay tuned here for an announcement, because I intended to be in an issue very soon.
Freebies from fellow M/M authors
The fourth and final edition of the Don’t Read In the Closet anthology released by the M/M Romance Group on GoodReads.com is now available for free download!
That means 29 more stories, all free, all sexy manlove. This edition has my own Freedom’s Souvenir, as well as stories from Sloan Parker, KZ Snow, Megan Derr, and 20+ other authors who donated their time and creativity to making this an amazing release.
For more information on authors, stories, and to download this edition, click HERE. You do not need to be a member of the group to download, but doing so will give you access to other free read projects and a number of great forum threads about the M/M romance genre.
The other editions of this fabulous anthology (all still free to download) can be found at these links:
Don’t Read in the Closet: GayRomLit Retreat 2011 Special Edition
Don’t Read in the Closet: Volume One
Don’t Read in the Closet: Volume Two
Don’t Read in the Closet: Volume Three
And, of course,
Don’t Read in the Closet: Volume Four
What a ridiculous amount of freebies!
Happy reading, dear Readers. Thank you for your support.
Ciao,
Pia Veleno
Read a cut Christmas scene from Man Whore
Have you been following the Christmas Extravaganza? Then you know today is my day of Christmas on Kathleen’s blog. Drop by to read a free cut scene from Man Whore, and sign up for her holiday raffle.
Slut Around (fiction)
The prompt: a cross-dresser. Enjoy!
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Elliot flashed his most charming grin at the waiter as the man dropped off two cold beer bottles and took away the empties.
Jason kicked him under the table. Hard. “Cut it out. I know we’re not a thing anymore, but if you ditch me for another bathroom blow job, I’ll cancel our Friday night bar hops indefinitely.”
Elliot turned his cheeky grin on Jason. “Why did we stop fucking?”
“You’re choice, babe. You wanted your freedom.”
“Oh right.” He raised his beer but didn’t take a sip. “The freedom to slut around.”
Jason rolled his eyes.
“Hey, I’m kidding.” He leaned over and kissed Jason’s cheek. “Different goals and dreams,” he said more seriously. “You’ll always be my bestie though.”
“Oh gods, please don’t start speaking like a teenage girl again.” Jason threw his hands over his eyes and groaned. “I’m not sure I’m up for one of your flamboyant moods.”
Elliot laughed, clinked his beer against Jason’s, and then drank deeply. As he lowered his bottle, his eyes widened. He grabbed Jason’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his face. In a stage whisper, he said, “Jase, check out that hottie.”
As Jason looked up, Elliot winked at the stranger. The man lounged in his seat, one arm thrown over the back of his chair, making his screen printed band t-shirt pull tight across his well toned chest. He raised one dark eyebrow and frowned at Elliot. His gaze drifted to the right and took in Jason.
“He’s checking you out,” Elliot said in the same stage whisper. The stranger’s dubious expression morphed into a half-lidded smirk and he nodded as if in agreement, never taking his eyes off of Jason.
“If you don’t go get him, Elliot said, “I’m going to.”
The stranger stood and walked around his table, his gaze intent on Jason.
“Nice, you can’t chicken out now.” Amusement painted Elliot’s words.
“Shut up, Elliot.”
“Whoa…”
No sooner did the word escape Elliot’s month than Jason thought the same thing. Whoa. Sexy… and in a short pleated skirt with lace trim. He must’ve lost a bet, but Jason couldn’t tear his eyes off of the outfit. The hem of the skirt was barely legal. Jason caught himself wondering what the man wore underneath – nothing would be nice, but…
He shook his head as the skirt stopped in front of him. Thoughts of a thick, excited package wrapped in lace wouldn’t leave his mind.
“Like it?” the stranger asked in a husky voice.
“Yes,” Elliot said.
Jason elbowed Elliot. “He was asking me,” he said.
“So answer him.”
Elliot propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands. Jason didn’t find the pose cute anymore, but – his gaze returned to the man in the skirt – he suddenly had much better things to look at.
“You lose a bet?” Jason asked.
The man laughed and pulled out an empty seat. He sat down and looked back and forth between Jason and Elliot. “Nope,” he said. “You two looking for a third?”
Jason recoiled but quickly recovered. “No. Been there, done that.” He glared at Elliot. “Or him, I should say.” He returned his gaze to the stranger, taking in the whole package from parted knees, to teasingly short skirt, to hard muscles all the way up his torso and down his arms, to the square jaw, sprinkled with dark stubble as if he groomed himself to have an eternal five o’clock shadow, to soft brown-black eyes and hair of the same color falling long over his brows and dancing back behind his ears. Lots of it.
Jason forced himself to breath. He liked having a good handful of hair to…
“Good,” the stranger said, interrupting Jason’s thoughts. “I don’t share. I don’t,” –he glanced at Elliot– “slut around.”
Elliot laughed, standing. “Sounds all kinds of boring. I’ll be on the dance floor. Have fun.” Jason stared after Elliot, surprised that he hadn’t made another play for the stranger.
“Still want him?”
With a start, Jason realized the man had moved closer, his mouth now close enough to feel his breath. Jason looked down at full lips, and threw caution to the wind. “Not at all,” he said. “I’m very much over him.”
“And slutting around?” Those sexy lips smiled and parted, revealing just a hint of teeth behind them.
“Has never been my thing.” Jason tore his eyes off the man’s mouth and looked into his eyes. “You?”
“I already said–”
Jason leaned forward, closing the distance and cutting off the man’s words with a swift kiss designed only to keep himself from chickening out and running for the safety of Elliot on the dance floor. What developed, however, was a different kind of kiss entirely. Tongues tangled, as both men moved into the union with soft whimpering moans. The stranger grabbed Jason’s biceps, pulling him closer. Jason let himself be led, easing from his own chair into the man’s lap. One hand landed on the stranger’s bare thigh beneath his ass, and the other looped around behind his neck, fingers drawing through hair, seeking purchase.
Before Jason remembered they were still in public, the stranger pulled his head back, but slipped his arms around Jason’s waist. “I’m Ward, by the way,” he said.
Jason laughed. “I usually get that before I kiss a guy.”
Ward smirked and brushed a light kiss over Jason’s lips. When he pulled back again, Jason blinked and tried to remember what he’d been saying. “Jason,” he said. “I’m…”
“Mine,” Ward said. He tightened his embrace and stood, setting Jason gently back on his feet. “That other guy is crazy to let you go.”
“Or you’re crazy for thinking so when we just met.”
Ward leaned in close, his lips brushing Jason’s ear as he spoke. “The way you were devouring me with just a look… I can’t wait to get you home and show you what other lace I own.” Jason gasped, and Ward chuckled. “But not tonight,” Ward said. “I don’t slut around.”
Jason laughed and held out a hand. For once, he was grateful for Elliot’s outrageous bar behavior. He broke the ice with this handsome man in lace. “Dance?”
“With pleasure,” Ward said. Jason let his lacey man lead him to the dance floor, skirt swishing and teasing around his thighs.
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For more free flash fiction from Silver authors, visit these sites all day Wednesday:
(M/M romance)
LM Brown
AJ Jarrett
West Thornhill
Julie Lynn Hayes
Freddy MacKay
(Het, AKA girl parts)
Elyzabeth VaLey
Heather Lin
Christmas Extravaganza
My friend and fellow writer, Kathleen Hayes, is hosting a holiday party in cyberspace. Visit her blog for WiP sneak peaks, short stories, and a chance for free ebooks from several M/M romance authors, plus a mystery prize.
To find out more, visit Kathleen’s blog by clicking HERE.
For my own part in her celebration, I’ll be sharing a short Christmas scene that I originally wrote for Man Whore.
Don’t forget to visit every day!
Now Available: Freedom’s Souvenir
Remember that freebie I wrote for the M/M Romance group on Goodreads.com? I finally made the time to figure out how to format and publish it in ebook format on Smashwords.com.
Not a part of the GoodReads group? Prefer your books on a Kindle, Nook, or other portable device? Click HERE to download your favorite ebook format for free.
Bell, Book, and Candle: A Discovery (fiction)
Due to lack of power at home, I’m sneaking in this flash fiction piece at the office. Please forgive the lack of editing, as I’d rather not abuse my boss’s tolerance for personal use on his computer systems.
Sincerely,
Pia
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“So be it!” With that group declaration, the bishop rang the death toll, slammed the Bible shut, and capped the wick of my candle before knocking it to the floor. It rolled to my feet, coming to a stop in the spot that held my gaze as the clergy completed my excommunication.
I didn’t need to be told. I left the candle where it lay, and skulked through the large double doors of the church. The bitter cold assaulted me the moment I stepped out onto the grand stone steps of the only place I ever considered home. The Church was no longer my family. An anathema, I stood alone, cold and homeless, without a clue as to how to proceed.
My secret had been discovered, and to beg shelter from any of my few acquaintances, I’d have to further reveal what I’d hidden for so long. I’d been lying to everyone. That will be how they’ll feel. But to me, it wasn’t a lie. I am a man. I am. I was born in the wrong body. I have breasts that I bind, and I am missing key parts below the waist, but I am male.
I chose a life of religion, because a vow of celibacy would easily explain my desire to avoid close physical relationships. I thought I could hide my birth defect beneath my robes. I thought I could live among the priests, and give my unwavering faith to a God who made me wrong. I thought if I did, He would fix me.
I hoped. I prayed.
And then one handsome priest found me irresistible. I didn’t see it coming, didn’t recognize his advances, and suddenly he had me pinned against the wall of the cloister, his excitement – the hardness I yearn for, that I know I was meant to have, and yet do not – pressed against my thigh.
And then he shifted, pressing that one thing I should but do not wear against my hips, against my groin, against the place he expected an equal reply.
His eyes widened, and mine darted about, my gaze desperately seeking an escape.
From him. From me. From the exposure of everything that I am. And that which I am not.
“You’re a woman!” His voice hissed out from between clenched teeth, and echoed in my ears, my heart fell into my stomach, churning in acid, and my soul fled the safety of faith, into fear, despair, and sorrow.
“Father James?”
My head snapped up at the old title, so recently tore from me. The memories of discovery fled, but the pain did not. I drew myself up but could not muster a smile for the young man standing at the bottom of the steps watching me.
“Harry, please.” I stepped to the side and gestured at the grand doors that had just expelled me. “Enter. I am no longer able to guide you. I have been excommunicated.” I had hoped saying it would break me from my quagmire, but it did not. I feel so empty, and I could not use pain to inspire me to action any longer.
“What? Why?” Harry’s soft brown eyes reflected his empathy, a quality I cherished and encouraged in him. He climbed the stairs and stopped in front of me.
“It matters not.” I looked away. Again, seeking escape. I do not want to relive the secret.
“Of course it does.” He took my hand. “You’re cold. Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”
I started to object, but he turned and started down the steps with my hand in his. “Better yet,” he said. “Let’s go to my apartment. I’ll make us some pasta.”
“Harry, no.”
He ignored my feeble objection.
“Harry–”
He stopped when I yanked my hand from his. He looked back at me, patiently waiting.
“I am not a man.”
He waited more.
“Did you hear me? I was born a woman. I live in the wrong body. I…” Tears stung my eyes, and then my cheeks as the chill air cooled them.
“We can talk about it over dinner,” Harry said.
“You don’t get it. You should be casting me out.”
“Like they did.” His gaze darted toward the church, but then returned to my face. The emotions he carried remained when disgust should’ve replaced them. “Come with me, Father James, let’s talk somewhere warm. Let me bear your burdens for a change.”
He held out a hand. I took it. As we started down the street, I said, “Jimmy. Please call me Jimmy.”
“Okay, Jimmy.” He squeezed my hand. “I like that better than James. It suits you better. James is too…”
“Masculine?”
Harry laughed. “Pretentious.”
“You do understand, I’ve been lying to you?”
“You’re a man, a priest, and a friend. What’s to understand?”
“I’m not a man or a priest.”
“What are you,” he paused and met my eyes, “Inside.”
I didn’t hesitate or consider my answer. “Male. I’d swear it on a Bible if they didn’t keep it from me.”
“Then you haven’t lied to me.” He squeezed my hand and then dropped it. He put his arm around my shoulders. “You’ve always been a man to me, and a friend. I’m here for you, Jimmy.”
This is first time my name sounded absolutely perfect. Perhaps I just discovered a path I was meant to take. “Thank you,” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me until he answered with a silent squeeze around my shoulders.
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Please visit other Silver Publishing authors for more free M/M fiction.
Participating this week:
Sui Lynn
West Thornhill
LM Brown
Lily Sawyer
Pender Mackie
Julie Hayes
Free Reads Return – CRANK
I am happy to announce my free serialized story, CRANK, officially resumed this evening.
If you’re new to this free read, an introduction about CRANK can be found HERE, as well as a Table of Contents, so you can start where you left off, or from the beginning. I add to the story every Sunday evening, and CRANK is always free, just for you, dear Readers.
Thank you for your patience while I recovered.
Sincerely,
Pia Veleno
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