Teaser: Work in Progress

I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of writing. It’s been tough with the Day Job sucking up a lot of my brain power, leaving me tired and lethargic during my free time. Screw the Day Job! (No, not really, but I am working on better balance this month.)

Here’s a sneak peak at book two of the Personal Demons series. This sequel to Man Whore has been a long time coming. (No pun intended.) I’m about three quarters of the way through the first draft, but I’ve also been doing some heavy edits and revisions along the way, so I’m hoping once I hit The End, it won’t take quite as long as usual to get it ready for submission to my dear acquisitions editor.

It will get done, dear Readers. I promise.

(SPOILER DISCLAIMER: This is a sequel. I have chosen this passage because I believe it to be vague enough to not spoil anything for this work, or for Man Whore, but still be interesting and fun. However, if you’re very particular about minor spoilers, read on with caution…)


Adam paced with his phone pressed to his ear. “They’re not answering,” he said.

“I didn’t expect them to.” Morgan poured more whiskey into his glass and then set the bottle on the floor beside his foot. His other leg was folded underneath him on the futon, but he wouldn’t pick comfortable as the word to describe his position.

“It’s Adam. Call me.” He shoved the phone back into his pocket and scowled at Morgan.

Morgan said, “They said they’d call when they had something. They will. I may not be able to tell them apart but I know Cayne and Layne, and they do what they say they’re going to do.”

“I need to know what is going on!”

“So do I.” Morgan swallowed the last of his whiskey and reached for the bottle at his feet.

“For different reasons,” Adam mumbled petulantly.

“Fuck you, Adam. I want to know because it’s you. Sure, I have selfish reasons, but mostly, I want you to be happy again. You’re not exactly the best company lately.”

“You wouldn’t let me be miserable alone in my apartment.”

Morgan set the bottle aside without opening it. He stood and crossed the room, dropping the empty glass on a table before reaching the spot Adam was wearing into the cheap carpet. “Come on, baby. I’m not good at finding the right words. I don’t want you to be miserable. I don’t want to be miserable. We’ve done all we can do for now. Sit down with me and relax for a while.”

“How can I relax?”

“Well, with that attitude, I doubt you could.”

Adam glared at Morgan. Morgan trailed his fingers down Adam’s chest. “Let the twins do their thing. They’ll find answers, or a direction for all this energy you’ve got pent up. You’re still the same guy you were a month ago.”

“Am I?”

“Are you?”

Adam scowled, and Morgan pressed on. “Play devil’s advocate. Show me your great lawyering skills. Argue the other side for a while.” Morgan slipped his fingers into Adam’s waist band and tugged him towards the futon. “Tell me why we shouldn’t sit around being wretched assholes to each other all night.”

Morgan’s fingers slipped away when Adam stopped moving. They stood perfectly still, staring at each other for several seconds. Morgan lowered his eyes, his gaze travelling down Adam’s body like a lewd caress. The barbell through his tongue clinked against his front teeth as he licked them. He looked up again, saying nothing. He looked expectantly at Adam watching him slowly surrender as his posture slumped in defeat.

“Okay, you win. I want to do more research but the library is closed and so is Between Dimensions. I believe Cayne and Layne when they shot down my idea of talking to my priest. I don’t want to tell too many people I’m losing my mind anyway.”

“You are not… what’s that term? You have to represent your side to the best of your ability?”

Adam laughed, but it was weak and wary. “You watch too many Law & Order reruns.”

“Exactly. I know the law. Don’t make me hold you in contempt.” Morgan propped his fists on his hips and cocked an eyebrow. A smile snuck across his lips as he attempted to look stern.

“There is nothing left to be done tonight. Plus, counselor, being a cranky jackass to my cute boyfriend isn’t accomplishing anything.”

“Cute? Pft! Is that the best you can do?”

“He’s cuter on his knees.”

Morgan’s mouth fell open and Adam laughed – really laughed – at Morgan’s surprise.

“A good orgasm or two would not deter my progress, and may even distract from the annoying fact that I can’t do anything about this tonight.”

“That’s much better.” Morgan sauntered closer and hooked his fingers in Adam’s belt loops, pulling him forward. “Let’s have a good orgasm or two.”

“Two.” Adam cupped Morgan’s face in his hands and drew him into a long, heated kiss. He didn’t break it until Morgan pressed against him, his fingers digging Adam’s shirt from his waistband.

Morgan moaned, throwing his head back as Adam worked his way down his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. “Mm, yeah, baby.” Morgan tugged Adam’s shirt up. “That’s more like it.”


Oh yes, I would stop right as it’s getting steamy.

Have a great weekend, dear Readers.


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