Monday Men

He's one handsome guy, isn't he? It's hard to imagine, but he must be in his eighties if still alive. The dog is surely long gone. It's the strange magic of photography to gift a brief moment with immortality.

Sunday Snippet

This is from a paranormal romantic mystery I'm working on. It's morning, the protagonist just woke up in his boyfriend's bed and contrary m/m expectation has matters more pressing then morning wood on his mind. (This is still a draft, so excuse the rough edges. I just know I misspelled something.)

He slipped out from under the covers and made a beeline for the bathroom.

On his way back to bed he noticed something seriously amiss in the living room. He saw a dark-haired woman sitting in one of the chairs, watching him in unconcealed interest. Denton couldn't tell if her presence or his own nakedness perturbed him more. Possibly the combination of the two. He retreated into the bedroom, and shook Bran by the shoulders. He got a sleepy grumble in response.

Denton shook him again. "Wake up. There's a strange woman in your living room."

Bran cracked his eyes open. "What does she look like?" he asked, in a voice thick with sleep, wariness, but not shock.

Denton thought back. "Attractive. Lots of dark hair. Not too young." From that brief look Denton guessed her age at late thirties, maybe well-preserved forties. "She's wearing a green dress."

Bran rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Oh, great." He rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes.

Denton followed suit. He half expected the woman to be gone, but when they got to the living room door, she still sat there, exactly as before.

"Where?" Bran asked.

"Right there, in the chair. Can't you see her?"

Bran let out a sigh. "Mother, you can stop it. He can see you. I told you he would."

Wednesday Word

pro·cel·lous

[proh-sel-uhs] adjective

stormy, as the sea. 

Now this is a word you'll never see or hear. I challenge you use it in a real life conversation.

Monday Men

What a magnificent moustache! I'm a sucker for well-groomed facial hair.

Sunday Seduction

With a weakness for bossy men and facial hair, Jay is willing to serve up more than just drinks when a handsome stranger with long sideburns walks into his bar. But the object of his desire may be more than Jay can handle.

Warning: light bondage and the blatant misuse of clothing items.

Seduction is a short story with appeal to anyone who liked Last Stop. It can be downloaded free on Goodreads, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords. I've also uploaded it to Amazon, but not free yet, because to achieve that an author has to jump through hoops and make others do the same.

So I have an appeal to you, dear reader. Please go to the Amazon page of the book. Around one-third down the page click on the "tell us about a lower price" link. In the pop-up select Website (online) and paste one of the following links:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seduction-lou-harper/1112572707?ean=2940044773776
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-seduction-906647-145.html
Put zero for price and shipping costs, and click the Submit Feedback button.
That's it. Thank you!

If the gods of Amazon feel generous, they'll match the price.

Wednesday Word

trumpery |ˈtrəmpərē| archaicnoun ( pl. -eries)attractive articles of little value or use.• practices or beliefs that are superficially or visually appealing but have little real value or worth.adjectiveshowy but worthless : trumpery jewelry.• delusive or shallow : that trumpery hope which lets us dupe ourselves.ORIGIN late Middle English (denoting trickery): fromOld French tromperie, from tromper ‘deceive.’

Monday Men

I have fondness of old things, as the three vintage typewrites on my bookshelves attest. Collecting old photographs, especially snapshots is one of my hobbies. They absolutely fascinate me. That moment of time and place they preserve is like a single line ripped out of a narrative, full of subtext and potential.

So I decided to dig into my collection and use it to celebrate men. There will be no explicit content, because, sadly, I don't own any. Just plain old men, and not even gay. Although if your imagination runs away with you, dear blog reader, I can't stop you. In some cases it doesn't take much, like with these two goofballs: