Swap — If You Can't Handle the Heat — Sin Bin
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Thursday, 5 July 2018

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I'm fortunate to be in two of these anthos
Sacred & Profane: Priest Erotic Romance
AND
Love & Lust in Space


Sin Bin
by
H K Carlton

(mf, erotic, romance)
When Daunté Bennifetto left to attend seminary, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in, but it would seem God had other plans. After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget.

The wild, spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Camillah’s mother asks Daunté to intervene, he can’t seem to stay away. Night after night Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cammie's feet, in a club appropriately named, the Sin Bin.


Naughty Nauts
by
H K Carlton

(mfm, sci-fi, erotic, romance)



Astronauts Sawyer Hatcher and Bennedict Scott have just set the record for consecutive days in space.

It's Jessa MacArdle's job to observe their day-to-day condition. Living in microgravity can take a toll on not only the body but also the mind. As their time on the ISS lengthens both nauts begin to exhibit strange quirks never before documented, including inappropriate sexual innuendo, which is directed straight at Jess.

But Jessa has no delusions. The majority of side-effects dissipate once gravity is restored. Besides, there was no way, two such formidable men, would give a full-figured girl like her a second glance, let alone make good on the dark and delicious promises, made over an innocuous wall of monitors.

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Jennifer Denys (editor)

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Enjoy this +18 excerpt from Sin Bin:

From backstage Camillah looked out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming in sporadically over the past few weeks. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him.

For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy. The familiar pain at the mere thought of Daunté cramped her chest, but she pushed it aside for once.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor she selected a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stocking held by garters and short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.

As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-looking rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory Be bead down, dangled past her belly button ending with the black crucifix.

"Cam, you're on," the stage-manager called.

Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.

Focusing on the dark stranger, she struck a pose.

The lights lowered. The DJ cued her music.

In the center of the spotlight she started to dance, at first for the audience. She fed off their energy. But as she began to feel the music, everything and everyone else faded away, except for him.

Dramatically she reached for him, then bent and caved, as if devastated he didn’t reciprocate.

She spun away and leapt. The music slowed. She swayed using her body in sensual yet graceful movement.

As hoped, she had him riveted. His entire frame tensed. His broad shoulders bunched. But his focus never strayed.

Slow and deliberate she ran her hands over the soft brocade of the corset molding all of her curves. Though she couldn’t see, she imagined his greedy gaze following every gesture. She cupped her breasts and arched her back. Her nipples beaded and strained against the tight fabric.

Exaggerating her facial expressions, Camillah closed her eyes and opened her mouth on a silent moan.

Changing direction, she took a slow exploratory journey back down her core. The crowd went wild with raucous catcalls and shrill whistles. They weren't used to this kind of bump-and-grind from her.

As she reached her lower stomach, she splayed her fingers over her satin-covered mound. Her pussy tingled where she touched. She tucked her fingers between her legs and cupped herself. A collective gasp surprised and exhilarated her. It was a heady feeling.

Strutting down the catwalk, she walked between the rapt patrons, and moved within feet of the man in black. It was the closest she'd ever been to him.

The music crescendoed to a frenzied beat. She worked her hips in kind. She had him spellbound. He sat stiff, frozen.

To the tempo she sank to a sitting position on the very top step of the risers that led to the stage. It wasn’t part of what she’d choreographed, but she went by feel. She opened her legs. The gusset at the crotch pulled tight.

She placed her elbows on her knees. The cross on the chain dangled between them.

Camillah teased him, curling her fingers inward, inching ever closer to the target.

Once more she cupped her cunt through the fabric but this time she rubbed in a circular pattern—teasing him yet and heightening her own arousal.

The number was drawing to a close. Coyly, she toyed with the snaps holding the corset closed between her legs, letting him wonder, would she or wouldn’t she.

The second the music ended, she did it—ripped open the snaps, just as the stagehands rendered the space back to black, dousing the lights. But it was enough. Right before she lost sight of him, she’d seen him bolt from his chair—hand outstretched—as he caught a sneak peek of her slick naked flesh.

Saturday, 2 June 2018

A Backlist Weekend Rewind + an e-Book Summer Sale!

This weekend, on the blog, I'd planned to revisit some of my older stories. In the meantime, one of my fabulous publishers — eXtasy Books — announced a huge Sale. So what better time to reminisce and maybe snag some books on sale at the same time. From now until June 15th enjoy 30% off backlist e-books at eX.

Sample a +18 excerpt from Xmas Spouse Swap at the end of this post!


in reading order
Always Cambridge
Running
Misfortune of Birth
Law and Order: Crime and Chaos
Afterlife
Always Holly  


romantic suspense, saga, mob, mafia romance, love triangle

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The Lustful Possession Series

The haunting Lustful Possession saga—breaks all the romance rules

Cairnnon Castle is one of the most haunted places on earth & home to one of the most evil entities ever documented. When an enthusiastic troop of paranormal investigators descends on the ancient stronghold, all hell breaks loose

Travel through time & unravel the mystery of Cairnnon Castle


Meet the O'Cairnnon's—a fate most do not survive


Lustful Possession - 1 thru 7
Meet Me in the Dark
Dark Foursome
The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Rising from the Darkness
Dark Seed
Bending Darkness
Dark Defeat 

This series of short stories was previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released. Warning: This collection contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.

erotic, dark paranormal, time-travel


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Stand-alone Stories

Now We're Even 


College students Callie Read and Haines Bennett rub each other the wrong way. And that’s the way they like it. But there’s an undercurrent of sexual interest that has their mutual friends betting that it’s only a matter of time before they’re doing it the right way.

But after a typical Friday night partying at the local campus pub, Hainsey takes is upon himself to teach Callie a much needed lesson about teasing the wrong guy. For her own good, of course. But tying her up while she’s passed out, he takes things a little too far.

The next weekend Callie retaliates, getting even and giving Hainsey some overdue instruction of his own. The proverbial tit for tat.

Can they bury the hatchet and call it even or have they effectively ruined an already precarious relationship with their raunchy one-upmanship?

mild bdsm, erotic, romance, dubious consent, HFN

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Adrenaline Lust 




After a particularly gruesome trauma, an intern and his attending physician, find themselves in a post adrenaline-fueled tryst.

gay-for-you, mm, erotic, medical





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Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole knew level...

The naughty sisters decide to switch places and one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap their husbands will never forget!

erotic, spouse swapping




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Better Than Another Man




Can a straight man and a gay man enter into an intimate relationship, or will it destroy their friendship forever?


Who knows Better Than Another Man…

erotic, gay-for-you






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+18 Excerpt from Xmas Spouse Swap

“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut short nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.

“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively doing a full body roll. 


“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed, then cranked the music. 


Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance. 

“How about we give them a show they won’t ever forget?” Siri pulled alongside Iris so they were hip to hip and gave her a playful bump. Then she tempted Kyle and Brett with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We’ll get them so hot and horny they won’t know what to do with themselves.” 

Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and began to move with them to the rhythm. 

Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them. 

“Fuck you, Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.” 

For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room with his snifter of Brandy and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle. 

For some reason, Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle, but Iris could also feel the heat of his intensity on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him. 

“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri. 

“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice. 

For some reason, the thought fascinated Iris. 

Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him, as well. 

Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them, too. “Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling to Kyle. She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over. 

To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife. Instead, he placed his hands on Iris’ waist and moved with her. She, in turn, raised her arms and cupped his broad shoulders. Tentatively, she petted the soft fleece of his pullover. 

For a big man, he moved fluidly. His gaze traveled over the deep U shape of her borrowed camisole before returning to her face. 

Gradually the guys moved in, practically sandwiching Iris and Siri between them. Iris ended up back to back with her sister. 

Brett was so close his brandy-scented breath fanned across Iris’ face, but it was the potency of his stare she found intoxicating. 

Before long, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around to the front, where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time, especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm on the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy. 

Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget, hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most. 

Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. There was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play. 

“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered. 

Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers. “Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned. 

Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to find out for herself just how hard he truly was. She peered up at Brett, wondering about his reaction. 

But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri. His focus was squarely on her. It made her yearn to touch him all the more. 

Siri chuckled. 

Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her. 

“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this, and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone, and if Iris wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett. 

Iris had to occupy her hands or she might do something insane, like swat her sister’s hand aside so she could take the full and complete measure of her hunky brother-in-law’s mouth-watering erection. Yet she was loath to turn away from Brett, just in case he, too, decided to do the unthinkable—like fondle her breast and not merely tease the side. God, how she wanted him to. Instead, Iris reached behind her and groped for Kyle. With Siri’s new positioning, she could now reach him. She bumped his thigh. He stepped closer, repositioning, obviously eager for some attention as well. Iris dragged her hand up to his balls and gave them a firm squeeze. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, and tucked his hips under, seeking more TLC. 

Iris caressed him, working her palm up and down his stiff shaft. 

“Yeah,” he drawled. 

Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong. 

She leaned in and murmured, “Touch him.” With a lift of her chin, she offered her husband. 

Siri’d always been the devil on Iris’ shoulder, whispering in her ear, prodding her to act. Or was her twin simply reading her mind—somehow all-knowing when it came to her deepest, darkest desires. 

When Iris hesitated, Siri gripped her other hand from where it sat benignly upon Brett’s shoulder and guided it over his chest and washboard abs. Iris was inordinately pleased when his muscles rippled under her touch. 

For the moment, she didn’t possess the dexterity or mentality to stimulate both men at the same time. Her grasp on Kyle relaxed, yet he continued to thrust his hips, pumping his cock between her inert fingers. 

Bit by bit, Siri eased her hold, then finally left Iris to her own devices. 

Selfishly, she continued to explore the hard plains of Brett’s chiseled core. 

“Touch her,” Siri urged her husband. 

With apparently single-minded calculation, Siri was pushing their respective boundaries toward the tipping point. 

Brett’s nostrils flared, his pupils dilated. His grip at her waist tightened. 

He wants to. A wicked thrill raced through Iris. Goose bumps erupted all over her highly sensitized skin. 

Siri turned away from them and shifted her focus back to Kyle. His firm cock slipped from Iris’ grasp. 

Now Iris had the advantage of using both hands. She placed her palms over Brett’s firm pecs, and after giving each an appreciative squeeze, she changed direction and made a slow and deliberate journey down his ribcage. She sensed the tenuously harnessed tension in him. 

Brett’s fingers twitched at the side of her breast. 

Reflexively, she arched her back, desperate for his touch. 

It became a silent battle of sorts between them—who would step over that forbidden line first? 

The pad of his thumb brushed her areola, coming ever so close to her straining nipple. 

“Oh, God,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level. 

A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked erratically. 

By accident, she bumped the bulge at his waistband. Hastily, she jerked her hand away as if she’d been burned. 

A growl radiated through his chest. She more felt it than heard it. 

The tip of his thumb nudged her aching nipple. 

She whimpered and fisted her hands in his sweater. The action pulled him closer. 

His gaze dropped to her mouth. 

Suddenly he cleared his throat, dropped his hands, and took a step back. “I think it’s time for bed.” 

Stunned, Iris blinked rapidly, feeling as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her. 

“Right. Bed.” Kyle agreed. 

Each man grabbed his woman and practically ran for their respective bedrooms. 



Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Guest Post with CF White: Share Your Heart: Raising Awareness for Williams Syndrome #wsawarenessday @CFWhiteUK #shareyourheart

Share Your Heart:
Raising Awareness for Williams Syndrome


Thank you so much for having me on your blog. Today is a rather special day for me - it’s the international Williams Syndrome (WS) Awareness Day, so what better way to celebrate than to tell you all about WS and why it’s important to me, and my three book Responsible Adult serial.

Williams Syndrome is a rare genetic condition that affects one in twenty thousand births and is caused by a spontaneous and random deletion of 26-28 genes on chromosome #7. The condition itself is characterized by medical problems, including cardiovascular disease, developmental delays, and learning challenges. But a far more fascinating trait that those who have WS share is their unique personalities. WS people are particularly friendly, overly social, and have an affinity for music. In a nutshell, they are everybody’s friend, will talk the hind legs off a donkey, and love a good boogie. Don’t we all, I hear you say. Well, not like these lot, I can assure you. I’ve been to many a party and gathering with them, because my son was diagnosed with WS at three months old.

It’s been a massive learning curve for me and my family, and we are still at the very beginning of this journey into special-needs parenting. My little trooper has been through life-saving open heart surgery, ongoing painful and invasive hospital stays, constant appointments, whilst also having to deal with those who are not so understanding when it comes to children with learning disabilities. But I wouldn’t change him for the world. His WS makes him exactly who he is, and that’s a fun-loving, hilarious, good-natured, upbeat little boy who is everyone’s friend. I can’t get through a Tesco shop without him having to stop every other customer to say hello and ask them how they are. He might even throw in a hug for good measure, too. He’s a joy to be around and lifts my spirit on a daily basis. It doesn’t mean he’s easy to deal with, not in the slightest. There are downsides to having the condition as well as the ups. But I won’t dwell on those. Not here. Here I will be celebrating Williams Syndrome and all that has come with it.

So why am I telling you about WS and my son? Well, he’s pretty much the very reason why I started writing again. I used to write as a child and into my teen years, but then life took over and I never found the time anymore. Ironically, the moment my free time was ripped from me after my second son was born disabled, I suddenly found myself making the time. I had a lot of it when he was a baby―he never slept. And when I mean never, I’m talking never. He’d be up all night. So to keep myself amused whilst gently rocking him or pacing the living room whilst soothing him, I created stories in my head. Then, when I got the chance, I started writing them down. Slowly but surely, I was working on a couple of novels without really realising it.

My son is the very inspiration behind my Responsible Adult series of books. And, in honour of Williams Syndrome Awareness Day, Misdemeanor, Hard Time and Reformed are all going on a price promotion. So I thought I’d explain not only WS and why it’s a huge feature of the books, but also why certain things were written the way they were.

You see, being so overly social, so friendly, and not seeing the ill in anyone, a WS little boy made for a perfect character. Especially when giving him a bad boy big brother who has a past life full of juvenile delinquency and making him his sole carer. Because I defy anyone to not have their hearts melted by Flynn. And that was the whole premise behind the three-book series. How this little boy sees the good in everyone, when many of us struggle to do the same.

All the characters in the book are flawed. Many are obviously flawed, others their flaws are skin-deep or buried beneath the surface. The whole idea was to show how these flaws make us human, and how Flynn sees beyond them all to the true person beneath. Because that is the beauty of WS. But that can also make these unique individuals extremely vulnerable in a society that isn’t as carefree and wonderful as WS people presume it to be. Like Micky says in Misdemeanor:

“He’s an eternal child. Sees the world like it should be in a fairy tale, minus the evil characters. Everything is bright and beautiful and everyone is his friend.” Micky hesitated. “It’s a real shame that life isn’t like that. Because a world full of Flynns would be the one I wanna live in.”

I wrote Responsible Adult as one book. Since publishing they have been separated into a three-book serial. There simply wasn’t enough room to put all of them into one book. It means there is a cliffhanger at the end of book one, but by the end of the three books, WS shines through. All characters grow, develop, and maybe the world does become like the fairy tale that Flynn always sees it as. Because that is how I want it to be―I want everyone to be accepted for who they are.

Responsible Adult was my way of raising awareness for a condition that has taken over me and my family’s life. It gave me a chance to have a crack at writing again, within a genre I’d come to love, and it’s an extremely dear-to-me series of books. When people say your book is like your baby, well, this is that and then some. Because my baby is actually in it. Something that I oftentimes wish I hadn’t ever done, but am also proud that I did. My hope is that those who read it, who meet Flynn, will see how he manages to brighten the life of his brother and brings out the best in those who come into contact with him.

This series is about having to grow up, having to make sacrifices, having to make tough choices, and having to take responsibility. Micky is nineteen and had to take care of his little brother after the tragic death of his mother. He’s already harbouring many a secret and had a past life of juvenile delinquency in a small town that he cannot escape from. Micky wasn’t ready, nor equipped, to be sole carer to a disabled child. And, although I am a fair bit older than he, and I, at least, made the choice to have a child, I still feel exactly like he does—juggling through life, making decisions and choices I feel completely unqualified to make. But that’s my lot as a mother. And that is Micky’s lot as a big brother.

If you would like to give this series a try, then Pride Publishing have beautifully accepted to honour Williams Syndrome Awareness Day by offering all three books at a price of 99p each on 18th May 2018.


Link here: https://www.pride-publishing.com/serial/responsible-adult.

If you’d like to learn more about Williams Syndrome, then you can find out all the excellent work that the charities in both the UK and US do here:



These charities are solely run by the parents for the parents. They don’t receive government funding, they rely on donations. Without these charities, many families would be completely isolated in their communities, and I salute the brilliant work they do in raising awareness, giving information, and organising gatherings for all our WS people to chat, laugh, and dance at. Just like we all need to do from time to time.

I’ll finish off by asking that we all try to be a little bit like our Williams Syndrome friends. Be nice. Be kind. Be friendly. And, using the WS motto, please, if only for today, share your heart.

Thank you for listening, giving me this opportunity to share a little of my heart with you all.

C F White xx



Responsible Adult Blurb and Excerpts



The Responsible Adult series follows bad boy Micky O’Neill as he attempts to better his life to bring up his disabled little brother. A past full of juvenile delinquency and living in a small town rife with idle gossip means Micky struggles to be seen as anything other than a no-hoper from the wrong side of the tracks... until he takes a job at the local supermarket and meets his boss, Dan, a university graduate and self-proclaimed shy, awkward bookworm.

Dan, older and burned from a past relationship, is the one person who sees through Micky’s tough-guy facade to the true heart underneath. With fear and mistrust on both sides, the two must steer their way through a complicated relationship where outside forces are determined to break them up at every turn.

Responsible Adult is a series about growing up and learning that falling in love always brings responsibility.


Misdemeanor (Responsible Adult #1)


“Your parents not around then?” Dan asked, voice full of concern.

“Nah.” Micky shrugged. “Mum passed away. A while back now. And Dad’s, well, Dad’s not round so much anymore.”

“Workaholic?” Dan asked, almost hopeful.

“Something aholic, yeah.” Micky shuffled his feet on the blanket, bunching it up and flattening it back down. “He’s just not good to be around Flynn.”

“So you take care of him by yourself?”

Micky nodded.

“Wow. That’s…” Dan searched for the word. Three years spent lovingly studying the English language hoping to come into good use this time. “Commendable.”

“Not really,” Micky said, ducking his head. “Any sibling would do it.”

“I don’t know about that, mate. My big sister can be a right cow. She would’ve left me on a doorstep somewhere.”

Micky chuckled. He didn’t pay Dan much attention, choosing to watch Flynn and Tamsin as she spun him on the seated roundabout. Dan watched them, too, for a bit, before turning back to Micky.

“He’s a character,” Dan acknowledged. “There a reason he’s so small?”

Micky finally turned his attention on Dan. “Yeah,” he replied, voice tiny and tight. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip several times, dragging away the congealed moisture forming over them. “He’s got a condition. He’s a little behind in years, too.”

“Oh,” Dan said. He might have that etched onto his gravestone. “What’s the condition?”

“Williams syndrome?” Micky replied, then, with a shrug, shook his head. “Don’t worry. No one’s ever heard of it. It’s pretty rare. One in twenty thousand or so.”

“Oh,” Dan said. Again. For fuck’s sake.

“So, yeah, I’m sorry about earlier. I probably snapped at you.” Micky twirled the glass in his hand. “The friendly thing. One of the things he’s lacking is any stranger danger. They’re a bit overly social, if you know what I mean. Susceptible to being taken advantage of. Scares the crap out of me.”

Micky dipped his head, shaking it from side to side. He shuffled again and Dan sensed he was clamming up after having been so forthcoming. Dan didn’t want Micky to stop talking. He was strangely fascinated by him. It wasn’t just that the bloke was nice to look at, which he evidently was. But his voice had an undertone of something more and Dan desperately wanted to find out what that was.

“How else does it affect him?” Dan wondered aloud.

“Multitude of things.” Micky exhaled. He took a deep breath before responding any further. “Medical stuff like a weak heart. Had two major heart surgeries as a baby. Will probably need another one in his lifetime. He has stomach troubles. Bowel issues. Weak muscles. The eyes. Teeth. Hyperthyroid. Plus he’s got learning difficulties.” Micky’s eyes glazed over as he swished the glass in his hand. “He’s an eternal child. Sees the world like it should be in a fairy tale, minus the evil characters. Everything is bright and beautiful and everyone is his friend.” Micky paused. “It’s a real shame that life isn’t like that. Because a world full of Flynns would be the one I wanna live in.”

Dan paused for a moment, trying to take it all in. What Micky said. Flynn. The condition. The ideal. And how Micky described it all.

“I’m sorry you’re dealing with all that by yourself,” Dan finally said. “I had no idea.”

He’d just been lusting after his body all week. Now Dan knew the bloke had a soft, loving and caring side, what the hell was that going to do to him now?

Hard Time (Responsible Adult #2)
 

“I think you’re right,” Dan said.

Micky glanced up, finally looking Dan in the eye. Dan smiled and saw the ease of Micky’s shoulders. He nodded at Flynn.

“Wales would be good for him,” Dan explained.

Micky peered back to his brother and watched for a while. He breathed in deeply and scratched at the contents within his pockets. Dan could practically see the thinking process going on behind his eyes. He had to bite his tongue not to demand that Micky spill whatever was on his mind.

“We could go now,” Micky finally said, still looking out at his brother.

Dan glided the hand ruffling through Micky’s hair down to his back and let it drift away. He shuffled and searched his brain for a response. He seriously hoped Micky wasn’t suggesting what he thought he was. Running now could never be an option. He knew that. Micky would know that. The question was, he supposed, did Micky really care at this point?

“What?” Dan urged quietly.

“Fuck all this, Dan,” Micky said more forcefully and scraped his hands out of his trousers to slap down to his thighs. “Why wait around in fucking limbo, letting other people decide what happens to me? To him.” Micky waved a hand in Flynn’s general direction and turned to finally look Dan in the eye. “To us,” he stated poignantly.

“Micky—” Dan cautioned.

“What, Dan?” Micky scorned. “This place is toxic. For me. For Flynn. I’ve never really understood that until now. Until you.” Micky twisted to face Dan and glided a thumb across his cheek. “There’s a shit ton of bad memories on every street corner here. I need to start fresh. You said you’d always come find me. Or wait for me. But will you follow me?”


Reformed (Responsible Adult #3)

“I miss you, Dimples.”

Dan exhaled. Which probably sounded like a hurricane down the phone. At least Micky chuckled.

“I miss you, too, baby.” Dan curled his hand around the wooden pillar and squeezed, regardless of the splinters it could cause to his palm. “Real bad.”

“I’m going to get better, Dan. I promise.”

Dan blinked. Micky sounded like he was slurring, or that could have been the added distance and crackle of signal going in and out of range.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a shit boyfriend. I know I am. When I get back, I’m going to be better. I swear to fucking God, when Flynn gets outta here, I’m gonna get my head screwed on.”

Dan stumbled forward down the front step, doing his utmost to get a better range of signal. Micky’s voice was garbled and not just because he was pouring his heart out.

“Micky, baby.” Dan sat on one of the wooden benches and rested his elbows on his knees. He was shaking. He didn’t like the way Micky was talking.

“And, y’know, screw you good and proper.”

Dan laughed, but it was drowned out by the raucous one that wafted from the open pub door when a man popped out to light up a cigarette. Dan stood and fumbled farther away from the entrance to the edge of the car park.

“Where are you?”

Dan scrunched up his face. He spun to look back at the Old Red Lion. He should tell the truth. But something in Micky’s voice made him twist and bundle farther into the darkened valley.

“At home. Just putting the rubbish out.”

Dan closed his eyes. There was a brief pause the other end of the line. Dan’s hand shook as he held the phone to his ear.

“I love you, Dan. I do. And I’m sorry.”

“Get home, Micky.” Dan trotted faster down the valley, heading toward home, not bothering to go back for the jacket he’d left on the pub chair. “Bring Flynn home. And we’ll talk it all out.” He practically ran the rest of the way. “I love you, too.”



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Saturday, 7 April 2018

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Travel through time & unravel the mystery of Cairnnon Castle

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