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In celebration of my upcoming Sin Bin release, Haka Ever After. I decided to do a small flash fiction event. Today’s the second one titled, Cheese Addicts Anonymous. It features Freddie & Tens from The Caretaker.
Waving a hand absently, Taine tried to dislodge whatever had slapped him in the face. He’d barely drifted off when it whacked him again. The lack of snickering from Freddie made him slowly wake himself up.
With a groggy grunt, Taine opened his eyes in the middle of the night to find himself in bed alone. Well, not completely alone. Freddie’s monster of a cat sat firmly on his chest. One paw continued to periodically poke him in the face, which explained what had been the cause of waking up so early.
“All right, you obnoxious beast.” Taine plucked Bitsy off his chest to avoid being cat-slapped for the umpteenth time. “Let’s go find our wayward Freddie.”
Padding barefoot through their house, Taine checked the bathroom, spare bedrooms, and office. Where’s he gone? He eventually found Freddie in the kitchen.
What in the world is he doing?
Is he actually… where the hell is my phone?
Quietly retracing his steps, Taine grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He had every intention of obtaining video proof to use to tease Freddie. Bitsy definitely deserved the most massive piece of tuna he could find for the cat.
With phone recording, Taine watched his beloved Freddie hold a small grater in one hand and a block of cheese in the other. He had his head tilted back with his arms up, grating the cheddar straight into his mouth. It was like being David Attenborough and observing a rare species in their natural habitat.
And here we have a lone cheese addict, partaking in his secretive ritual never before seen by man.
Taine stared in pure amusement as Freddie grated his favourite cheddar cheese directly into his mouth. “Is this what you get up to when I’m asleep?”
Freddie froze mid-grate and peered over at Taine with wide eyes. “Hello.”
“Do we need to talk about your addiction?” He chuckled at the flush on Freddie’s cheeks. “Is there a Cheese Addicts Anonymous out there? Twelve steps to resisting the siren call of cheddar?”
“You’re not funny.” Freddie set the grater on the counter. “I was hungry.”
“And grating cheddar into your mouth seemed the most logical way to solve the problem?” Taine leaned against the counter. “Is this what you do every night when I fall asleep?”
“Not every night.” Freddie toyed with the grater.
“Do you dream about me grating cheese into your mouth?” Taine watched Freddie turn immediately to clean up the counter. “Am I naked or wearing a tongue? Are we going to need to get a chaise lounge for you to recline on?”
“Tens,” Freddie groaned. “Can’t you pretend this never happened?”
“Coc y gath.” Freddie finished washing the grater and set it aside. He moved to rewrap the cheddar, returning it to the fridge. “I should be glad you didn’t capture photographic evidence. You didn’t, did you?”
“Freddie, I need to ask you a serious question.” Taine moved further into the kitchen. “How often do you do this?”
“Cach.” Freddie dropped his head in his hands, continuing to matter himself in Welsh. “Not often.”
“Frederick.” He fought hard not to burst out laughing at how red Freddie had gone.
“Will you tell me if I promise to grate cheese into your mouth while naked?” He grinned when Freddie’s head popped up. “And I’m the kinky one?”
“Yes, you are.”
‘How much wanking have you done to this cheese grating fantasy you have?” Taine figured if he had to wake up at an ungodly hour, he might as well amuse himself.
“Taine Afoa.” Freddie attempted to dart by him. “I’m going to sleep.”
Taine caught Freddie by the arm, dragging him into his arms and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of him. “That’s not an answer.”
Coc y gath – The cat’s willy (Or – Bollocks)
Cachu hwch – Pig’s poo (It’s all gone wrong)
Cach – Shit
For more on Freddie & Taine, be sure to check out their story, The Caretaker – Book Two of The Sin Bin & the upcoming Haka Ever After.
Cheese Addicts Anonymous © 2018 by Dahlia Donovan
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In celebration of my upcoming Sin Bin release, Haka Ever After. I decided to do a small flash fiction event. Today’s the first one, titled Nice Arse. It features two characters I get asked about a lot — Remi Chardin and his lovely wife, Sarah Chardin.
“Who’s he, then?” Sarah leaned forward in her seat to see over the rows of rugby fans in front of her. “He’s a hairy beast. Nice arse on him.”
“Remi Chardin. Captain of the French team.” Ivan reached a hand out to drag her back into her seat when she stood up. “Heard he’s taking up a coaching position in the next year or so in England. Supposedly he’s friends with some of the British team. He’s a brilliant player.”
“I thought you hated the French team.” Sarah had been shocked when Ivan actually accepted her invitation to the Italy vs. France game in Paris. She hadn’t been surprised when he spent the entire time complaining. “If you’re going to grumble at me under your breath again, why’d you bother coming with me at all?”
Each year, she’d watched her brother turn more and more into an angry recluse who closely resembled their father. The trip had been her idea to goad him into a better mood. It hadn’t worked.
Ivan was as unreachable in Paris as at home. Her gaze returned to the bearded Frenchman with a sigh. Well, at least I have someone to ogle with Mr Rain Cloud sitting beside me.
By the time the game ended, Sarah had realised she’d spent the entire time watching Remi Chardin. He stood taller and broader than most of the men on the filed with long, wild dark brown hair that bled into his beard. The French Captain seemed more ancient warrior than rugby player.
“Want to go—”
“No.” Ivan cut her off instantly. “We’re going to the hotel.”
“Already?” She’d assumed they’d see the city a little. “It’s barely four in the afternoon. It’s Paris. I mean, Paris. We can’t spend the entire day in the hotel.”
“And?” Ivan shouldered his way through the throngs of fans trying to exit, leaving an easy path for his sister in his wake. “What’s to see?”
“The Eiffel Tower? Museums? Shops? Actual French macarons and patisserie.” Sarah planned to eat her weight before returning home. “Don’t you want to explore with me?”
Once they made it safely out of the stadium, Ivan stormed off toward the hotel to brood. Moody twit. Sarah had no intentions of wasting the day inside. In the end, she thought it a blessing in disguise since her brother would’ve ruined her fun.
Not wanting to get lost in a crush of other tourists, Sarah wandered the streets around their hotel after seeing the Eiffel Tower. She indulged in an embarrassingly large number of pastries and more coffee than was probably good for her. It had been a dream in her teens to spend weeks in Paris, but she thought she had a better appreciation for the city now in her twenties.
As the sun started to set on the city of lights, Sarah wanted a warm meal before dealing with her brother. Ivan tended to play the protective older brother almost as badly as their eldest brother, George, did. She needed more than coffee and sweets to put him in his place.
She found, of all things, a cosy Irish pub. Midway through her half glass of wine and salmon, a crowd of boisterous men came stumbling inside. Their accents made her think they’d come from London, and she groaned internally when several of them spotted her sitting alone.
Not now, please don’t ruin my beautiful day with your nonsense.
“Buy you a drink, love?”
Sarah lifted her glass. “I’ve got one. Thanks.”
“Buy you another one?”
“Stuck up twat.”
Sarah got to her feet, appetite gone. She started toward the door only to find her path block. “Could you move?”
“I just want to buy you a drink.” He had definitely had more than enough liquid courage. “What’s the harm?”
“I don’t want any trouble.” Sarah tried to back away from the drunks only to find herself in a far corner of the pub out of the view of the staff. She cursed her decision to visit a pub and not stick with a fancy restaurant. “Let go of my arm.”
The aggressive drunk leered toward her only to be yanked away from her a second later. He was sent careening into his friends. They stumbled into a wall of sober, muscled men who seemed familiar to her.
With a lot of shouting in French and English, the drunks cleared out fairly quickly. Sarah gripped the table to her left with her hands shaking. She breathed through her need to vomit up her dinner.
“Tout va bien?”
Sarah found herself face to chest with Remi Chardin and her half a glass of wine gave her the idiotic courage to blurt out her first thought. “You’ve a really nice arse.”
His dark brown eyes stared intensely at her. “Merci.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” She hoped the dark lighting in the pub hid the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks and the slight trembling of her fingers. “As a way of saying thanks for being my hero.”
“Are you in Paris for long?”
“No.” Sarah found herself being led across the pub to a different secluded corner that had couches. She waved at what appeared to be most of the French rugby team. “Just another day.”
“Pity.” Remi ordered a fresh glass of wine for her and a beer for himself before guiding her to sit with him on one of the leather sofas. “Can I change your mind? I haven’t had enough time to tell if you’re as vibrant as your hair.”
“Red. Not ginger.” Remi made the word red sound sexual in a way that had Sarah chugging down her wine. “Surely another day won’t matter?”
And he said day as though he meant week.
Sarah bent forward, with the impulsive courage that had run in her family for years, and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. “Want to show me Paris?”
Nice Arse © 2018 by Dahlia Donovan
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Found You by Dahlia Donovan
Kent Casado has lost everything that defined him: his construction business, his husband, his home, and his fortune. He went from one of the first gay men to marry in Colorado, to the first to be divorced. Crushed and alone, his only recourse is to move into a hurricane-damaged cottage in Key West, but his troubles seem to follow him to the beach paradise.
Dusk “Doctor Dusky” Keller has never allowed himself to be defined by anyone or anything. Growing up in the Keys with his hippie parents, he ran an animal hospital until a hurricane destroyed it. He never expects to fall straight into lust with an uptight stranger who he sees on his daily beach walks.
Satisfied with a prolonged one-night stand, neither expects to plummet from casual to complicated.
Losing You by Gen Ryan
After a tragic accident, aspiring pro-surfer Brad Morris leaves his hometown of California to try to forget his pain. Unable to swim or surf since his loss, he focuses on a new career as a car mechanic and restorer. After years of struggling, Brad finally agrees to get help and attempts to gain back the parts of himself he lost that day in the ocean.
Colton James gave his all to his partner, Ben, but his all wasn’t enough. Dumped after buying Ben’s dream home, he buries himself further in his career as a police officer. But when he meets Brad, all bets are off, and Colton begins to question what’s more important: a job, or the one you love?
Clouded by their pasts, will both men be able to see beyond those they lost in order to have a future together?
Still You by Amy K. McClung
For Eden, life revolves around making sure his sister and niece are taken care of while building his landscaping business. Love certainly hasn’t been a priority. From the moment he meets his new client, his outlook on what’s important changes.
For Adam, the last two years have been spent helping his best friend, Maggie, grieve for her late husband while helping take care of her kids. Between his work at the hospital, and supporting his friend, finding time for himself has not been his priority. When Eden knocks on his door one summer morning, he knows life will never be the same.
Mistakes and misunderstandings are always difficult to navigate. Can Adam convince Eden he’s still the only man for him before it’s too late?
It’s my birthday today so I decided to celebrate with a massive sale. All of my books are on sale.
The Wanderer, The Caretaker, and After the Scrum are all at 50%.
You’ll find The Misguided Confession and Found you at .99c.
The Blackbird Anthology is free on Amazon.
Also, I’m giving away an After the Scrum tote filled with book swag (that I got at the RT Convention earlier this month) as well as a signed paperback.
If the rafflecopter widget isn’t working, you can click the link below to enter the giveaway:
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From today until December 24th, I’ll be featuring various authors (and others) on my blog who will share holiday stories, bits of their books, and all sorts of things. Hope everyone comes each day to hang out. At the bottom of each daily post will be the link to the giveaway on rafflecopter, so be sure to check it out.
I have one holiday tradition that I’ve kept for probably the last ten years or more. I watch one Christmas movie on Dec 24th in the evening while eating snacks and playing Rummy with my husband. We try to watch a new one (since my hubby doesn’t care to rewatch movies.) Not sure what we’re going to watch this year, I might pick an old favourite–A Christmas Carol.
I’ve seen almost every adaptation of it. My favourites are the George C. Scott and the Patrick Stewart ones. The first is a classic and the second–I’ve always felt Patrick Stweart brought this amazing realness to Scrooge. The scene where he laughs for the first time is a bit of brilliant acting.
On the other hand, I’m not really a fond of the cartoon versions or the muppet one. *shrugs* It doesn’t do anything for me. I will say, the more recent one with Jim Carrey was spectacular.
Do you have a favourite holiday movie?
The Massive Giveaway with loads of Prizes.
Masquerade is an Ivy short from the Blackbird series.
As the months have gone by since Ivy and her wolves bonded, hints have continually been dropped about moving in together and marriage. It’s unfortunate then that the romantic proposal which Ivy had hoped for never quite arrived. Her two alpha wolves instead merely demand her hand in marriage.
Suitably unimpressed, Ivy tells her gits to bugger off and hops on a private jet for a swanky masked ball in Monte Carlo with Alicia, Alim and Dane.
Can Steve and Gareth find the right words to win the yes from her lips?
You just never know who or what you’ll find at a masquerade.
Available for pre-order at Amazon.