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  How Was He Supposed To Know?
Why does Reece need to carry a color chart on a night out? When his bandana gets him into trouble, longtime-crush Lane saves the day, turning Reece's world--and future--upside down.

Who knew the bandana Reece wears and uses on his family dairy farm could cause so much trouble? Reece's main company is his family and the cattle. So, when the opportunity for a night off arises, he grabs it with both hands and heads for the only gay club within fifty miles.

Reece has had a crush on Lane--one of the bartenders--forever. But Lane's leaving town at the end of the week. What good would come of hooking up with him now? Should that stop Reece from going home with Lane and finding out what Lane's bandana really means?

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  Ash Gray: Blurred Clarity

What
happens when good and evil don’t so much collide as merely annoy each
other? Which, when young men are involved, quite often means that they
really want to get to know each other.

Ash, a low level demon,
and Cas, a low level angel, become aware of each other -- in more ways
than one -- and set out to prove that good and evil can exist in close
contact, even complementing each other. They blur the lines and cross
them frequently with surprising and almost devastating results.
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27 Woodlake Drive

Apartment 1 jamie2109 - Luke and Jeremy - fake boyfriends, frustration, work, manipulative, church, bitches.
Apartment 2 idamus - Jack and Peter - loss, 'Did we win the lottery?', babysitting
Apartment 3 aishabintjamil - Clive and Anthony - puffin, anaconda, arowana, purple
Apartment 4 kim620 - Noah & Billy - boxes, feathers, rolling pin
Apartment 5 slavetopassion - Samson and Cole - doorbell, cake dish, candle
Apartment 6 rapidess - Max and Dave - van, fan
Apartment 7 mraiya - Adam and Spoon - common loon, muskrat, cattails
Apartment 8 marasmine - Chuck and Hank (and Bubba) - rope dog toy, guitar, rain

29 Woodlake Drive

Apartment 1 uniquepov - Stephen and Jesse - "What exactly is that?", handcuffs, cinnamon
Apartment 2 jmcartwright - Sirius and Kevin - Sinbad, dolphin, ecstasy, coughdrop

HALLOWEEN AT 27 WOODLAKE DRIVE AND 29 WOODLAKE DRIVE

27 Woodlake Drive

As is usual for rental accommodation, nothing stays static for very long. People move on, new people move in, friends are lost - not always forever - and new friends are made. Over the past few months, 27 Woodlake Drive has seen its own share of changes.

Rusty and Dirk regretfully moved out of their long term lease apartment. Dirk's employers gave him a long awaited promotion that entailed a move to New York city. They now have a cozy house on Long Island, near the beach.

Sergei and Morgan had to break the lease. Sergei had to return to Italy, where his family still reside. His mother wasn't at all well and it didn't look like she'd see the end of the year. The family returned to be with her as often as they could, and Sergei and Morgan actually managed to find work so they could stay for a few months.

Peregrine and Chad moved to Texas where Peregrine was able to get work experience with a large animal vet that tended horses, sheep and cows on the nearby ranches. Chad was suddenly a lone Mets supporter in the midst of a sea of Rangers fans. He didn't care.

Brett and Jonah decided that their lifestyle wasn't really conducive to living in an apartment. Their neighbors were very tolerant, but it was difficult for Jonah to exercise the control, he wanted in such a small area when he couldn't take Brett outside, naked. They moved to a quiet and isolated - but comfortable - cabin with a large basement, in the Adirondacks.


Apartment 1

Jeremy lay back on the couch and watched the bandage that was wrapped around his foot unravel and slide down his leg. "I guess it is nice to go out somewhere and be together."

Luke nodded agreement and caught the bandage. He wound it back along Jeremy's calf and fastened it under his toes. "Don't tell me you're finally becoming fed up with being Caroline's fake boyfriend. I told you that idea would get old, fast."

Jeremy grimaced. "But it did keep all those manipulative church bitches off my case while I was there."

"Well, you're back now. You've served your internship or whatever they call it. No more rushing off to work in those third world places."

"Dunno about that, big guy. It was enlightening. Once I got over the frustration of the lack of facilities and hygiene, I really felt like I was doing a good thing, y'know?"

Luke nodded. "I know that. But it sounds like you're thinking of going back."

"If they want me, yes. But this time, I want you with me." Jeremy stretched, trying to loosen some of the bandages wrapped around him. "Caroline seems to have forgotten we are fake lovers and is talking about becoming a mummy."

"I hope that's not the only reason."

"As if." Jeremy rolled his eyes, the only part of his face that was showing clearly. "No, there's sex, the fact that someone who knows horticulture will be in demand, sex, your knowledge of plants, sex, being with you and, in case I forgot to mention it before, sex."

"What about Caroline and her dreams of becoming a mummy?"

"I'll let her down gently. She knows the score. I'm sure she'll have no trouble finding a real boyfriend."

"Good." Luke kissed Jeremy's gauze covered lips. "It's gonna be so much fun unravelling you."


Apartment 2

"Did we win the lottery?" Peter called - as he always did - and pushed the front door closed behind him before dropping his briefcase on the floor. Substitute teaching could be such a chore, sometimes. Never knowing what school you would be at from week to week.

"Not this week," Jack replied, from the bedroom.

Peter laid his Halloween costume over the back of the couch and entered the bedroom.

"Hi, love." Jack stopped admiring himself in the full length mirror and literally wound himself around Peter, as if Peter were one of those poles on his stage. "Babysitting over for the day?"

"Mmm," Peter mumbled absently while Jack expertly felt him up and kissed him. Briefly mourning the loss of his sweet, shy and unworldly boyfriend, Peter decided to enjoy his armful of sexy, worldly, exhibitionist Jack, and carried him to the bed. Jack was, after all, nearly naked.

"Don't ruin my costume." Jack squealed when Peter dropped him on the unmade bed.

"Costume?" Peter stopped, mid tie removal, and stared at Jack, who was wearing a skimpy pair of red sparkly shorts and a black bow-tie. "That's not your costume for tonight?"

"I'm a demon."

"No! No way." Peter deflated, all thoughts of a quickie fleeing, along with his libido. "I don't need Hank ogling your... your... everything."

"Spoilsport." Jack laughed and sat up. "Kidding, love. This is for Pepper's tomorrow night. Tonight I'm going to be modest." He rolled off the bed and pulled a garment bag from the closet. Unzipping it revealed a furry coat and trousers. "Very covered up, I'm an Eskimo."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "The only gay Eskimo in your tribe?"

"Sad, but true."

"Looks like I'll have to rescue you."


Apartment 3

Clive took one look at Anthony when Anthony arrived home, and shuddered. Anthony's cheeks were puffed up like a chipmunk storing nuts, and his eyes were almost closed.

"Sit... sit. Whatever's the matter?" Clive ushered Anthony to his favorite arm chair.

"I know. I look like a puffin," Anthony grumbled. "I think it's the mold in the new block next door. That and the sheetrock dust."

Clive shook his head. "Sweetheart, I don't know if I can fix this. I have some of that soothing eye gel from Asia. You know, the one with arowana extract? That might help."

"Anything, lover. You know I trust you."

"And eye-drops?" Clive mused. "Really, sweetheart, you should see a doctor. I doubt anything I have will help, you need something medicated."

"I don't have time to see a doctor, not tonight," Anthony wailed. "Have to get ready for the party. Those anaconda skin boots have been calling my name all week."

Clive tsked. "You should be staying home tonight."

"Sacrilege! I will not miss a party and the chance to get to know all our new neighbors better. I'll see how your cream and eye-drops go, then I'll try to incorporate it in to my costume."

"I could always paint you purple, and you could go as Lady Gaga." Clive would find some flowers and sticks to adorn Anthony's hair, and he was sure there was a skimpy costume somewhere at the back of the closet.

"I don't think so, sweetness. I'll just wear very dark glasses."

"And keep bumping into things? You won't have any idea who you're talking to."

"Oh, it's hopeless," Anthony flung his hands in the air. "I'll just stay here, by myself and wallow in self pity."

Clive looked heavenward, not that the guys in apartment seven could help him. "You're such a drama queen. Shush! I can disguise all this with make-up, and you can be a zombie."

Anthony brightened immediately. "A cowboy zombie. You're a genius, sweetling. I won't even joke about eating your brains."

"Good thing, too." Clive disappeared into the bedroom to find his heavy concealer and foundation.

"But later, I might have to eat you."


Apartment 4

"Where's the rolling pin?" Billy yelled over the screaming vocals of Gerard Way, hoping Noah would hear him, and hoping the rest of the block weren't bothered by the loud rock.

Noah appeared in the doorway. "Why? Thinking of whipping up an apple pie? Please?"

"Ha! Funny. No. I want to go to this party as a pastry chef."

"That's hardly a costume. You are a pastry chef."

Billy nodded, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Brilliant, huh? I need a costume, quick. And I have one."

"Good point," Noah conceded. "It'll be in one of the boxes we haven't unpacked, I guess."

"Roll on the weekend when we'll have some time to unpack and get things a little more organized." Billy pulled the tape off a box marked 'kitchen stuff' and delved through it. "Have you found a costume?"

"Guess I can't go as an IT tech, can I?"

"Not really." Billy pulled a feather quill from the box. "If we had a few more of these, you could go as Pocahontas."

"Don't think so. He was a girl." Noah laughed and smoothed his T-shirt over his torso. "Not sure I'd pass."

Billy laughed, too. "The boy one then. Forgot his name."

"Sitting Bull? Crazy Horse?"

"Something like that." Billy looked up from his rummaging. "You could. Be a brave rather than a chief. Stick the quill here..." He demonstrated by pushing the feather behind Noah's ear.

With some of Noah's niece's beads, that had somehow been packed - she must have been visiting on packing day - strung around his neck and waist, the feather in his black hair, and those beige moleskin trousers that Billy hated, Noah would make a fine Indian. With thoughts of the rolling pin out of mind now, Billy dragged Noah to the bedroom.

"And afterwards, I get to pluck you."


Apartment 5

Samson scowled at his reflection. Whoever heard of a redheaded super hero? Although - he turned in front of the mirror and ran his hands down his lycra clad body - he did like the way the costume fit. One of the best things about having a small build - and a tough Dom - meant he stayed slim and didn't get flabby.

The doorbell rang and, instead of answering the door, Samson turned away from the mirror and dropped to his knees, quickly centering himself. Cole's key rattled in the lock, the door opened and closed and, within a minute, Cole was in the room, bringing the crisp smell of the outdoors with him.

"You had a productive day, pet?" he asked, stroking his fingers through Samson's hair.

"Yes, Sir." Eyes downcast, Samson couldn't resist pushing his head against Cole's hand.

Cole's fingers trailed down Samson's neck, stopping to pull gently on the silver collar nestled there, and slipped under the lycra at Samson's shoulder. "Your costume for tonight? Stand up, let me see."

In one fluid movement, Samson stood, feeling his Master's gaze travel along his body.

"Very nice, pet. I do like lycra, it has definite appeal." Cole's hand cupped Samson's obvious bulge. "One wonders how Superman and Spiderman managed to keep their minds on the job."

"I don't think they worked together, Sir." Samson smiled.

"Probably a good thing." Cole kissed Samson. "Did you make anything to take tonight?"

"Red Velvet cake, Sir." That would get him extra praise. Cole's favorite cake was Red Velvet; and this one Samson had decorated specially for Halloween with spider webs and spiders made from black cake decorating gel. Yes, he was pleased with himself. "It's on the cake dish on the kitchen counter. Under the blue cover."

"Uh-huh." Cole kissed the tip of Samson's nose. "What's under the other one?"

"Another cake, the same but with candles instead of spiders." Samson peeked up at his Dom. "Happy Birthday, Sir."

"Don't tell anyone else."

Samson smirked. "What's in it for me?" He knew he was playing with fire, but he hadn't been punished for a while and longed to feel the bite of a crop against his bum.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what's in it for you with that cheek, pet. And for doing it on purpose, I should strip you and take you to this party as my submissive."

"That's not really dressing up, Sir." Samson didn't really mind if Cole went through with his threat.

"It is when the rest of them aren't scene." Cole grinned. "But it would be more like undressing, for you."


Apartment 6

"Hi, honey. I'm home," Max called as he slammed the front door of the apartment behind him. As usual. He doubted he'd get used to closing it gently now; he and Dave had been living here for eight months.

He crossed to Dave, who was arranging flowers and leaves in a crystal vase, and crushed him in a huge hug.

Dave squeaked as the air left his lungs. "Hi, love."

Without letting go of Dave, Max indicated the flowers. "Nice. What's it for?"

Dave struggled in Max's embrace and Max loosened his grip.

"They were left over at work. No way they'd survive 'til tomorrow, so I brought them home. Thought they might make an interesting decoration for the party tonight."

"Yeah... about that," Max hedged. "Do I have to go?"

"Why?"

Max shrugged and let go of Dave. "Tired... dunno. There was a really bad accident out on the highway this afternoon. A green Ford van, just like yours, on its side and partially under a semi." Max took a deep breath. "Just for a moment, I thought it was yours..."

"It wasn't." Dave pulled Max to him. "You know how careful I am."

"I know." Max sniffed. "It's just that you're on the road just about everyday, and I see so much carnage..." He kissed Dave. "I'm terrified that one day, it might be you."

"I can't say it won't be," Dave said. "But either way, you can't go around thinking that. You're on the roads everyday, too, driving a lot faster than I do. And sometimes under way more dangerous conditions."

"But-"

"There is no difference, not really. All I can do is promise you I'll be as careful as I can. Do you think I want you rescuing me?" Dave grinned and let go of Max, turning back to his flower arranging. "I'd never hear the end of it."

"Ha ha, funny man. You're wasted as a florist. Your fans are all waiting for at The Improv."

"What can I say? You're so lucky I stay here with you."


Apartment 7

"So, Starbuck Peter Oscar Oswald Northington, shall we get out of bed and get ready for this party?" Adam lazily ran his fingers up his lover's spine.

"Oh, God, don't call me that." Spoon - as he was colloquially known - shivered and pinched one of Adam's nipples. "Or I might let it slip that your name is Adam Horatio Oliver Leonard Everett."

Adam cringed. As if Horatio wasn't bad enough, when his mother remarried - when he was six - his surname changed from Milne to Everett. Once he'd figured out what the initials spelt, he hadn't told anyone his full name. Anyone until he'd met Spoon, of course, and wondered about the man's odd name.

Now they enjoyed having acronyms as names, but only in private.

"Truce then," Adam suggested, as he always did. "No-one needs to know our sordid secrets."

"Like how you dress up as a muskrat and sing to me."

"Sshh, that must never be mentioned. Much like your love for running around naked in the cattails."

"That was only once and we were very drunk."

Adam laughed. It had only been the once, same as the muskrat thing, but it seemed their life together was going to be full of these unusual 'onces'. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I better get dressed. I'll use my real fake plastic rifle to get rid of those loons that make a noise in the mornings."

"Common loons. The rare ones are surprisingly quiet."

"That's because they don't exist." Adam dropped Spoon's Ninja costume on the bed. "C'mon, get dressed. And if you're very lucky, we can go sneaking around the cattails looking for common loons and muskrats."

Spoon laughed. "And probably get arrested. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"


Apartment 8

"A guitar Hank?" Chuck's eyebrows rose as his lover walked into their apartment, a clothing bag slung over one shoulder and a guitar in his fist. "I do hope you're not going to be serenading young Jack."

"Oh, ha ha. It'd serve both you and Pete right if we ran away together."

"It would." Chuck was sure that Hank saw right through his contriteness. "So, why the guitar?"

"Part of my costume."

"Jimi Hendrix. Never was a fan."

"Nope."

"You're going to make me guess? Honey, I'm a mathematician. I do accounts and tax reports all day. Pre-school was a long time ago."

"C'mon guess." Hank smiled. "If you're right, you get a prize."

"A guitar for a clue?" Chuck rolled his eyes. Yeah, no problem. "Um, Paul McCartney, Jimmy Page, Angus Young, Slash, Randy Rhoades, Eddie Van Halen, Pete Townsend, Mark Knopfler, Brian May, Carlos Santana, Ry Cooder, Steve Vai, Joe Satriani?"

Hank sighed. "Think older."

"Chuck Berry?" Chuck sighed. "No idea, love. Perhaps you could just tell me and then stun me with a rendition of 'Singing in the Rain'."

"You're close." Hank cleared his throat. "I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed. On the lowly gypsum weed. Back in the saddle again."

"That singing cowboy dude. Can't remember his name."

"Gene Autry."

"I think Gene Simmons would be better."

"Nah, the make-up is too messy."

"That's not what you said last night." Chuck scritched Bubba behind the ears and picked up the soggy rope dog-toy to throw.

Hank laughed. "I believe I said I wanted to tie you up and have my wicked way with you."

"Are you sure? I think I would have remembered that." Chuck lobbed the toy and Bubba thundered after it, crashing into the coffee table on the way.

"Well then." Hank leaned over and brushed his lips against Chuck's. "Let me repeat, I want to tie you to the bedposts and have my wicked, wicked way with you."

"Don't remember hearing it, still. But okay. After the party, loverboy."

Bubba bought his toy back and dropped it on Chuck's feet.

"Bubba going to be your horse?"

"Nah, lover. I thought I might ride you."


29 Woodlake Drive

As can often be the case with a successful idea, the apartments at 27 Woodlake Drive - while frequently changing tenants - were rarely empty for long. Such was the demand for apartments in the area that were gay friendly, the strata corporation bought the block next door to number 27.

29 Woodlake Drive is a smaller block of apartments that had been empty for a while. They are slowly being renovated and tenants are moving in.


Apartment 1

Stephen stomped into the apartment he shared with Jesse. Between them, they were employed as the supers for both 27 and 29 Woodlake Drive. They were responsible for the evening's Halloween party. Or rather, Jesse was. Stephen, having only been in America for ten months, was fairly new to this Halloween rigmarole.

"The marquee's been delivered and they're putting it up. Front lawn, right?" he asked Jesse.

"The marquee?" Jesse marched to the front door. "What the hell is a fucking marquee doing on the front lawn?"

"A tent thing. Y'know, in case it rains. Now we just have to get this portable barbie out there and she'll be apples."

Jesse's shoulders relaxed - briefly. "What exactly is that? She'll be apples? Are we barbecuing apples? That's just gross."

"What?" Stephen grinned. "No, love. Just meant that it'll be okay. Although..."

Jesse turned and faced Stephen, a crooked smile in place. "I need a translator. I think there's an app for that..."

"I'll grill that fucking Apple." Stephen laughed and made a grab for Jesse's iPhone. "Might even add some cinnamon."

"Nah, no apples." Jesse said with a horrendous Australian accent. "We'll just put some shrimp on the barbie."

"Fuck's sake." Stephen wound his arm around Jesse's neck. "They're prawns. Paul Hogan has got a lot to answer for with that one. And I. Don't. Talk. Like. That!"

Jesse laughed, holding his Apple out of reach with one hand while trying to tickle Stephen with the other. "You sound so much sexier than Paul Hogan. A prawn is a jumbo shrimp."

Stephen let go of Jesse's neck. "Shrimp are bait. You don't eat them, your food does."

"Let's agree to disagree." Jesse's fingertips slid under Stephen's T-shirt. "Did you pick up the beer? It's our first 'event' as the new supers - don't want to run out too soon."

"Enough beer to get us all pissed. We won't run out." Stephen pulled his T-shirt over his head. "Everything's running smoothly."

Jesse let his fingertips trail along Stephen's chest. "You have to stop saying pissed. I keep thinking you're angry about something and not just drunk."

"In some cases, it's the same thing." Stephen's fingers unfastened Jesse's jeans, reaching inside. "Doesn't your costume come with handcuffs?"

Jesse's breath hitched as Stephen made contact with his cock. "Wouldn't be a productive cop without 'em."

"Hmmm." Stephen's hand lazily stroked Jesse's cock. "You Americans love chucking those things on anyone. How naughty will I have to be?"

"Depends on how pissed I am." Jesse's slowly thrust against Stephen's hand. "As soon as we're able to leave, I'll slap the 'cuffs on you and read you your rights."

"Let's just skip the reading thing. We all know I won't stay silent."

"Ah, resisting arrest. It'll be a pleasure to manhandle you."


Apartment 2

"Yo-ho, I am Sinbad!" Kevin declared as he leapt through the doorway.

Sirius choked on hid coffee and he watched Kevin prance about through watering eyes. "Don't do that," he managed to gasp.

Kevin merely raised his eyebrows. "That sounds nasty. Want a coughdrop?"

"No. I want you to stop leaping out from behind things and scaring the bejeezus out of me."

"Sorry." Kevin said, even though Sirius knew he wasn't. It'd happen again and again. "So, like my costume?"

"You look like a harem girl. It's very flamboyant."

Kevin smoothed the black, scarlet and gold vest and shook his leg in the scarlet puffy pants. "Sinbad. You know, friend to penguins, dolphins, whales and clown fish. Savior of the seven seas, conqueror of... evil things."

"As long as you believe it, love." Sirius stood and shrugged out of his jacket, revealing a tattered prison uniform in the classic black and white stripes, what appeared to be heavy chain handcuffs hanging from one wrist, and a ball and chain fastened around his right ankle. "Guess who I am?"

"George Clooney? From that movie... where he sings?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, so no. Think 'film that everyone has heard of'."

"The Defiant Ones? You're much hotter than Tony Curtis."

"Thank you and what? Who are you and where's the man I love? Think Harry Potter films. Come on, who am I? You'll love it."

"I can't help it that I love all movies, even the cheesy ones." Kevin sighed. "You're Sirius - very clever. Maybe I should change and go as that Lupin fellow."

"Mmm." Sirius sauntered over to Kevin and unsnapped his vest, his fingers trailing down Kevin's chest. "My sexy werewolf lover... if the fanfics are to be believed."

"At least the fanfics don't leave you for dead."

"Some do." Sirius fingers dipped under the waistband of Kevin's puffy trousers and grabbed his cock. "Hmm, plenty of room in these. Would a hard-on be noticed, I wonder."

"You'd make me walk about the party with a raging hard-on?" Kevin pouted. "I never knew you could be so cruel."

"But," Sirius started, and slid his hand along Kevin's shaft. "Think of the ecstasy when I finally close my mouth around you."



Later at the party, a Mummy was slowly unravelling. There were bets being placed as to whether Mummys wore boxer shorts, briefs or went commando. Luke knew and wasn't letting on, and also knew that when he got his Mummy home, he'd be commando.

Despite what Peter had said about Jack's stripper's costume, Jack still wore it to the party – under his Eskimo suit. That little g-string and nothing else. He was now trying to work out if he could incorporate the Eskimo suit into his act for Pepper's.

Anthony was a hit as a cowboy zombie. He socialized and flirted all evening and everyone thought he was lovely. Clive's make-up was so good that no-one knew Anthony had anything wrong with his eyes. He decided to go to the doctor the next day, though. After all, he couldn't appear day after day looking like a chipmunk/puffin.

At some stage during the evening, Noah the Indian brave was wearing Jack's Eskimo coat. The weather had turned chilly as the evening wore on and Noah couldn't be bothered going to his apartment for his coat. He'd managed to coax Jack into lending him the Eskimo jacket by pointing out that, as they were both Native Americans, they were practically family and should therefore help each other out. Jack had laughed and handed the jacket over - for a while. It was now back in Jack's possession and Noah was wearing Billy's ski jacket, which was the warmest jacket he could find until they unpacked properly.

Samson behaved perfectly, which was nothing less than Cole expected - and demanded. He was much admired in his lycra suit and almost everyone wanted to know his diet and exercise regime. At some stage, Cole had stepped in and after that, everyone wanted to know more about the BDSM lifestyle. Most were surprised that the way Cole and Samson chose to live was so different from the way Brett and Jonah were. Samson promised he never made any noise at home and that they'd never see him naked. Some were upset at that revelation.

Max enjoyed himself, but was a little subdued all evening. Dave just put it down to the stresses of his job and the horrors he saw on an almost daily basis. It was bound to get to him sooner or later. Max joined in conversations, met and socialized with all the new neighbors - and the old ones - laughing and joking at all the right times, so no-one but Dave saw how hard it was for him. Dave, too, circulated and socialized, but also kept an eye on his boyfriend. At the first sign of Max cracking, Dave would whisk him away and put him to bed, only too happy to curl up under the covers with him.

Spoon and Adam ran amok. Almost everyone had been surprised by Ninja Spoon leaping out at them from behind a tree, bush or potted palm. Adam, dressed as a hunter, had spent half his time stalking Spoon and the other half stalking anyone else, even going as far as stalking and capturing his food - which was quite dead. Neither Spoon nor Adam drank alcohol, which had everyone speculating if it might quiet them down a bit. But it was agreed that they were fun, and a good floor-show, especially with that rendition of Muskrat Love.

Hank had surprised Chuck when he played guitar for Spoon and Adam's song. After that, he'd played a few old standards, encouraging others to sing along if they knew the words. Chuck had blushed and tried to hide under one of the potted palms when Hank had serenaded him with Love Me Tender. Everyone joined in with that one, of course. Bubba didn't care for all the noise, and stole a lonely sausage to eat outside the marquee in peace and quiet. And while he was out there, he'd see what he could do about ridding himself of those stupid demon horns Chuck had made him wear.

Contrary to his half hearted threat, Sirius took care of Kevin's hard on before they appeared at the party. They were the last to arrive, but quickly made up for it by socializing and drinking as much as everyone else. No-one was able to accurately guess Sirius' costume - or Kevin's - which just made Sirius laugh and refer to his boyfriend as his harem girl all evening.

Jesse and Stephen congratulated themselves on masterminding a brilliant party. Everything ran smoothly, everyone socialized, there was plenty of food and beer. Stephen had to explain himself on so many occasions, Chuck suggested writing an Aussie to American dictionary.

The music had been turned down to a polite level, as it was nearing two in the morning. The men sat in small groups, talking, laughing and still enjoying the cool evening. Max, who had become more and more withdrawn all evening, suddenly stood and tapped his beer bottle. All the attention was on him at once.

"Um... oh, shit," Max started, blushing furiously. "I just, um... I'm sure you all know I don't usually do this sort of thing." He grinned, sheepishly.

"What sort of thing?" Anthony asked. "Dress as a pirate? Because, honey, you definitely should. All the time."

Clive shushed his boyfriend as Max felt his tension ease and the others laughed.

"Thanks Anthony, I'll keep that in mind. But for now, and I really do hope to only be doing this once..." He cleared his throat and turned to Dave. "I've got no speech planned, I didn't even plan this, but," he took a deep breath, "Iloveyouwillyoumarryme?"

The silence in the marquee was absolute. As one, the audience focus went from Max to Dave, who looked stunned. They waited expectantly for what seemed like ages.

"I can't believe..." Dave mumbled. "You, um... you just asked me to... shouldn't we discuss it, or something?"

"What's to discuss?" Chuck, usually the practical one, asked. "You love him?"

Dave grinned and nodded. He stood and moved into Max's embrace, kissing him soundly. "Yes, let's do it. As soon as possible."

"Woohoo!" Lead by Anthony, the place erupted into hugs and hand shakes and pats on the back. New life had been injected into everyone. Clive dashed into his apartment and returned with a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes. A rousing chorus of 'For they are jolly good fellows' echoed off the apartment walls and into the night.

Just Lucky That Way  
Just because Zed Roxbury is hearing voices doesn’t mean he’s insane. 
 
And if he is, all of his friends are joining him. 
 
Surely doing a favor for a friend should bring good karma, but a fun 4th July
holiday   turns into much more than anyone could have anticipated when
bad luck dogs Zed.  And the voices are just a small part of it.  Could
the opal brooch he finds have anything to do with it?  Or perhaps it’s
just Zed’s irresistible allure…
 
Maybe the past should stay buried.

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Author Extra

Ali & I have a new release today! Our 10th story!

 

Obsessive Adhesives
By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

What happens when a shy accountant goes from being invisible to Mr. Popularity? He gets scared… and lucky, that’s what. Spencer Whitfield is used to being ignored. When explicit Post-It notes regularly start appearing on his computer monitor, he's sure someone is having a laugh at his expense. Stalker? Don’t be silly, who’d want to stalk Spencer?

Jason Doyle, hot IT tech, can have any man he wants. He wouldn't give the painfully shy Spencer a second thought. Breakfast, a James Bond double feature and a Chinese Good Luck Banquet for Two change all that. As the men become closer, the notes become more threatening, until it all comes to a head early one Sunday morning. No one knows why shy geeky accountants get all the boys, but Spencer certainly deserves the special one he has.

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ali_wilde  and I have offered to write something to help with this fund raising effort. Have a look, there are a lot of people there wanting to donate items, fiction or art in return for your donations to the Queensland Flood Appeals.

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Ali & I have a new release today

Cameron & Ajay

The Dominant Ingredient

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

No home, no more job - such as it was, anyway - and his only possession is the pair of leather pants he ran away in. Things can only get better from here. Right? But what Ajay doesn't realize is that better isn't necessarily good enough. He meets Cameron, a Dom without a sub, who gives him a place to stay. Cameron can get sex anywhere, and is astoundingly impervious to Ajay's charms. Just when nothing seems to be working, Ajay discovers an interesting fact about vanilla and is willing to defile the Mackenzie dining table and risk the Mackenzie crystal to prove that he is worthy. And hopefully change Cameron's mind.

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Falling Apart Falling Together

When you lose your lover - and Dom - what is left? Avery Miller is plodding through life one day at a time, quietly side-stepping friends' advice to 'get out there and look for someone' when, against his better judgment, he is coerced into inviting the seasonal neighbor over for dinner. Of course, he's not looking for someone, but one always needs friends.

After accepting the invitation to dinner, Tennyson Pitt wonders why. All he wants is peace and quiet to write. He has a life in the city.

The dinner invitation, it turns out, is probably one of the best things to happen to each of them in quite a while and sparks fly and then fizzle. It takes a minor accident to get them together again. Can both men get over not being what the other needs and realize that each of them needs the other?

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The Works  

 

 

   Taste Test: Artistically Yours

   Drawing Conclusions by Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

   Art mirrors life, right? Or is it the other way around?

In Drawing Conclusions by Andy Slayde and Ali Wilde, Alex Harper and Zed Roxbury have been friends since age two. They're at college now, and Alex is fed up with drawing his girlfriends for art class so he decides to use his best friend as a model. Zed's not too happy about being drawn on the sly, but he might just be convinced to like it.

  

 OOP - Will be revised and re-released in the future.

 

 

 

  Toy Box: Body Paint

  The Art of Seduction by Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

Intimate, sensual, and sometimes downright fun, body paint can be one of the best toys ever.

In The Art of Seduction, it's been weeks since Zed and Alex's 'fight' over Alex's drawings. Despite the great sex, Alex doesn't want to risk a relationship with his best friend and has found someone else to explore his bisexuality with. Thanks to Zed, Alex has an idea for a new art project but no subject. Zed is more than willing. Will Alex take a chance and see he has something special with Zed?

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Toy Box: Twisted Present s  

Angels We Have While High by Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde
It?s all fun and games? Until someone freaks out.

Alex and Zed, from Drawing Conclusions and The Art of Seduction are back from spending Christmas with family and are ready to celebrate their first Christmas together their own way. A little too full of 'Christmas cheer', the boys are set for a relaxing night of cuddling in front of the Christmas tree. That is, until a friend turns up... with an Angel in tow. Suddenly, Zed finds himself being used as inspiration for someone else's art. His own artist/boyfriend seems to be inspired too.

What happens when those that think they're Demons want to be Angels, those that are named Angel don't care what they are and someone who thinks like Satan unsuccessfully tries manipulating them?

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Kayne & Morgan

  Someday, Someway

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

Love is in the air and the local high school is gearing up for the big Valentine's Day dance. Morgan Evans and Kayne Parker, teachers and closeted lovers, have been roped into chaperoning the event. The dance runs smoothly, for the most part, but, of course, once a bunch of hormonal teens get together anything can happen. Especially when one of those teens brings a controversial date. How many lives will change when a brawl breaks out between two young men?

The proceeds from this Charity Sip will be donated to the Matthew Shepherd Foundation.

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OOP - Will be revised and re-released in the future.

 

Xavier & Clark
Last One Standing - Five Of Swords  
By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

It's good to be the king. Or is it?

Clark Davis, heir to The Makai resort on Oahu, has it all: wealth, prestige and a girlfriend to die for. Having to live his life in the closet is just a minor setback.

After all, there are clubs he can go to and plenty of men who don't know him. Content with his life, Clark figures he doesn't want or need anybody cluttering up his well-ordered existence.

Until a chance encounter with Xavier, an overly tempting hustler and skilled pickpocket, turns his life upside down. Clark knew the man would be trouble, but gave in to his date's plea for a threesome. By the next morning he wishes he'd never seen Xavier. By the end of the week, he wishes he'd left Xavier on the beach to rot. By the end of the fortnight, the whore has become the most important thing in Clark's life. Will Clark stand up for what is right at the risk of losing it all?

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 Nathan & Skyler

Sandalwood and a Potato *

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde
After a chance meeting in the food court of Summerset Mall, Nathan Smith, a corporate bank employee, and Skyler Hawkins, the proprietor of a New Age store, have their well organized lives disorganized. Nathan drops his wallet, Skyler returns it and the scent of sandalwood lingers long after Skyler disappears into the crowd. The memory of Nathan’s eyes and voice haunt Skyler.
 Of course, nothing happens without a reason and the two meet again. Despite their differences, they find similarities and agree to a fulfilling and meaningless relationship. Even if meaningless does appear to be meaningful, and one party finds themselves falling in love while the other denies it with difficulty. And one really shouldn't miss the other when things go bad... should he?

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 * - No potatoes were harmed for this story ;o)

 Demian & Leigh

Time Zone Impaired

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

Demian Beckett never expected to see anyone he knew when he returned home from an extended stay in Australia. Jet-lagged and time zone impaired, he forgets it's Valentine's Day. Then he bumps into an old flame he realizes he'd like to have as a Valentine.

Leigh Fletcher's Valentine's Day is progressing like he thought it would. Work and drinks with friends afterward. He certainly doesn't anticipate a Valentine's Day gift like Demian to drop into his lap. While two friends renew their acquaintance, they find issues they must overcome and new friends to accept. Can the busy lives of the two men meld into something wonderful?

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OOP - Will be revised and re-released in the future.

 

 

 Tennyson & Avery

Falling Apart Falling Together

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

When you lose your lover - and Dom - what is left? Avery Miller is plodding through life one day at a time, quietly side-stepping friends' advice to 'get out there and look for someone' when, against his better judgment, he is coerced into inviting the seasonal neighbor over for dinner. Of course, he's not looking for someone, but one always needs friends.

After accepting the invitation to dinner, Tennyson Pitt wonders why. All he wants is peace and quiet to write. He has a life in the city.

The dinner invitation, it turns out, is probably one of the best things to happen to each of them in quite a while and sparks fly and then fizzle. It takes a minor accident to get them together again. Can both men get over not being what the other needs and realize that each of them needs the other?

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Cameron & Ajay

The Dominant Ingredient

By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

No home, no more job - such as it was, anyway - and his only possession is the pair of leather pants he ran away in. Things can only get better from here. Right? But what Ajay doesn't realize is that better isn't necessarily good enough. He meets Cameron, a Dom without a sub, who gives him a place to stay. Cameron can get sex anywhere, and is astoundingly impervious to Ajay's charms. Just when nothing seems to be working, Ajay discovers an interesting fact about vanilla and is willing to defile the Mackenzie dining table and risk the Mackenzie crystal to prove that he is worthy. And hopefully change Cameron's mind.

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Jason & Spencer

Obsessive Adhesives
By Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde

What happens when a shy accountant goes from being invisible to Mr. Popularity? He gets scared… and lucky, that’s what. Spencer Whitfield is used to being ignored. When explicit Post-It notes regularly start appearing on his computer monitor, he's sure someone is having a laugh at his expense. Stalker? Don’t be silly, who’d want to stalk Spencer?
Jason Doyle, hot IT tech, can have any man he wants. He wouldn't give the painfully shy Spencer a second thought. Breakfast, a James Bond double feature and a Chinese Good Luck Banquet for Two change all that. As the men become closer, the notes become more threatening, until it all comes to a head early one Sunday morning. No one knows why shy geeky accountants get all the boys, but Spencer certainly deserves the special one he has.

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Coming Soon

Color Box: Coal Black  - A sequel to Time Zone Impaired
Birthstone - opal
Spice It Up: Wattleseed
Color Box: Cream

Ali & I just received our cover art for:
Color Box: Mist Gray
Falling Apart
Falling Together