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@Myr This may be a bug?

@Talo Segura So you unpublished a single chapter but the entire story went unpublished? And as far as removing content, site staff have to delete chapters/stories so you can send me a PM about that.

Did you catch Monday's blog where I featured this month's story by a site Classic Author? Keeping in the mood for family and drama, I couldn't pass up the story Apple of Her Eye by Ronyx. Did you check it out? Have you read it before? What did you think? This month's excerpt was chosen because I can't help but know just how realistic it is (being the mother of teenagers). The drama and angst, the total horror of a moment that can't be taken back, the feelings of ups and downs... those are all so very UP and DOWN. I think Ronyx captures it very well in this scene... Want to read more? Click here.

“I have never been so happy to see the backside of someone,” Londe muttered. Grif had flown away as soon as we’d finished separating out the goods we’d come out of the city with; she urged us to get moving too. “Nothing like a pissed off vampire minus a few jewels and a night of hot, sweaty sexing after a meal of full-bodied blood to run you a few leagues and cities over until the heat dies down.” Still, she’d patted the bags she’d stashed in her ruff with a sly smirk. “Got some gambling ga

I do sooo love unicorns. Mine shall not be traditional beings of wonder, purity, and light. And yes, the jerk definitely had a shank to the heart coming.

LOL! It's sort of a spoofy medieval sort of tale, isn't it? Thanks for commenting, Val! Thank you! They are up to some capers, for sure!

Oh, just a few things... it is a VAMPIRE, after all. Yeah, that picture in my head was gag-worthy. Glad the ickiness came across, lol.

I can't imagine, lol. Emotionally I'm not very 'womanly' but I couldn't imagine trying to be something else completely. Then again, an actress I am not!

He is a lifesaver!

This is it, the final Classic Author feature of 2019. I've picked another story that tugs at the heartstrings for this month, one by a currently posting Classic author, Ronyx. A coming out story, one where the choice isn't always made but taken, and the consequences that one teen faces at home is something many of us can relate to--especially at this time of year. Read on to find out just how it turns out! Length: 22,819 Description: Gary gets outed at school by his best friend. After his mother discovers his 'secret,' will he still be the apple of her eye? Find out as Gary discovers love, friendship, understanding and forgiveness in this heart-felt story. A Reader said: If you’re looking for a Ronyx story in easy to digest bite-sized chunks, this is the one to read! Chapters are much shorter than in his later work, but this was his very first story. Ron’s talent shines even from the beginning. ;–) ~ droughtquake If you want to spread the word about Ronyx's story, download the graphic below and add it to your signature! Make sure you come back on Wednesday to see the excerpt I chose to share!

We moved almost constantly, skulking through the night, watching the sky, our backs, and for anyone who might have followed us instead of scrambling for the glittering coins that Grif had scattered. I was still shocked she’d given up any treasure. “Bah. Mere trifles, barely worth the metal they were struck on.” She waved away my shock. “I found a whole bag of them. Probably what she gave her staff on holidays.” I licked my lips. “Still. Did you find the diamonds?” I asked. “

Oh, sooooo many pretties. Or... maybe not. Right? Their luck is NOT great. Must have something to do with the damaged unicorn horn or something. Hmmmm LOL. Nothing like a tied up, oiled man ready and willing as your "usual". Think of making that order, LOL! An angry vamp on their ass, along with pissed off human knights, and some baby unicorn stealing Beings they need to bribe? This story is awash with villains!

Yes... that was quite vague, wasn't it?

I don't know if I'd walk to talk about it too much if there wasn't an alternative... just get it done. LOL

Please be easy. Please be easy. I had no idea why I thought using that mantra would work, but a fool can hope. I was a big fool. We made our slow way upstairs, and I almost didn’t have to feign the stumbling. It’d been some time since I’d taken a woman’s form. They were so top heavy! “Would you care for your usual, madam?” the butler, or whoever he was, asked when he stopped outside a set of thick, double doors at the end of a hall. “Oh. Yes. Please.” I licked my lips. What

Can you believe we're at the last month of 2019 and our final CSR story for the year? I've yet to hear any suggestions from members/readers on what they'd like to see on the first/last Mondays of the month blogs as an alternative... any ideas? In the interim, we have a great story for this month, an oldie but funny from Palantir, Hypno-trouble. Sure, I could have picked a holiday story or something light-hearted, but I totally thought something from the naughty list might be more fun. Enjoy!! Hypno-trouble by @Palantir Length: 27,436 Description: A relaxed and light-hearted take on the Erotic Mind Control genre. Hopefully you'll get some smiles from the ridiculous situations portrayed. Warning, explicit scenes throughout. A reader said: Lmao payback can be such a bitch but they so deserve it. Thanks for a great story. ~ Daithi Don't forget to come back with your thoughts on the story, Monday, December 30th, to comment on the Discussion blog!

Story views can take time to update, which can also vary in length. I'll ask @Myr to see if there's been a glitch in the system with this, however.

Oh, it's definitely coming... sooooo coming. LOL

“How long are we waiting?” I was exhausted. Londe was dozing on four feet. Grif’s eyes were focused on the windows of the place with a singular intensity. She looked at the sky, the moon partially obscured by clouds. The stars, the ones not blocked by the new gas lights on the corners of the streets, blinked in the inky blackness of the near midnight sky. “It might be safe now.” We’d watched the carriage roll out of the gates a good candle hour before, though it felt like longer. “

Happy November! Are you ready for Thanksgiving, my US friends? Maybe you can take some time this break week (if you have one) to enjoy this story, if you haven't already. I hope you have, though, and can share your thoughts on Arran's story, Those Cerulean Eyes, after you enjoy this interview! Do you eat your fruits and vegetables? Definitely. There isn’t a fruit or vegetable that I don’t like. If you were an animal, what would you be? Probably a puma because it is a stealthy, patient and efficient hunter. What’s one location you’d love to go to research for a story? Florence, Italy because of its rich history associated with the Renaissance. What brought you to Gay Authors? Dom Luca’s stories. I enjoyed every one of them. If you had to only work on one writing-type project for the next year... what would it be? I enjoy Catherine Ryan Hyde’s books, so probably something of that nature. Why cerulean? Because blue is my favorite color and cerulean is the most beautiful shade of blue for me. Okay, are you a fan of Starbucks or do you prefer local joints? I am definitely not a fan of Starbucks. I chose to use Starbucks in Those Cerulean Eyes because the story takes place in downtown Portland, Oregon where there seems to be a Starbucks on every block. I don’t make a practice of going to either because I have a Keurig at home that makes the best coffee that I could ever want. However when Borders Books was in business, i spent a fair amount of time sampling books over a great cup of Cafe Americano. Do you ‘identify’ with one character better, Mark or Mickey? Mark, because I wrote the story from his perspective; however, I think both characters have their own merits and goodnesses. What is your favorite scene in Those Cerulean Eyes? The scene between Mark and Mickey’s mother at the end of the story. Would you like to share a little about your current or upcoming work? I am currently working to get I Will Sing for You published. While it has already been written, I am editing each chapter before publication to make it as good as it can be. I’ve gotten good comments relating to some stylistic problems of my writing, so I’m trying to incorporate them into the final product. I guess the one thing that I can share is that I, like Callan, am a geologist who finds Arizona geology fascinating, from the very ancient 1.75 billion-year-old Vishnu Schist at the bottom of the Grand Canyon to the remnants of the very recent (less than one million-year-old) San Francisco Peaks stratovolcano near Flagstaff. And I find the Arizona-Sonora Desert one of the most thrilling and beautiful places on earth.

Ewwww, filthy sewers! Writing that was soooo gross. But a vampire would be locked away in the daylight, so how would they use the main character's special abilities if the vampire was in residence and in slumber from the sun? Surely their minions would be like... "Oh my gah, what are you doing awake?" LOL

LOL, right?! This story has some serious dramatic moments, but I'm also trying to add some really light-hearted ones as well. And everyone knows Beings loooooove shiny baubles, especially bird ones. Absolutely not! It's going to be a huge quest, a Unicorn Quest!! Yes, I'm not exactly stretching things here or being subtle. I suppose that's not super creative, but it fits with the genre and definitely within the narrative. It would be boring, that's for sure!! Would I write that? Thank you all for reading and commenting!!!

Well... there WAS a giant leprechaun in a recent story. So much drama and hatred and fear in this to start off with, all in the name of love though!

I noticed you follow The Ordinary Us as a story, Zombie. Do you have your notification settings toggled for a notification for when someone comments on something you follow or when someone comments on a story you follow?

By day three Grif was completely sober and only the lure of the shiny stones we aimed to steal was keeping the harpy from flapping her wings for the closest tavern. Londe had pretended to ignore her the first few hours, but after she’d gone for his mane after one comment too many, and he’d tried to gouge her with his horn, they were both sworn to silence. It made for quiet traveling, but boring afternoons. My stomach rumbled. This form required feeding, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or