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Lee broke into a broad grin at the sight of the newcomers. The man who’d greeted him was tall, dark, and angular, about Lee’s age. His bronze skin wore the weathered look of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors, while his bright blue eyes were bursting with good humor. “Hey Slim.” Lee gained his feet as they approached the table, holding out his hand. The man named Slim took it, before pulling Lee into a quick hug. He did the same with Marshall. “It has been a little while, hasn’t
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By the time Lee released him, Marshall’s breath was coming in heavy gasps and his head was spinning—and the wannabe dance partner had disappeared. Guess he could catch a clue. Marshall didn’t mind. There were plenty more where he came from. Including the sexy man who’d just kissed him stupid. “Wanna dance, cowboy?” Lee asked in a sultry voice. Marshall broke into a wide grin. “Hot damn, you know it!” “Then don’t you think you should get up? I don’t see that dance floor moving
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By the time Lee released him, Marshall’s breath was coming in heavy gasps and his head was spinning—and the wannabe dance partner had disappeared. Guess he could catch a clue. Marshall didn’t mind. There were plenty more where he came from. Including the sexy man who’d just kissed him stupid. “Wanna dance, cowboy?” Lee asked in a sultry voice. Marshall broke into a wide grin. “Hot damn, you know it!” “Then don’t you think you should get up? I don’t see that dance floor moving
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One Night in Hannagan's
JulieLHayes commented on JulieLHayes's story chapter in One Night in Hannagan's
Thanks for your kind words! As you can see, I don't speak French lol My son does, but he doesn't like me to ask him to translate -
Hestia Jones has gone to a great deal of trouble to make herself pleasing to one Sirius Black for this night of nights, this date of dates. For what might prove to be her one chance to find favor with the reigning sex god of Hogwarts. She, along with most of the female student body, finds Sirius to be a very delicious drink of sexiness, and she can't help but know she’s the envy of the others because she’s gotten him to go to the Valentine's dance with her. Even though she knows that it’s Lily E
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If Darryl had anticipated an argument from the stunning nun, he’d calculated erroneously, for she ushered them inside without comment, other than to bid Sawyer close the door behind them. In her hand, she held a lit candle, shielding it from the momentary breeze their arrival had stirred. “Some things never change, do they, Sawyer?” Sister Sue’s smile was dazzling; Darryl wondered if she’d been a cover model in her other life, before she became a bride of Christ. He also wondered what her relat
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I sort-of, kind-of, guffawed myself. Just tryin' to have a little fun here, glad you enjoyed it
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Despite Lee’s warnings—or perhaps because of them—Marshall spent the entire day breaking in his new boots in preparation for the trip to Partners. As added protection, he placed a band-aid on each heel. Better safe than sorry. They surely were beautiful boots. He admired them in his and Lee’s full-length bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to catch the whole effect. Hand-tooled black leather, they fit perfectly and looked great. So did the black cords he wore, the ones that molded themselves to
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A dark tunnel. At least he assumes it's a tunnel, but he doesn't know why he thinks so. Darkness is darkness, after all. And nothingness is nothingness. And since he can't feel anything before him, or around him, he has no real reason to believe that he’s in any sort of enclosed space. But perhaps it’s the way that sound echoes about him which leads him to conclude it’s bouncing off of something. And a tunnel is as good an explanation as any. His movements should be cautious, as befitting someo
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Sawyer Thomas cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the three men who stood grouped about him—Mr. Schrodinger and Mr. Salisbury, and of course Darryl, aka Jean-Phillippe. “Gentlemen, since your minion is more than capable of taking care of that minor annoyance, shall we… ahem… conclude our business?” The two dark men exchanged looks, the gaze of one going up, the other down, in order to account for their contrasting heights. “A diamond in the hand is worth money in your pocket. We shall
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Dinner was done. Evening’s shadows crept along the backyard, prefacing the darkness of night. Nothing stirred in the grass, and the birdbath was vacant, its former occupants gone to roost. Marshall had decided to grill—thick pork chops he’d seasoned with a little salt and pepper. And a touch of cayenne, for a little extra kick. He’d learned everything he knew about cooking either from Lee or the Food Network. Clad only in a pair of jeans that barely kissed his hips, Marshall finished drying
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Diamonds? What diamonds? Darryl didn’t have the least idea what the two men were talking about. Whatever it was, it seemed to scream dubious intent. There was an air about Mr. Schrodinger and Mr. Salisbury that simply reeked of shadiness. The trouble was Darryl knew nothing about no stinkin’ diamonds. Legitimate or otherwise. “It’s all right, love, they’re the gentlemen I told you about.” Sawyer’s smooth voice both elated and frightened Darryl. The fright arose from his distinct lack of knowl
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If Hestia Jones thinks that gaining Sirius Black as a date to the upcoming Valentine's Ball will garner her any more of the dark-haired boy's attention —or even some of it—she quickly discovers this is not the case. If anything, he seems to go out of his way not to be alone with her, or carry on any sort of conversation with her, even. Her suspicions regarding Sirius and Lily Evans are now reawakened, as Sirius seems intent on stalking the redhead wherever she goes. And James, in his turn, stalk
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Lee’s simple statement of intent derailed Marshall’s entire thought process. In the back of his mind, he remembered the bet. But the prospect of being fucked was a temptation calculated to distract. Washing dishes wasn’t so bad, was it? Surely worth the price of paradise. Damn, Lee knew him only too well. Marshall felt his resolve crumbling. “After I suck you off?” he suggested, although he damn well knew the answer to that particular brand of idiocy. Lee snorted. “I didn’t fall off the turn
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“How good is your French accent?” “I beg your pardon?” Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him. This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic. “Do you parlez vous Francais? Speak a little frog? Enough to be mistaken for a native? If not a native, someone from Canada maybe?” The speaker was gorgeous, in a cat-walk dr
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Darryl hadn't meant to go to Hannagan's that night, but a chance encounter with a sexy stranger tumbles him into the strangest world he's ever seen.
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Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee’s perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall’s hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there. “Come on, buttercup, I don’t have all night.” Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. “Don’t think you can last that long, old-timer?” he taunted him. Lee snorted. “I’m no punk k
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Marshall and Lee’s sexual relationship didn’t begin until Marshall turned eighteen. Lee’s choice, not Marshall’s. He wanted to be with Lee sooner, but Lee refused. “Gotta crawl before you can walk,” he’d said in his laconic way. Marshall didn’t even understand what that meant, but his objections got him nowhere. He considered himself lucky Lee didn’t punish him for his smart mouth, not to mention some of the comments he’d let loose with. But he’d been allowed some leeway. At least on this one p
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Chapter 1- "Secrets Best Kept Hidden"
JulieLHayes commented on Insurgency's story chapter in Chapter 1- "Secrets Best Kept Hidden"
This could use some development. I never get a feel for your main character, not even his name. Needs more depth, and more action. Dialogue alone gets old. Has promise, but needs a lot of work. -
A smile could mean so very many things, with nuances as varied as the wearer whose face it graced. Smiles came in all sizes and shapes, they were barometers indicative of the mood of the smiler. Some smiles were good, others less so, depending upon ones perspective. For example, when Dexter smiled at his sister, or at his co-workers at the Miami Police Department, it was generally from a sense of expedience—of doing what normal people were supposed to do in order that he appear normal to the o
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I do too, it was awesome. I keep meaning to watch the UK version, have you seen it? I hadn't planned on more, to be honest, I marked it complete. I'd have to rewatch it to capture them again, I think. Plus I'm working on a lot of original fiction, and working full time, so time is a consideration. Glad you liked the story
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I have to admit I found Justin annoying at the beginning, and I used to think it would be Brian and Michael, but Justin grew on me. Ethan was hot, no doubt about it, but he was just too phony - Brian was real, and he never sugarcoated anything, or lied.
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I watched it all on Netflix, myself, having missed it when it was on originally. I don't know if I'll do any more, it's been a while now, and I'd have to rewatch to be able to nail Brian again. Not literally, of course lol
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January slowly gives way to February, and although the temperatures remain frigid, heated hopes leap ahead to the spring that is to come, and hearts yearn toward the approaching holiday—Valentine's Day, no less, as well as the annual Hogwarts Valentine's Ball. It seems as though the students can talk of nothing else amongst themselves. The temperatures within Gryffindor House, though, seem to remain at a constant icy level, no matter the weather outside. And agitation seems to be the order of th
