R. Eric

It was a compromise. Tony liked designer things and presenting a good image. My husband is Tony, and he was this way. I would wear the clothes he liked me to wear because it made him happy. The jeans and t-shirts are still there and I still wear them. Planning these special trips was pretty much the only time Tony insisted we do this. And he didn't really insist, but it was important to him. He rode in a pick up, which he would never do before. I was always telling him those things weren't important to me, but they were to him, so I gave in a little if it made him happy. He was proud of me as I was, but I saw that he got more from showing others he was good provider and ideal mate. That's why he bought me the Bronco. It would never have occurred to him to buy one, but because he loved me and knew that's what I wanted, he got it. I made a joke and it's still true. Tony's side of the closet takes up over three quarters of it. I have maybe a quarter. I have five pair of shoes not including my three sneakers. He has over a hundred. Say what you will, he looks good in what he wears. And he does meet with some very wealthy clients and he feels he has to show he knows what he's doing. When I am with him for a function of us, I will compromise and wear what he prefers me in. He's never demanded I do it. I do it willingly. We have a good relationship. I respect him and he respects me. I will tell you like when we first went to Europe, I limited him to two nice outfits for me and him. To a great deal, he calmed down. He didn't have to show his parents he was fine. They knew he was. Just remember, would you be more likely to buy a car from a man that didn't own one? To trust him, they had to believe he could do it. What he wore did that. Million dollar spit in the ocean. You have the best to show confidence and make them confident in you.

There was and is a lot of possibilities. I find some before the Queen Mary even. The trip to New York helps me decide a lot.

And we began to plan a wedding and suddenly we had help we didn’t ask for. Everyone had ideas. Sherry, Mary, Rhonda, and even Michael and Chuck all had ideas and more surprising there were even ideas from David’s mother, Aunt Judy to me. My mother wanted to help as did Aunt Hilda, which I’m sure embarrassed her husband, Uncle Earl. And since the budget wasn’t really worried about, there were some pretty lofty ideas, but I sensed that David and Sasha wanted a more…quiet service. All the flash and

Yes, they could.

Interesting idea, though Sasha would be ten years older....which is very possible. I hadn't thought of that. Thanks!

I guess I'll have to dock your pay since you missed one. If I miss only one or two, I'm good! Tongue tied fingers and all. Your help is very welcome and needed by me. I appreciate it.

Yes, I am alternating days I write about the stories. Next is North Meets South, the next Cinderfella. And Polymorphic Light Eruption is very real. But if I tell you more, I'll give things away. You will have to wait. I'm working on North Meets South right now.

It was a hot day. People complained about the coldness of the north, or mountains, but I preferred it to the hot sweltering heat of the south. I told almost everyone I was born in the wrong part of the world. I was a lousy Southerner. I hated grits or rice. Don’t offer me any greens, collard or mustard or whatever. I didn’t like nearly any beans, lima, butter or any other bean. We here in South Carolina seemed to never miss one of these items every day of the week. So, I sat in my little Ford Fu

Devon McGee meets Colin Wentworth and begins working with him. Colin is a puzzle. Devon is trusted immediately and given a task to restore Colin's Ancestral home. Then puzzles begin to cause Devon to wonder about his employer. Colin has a past and Devon is and was not prepared for what he finds out.

Sasha was driving everyone crazy as he paced. He still had a little limp when he was tired, but he was like a caged animal! The doctor told him he could return to work, but on a limited schedule. I watched as Sasha was all too ready to handle the lunch crowd. What I didn’t expect was to be called into Alan’s office. I never dreamed of what happened. I knocked on the door to his office and heard his usual not so gruff answer to come in. This wasn’t like Alan. I opened the door slowly and look

II'm a guy that could never decide what I'd do when I grew up. The medic was sort of given to me. I enlisted to get away from home and that was a job I yesterday well for and I didn't faint when the showed the Vietnam footage showing guys with limbs blown off. I did cringe when they showed the man with his whole leg...Well...The flesh was blown away enough to see the white of bone. I cringed when they took this wire brissle thing to scrap away the burnt flesh and uniform remains and the man woke up screaming! That and burns! The smell! I got nauseous then. The cop thing was when I got out. I was weapon trained and good marksman. I missed the marksman by just a tad, but a miss is a miss. Then, the shot and that career was over. Daniel says he married a bionic man. Hotels are everywhere so no problem, but I only did it until I figured what I was going to do next. That was...twenty to twenty-one years ago. But I like it, except for the guests it would be spectacular! The one thing I did since I learned to write was write! For what? I shouldn't hide them, so I searched for a site and ta da! Here they are. I have another story I've held in my head, but there are enough stories about vampires. This one is gay, born human in the early 1800s. A dark blue arotsocracy? It's Southern story, but don't look too soon. North Meets South and Cinderfella keep me busy.

I remember the Injection Gun! I was military. And a medic. I gave assembly line injections with those guns. "Next!" Another guy comes up, put it to the man's arm and 'FIRE!!" It took only a few before it became tedious. The military are always lab rats. I had no problem with a military man's veins, they were like garden hoses! Easy stick. But I was relating some of those terrified reactions in this chapter. We had one man I'd have to draw blood on...I needed four guys to hold him down! He was a big guy! One for each leg, one for each arm and I drew the blood! But he had great veins!

I pulled Seth from the others while he gathered himself. “I saw her, too.” Seth grinned nodding. “She was beautiful, wasn’t she?” I nodded kissing him. “She really was.” That’s when Christian came in and froze looking at Seth’s tear stained face and my comforting him, Ryan’s look of uncertainty…then saw Demetrius and Lukus. Christian’s eye narrowed. “Okay, what’d I miss?” He looked at Demetrius and nodded. “Hello, Demetrius.” Yannick came closer to Christian. “You know him.” It w

Yes, but this time, Tony and Mitch won't be there. But there's a few more trips coming and one very special cruise!

Tony and I signed the papers to buy our little island and Tony didn’t waste time getting a crew out to fix the bridge to begin tearing it apart and replacing it with a new one that was sturdy. We were deciding what sort of house we wanted and we went to an architect to come up with the design and I should have known, Tony wanted a good one. You didn’t expect just anyone. And of course, the architect was gay naturally. But he was in Charlotte and I got to break in my new Bronco! It drove like a d

Remember, even Demetrius said he was no angel. And they are far from perfect, but even angels sin. That's how we got demons. These people like Lukus, Demetrius, Dara and even Len Na are human. Prone to human weaknesses, just like us all.

We would be working harder on making more of Christian’s little warriors. They thrived in a person’s body, but how long would they live outside the body? Then again, they had lived for countless years in a glass jar! We would be busy a while and I paint things as being intense, and it was, but things were not always rosy at home. Toby was growing up quickly and turned three, growing so fast it was hard to keep him in clothes and he attended the new school we had started for children that were de

But don't forget, he had a suspended license and drove anyway. He had priors offenses and the court sentenced accordingly.

Max Belle was going to face charges, but he had to get well enough to go to trial first. He was a rich man and could easily leave the hospital or even the country and the police knew that. They posted guards at the door of his hospital room, which once he recovered enough he would be arraigned. Once that was done, he’d be transferred to the little part of the hospital they had for criminals. It was a week or so after Sasha had been discharged when he had to appear before a judge to determine wha

How could I do this, but just show Yannick and Ryan? The next evening, after dinner… “Okay.” I began. “Now for something tricky.” I said putting my napkin down. Yannick and Ryan both looked at me surprised, but Ryan nodded. “You’re going to tell us how we’re getting King Christian’s blood.” I nodded. “Not only that. I’m going to show you.” I looked at them seriously. “What you’ll see, if in the wrong hands could be dangerous. Use what I show you carefully, this will go well. Please,

We didn't build a castle, but we did get a nice and cozy love nest. For just the two of us.

I was discharged the next day after getting…well, not a clean bill of health, but I was recovering. I had a severe concussion and there was bruising on my brain, I was told. That was the cause for concern about my brain swelling that’s why I had to stay as I did and the induced coma. I had many cuts and bruises elsewhere, but nothing was broken. Bubba had taken much of the impact. My truck! Now poor Sasha had a broken right arm that was in a cast and the pin in his left knee. He would be going h

You're jumping ahead. Right now things between Blethos and Creid need to settle down. And A'Dore and Creid. A college would be great...one day in the future. But there will come a new understanding with Creid. But it takes time.

Seth looked so good to me. Handsome in a rough, dirty, hardworking way! He was doing a physical inventory of me as well. I was running my hands over him. He felt so good to me. He kept kissing me as he would hug and continued to cry with happiness. “I’m okay, Seth.” I said softly. “I’m really back.” Seth nodded and said a prayer of thanksgiving I could see. “I’d love to take you right here.” He smiled. “But…we’d have an audience if we did that.” Then he looked down at himself and then sn