Thursday, May 26, 2011

Guest Blogger Lindsay Klug

Today I have Lindsay Klug as my guest. Like me, she's a Silver Publishing author. She's also one of my fellow Silver Flashers. 

Welcome Lindsay.

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. - E.L. Doctorow

Sometimes, when I sit down to write I get hit with a thought. If I wasn’t writing, would these voices in my head become multiple personalities? It’s times like these I sit back and examine the characters floating around, waiting for their story to be told.

The first one is Delila. She’s the focus of my first release ever, The Life And Times of Delila. A vampire telling her story, Delila is level headed, cool and collected, and vicious when she needs to be. All in all, she’s quite welcome in my mind, as she’s probably the most stable among the bunch.

Then there’s Abby. She’s a former prostitute rising out of the ashes of the life she escaped from. She’s a little insecure, a little angry, and a lot sassy. I like her, and her book is coming this summer. She’s not someone I’ll be revisiting, though. She has quite a few issues, and her life was hard to pen. I hope she’s satisfied with what I did to her story.

There’s Sam. She’s one hard line chick. Her attitude is fierce, and actions fiercer. She’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind to whoever happens to be standing around, and that includes the biker gang who’s harassing her. Sam exhausts me, but her story isn’t done yet.

And Beth. She’s a counselor for drug addicts, and is trying to rehabilitate her sister as well. But the drug dealer has his eye on Beth and she’s trying to figure out why at this point in her story. Since I write from the hip, as it’s called, I have no idea what’s going to happen next. Beth is calm and even tempered, and a little quirky, but she’s emotionally volatile.

Now, the most recent character to pop into my head is named Jonah. He’s…well, he’s an asshole, to put it bluntly. I mean, the more I get to know him, the better he is. He’s loyal to his friends, and he takes up for people who can’t help themselves. But man, sakes alive. His internal thoughts are killing me. He’s already told me I’m going to hate him later in the story.

But really, now. Before I can hate him, I have to love him. And can we ever love a personality we despise? Or do I sound completely insane right now?

Ah, well. Insanity is the mark of the business, or so I hear. I wouldn’t know. The voices in my head just tell me to keep on writing. ;) 

Here’s some info about Delila:


Delila has roamed the Earth for over one thousand years with her maker, Alaric. She has everything a vampire could want: Beauty, brains, a booming business, and an ability to read human emotions.

When a werewolf makes an imprint in her life, Delila feels she may have finally found the soul mate she has been seeking. But when everything goes terribly wrong Delila finds herself in the middle of a war, torn between two forces, and burdened with a young half breed child to protect.

For more information, including an excerpt and a small story written by Delila, head on over to You can also catch me at,, and at

Happy reading!

Thanks for having me, Pender!

You're welcome Lindsay. I'm looking forward to reading about Jonah. :)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Silver Flash

I'm back with Part III of I'd Do It For You.
This week we had a couple of choices for the prompt. I chose, "He had a mind like a steel trap."

I'd Do It For You
Part III 
Copyright © 2011

Eric wasn’t sure what Nikolai was so pleased about. Why was it a good thing that he didn’t have a boyfriend: because he was gay and single, or because Nikolai didn’t like gays?

That couldn’t be it. If Nikolai didn’t like gays he wouldn’t have asked him to lunch. Maybe Nikolai was going to ask him out. Maybe he already had! Damn, maybe this was a date only he hadn’t realized it.

Eric’s lunch sat in his stomach, heavy as a bowling ball, and about as easy to digest.

He put down the half-eaten burger and pushed his plate away.

Nikolai stopped eating. “Is something wrong with your food?”

“No. It’s good. It’s really good, I just…” Eric rubbed at his neck.

Nikolai cursed softly in Russian, at least Eric thought he was cursing.

“Eric. If I have upset you please accept my apologies. I am not good with making small talk.”

“You didn’t upset me. I’m just tired today.”

Nikolai raised a pale blond eyebrow, but didn’t call him on it.

Eric managed a smile. “There was a good movie on TV, I stayed up way too late.”

“Then you should eat.” Nikolai leaned across the table. “You need energy.”

Eric picked up his burger and Nikolai smiled. Eric wondered what Nikolai thought he needed energy for. That smile was almost a smirk.

He pictured the big Russian having sex with him. He’d need energy for that. 

It was way too easy to imagine Nikolai kissing and licking him, touching him until his need was so great he was almost screaming. 

He tugged at the collar of his shirt and looked up to see Nikolai watching him. “What? I’ve got food on my face?” He took a sip of his drink, suddenly self-conscious.

Nikolai examined him, his eyes traveling over Eric’s face and upper body. “No. It is good to see you eating. You are very slender.”

Eric scowled. He’d always had trouble keeping weight on. When he was sick or nervous his appetite was non-existent. His last boyfriend had enjoyed making little digs about his metabolism. It was one of the reasons they weren’t together anymore.

Eric spoke through clenched teeth, “I know. I’ve heard it before; I’m way too skinny.” He jammed a couple of fries in his mouth and chewed.

Nikolai looked thoughtful. “No…you are slender but you have muscle and you are not unhealthy. I think you are extremely attractive.”

Eric almost choked on his fries. He coughed and spluttered, trying to clear his airway.

Nikolai started to get up but Eric waved him off.

When his coughing fit was over he steered the conversation to safer ground. “So how long have you been in the U.S?”

“Seven years.” Nikolai explained he’d moved the US with his parents not long after he had finished high school. His father was a scientist and a bit of an adventurer. He’d always dreamed of living in the U.S. and with the fall of communism, it was possible.

Nikolai had decided to come with his parents. Since he wasn’t confident of his English abilities he’d become a computer technician. “My English is not perfect. I know that I sound stiff and formal, but I still think in Russian. I am not yet fully bilingual.”

They had finished lunch and were walking back to work. Eric smiled. “I think your English is better than my Russian.”

“You speak Russian?” Nikolai sounded surprised.

“No, it was a joke.”

“Ah. I see.”

Eric wasn’t sure that Nikolai did. “Will you say something in Russian?”

Nikolai stopped and turned to face him. He spoke fluidly, the foreign words full of emotion. The exotic sound of the language and the way Nikolai was looking at him affected Eric physically. He heard his name; God, that was so sexy. He was totally turned-on. Did Nikolai speak Russian when he was having sex? Eric hoped so. 

When Nikolai finished speaking Eric was almost panting. “What did you say?”

“I told you that you have beautiful eyes and hair that was made for stroking.” Nikolai’s voice was husky and his accent was stronger.

Eric’s face was flushed. He took a step closer. “Is that everything you said? It took a lot of Russian to say that.”

“No.” Nikolai’s gaze dropped to Eric’s mouth and he moistened his own lips. 

Eric stared, fascinated as Nikolai’s tongue darted out.

“I will tell you when we are knowing each other better,” Nikolai said.


“If you will let me, I will cook for you.”

That definitely sounded like a date. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” Nikolai stuffed his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders. “I will warn you now that I enjoy simple pleasures. I cook, I read, I wish to spend time with my lover. This is not enough excitement for some.” He shrugged. “What of you, Eric? What do you desire in a relationship?”

The words, pleasure, lover and desire were still ringing in Eric's ears. It was short-circuiting his brain. It took him a moment to focus.

“My ex boyfriend…he liked to socialize. He was always dragging me to new gallery openings, and weird plays. He liked to hang out in artsy-fartsy restaurants with his pretentious friends. He never wanted to spend a night at home, cuddling on the couch in front of the TV.”

Eric looked up to gauge Nikolai’s reaction. “He had a mind like a steel trap. He remembered every imagined slight and he never forgot if I said something stupid or made a mistake at one of those things. He liked to remind me when we argued and we argued a lot.”

Eric smiled and met Nikolai’s eyes. “After a relationship like that, I think I would enjoy simple pleasures.”

Nikolai smiled, and his shoulders relaxed. “Then it is better you are no longer together, yes?

Eric gazed at Nikolai’s bright blue eyes, his very sexy mouth and strong jaw. “Yes. It is.”

to be continued...
This week's flashers are:

Victoria Blisse (m/f)

Ryssa Edwards

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Silver Flash Fiction

I'm back with another installment of my flash fiction, I'd Do It For You. This week's prompt was "Just pretend I'm not here."

I'd Do It For You
Part II                                                                                                    Copyright © 2011

Eric dried his hands and scowled at his reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the row of sinks. He straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair.

He was wearing his favorite shirt; the one Lena said made his eyes stand out, and he was annoyed with himself. It was stupid to have made an extra effort on his appearance. The I.T. guy might not even come back and even if he did, likely nothing would happen.

Yesterday Nikolai seemed interested, but Eric knew there was plenty of room for misunderstanding. It was almost lunchtime and he hadn’t shown. Maybe that was indicative of Nikolai’s level of interest.

Eric didn’t even know for sure that the computer tech was gay. Sure he’d been right up in Eric’s grill, but that didn’t mean he was interested. Maybe he just didn’t get the whole personal space thing.

Eric went back to his desk and tried to work. He wished Lena would stop looking at the clock and then over at Eric. He was starting to feel the same way he’d felt in gym class when they were picking teams. He’d always been one of the last to get picked. He was still a bit uncoordinated, but thank God he’d filled out since then.

The phone rang and Eric answered, glad for the distraction. The call was from a client: A very confused and verbose client. 

Eric pulled up the client's file and painstakingly answered every question. Towards the end of the conversation, Nikolai arrived. Eric flashed a quick smile at him.

Nikolai waited, watching Eric as he held the phone to his ear and listened. 

After a minute Nikolai looked at his watch. “I will come back later,” he mouthed. 

Eric made a ‘wait’ gesture and covered the phone's handset. “I’ll just be a couple of minutes." He closed his program and got out of the chair, gesturing for Nikolai to sit down.

Nikolai sat and tapped the keyboard, the screen filling with lines of type. 

Eric moved to the other end of his desk and leaned against his cabinet. He watched Nikolai work as he went through his explanation for the second time. Nikolai efficiently typed in commands, his strong-looking hands flying across the keyboard. As he leaned forward to scrutinize the computer screen, his dress shirt tightened across his broad shoulders. 

Eric wondered what he looked like without the shirt. Nikolai kept his hair cut short and he was clean-shaven. Would he have chest hair? Would he shave that too? He shook himself mentally and focused his attention on the phone call. 

Finally the client was willing to hang up.

“Sorry about that,” Eric said.

Nikolai shrugged. “You are doing your job and I am doing mine.” He made a few more keystrokes.

Eric was disappointed that Nikolai wasn’t interested. He really was just here to fix Eric’s memory leakage, whatever the hell that was.

“Well. I’ll let you get to it then. Just pretend I'm not here."

Nikolai turned and looked directly at Eric. “That would be difficult.”

“Oh.” Eric’s face was hot. He glanced over the cubicle wall at Lena. She grinned at him and pursed her lips, making exaggerated kissing motions.

He turned away. “So, um, what exactly is memory leakage anyway? Is it serious?”

Nikolai swiveled to face him. “Your operating system is not releasing the memory it does not need. This slows the computer down. Did you not notice a decrease in performance?”

Eric rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah, now that you mention it. It’s been kind of annoying since the last system update.”

“Annoying yes, but simple for me to fix.” Nikolai glanced at the screen. “I am loading a corrective patch. It will be installed shortly. Then I will go for lunch.” He watched Eric, impassively.


Eric sighed mentally. Thanks to his talkative client and his own lack of ability to smooth-talk, his opportunity to make any kind of connection with Nikolai was lost.

“Perhaps, if you do not have plans, you would join me?” Nikolai looked at him calmly as if he was indifferent to Eric’s answer, one hand resting casually on his knee.

Eric blinked and opened his mouth to answer. Nikolai leaned forward.

“Yeah. I’d like to.”

Nikolai relaxed and leaned back, rubbing his palm on his thigh as if his hand was sweaty. He grinned and Eric felt his pulse stutter. There was that megawatt smile again. Eric had a feeling he was one of a select few that got to see it.


Eric looked around. “Do you come here a lot?” They were sitting in a tiny dinner just a few blocks from work. Eric had passed it before but he’d never been inside.

Nikolai shrugged. “Once or twice a week. I become tired of my own cooking.”

Eric thought of his peanut butter sandwich, still sitting in the fridge at work.

“I know what you mean.” He bit into his cheeseburger, licking sauce from the corner of his mouth. “This is really good.” 

Nikolai watched him. “Good. Yes.” He held out a paper napkin.

Eric accepted it. Nikolai’s fingers brushed against his hand. Eric didn’t immediately pull away and Nikolai maintained contact just a little longer than necessary. Eric felt that tingle in his belly again. That contact had been deliberate. He was sure of it. 

Nikolai glanced around. He leaned towards Eric. “You have a girlfriend, Eric?”

Eric quickly swallowed his half-chewed mouthful of burger. He blushed. “No.”

“Perhaps a,” Nikolai paused, watching him intently, “boyfriend?”

“No.” Eric took a sip of his soda. His mouth was suddenly dry.

Nikolai sat back and picked up his own burger. He took an enormous bite, chewing with obvious enjoyment. “Good.”

to be continued

This week's Silver Flashers are . . .

RJ Scott (m/m)

Victoria Blisse (m/f)