Jet Mykles

EXCERPT: Pulling the Dragon's Tail from Shifting Sands anthology

2010-09-27T00:52:00.000-07:00

Available now from MLR Press
Pairing: m/m
Available in ebook from MLR Press
Coming soon in print

ANTHOLOGY BLURB
The wrath of a woman scorned is bad, but a witch's wrath is hell on earth. No one knows this better than the six men of Shifting Sands Ranch. When the owner's witch of a wife flees the ranch, she takes with her one of the cowboys and leaves behind a curse that dooms the remaining inhabitants to a life that is anything but normal. Now, every month when the moon comes full, each man takes on the form of an animal.
Witches, shifters and ancient curses, such is life on the Shifting Sands.
STORY BLURB
Daniel's watched the other men who live on his ranch find their lifemates one by one. He's watched them all fall prey to the curse of the Shifting Sands. His curse. His fault. When it's suggested that maybe the curse will break once all the men of the Sands find their mates, Daniel -- as the only one left -- knows that it's time to acknowledge what he's known all along.
Russell's been in love with Daniel as long as he can remember. So why did he run off with Daniel's wife? She's a witch, that's why! Of course, now that it's happened, how can he explain himself and hope to be believed?

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©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Daniel parked on the street not far from the main entrance of the small apartment complex. Although he knew the address well, he’d never been there before. Never been to Barston. But Russell was nearby. He could feel it.
Shutting off the truck, Daniel remained seated for a few moments, staring at his hands, waiting for the claws and the iridescent green and blue scales to retreat. Being so far away from the Sands was more unsettling than he’d thought. The farther he drove from his home base, the more the beast wanted to come out. He’d finally allowed the claws and the scales to remain, that little bit seeming to satisfy the dragon for a little while. But he was having a devil of a time keeping his eyes human. His sight kept slipping into that strange shape-sensory sight of the beast rather than normal vision. Not the easiest to drive with since the beast wasn’t great at seeing electrical stuff, like traffic lights.
“Damn!” it wasn’t working. The black claws and shining scales were still there although the shape of his hands remained mostly human. A weird afterimage to his sight told him that his eyes were half gone. Was this because he was so far from the Sands or was it because he was near Russell? Did it have anything to do with a nagging feeling that he had to get out of the truck now?
No help for it. Carefully tugging the cuffs of his flannel shirt as far over his hands as possible, he grabbed his hat and got out of the truck. Luckily, it was a dark night so he might be able to go undetected, at least to Russell’s apartment. He’d have to tackle the problem of what to do in the morning, when and if that trouble came.
Something was wrong. The feeling only increased. A definite pull guided him down the street away from the front door of the apartment complex. He shoved his hat onto his head and scowled at the door. That was where he wanted to go. But there was no denying the beast’s instincts when they were like this and the beast wanted to go down the street. Daniel jumped from the truck, hoping he’d parked in a parking zone, barely remembering to push the button on the key fob that’d lock the door. He forced himself to walk, although at a fast clip, toward the source of anxiety.
He heard them before he got to the corner of an alley between two buildings. An animal growl sank into his skin, shifting his vision completely to shapes and pushing his own anger to the surface. He curled his talons into palms that’d developed the thickly calloused pads of the beast. A curl of smoke drifted from his nostrils as he rounded the corner.
Four men. One on the ground to the side, clutching his arm and crying out. He smelled of blood. One standing a few paces away, staring at the remaining two, who were locked together. Russell was one of the two. He stood out as a shining orange-gold beacon despite the fact Daniel’s beast had never seen him firsthand. He was wrapped around the other, bigger man, teeth sunk into the meat of the man’s neck, one malformed hand gripping the man’s chest. Claws dug into the man’s skin. Daniel knew a partial shift when he saw one, having coaxed his men through a few of them over the past two years.
Instinct kicked in. “Russell!” he barked, putting a little of the dragon’s musical tone in his voice. It often worked to stun others.
Russell startled, lifting his head. Daniel saw the blood in his mouth as violet fluid running down the orange contours that made up his face. His victim sagged in his grip but Russell barely noticed him, turning toward the sound of Daniel’s voice.
Daniel strode purposely toward the men. The one on the ground scrambled to his feet, leaning up against the wall. He was a mixture of reds and blues through to violets to Daniel, strangely detailed enough that Daniel knew he was gaping in shock. The unharmed man turned to face Daniel, his shapes made up of murky reds and ugly greens, but his angry scowl drained from his face at whatever he saw. Daniel grimaced, wondering if his beard was all white yet, and how many scales shone on his skin. He knew his eyes had to be shining gold if he was seeing in emotional shapes. Had the horns sprouted from his head yet?
Daniel dismissed them all, including the injured man in Russell’s grasp. He concentrated on Russell, seeing the tiger on the verge of bursting forth. That answered the question about the twelfth animal easily enough. “Russell, let him go.”
The younger man’s lip curled up in a snarl. It was far enough from the full moon that the fever shouldn’t take him this hard, but who knew what Russell was suffering with such an extended absence from the Sands?
“Russell!” Daniel put all the command that he knew in his voice. “Do as I say.”
Russell’s grip faltered, allowing the injured man to drop from his grasp. His mouth fell open, the shape of his fangs clear in the opening. “Daniel?”
“It’s me, Russell.”
“What the fuck is going on?” the only uninjured man demanded. He stepped toward Daniel, the stink of fear belying his bravado. “Who the hell are you?”
Daniel grabbed the wrist of the hand that shot out in what might have been a good right hook. Although the man’s arm was larger than his, it stopped dead. Angry, Daniel let the man have the full brunt of his gaze, his claws just biting into the other man’s skin. “Get. Out. Of. Here.” He enunciated properly, letting the beast’s angry growl seep from his lips.
All of the man’s courage drained from the face before him and the pungent stink of fresh urine overlay the old urine smell of the alley. “W-what the fuck are you?”
“Nothing you’ll want to remember tomorrow.” Daniel shoved the man’s arm away. “Take your friends and go.”
Disregarding the men, he turned his head back to face Russell, who hadn’t moved. They stared at each other, frozen, as the three men scrambled from the alley. Russell leaned heavily against the stucco wall, knees bent, panting. Daniel’s strange vision showed him a superimposition of the tiger barely below the surface of Russell’s skin. How long had he been like that, so close to changing?
“We have to go,” Daniel said softly, once he heard the other men’s truck speed down the street.
Russell didn’t move except for breathing, and the wet tongue that slowly snaked out to lap at his lower lip.
Daniel tracked the progress of that wet muscle, trying to ignore what the sight did to fill his cock. He took a step toward the younger man, holding out his hand.
Russell’s gaze snapped down, widened. “Daniel?” No doubt he saw the scales and the claws. How much showed on Daniel’s face?
The beast demanded that he pounce, that he change so he could wrap his serpentine body around Russell to get the most skin-to-scale contact possible. But the human in him prevailed. He needed to take this slow or else he’d literally have an out-of-control tiger on his hands. Daniel spread both hands, palms toward Russell. He could take the cat, if necessary, but he’d much rather not. “It’s me, Russell.” He took another step. “Trust your instincts.”
A fine tremor shook Russell’s body. The claws he still sported dug shallow furrows in the bricks at his back. His own beast’s fine instincts spilled scales down his shoulders, neck, back and arms a split second before Russell launched from the wall at Daniel. Instinct again had Daniel catching him rather than using his own claws to slice open his belly. The smaller man slammed into him, arms snaking around him. Daniel did some arm-wrapping of his own, angling his head to meet Russell mouth-to-mouth just as tiger claws shredded the back of his shirt and scraped over the scales that covered his back.
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Fiction with Friction - Gay For You

2010-09-11T17:12:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/09/fiction-with-friction-gay-for-you/)
I posted some thoughts about the Gay For You theme at Fiction with Friction

Available Now! Indigo Knights: Squire

2010-09-06T21:17:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/09/available-now-indigo-knights-squire/)

Izzy and Rabin have arrived. Indigo Knights: Squire is available now from Loose Id

EXCERPT: Indigo Knights: Squire

2010-08-29T11:37:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/excerpt-indigo-knights-squire/)
Due out September 2010 from Loose Id

Pairing: m/m

Available soon from Loose Id

BLURB

Coming soon

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Â© 2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

He followed Izzy up the porch and into the darkened house but felt oddly reluctant to head to his room. Heâ€™d been having a good time with Izzy.

â€œWant a snack?â€ Izzy stood, just a silhouette in the entrance to the kitchen, backlit by the moonlight from the bay window.

Given an excuse, Rabin decided it was just that. â€œNah. I think Iâ€™m just going to head on up to bed.â€ Bed. The word had a charge to it that made him look away. Even if he was feeling attraction -- and thatâ€™s probably what it was, strangely enough -- he wasnâ€™t going to do anything about it. It was a weird night. One that should end before anything happened. â€œâ€™Night.â€

â€œâ€™Night.â€

Izzy didnâ€™t move as Rabin headed up the stairs. It was a relief to walk into the darkness of the hallway. Rabin walked into his room, closed the door, and didnâ€™t bother with a light. There was enough moonlight coming through the open window to see just fine. Besides, the chancy dark went with the feeling that he was missing something. It wasnâ€™t even sex. It wasâ€¦ He shook his head, unable to come up with anything. Maybe he should head down to Brentâ€™s studio and play for a while. Brent had told him he was welcome, and the guitar often helped him to make sense of his thoughts -- or at least calm them. Yeah, do that.

But first, he needed to change. The leather pants and boots were stylish but not all that comfortable. His shirt was off, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks when the knock sounded at the door. He froze.

â€œRabin?â€

Donâ€™t answer. Stupid. Izzy knew he was there. â€œYeah?â€

Without waiting permission, Izzy opened the door, a ghostly blue figure draped in the shadows that were his loose hair and dark jeans. His shoes were gone. He stared at Rabin, expression blank, unreadable.

â€œWhatâ€™s up?â€

Izzy approached, and Rabin had to force himself to remain seated, torn between equally strong desires to stand up and flee, or stand up and reach for the smaller man.

Izzy stopped at his knees and tried a smile. Long, thick fringe mostly hid his eyes. â€œThank you for tonight.â€

Rabin summoned a smile back for him. Nothing out of the ordinary here, nope. â€œYouâ€™re welcome.â€

Izzy searched his face -- for what, Rabin tried not to know. â€œRabin, Iâ€¦â€

Rabin frowned, forcing his gaze from Izzyâ€™s. â€œLook, Iz, we should call it a night.â€ Heâ€™d stay in his room; heâ€™d go to sleep and not go downstairs. Heâ€™d do that as soon as Izzy left.

â€œYouâ€™re right.â€ A palm cupped Rabinâ€™s jaw. â€œYouâ€™re right.â€

Startled by the touch, Rabin tilted his face back up. Izzy was right there, swooping down like a falcon catching a meal. Lips. Soft lips. Eager lips. Pressed against his own. At first, Rabinâ€™s eyes stayed open in shock, but the blurred sight of Izzyâ€™s long eyelashes caressing the soft ridges of his cheeks was too much to focus on when sensation ruled. He opened instinctively, his tongue seeking more. With a soft, happy moan, Izzy invited him in, tongue caressing tongue to coax Rabin to explore. So sweet. Rabin forgot he was kissing a guy and just concentrated on the mouth that easily melded with his. When Izzy straddled his lap, it was only natural to take hold of slim hips to pull that warm, solid body close. He fit so well, his slight weight perfect. Rabin slid one hand around back, teasing up the shirt hem to caress soft skin, encouraging gorgeous little moans he could barely hear. Fingers tightened in his hair, that little bit of pain egging him on to tilt his head and open wider. His blood heated with a fine tremor of pleasure.

Slowly, as the kiss calmed, proper brainwave function reasserted itself. Rabin opened his eyes and tilted his head back, but not far enough to lose the little nips and licks Izzy gave his lips. Rabinâ€™s cock was rock hard and uncomfortable in the leather pants, and Izzyâ€™s body pressed warm and willing against him didnâ€™t help matters any. â€œWait.â€

Izzy didnâ€™t stop, his fingers warm against either side of Rabinâ€™s neck. His hips rocked forward.

Rabin dug his fingers into Izzyâ€™s waist and turned his head. â€œWait.â€

â€œNo no no.â€ Izzyâ€™s breath caressed his lips, fingers tight on his skull behind his ears. â€œDonâ€™t think. Pleaseâ€¦justâ€¦â€ They were kissing again. God, it was fantastic. How could Izzy taste so good?

Wait. â€œIzzy, no. This is --â€

â€œThis is fine.â€ Tender kisses along his jaw. â€œItâ€™s okay.â€

â€œNo. Iâ€™m not --â€

â€œItâ€™s fine. I promise. Just this -- no promises, no expectations, I swear.â€ Finally dark eyes focused on his from inches away, pleading. Izzy was trembling -- not a lot, but when he was pressed this close, Rabin could feel it. â€œI need to be close toâ€¦someone tonight. And I think you do too.â€

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1RomanceEbooks Newsletter

2010-08-27T09:49:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/1romanceebooks-newsletter/)
I've been featured with a small interview in this week's 1RomanceEbooks newsletter talking up Bye Bye Skyler, Morgan Hawke and more.

New Cover - Squire

2010-08-26T16:26:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/new-cover-squire/)

Is this not awesome?! I love this cover. Kudos and my everlasting thanks to PL Nunn for the Rabin/Izzy loveliness

Keep up to date about what's happening with Squire here. Still due out beginning of September.

Sneak peek: Indigo Knights: Squire

2010-08-15T12:08:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/sneak-peek-indigo-knights-squire/)
No cover yet and still working on edits (although I think they might be done now), but here's a sneaky peek at Squire.

This isn't a long excerpt, just a quick look at when Rabin meets Izzy. And, yes, Brent would be Heaven Sent's Brent Rose.

Keep up to date with IK1: Squire here

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©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

When Rabin finally found the gate with the number Brent had given him, he was fairly bouncing with excitement. This place was fucking unreal. He leaned out his window to press a button on a pad mounted in front of the gate.

"Hey, Rabin." Brent's voice was crystal clear.

"How'd you know it's me?"

"Cameras everywhere." Brent laughed as the gate in front of Rabin began to slide open. "Come on up. Front door's open."

Daylight was slowly fading to twilight as Rabin parked his truck beside a dusty black Corvette and a recently washed white Mazda under the shade of a spreading tree. Rabin knew fuck all what kind of tree it was, but it sure was pretty, matching many of the other trees that surrounded the house and the embankment that led down from the house to the water. The house itself was two levels and looked like a huge cabin, complete with all the rustic finishes. Gorgeous.

After hefting his guitar case and the largest of his three suitcases from the truck, he headed toward the front door and found it open as promised. "Hello?" He stopped at the threshold. Loud pop music and a truly heavenly scent of some sort of cooking poultry lead him to his right and what he thought might be the kitchen.

Kitchen it was, all done up in dark colors to match the rural feel of the exterior of the house. The appliances were state of the art, lining the wall to the left of the opening that led into the room as well as the wall in front of Rabin. A huge island dominated the center of the room, complete with copper pots hanging above it. A four-seater table was built into a huge bay window overlooking the lake to Rabin's right.

There was a young man who was very obviously not either Brent or Hell busy at the sink, his back to Rabin. He was on the short side, closer to Hell's diminutive height than he was to either Brent's or Rabin's size. His hair was shining black, pulled into a tail that hung in gentle waves halfway down his back. He was singing and jiggling to the music, shaking slim shoulders, a trim waist, and a pert little ass. Reaching the chorus of the song, he belted out in a very nice if slightly off-key tenor. Tugging a towel from where it hung at the waistband of his jeans, he turned around, eyes closed as he sang into an imaginary microphone. Rabin grinned, enjoying the show. The kid was incredibly pretty. A softly rounded jaw and high cheekbones gave his face a gorgeous shape, and a long, thick fringe of that black hair hid his forehead, brows, and part of his eyes. Seen from the front, his snug, lime green T-shirt proclaimed Straight? So is spaghetti until you heat it up. Once the chorus was done, his dusky pink lips curled up in a smile and his eyes opened. Amazing eyes. Big and almond shaped, with irises as dark as chocolate bonbons and lashes any woman would die for.

Finally seeing Rabin, the young man stopped, eyes and mouth open wide in surprise. "Oh. Hi."

Rabin felt like applauding but didn't, since he still held his bags. "Hi."

The kid's mouth closed and his throat worked over a swallow while an embarrassed flush colored softly rounded cheeks. "You must be Rabin." Tucking the towel back into his waistband, the young man hastily circled around the island toward him. One hand extended to go with a wide, welcoming smile. "I'm Izzy."

In Paradise

2010-08-14T11:03:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/in-paradise/)
... meaning Hawaii. My blog today over at Fiction with Friction

Now available - Bye Bye Skyler

2010-08-13T14:58:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/now-available-bye-bye-skyler/)
If you couldn't tell from my previous post, Bye Bye Skyler is now available from Aspen Mountain Press!

EXCERPT - Bye Bye Skyler (AMP)

2010-08-13T14:55:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/excerpt-bye-bye-skyler-amp/)
Released August 12, 2010 from Aspen Mountain Press

Pairing: m/f

This is a heavily revised and expanded version of an out of print story of the same name. Same characters, same situation but Iâ€™ve tweaked it mightily and itâ€™ll be longer.

Skyler has the dubious honor of being my only fully heterosexual main hero to date. I like him anyway.

BLURB:

Ann has safely put Skyler and her juvenile feelings for him behind her. Sheâ€™d been mad about him in high school but theyâ€™d never been more than friends. Then he left early graduation and never looked back.

Eleven years later, Skyler shows up and proves that sheâ€™s never gotten out of her system, no matter how much sheâ€™s tried. Heâ€™s only in town for a short time, but he makes it plain that heâ€™d like to see her during that time.

Can Ann take advantage of the opportunity and experience what she missed in high school without losing her heart to a man who has no intention of sticking around?

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Â©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Subtly, she drifted farther from him, losing his hand. "But since...?" Gram had been sure to fill her in about his travels of the past few years. Heâ€™d been around the world, drinking in every experience he could, while he could.

Although he itched for her touch, he played the good boy and shoved his hands into his jeans' pockets. "Yeah, I know. Europe was great. Australia was mind bending. Iâ€™ve been all across the States and back and down into Mexico. I loved it all. At the time." He gave the fatalistic shrug that had become so familiar lately. "It all ends up being the same underneath, just a different location."

"I find that hard to believe."

Another shrug. "Pretty much everywhere is just plain old home to someone."

"Interesting observation." Her voice was soft, her eyes on the ground the walked. "Do you think youâ€™d ever move back here?"

"Nah." Gut reaction. "Itâ€™s not for me. Nice to visit, but Iâ€™d go crazy if I stayed here."

To that she had no reaction and he chose to let the matter rest.

A trickle of water was all that dampened the creek bed that bisected the path. One wide arm of an oak tree spread low along the side of the path, convenient for sitting. Beyond was darkness, a haven of trees that had been his retreat during his younger days. A haven where he could be alone or where he could take a girlfriend. He stopped at the threshold. The two of them had been here before. Here heâ€™d made his fatal mistake.

A hand gently patted the back of his shoulder and looked down into her beautiful, sympathetic eyes. "Iâ€™m so sorry about your knee. You must have been devastated."

He blinked, so very far away from thinking about his short-lived career. "Thanks. I was. But life goes on."

"Youâ€™re okay now?"

"As much as anyone can be, I guess. A little limp sometimes." He shrugged.

"So." She settled against the branch, gazing up at the leafy canopy, not remembering or, it seemed, uncaring of their location. Her hands linked loosely before her. "What do you do these days besides travel the world?"

He braced beside her on the branch, watching the water. "A lot of nothing, actually. Thanks to Gramps, I was smart enough to invest then get out before everything crashed. So Iâ€™m okay for at least a few years while I decide."

"Decide...?"

He grinned at her. "What I want to be when I grow up."

She laughed and the warmth of the sound, the warmth of the woman, snapped his control. She was here and the moment felt right. He could no longer stand not to touch her. He leaned in to close the distance between their lips, giving her ample time to pull away.

New Elf Stuff at CafePress

2010-08-03T17:42:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/new-elf-stuff-at-cafepress/)
Added ornaments, Sigg bottles and some cool underwear to the Salin, Krael and Radin sections of my CafePress store.

http://www.cafepress.com/jetmykles

New Image - Sci fi - Leisure Time

2010-08-02T11:43:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/08/new-image-sci-fi-leisure-time/)
New m/f sci-fi image in the 2010 gallery.

NOT WORKSAFE

Randomness

2010-07-19T11:15:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/07/randomness/)
I went to 7-11 just now because we were out of Coca-Cola (my main vice other than writing about sex). I pulled into a parking space and on the post in that protects the side of the building, was a sock on the post. Now, the post was waist high and bright yellow. The sock was a tube sock (luckily, I suppose) and clearly used. No holes but there were worn spots. The sock was stretched down over the pole like a cover.

O_O

It made me laugh. Made me wonder why anyone would do that. Where was the other sock? Stuck down someone's pants, perhaps? I couldn't think of why someone would do such a thing. Me being me, I started to think if perhaps it was a sign of a secret society (kind of like Ally's Sinister Starfish). If so, what could the sign mean? Is someone arranging an assignation? Is it a clue to an identity or a place? Or is it a gang/group marking their territory?

I love random stuff like that. It's harmless, hurts no one and nothing, but it sparks the imagination, even if only for a few minutes. That, to me, is a beautiful thing.

Leashed 3 now available at Amazon

2010-07-17T11:08:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/07/leashed-3-now-available-at-amazon/)
Not sure when it'll hit other places, but L3 is now available in print at Amazon.

Leashed 3: The Lion's Share

Sexy Santa's Elves?

2010-07-17T11:00:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/07/sexy-santas-elves/)
Wrote a little about the WIP at FWF.

Yes, you read right. Santa's Elves. What will I think up next?

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2010/07/17/sexy-santas-elves/

Free story - Solo Vacation

2010-07-10T08:18:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/07/free-story-solo-vacation/)

New free story over at Fiction with Friction: Solo Vacation. ******NOT WORKSAFE******

Do yourself a favor and check out the other stories from the rest of the week too. Good stuff!

What works for you

2010-06-19T00:27:00.001-07:00

Wrote a blog over at Fiction with Friction and liked it enough to point toward it here. My ramblings on romance.

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2010/06/19/what-works-for-you/

Now Available - Encore! Encore!

2010-02-10T21:59:00.001-08:00

Encore! Encore! with my story Much Ado is now available

EXCERPT - Much Ado from the Encore! Encore! anthology

2010-01-25T22:20:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/01/excerpt-much-ado-from-the-encore-encore-anthology/)
Due to be released February or March 2010 from MLR Press

Pairing: m/m

The powers that be at MLR Press asked for it and I, weak as I am, agreed to do a sequel to About Something.

BLURB:

Turns out life as a drag queen isn’t what Shawn thought it would be. He loves the costumes and dressing up, but he’s found he’s better suited to performing from a script than vamping onstage. Too bad Shawn figured this out long after breaking up with Roscoe when his bossy director boyfriend told him he didn’t have what it would take.

Two years later, Shawn may not be wildly happy but he’s content. That is until Roscoe shows up to ask him to reprise his role as Beatrice in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. Roscoe is as magnetic as he’s always been and the spark between them is still burning bright.

When Roscoe turns on the charm for a more personal reunion, can Shawn resist? Does he even want to?

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© 2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Roscoe folded his forearms on the bar before him, one of his elbows brushing Shawn’s. “It’s a paying gig. Equity. You could get your card.”

“Aha.” Shawn took a sip of his drink, keeping his eyes on the bar. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why are you showing up, out of the blue, with an offer?”

Some of their audience had drifted away, but Shawn had no doubt those who remained would spread the word.

Didn’t seem like Roscoe cared who heard. “I told you. I need you. Play’s not the same without you.”

“Why that play?”

“I like that play.”

“You going to call Bonnie in California to come play Benedick?”

When there was no answer, he slanted his gaze at the other man.

Roscoe stared at the array of bottles on the mirrored wall behind the bar. He shook his head, not smiling now. “No.”

“What? You don’t think she did great?”

“I do, and you know it.”

“Right.” He took a healthy drink then carefully set his glass down. “But you weren’t sleeping with her.”

Ever aware of his performance, on and off stage, Roscoe gave it a beat, turned to face Shawn then sat back, putting some distance between them. “My offer is sincere, regardless of our past.”

“I’m sure the offer’s sincere. But it doesn’t make anything that happened between us right.”

He heard the disgusted snort even though he wasn’t looking Roscoe’s way. “Who said I was trying to make anything right? I’m trying to offer you a job.”

Shawn faced him. “A real job.”

Roscoe tilted his head.

“Go ahead, say it. You want to.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

They had a silent, rapt audience now. The only sound was the Eighties music pumping through the speakers overhead.

Shawn was not adverse to giving them a show. These people would be on his side. “Why not? I know what you want to say. What the hell are you doing slumming here anyway? You hate places like this.”

The older man shook his head. “I never said that.”

“Oh, okay. Then you just hate me being in a place like this?”

Roscoe glanced at the people surrounding them. “You sure you want to do it like this?”

“Why not? They like it here.”

The calm facade dissolved and finally Roscoe showed some anger as he crossed his arms over his chest. “My God, still the drama queen, are we?”

“Fuck you.” Shawn slammed his hand on the bar and stepped back. “I don’t need your hand out, Mr. Big Shot Director. Why don’t you go somewhere else and find someone who’s willing to bend over and take it from you.”

In one sudden move, Roscoe rolled to his feet, leaning over and into Shawn. “You used to do it willingly,” he murmured, lips just inches away from Shawn’s.

Shawn barely managed to keep himself from jumping up and wrapping himself in Roscoe’s embrace. As it was, he caught himself leaning toward the hard strength he knew was inside that shirt. Nostrils flaring, he glared up into Roscoe’s face, determined not to back down. “Not. Any. More.”

Roscoe stayed where he was, staring Shawn down. The air around them vibrated, and no one within hearing spoke.

Finally, Roscoe licked his lips. “Fine.” He took one step back. “You think about it. The offer stands, but I can only hold the role open for a week or so.”

“Don’t bother.”

Roscoe’s jaw worked from side to side, a sign to Shawn that he was reviewing and discarding a number of parting lines. In the end, he just said. “By the way, I caught your act. You were great tonight.” He turned and walked out.

Flummoxed, Shawn could only stare. He’d seen Shawn’s act? After all he’d said about how Shawn couldn’t succeed as a drag queen? Trust Roscoe to find words that would bite.

* * * * *

Thoroughly annoyed, Shawn refused to answer any questions that were pelted at him after Roscoe’s exit stage right. He fled to the haven of the dressing room and changed into his jeans and tennis shoes. After cleaning off all his makeup, he shouldered his backpack, checked his wallet to make sure he did, indeed, have cab fare then left by the back entrance.

Hailing a cab from the corner was easy, but just as he was about to duck in the back, someone came up behind him to hold the door. You don’t live in the city long before you develop a healthy dose of suspicion, so Shawn immediately straightened and jumped away.

It was Roscoe. He tilted his head forward so those black eyes peeked at Shawn over the horn rims. A lock of silky black hair dipped down to shade his eyes from the harsh street light. “Mind if I join you?”

If Shawn’s heart hadn’t already been hammering from the mild scare, it jumped into triple time now. “If I say no?”

Two years as this man’s lover had taught him what that wicked glimmer in those eyes meant. “Don’t say no.”

All blood rushed south to fill his cock and Shawn suddenly had trouble remembering why, exactly, he wanted to keep his distance from the man. Why would he decline that offer? He shrugged and climbed into the backseat, aware of the man crawling in beside him. Okay, yes, Roscoe was probably just pushing his point about the play. Mr. Director rarely gave up after only one volley. Shawn didn’t intend to give in, but, since he very well knew the tools of persuasion Roscoe had in his arsenal, he didn’t see why he couldn’t have a little fun. Yeah, he told himself as he settled in his seat, no harm in making him work for it.

“Where to?” asked the cabbie, glancing back at them through the dirty safety shield.

Shawn opened his mouth but Roscoe answered first, giving the address of his building. Before Shawn could continue to give his own address, Roscoe grabbed his arm to stop him.

He leaned closer. “Come home with me.”

Shawn swallowed, watching those gorgeous lips caress the words. Home meant a lot more when Roscoe said it, since the home he meant had been Shawn’s once too. “Why should I?”

Roscoe’s lips parted, that tongue again swiping over his bottom lip. “I want you to.”

Shawn snorted, clutching at the backpack he held in his lap. “You can’t always get what you want.”

“But you can get what you need.”

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Over The Top

2010-01-24T17:38:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/01/over-the-top/)
I have been accused, on occasion, of writing characters who are over the top. I don't, by the way, at all mind this accusation. I just think it's noteworthy. I like over the top characters. In moderation, of course. Too many or too much can be overwhelming, but if you've got the right outlandish character in the mix, then they tend to keep things interesting.

Take Justin from Just For You. He's nearly a queen. Not quite, but he wouldn't have far to go if he so chose. I could, for instance, see him cross dressing without batting an eye about it. I know he wears clothing that some would consider OTT. But I think Justin was a rather balanced character, actually. His OTT glossed over a very thoughtful man who'd been hurt in the past and chose not to dwell on it and move on.

And Johnnie from Heaven Sent. OMG, isn't he OTT? But he should be. A lead singer in a rock band has to forge ahead and thump people over the head with how very special he and his band are. But, again, the OTT was a gloss. It's his job and he loves it, plays it to the hild 24/7. But once Tyler figured all that out, he found the warm, mushy center underneath and that's what's special about Johnnie. Strange to realize that he's so very loyal but he's really a puppy dog underneath all the glitz. Hmm, let's not tell him I said that, shall we?

Mustn't forget Hell from Heaven Sent either. I figure Hell's been small and cute all his life so he decided early on to work it rather than regret it. But that doesn't mean that's all he is. The imp rather likes throwing people off and scaring those who think he's a Kewpie doll without a brain. Don't let the lavender hair fool you.

There's also Ki from Tech Support. Again, here's a guy with a forceful personality who takes life by the horns and charges ahead. He sees no particular reason to deny himself or to let what he wants slip through his fingers. Is he an ass about about? Well, yes, sometimes.

And then there's my favorite elf, Radin. Not sure you can get much more over the top and arrogant than he, but he's got the stuff to back it up. He just is that powerful and that charming. I know, I created him LOL

Shows a certain amount of strength to be over the top. Can be annoying, sure and can make your teeth itch, but they get the job done. I think my OTT characters are my alternative to the overpowering alpha males many authors write. Now, let me say with conviction that there is nothing wrong with alpha males. I've read many a story with alpha males and enjoyed them. But, to use one of my favorite phrases, they make my teeth itch. Many times, I can't decide if I want to fuck them or shoot them. It's the nature of the beast. I'm just not great at writing that kind of character. Closest I've gotten are a few elves -- Salin and Krael come to mind -- Michael from Leashed and Drake from Fox and Dragon. But I don't think even they really fit the bill.

So, over the top? Sure. That's my thing and proud of it.

New image - Perfect Romance

2010-01-18T12:18:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/01/new-image-perfect-romance/)
My first public image of 2010. Just wanted to do a sweet pic of two guys kissing.

New year, strange year

2010-01-11T10:30:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/01/new-year-strange-year/)
I've been published now for five years. I now have 31 published works at three different publishers. Not bad. I'm pretty proud of that.

Since the start, I've had plans. I'm not talking about life plans or even really myself. I've had story plans. Began with the Dark Elves. It wasn't solid, but I did have an idea of sequels when I wrote Taken and Mastered. Once I met Radin, I had things I wanted to do to... uh, with him. Then came the Leashed books. I have plans for Meg and the boys. Okay, Leashed 4 is giving me fits at the moment, but that doesn't mean I don't have a general aim for them. Then, of course, came the boys from Heaven Sent and they proceeded to take over my life.

2005: I wrote about elves and shapeshifters and my first yaoi.

2006: Heaven Sent took over my life but I still got in some elves and shifters.

2007: I tried some new stuff but mainly stuck with the main three series

2008: Even more new stuff but started with pretty much finishing Heaven Sent. Oh yeah, Revelations came along later but I'll always admit that one's an add on. The main arc ended with Genesis.

Now that was strange. And end. It felt good but it was also really weird. People have asked me since if I'll write more about the boys and I did introduce a new sequel series that I still plan to write. But still, it was an end. But the elves and the shapeshifters were still going.

2009: wrote another Heaven Sent because Gretchen wouldn't be denied. Wrote Sursein Judgment and I do hope to write at least one more book in that series. But the big accomplishment was finishing the Dark Elves series.

Again, strange. Another end. To be honest, I was glad to see that particular end. I love that world, but it wrecked me. It felt really good to finally get to the glimmer of end that I saw way back in 2005. Pretty neat.

So now it's 2010 and I've only got one series left. I've still got lots of potential with Leashed, but I'm finding more and more plot and less and less erotic as I'm writing Leashed 4. I'm told that's a good thing by my readers, but Loose Id is an erotic romance publisher. I've got to have some of it. Oh, don't worry, it does have some, at least so far, but there's more.

I grew up on series books. I lived for fantasy books during school. I wouldn't read a book unless it was at least part of a trilogy. So I feel strange now just working on one.

Huh. Guess it's time to get serious about the Indigo Knights and try and think up something new.

Stay - FWF freebie

2010-01-02T01:06:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/01/stay-fwf-freebie/)
A continuation of last week's Make Me Yours. Here's the morning after in Stay.

Happy New Year!

Make Me Yours - FWF Holiday Freebie

2009-12-26T06:01:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/make-me-yours-fwf-holiday-freebie/)

It’s not Max and Ferris from Obsession and As A Plate, but how about Grant the photographer and Nicky, a model?

Make Me Yours

LA Weekly - Man on Man: The New Gay Romance

2009-12-16T21:50:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/la-weekly-man-on-man-the-new-gay-romance/)
Woot! I'm in an interview about gay romance in the LA Weekly. I think it's a rather good one, too. And I LOVE this artwork!!

The article features other authors as well, like James Buchanan and Stephanie Vaughan.

And there's a picture of me with my pink hair. Ack! LOL

New Cover - Two Man Team

2009-12-12T16:45:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/new-cover-two-man-team/)

I love this cover! It goes perfectly with One For The Team.

Thank you Christine Griffin!

New image - Don't Look

2009-12-12T10:24:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/new-image-dont-look/)
I got a cool Medusa character from DAZ and wanted to use her in something.

I'm on Naughty Bits

2009-12-08T15:08:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/im-on-naughty-bits/)
TeddyPig asked a few of us for the top 5 books that got us into writing gay romance.

Here are mine: http://www.teddypig.com/2009/12/jet-mykles-five-faves/

Nera and the Prince - 7

2009-12-07T13:57:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/nera-and-the-prince-7/)
Poor Nera. Quite a status she's been given, but has the sharif made her life better or worse?

WARNING: lighter non-con and a little bit of m/m

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Ryun led the way back to his rooms, Aiden following with Nera bundled underneath his arm. No one spoke and Nera suspected Ryun's angry presence was what cut a swath through the people in the corridors.

Miyn was there when they entered but wisely stayed silent and melted aside as Ryun stormed through the door. As he angrily yanked off his jerkin and boots, Aiden led Nera to sit on the wide bed. Aiden remained quiet and wouldn't meet her gaze as he slid the cloak from her shoulders. He did reach up to smooth her loose hair and gave her a small, sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he rose and turned to face his master.

"Why wasn't she branded?" In an explosion of movement, Ryun grabbed Miyn by the neck and slammed her against the wall.

Nera's whimper was louder than Miyn's and only Aiden's hand on her shoulder kept her from leaping toward the other woman.

"My lord, I'm sorry." Miyn's voice was strangled, her body pliant.

Aiden stepped forward. "Ryun, stop."

His use of Ryun's given name startled Nera but not anyone else.

Ryun glared over his shoulder at the other man. "It's all her fault."

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Amanda Young's Giving Thanks Contest

2009-12-01T14:49:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/12/amanda-youngs-giving-thanks-contest/)
http://www.amandayoung.org/2009/12/01/giving-thanks-contest/

Tons of cool stuff to win, including a print copy of Rated X-mas that I signed.

Nera and the Prince - 6

2009-12-01T14:27:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/nera-and-the-prince-6/)
Now that Scarn's shaken things up, what's Ryun to do? Find out how their father reacts.

WARNINGS: non-con

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It was the first time Nera was alone -- or, at least, aware of it -- since her capture. She pressed her forehead to the raised arm of the couch and clutched her fingers to either side of her head. The tears stopped after only a short time, leaving behind an emptiness. Her body ached in new places but she couldn't believe it was anything serious. She'd survive, in body if not in soul.

Why was this happening to her? Why had Buir forsaken her? Or had Buir been attacked by the gods of the sharif?

She was still kneeling on the couch when they arrived. Huddled under the cloak, she peeked up to see Miyn rush in followed by Aiden in a great sweep of light gray robes.

Aiden fell to his knees at her side, the sleeves of his robe falling back on his pale forearms as he reached to cup her jaw. She might have flinched but his striking beauty worked as a balm to her nerves. For some reason, he calmed her despite the worry lines that marred the fine arch of her brows. She saw obvious concern in his narrowed green eyes. "Nera, are you all right?"

She opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer. She would not say she had been "all right" since she'd been taken from the temple.

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Revelations won Best Book of the Week at Whipped Cream

2009-11-30T09:20:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/revelations-won-best-book-of-the-week-at-whipped-cream/)
Heaven Sent 6: Revelations has won Best Book of the Week at the Long and Short of It's Whipped Cream review site! Thank you all for your votes!

Nera and the Prince - 5

2009-11-28T17:32:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/nera-and-the-prince-5/)
At long last, she continues! Please forgive if I get some details wrong between this episode and the last. It's been two years after all. I'm still writing mostly stream of conscious, with only a vague idea of where it's going.I'm not sure if it's what people have expected but this is pretty much the direction I'd originally intended. Sorry it took me so long.

Still keeping the non-con warning on this one. Because it gets worse.

Also, still no one editing this one but me so any mistakes you see I can only ask you to overlook.

WARNINGS: non-consensual sex, f/f interaction, anal sex.

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Nera woke alone. The heated male presence that had exhausted her the day and night previous was gone. She could not pretend it was just a dream because the gold silk sheets and plush, soft pillows that she saw when she opened her eyes could not have been in her cell a the temple.

She closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow, willing herself to be elsewhere or, if that were impossible, to die. The attack on the temple had come in the wee hours of the morning. The men hired to defend the sacred temple of Buir had fallen quickly to the attackers. By mid-morning, Nera and her sister priestesses had all been trussed up and hauled off to the neighboring country. It had taken two days of travel, during which she and her fellow prisoners were released once in the early afternoon and once just after dusk for eating and calls of nature. They had arrived at the sumptuous palace and they'd known a life of slavery was ahead of them.

Nera had never expected to become a pleasure slave.

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Revelations up for Best Book of the Week

2009-11-28T09:40:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/revelations-up-for-best-book-of-the-week/)
First, I got a lovely review from The Long and Short of It Whipped Cream for Heaven Sent 6: Revelations. Now my book is up for Best Book of the Week!

If you've time, please drop by and vote for me http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm

Voting ends Nov 29th

Interview with Amanda Young

2009-11-27T12:01:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/interview-with-amanda-young/)
Amanda Young was kind enough to interview me for her blog today.

http://www.amandayoung.org/2009/11/27/tgif-interview-jet-mykles/

Freebie - As A Plate

2009-11-23T15:10:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/freebie-as-a-plate/)
A continuation of Obsession has been posted at Selena Illyria's blog today. Happy Thanksgiving featuring Ferris and Max!

http://selenaillyria.com/2009/11/paranormal-thanksgiving-week-jet-mykles/

Caught Between

2009-11-15T11:23:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/caught-between/)
My monthly post at Loose Ends. This time it's about being caught between manuscripts.

http://looseidauthors.blogspot.com/2009/11/caught-between.html

Two anthology stories available as ebooks

2009-11-14T10:09:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/two-anthology-stories-available-as-ebooks/)
In case you missed it -- and I've been awful for not updating -- two of my MLR Press anthology stories are now available on their own as single stories.

Key To Me and About Something are both available through MLR Press

Unedited Excerpt: Two Man Team

2009-11-07T10:18:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/unedited-excerpt-two-man-team/)
Formerly titled, Team Player.

FYI, this story is a big spoiler for One For The Team. If you haven't read it and don't want to know what happens, stop here.

OFTT is a m/f story. This story is about Jason and Davey, two of Jen's best friends. I assure you, it becomes m/m.

Here's a taste of the first chapter as it now stands. Takes place right after Jen and Ken's wedding.

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Very unedited excerpt, ©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

They’d all figured Jen could handle it. None of them had intended to change their friendship or turn it into anything long term. Just friends having fun. Then Ken had thrown a wrench into the works. Or, as he claimed, Jen had mucked it up by sleeping with Jason, Bart and Davey but refusing to sleep with Ken. Jason had to admit, that would have ticked him off too. Looking back on the one night when the five of them had been together, Ken was the only one who hadn’t done more than kiss Jen. Of course, she’d stayed the night when him when the rest of them had gone home. That was the night Ken had seen the proverbial light and asked Jen to marry him. Jason was happy for them. He was. Looking at them now, he wondered why no one had seen that they were meant for each other before.

But. That didn’t help him tonight. Clearly, if he was going to find companionship, he would have to go elsewhere.

Setting his glass down on the pristine white tablecloth, he stood. Jen and Ken were busy so he chose not to bother them. He’d already bestowed his congratulations on the happy couple and he’d see them at work on Wednesday anyway since they weren’t going on their honeymoon until November. Bart would be busy elsewhere in the restaurant since it was open for business tonight as well.

Where was Davey? The little snot was his ride home, which was the only reason he was still drinking. Last time he’d seen the other man had been when there were still people dancing on the miniature floor. That had to have been an hour or so ago. As he meandered toward the door leading out of the banquet room, Jason pulled out his cell and sent a text to his friend: Where r you?

Once out of the hall, he edged around a small dining area toward the buzz of conversation that surrounded the bar. The area was pretty typical of an upscale restaurant like Bart’s. Up two steps and Jason was surrounded by shining polished wood, mirrors and muted lighting. A few mini tables were scattered in the open area on one side, but the main focus was the long bar and the shelves of booze behind on mirrored shelves. There was only about a dozen people there and he recognized a few from the wedding. He waved to Ken’s sister with her hubby and Tina and Dan from work, but headed for the end of the bar. He set down his empty glass and watched a few pitches in the Pirates/Brewers game while he waited for Jake, the bartender, to finish up and bring him another.

“Damn,” he muttered to himself, watching the roll of scores across the bottom of the plasma screen mounted on the wall. Mets won again. That meant his beloved Braves were another game down. It was a damn sure bet they weren’t going to make it to the playoffs this year.

He was halfway through another Black Russian and well into the next inning of the Rockies/Giants game when Davey finally texted him back. He flipped open the phone to read the message: Come. Back lot.

The parking lot in the back? “Why?” he asked the phone aloud, knowing full well it wouldn’t answer. So he texted it: Why?

A moment later came the reply: Just come.

Typical Davey. No explanation, just an expectation of obedience. Had he moved his car? If so, why? No telling with Davey, of course. He followed his own rules for everything.

Sighing, Jason stood, downed his drink and paid for it while grimacing at the onslaught of rich coffee liqueur down to his gullet. He hoped whatever Davey had in mind was worth it. He didn’t drink Black Russians often and he preferred to savor them.

Well acquainted with the layout of the restaurant, he headed for the darker hallways that led to the restrooms. Beyond the johns was another hall that led both to the manager’s office and employee’s lockers. There was also a fire door that led to the back parking lot. Once outside, he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the harsh fluorescent directly overhead that cast faux moonlight in the immediate vicinity. The parking lot in back only held ten spaces, meant for kitchen staff and managers. Bart’s beemer sat directly outside the door.

It took a moment but Jason finally located Davey leaning against the dark shadow of his deep blue Mustang GT at the very end of the halo of light. His white dress shirt and light colored slacks stood out against the black background of the trees that stood beyond the pavement, as did the bright pink T-shirt of the girl pressed against him.

What the hell? Jason scowled. Was he going to have to find another way home? That little shit.

Having heard the door open, Davey waved him over with one arm while keeping the other wrapped around the girl.

Muttering to himself, Jason descended the three cement steps of the stoop and crossed the lot. He really shouldn’t begrudge his buddy finding a date. Wasn’t he hoping to do the same thing?

She was cute, too. A little under Davey’s height, which put her around five-feet-four or -five, she had that hair that wasn’t quite brunette and wasn’t quite blonde but was kind of both, cut short level with her rounded chin. She had a slim little body with a tight belly shown off by the way her T-shirt rode up because her arms were around Davey’s neck. When she turned to grin at Jason, he guessed she was around their age with a bright smile and carefully plucked eyebrows. He couldn’t tell the color of her eyes because it was too dark in the lot.

Jason stopped a few paces away from them and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. “What’s up?”

Davey grinned, the lenses of his thick-rimmed glasses catching a glint from the light behind Jason. “This is Tacy.”

The girl unwound her arms and turned to face Jason but kept her hip snuggled up against Davey. She extended a hand to Jason. “‘Stacey’ without the ‘s’. Hi.”

He took it, mustering a smile. Maybe she had a friend inside. “Hi.”

Her fingers slid over his palm as their hands parted and she gave him a warm little grin that he couldn’t decipher.

Keeping his eyes on Jason, Davey rubbed her back, making her T-shirt ride up her belly a little more. With the dip of her low-rise jeans, there was a nice bit of soft flesh visible. “Tacy’s never had two guys at once. I told her we could probably accommodate her. What do you think?”

Jason blinked. Then his jaw dropped. “Huh?”

Tacy giggled, propping her back up against Davey so he could slide his arms around her from behind.

Davey wasn’t even fazed by what he’d said. “Tacy wants to do us.”

She giggled again. “Or you do me.”

One of Davey’s thumbs tucked into the waistband of her jeans, right behind the button. “Some of both.”

Jason’s gaze snagged on that thumb, his imagination filling in what was right near it. “You guys are serious?”

“Oh yeah,” Tacy assured him.

“Do I know you?”

Pulling away from Davey, she closed the distance to Jason. Blue. Her eyes were blue. “Not yet.” She let that blue gaze rake him up and down before she spread her palms over his chest, slipping them underneath the lapels of his jacket to lightly press his nipples. “But we can fix that.”

He glanced over her shoulder. Davey remained where he was, arms now folded across his chest. His head was cocked to the side, shiny straight brown hair falling to the side from the tilt of his head. That smug little grin he almost always wore was right there, challenging Jason to take up the offer.

A few months ago, Jason might not have considered it. But, after what had happened with Jen this summer, he was caught. That night the five of them had shared sprung to mind. It had been sexy as hell watching the other guys fuck Jen, knowing they were watching when he was inside her himself. All too vividly he could conjure up the memory of Davey, naked and sheened with sweat as he plowed into Jen from behind. He remembered the fevered glee in Davey’s unshielded eyes when their gazes had met over Jen’s back, Davey fucking her while Jen sucked Jason’s cock. It was the singular most erotic thing he could remember doing in his life.

The light in Davey’s eyes told Jason he remembered the same thing. And wanted to do it again.

Why the hell not?

His thoughts had taken mere seconds. His gaze returned to Tacy’s by the time she spoke again. “What do you say?”

He grinned down at her, setting his hands on the curve of her hips. “I’m game if you are.”

FWF Fiction - Sexy Devil - Obsession

2009-10-31T07:01:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/10/fwf-fiction-sexy-devil-obsession/)

Today's my day to post Halloween fiction on Fiction with Friction.

Sexy Devil - Obsession

Warning, is graphic m/m sex.

Rainbow Award Finalist

2009-10-29T19:41:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/10/rainbow-award-finalist/)

I won a finalist spot in Elisa's Rainbow Awards! Thanks so much to those who voted for Revelations!

Available now - Just For You

2009-10-12T21:47:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/10/available-now-just-for-you/)

Just For You is available now at Loose Id

Two new images

2009-10-11T19:02:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/10/two-new-images-5/)
Another kitty pic and a female vamp.

Nudity Warning

http://www.jetmykles.com/image-gallery/2009-images/

Since my blog is posted to other sites now, I figure I shouldn't put in the nekkid pics except in the galleries.

New Image - Here, Kitty Kitty

2009-10-06T17:43:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/10/new-image-here-kitty-kitty/)
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="100" caption="Here, Kitty Kitty"][/caption]

Want to play with my new kitty? He's the mischievous type.

New Image - Late Night at the Office

2009-09-27T16:15:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/new-image-late-night-at-the-office/)

Not erotic but maybe kind of romantic if you look at it right. Just felt the mood to do a realistic "normal" type image.

Hot Comfort anthology now available

2009-09-21T23:10:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/hot-comfort-anthology-now-available/)

The print anthology Hot Comfort -- which contains my short story Devon Cream as well as stories by Kimberly Gardner, Luisa Prieto and Maura Anderson -- is now available from MLR Press.

http://mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=HCANTH01

Dark Elves VI: Awakening is available now

2009-09-14T21:01:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/dark-elves-vi-awakening-is-available-now/)

The series wrap up is available now from Loose Id.

Dark Elves I: Taken has a new cover

2009-09-14T00:14:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/dark-elves-i-taken-has-a-new-cover/)
The cover gods continue to be good to me. Anne Cain is redoing the ebook covers for the first four Dark Elves books. Here's Dark Elves I: Taken:

DE6 Now Has a Blurb

2009-09-11T18:38:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/de6-now-has-a-blurb/)
I've got the official blurb for Dark Elves VI: Awakening now:

As the first girl child born to the dark elves, Eryhaen is rhaejena—princess—and desired by all of the men around her. Born with magical gifts that challenge even the most experienced sorcerers among her people, she has the awe of her people and the devotion of her three best friends and lovers. Brevin, Lanthan and Tykir have been at her side their whole lives and each of the three young men would do anything for her and each other.

But Eryhaen needs more than untutored if eager lovers. She is out of control, and she knows it. Her magic is raw and wild, and she is not the only one who’s started to see her as a danger.

She needs help.

The only possibility is Radin, a legendary sorcerer, returned from the dead but magically unconscious for a quarter of a century. Dreams and undeniable instincts tell her that he’s the solution to her problems, if she can only wake him up.

Once she does, what then? He may be the answer to her problems, but is the legendary lover the man for her? Or is he meant for someone else?

DE6 Excerpt Expanded

2009-09-07T14:02:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/de6-excerpt-expanded/)
Just saw the excerpt Loose Id's going to post and it's the same scene but a tad longer than the one I chose. So I updated mine. Little bit more sex in this one.

http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/excerpt-dark-elves-vi-awakening/

EXCERPT - Just For You

2009-09-06T17:21:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/excerpt-just-for-you/)
Due to be released October 13 from Loose Id

Available soon from Loose Id

This story was one of those organic ones. I won't say it was super-easy, because it wasn't, but it was born out of a scene that popped into my head one day. The scene, in fact, that is depicted below.

It's one of my "gay for you" stories, I'll confess. What can I say? I like the dynamic.

BLURB (subject to change):

Justin falls for Kevin the instant they pass each other on a sidewalk. Only, Kevin’s not gay. The higher ups at Kevin’s company are gay, however, and Kevin’s accidental meeting with Justin gives him an idea how to get around his controlling female supervisor. If he can gain access to the top men at an exclusive gay club, he might be able to finally share his ideas.

Justin instantly agrees to be his date, despite the obvious heartbreak that’s headed his way for going out with a straight man. At the club, Kevin gets a chance to meet the company owner, Victor Chen, and the man seems interested… both in his ideas and his date.

Kevin can’t deny his attraction to Justin, but he’s not gay. Right? He should step aside and let Justin have a chance to date Victor, who’s gorgeous, rich, and shares Justin’s interest in fashion. Despite his internal struggles, he really wants to explore their growing bond. Justin is certainly game, but a part of him knows they can’t have a future together. Is there more to their instant attraction than either suspect?

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Mostly edited excerpt, ©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“… and then I…” Justin stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing two chatting women to split up to go around him. Ignoring their mild glares as they passed, he stared blindly over the plastic lid of his coffee cup, wondering if he’d just seen what he thought he’d seen.

Ahead, Frank kept walking a few steps before realizing he was alone. He spun, the spikes of his highlighted hair refusing to move in the mild breeze that kept the sunny street somewhat cool. “Hey?”

Justin heard him but couldn’t be bothered acknowledge the words. He snapped around, eagerly searching for… Oh yes! The hind view of the vision of loveliness that had just passed by him. Slightly rumpled charcoal slacks loosely framed a fine little derriere and an equally rumpled ice gray button-down draped slim shoulders. Waved hair the color of good French Roast almost brushed said shoulders.

“Justin, what are you…?”

Barely hearing his friend, Justin raced back down the sidewalk, nearly spilling his coffee in his rush to catch up to a wet dream come to life. He nearly ran over a guy on roller blades and just avoided getting wrapped up in a micro dog’s leash, but he finally made it to the vison’s side. He reached out to wrap a hand around an arm. Nice, he thought, feeling the biceps. Slim, but firm.

Said vision halted and twisted a graceful neck over and up to face Justin.

Oh. My. God! Innocently seductive brown eyes kind of focused on Justin from beneath sinfully full black lashes. Confused eyes that blinked up at him, positively enchanting. Elegant and sleek, just like the rest of him, Latino somewhere in his lineage, judging by facial features and gold skin tone. There was an almost innocence in that face even though he was had to be in his mid-twenties, at least. Justin wanted to devour the generous lips that parted in surprise.

“I’ve just fallen in love with you,” Justin declared, cradling his coffee cup to his chest as he kept hold on the vision’s arm. “What is your name, and please tell me you’re gay?”

“Justin!” Frank caught up with him, grabbing the wrist of the hand that had a grip on the vision’s arm. Frank tugged but Justin wouldn’t let go. “Justin, please, you’re annoying the nice man.”

Justin blinked at the dumbstruck object of his attention as the breeze puffed a lock of shiny dark hair across the man’s brow. “Nice man, please tell me your name so I know who to dream about tonight.”

“Justin!” Frank scolded, prying at his fingers.

Reluctantly, since the vision didn’t seem to be responding in kind, Justin let Frank remove his hand. But he kept eye contact.

“Please excuse him,” Frank said, yanking Justin away. “He’s not right in the head.”

“How can I be in the face of such beauty?” Justin protested, stumbling backward as Frank tugged.

Said beauty blinked slowly, his gorgeous pink lips still parted in shock.

“I work down the street at Juster’s. It’s a men’s boutique.” Justin wanted to cry. “Come find me, Prince Charming. Please!”

The vision blinked again, closed his mouth, and turned away.

Justin sobbed dramatically, watching a fine ass in shapeless slacks retreat. “There goes the love of my life.”

Frank snorted, forcibly turning Justin toward the intersection so he wouldn’t have to drag him anymore. “You’re a complete nutcase.”

Justin sighed and sipped his coffee. “I know. But you gotta go with your instincts, right?”

“Your instincts are going to get you killed one of these days.”

Justin waved his hand and avoided a group of chatting businessmen. “I’ve gotten beat up over it before. That’s nothing new.” He hummed dreamily as they stopped to wait for the light. “But he was pretty, wasn’t he?”

“He was that,” Frank admitted, pressing the WALK button.

Justin glanced back but the vision was long gone. “Not gay though, huh?”

“Not in the least.”

“Damn.”

* * * * *

Kevin returned to his cubicle, still bemused by what had just happened. He’d left to blow off a little steam with an afternoon walk. He certainly hadn’t expected to be hit on. By a guy, no less!

Raoul got up from his chair in the next cubicle just as Kevin sat down. Immediately, Kevin was reminded of the reason he’d left. Some of his amusement died.

“She’s gone,” Raoul told him, keeping his voice low. The three people in the neighboring cubicles were all on their side and could be trusted, but beyond that was sketchy.

“Gee,” Kevin checked his watch. “Three o’clock. Must be nice.”

Stacie pushed her chair close. “She’s going to” -- she made quote signs in the air with her fingers -- “‘work from home.’”

All three of them snorted at that.

Kevin shook his head. “The woman never listens.” He balled his fists, staring blankly at his monitor. “I know we could get that second installation if she’d just present the idea to either Greg or Victor.”

“Fat chance. She’s way too scared of how it went last time.”

Kevin waved a hand in the air. “We’ve fixed those problems. We’ve gone way beyond that. Besides, if we just talked to the customer…”

“Please,” Stacie scoffed, “remember what happened the last time she talked to a customer?”

Snarling soundlessly, Kevin slumped back his chair.

Raoul leaned on the low cubicle wall and shrugged. “What can we do?”

Kevin grimaced. “Unless we can get to Greg --”

“Which we can’t.”

“-- or Victor --”

“Yeah, right.”

“-- nothing.”

Stacie patted his shoulder before wheeling back to her keyboard.

Raoul gave him a sharp look and glanced at the drawers of Kevin’s desk. He raised his brows then shrugged before disappearing around the corner into his own little space.

Kevin knew what the look was for.

He stared at the second drawer of his metallic desk. Inside was the possible answer to their problems but only if he had the balls to go through with it. No one else does. It was an invitation that a friend had given him to an exclusive party at a popular local club. Kevin was not into the clubbing scene, but it was a sure bet that at least two of the three men Kevin needed to know would be there. The club was high-class and rumored to be the place. For homosexuals. Which both Greg Hanson and Victor Chen were.

Kevin Fuller, however, was not.

Kevin blinked, the coincidence crashing into him. He wanted to go to a gay club. He'd just been hit on by an obviously gay guy. Kismet?

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Click here to visit the site's main page for Just For You

EXCERPT - Dark Elves VI: Awakening

2009-09-06T17:17:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/excerpt-dark-elves-vi-awakening/)
Due out September 15, 2009 from Loose Id

Pairing: m/f; m/m; m/m/f; f/f; m/m/m/f

Available soon from Loose Id

So here it is, the last book of the main arc started in Dark Elves I: Taken. The children conceived in the first three books are now grown and ready to cause trouble. As a quick primer, Brevin is Salin and Diana's son, Lanthan is Krael and Suza's son, Tykir is Hyle and Gala's son, and Eryhaen is Savous and Irin's daughter. Not to mention there's this guy... from book three... who showed up in book five... yeah, we're dealing with him too.

BLURB (subject to change):

[coming soon because we're still working on it]

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Brevin’s left arm flew up, the long, slim dagger in reverse grip along his forearm to deflect Lanthan’s blade. As Lanthan began to twist away, Brevin brought up a fist, aiming for his gut. Lanthan was better than that, having spun into Brevin, catching him off guard enough so that when the smaller man’s ass rammed into his hips, he stumbled enough for Lanthan to grip his left arm and flip him head over heels. He ended flat on his back in the sand, stunned for those few precious seconds it took for Lanthan to drop to his knees and straddle Brevin’s chest, his blade at Brevin’s throat.

Lanthan’s grin was barely sane underneath the long fall of fringe that spilled over the wide band tied about his skull. “Got ya.”

Brevin snarled, fingers digging into the sand. But Lanthan’s knees pinned Brevin’s arms to the ground.

“Only because it’s left-handed.”

“No excuse,” said a deep voice overhead. “A skilled warrior fights equally well with both hands.”

Brevin closed his eyes. Lanthan’s father, Krael, was a cruel taskmaster, even in training. Especially in training. He wouldn’t accept any less than Brevin’s or Lanthan’s best even if they had just come back from battle. He wouldn’t let them have fun and just blow off steam as Brevin had hoped to do. Can’t he pay attention to the others? There were plenty of other trainees in the practice grounds for Krael to torture.

Lanthan laughed, easing up on Brevin’s throat. “Try again?”

Brevin had wondered if it was a good idea to spar so soon after their return, but after they’d left Tykir with the healers, he and Lanthan had been much too keyed up to stay in the dining hall or go to the pools. Tykir would be all right, but neither of them had truly believed it until the healer had said it himself.

“Yes.” Brevin snatched his right arm up from under Lanthan’s left knee and swung it in a roundhouse toward his friend’s head. As he’d fully expected, Lanthan shied right and back so the punch missed. Weapons dropped in the sand, they tussled, the two of them grappling until Brevin’s greater bulk won out and he had Lanthan pinned underneath him. Lanthan could barely catch his breath for laughing, his cheek pressed to the sand with one arm trapped underneath him and the other held between them by Brevin. Glistening black skin stretched over the taut muscles as Lanthan struggled underneath his weight. Brevin breathed over the closely shorn hair on his friend’s neck.

Then Lanthan stopped laughing. His ice blue eyes hooded. Clearly, he felt Brevin’s cock in the crack of his ass, rock hard. Only the dual layers of their clothing kept Brevin from pushing in immediately. Lanthan smelled divine. No. That wasn’t right. Lanthan didn’t smell like that, a scent of earth and sweet and sex. Not even fighting with his friend could get Brevin that instantly hard.

But there was one person who smelled like that, and one person who could get him instantly hard.

Lanthan blinked, his eyes shifting so he could look up at Brevin. The same thought occurred to him. And not just them. All around the practice arena, sounds of fighting stopped.

Barely rising from Lanthan, Brevin tilted his head and swiveled toward the entrance. There she was, alone and achingly stunning in one of those long, teasing shifts she preferred. Teasing because, although it was ankle-length, it was completely open at each side, held to her body only by the silk rope tied at her waist. When she walked, hungry eyes could catch tantalizing glimpses of the spare panties she wore to guard her sex. Eyrhaen. Her thigh-length hair was loose, much of it draping her slim shoulders as she calmly surveyed the cavern full of men. The men, young and older, barely moved, watching her, as aware of her heightened arousal as though she had announced it.

Then she found them, Brevin and Lanthan, and she smiled. Brevin couldn’t contain a shiver as she stepped onto the sand and began walking toward them.

Just before he shifted his weight off his friend, he glanced down at Lanthan. Ice blue eyes were closed, and white fringe almost hid his resigned look. Brevin could feel the sexual heat shimmering off him and knew that his own need was building to match it.

She had that effect on them. She had that effect on all of them.

He’d just gained his knees when two other youths raced toward Eyrhaen from behind. Brevin would have shot up to her defense, but Lanthan’s quick grip on his arm intercepted instinct and kept him on his knees. With one brief, curt nod, he showed Lanthan he was in control again, and they both remained where they were to watch.

Despite his instincts, he knew she didn’t need his help.

The boys were younger, maybe one hundred forty or fifty cycles at the most. They’d probably just come into sexual awareness. It was the only excuse for their behavior. Older males had learned their lesson with Eyrhaen. It was time for these to learn theirs.

They fell to their knees in front of her, stopping her progress. Desperate energy radiated from them, vibrating in the dry heat of the arena and spilling off the fresh bare skin of their shoulders and torsos.

“Rhajena,” one breathed, reaching for the thigh that was exposed by the nonexistent side of her shift.

The other just whimpered helplessly, hands up toward her, imploring.

She stopped, staring down at them. She could not have looked at a bug with any less interest. When the one touched her leg, she slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

He gasped, and Brevin managed not to wince in sympathy. He knew that slap. Knew that she put something extra behind it. Her touch could be bliss or torture or an agonizing combination of the two.

“Please.” The other one found his voice. Brevin knew that strangled tone too. He’d used it on a number of occasions, although he liked to think he’d never looked this pathetic in front of her. Few things would make a raedjour warrior beg, and the last few cycles had taught them that Eyrhaen was one.

“Go back to your lessons,” she chided, “both of you.” Like they were boys and not youths perhaps only thirty cycles younger than she. She stepped around them and resumed her path toward Brevin and Lanthan. At least she smiled as she approached, although he’d come to dread the smile almost as much as the frown. Her arousal beat at him, and he could only wonder what had gotten her to such a state. Her effect was far more pronounced than normal, the pleasure of it caressing him in hidden places she had yet to touch. What does she do when we’re not around? No, he’d rather not think about that.

She stopped a pace in front of them, fine sand sifting in between the toes on her pretty feet. She reached out to card her fingers through Brevin’s short locks. “I’m glad you’re back. I need you.”

Brevin closed his eyes. It was that simple. No matter what he was doing, if she spoke those words to him, he would follow her.

“Lanthan.”

He opened his eyes to see her other hand caressing Lanthan’s cheek. Excitement buzzed below his heart. Time with Eyrhaen was special, but sharing her with his friend was exquisite.

Without speaking, both he and Lanthan gathered their knives and rose to their feet. By that time, she’d turned and started out of the arena. They followed like cubs after a mother bear. Brevin felt the envious stares, but they didn’t bother him. He was one of the lucky ones, or so they thought. He and Lanthan -- and Tykir -- were lucky enough to be around her age, just enough older that they’d been close friends with her before her sexual needs had started to blossom. Very few of those whom she didn’t bless with her attentions understood that the luck had an evil twist.

Krael patted his shoulder as they passed, but said nothing more. He knew. He understood. As a truemated male, he didn’t feel her pull as strongly. He wasn’t immune, and as Lanthan’s father, he knew what they were to her.

She led them down a short corridor to the bathing pools. No surprise. She liked hot water. She liked being wet and clean and preferred it for her lovers. Lovers. That’s what she called them. Not for the first time he toyed with the idea of arguing with her about the meaning of that word.

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Click here for the site's main page for Dark Elves VI: Awakening

New Cover Goodness - Just For You

2009-09-03T19:08:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/09/new-cover-goodness-just-for-you/)

Isn’t it lovely? And it’s PERFECT for the story!

Title is Just For You. More about Justin and Kevin soon.

Gorgeous cover art by PL Nunn

Author Spotlight on Friskbiskit

2009-08-25T17:01:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/author-spotlight-on-friskbiskit/)
Jessica Freely's been kind enough to spotlight me today on Friskbiskit

http://www.friskbiskit.com/2009/08/author-spotlight-jet-mykles.html

Dark Elves VI has a cover

2009-08-25T10:57:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/dark-elves-vi-has-a-cover/)

Isn't it beautiful?! Anne Cain is so very good to me.

DE6 will be out from Loose Id on September 15th.

New Image - A Dryad, an Elemental and a Pixie

2009-08-19T19:52:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/new-image-a-dryad-an-elemental-and-a-pixie/)

A Dryad, an Elemental and a Pixie

Nudity warning but no sex

The Importance of Cover Art - FWF

2009-08-15T06:05:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/the-importance-of-cover-art-fwf/)
My post this week at Fiction with Fiction is all about cover art

Discussing Heaven Sent - This Week at Coffee Time Romance

2009-08-15T06:04:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/discussing-heaven-sent-this-week-at-coffee-time-romance/)
Last but not least, Heaven Sent. Come talk to me about the boys.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?t=9801

Fluid Sexuality

2009-08-08T10:13:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/fluid-sexuality/)
Blog post on the League of Amazing Writers

Discussing Leashed - This Week at Coffee Time Romance

2009-08-08T06:02:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/discussing-leashed-this-week-at-coffee-time-romance/)
This week, the Leashed series. Come talk with me about Meg, Rudy, Michael and their world.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?t=9801

Radio Interview - Radio Dentata

2009-08-03T12:50:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/radio-interview-radio-dentata/)
I'm on the radio today, Aug 3.

Radio Dentata. 1PM PST. Repeats 1PM Saturday, Aug 8.

Sorry for the short notice. I thought it was going to be next week but the schedule got changed. Hope I sound ok *gulp*

New image - Foot Fetish

2009-08-02T19:59:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/new-image-foot-fetish/)
New image in the 2009 gallery.

Elves with a foot fetish.

Discussing the Dark Elves - This week at Coffee Time Romance

2009-08-02T12:25:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/08/discussing-the-dark-elves-this-week-at-coffee-time-romance/)
I've decided to discuss my series work this month at the Coffee Time Romance forum.

This week, the Dark Elves. I'll post the blurbs and such and discuss any of the books.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?t=9801

The League's Month at Coffee Time Reader's Retreat

2009-07-31T19:59:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/the-leagues-month-at-coffee-time-readers-retreat/)

Join me and the Ladies of LAW starting tomorrow and going for all of August at the Coffee Time Romance Reader's Retreat forum.

Available Now - Heaven Sent: Revelations

2009-07-27T21:57:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/available-now-heaven-sent-revelations/)
The link is live. You can now find out about Gretchen and her boys.

Available at Loose Id

Summer Fun

2009-07-26T03:02:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/summer-fun/)
Thanks, Katrina!

Fun stuff, having Katrina here. She and I seem to share the same tastes in books. At least books about hot men doing other men. The excerpt for Off the Beaten Path certainly has me wanting to read more! Katrina and I have even both recently been into steampunk type stories. I wrote Sursein Judgment and Katrina's written Slight of Hand. I know both of us are looking to do more steampunk or -- as Ciar Cullen recently dubbed the softer side of steampunk -- "softsteam". Maybe sometime in the future the stars will align and we can be in an anthology or a series together.

Ah summer. Time of heat. Since I live in southern California and have all of my life, I'm well acquainted with the beast. I just realized that I don't have many stories that deal much with the season or time of year. Oh, I mention the passing of time in the Heaven Sent books, sure, but I've not dealt much with it. Revelations, though, does a little. Gretchen is on summer vacation, you see. The boys in the band are on a break and she decides she deserves one too. In her new house. She's even got a pool. Mmmm, yes, take a look at the cover for Revelations then think of Archer in the pool. That's in the book. It's actually great fun and I'm very happy with how it turned out.

I know there are some Heaven Sent fans who won't be checking out Revelations because it's menage and not pure m/m. I'm saddened by this, but I guess I understand. I hadn't meant to write a Heaven Sent story with girl cooties, I really hadn't. But then Owen cropped up and attached himself to Gretchen and the two of them just weren't complete without Archer. It was all quite organic. Okay, well, the coming up with the premise was organic. The actual writing bit me in the butt some. Gretchen and Owen were rather good to me. Unlike some *cough*Brent*cough* And what can I say? I just LIKE the menage dynamic. The thought that you and I are okay together, but put him/her in the mix and together we all just fit. After all, a triangle is much more substantial than a single line, yeah? Also, much as I enjoy m/m, I do still like to read and write stories with women in them. I went straight from Revelations into Dark Elves 6: Awakening and boy was that a culture shock!

My lastest three manuscripts were titled "awakening", "revelations" and "judgment". Jeez! Where has my mind been lately?

Next for me is a short story sequel to About Something for MLR Press, then the m/m sequel to One For The Team called Team Player. Then... well, I'm not entirely sure. I've got a few things to choose from. I guess it'll depend on which characters tackle me when the time is right.

But, anyway, I'm babbling. I hope if you get Revelations you enjoy Gretchen, Owen and Archer's summer of fun, as well as the visit with the boys. All of them -- including their significant others -- show up for at least a cameo.

Guest Blogger - Katrina Strauss - Summer is hot, but volunteerism is hotter!

2009-07-25T03:08:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/guest-blogger-katrina-strauss/)
Good day from Katrina Strauss! No, don't adjust your monitors -- you're at the right place! Many thanks to Jet for inviting me to play at her blog today. There are some sizzling men to be found here at ComputErotika, so I thought I’d bring two hotties of my own! That’s Travis and Kyle to your left. They’re the stars of my next m/m release, Off the Beaten Path, coming this Tuesday, July 28th from Loose Id.

As you might guess from the cover, Off the Beaten Path centers on a camping trip. Well, okay, besides the double whammy of sexy man chest, it involves camping! To be more precise, Travis and Kyle are thrown together on what’s called a “volunteer vacation” at a wilderness state park. A volunteer vacation can be enjoyed in a variety of ways. Here are some opportunities begging to be taken advantage of:

** Constructing an inner city playground from recycled goods.
** Building or maintaining pedestrian and bike trails on former railroad beds.
** Wilderness trail maintenance at state and national parks.
** Working for a day at a local soup kitchen or food bank.
** Mentoring at-risk youth enrolled in summer programs.
** Planting trees with the Nature Conservancy.
** Building houses with Habitat for Humanity.

And that’s just a few! As you can see from the above list, volunteer vacations can range from day trip to out-of-town adventure, urban outing to wilderness escape. When volunteering at state and national parks, participants can receive a discount on guest fees with meals, housing, and/or camping equipment provided. (Volunteers are also often granted access to parts of the park that are closed to the public!) If you’re a high school student planning for college, or a college student seeking an internship, a volunteer vacation can count toward service points. Best of all, a volunteer vacation can be enjoyed by friends, families, youth organizations, church groups, etc, with crew size numbering from a few to several members depending on the task at hand.

Or as Kyle’s friend Mac explains to Travis, a volunteer vacation is “a nice alternative to the usual Vegas trip or overpriced ocean cruise, plus you do something that helps others.” If you’re looking to enjoy an affordable vacation that’s a little different, and serving a worthwhile purpose while you’re at it, you may want to consider one of the volunteer variety! Simply Google “volunteer vacation” to learn more!

Back to Travis and Kyle, I’ll leave you with the blurb and a teaser from their own excursion off the beaten path:

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BLURB:

Travis Bell is openly gay to family and friends, but as a college athlete, he chooses not to be defined by his sexuality. When he covers for a friend’s misdeed, he’s forced to negotiate his future without losing his lacrosse scholarship.

The last thing he plans on is a “volunteer vacation” in the remote wilderness with Omega Beta Pi, aka Off the Beaten Path, a fraternity devoted to gay rights and environmental causes. Worse, Travis must share a tent with Kyle, an opinionated activist who also happens to be the hottest guy Travis has ever met.

A proud activist, Kyle Schafer disapproves of Travis’s indifference toward issues affecting the environment and gay community. To his even greater annoyance, Kyle finds himself attracted to his shallow tentmate on a purely physical level. Travis goes against everything Kyle believes in, but that doesn’t dampen the chemistry that sparks between them.

In a battle of wits and libido, Travis and Kyle venture into the uncharted territory of their deepest desires... and learn the path less traveled can lead straight to the heart.

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EXCERPT -- Copyright 2008 by Katrina Strauss
Coming July 28th from Loose Id at:
http://www.loose-id.com/prod-Off_the_Beaten_Path-982.aspx

Kyle wiped the sweat from his brow, tucking the strands that loosed from his ponytail behind his ear. He’d slipped out of his flannel overshirt at some point and tied it around his waist above his shorts, his T-shirt clinging to him in spite of the moderate eighty-degree temperature.

Leaning on the rake with one arm, he reached out and accepted a bottle of water from Travis. The fact that they both wore work gloves did little to insulate the jolt of current that sparked between them when their fingers brushed. Thoughts of how things might have gone in the tent that morning inadvertently played through Kyle’s mind again.

Taking a sip, he stole a glimpse as Travis bent over to get another bottle from the small cooler they’d brought along. He tried not to stare as Travis tilted his head back and took a hearty swig of water. The other man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, sweat dripping down the corded sinews of his throat, every muscle of his torso clearly outlined through the stretched cotton of the white tank top. His six-pack abs crunched in where he’d followed Kyle’s lead and knotted his hoodie at the waist.

With a satisfied sigh, Travis pulled the bottle away from his lips, giving them a lick before pouring the remaining water over his head. Eyes closed, he shook his head, slinging the water from his ruffled hair.

Kyle nearly fell over as the rake gave under his weight. Catching himself, he turned away and set back to work. Between the athlete’s stamina and Kyle’s determination not to be outdone, they’d hacked away several feet of overgrown vegetation in the past two hours. They’d done such an effective job, Lance had instructed Kyle and Travis to pick their way a quarter of a mile up the path, then work their way back down to the remaining team.

Kyle had initially experienced discomfort at being alone with Travis for the first time since their awkward awakening in the tent that morning, but they’d soon fallen into comfortable, silent tandem as they worked side by side, their movements in rhythm to the buzz of locusts from the trees. Kyle couldn’t help but notice that so long as they weren’t talking, they made a pretty good team. He supposed that if they were going to get along, however, small talk was inevitable.

He just wished he could form a coherent sentence whenever Travis’s well-sculpted body filled his view.

**********

Talk about battling the summer heat, eh? Thanks again to Jet for having me today! You may now return to your regularly scheduled blog. I can’t wait to learn more about Jet’s next Heaven Sent installment, Revelations, which also releases July 28th. Something tells me we’re due for a scorcher!

Conference is over

2009-07-19T07:35:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/conference-is-over/)
And I think it went well. I, personally, wasn't terribly productive but I'm pretty sure others were.

Jade Buchanan kicked ass as the Rainbow Romance Writer president. She met everyone -- or so it seemed to me -- and made sure she touched base with all the members she could. Looks like RRW weathered its first RWA pretty well. And Jade made lots of contacts for herself, of course, which is all good.

Ally Blue met the president (or equivalent) of the local Lamda chapter at a restaurant down the street from the hotel, so that was pretty cool.

I finally met Anne Cain. That was cool! I finally have a face to put with the excellent artwork. Talked to Treva Harte and a bunch of cool Loose Id authors at a delicious Lebanese restaurant. Met LB Gregg aka Lisabea and we had some good laughs. I met a lot of other great people and (if you're reading) I'm so sorry I don't remember all the names. I must admit to being a tad spacy during much of this weekend. Must be the bright purple hair *sage nod*

All in all, good fun even if I didn't do the networking I was supposed to. Ally and I discovered that DC -- at least the part we were in -- is crawling with gorgeous men! OMG, there were too many of them to properly process the hottness. Eye candy all over the place and, I've been assured by someone who lives here, probably most of them are gay *dies*

Not sure if I'll go to Nashville next year but who knows? I wasn't going to go to this one either. We'll have to see what happens between now and then.

EXCERPT - Heaven Sent: Revelations

2009-07-17T14:01:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/excerpt-heaven-sent-revelations/)
To be released July 28, 2009 by Loose Id

Pairing: m/m/f

Available soon in ebook at Loose Id

A woman in Heaven Sent?! Well, yeah, she's been with them the entire time. Gretchen deserves her HEA!

BLURB:

For years, Gretchen’s main objective has been taking care of the boys of Heaven Sent. When her boys decide to take a year-long hiatus, she decides to do the same.

Before she can begin her summer off, Gretchen has one last public commitment. There, she meets tall, mysterious, and wickedly handsome Archer Thanos. Archer’s company has a video game based on Heaven Sent and he’s has been trying to get in touch with her to discuss it. Their first meeting quickly turns into a discussion of another type … in a nearby hotel room, sending Gretchen headlong into a whirlwind summer affair she hadn’t anticipated.

Only, someone isn’t exactly thrilled about Gretchen and Archer’s romance. Gretchen’s adorable new assistant, Owen, has been pining for his boss since he started working for her but he hasn’t had the courage to assert himself and tell her he wants her. The result, Gretchen is completely blind to his feelings for her. To make matters worse, after meeting Archer, Owen knows he has no chance against the handsome devil. His own attraction to the older man is instant and overwhelming, the bisexual urges he hasn’t divulged to Gretchen fully awakening.

Owen thinks he’s not enough for Gretchen. Gretchen thinks Owen is far too young for her. Archer thinks they’re both ridiculous. He knows the three of them are just right for each other, if they can survive the miscommunications and trials ahead.

*****************************

©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Palm Springs?”

Owen stared at his monitor. “Yeah.”

Jane sighed and perched on the far edge of his desk. “And she just met him this last week?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. What a life.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh God, would you stop mooning already?”

Scowling, he checked that the office door was closed. “Be a little louder, why don’t you?”

She reached up to smooth a hand over her short, straight black hair. “Oh, no one’s going to hear. Just about everyone’s gone home.”

He turned back to his monitor and tried to ignore her.

He’d known it wouldn’t work. She sat up further on his desk, leaning toward him. “Owen, you know you don’t have a chance with her, right?”

At times like this, he deeply regretted confiding in Jane. But they’d become good friends in the past few months, and he’d needed someone to talk to. Someone who understood. All his other friends were back in Atlanta, and they were too far removed from the business to get it. The only other person was his cousin Ellen. She was way too close to Gretchen for him to tell her anything.

When he didn’t answer her, Jane shook his shoulder.

“Hey.” He scowled up at her.

Her blue eyes narrowed. “She spends most of her time with rockstars, Owen. Gorgeous ones. She eats up handsome, successful men for lunch. She’s got guys like this Archer taking her away on expensive weekends. What could you possibly offer her other than your boyish charm?”

He gave her a mocking sweet smile. “Gee, thanks.”

She smoothed a hand over his hair. “I’m just trying to help you, honey. Mooning over the boss lady is just going to keep you distracted when a girl you can have and should be with comes along.”

He snatched his head away. Women were always petting him, he was used to it, but that didn’t stop it from being annoying when he was peeved. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s talk about this Saturday.” She clapped her hands like a giddy schoolgirl. “I’ll have to go out shopping for a new dress. You want to come with?”

“Oh yeah, that’s just what I want to do.”

She grimaced. “You know, darling, I have to say that you’re the strangest gay man I’ve ever met.”

That demanded that he give her the look. “I think you’d have to call me bisexual. I like girls too, remember.”

“Yeah. I guess it’s not so outlandish since you work for Heaven Sent after all. Well, once removed.”

Was she trying to depress him more? “Don’t you have a job to do?”

She batted her heavily mascaraed eyes at him, undeterred. “Bored with my company already?”

“Just the topic of conversation.”

“Fine.” She jumped off his desk and patted the folders she’d left in his inbox. “Make sure she sees those. There’s a new director whose work she should look at.”

“Will do.”

“See you later. We’ll make shopping plans.” Giggling at his scowl, she opened the door and left.

Once the door had clicked shut after her, he gave up the pretense of working. Staring morosely at his desk blotter, he began his favorite task since Monday: trying to figure out a way to make Gretchen not go away with this Archer creep for the weekend. So far, no dice. He wasn’t going to do anything drastic, and no one from Heaven Sent had jumped in to demand her attention. The closest was when Chris Faith called for her, but he’d ended up calling her cell and getting his answer. Meantime, he’d had to hear about all her preparations for the trip. He’d even made calls to reserve a private table at a very chic restaurant for her and Archer.

Depressed, he tried to make himself see things a different way. This was a new thing. She hadn’t dated in a long time. She’d barely talked about Archer as more than a sex toy. Maybe that’s all it was. Sex. Still not something Owen wanted to dwell on, but if it was just sex, that meant it would likely blow over soon. He’d heard about her so-called relationships in the past. Nothing that lasted very long. Her career always got in the way. Maybe all Owen had to do was tough it out for a month or so; then she’d get sick of this guy and move on. Yeah, that was a better slant on it.

But it didn’t change the fact that she was going away to get fucked, repeatedly, by this Archer guy.

What did this bozo look like anyway? Owen turned toward his computer and brought up a Web browser. He’d just typed the man’s name in the image browser when a knock sounded. He had enough time to switch windows so that his e-mail was in front before he turned to greet the newcomer.

Whoa. The guy who walked in was movie-star gorgeous. The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His golden brown skin set off jet-black hair and matching brows that matched a classy, trimmed Vandyke beard. He wore a casual burgundy shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of chest hair and black slacks over endless legs.

Owen wasn’t sure his own legs would support him if he stood, so he just turned toward the vision. “Hello. May I help you?”

“This is Gretchen Hobbes’s office?”

“Yes. I’m Owen, Ms. Hobbes’s assistant.”

The man stopped in front of his desk and held out his hand. “Owen. Nice to meet you. My name is Archer Thanos.”

Owen’s hand was folded in a warm grip before the name was spoken. He was unable to hide his jump of surprise. “A-archer Thanos?”

“That’s me.”

“I, uh, Gretchen’s told me about you. She said you…” He dropped his gaze to the package in the man’s hand, only to realize that his own hand was still held. He blinked, confused and entranced by the sight of his light tan in contrast to the deep gold-brown of this man’s skin. Yum. He tugged his fingers away so he could reach for the package. The angle made sure that he could check out the man’s other package, a slight bulge in the loose slacks. Yum. “She said you’d be dropping something off.”

Archer held the thick envelope up, just out of Owen’s reach. “Yes. This. It’s a prospectus for a video game.” That smile was just killer. Teeth blinding white in all that darkness. “You play?”

“Huh?”

“Do you game?”

“I’ve, uh, some, but I’m not… Well, that is. Not much.”

The gorgeous man twisted to the side so he could hitch his ass up on the edge of Owen’s desk. He leaned companionably toward Owen as he set the envelope down on the desk blotter. “If you’re interested, I’d be happy to send you some samples.” Hands now free, he dipped two fingers into his chest pocket to extract a slim metal business-card case. A gold ring flashed on his finger as he flipped the case open and extracted a card.

Not until the card was hovering before him, held by two longer fingers, did Owen realize he’d just been watching the man move. Instinctively, he reached for the card. “Oh, I… There’s no reason to give me games. I mean, I wouldn’t be making a decision about this.” Jeez, Owen, get a grip! He’d handled plenty of other people with far more class than this. Why did this man have him rattled? Because this guy's been inside Gretchen. Strangely, with said man sitting before him, the thought turned him on far more than it pissed him off.

“Oh no, my pleasure. No strings attached. Gretchen made that one perfectly clear this past weekend.”

Owen swallowed, dropping his gaze as he took exaggerated care in setting the man’s card down on top of the folder that was already there. “And you’ll be seeing her this weekend as well.” He heard the words before he could take them back.

“She told you about that, did she?”

“She tells me everything.”

When there was too much silence, he braved a glance up. Another speculative look pointed at him. He seemed to be getting a heck of a lot of those lately. This one, however, made his guts quiver into jelly. “As well she should.”

Owen stared into deep brown eyes, getting lost in the silent heat. He didn’t know what to say, and the man didn’t seem in a hurry to leave or break the silence. Finally, Owen cracked. “Actually, Mr. Thanos…”

“Please. Call me Archer.”

Owen nodded as he turned toward his monitor. “Archer. Gretchen wasn’t sure where you’d be going this weekend. Could you give me a location, just in case?”

The man amiably supplied not only the name of the resort, he pulled out his iPhone and forwarded the reservation information to Owen right on the spot. “Will you need anything else?”

Owen shook his head, trying to make his fingers stop trembling. “No. I think that’s more than enough. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

He needed to be polite. Garnering his courage, Owen turned back and spread his hand over the folder on the desk. “I’ll make sure she gets that.”

“Thank you. Please call if you need any more information. And I mean it about the games. Take a look at our Web site. Any games you want, they’re yours for the asking.” He leaned forward on the desk, fingers steepled to support his weight. “You call me personally.”

Owen stared at his fingers, far too frightened of what might happen if he got lost in that smoldering gaze again. He might just have to throw himself at the man. “Thank you.”

“Well, then. I’ll see you later. Owen.”

Owen nodded and smiled, managing to raise his gaze to the man’s collarbone. It was high enough for him to see the smirk. No shit, you're acting like a simpering schmuck. But it was the best he could manage.

Once Archer left, Owen just sat there, staring at the door, relearning how to breathe. The man was…ungh. No wonder Gretchen was so taken. Owen was afraid he was going to have to make use of the private bathroom in Gretchen’s office unless he could get control of the hard-on in his pants. He sat back and kept breathing until he brought his heart and groin under control enough to reach over to his keyboard to bring up the image search that he’d started before the man himself had come through the door.

“There’s no way,” he whispered, gazing at a smiling photograph of the man. “There’s no way you’ve got a chance in hell against this guy.”

Reminder - Romance Divas

2009-07-14T19:34:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/reminder-romance-divas/)
Hey, Josh Lanyon's posted some good stuff a this Romance Diva's forum thing. Come join us this week

http://forums.romancedivas.com//index.php?showtopic=53543&st=0

I believe you have to be signed up to get the above link to work.

Now on Twitter

2009-07-14T11:04:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/now-on-twitter/)
OK, I took the plunge. I'm on twitter now

http://twitter.com/jetmykles

Bear with me as I get used to it. I'll try to keep up to date on at least my story news. Although this week might be weird since I'm off to RWA in DC in a few hours.

My first guest here at ComputErotika

2009-07-13T20:05:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/my-first-guest-here-at-computerotika/)
Stay tuned. On July 25th I'll be hosting my first guest blogger. Katrina Strauss and I share a Loose Id release date on July 28th so I've asked her to stop by and talk about her book Off The Beaten Path. I've read the excerpts. Oh yum! Talk about "summer fun"...

RWA National conference

2009-07-04T13:44:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/rwa-national-conference/)
I guess since I mentioned Romance Divas not going to the conference, I should mention that I AM going to the RWA conference in Washington DC from the 15th to the 18th.

I wasn't goint to go initially but then decided I wanted to be there for the Rainbow Romance Writers' first official conference. Plus a lot of my buddies are going to be there and it looks like it'll be the only event that I attend this year.

The Not Going To Conference Conference at Romance Divas

2009-07-04T13:30:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/07/the-not-going-to-conference-conference-at-romance-divas/)

July 15 through 18th, Romance Divas is having a Not Going to the Conference Conference at their site's forums. I'll be there along with a few other authors, but I'll be there less. Initially, it was supposed to be authors who aren't going to the RWA conference. Well, I decided to go at kind of the last minute. So I'll be checking in from the conference.

I should have a link for the actual posts in the forums closer to the actual time.

Treva Harte & Loose Id

2009-06-29T11:39:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/06/treva-harte-loose-id/)
This article is too cool not to share. The Washington Post interviewed Treva Harte, one of the owners of Loose Id.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/26/AR2009062602163.html

Revelations has a cover

2009-06-22T12:13:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/06/revelations-has-a-cover/)
and isn't is lovely?

That's Gretchen on the left, you've met her before. Owen, her new personal assistant, is in the middle. Isn't he adorable? And that would be Archer on the right. He's just as dark and luscious as he looks :D

I'm still working on an excerpt, but I've got a draft of a blurb:

For years, Gretchen’s main objective has been taking care of the boys of Heaven Sent. When her boys decide to take a year-long hiatus, she decides to do the same.

Before she can begin her summer off, Gretchen has one last public commitment. There, she meets tall, mysterious, and wickedly handsome Archer Thanos. Archer’s company has a video game based on Heaven Sent and he’s has been trying to get in touch with her to discuss it. Their first meeting quickly turns into a discussion of another type … in a nearby hotel room, sending Gretchen headlong into a whirlwind summer affair she hadn’t anticipated.

Only, someone isn’t exactly thrilled about Gretchen and Archer’s romance. Gretchen’s adorable new assistant, Owen, has been pining for his boss since he started working for her but he hasn’t had the courage to assert himself and tell her he wants her. The result, Gretchen is completely blind to his feelings for her. To make matters worse, after meeting Archer, Owen knows he has no chance against the handsome devil. His own attraction to the older man is instant and overwhelming, the bisexual urges he hasn’t divulged to Gretchen fully awakening.

Owen thinks he’s not enough for Gretchen. Gretchen thinks Owen is far too young for her. Archer thinks they’re both ridiculous. He knows the three of them are just right for each other, if they can survive the miscommunications and trials ahead.

Heaven Sent: Revelations is due out July 28th from Loose Id

FWF Fiction - Baseball Dad

2009-06-20T10:00:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/06/fwf-fiction-baseball-dad/)

New freebie fiction up at Fiction with Friction

Baseball Dad

Now own a Kindle

2009-06-14T18:58:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/06/now-own-a-kindle/)
I drank the Kool-aid and bought a Kindle DX.

I had not intended to spend quite that much on a reader, but in the end that's what I did and so far I like it. All of my PDFs from past ebook purchases went onto it in a flash and read quite nicely, thank you very much. I do need to get a clip on light, though, since our house tends to be on the dark side.

I've had it all of two days but in those two days I've read 2 1/2 books, so that's got to be something, yeah? It also dawned on me that getting research books might be pretty cool on this thing. Got myself the collected works of Jules Verne so I can get a better handle on steampunk.

And, hey, it's a tax write off!

Two at once

2009-06-12T08:16:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/06/two-at-once/)
No, I'm not talking about menage this time. I'm talking about writing. I've got two stories live in my head at the moment and it's kind of weird.

I just finished the rough draft of Dark Elves VI: Awakening as well as the first round of edits on Heaven Sent: Revelations, so, naturally, I'm ready to start the next project. I don't stop, you know. I may not be writing as fast sometimes or I may be stuck and not writing at all, but the stories never really halt in my head.

Well, I was all set to start this story that is so far "the boss" story because I don't have a title for it yet. I started working on this one over a year ago when the first scene jumped out at me and I had to write it. I managed to write 20,000 words on it before I fizzled out. I think it was Unicorn that needed to be written, so I put this boss story aside. But now it fits perfectly with a submission call that Loose Id sent out so I'm trying to get that one done and in by the deadline. It's the story I planned to do.

So, imagine my chagrin when another story up and accosts me. I'm going to say it isn't my fault. Look at this picture by Heise.

whisper of a rose2 by *heise on deviant ART

Is that not one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen? I'd seen it before because I purchased her artbook, but I was looking again the other day and a story for these guys just leaped out at me. I'd written close to 5K words before I'd really realized it.

So now I've got 2 stories going and I don't know who'll win out. Not sure I can get both of them done before I need to start working on the sequel to About Something, which I've agreed to do.

*sigh* so many stories!

End of July

2009-05-26T09:31:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/05/end-of-july/)
Heaven Sent: Revelations is now due out the end of July 2009. Stay tuned for cover and blurbs.

Memorial Weekend Chat at Literary Nymphs

2009-05-23T17:17:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend-chat-at-literary-nymphs/)
(I'm awful and didn't post this before. Sorry, Pam!)

Thinking that Memorial Day weekend is going to be a drag, with nothing to do? Have we got a treat for you!! Literary Nymphs is hosting a 3 day M/M chat!! Yep, that's correct - I didn't type it wrong! 3 fun-filled days with some of your favorite M/M authors, starting Saturday, May 23!! Is your favorite author on our list?

Just a sampling of the authors on tap: Kayelle Allen, Maura Anderson, Mickie B. Ashling, Victor J. Banis, Jeanne Barrack, Laura Baumbach, Alex Beecroft, Lee Benoit, Mychael Black, Ally Blue, TC Blue, Pat Brown, James Buchanan, J.M. Colail, Jason Edding, Erastes, Catt Ford, Christine France, Kimberly Gardner, Cassandra Gold , Amber Green, Andrew Grey, Kate Hill , Jan Irving, Winnie Jerome, Ali Katz, K.C. Kendricks, Sean Kennedy, Shayla Kersten, Marguerite Labbe, Lynn Lorenz, Viki Lyn, JB McDonald, Rowan McBride, Syd McGinley, Z.A. Maxfield, Chrissy Munder, Jet Mykles, Deirdre O'Dare, Elle Parker, Zathryn Priest, Luisa Prieto, Qwillia Rain, Isabelle Rowan, Lee Rowan, Cassidy Ryan, John Simpson, Jenna Hilary Sinclair, Joely Skye, K.Z. Snow, Jaxx Steele, Kate Steele, Katrina Strauss, Ariel Tachna , Julia Talbot, Carolina Valdez , Jaye Valentine & Reno MacLeod, Stevie Woods, Amanda Young and who knows who else will show up!!!

When? Saturday May 23 through Monday May 25, 2009

Where? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LiteraryNymphsChat/

Updates

2009-04-27T12:45:00.000-07:00

My latest posts to this particular blog haven't been coming through recently. You may want to drop by my website for a bunch of new updates, including new images.

http://www.jetmykles.com

Interviews with Selena Illyria

2009-03-17T13:08:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/interviews-with-selena-illyria/)
The fabulous Selena Illyria interviewed me not once but twice on her website this month

Artistic Musings, about me and my artwork

Author of the Month, about me and my writing

ok, yeah, the two overlap a bit

Sursein Judgment's got a cover

2009-03-15T17:56:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/sursein-judgments-got-a-cover/)
Just got it today. Isn't it gor-ge-OUS!? I love it!

Visit the site's main page for Sursein Judgment

Dark Elves: Discovery now available in print

2009-03-14T22:17:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/dark-elves-discovery-now-available-in-print/)

Dark Elves: Discovery is now available in print at Amazon

They'll get the cover soon, I'm sure.

Click here for the Dark Elves V: Discovery link on this site

Click here to read an excerpt

EXCERPT - Sursein Judgment

2009-03-14T15:17:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/excerpt-sursein-judgment/)
To be released March 2009 from Loose Id

Pairing: m/m

Buy it soon from Loose Id

The woman, by the way, is Shas's sister.

BLURB:

The innocent have nothing to fear from Surseine...

Rynn made a mistake in taking the drug hextasy with his fiancé. It was supposed to be the ultimate sexual high, except that you have to sleep with the one you desire most. If you don't, your body won't be satisfied and you'll die. Rynn lived, Lynnette didn't, and now her parents want someone to pay.
But either luck or Surseine, the god of justice Himself, takes pity on Rynn by putting his trial in front of one of His judges. Sursei are graced by the god they represent with the power to see truth and Sursei Shasertai finds Rynn innocent of murder.

But the drug is still out there and Shasertai and the people who travel with him are determined to root out the drug lord responsible for its existence. Shas invites Rynn to join them. He goes willingly, fascinated by the judge who gave him a second chance at life.

Shas is drawn to the naive farm boy at every point in their journey but he's promised Rynn not to force him into anything.

It is his soothing innocence that draws Shas to him, but the delectable judge makes Rynn feel things that aren't so innocent.

**********************

©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

The man's eyes narrowed, and then he shook his head and backed down. "You're a cheat, Shas."

The judge tossed his head with a laugh. Instantly, the tension in the room dissipated. "Again, I assure you, that is quite impossible."

The bodyguard led the other man toward an open doorway at the far end of the room, and finally the judge turned to face Rynn and the sheriff.

Purple eyes. That one detail jumped out at Rynn as the judge stepped toward them. It wasn't the eerie total color with no whites or pupils that he'd seen earlier in court. The judge's eyes were now quite normal-looking except for the vivid amethyst that Rynn had never seen on anyone else. They were like perfectly round gemstones set in red-veined white marble. The strange color, though, seemed to go with the judge's light complexion. Did all sursei have purple eyes, or was this one special?

Pistol holstered, Sheriff Trent snatched off his hat and exchanged greetings and a handshake with the judge. Trent had met with him earlier about Rynn, but he was clearly not very comfortable in the judge's presence. Then the judge turned to extend his hand to Rynn. A thick gold ring glittered on his middle finger, matching two thinner bands on his thumb and little finger. A full head shorter than Rynn, he had to tilt his head up to get a good look at Rynn's face. "We've not been formally introduced. I'm Shasertai Kogin."

"Rynnis Lort."

"Yes, you are." The judge folded his free hand over their entwined hands. "Forgive me. I know, technically speaking, I've seen you, but my experiences while in Surseine's trance are nothing compared to when out of it. I see many things clearly, but others" -- he shook his head as his gaze raked down, then back up, Rynn's chest -- "I miss entirely."

Rynn almost felt that gaze, and it made him want to scratch again. "It's an honor to meet you, sursei."

The judge returned to studying his face and didn't let go of his hand. Then a small smile curled up the corners of his full-lipped mouth. "Truth preserve me, you are a fine-looking man, aren't you?"

Appearing beside him, the woman slapped the judge's arm. "Shas!"

Rynn's eyes went wide when the judge raised the hand not linked with Rynn's to draw his fingers down the beard on the taller man's jaw. "Such rugged, handsome features."

"Shas!"

Surprisingly strong fingers gripped the tip of Rynn's chin, nudging his face sideways to reveal his profile. "Sheriff, is there a secret about the farms out here that I should know about?"

The woman grabbed Shasertai's wrist and tugged his hand away. "Stop that."

He gave her a wide-eyed look, full of false innocence. "You don't think so?" He faced Rynn again and winked. "She thinks you're good-looking too."

She threw her hands in the air, rustling her skirts. "Honestly."

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Click here for the site's main webpage on Sursein Judgment.

Fiction with Friction - Spring Ficlets - Boys Gone Wild

2009-03-09T10:03:00.001-07:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/fwf-boys-gone-wild/)

Join us at Fiction with Friction for another week of fiction, this time with the idea of Spring Break in mind. See how the FWF authors depict “Boys Gone Wild”, Monday April 6th through Sunday April 12th.

Birth of a Blog

2009-03-07T09:50:00.001-08:00

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/birth-of-a-blog/)
Perhaps you know and perhaps you don't that I maintain my own website. OK, I don't do all the coding, I leave that to the WordPress team and the terrific people who make the freebie themes, but once it's installed, I'm the one who tweaks it for graphics and moves stuff around. I'm the one behind the scenes installing plugins and maintaining the links. I do a lot of that at Fiction with Friction too, as well as the League of Amazing Writers.

Recently, I added another blog to my webmistress list. And today I blogged there. Visit the MLR Press Authors blog to see.

New image - Wild Huntsman

2009-03-02T14:18:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/new-image-wild-huntsman/)

Inspired by my good friend Willa Okati, who just started a Wild Hunt story and got my imagination going.

Perhaps a tad dark, and for that I'm sorry. But I think I'm going to try another image with this guy and will try and do better with the lighting. Note to self, think "moody" not "pitch black"

There's a new author's blog in town

2009-03-01T15:04:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/03/theres-a-new-authors-blog-in-town/)

http://www.mlrpressauthors.com

Today the MLR Press authors' blog went live. Only has the one real post up so far but authors have already signed up to post throughout the month. Should be exciting. Add it to your bookmarks.

BTW, I'm especially proud of it since I designed the site. Well, I took the basic graphic elements and tweaked a WP theme. *pats self on back anyway*

Am done! On to the next with new pics for inspiration

2009-02-23T11:46:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/am-done-on-to-the-next-with-new-pics-for-inspiration/)
I should point out a bit of news that pertains to me in particular. I'm done with Heaven Sent: Revelations! woohooo. Putting the polish on it and getting it beta read, but it should be in my editor's hands by the end of the week.

Next, I write Dark Elves VI: Awakening. Yes, I'm finally going to start it *is scared* But I made some pretty pictures so that'll help.

After DE6, I've signed a contract to write a m/m sequel to One For The Team called Team Player. Jason's thinking too much after Jen and Ken's wedding and Davey's bound and determined to keep him off kilter.

Congratulations, the Oscar goes to...

2009-02-23T09:57:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/congratulations-the-oscar-goes-to/)
Despite having once wanting to be a famous actress, I don't watch awards shows much. But, I do tend to watch the Oscars. Dunno, guess since it's "the big one" I'm still fascinated. I rather liked last night's show. Hugh Jackman was great and I personally think that was one of the best opening sequences ever. I also liked the change in having the 5 former winners announce the nominees for supporting actress, supporting actor, best actor and best actress. OK, maybe it was a bit too personal at moments, but I thought it was very nice and very tasteful. All in all, I was happy.

I was very happy that Milk got two such prestigious awards. Both Dustin Lance Black and Sean Penn's speeches were lovely and both emphasized the need for equality for everyone. Loved it.

You can see more at Oscars.com

M/M Romance discussion (blog)

2009-02-21T19:49:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/mm-romance-discussion-blog/)
http://romancenovel.tv/wordpress/rntv/marias-blog/

"Join us this Sunday and Monday (February 22nd and 23rd) for a round table discussion with authors Ally Blue, Jamie Craig, LB Gregg, JL Langley, Josh Lanyon, K.A. Mitchell, Jet Mykles and Chris Owen. These authors of M/M romance engage in an honest and provocative discussion of what they’re writing and why they write it. The discussion will be presented in 6 different blogs and we’ll be posting 3 new blogs on Sunday and 3 on Monday. Join the discussion about M/M romance. And of course, we’ll have book excerpts and book give aways both days."

Should be fun, guys. I've seen the others' answers to the questions and a lot of it is really interesting.

Fiction with Friction chat at Literary Nymphs

2009-02-21T19:36:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/fiction-with-friction-chat-at-literary-nymphs/)
Join me and the other authors at Fiction with Friction next Saturday from 6-9PM EST at the Literary Nymphs Chat group!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LiteraryNymphsChat/

Available Now - Devon Cream

2009-02-20T17:35:00.000-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/available-now-devon-cream/)

The ebook version of Devon Cream is now available from Aspen Mountain Press.

PL Nunn Goodies

2009-02-17T20:45:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/pl-nunn-goodies/)
By now, visitors should be aware of how big a PL Nunn fan I am. So I just had to share this.

PL Nunn's Gallery at Zazzle

Ack! so much yummy goodness!

New Cover - Devon Cream

2009-02-15T18:45:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/new-cover-devon-cream/)

Nummy, huh? Don't you just want to bite that butt? *gnashes teeth*

If nothing fails, Devon Cream should be out Friday, Feb 20th in ebook format from Aspen Mountain Press.

AMP page here

Book info

Excerpt

Happy Valentine's from Jet and Toy

2009-02-14T14:59:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-from-jet-and-toy/)
Toy wanted to wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day.

Cross His Heart - Family Issues

2009-02-14T09:16:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/cross-his-heart-family-issues/)

The continuing saga of Finn and Jeff has been posted to Fiction with Friction.

New Images - more hentai

2009-02-10T11:37:00.001-08:00

(My Original Blog Post: -*http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/02/new-images-more-hentai/)
OK, so I seem to be in a pervy mood to start 2009.

There's a non-sexual pic of a dragon because I just need to have more dragons in my gallery

Then there's a series of five pics of a woman being pleasured by, yes, tentacles. If you're not into hentai, you may not want to look.