I would like to thank Angel Martinez, Toni Griffin, Freddy MacKay, and Mathilde Watson for taking the time to talk to us about their Mischief Corner Books anthology Not In the Stars. There is also a giveaway, so stay tuned for that.
Shax’s War: Brimstone 3
M/M Science Fiction Humor
Shax yelped as the trauma ball hummed against his palm, the surface shifting from swirling orange toward yellow. Before it could deliver its nastiest shock, he flung the thing at Verin’s head.
Sparks flew as Verin swung his horns and batted the ball away. He aimed right for Ness, who sidestepped and caught the ball as it powered back down to blue. Wings spread for balance, tip of his tongue protruding from the corner of his mouth, Ness spun and ran the three steps up the ramp at the court’s far end, aiming for the hovering sphere goal.
At the last second, the goal moved left and Ness’s shot caught the magnetized lip, which hurled the trauma ball back at him at some ridiculous, unsafe speed. Shax winced at the sharp crack when hard ball met angel head.
“Ow.” Ness flopped down at the top of the ramp, rubbing at his temple.
“Someone gonna explain to me again how this is fun?” Corny called from where he balanced on the swinging planks that made up mid-court.
He’d been stuck on the water hazard for several plays, his muscular body and high center of gravity an indisputable disadvantage since the wrong move would send him into the water and cost him a five minute penalty. Their cowboy had figured out the hard way in the first quarter that the pool itself enforced the penalty and didn’t let the penalized player out a second before.
Good thing he can tread water.
The ball was now happily rolling along the elevated sidewall ramps and Shax prepared to jump for the rings that would put him at the right height to catch it when it rolled free. Had they been playing teams…but no one could agree on a fair way to pair the four of them up, so solo it was.
Shax cocked his head, listening to the rumble of the ball as it trundled downward. Ness was still on the ramp. Corny was stuck. Verin was navigating the sponge quadrant where his claws were sticking. Perfect. He leapt, caught a ring in either hand, got a good swing going, and let go with his right hand just in time for the ball to drop from the chute.
With a whoop, he swung free and dropped with the ball clutched to his chest, only to be hit from behind with the force of several megatons. Wind knocked out of him, he could only watch as Verin snatched up the ball.
“Attempted murder isn’t supposed to be part of the game,” he wheezed as Verin took his shot. It seemed to be too far right, but the sphere turned and the ball shot inside.
“You’re all right, you baby,” Verin growled. “Get up before you really get fucked up.”
Shax heaved himself to his feet, staggering a few steps before the floor decided he’d been in one place too long and started bucking.
Ness had moved now, too. “Shax? Sure you’re all right, love?”
“I’m good. There are two of you right now. Don’t mind. Two of you are nice.”
All four of them managed to reach the sand quadrant closest to the near goal where they crouched in anticipation, waiting for the sphere to spit out the ball. Shax got Verin’s elbow in his ribs and a playful shove from Corny as they jockeyed for position but they might as well have stood still. The sphere rumbled and disgorged the trauma ball with a hacking cough, sending it high and wide. Ness, with his superior height and reach, snagged it easily, holding it up to keep it out of reach.
Any second, Verin and Corny would charge him and then Shax wouldn’t have a chance. An evil thought percolated in his mind and he sidled up close to Ness, blew a breath across his bare nipple, and reached down to cup Ness’s balls through the tight game shorts. A strangled whimper caught in Ness’s throat. His jaw slack, eyes saucer-wide, he fumbled the ball and dropped it.
Shax caught it before it hit the sand, snatched a quick kiss, and bounded away toward the far goal. He slammed the trauma ball into the sphere just as it hummed over to yellow again.
“Ha! That’s three for me! Game!”
From the Publisher:
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Finding Connor: The Borillian Twist, Book 1 by Toni Griffin
Connor watched with rapt attention as two bikes slowly drove down the street and pulled into a car park just down the way. The throaty rumble of the bikes turned off moments later as their riders removed their helmets and stood. Connor remained rooted to the spot, utterly transfixed by the sight before him.
Two men, both in jeans and jackets, but Connor’s eyes were caught by the man on the left. He watched as jeans moulded to the thick muscled thighs as his leg swung up and over the back of the bike until the man stood tall and proud beside his ride. He had to top out over six feet. Connor couldn’t guess a more accurate height from this distance; he could just tell the man was taller than him. Short dark hair framed his face, and Connor watched as the man ran his fingers through the helmet-flat hair. The hint of stubble darkening his features combined with everything else to have Connor ready to come in his jeans.
Before he was caught drooling over the guy, Connor turned and entered the club. All of a sudden, he was immensely glad Angel had called him and dragged him out tonight. Just the sight of the sexy guy was enough to turn Connor’s crappy week upside down.
The music, which had been loud and thumping from outside, was now nearly deafening. The scent of sweat and alcohol was strong on the air. Connor blinked to let his eyes adjust to the new surroundings as low light with the occasional flashes from strobes or spotlights made it hard to see.
Not immediately spotting Angel, Connor headed to the bar to get himself a drink before he went looking for his friend. Connor squeezed himself into a small gap between two men and stood at the bar waiting to be served. When someone finally stood on the other side of the bar in front of him, Connor leaned over and yelled, “Two vodka raspberries.” He held up two fingers as well to make sure his order had been conveyed correctly. The man nodded and pulled out two glasses and went about filling his order.
Connor handed over a twenty and didn’t get much change. He shoved his money in his pocket, picked up the drinks and lifted them high. Connor wasn’t the tallest man alive, only five foot nine, but when in a crowded club like tonight he always found it better to lift the drinks out of everyone’s way.
He made yet another sweep of the place with his eyes looking for Angel, finally spotting his friend sitting at a table not far from the dance floor. Connor made his way over to him. Angel wasn’t alone, two of their other friends were with him. Peter and Jerri had been together for three years and Connor knew there would be many more to come. The pair loved each other hopelessly. Peter absolutely doted on Jerri.
“Happy birthday,” Connor practically screamed as he got to the table and placed the drink down in front of Angel. Connor laughed at the two other drinks already there.
Angel looked up at him with the biggest grin, the smile that was usually reserved just for him. They’d been friends for what seemed like forever, both having been placed in the same foster care home when they were younger. Connor had arrived six months after the Carters had taken in Angel. Connor had been nine at the time and Angel ten.
Thinking about their foster parents always made Connor sad. Gavin and Beth Carter hadn’t been able to have any kids of their own, so had started to foster children. Some they took in and raised as their own. Others were only with them for a short time while the biological parents sorted out their lives or other relatives were found. All in all, they’d fostered some fifty-odd children over the years. Angel and Connor were some of the lucky ones that were raised by the loving pair. When they had died three years ago in a train crash, both he and Angel had been devastated.
Connor snapped out of his depressing thoughts when Angel’s arms flung around him and hauled him into a bone-crushing hug. Even knowing Angel for as long as he had, it still surprised him just how strong his friend was. The man was as thin as a damn rake. He could eat junk food all day and night and never put an ounce of fat on. His looks deceived a lot of people, though, as there was a hell of a lot of strength behind him, even if he looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over.
He wrapped his own arms around his friend and pulled him tight, holding him close for several moments. “Happy birthday,” Connor said again as he pulled back slightly and kissed his friend.
“Oh. My. God,” Angel said breathlessly.
“What?” Connor asked in confusion.
“Would you have a look at what just walked through the door? I want to get myself a piece of that.” Angel licked his lips exaggeratedly. Connor turned, keeping one arm wrapped around Angel’s waist, and looked in the direction his friend was staring.
Connor’s breath hitched slightly as he caught sight of the hottie from outside. However, there was no longer just him and his mate. No, now there were five of them. None of the others were as sexy as the man he’d drooled over, in Connor’s opinion, but they were all fucking edible.
“Holy cow, would you look at the arms on that one. God, what I wouldn’t give to have them hold me as he put me up against the wall and pounded my ass,” Angel said as he fanned his face.
“Which one?” Connor asked hoping to Christ they weren’t both salivating over the same man. As far as he could see, all five of them seemed to have impressive arms.
“The one in the front. Dark green shirt. I think I see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from the bottom of the shirt sleeve.”
“He’s all yours,” Connor said loudly to his friend, thankful they did have different taste in men. “I have my sights set on number three.” Connor watched as the five of them looked around the crowded club and then one of them pointed over behind where Connor and Angel currently stood. Connor looked behind himself quickly and spotted an empty table. They broke off into two groups with the last two heading towards the bar and the other three slowly working their way through the crowd towards the table.
Connor couldn’t take his eyes off the guy, and as they got closer and closer, the man looked up and their eyes locked. Connor felt like he was caught in a vise, unable to even blink. Their eyes stayed locked together as the man continued to walk after his friends. Connor turned his head to follow him as he walked to the vacant table.
He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped when the man walked into the table because he hadn’t been looking where he was going. The other men with him started to give him shit, and Connor finally looked away when their eye contact broke.
It took him a moment to calm down as his heart was racing. “Bloody hell,” he said quietly. Connor couldn’t remember ever feeling something so intense before in his life and all they had done was look at each other.
“Things are certainly looking up,” Angel said brightly and picked up their drinks from off the table and handed Connor’s to him. They clinked glasses and Connor skulled the drink, hoping it would help him gather his wits about him a little.
Holding up his empty glass, Connor motioned towards the bar. Angel nodded and Connor disappeared to get them a couple more drinks. He didn’t look over to the table the men had claimed as their own, but Connor could have sworn he felt eyes on him the entire time. He may have shimmied his hips and danced along to the loud music as he stood waiting to be served.
Drinks in hand, his gaze firmly fixed on where he was going, Connor let the music flow over him as he made his way back to his table. He swayed his hips from side to side, and his ass received a few caresses on the way as well.
Back at the table, Connor sat and sipped his drink, more slowly this time, enjoying the flavour as it slid down his throat.
As sexy as the man was, tonight for Connor wasn’t about getting laid. It was about spending time with his friends and helping Angel celebrate another birthday. The four of them sat and drank for a while, listening to the music and laughing together as they told funny stories about stupid things people had done at work.
Even while sitting, Connor never stopped moving. He bounced and swayed in his seat to the music, his hands occasionally going up in to the air as he closed his eyes and moved. Connor looked up just as the sexy man was making his way to the dance floor with a couple of his buddies. The big guy winked at him and smiled. Connor couldn’t help but blush and grin widely back. Holy shit, the man really was drop-dead gorgeous.
Connor picked up his drink, his third or fourth for the evening, hell, it could even be his sixth. He’d lost count some time ago. He hoped the liquid would help to cool his suddenly hot skin.
Angel bumped his shoulder into Connor. He turned to his best friend. “What?”
“He’s interested in you,” Angel said with a head tilt in the direction of Connor’s mystery fellow.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Connor said flatly. He figured the guy had caught him staring before and was just trying to be nice to him. Plus the man was so beautiful he could have his pick from any man in here, why would he choose Connor?
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