Dancing in the Dark by Jamie Lynn Miller ~ #TeamPrism GRL Countdown Flash Fic

I hope you all have been enjoying the GRL Featured Blog Tour this year. We at Prism have been honored to be a part of it! As part of our #TeamPrism countdown to GRL I issued a challenge to the authors who have visited us throughout the year on the tour. Some couldn’t participate, but many took the challenge. I gave them each the same prompt and asked them to write a flash fic of 500 words, give or take a few hundred.

The Prompt

TeamPrismFlashFic prompt


Dancing in the Dark by Jamie Lynn Miller

Connor woke to bright sunlight shining against his closed eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the offending glare and found himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Momentarily confused, he turned his head to the right, finding an equally unfamiliar window. Tipping his head to the left, the events of last night suddenly came back with startling clarity as he spied the naked man sleeping next to him.


As quietly as he could, Connor slipped from the bed, praying he didn’t wake the sleeping man. He crept around the room, completely naked, looking for his clothes. Which were apparently strewn from one side to the other, along with items that clearly were not his. He found his white briefs near the end of the bed next to his jeans. His shoes and socks were near the bedroom door. And finally his white tank top, lying mostly inside the attached bathroom.

His bundle of clothes in hand, he decided to dress in the bathroom, then make his getaway as quickly as possible. He pulled on his tiny briefs and then his tank top. He made to pull on his jeans next when out of the corner of his eye he spied the beautiful tattooed man still asleep on the bed, lying on his stomach. Connor paused and leaned back against the wall, helpless to stop the memories of the previous night from flooding back.

He closed his dark brown eyes, one hand sliding down past the waistband of his briefs, the other sliding up under his shirt. He sighed as he touched himself, realizing how tender his body was, a pleasant ache created by hands other than his own. A stranger’s hands.

Connor’s breath caught as he took himself in hand, started stroking, his fingers gently tugging on his nipple. He was back there in the club. Music pounding, lights flashing, amidst a sea of dancing, pulsing male bodies. Then hands were on his hips. A stranger’s hands, tugging him backwards, flush up against a tightly muscled body. They moved together effortlessly, seamlessly, as if they had been lovers for years. Connor lost himself in their intimate dance, craving more. So when the stranger whispered in his ear and took his hand, Connor followed him willingly.

They continued their intimate dance throughout the night, their naked bodies moving together, finding sweet release over and over again. Connor’s hand sped up, stroking himself faster, feeling the stranger’s hands on him and not his own. Remembering what he had wanted him to do. What he had asked him to do. Connor bit his lip, pinched his nipple harder.

Almost there…

“Is this a one-man show or can anyone join in?”

Connor gasped, startled, removing his hands quickly from underneath his clothing, his eyes flying open…to be pinned by eyes as dark with arousal as his own.

The beautiful stranger – no not anymore, it was Blake, his name was Blake – was lying on his side now, stroking his rapidly growing erection. He smiled and winked at Connor, held out his hand.


And just like last night, Connor went willingly, unable to resist the pull this man had on him. He came to a stop next to the bed and Blake rose up on his knees, snagging the bottom of Connor’s shirt, pulling it over his head. Then Blake sank back down, this time hooking his fingers on the waistband of Connor’s briefs, pushing them down until they pooled on the floor. With a tug on Connor’s wrist they were on the bed, legs tangled together.

Blake rolled Connor onto his back, his mouth hot and wet and insistent on the side of Connor’s neck, moving lower and lower with purpose. Stopping to lick and suck on a nipple, a tongue dipped into his navel and then down between his legs.

Connor sucked in a sharp breath, his tender body on fire once again, Blake’s mouth and hands working their magic as they had so many times last night. Connor let go, gave in, and minutes later he was left gasping for breath, his head spinning with the force of his release.

Blake moved back up Connor’s body and kissed him deeply, tenderly, covering Connor’s body with his own. When he pulled back there was a question in his eyes.

“Were you going to leave without saying anything to me?” Blake asked, disappointment coloring his voice.

Connor sighed, guilt crossing his features. He glanced away for a moment before meeting Blake’s gaze. “About last night…I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s not who I am. I don’t do one-night stands.”

“Then don’t let it be one. Stay,” Blake whispered. “I know you felt it, too, in the way we moved together at the club. I’ve never felt such an instant connection to someone.” He cupped the side of Connor’s face, his thumb stroking his cheek.  “Let me be your dance partner again. And again.”

Connor tugged Blake’s head down, their lips almost touching. He smiled. “Only if I get to lead.”

And with a kiss, he stole away Blake’s reply.

About the Author

Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She’s a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.

Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she’d much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er… cats.

If she’s not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.

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Author Tour Stops:

Carol Lynne 15-Apr
Eden Winters 2-May
Rowan Speedwell 13-May
J. P. Barnaby 23-May
Toni Griffin 6-Jun
Kindle Alexander 20-Jun
Zathyn Priest 4-Jul
Diana Copland 18-Jul
Angel Martinez 23-Jul
Sara York 31-Jul
Jeff Adams 5-Aug
Brandon Witt 14-Aug
Deanna Wadsworth 21-Aug
Shira Anthony 28-Aug
Ethan Stone 1-Sep
Jamie Lynn Miller 11-Sep
Chris Cox 22-Sep
Lori Toland 29-Sep
Freddy MacKay 2-Oct
Erica Pike 6-Oct



As part of the countdown to GRL, one lucky commenter on the #TeamPrism Flash Fiction posts will win a $25 All Romance eBooks Gift card!

Contest ends 25 Oct 2014 at 11:59pm CDT.  Must be 18 or old, void where prohibited.


Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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15 thoughts on “Dancing in the Dark by Jamie Lynn Miller ~ #TeamPrism GRL Countdown Flash Fic

  1. I really enjoyed the story it was so sweet at the end.


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