Sunday, October 5, 2014

Walk with a killer as he stalks his prey - Splintered.



Watch and pray, that you enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. Matthew 26:41
    
The city at night is a cesspool of depravity. Men selling their flesh wares, their souls, tempting, tempting
TEMPTING!
My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I took in the sinners. The way they wear their clothes so tight, each line and ridge of their bodies are on display. BUY ME! BUY ME! My body thrums, need and want and desire burning within me, surging through my veins, heating my flesh, hardening it. Why does their evilness taunt me so? Why must they torture me? I’m a good man, an honest man, a God-fearing man. Why does my body betray me?
I cannot, will not let the devil win the battle for my eternal soul. God will deliver me from temptations if only I stay true. I must be a warrior, a loyal servant to my Lord, for he will ease my troubled mind and my tortured soul.
You have the strength to overcome these temptations.
“How? They are everywhere! Why must I suffer so?”
You are being tested. Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about, seeking whom he may devour.
My eyes settled on a young lion, and fear and lust filled me in equal measures. He appeared to be a mild, meek man. He was small, but I saw past the disguise. Saw the lion roar within him, the snarling, snapping teeth that sought to devour. God had at least given me the ability to see within others, to recognize the evil. Each time one passed, my heart would beat wildly, breathing became heavy, and my skin would tingle. My hardness was proof of how he tempted others, his wickedness trying to draw me in and make me weak.
I am not weak.
Keeping the lion in my sights, I slip from the car and begin to follow him. My skin crawls as I pass the malevolent creatures with their arms around each other, snake tongues entwining, clawed fingers touching vile skin. Yet my footfalls are sure and measured. I am on a mission. The poisonous stench of sin fills my nostrils, clogs my throat, chokes me, but I push on.
Closer now, my steps fall in rhythm with my prey. My prey! The hunters now being hunted. What irony. What justice. Although he is small, his body sways with the grace of the big cat he hides from the unsuspecting, his movements hypnotic.
Closer.
I can smell his intoxicating scent. It’s wild, animalistic.
Closer.
The heat from his body rivals the fire within mine.
Closer.
My fingers tingle, and a prickling sensation races up my arm at the first contact. My eyes close for only a split second as pleasure overwhelms me. He’s looking at me now, the lights dancing within the dark pools. I want to lose myself in him, my courage, my resolve slipping as lust calls to me, weakens me.
A dance of exchange, a price settled for flesh and agreement.
The smile curling lips, the baring of fangs is telling as I lead him to my car. He knows. Like a bitch in heat, he can smell my need.
He is in my den now, doors locked, mouths smashed together. Teeth, lips, and tongues dueling, fighting, subduing. I am stronger, larger, and purer.
He protests, shoves, fights, but it’s too late. Metal wraps around wrists, locks slide into place, bone hitting bone, will waning, engines roaring. He slumps against the door, his fight gone, but I know it’s only temporary. The lion will roar again. I must have him caged before he wakes.
I stomp on the gas, skillfully maneuvering darkened familiar streets.
I lick my lips, savor his flavor. Everything is purified with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.
Tonight I will be forgiven.


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October 6th, 2014
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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Step inside the mind of a killer - Splintered



Homosexuality is an abomination. A sin. Those who practice such ungodly and disgusting acts will rot in hell along with murderers, pedophiles, and those who seek pleasure in bestiality.
Filth.
Abomination.
Unclean.
Unholy.
Damned.


Why me?
What did I do to deserve such a fate? I was a scrawny little kid with buckteeth and a severe stutter. I was given to a hateful bitch that never let a day pass without reminding me how much of a burden I was on her limited resources. So why had the devil picked me? I was nothing but an ugly little poor kid. Why did he think I was worthy of his attentions?
WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!
The sound of my hands slamming down on the steel gurney echoed through the small room as my anger reached a fevered pitch. No matter how many sacrifices I offered God, he ignored my pleas. How many abominations would I have to rid the world of before he bestowed his grace upon me? No matter how hard I tried to rid myself of the devil, there were always those who, through their sinful ways, tempted the evilness within me, giving power to the beast.
I stood before the wall of mirrors, my nude body covered in sweat as I fought to keep the beast under control, but he was strong. So very powerful. I was disgusted with the way my pulse raced with excitement, the trembling of my limbs, my weakness.
Good and evil battled within me. My mind knew what I must do. My heart and soul demanded vengeance for the crimes committed against God. My body, however, my very flesh belonged to the Devil. He knew my weaknesses, my sins, and he preyed on them. He used my lust against me. My hardened cock sickened me.
But I would not fail in my promise. I’d rid the world of the unholy creatures. Make them suffer as I have. It is my due.
I am the conductor, leading the sweet symphony of pain and agony.
I am the musician. Each flick of my wrist, slide of steel or press of fire, produces a unique sound. Together they create a pleasant harmony that flows along my nerve endings. Igniting me.
“When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity, but his blood will I require at thine hand.” I leaned down till my lips brushed against the wicked man’s ear. “Your blood is my sacrifice.”
The scream that emitted from him as the blade met flesh was like music to my ears






Friday, October 3, 2014

Halloween sale just in time for Splintered!!!


Description:



A string of murders targeting effeminate gay men has the GLBTQ community of Chicago on alert, but budget cuts have left many precincts understaffed and overworked. Not to mention, homophobia is alive and well within the law enforcement community and little has been done to solve the mystery. When the FBI calls in Special Agent Todd Hutchinson and his team, the locals are glad to hand the case off. But Hutch finds a bigger mystery than anyone originally realized—seventeen linked murders committed in several different jurisdictions. Hutch’s clues lead him to Noah Walker.

Working on his PhD in forensic psychology, Noah has been obsessed with serial murders since he was a child. But coming to Hutch’s attention as a suspect isn’t a good way to start a relationship. Noah finds himself hunted, striking him off Hutch’s suspect list, but not off his radar. To catch the killer before anyone else falls victim, they’ll have to work together, and quickly, to bring him to justice.


Monday, September 29, 2014

Acting Out an ARe Bestseller!!

After one very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC, Elijah Preston comes home to nothing. He barely scrapes up enough money for a cheap motel in Quantico, Virginia, with no money-making opportunities in sight. A chance encounter in a local Walmart finally gives Eli hope for employment. Elijah is ready to sign on with Royce Mackey's proposition... until he hears what’s required. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star, never mind that Eli isn’t gay. Desperate and broke, Eli grudgingly accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.

Hamish Turner’s been there before. Taking Eli under his wing, he teaches him everything he can about Royce’s operation. The two quickly become friends, easing the way for their first scene together. Awkward at first, they both ease into it and find there is more of a connection between them than either expected. Curious to see where their mutual attraction takes them, they begin a relationship off-screen. But life gets complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else….


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Acting Out by Scotty Cade now available from DSP

ACTING OUT

After one very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC, Elijah Preston comes home to nothing. He barely scrapes up enough money for a cheap motel in Quantico, Virginia, with no money-making opportunities in sight. A chance encounter in a local Walmart finally gives Eli hope for employment. Elijah is ready to sign on with Royce Mackey's proposition... until he hears what’s required. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star, never mind that Eli isn’t gay. Desperate and broke, Eli grudgingly accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.

Hamish Turner’s been there before. Taking Eli under his wing, he teaches him everything he can about Royce’s operation. The two quickly become friends, easing the way for their first scene together. Awkward at first, they both ease into it and find there is more of a connection between them than either expected. Curious to see where their mutual attraction takes them, they begin a relationship off-screen. But life gets complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else….