Hi all! Dianne Hartsock is around this week answering my 20 qs! See how she answers below, and keep reading for an excerpt from her new story!
Food
Sweet or
savoury?
Oh, savoury. But spicy is even
better! I can handle some spice but not a lot. Although when I was pregnant, the spicier the better!
Salad or sandwich?
Sandwiches, usually something with
avocado. Salads never seem to fill my empty tummy.
Macdonalds
or Burger King?
Burger King! They have a great
chicken sandwich. I agree, teh chicken sandwich form there is real good!
White meat or red meat?
I'd have to say white, though I
don't eat much of either.
Entertainment
Bon
Jovi or Guns n Roses?
Oh, Bon Jovi! Classic rock at its
best. You passed the test lol ;)
Movie or book?
Book! Hands down. There's something
so much more intimate about a book. Definately
Movies or TV shows?
Movies. TV shows usually just annoy
me.
Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?
Lord of the Rings. Frodo is still my
perfect hero.
Damon or Stefan Salvatore?
Damon. Those eyes… *drools a little*....... oh sorry, what were we talking about?! ;p
True
Blood or Vampire Diaries?
Vampire Diaries
Friends or
Sex and the City?
I didn't like anyone on Sex and the
City. Friends had its funny moments.
Star Wars or Star
Trek?
Live long and
prosper!!
Random
Dominance or
submission?
*small voice* submission
Kisses
or hugs?
kisses
Bath or shower?
shower
Call or text?
Text. There's no playing phone tag
that way.
Date night: stay in or go out?
Night and out. I love the city
lights at night and the excitement in the air.
Singing or
dancing?
Dancing. Believe me, no one wants to
hear me sing.
Vanilla or kink?
Vanilla
Cotton or satin?
Cotton. Satin
is too slippery for me.
Anything you'd like to add,
or anything new you'd like to tell us about while you're here?
I'd love to hear from you!
I have a new
story out with Breathless Press in the Ad-Dick-tion Anthology vol. 3.
It continues the love story between my heroes Eran and Paul that I
began in Ad-Dick-tion vol. 3.
PAUL'S
MISTAKE
Paul has no doubts.
He wants Eran in his life. But can Eran, a young man from an abusive
background, come to terms with his fears so he can have a future with
this man he loves?
EXCERPT
The
technician looked around, a smile spreading on his friendly face. He
patted the soft case he carried. "Excellent. This should only
take a few minutes."
Paul
held the door open and motioned to the living room. "TV's over
there." A noise from the kitchen startled him. "I'll leave
you to it," he murmured when the man opened his case. He found
Eran in the kitchen already dressed. He didn't meet his gaze and Paul
leaned against the doorframe as his lover concentrated on making the
coffee.
"I
thought you were going to wait for me," he said after a moment,
wondering at Eran's change of mood. The playfulness was gone,
replaced by a troubled expression. Eran lifted a shoulder as he added
grounds to the coffee maker and
Paul noted his tousled hair and wrinkled shirt. He'd been in a hurry
to dress.
He
sighed inwardly when he thought of a possible reason, and crossed the
room and pulled Eran back against his chest. Eran stiffened, then
relaxed into his arms.
"I
won't let anyone hurt you," he said against Eran's neck.
"I
know. I just felt at a disadvantage, if something were to happen…"
They
both looked up at a guffaw from the living room, and exchanged a
smile when the tech called out, "Found the problem! Be done in a
jiff."
Eran
blushed slightly. "Okay, I may have overreacted here, but with
Gary out…"
Paul
tightened his hold. "Gary won't jeopardize his parole by coming
near you," he said, hoping it was true. Eran's brother-in-law
had gone to prison for battery of both Eran and his sister when they
lived with him. As their father had done before Gary. Paul swallowed
his anger. It wouldn't help Eran at all.
He
glanced across the room at a polite cough from the doorway, but
wouldn't let Eran go when he tried to step away.
The
tech looked embarrassed. "Um…changed the cable box. Short in
the wiring."
"Let
me get you a check." Paul put his lips against Eran's ear. "Stay
right here."
He
went to the desk in the living room and wrote a check for the amount
on the bill, then showed the technician out the door. He couldn't
help chuckling as the man scurried down the drive as if glad to be
going. Paul returned to the kitchen and looked at Eran where he
leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
So
beautiful. Eran's
ink black hair brushed his chin, framing a delicate face and enormous
blue eyes holding an unexpected sorrow. Paul walked up to him and
tugged the slim, strong body of the man he loved into his arms. He
planted little kisses along Eran's jawline. "Tell me what's
wrong, baby."
Eran's
chest rose and fell on a deep sigh. He nudged Paul back but wouldn't
meet his eyes. Paul braced. Eran could be stubborn and he'd have to
keep his head. Their few arguments had ended with him heartbroken and
Eran in tears. The boy had grown up in fear and pain and it would
take more than frilly words from him to make it all better.
Eran
gave a short laugh. "So pathetic. You left the room and I heard
him out here, and I felt five years old again with Father drunk in
the kitchen." His voice shook and he bit his lip, eyes downcast.
"Why can't I forget? God, you made a big fucking mistake with
me."
Paul
made his tone purposefully light, though his heart ached. "Yes,
I did. I should have ignored the door and pinned you to the mattress
and fucked you breathless." Encouraged by Eran's watery laugh he
slid an arm around his waist. "What do you say we change and
take a run around the park? Clear that fluffy head of yours."
"You
saying I'm an airhead?"
"Only
sometimes, lover. Come on."
Eran
resisted when Paul tugged on his sleeve. Paul planted a hand on
either side of his waist, trapping him against the counter. Pain
knifed through his heart at the regret and sadness showing on his
lover's face. "Tell me what you're thinking," he urged.
Thanks for stopping by Dianne! You're welcome back anytime :)
