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Work in Progress ♦ Handle With Care (September 2017)

9/28/2017

 
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Word Count: 13,889
Have you heard of the term: Busier than a one-armed paper hanger.

Well, that would be me! I'm so excited to on the publishing side, but on the writing side, all I have are scenes in my head that play over and over because until I get them down on paper, they don't leave me alone. It's gotten so bad that my hunny is cooking dinner for us. He's a great cook, but usually I like to feed us. Also, the loss of my beloved Allie, our German Shepard mix, the loss of my best trail partner Neo, my mom and dad's Laberdoodle, has left me out of sorts. Two dogs and two relatives are gone from our lives and I fear this story--being subjected to my moods--will be very dark indeed.

I have more inspirations for Kai...I'm going for an attitude and I think these guys have something I want to take away from certain scenes. 
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​While I'm busy preparing others stories for publication, I'm far from dropping this story. I must get my writing in while I can and it looks like winter will be a writing productive time this year. And since I have 7K more words than I did last month, I at least have something to show you! Ready for the teaser? Awesome! Here we go!   
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Handle With Care

It took every trick I’d learned, both from the street and under sheets but I finally had an address. And a full name.

The first month, during my hospitalization, he’d been that man. I asked for him. They called him The Wall. I asked nurse after nurse who that man was. I got a lot of confused looks, a few head shakes and that CCS agent. But finally, it was my intensivist in the ICU that had given me something real. A name. Kai.

For years that’s all I had to go on. Kai with the hard-soft eyes. Kai “The Wall” CCS agent. Kai, my savior—and my hell.

I didn’t know whether to hug him for saving me or punch him in the gut for breaking his promise. He said he wouldn’t leave me. To a twelve-year-old boy, promises were magic. Oh, I’d been disillusioned way before my adolescent years, but his words were not given lightly. He’d meant what he’d said. But it took me a while to figure out what he’d meant. He wouldn’t leave that house without me, but he wouldn’t stay forever.

I’d wanted forever. Starting that first night he knocked on my parent’s door he’d kindled hope to escape that hell. I never knew he’d break into my nightmare to bring me a different kind of misery. Some kids were runaways. I was a throwaway. Too much work for my own parents, too much of a hassle for teachers to notice, too much baggage for foster’s to take.

No one wanted me, so I became my own man. I’d found out the streets were a home, “friends” treated you like punching bags, and school could be a sanctuary.

Standing across the street of a gated community in Woodland Hills, I found my moment of truth. Getting this far took years of research. Now, everything fell into place. I had two options, meet Kai at work or meet him at his house. I figured this was personal. Plus, I had a plan. Sort-of.

In the cooling fall and the Santa Ana breeze, I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and crossed the street to my destiny. Obstacles towards my goal were welcome. Hell, if things were easy, I’d become suspicious.
Gated communities were a trial and error on how to get inside. Some had cameras. Some had guards. Some had security theatre, and some took the privacy of their tenants seriously. Kai’s place was just gated. Clicker entrance. A few cameras easy to spot and work around. I walked down the gate, to the blind corner and jumped the fence.

Once inside, it was all access.

The place was nice. Nicer than I thought a social worker could afford. The kind of place me and my “friends” might like for its lax security and high-profile status. I went down a corridor between a pool and tent cabanas, past a stairwell, walked under balconies and through a hallway. Up close the Tuscany theme with tan and white paint, brick work and high ceilings could make you forget this was Woodland Hills and not apartments in Italy. I was way out of my league.

I stepped up to his front door, my stomach in knots. My gut churned so much I just might knock and ask him for a bathroom before anything. This was the kind of place that had bathrooms for pool-side goers, I might just try and find one before reuniting with my savior.

Standing on his plain, efficient door mat, I took a breath. I had nothing planned, no prepared conversation, just hope he’d remember me and faith we’d have that connection once more. The magnetism might have only been during that moment five years ago. I might not have the same reaction to him. But the least I could do is say thank you.

No. Think positive. There will be more.

I knocked and waited.

He took forever. Not enough for me to count ten heartbeats, but an eternity.

Kai Akiyama, the man who saved my life, opened the door wide. He looked exactly the same as he had when we first meet. Dark, silky hair tossed in his cat-like eyes, shielding his gaze roaming over me. His evaluation was an up, then down, passed over the scar on my neck then back to my eyes.

Living in the streets taught me things. Things like when a person measured you, they were probably skilled in handling themselves. They were the people you didn’t want to mess with. I knew Kai could handle himself. I’d seen him take down my three-hundred-pound father in under two seconds. Every time I thought about it, my prick got excited.

“Do I know you?” Kai tilted his head, then he threw up his mask. The one he used the night he told me not to die.

“Yeah, you do.” I cocked my hip to one side.

His dark eyes threw a little suspicion mixed in with a dash of hope my way.

“You said you’d take me with you, so since you didn’t, I’ve come to you.”

There was a hint of recognition and I used his confusion to my advantage. I slipped in his house before he could protest. He didn’t stop me, though I knew he could.  

Kai turned to face me, holding the door. “What is your name?”

Odd. I expected Get the hell out! or Why the fuck are you here? or How did you get in? Not Kai. He waited, seemingly with my name on the tip of his tongue, but like the intelligent man I expected he was, he wouldn’t give anything away. No cold reader was going to get the upper hand on Kai.

“Liam Kroll.” I smiled.

My name put a hairline fracture along his indifferent mask. “I am glad to see you are well.”

The duffle bag in my hand slipped out and landed with a soft whoomph. After two-thousand and six nights of wanting to see his face once more… after having been reunited with the man I admired—hell I’d go so far as to say loved—my anger got the better of me.

“Glad? Glad I’m well? That’s it you motherfucker?” Tears welled up in my eyes. “I didn’t mean that.” I slapped a hand over my mouth because otherwise, I was going to let him have it.

Kai stared at me with his impartial expression. I’d held that same face in memory for years. He blinked over and over. His lips parted but he didn’t speak. That intense attraction we’d had that first night we met returned at the most awful moment.

We held each other’s gaze. His calm confidence washed over me as it had five years ago. That answered question number one. Our connection snapped alive as though we never parted. I squirmed under his gaze. My breath hitched. It felt the same as standing next to a Tesla coil. Energy flowed through me and it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made me want to run. Imagine touching pure electricity. Being close to Kai would fry my brain.

“Liam, this is an inconvenient time.”

Of all the crass bullshit, I couldn’t help it, he asked for this. “Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just settle in here. Is it a one bedroom? Two?”

Shit. What if he was married? What if he had kids of his own? I hadn’t researched that. I’d built in my head how he was going to be thrilled to see me, that I’d be wanted. That, to him, I wasn’t a throwaway. Stupid. If I was someone he wanted, he’d had plenty of time to pick me up.

Kai opened his mouth.

I cut him off. “I don’t care, asshole. You don’t tell someone they can’t die and then abandon them. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve found you and now I’m sticking to you. I’m all yours.”
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That's all I have for now! Until next time!
Happy reading!
♥ ~ Stephy

Handle with Care (Chapter One)
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Work In Progress ♦ Handle With Care (August 2017)

8/31/2017

 
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Where is Pyromage? 

In a dungeon.

Homura was very mean to me. Kuval backed him up and Eldyn refused to take sides. I almost feel the story is redonkulous. There are things I want to fix and I'm taking a break so that I can come back to it. Conversely, I realized I should continue with the series I do have out there, which is the Notice Me Senpai series.

Readers voted for Kai's story next and therefore, I'm granting that wish. Just like Seducing Sensei, Handle with Care delves into the dark part of the soul. Kai, our hero, comes out of it but it's going to take Liam and a very dark, twisted scene in the beginning that I'm debating on leaving in the final book. It's going to be up to beta readers. I'll need as much feedback as possible. But looking at it I wonder if it's necessary. 

My goal is 10K - 12K words a week. The book should be around 60K, I think, but I'm not so sure. I have 7k right now and I've finished with a project and will have time at least for 2K a day. That's my public, social accountability goal. We'll see if I get mob lynched.

So, to start off this party, I'm giving you the character profiles! You get to meet Kai Akiyama and Liam Kroll.  

Kai Akiyama

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Liam Kroll

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Liam, 12 years old
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Liam, 12 years old
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Liam, 17 years old
Now that you've met them, what do you think?

It's going to have a dark start if I ditch Chapter 1. But as most people don't read the prologue, I might just call it the prologue for the sake of having people skip over it. But it might confuse if it's not there. And...now I've lost you as I'm rambling.

​Of course I have a snippet for you so take a look and tell me what you think!  

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Handle With Care

Some parents just—aren’t.

​And that is saying something, coming from me. I do not “do” word contractions. Yet the abbreviation fit.

I could not stand for that boy to be in that house any longer. Because I was a child care service provider, there was something I could do about his situation.

“Mr. Akiyama. We’re waiting on you.”

Officer Glen DeSoto and officer David Corey attended me for tonight’s extraction. I had been waiting for them to show before I knocked on the door of 8211 Labrador Street. There were pockets in the grand city of Reseda that were worse. Right now, I could only think of two places in the San Fernando Valley that could not be described as better.

“Tonight, we will be removing Liam Kroll. He is twelve years of age. Male. Caucasian…”

“We get it man, can we just get him out of there?”

I turned my head and bore my eyes into Officer Corey. He stared at the house, his jaw tense. He refused to look at me. Whether he avoided eye contact because people found my attention disturbing or for the kid we were here to rescue, I could not be sure.

Most people found my cold stare unnerving. But if these officers knew what I was capable of, what kind of past I lived, they would beat me down like a dirty hog. My only saving grace were the lives I had saved along the way. I was not looking for redemption. Redemption was for thieves. For adulterers. For murderers. But not for me. All I could have was an acceptance of past actions I could not take back.

“I would like this to go smoothly. Losing him to a technicality is not acceptable.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Glass shattered inside the house. We all stood at attention. This was routine for this family. Every night the parents would fight. Every night their child would be the one who suffered. Tonight would be the last time Liam would be covered in bruises.

“Jesus. Go man…”

But I was already walking across the street. I pounded on the door as good as any SWAT team member and waited.

Footsteps shook the floor boards of the thirteen-square foot house. The door opened in haste and there stood Liam’s father, Jacob Kroll. I did not believe in stereotypes, however, Mr. Kroll was the poster boy for portly, polish, and poor. He wore a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His jeans were made for Sunday School—Holy and worn.

“What? We don’t want any!” He tried to slam the door on my face. I slipped my foot in between the door jamb. Fuck protocol.

“Mr. Kroll, I am Kai Akiyama, from child care services. I am here to inform you that your parenting privileges have been revoked by the state of California. Please present Liam Kroll.”

“The fuck?”

Little boy cries filled the house. “Nooo! Momma! Stop!”

Mr. Kroll flinched and turned back. I wanted to shove him aside and enter his place of residency, but that was not procedure. I was teetering on proper regulations as it were.

“Mr. Kroll, let me inside or present Liam Kroll to me.”

He snapped his head back. “Get off my property.”

“Mr. Kroll, if you do not cooperate, then I will be forced to use extreme measures.”

“Extreme measures, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Do you happen to see Officer DeSoto and Officer Corey behind me?”

His eyes flicked over my shoulder.

“We have a warrant to search your house for the illegal storing and selling of contraband.”

Mr. Kroll’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“Let me inside or present Liam Kroll.”

“Papa!” The little boy was right behind him. He wore a brand-new shiner on his left eye. The bruises on his right eye were fading. Guess his family thought he needed another.

Mr. Kroll tried to shove me back. It was the excuse I needed. Soon as his palm touched my chest, I took hold of his wrist, bent it around, stepped backwards and yanked him with me. He was on his back before he could register the twinkling stars in the night sky.

“Liam Kroll?” I glanced behind me.

His face registered shock. Liam stared at his father as I kept the bastard pinned to the ground.

I held out my free hand. “Liam, come with me and I won’t let these people hurt you again.”

“Liam! Get back in the house!” Mr. Kroll yelled.

Officer DeSoto and Corey were on the father in seconds.

“Mr. Kroll, you are under arrest for accosting a CCS agent…you have the right to remain silent…”

My attention remained on the boy. His swollen left eye didn’t hide his uncertainty. But there was hope mixed in with the shyness. I could still reach him. Make him understand that life was not night after night of torment.

He stared into my face and unlike most people, he didn’t look away. There was…a connection. Our souls were the same. Kindred spirits. Ying to Yang. We both burned within the same hell. We both bared the burden of being a disappointment to our fathers.

“Come with me.” My hand offered him refuge, he need only take it.

“You’ll take me with you?”

“Yes.” It was not a lie, but I knew I could not keep him. A part of me wanted to. But I was the extraction officer, not a foster home. The other part of me did not trust myself. My upbringing was not ideal and though my father taught me what not to do, I had no notion of how to raise a child correctly.  

Liam’s eyes flickered in a type of knowing. Children his age began to understand the world, how adults worked, how adults told untruths. I was sure he could see through to the demon inside me. The connection we shared ripped me open. Its intensity blew apart the hidden, dirty bits I tried to keep from surfacing.

His steps were tentative. Slow. But his trust in me slayed all my pride. His arm reached out…

“Liam!” His mother came around the door. She took one look at the scene, snatched her child and ran back inside the house.  

“Damn it!” I turned to the officers. They had everything in hand. Mr. Kroll was being cuffed. I chased after Liam and his mother and entered the small abode riddled with…things. The Kroll family horded everything from books to bottles, signature plates to thimbles. They had enough to fill a five-bedroom house. Only this was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom cookie cutter home built when most people rarely grew taller than five feet.

The ceiling was so low, my six-foot-one-inch height made me want to duck as I maneuver around the “pathways” in between piled furniture. I pursued Mrs. Kroll as she ran into the kitchen.

When I got there, I froze. The blood drained out my face and all the way out my feet. 
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And that's all I'm going to reveal. Hopefully you see how dark this will get, but I'm not giving the whole thing away until the release...because, that's what I do. I'm a tease. I know. But this one, I'll see to the end and you'll be along for the ride as we go! 

Until next time, happy reading! 

​XO ~ Stephy

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New Release ♦ Seducing Sensei

3/23/2017

 
Big news! Those who have watched the making of Seducing Sensei will finally get completion! You're going to want to hit the read more down below and all the way to the end because there are some amazing offers, free music, an awesome trailer and great excerpts available to you. 
In one week and a day, on March 31st, 2017, the first book of the "Notice Me Senpai" series will be released into the wild! For those of you who've been patiently waiting, you can get the book on pre-order for 99¢ with the convenience of having it delivered to your kindle the moment it's ready to be shipped out! But this deal ends April 8th, so today's the day! Click on the button below to order!
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Looking for love, Moriel Reis finds it--but why here?

A professional teacher by day, Moriel learns that students can sometimes be the best teachers. Eighteen-year-old Scott Cooper and Itsuma Karter, two of his students share similar interests—including lust for each other. Emotions flare when Itsuma challenges “Mr. Reis’s” authority.

After Moriel harshly disciplines Itsuma in front of the entire class, the young student vows to regain a piece of his wounded pride back. Torn by loyalty for his smoldering friend and classmate, Scott Cooper watches his homeroom teacher with dreamy, lust-filled eyes.

The heated conflict begins a fiery battle between Itsuma and his teacher. As this passion translation becomes a lustful tale, a surprising ‘hot for teacher’ story becomes a love affair, and a passionate adventure.

This out of the ordinary exploration for the two students allows them entrance into a world of erotic confessions, taking them on a journey into the velvet art of seduction that begins when the fighting ends. But as their taboo sexual persuasions beckon for something more, in lies the question… do two wrongs make a right?

Moriel, Scott, and Itsuma learn the answer.

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The Halloween Update

10/27/2016

 
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I love Halloween so I'm wishing you all a safe candy-filled, diabetes coma induced party!

But I just don't feel it would be a complete party send off without an excerpt!

So here we go! Another Seducing Sensei teaser...

“I need to go,” Scott said.

No. No, no, no, no, no. Sending him back to that place was my hell. “So soon?”

Scott pulled away. “Yeah.”

Hands on my clock read a little after eight. I didn’t like this. Ever since he spent the night he’d been going home earlier. “Stay.” I grabbed his hand.

My Cowboy turned away, avoiding my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t. I have to go.”

His hand slipped from mine. I should have kept my mouth shut. I’d troubled him. He wanted to stay but felt a responsibility to his family. I didn’t doubt his feelings for me but family needs outweighed selfish desires. That I understood. Still, when he picked up his shirt and put it back on I thought my insides were doing a freefall. Like a trap door opened below me and plunged me into darkness.

Scott put his shoes on while Itsuma and I watched. Neither of us gave protest. After he collected what he needed, my Cowboy sauntered over, leaned a hand on the couch and swept me in a kiss. I forgot words. Language. Coherent thought. Our tongues caressed each other in a dance of mindless instinct saying I will return. He better. Dizzy in my stupor of love, Scott pulled back, turned to Itsuma and gave him the same as he gave me.

Watching the beautiful Cowboy and the Japanese Prince left me breathless. Their eyes watching each other, their lips tangled in a gentle battle. The kind of goodbye that left a man gasping and sent blood pressure soaring. If Scott didn’t concede to Itsuma soon, we’d find ourselves back at the beginning, satisfying each other.

Scott finally pulled away. Itsuma smiled up at him, claiming his victory over not pulling away. Tempting his classmate for another round. But the adore for each other in their eyes rang clear. Scott pulled away and gave me a lopsided grin.

He leaned over to my ear. “Goodnight.” His salutation wrapped around my cock and stroked from base to tip. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His whisper froze me in place. Holy shit. His voice was a whiskey bourbon aphrodisiac. Yes please, may I have another?

My Cowboy walked across the room and half my heart went with him out the door. We sat there for a moment in silence.

“Bastard.” Itsuma flashed his impish grin.

I eyed my Prince. “You’re not leaving so soon are you?”

“Baka, he made sure to leave us wanton.”

“Don’t call me an idiot. No more bad words or I’m putting out a jar.”

Itsuma tsked and crouched. His agenda had nothing to do with eating or studying. It didn’t seem like he wanted sex. No, his body language suggested something physical, but not carnal.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s your angle Karter?” I wasn’t prey and refused to relinquish control. The jitters I’d get before a match roiled in my stomach. My muscles tensed in preparation. Oh, we were going to have fun.

“You know,” Itsuma said. “Scott’s goodbye technique is effective. It’s what got me thinking about him in that way.” He stared at me with unblinking eyes.

“Jealous?” My heart rate sped up. Excitement skittered up and down my spine.

“No.” He held still. A panther ready to pounce. “You know better Sensei. We need to have a discussion.”

“About?” I tried to look harmless as a hare. Yes, come get me. I’ll fight you for the top position.

Itsuma held his unnerving smile, a technique all the best mental fighters possessed. Confidence intimidated opponents. But I had my own techniques. I knew better. And yet, I wanted so badly to take that smile off his face, or ravish those lips. Either way was fine with me. Scott may have left us wanting so we wouldn’t fight, but his plan wasn’t going to work out. But, I wasn’t sure what we were fighting for. Was it for Scott? Dominance? Losing face? Or was he still being petty over his precious iPod?

We both lurched at the same time. I had him on his back in an instant, but he rolled with my momentum and somersault us over until he was on top. I expected as much from a black belt.

“So who’s this Kai Akiyama?” He said.

Crap. He remembered Kai’s full name. He was probably going to google stalk him later. There wouldn’t be much to find. “High School friend,” I said.

“Yeah. Like me and Cooper are high school friends. I got that. What do you two have to work out?”

“I said it’s none of your business.” I swept his arm and leg, rolling us on the ground fighting for dominance. I stretched out on top of him. Itsuma rose his middle. Damn. I didn’t expect him to know wrestling moves. I kicked his feet out from under him and we slammed down, me still on top. I had him pinned.

“Did you play with him like this?” Itsuma said.

Before I realized what happened, I was on my back. He had the concept down. Trying to flatten my legs so I couldn’t gain ground, but I’d been trained for this and he was still an amateur.

“It wasn’t like that.” I hooked my arm over his neck and crawled over his back. Wrapping my arms under his and locking my hands over the back of his neck. 

He struggled. Itsuma tried to flip over. Crazy ass kid. It was difficult matching his speed. But I was able to keep him unsteady and unbalanced.

Itsuma coughed out. “Is he gay?”

Not really. “He’s like you.”

“The hell he is!” Itsuma twisted his body like a contortionist. He gained more speed and energy. Because of that we rolled and I was on my back with him on top. “Sensei you need to learn to take me seriously.”
Yeah, as if. “Well, you do like to horse around.” 

“Tell me what you and your friend have to work out.” Itsuma wrapped around me with his arms and legs, holding himself so even a strand of hair couldn’t get between us. He’d reversed our positions only he didn’t put me in a choke hold. He held onto me like a monkey using his two hundred pounds of muscle to keep me turtled. He was incredible. It made me hot for him.

“It’s personal.” I struggled using grappling methods to get out from his hold.

“Then I’ll find a way to get in your business.” Itsuma turned me over and ground my head into the floor.

“Why are you so angry?” Ouch! He’d dug a knee into my back.

“Oh, I’m not angry, Sensei,” Itsuma said, but his tone specified he was a more than pissed off.

“All right!” I said. “I’ll tell you. Let me go.” Although his punishment was intoxicating, the thought of my Prince angry with me didn’t sit well.
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Until next Thursday!

♥ ~ Stephy

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