Celebrate Clare London’s Birthday with FREEBIES!
Over on Clare London’s LiveJournal, she has 10 posts with either free stories right there waiting for you, or links to a bazillion other free stories to read or download.
Some are her own, but she also recruited a bunch of her author and publisher friends to give up the goods. (Like me!)
It is Clare’s birthday after all. 
So hop on over to Clare’s LJ and indulge in a Saturday of titillating free reads.
It could require Sunday too.
And don’t forget to wish Clare a very happy birthday!
Blow My Snow
I’m a big fan of winter, but I am not a fan of winter chores. While watching a neighbor shovel out his driveway, I gave thought to what I might be willing to do to avoid picking up my own snow shovel. With a rather devious smile, I returned to my laptop and gave that little dilemma to a character…
BLOW MY SNOW
By Missy Welsh
Garland Sawyer hated shoveling snow. He was a kid at heart, so building a snowman or making snow angels or even having an impromptu snowball fight were the things he loved about winter. Even driving on slick streets was more enjoyable than shoveling. He’d do just about anything to avoid shoveling snow.
So when he saw Carter Crowe, that gorgeous man, out there shoveling a driveway and making it look like some kind of winter porn—second only to locker room porn in Garland’s mind at that moment—Garland found himself out on the porch in his sneakers and without his coat, waving to get Carter’s attention.
“Will you do the path and the sidewalk for me?” he asked and tucked his hands into the pouch of his hoodie since it was a little brisk out here despite the rare display of bright sunlight.
“What’ll you give me if I do?”
He should’ve expected that, really. Nothing was free anymore.
“Twenty bucks?”
Carter leaned on his shovel and smirked. Even some fifty feet away, Garland could clearly see the smirkiness of that smirk. “Come on, Gar. You can do better than that.”
Frustrating man. “Well, what do you want?”
Mister Sexy Winter Chore sauntered closer, snow nearly covering his boots as he came down the uncleared path to the porch steps. Garland felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature when Carter was close enough for Garland to see the twinkle in his blue eyes and the pink on his pale, lightly freckled cheeks.
“A blowjob.”
Every Time a Bell Rings REVIEWED!
Every Time a Bell Rings, my little Christmas story from MLR Press, was reviewed by 3 of my favorite review sites in the past few weeks. I’m quite thrilled with the results since Joyfully Jay Reviews rated it at 4.75/5 stars, Brief Encounters gave it an A-, and Reviews by Jessewave had Wave giving it a 4/5 stars. Yep, I’m very happy knowing that even with such a lag time between releases, I’m still pretty good at this writing thing.
Brian dropped everything last year when his mother became ill so he could take care of her until the day she died. People he thought were friends didn’t stick with him and he’s somehow become kind of a recluse without meaning to be. Only Mike, his best friend since they were kids, has stuck by him and is now saving him from homelessness after a fire destroys Brian’s apartment building days before Christmas. Though Mike has to go down South for the holiday, Brian stays in Mike’s apartment with his slightly singed kitten Oreo.
Brian’s only goal is to set his affairs back in order before everything shuts down for the holidays and then make it through those holidays in one piece. He’s lost so much–his only real possession is a photo album of his mom that he risked death to save from the fire–and he’s feeling lost and very alone…until Mike, his hot neighbor Trent, and even little Oreo conspire to give Brian the best Christmas possible and a future that looks a lot brighter.
For an excerpt and purchase options, please visit my Every Time a Bell Rings page. Thank you!
Stuck on the Sex
I don’t know how common it is for authors of erotic romances to get stuck when faced with a sex scene, but it does happen to me now and again. I’ve written before about just getting over it, letting go and writing the damn thing already. And everyone knows about “research” that can help move those thinkings along.
Except that wasn’t working.
I discovered today that what really helps me is thinking of them as love scenes — that is the goal for my books, after all — and being inspired by real life love gets me writing that scene. Maybe it’s a photo of a couple just sharing a smile or a hug and you can just see in their eyes what they mean to each other. Maybe it’s a poem or a letter written 100 years ago wherein one person longs for the other from such a great distance.
That’s what helped me today, seeing real love put out there for the world to see. Amazingly enough, I found it in Tumblr and I’m going to start sharing the photos that inspire me in there later today. (Up above in the header, there’s a new icon that looks like Flickr, but it’ll take you to my Tumblr page.)
Even though I’m going to go write about some very graphic and naughty things, it’s all in the name of love, baby. 
My Favorite Christmas Song
When I was young, my grandmother played in the handbell choir at our church. It still fascinates me that a whole group of people have to coordinate their efforts to play what has to sound like one instrument. Each person is responsible for 2, maybe 3, individual notes!
Christmas is the handbell season, and I can remember going with Mamie to practices. Trinity Church is this massive structure that makes me think of castles and knights for all its heavy woodwork, alcoves and bright stained glass. To hear those bells inside that space was to touch on something heavenly for me. Nowadays, I can’t hear them and not remember my Mamie and what it felt like to be a child awed by what she could do with a simple little bell.
Here’s a YouTube video of my favorite Christmas song, Carol of the Bells, that should give you a taste of it’s like to experience handbells at a Christmas service. (Turn your sound down a bit to avoid a tinny sound to the bells.)
Every Time a Bell Rings NOW AVAILABLE!
Every Time a Bell Rings, my little Christmas story from MLR Press, released today!
Brian’s only goal is to set his affairs back in order before everything shuts down for the holidays and then make it through those holidays in one piece. He’s lost so much–his only real possession is a photo album of his mom that he risked death to save from the fire–and he’s feeling lost and very alone…until Mike, his hot neighbor Trent, and even little Oreo conspire to give Brian the best Christmas possible and a future that looks a lot brighter.
IMHO this is a bittersweet, sometimes funny, and definitely sexy short story. Just explaining the significance of the photo album and what Trent does with one of the photos for Brian had my mother crying! There are some funny bits too, though–I hope!–as well as a few antics from a spunky kitten that any cat lover should recognize from their own furry friends.
BUY NOW FROM MLR PRESS and don’t neglect to check out the other Christmas stories now available!
