Something about writing the good in a demon...
What? How is that?
Not sure but I find demons incredibly intriguing.
Read on to the Taboo post to find out more
Showing posts with label Vertigo 2 Devotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vertigo 2 Devotion. Show all posts
Monday, July 8, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Wind Down Wednesday
Good Morning! Welcome to the Wind Down
I do love Depeche Mode, old and new because the mood and lyrics in their music are very inspiring.
I picked this one today because of the title, Halo.
In the tune, Dave talks about guilt and being able to see that guilt most likely in the person he loves who might be seeing someone else and isn't telling him.
It made me think of stories about cheating, like my own Vertigo 2 which I haven't finished as of yet but, Hayden and David have that same issue.
This real happening is always a sticking point in romance. Some don't want to see it. Readers demand an HEA all the time with the characters totally faithful.
That is totally unrealistic to think that no one will ever desire someone else in a committed relationship. It's in our makeup to always look. The crime comes when you act on it.
The whole makeup of Vertigo 2 is jealousy for this couple who essentially gave up a lot to be together. They still love one another but within every relationship, there is always a temptation.
Halo tells the story of the other person on the outside looking at his or her lover cheating on him with someone else.
Thanks Dave and Martin for the inspiring lyrics.
Look for Vertigo 2 in the future!
Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday Mornin' Muse
Good morning
I love a good muse.
He was my model for the video in Vertigo and I'm sure I'll be using him for number two when I finish.
He's also my muse for The Professor which is now part of a series I'm doing with BL and Rawiya
All about college boys.
This one will play a teacher.
Hmm...
Look for that next year sometime.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Angels and Demons Blog Hop!
Longing for a Story of Love with What?
Michael Mandrake
Good morning to all. I’m excited to be here to talk about a story I’m very fond of called Vertigo. The book is the long version of a short I did called Longing for a Normal State of Vertigo for the Riding the Rocket anthology through Sizzler Editions.
When I looked at the submission call by Sascha Illyvich, the editor of the collection, my first thought was to write a story of my main character receiving blinding love and passion from an immortal, something other than a vampire. *shudder*
At that time, I was very new to the genre and wanted to get a shot at being in this anthology by creating something totally new and different from any of the others he might have seen.
When I started writing, my first thought was to make it a historical since my main character Hayden Curry was a scientist from the 1900’s in Britain. Then I thought of the secondary character, David. He had to be someone strong and unique. Could he be a shifter, a chimera as Sascha offered that he might be? Who knows! Honestly, in the beginning, I had absolutely no idea what kind of being he actually was. Just as Hayden was clueless, so was I.
Then, I contacted Sascha later on after the anthology was released to ask him about doing a longer version. When I pulled the story back out of the WIP file, I looked it over and got more of a sense from David almost immediately. What I came up with without giving all the details is an immortal, some kind of angel or demon with powers to read minds, change forms, as well as an endless amount of sexual energy that Hayden takes a lot of pleasure in. *snicker*
So my story really has no mythological basis. It’s a complete fantasy story with the only factual things being the setting of that time period, the clothing of the characters, and the speech. The other thing I truly enjoy about my tale is the love and chemistry between my two men. How they communicate, get through trials and shortcomings during the early parts of their relationship, all the way to the ultimate test at the end which to this day I am astounded by what they asked me to write.
And to think, the basis was really, nothing! What did Hayden fall in love with? An angel or a demon? You’ll have to read Vertigo to find out.
Before I went to my haven, I glanced outside my window. Outside, the rainfall reduced to a drizzle, coupled by slow moving clouds over the moonlight. The trees blew after only a few gusts of winds, ripped the leaves off and made quite a mess on the grass underneath.
These would be the nights I would cherish with him most. After relishing in the afterglows of new inventions and glasses of wine, there were mind blowing affections to follow.
Such a good lover…
Once I got to my place of work, I immediately began searching for the vials I had for the latest concoction. When I did not see them, I lost my head rather quickly.
“Where on God’s green earth,” I screamed and walked from one end of my laboratory to the other. "Where are those samples I just had? Libertina!"
Immediately, the pale and slim maiden with dark hair ran to my aid.
"Yes sir, have you lost something again, sir?"
"I have Libertina. The tubes I examined the night before. They seemed to…oh."
Within moments, my dearest uncovered the missing necessities I searched for, right underneath my novel, The Bounded Scientist.
I shrunk back and smiled wryly. "Thank you Libertina, ahem, that will be all my sweet."
"Yes sir, if there is anything you need, I'll be tending to your clothes, sir." Quickly, she curtsied and scurried off, closing the door behind her.
Ah, what a fine young maiden I have. If I were more attracted to the ladies, then I might give her go, but only gentlemen tickled my fancy these days.
I could not be that upset even in this pitiful state. Not that many people understood me when they came to know me. Throughout the years, many thought they should have thrown me in the local mental ward because of the ideas I'd had.
Nevertheless, my determination and visions had made me one of the most recognizable names in London, apart from the fact I inherited my father's large fortune.
Still, even with all the money and notoriety, I had always felt something was missing from my life. I longed for something new to happen. Whether it was a new discovery or invention it had to be different from what I had already seen.
I looked at the experiment I had been working on for seemingly weeks in disgust. Things hadn’t been the same anyway since Lawrence departed but I was determined to move on with my life’s work despite what happened to him. I had to hold on to the hope he would return.
After around the fifteenth trial of not receiving my desired result, I retreated to my bedroom to sleep. Unlike times before, I decided not to read before bed but instead lay there until my eyes got too heavy.
I hoped the nightmares would not start again since after they occurred I stayed awake staring at the ceilings of my room, often needing a drink of the alcoholic variety to put me to rest. I felt myself becoming rather dependent on the beverages. Certainly, doing this sort of thing would cloud my senses and not allow me to function properly. Many men of science I knew had become like this and I refused to become one of them.
I’ll never.
I always reassured myself that I wouldn’t continue to down this dangerous path, however, everyday, being alone with only yourself to talk with could be a detriment to one’s mental state.
Although fully capable of doing everyday things, I’d come to accept that I was different. After all, for one, I wasn’t attracted to women. Two, I enjoyed reading more than being outside playing in games.
In fact my mom would frequently say that she wished I’d be like “normal” boys and go play ball instead of reading. This from the same woman who didn’t know how to read until after she birthed me. With the help of my caregiver, I taught myself how to read the written word thus showed my mum in the process. Still, even afterwards, she didn’t consider it as an important skill. “I’ve always had people to do things like read for me,” she said, giving illiteracy credence. Totally absurd but true.
If I wasn’t able to read and learn I might die.
Such is true of me, Doctor Hayden Curry. I preferred to have my mind stimulated before anything else. This isn’t saying that I didn’t enjoy the sins of the flesh because I did, but, books were like gold to me, more important than any penny I owned. I’d inherited most of it which allowed me to live the lavish lifestyle and work on experiments instead of seeing patients to cure their ailments. I wasn’t interested in short term solutions anyway. I wanted results that could change the world and mankind forever.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Wednesday Briefs # 4
Greetings!
I'm back on board with the Wednesday Briefs.
Here is are the prompts:
"Love means never having to...." or the alternate prompts of:
use: peanuts, consideration, candelabra or
"I would have gone to .... except that I...." or
"Penny for your thoughts" or
"Frankly, my dear, I don't...."
Now here is my small story an alternative scene from the story I'm editing, Vertigo 2 Devotion.
David stared at his longtime partner like a man possessed. He couldn't help the jealousy boiling inside of him, tearing him up inside, making the demon he was come out every moment he watched Hayden with his good friend, Berrows.
"This sickens me," he groaned and rolled his eyes, attempting to lose the anger in a hurry. He'd promised Luc, Jessie, Berrows, and Libertina he wouldn't allow the green monster to appear now that they'd made the arrangement complete. However, it was just too hard to do that. Knowing the person you loved, the man you'd spent most of your immortal existence waiting on, molding into the walker the dark lord desired, was enamored with your best friend. "Pfft!" Some friend. "He should be more respectful of my feelings!" That didn't make sense. Since when should a demon care about feelings and as Luc said, they can't love anyone.
"Then why does it hurt so much to see this...why..." David balled his hand into a fist and tore his eyes away from the scene. While still brooding he heard footsteps come closer and then a soft hand on his back.
"A penny for your thoughts, lover?" That calm voice soothed him but did nothing to dispel the anger in his cold heart.
"Read them," he snapped. "You're good at the mind reading aspect now, remember?"
* * * *
Here are the other briefers
Nephylim m/m
MA Church m/m
Sara York m/m
Lily Sawyer m/m
MC Houle m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Saturday Sips - Vertigo 2 Devotion
Here is some more from my sequel to Vertigo, Devotion.
Being a demon is so much sexier!
Jessie Jinx desires something new and different in his life. He’s obsessed with demonology, Satanism, as well as the teachings of LaVey and Crowley. Through his art, his music and his choice if reading material, he’s channeling a demon and isn’t even aware of it.
Enter in David, Hayden Curry’s lover who convinced him to give up his life to walk eternally until their destruction. Lucifer has a job for him, to bring in a new follower into the mix because he is pleased with his work. The devil doesn’t verbalize this to David and instead, causes him to have these intense sexual experiences with someone other than Hayden. Finally, the evil lord makes him go to New Orleans, Louisiana, the place where many magics and evils of hoodoo voodoo dwell in search of the devil’s new protégé. Upon meeting him, Jessie becomes fascinated with David and Hayden, thus making Dr. Curry very jealous.
Jessie wants to be with them completely, despite the fact it means his mortal life but he has a connection to David and Hayden’s pasts that might keep them apart. What will the three do to solve it?
In this scene, David and Hayden have a heart to heart about their relationship
The sun shone through the windows, causing David to wince and rub his eyes. “Ughh…moving day I suppose.” Although it always excited him to begin a new mission, this one didn’t exactly make him jump for joy. He knew it necessary to prove his loyalty to Luc so he’d go through it regardless. Still, being around the singer, Jessie Jinx left him unsettled and worried.
Not wanting to get up, he turned around slowly to look at his partner sleeping next to him. His eyes roamed the pale, slender body, so lean and beautiful in all the right places. A hint of moisture glistened on his back, down to the crack of his buttocks and David crouched over to trace that line of wetness with his mouth. “Salty and sweet,” he whispered and made a small trail of kisses around Harden’s tribal ink on his lower back. Once David moved the bed covering, he continued to go lower on his body with nips and pecs. With each spot his tasted, his morning wood got more uncomfortable to bear. “I love you, Hayden. Never will I desire another the way I do you.”
“Mhmmm…” Only slightly, he moved under David’s touches until he shifted around fully to face him.
Again, David took in the essence that was Doctor Hayden Curry; the front of his body just as delicious as the backside. Taut muscles in his arms and abs, with a light smattering of hair that started between his pecs and led down to his crotch. On his shoulders, colorful artwork of a ferocious tiger on his left, while on the right a hooded figure with Latin writing underneath. Despite his proper English, Hayden had become very worldly just as David had, changing with the times as they should’ve. Often, he worried that the old coroner wouldn’t adapt to living in times nothing like his own but thankfully he was presently surprised. “Good morning, Hayden.”
His lover sat up on his elbows and lifted one legs up, causing the sheet to fall away from his body. “Mornin’ lover. How did ya’ sleep?”
David grinned, admiring his lover’s accent which seemed to improve overnight. He took Hayden’s hand inside his own and lifted it to his lips. “Very well, baby. Betta than I have in weeks.”
“Really? Why is that, David? What’s been causin’ my man to stay up late at night?” The Doctor returned the smile and his hazel eyes already turned from their light green hue to a shade matching his own.
“I’m…um…” This sudden move made him lose focus. With each passing day, David could tell how good Hayden was becoming at reading his mind. “Alright, fine!” Knowing he couldn’t keep the truth from his man any longer, he kissed the back of his palm and breathed in the musky scent of his flesh. Ashamed about his dreams, he looked away from him. Tears began to run down his cheeks. “Forgive me, lover. My mind hasn’t been right for so many days. I’ve…” The guilt rose inside of him, acting as a noose around his neck. He struggled to find the words. “I’ve been thinking of the human, a lot. The visions of him having sex and performing have caused me great distress. Please, please forgive me Hayden. I don’t love him and never will. It was only my heart and cock betraying me.”
Hayden nodded, kept the grin, and traced the moisture running from his lids. “I know, mon chere. I’ll neva question yo affection fo me.”
In disbelief, David shook his head. “But I promised not to keep secrets or lie to you again when we made our commitment after your burial. Remember? And please, you can talk to me in our speech now. The act is only necessary when we’re around Jessie.”
The Doctor tilted his head to the right. “Nah, can’t do that if I wanna get used to the role I’m playin’, babe. Look ‘ere, I’m sho it’s a reason fo what you dreamt ‘bout, right? Ya’ wasn’t doin’ this on ya’ own accord. No reason to get upset, David. We’ll always be together David. Foeva.”
Quickly he nodded in agreement, enjoying the feeling of Hayden’s hand on his face. Still, his nonchalant attitude about David’s mind adultery bothered him. “I…Hayden…”
“Shhh…” He got up and covered his lips with his own. “There there, mah David, my precious love.” Hayden pulled him in and stroked the back of his head, fondling his curls. “I’ll neva have the same feelings for anyone but you and I know you feel the same, sugah but I also know we’ll always be lookin’ at otha’ good lookin’ men too.”
David gripped onto Hayden tightly, still upset over their conversation. He never wanted to love anyone but Hayden and he’d continue to feel that way despite what Luc had in store. “What if he requires us to do something else?”
“Then we do it but the feelin’s won’t be there, will they? None of that’ll change, right chere? All that mattas is the emotions you got fo me, love.”
True. “Yes, I’ll never have that for anyone else. I only love you Hayden and won’t do anything to anyone unless it’s required.”
“Mah man, I believe ya. No worries there, alright?” Hayden pulled away and gazed into David’s eyes. He took his face into his soft hands and softly kissed his lips. “I love ya’ David. Neva will that change. Eva.”
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday Sip - Vertigo 2 Devotion
Being a demon is so much sexier!
Jessie Jinx desires something new and different in his life. He’s obsessed with demonology, Satanism, as well as the teachings of LaVey and Crowley. Through his art, his music and his choice if reading material, he’s channeling a demon and isn’t even aware of it.
Enter in David, Hayden Curry’s lover who convinced him to give up his life to walk eternally until their destruction. Lucifer has a job for him, to bring in a new follower into the mix because he is pleased with his work. The devil doesn’t verbalize this to David and instead, causes him to have these intense sexual experiences with someone other than Hayden. Finally, the evil lord makes him go to New Orleans, Louisiana, the place where many magics and evils of hoodoo voodoo dwell in search of the devil’s new protégé. Upon meeting him, Jessie becomes fascinated with David and Hayden, thus making Dr. Curry very jealous.
Jessie wants to be with them completely, despite the fact it means his mortal life but he has a connection to David and Hayden’s pasts that might keep them apart. What will the three do to solve it?
“Hey, listen, it’s my art okay? I understand I might’ve gotten a little carried away!” Jessie tried his best to explain it to the arresting officer who sat behind a desk at the New Orleans police station, precinct nineteen. Damnit he knew he should’ve kept his dick to himself. That girl! Fuckin’ women will get you in trouble each and every time.
The officer gave him a pitiful glare and straightened the papers on his desk. “Jessie, we’ve told you, time and time again to keep yourself clothed. You can’t go around whippin’ your junk out in front of audiences no matter how artistic you may think it is. Now, I’m sorry, as much as I like ya’ as a person, I gotta book ya’ for indecent exposure and because this is a repeat offense…”
“Officer, wait a moment. That won’t be necessary.” A voice from out of nowhere came and the cop named Brimley as well as Jessie turned to look to their right.
In came the beautiful woman from the show, holding her purse tightly in her leather gloved hands. Everyone in that office went silent, looking at the beautiful lady with paled skin and ebony tresses strolling towards Brimley’s desk.
Both Brimley and Jessie got up from their seats. “Um, ma’am I…” The policeman looked as if were entranced.
Jessie’s eyes bulged. She was even more gorgeous and sexy in regular light. A long black dress that flowed to her ankles, all lacey with low cut at the bosom to display that work of art on her chest. Her ebony dark hair pinned in a bun with tight curls that hung from the edges. A red heart dipped into her cleavage. Jessie suddenly felt the urge to taste her right then and there.
“No need. I have his bail money right here.” She pulled out a wad of cash that looked to be hundreds. This should cover it all right?” Slowly she licked her ruby red lips and flashed a wicked grin. The singer wondered had she enjoyed his offering from earlier? Due to the cops grabbing him offstage, he couldn’t stick around to find out.
“Um, I…yeah,” Brimley nervously chuckled and pulled out his keys to release the cuffs.
Jessie couldn’t believe what was happening. A tantalizing and delicious creature he didn’t even know, getting him out on bail? Who was this woman? Better yet, what did she do for a living so he could change girlfriends? Most of what Jessie owned was either given to or bought for him. His art and music he did for almost pennies earned him just enough pennies to buy more supplies, beer, and drugs or his other love, reading about the occult. He used his good looks and sexual wiles with women and men to get the necessities. Jessie Jinx didn’t directly work for anyone and wouldn’t no matter what.
“Thank you very much,” she purred and bowed her head slightly forward. “Come Jessie, we have things to do.”
We do? The artist rubbed his sore wrists before picking up his top hat from the desk. “Um, yeah, uh, thanks darlin’ and um, officers, have a good one,” he drawled and tipped his cap. He followed her out the office, feeling the eyes from every direction drawn on the lovely lady that released him. Seemingly she didn’t really walk out, more like glided out the place onto the steps. When they got outside, she turned to him and kissed his mouth long and hard making his cock instantly take notice. “Mhmm…baby, thank you.”
Again, she covered his lips with hers and pulled onto his jacket to keep him still. “Just stay out of trouble and know that I’m watching your every move,” she snarled and quickly skipped down the stairs, away from Jessie despite his cries.
“Wait! I wanna know more, damnit!” In desperation, he held out one of his hands while the other held onto his hat. Wanting to inquire about the girl, he tried running after her but in the blink of an eye she was gone. “Who are you, beautiful?”Have you checked out book one? If not here it is:
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After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?
Now check out BL with My Lieutenant 2.
After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?
Now check out BL with My Lieutenant 2.
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