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D. H. Starr is a clean-cut guy with a wickedly naughty mind. He grew up in Boston and loves the city for its history and beauty. Also, having lived in NYC, he enjoys the fast pace and the availability of anything and everything. He first became interested in reading from his mother who always had a stack of books piled next to her bed. Family is important to D. H. and his stories center around the intricate and complex dynamics of relationships and working through problems while maintaining respect and love. His favorite books tend to fall in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, and coming of age. To learn more about D. H. Starr and his books, please visit his website at www.dhstarr.com if you are 18+. To view his young adult work and resources, visit www.dhstarrYAbooks.com.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Thursday Therapy - Chris Molina

Bishop! He's the light of my life and the greatest sorce of stress. Bishop Dumonte Molina, the perfect blend of myself, Cameron, and Abby. He possesses the best of all of our talents and strengths. He's fast, strong, smart, compassionate. He will have mental abilities as well as physical. People will be drawn to him and not know why. But did I do the right thing in constructing the perfect child?

Sure, I don't see any outward signs of abnormality and I can't detect any wrongness internally. All systemns function better than the average person (hell, better than the above-average person). But still, I can't help but wonder what will happen once he comes into his powers.

It's a little rediculous to think of this sweet young boy, baby really, as an adult. My worries won't come to pass for decades...if they come to pass at all. Still, there's something deep inside that rankles my nerves. Did I do the right thing?

All it takes is one look at those big, blue, pure eyes and I know I couldn't live in a world where Bishop didn't exist. I suppose I'll just have to have faith and believe that things really do turn out for the best in the end.

Unfortunately, that hasn't always been the way things have worked out for me on my journey. Not with my family and not with my nephew, Anthony. I lost so much. I couldn't bear to suffer a loss like that again. Especially when I have built what I consider to be a true family with Cameron (my life), Abby (my rock), and Bishop (my hopes and dreams).

Only time will tell and dwelling on things I can't change certainly won't help anyone.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Thursday Therapy - Justin Franklin

So people have been asking me about my relationship with Martin and up til now I've been remaining pretty tight-lipped, but now I kind of feel like I need to set some things straight...well, maybe straight isn't the right word, but you catch my meaning.

So as you know, I kind of got the crap knocked out of me and Martin was treating me all gentle and timid. That aggitated the shit out of me by the way. But many of you are asking if I like the fact that he's so protective.

Well, to answer in a word...yes! Who wouldn't love having a boyfriend who treats them like they are something precious. But in another word, my answer is also NO! You have to understand, Martin's a big guy and likes to take charge, but he also likes to protect and for most people that's great.

As his boyfriend, there are times I don't want protection. There are times I want him to throw me down and take me. There are times I want him to forget about my feelings or my physical needs and to just use me for his own pleasure. What he doesn't get is when I look into his eyes when he's lost in a moment of passion, it's the greatest turn on in the world to me. It could happen at work when he's pissed at some tweaked out perp or it could be right after he's had a premonition and the urgency of what he's seen can be immediately read on his face.

But when he's on top of me, inside me, and he's lost in a moment of pure, physical release. Man, I come in two seconds flat when I see that expression on his face.

So if you see him and are talking about me, feel free to give him the hint that he should be a little more selfish in the bedroom. For some reason he won't listen to me. But I love the big guy. Under all that muscle and bravery is the heart of a teddy bear. My six-foot, bulked up, tanned-to-perfection teddy bear.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Thursday Therapy - Andrew Jamieson

Welcome to Therapy Thursday where you can talk to my characters, see what's going on with them, and get inside their heads. Sometimes I'll give you updates on what's happening in their lives. Other times, I'll start writing about characters who I haven't included in books yet.

Come visit me each Thursday so you can learn about and continue your relationships with the characters you love, hate, whatever!


It's been almost a year and I still can't figure out why I was stupid enough to let go of the best thing that ever happened to me...Jeremy. I mean seriously, he was so fantastic. Sweet, hot, kind. And all becasue I didn't think he made enough money.

Ok, to be fair, it wasn't that. It was that I thought he wasn't living up to his potential. The thought behind pressure I placed on him came from the right place. It was just the wrong thing to do. I'm amazed he stayed with me as long as he did.

Don't get me wrong. Jeremy deserves the best and Craig is the best...for Jeremy that is. But it doesn't make it any easier to see how happy ther are together. And I can't bring myself to sever ties with him. He's too important to me and always will be.

I suppose it's that I'm drowning myself in work. What with the depressed economy and companies going bankrupt left and right, it's a wonder I've managed to continue to do so well at Goldman. Then again, since it's the only thing I do with my life now, I guess it's not so surprising at all. At least I'm successful in that area of my life, even if it's the ONLYT area I'm putting any energy into. That and working out.

Peter has turned out to be a great workout buddy. He's strong, enjoys pushing his muscles to the limit, and isn't afraid to sweat. My kind of man except for the fact he's just a bartender. Shit. That's the kind of thinking that pushed jeremy away. That's the kind of thinking that has landed me alone, one-dimntional. Unhappy.

Well, whatever. Peter has indicated on more than one occassion that he wouldn't be averse to hooking up. lord knows I need to. But he's a friend. i don't know if I want to go there. What if we do and he wants more form me? I can't return his feelings. He's completely wrong for me. What do we have in common besides a love of working out?

Fuck it all to hell. This thinking is only getting me frustrated. I'm off to bed.