STORY SHORT: Another Hot Mess

 

 

ANOTHER HOT MESS

 

Lany

"Thank you so much for coming."

My smiled stretched my lips to the point of pain.

"We'll get together later this week. I'll call you."

Officer Lyn Philips chewed on his lower lip for a moment before sending me a quivering smile. "You sure you don't want some help cleaning this up? I don't mind staying."

"No, that's okay.

By the time I shut the door behind the last of the people I had invited to Sal's surprise birthday part, I was ready to scream. The smile instantly fell from my lips when I turned to survey the room behind me.

I had decorated until there wasn't a spot that didn't have a balloon or a candle or a streamer. Something bright and shiny and birthday like. The dining room table had been set up as a type of round buffet. I had cooked everything myself under the supervision of the master chef my mother had hired.

She didn't cook, but she could plan a social event with the best of them.

She knew the best chefs.

Some of the food had been nibbled on, but most of it still sat on the table. I had tried to send it home with people. What was I going to do with it?

Everyone had declined.

The beautiful three layer birthday cake sat prominently at the head of the table.

Sal's spot.

Except Sal wasn't here.

Again.

Tears swam in my eyes as I started for the kitchen. I was going to need a shit load of containers to put away all of the leftovers. We'd be eating hors d'oeuvre for days.

Up side? I wouldn't have to cook.

There was entire birthday cake left. The idea of eating all that sugar—no matter how much the chocolate ganache and butter cream cake tasted—made my stomach roll. That was a lot of sugar.

I rubbed my stomach, my lip curling back in disgust.

I wasn't sure if it was the thought of all that sugar or that I had no one to share it with that had my stomach so upset, but I was on the edge of saying to hell with it and just going to bed. And I would have if I didn't know there was no one else here to clean up the mess except me.

The partiers had all been sent home and the birthday boy had never come home.

This seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Sal, one that I fully intended to break the man of, even if I had to use a baseball bat.

He had missed our anniversary, not once, but twice. Granted, his reasons were pretty good, but still. I had planned special nights each time, and each time, he had either shown up late or not at all. Now, he had missed his surprise birthday party.

I wasn't sure there was an excuse for that.

My anger at Sal hadn't even begun to cover how embarrassed I had been when I had to call it a night and send all of our friends home. It had been all I could do to keep the smile on my face as I said goodnight to everyone. I had no idea how I was going to face them again.

I had so many reasons for being angry at Sal, and as much as I wanted to stay angry with him, I knew I wouldn't. The sexy man's smile along was enough to make me forget everything except him.

Damn it.

I finished putting the food away and then wiped down the table and put the party supplies away. Maybe I could use them sometime in the future. Maybe not. At this point, I didn't know if I would ever plan another surprise anything.

It hadn't worked out so well for me in the past.

Taking the streamers down was easy enough. I just had to grab one end and yank. The balloons were a little harder. There were a lot of them.

My anger still rooted in my gut, I grabbed a safety pin out of my office desk, bent one side back, and then walked around popping balloon after balloon. By the time I made my way around the great room and over toward the dining room, it looked as if there had been a balloon massacre. Multi colored balloon pieces were everywhere.

I giggled, some of my anger fading.

I reached out and poked three more balloons as fast as I could.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

That was actually quite satisfying.

I began to smile as I danced around the living room, popping any balloon I can across. One by one, they all fell prey to my safety pin kung fu!

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The front doors crashed open.

I screamed and spun around, automatically reaching out to slam my hand down on the panic button built into every room. The alarm would silently sound downstairs in security, alerting them to a problem. If a call wasn't made, the police would be alerted, and because my uncle was the police commissioner, they'd come with sirens blaring, all hands ready.

"Sal!" I shouted when I saw my man standing in the broken doorway, his gun drawn. "What the fuck?"

 

* * * *

 

Salvador

I quickly looked my lover over, making sure he was uninjured. He looked okay, but one could never be too sure. More than once, that had not been the case.

I shuddered at renewed memories before turning my attention to the rest of the penthouse I shared with Lany. "Where are they?"

I didn't see anyone except Lany.

"Where are who?" Lany asked, the frown on his face not promising.

"I heard gunfire."

Lany's eyes rolled.

I jumped when he reached over and poked something at a balloon hanging off the wall.

Pop.

Lany's eyes narrowed at me.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Fuck.

He was pissed.

I lowered my gun, taking one more look around before I placed it back in my hip holster. "You were popping balloons?"

Lany just stared at me.

I shrugged, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.

It had sounded like gunfire.

Sort of.

"What's with the balloons, Lany?"

It looked like a balloon massacre.

"Nothing." Lany turned and went back to popping balloons.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Oh yeah, he was pissed.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but it was obvious I had done something wrong. Lany could barely look at me. I was almost afraid to hear what he would say if he tried to talk to me.

Still, I couldn't have my baby mad at me. Lany and I didn't work that way. He was my world and I was his. We only worked when we were a team.

"Caro, amore mio."

I was not above using underhanded means to get my Lany to smile at me. The man had a distinct weakness for Italian love words.

Lany turned and glared.

Again.

I was the commanding officer of one of the most elite SWAT units in the city. I faced armed criminals and psychotic people on a daily basis. I put my life in harm's way so that others could live free.

Lany in a snit scared me more.

I grabbed Lany and drew him into my arms.

Lany fit perfectly against me as he always did. His head tucked into my chest. His slim body pressed to mine. His arms looped around of much of me as he could reach. When I cupped a hand around his pert little bottom, Lany's legs lifted and wrapped around my hips.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Lany sniffled.

Fuck.

"Lany?"

"You didn't come home," Lany mumbled against my chest. "Again."

"You knew I was going to be late."

Lany's head snapped up. "No, I didn't."

"Lany, I told you last week I had to work late tonight. I had to take my six month qualification tests on the shooting range."

Lany blinked up at me for several silent moments before swallowing hard. "That was tonight?"

"Yeah."

Lany's eyes went wide. "Oops."

My eyes narrowed. "Lany, what kind of mess have you gotten into this time?"

 

* * * *

 

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RELEASE DAY: Just Bob

JUST BOB

 

available now!

 

[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]

 

My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.

 

To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.

 

Exciting, right?

 

Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.

 

Ever.

 

That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.

 

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/just-bob
 

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Hot Mess 5

HOT MESS 5

coming soon!

Lany

There came a point where I began to believe life was perfect. I was married to the sexiest Italian ever trained to be a SWAT officer, I had two beautiful little girls, and more friends than I could count. And then my world fell out from beneath my feet and I discovered that evil was alive and well and coming for me. I had two choices. I could hide in my panic room or spit in the devil's face.

I spit in the devil's face.

Salvador

Protecting my family from the evil in the world would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't married to Lany, but I wouldn't change a second of our life together, no matter what came our way. I just wished my gorgeous husband wasn't such a hot mess. When the devil arrived on our doorstep and threatened all I held dear, I did the only thing I could.

I spit in the devil's face.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/hotmess5.htm

 

STORY EXCERPT

Lany

It made sense that it would be drizzling on a day like today. How could the powers that be allow sunshine and bright blue skies when my heart was breaking? Staring down at the polished wooden casket at my feet, I wondered if I would ever enjoy blue skies again.

I knew life was finite, but the last week had proven to me that it could end at any second. One moment you are there, and the next you are simply gone, the victim of a needless car accident.

I glanced across the casket to where my Uncle Jerry stood, his hands folded together in front of him, his eyes pinned on the casket as it was slowly lowered into the ground. How the man wasn't screaming was beyond me. I'd be a blubbering mess on the floor if anything happened to my Sal.

I leaned into the SWAT commander, needing his touch to comfort me. Salvador Delvecchio was my reason for breathing. Without him, nothing worked. Not my job as personal assistant to the police chief—my uncle. Not raising our adopted twin girls, Rosy and Bella. Not even the flame that burned in the center of my soul only for my husband.

I needed Sal to function.

After everything we had been through, the kidnappings, the attacks, the mobsters...this might be the hardest. It sucked that our anniversary was this week. I didn't feel like celebrating. I just wanted to gather my family close to me and hold onto them with every ounce of strength I had.

I sniffled as tears streamed down my cheeks.

A moment later, I felt Sal's hand grab mine.

When I lifted my eyes, Uncle Jerry was staring at me. I sent him a weak, wobbly smile, but it was the best I could muster under the circumstances. Uncle Jerry nodded back, just the barest of movements of his head to acknowledge me.

It wasn't something I felt he had to do, but I was glad he did. I was worried about my uncle. He had just lost his wife of nearly twenty years. If he wasn't broken, then he was close to it.

I was still stunned by the fact that my Aunt Sally was gone. The woman had just always been there. Her and my mother were as thick as thieves, as close as two sister-in-laws could be. The two women were the cornerstones of the Harris family.

What would we do without her?

I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket and swiped at my nose. It had been running practically as long as my tears had. I had been crying for days. Just when I thought I was done, I would remember something Aunt Sally said or did and I would start up all over again.

I was a mess.

"Come on, caro."

Sal's arm felt heavy around my shoulders, but I was glad it was there. The man was practically the only thing keeping my vertical. He led me away from the gravesite and back through the freshly manicured lawn to the long line of limousines waiting to take us to the wake.

When I saw my parents, I pushed away from Sal and rushed over to them. I tried not to run. My mother wouldn't approve. Emotional outbursts in public were not allowed. Behind closed doors, you could scream your head off. Never in public.

Knowing that, I was surprised when my mother reached for me just as I reached her.

"Junior."

"Mom." I breathed deep when I felt my father's hand go to my shoulder, giving me a good squeeze. After hugging my mother longer than probably was appropriate, I leaned back. I sent my father a wobbly smile. "Hey, Dad."

Lancaster Harris II nodded at me. I would have thought him totally detached from the situation if I hadn't seen the red rimming his eyes. "Junior."

"Where are the girls, Junior?" Mother asked.

"Eddie and Lyn are watching them." I wouldn't leave my twin girls with just anyone. "They said they'd stay as long as we needed them. I thought it was better to leave the twins at home."

I adored my adopted twin girls and had since the moment they were laid in my arms almost a year ago. I could still remember how precious each of the three-week old twins had looked. They stole my heart with that one look. They did the same with almost everyone they met.

"Yes, quite right." Cynthia Harris drew in a strong breath. She was a formable woman and it rattled me a little bit to see her shaken. "A funeral is no place for those beautiful little angels."

Despite the somberness of our situation, I found myself smiling. Rosy and Bella had stolen my mother's heart the second she saw them. She had all but given up ever being a grandmother, instead, devoting herself to my father and me and all her little causes. Learning that she had not one but two granddaughters had put me and Sal in her good graces for months.

My father tried to pretend he was merely amused by his wife's total devotion to Rosy and Bella, but I had caught him sneaking into their room to watch them sleep on more than one occasion. More times than not, a new stuffed animal for the girls was clutched in his hand.

It was a secret kept between just us.

"We'll see you at your uncle's house?" my mother asked.

"We'll be there Cynthia," Sal said.

Cynthia's lips spread into a smile that didn't reach her eyes, but I didn't think it was Sal. Her eyes were too filled with sadness. She clasped Sal's hand between two of hers. "Thank you, Salvador. You've been a godsend through all of this."

I noticed a slight flush to Sal's cheeks before he glanced away. "This is my family."

I wanted to hug the man again, but took his hand instead. As much as I wanted to shout to the world that Sal belonged to me, waving my rainbow flag at a funeral was wrong, even I knew that. I needed to be thinking about my aunt today, a woman who accepted me and all my quirks and threw Sal and I the biggest engagement party of the season.

God, I was going to miss her.

ADULT EXCERPT

I was the team leader of SWAT Team One. I was a Lieutenant on that team. That made me a fairly intelligent man, and yet, I had never been able to figure out how Lany stayed single before I rescued him from a beat down in the bathroom of a bar.

Anyone with an ounce of intelligence would have grabbed him up long before I came on the scene. I would be forever grateful that it had never happened.

"Are you worried about court?"

My surprise had me turning to look at Lany. "No, why should I be? It was a domestic disturbance call. We were called to do an insertion. We rescued the hostages and secured the suspect. Everyone came out of it alive. End of story."

Lany was so cute when he frowned. "Then why are you having to testify?"

I shrugged, because I didn't know. "Non ne ho idea."

"Well, I don't like it."

I went back to making sure my suit looked right in the mirror. "I don't either, caro, but a subpoena is a subpoena. If I don't show up to testify, the judge can have me arrested."

When Lany shuddered, I stopped messing with my suit and drew the man into my arms. "I'm not getting arrested, caro. I promise."

Lany had one eyebrow raised as he tilted his head back. "Our anniversary is this week. I don't believe you."

I chuckled because I knew he was right. For some reason, every year when we tried to celebrate our anniversary, something happened to mess it up. An undercover assignment that went haywire. An insane father bent on stealing my brother's millions and willing to kill to do it. A mobster fiasco of epic proportions.

The list was never ending.

This year had been by far the worst. I had no idea how Jerry was handling it. After the wake, the man had taken some personal leave, which he no doubt needed. I had no idea what I would do if anything happened to my Lany.

I loved my twin girls, adored them. I loved my brother and my nephew. I respected the men I worked with. Loved my job, what I did on a day to day basis. I even felt something kind of like affection for Lany's parents now that I had truly gotten to know them.

But Lany, he was my reason for breathing. Without him, nothing in my world worked. The man had stolen my heart the moment our eyes met in that seedy bathroom four years ago, and I willingly let him keep it.

I wrapped my hand around Lany's neck and pulled him closer. I covered his mouth with all of the desire I felt for the man. Much to my utter delight, Lany moaned and pushed into the kiss, his tongue coming out to brush against mine. Lany's lips were soft and warm, sending spirals of ecstasy through me.

My breath caught in my throat as Lany pulled away and dropped to his knees at my feet. My cock became so hard as I watched him looking up at me, I thought it might rip right through my slacks.

I had to have him.

Without taking his eyes off the visual feast at my feet, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed my boxers down until my cock popped free. "Voglio sentire le tue labbra su di me, caro."

Lany's eyebrow arched and a slow sensual grin lifted the corners of his lips. "I would be more than happy to wrap my lips around your cock."

Not exactly what I said, but close enough.

I looked down into Lany's beautiful amber-green eyes as he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the head of my cock. Lany groaned then tightened his lips, his body jerking a little, but he didn't take his gaze away from mine.

"Damn, caro, your mouth is like hot silk."

Lany licked up one side of my cock and back down the other. He swirled his tongue around the helmet, licking at the clear liquid as he reached between my legs and gently massaged my balls.

Lany leaned a little closer, taking my cock further into his mouth, his tongue flattening against my length. I cried out when the pressure became too much, my entire body shuddering as I spilled inside of Lany's mouth. Lany swallowed down every last drop

Once I stopped shuddering, I reached down and picked Lany. I was so glad the bed was only a few steps away. I dropped Lany onto the mattress and yanked his pajama bottoms down before settling myself between his legs.

I wrapped my hand around Lany's cock and licked the tip, pressing my tongue into the small slit on the top before swirling it around the mushroomed head. Lany's body went stiff for a moment, his thigh muscles going rock hard, then he trembled almost uncontrollably.

Lany shouted out my name and bucked beneath me. Hot spunk filled my mouth. I swallowed it down and kept licking and sucking until Lany giggled and tried to squirm away from me.

"Too sensitive."

I chuckled. It was a low, mean, yet satisfied sound. I loved watching Lany come apart in my arms. Knowing I had brought my love pleasure was better than any orgasm I had ever experienced.

"So, lunch then?"

I chuckled. "Lunch."

Maybe we could get Lyn or Clarke to watch the twins for a few minutes while we snuck off to the broom closet.

I could fantasize anyway.

 

COVER CHANGE: Inheriting You

I changed the cover for "Inheriting You" to one that I felt represented the storyline a little more.

Story coming June 8th

 

http://www.stormyglenn.com/inheritingyou.htm

 

 

 

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Just Bob

JUST BOB

 

coming May 25th

 

[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]

 

My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.

 

To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.

 

Exciting, right?

 

Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.

 

Ever.

 

That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.

 

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/just-bob
 

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Inheriting You

INHERITING YOU

 

coming June 8th

 

[Erotic, Mpreg, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]

 

Ivo Koubek has no idea how much one meeting will change the entire course of his life. Finding out that his kindly neighbor has left him a fortune is astounding. Fulfilling the man's last request to be returned to the land of his birth seems easy enough. Little does Ivo know how much that one trip will change his life.

 

Vitki is the Dýka, the dagger that seeks vengeance, the right hand of the king. Given an order to protect Ivo with his life, Vitki knows he has a fight ahead of him. Someone wants to keep Ivo from claiming his rightful place in the Vítkovský Klan and they're willing to kill in order to prevent it. It's up to Vitki to make sure Ivo can claim his inheritance, or die trying.

 

http://www.stormyglenn.com/inheritingyou.htm

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Just Bob

JUST BOB

 

coming May 25th

 

[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]

 

My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.

 

To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.

 

Exciting, right?

 

Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.

 

Ever.

 

That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.

 

http://www.stormyglenn.com/justbob.htm