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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Getting ready for 2012

Greetings Loved Ones!

Getting ready for 2012, so I thought I'd leave you with a few of my favorite inspiration pics of 2011 and wish everyone a Happy New Year! I hope you enjoy these gorgeous men as much as I do!

 I hope you've enjoyed this inspirational walk down memory lane. I'm sure there will be many more beautiful hot gorgeous men in 2012.

Wishing you Love and Butterflies AND a HAPPY NEW YEAR,
Sui Lynn~~

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Nico's Fire - Elements of Love 2

Greetings Loved Ones,

I just wanted to take a moment to let all of you know who are waiting with baited breath, that I've finished book 2 of the Elements of Love series. Nico's Fire is completed and I am expecting it to release in May of 2012, with Silver Publishing.
Nico's Fire has been a trial to write, but I've enjoyed every minute of it. I think you will too.  I'll update you again as we get closer to it's release. Until then...

Wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Sui Lynn~~

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Silver Flash - Hand of Death 3

Greetings Loved Ones!
It's time for another weekly Silver Flash! This week, I'm continuing my vampire/angel story, Hand of Death. I really think I'm going to like Aaron and Bastien. The whole naughty/nice innocent/corrupt vibe is such a wicked pleasure I can't give it up. I hope you enjoy it too.

Hand of Death 3

“I understand now. You don’t know the laws of the Choir of angels.” Sebastian goes on as if he hasn’t heard me, but he places his feet on the pegs anyway. I sit in front of him and start the engine, drowning out any further conversation. I don’t care about the laws of the Choir. Sebastian’s a victim and any ruling body that can’t acknowledge the victimization of one of their own who’s been browbeaten into submission and forced to perform acts against his will—well, they don’t merit my allegiance. I’m the Hand of Death. I decide when death is deserved, and this is not one of those times.

His hands wrap around me; he clutches me tightly as we begin our ride. Despite the fact that I’ve secured lodgings in an older but clean motel nearby, and the ride takes little or no time, Sebastian falls asleep on the back of the bike. With one hand I hold his clasped hands together upon my chest. I feel his head loll slightly, back and forth, against my back, between my shoulder blades. I have to work to keep the ride smooth, and prevent my charge from taking a nasty fall.
Despite myself, I consider that maybe I’m making a mistake here by not killing him. He obviously thinks he should die. Who am I to second guess a ruling body of his peers? I pull into the parking lot of the motel and park the bike, carefully grabbing hold of the man as the bike settles onto the kickstand. I get off and draw Sebastian more securely into my arms. No, I’m not making a mistake. Victims don’t deserve to die, regardless of how they see themselves.
I carry him to the door. Holding him clutched in one arm, I swipe the keycard in the door with the other, giving the door a push when the light turns green. It strikes me again how little he weighs. How good he smells. How completely he fits in my arms, and yet he’s an angel; perfection’s what they strive for. In the physical form, there can be a no more flawless a specimen on the face of the earth. His hair a deep brown, lush with sunkissed blond ends. His eyes are closed as if in prayer, but when open—they’re a beautiful soft moss green. He’s small; five foot five or six at the most. Yet his body shows what once was strong lean muscle, and will be again, if I have anything to say about it.
I lay him on one of the beds and close the door behind me, latching it before I return to sit by him. I pick up one of his hands and carefully examined the silver manacles on each of his wrists. They have to come off. They’re inscribed with magic symbols, and will eventually draw others to us. Being silver, I can’t touch them directly, but with my leather riding gloves on, there’s no hazard.
Sebastian’s skin is raw beneath the cuffs. They were designed to be uncomfortable, as well as to keep their charge under control. I go to my bags and draw out a camera, snapping pictures of the inscriptions on the shackles as well as Sebastian’s state: undernourished, dirty, and unconscious. There’s no doubt he was their prisoner.
Having taken pictures for the record, I pull the bolt cutters from among my tools, and cut them from Sebastian’s wrists as carefully as I can. I don’t want to harm him further, but they clearly have to go. The symbols flash in the silver, sparking under the blade of the bolt cutters, as the final snip breaks the ring and they disintegrate into silver dust. Holding my breath, I gather the dust, sealing it in a ziplock bag before disposing of it in the trash can outside the room. The magic dissipated and the silver disposed of, we should be safe for a little while.
Still Sebastian sleeps. I cover him with a blanket and pickup my cell phone. I don’t want to disrupt his rest, so I step outside the room to call my superiors. If an error’s been made, they need to know about it and dispatch a rescue team to deal with Sebastian, and begin his recovery.
“Madeline, sweetheart, how’s it hanging?” I greeted Maddie. The succubus who runs our dispatch department.
“Snake, you viper. Another job done. That was quick, but I suppose one wizard’s hardly a challenge for the likes of you.”
“About that, Maddie, I need to talk to Sanders. Something’s seriously wrong with this one. The intel was completely wrong. The mark’s one of the fallen. An innocent.”
“I’m sorry, dollface, Sander’s isn’t here. The council’s in session and has been for two days. Nobody in or out until they’re finished. It’ll be another week and a half before the doors are opened.”
“Well, how’d I get this assignment then, Maddie? Nobody’s supposed to be dispatched on a kill while the council sits.” It’s all I can do to keep from snarling at her. I know it’s not her fault, but this is completely outside of regular protocol.
“I don’t know what to tell you, hon. Sanders gave me orders to dispatch you just before he entered chambers. I can’t do anything further until they come back out.”
“What do you mean, nothing further?”
“I can’t send you any backup, no cleanup crews, no recon, no rescue teams… I got nothing until those chamber doors reopen. Honey, you’re on your own. So take care of yourself and keep your head down. If you think this angel’s been wrongly accused, then baby, you have to keep him alive.”
“Son of a bitch!”
More Silver Flashers
Lindsay Klug   (m/f)
Lily Sawyer     (m/m)
AJ Jarrett    (m/m)      FLASH VIRGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Julie Lynn Hayes    (m/m)

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Rudy's Red Nose - Silver's Dreaming of a White Christmas

Greetings Loved Ones!

Rudy's Red Nose, my short story which is part of Silver's Dreaming of a White Christmas release for December is releasing today! I'm so excited! I hope you all enjoy it!

Wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Sui Lynn~~

Austrian exchange student Rudolph Stroh is spending his first Christmas abroad inMissoulaMontana, where he's attending graduate school at Montana State University. With his family thousands of miles away, homesickness and loneliness are Rudy's only holiday companions.

Benjamin Tinge is a nineteen year old college dropout. A family tragedy left him and his little brother, Tommy, homeless and living in a tent in the park, struggling just to stay warm. Keeping Tommy alive as a blizzard rolls in is all Benji wants for Christmas.

When Rudy discovers the brothers huddled in their tent behind a holiday display, he offers to help. Benji is wary, afraid to trust. Can the two mend each other's hearts as Christmas Eve draws near?

"I know, Mama, I wish I could come home, too..."

"We miss you so much. Did you get the Christmas package I sent? I never know what will arrive without being broken."

"Yes, I got your care package and the cookies arrived--intact for the most part. Danke."

"Oh good. I wish I could have sent more, but well... with your father's health failing..."

"How's Papa?"

"Growly as ever, I guess he's feeling better, he's back complaining as usual. Doctors say shouldn't work so hard, but you know him." Emily Stroh chuckled, her voice getting a bit wistful. "That old mule won't stop until he finally drops. He's out in the barn with your brother working on some fool project."

"Tell him to slow down. I want him to still be around when I'm able to come home and visit. That stubborn ol' man will..."

"Rudolph Stroh, I won't have you talking like that about you father. Just because you're in American doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."

"Sorry, Mama. I wasn't being disrespectful. Just..."

"I know you're worried. We are too. We miss you and love you so much!" Emily paused, Rudy heard a stifled sob. "You work hard and get good grades. We are so proud of you."

"I love you too. Say hi to Victor for me. I sure wish he was here, but with papa sick, I'm glad he's with you."

"Victor misses you too. We'll all be so glad to see you when you come home to visit. Work hard, auf wiedersehen."

"Okay, auf wiedersehen." Rudy Stroh sighed dejectedly. He always missed his family. Talking to them on the phone and receiving their care packages in the mail just didn't stave off the homesickness when the holidays rolled around. Rudy sat in his apartment in Missoula, Montana, moping around, nursing his loneliness. He was an adult, twenty-two years old, for god's sakes; shouldn't he be beyond the age of homesickness? Rudy ran a hand through his blond hair. It was early afternoon, just enough time to get over to the coffee shop for a sandwich and then a walk through the park as the decorations were lit. He needed to catch the bus to make it before the shop closed, but he could take his time walking home.

His friends had all abandoned him for the holidays. Not that he could blame them--he wanted to go home too. He'd also lost his roommate. Danny had completed his program and returned home... permanently. At least having Danny's things around during previous holidays had helped to stave off the loneliness with the appearance of others being around. Now Rudy had no such illusions. He was utterly alone.

Unfortunately, as a foreign exchange student, his options were limited. It was expensive to travel back and forth from the US to Austria. He'd expected to be on his own from time to time, but the Christmas semester break was three weeks long, not including the two weeks of finals he didn't have to take because he'd maintained a 4.0 GPA. He had five weeks of being alone ahead of him, during the most love-filled time of the year, and he didn't relish the thought.

Rudy shrugged on his heavy, navy blue, down-filled winter coat, slid his hands into his knit mittens, and wrapped a matching scarf about his head, then headed out the door. He'd found the quaint coffee and sandwich shop in the neighborhood where his apartment was located shortly after his arrival. During the semester, he'd spent many hours studying there while imbibing cup after cup of coffee. The Daily Grind catered to university students, being close enough to the campus for them to be able to run in and grab a quick coffee to go first thing in the morning and still make classes.

Rudy rushed to the corner and climbed into the bus. He showed the driver his student pass then took a seat. He hated being so homesick. This wouldn't be happening if his brother hadn't been such an idiot. Victor had let his grades slip the last semester. He was supposed to be in the US attending classes too. But with his grades not making the cut, he hadn't been allowed to become an exchange student. Rudy was on his own with an apartment leased for two. Now, with too much time on his hands and five weeks left 'til the new semester began, he was reduced to sullenness and self-pity.

The bus pulled to a stop. Rudy got off, heading down the street to The Daily Grind. He'd found himself spending more time downtown at the coffee shop, trying to stave off his loneliness by surrounding himself with people, watching as they went about their holiday preparations.

He took a seat in one of the booths beside the windows, watching the passersby scurry about, laden with packages. From his vantage point, he could vicariously enjoy the hustle and bustle of the families--the smiles on the faces of the children, so full of excitement and hope in eager anticipation of the big day, and the knowing glances of parents who understood and thrilled to their joy. He missed it all so very much. His chest tightened with thoughts of his mother doing her Christmas baking, and oh, the wonderful aromas that must be filling the house even now. He sighed, glancing up to find a waiter standing beside his table.