Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

thing you've got to learn. If you're involved with the director, everyone and everything else can wait."
    "Yes, sir."
    "That's the spirit, my handsome. Now, let me suck that big, beautiful cock of yours so I can get on with what you really want. After all, you want to taste my jizz as your reward once I've pounded you good and hard, don't you?"
    He closed his eyes when Kyle brought his lips to Rory's cock to kiss it. Seconds later, Rory was indeed in heaven when his man began to suck on him proper, sending shivers of delight through him. But Rory didn't need to dream. He had his heaven right here on earth and it all started on an alien planet filled with robotic bugs and dog-faced aliens. Funny how life could be changed because of one happy accident like a space helmet prop landing on his head while an adorable twink was airing his cock waiting for it to be sucked.
    Funny indeed.
    THE END
    I am Mark Alders, writer, intactivist, chocolate lover. All you need to know about me and more is right here .
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MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT
    by Embry Carlysle

    In the world of humans, with its rules and prejudices it was impossible for them to be with each other. Only in their lion forms, when no one knew them, could they be together. And so, every night, as the sun began to set, they met silently in their secret spot. The lie together, side-by-side, hearts beating together in sync with each other until the dawn appeared and they had to part once again.
    ~ Cheri

    genre: paranormal romance
    tags: shape-shifters; gypsies; historical; magic; HIF (happy in future)
    content warnings: proceed with caution; heavy on the romance
    word count: 9,893
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    MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT
    by Embry Carlysle
    CHAPTER 1
    Nicolai
    Some days I feel like it is not worth the time or effort to bother getting out of bed, and even less necessary to make the bed, because all I want to do is crawl back in. Today was one of those days. From the time I woke up until just about ten minutes ago, it has been one disaster after another. As I watch the sun begin to make its descent over the horizon I wonder again what I did so wrong to deserve the fate that is thrust upon me. I am sitting by my favorite lake, watching the purple and pink of the sun's last rays reflecting off the crystal clear water, pondering this very subject as I wait for my lover to appear. This place is ours– where we come to be alone, where I always feel at peace, that is, until today.
    My name is Nicolai Enescu and I am twenty-one years old, or will be at one minute past midnight. It is a birthday I have so looked forward to, but as the time draws nearer now I only dread it. My stomach is in knots and my head feels on the verge of exploding. The news I have to share with my lover is not good; but I am not going to be a coward any longer. I have known since my childhood this day would come eventually. I had only hoped it would not have come so soon, I feel I am much too young for the daunting task that awaits me.
    I am hoping Thomas, the man I wait for, will know how to help me. That is, if he will still be speaking to me after I tell him the news.
    My heart begins beating so fast in my chest as I see him across the meadow walking towards me. His strong muscular body and six and a half foot height never fail to take my breath away. He makes me feel so protected when I am in his arms. At five foot eleven, one hundred and sixty pounds, I am hardly a small man, but compared to him I feel slight and it is not an unwelcome feeling at all. In fact, I love that he makes me feel this way.
    Thomas Bauer is an absolutely gorgeous man who quite literally took my breath away the first time I saw him. I never understood how the women of our group, when they read novels with romance in them, could think someone could steal their very breath until I experienced it myself. It is still amazing to me how quickly he became a part of our world, as if he had known us all forever, and even stranger was how all the men in our camp look up to him; as if he had put a spell on them all. I sometimes wonder if he did. It makes me proud to see the way they all ask for his advice even though he has only been with us for less than a year. Even the Queen seems enamored of him.
    I cannot stop the smile that stretches across my face when he finally is within my reach. I quickly stand, letting him take me into his strong arms and for a few moments I can pretend that all will be okay with us, even though I know