Chasing Victory is now available at Torquere Press! You can get it in both ebook and print formats, and it's steadily climbing the new releases bestseller list. I've gotten GREAT reviews on it so far, so if you like fast cars and the pretty boys who drive them, go check this one out!

CHASING VICTORY AVAILABLE HERE

So, apparently I'm a bit behind on MySpace! Life has been busier than I'd like. So here we go, my new(ish) releases with Torquere Press:

Embers, the sequel to my best-selling novel Tinder. Tinder and Embers are both available together in print HERE.

Keeping Karma, the story of Alexander Myers and his amazing ability to hear the thoughts of animals. When he meets Dylan, an animal control officer, keeping his secret becomes more important than ever. Keeping Karma is also available in print.

Chrome, a neat little anthology of stories that are all centered around an orange Fiat and the lucky boys who get to own it.

I think there are a couple other things here and there, so feel free to visit my site at www.torytemple.com and see what you've missed. :)

One new and one semi-new release over at Torquere Press this month!

The new: Winged

Rory wakes up one morning with some very new and strange body parts. He has wings, and he and his lover Tad learn that wings are a very good thing indeed. They experiment a little with the new appendages, and wonder if they’ll stay around, and if they do? What are the lovers going to do?

The semi-new: Still Waters

Lifeguard and rock and roll drummer Cody Carruthers loves his job. Most of the time. When the tourists are thick on the beach, he’s not so happy. During a rescue of just such a tourist, Cody sees something he just can’t believe, something that will eventually change his life forever.

Tristan is a merman, curious about life above the water, wanting to see and do as much as he can in the short time he has to do it. He and Cody strike up a summer romance that would be the perfect fit, if it wasn’t for the merman thing...can these two manage to find common ground, or common waves?

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Both short, both good, both cheap. Go see!

Hey everybody, Happy Holidays! It's been a while, and I have two new releases out at Torquere Press that I hope you'll check out!

First, meet Teagan and Cash, two very headstrong, stubborn rodeo riders who
need to find some common ground other than the dirt of the rodeo ring.
Can they do it before their tempers turn their rodeo season into a
disaster?

Watch the trailer for Tabula Rasa at my site!
http://ragingpixie.bitchenvy.com/stems

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They were both pissy as they left the ring. Teagan told himself to
keep his fool mouth shut and not say a word, but when Cash
deliberately let Delilah get too close to Tagalong and they nipped at
each other, Teagan flipped him off. "Fuck you. Keep her off him." Tag
was always dancy and restless after a go-round.

"Piss off," Cash snapped back, turning Delilah toward the row of
portable stalls where she and Tag had been sleeping.

"Great ride," Teagan called, injecting as much sarcasm as he could
muster. "Really, a stellar job."

Cash remained silent as he dismounted and reached for Delilah's
blanket. He said nothing as he prepared her for bed, rubbing her down
and making sure she had feed and water. Teagan watched Cash while
pretending not to as he got Tag cooled down too.

When the horses were tucked in and nuzzling each other over the
aluminum of the cheap stalls, Teagan let his anger dissipate. There
was no use in arguing; they still had their short round to ride and he
knew damn well they could make up the time. They might still walk away
from Cheyenne with a few thousand in their pocket.

He pulled the stall door shut and turned to see if Cash was finished,
prepared to ask the other man if Cash would accept a beer as an
apology. Teagan had barely gotten himself turned all the way around
before he was slammed back against the aluminum, his surprise catching
him off guard.

"Don't you ever scold me," Cash hissed, his voice low and eyes
sparking. He had two hands on Teagan's shoulders, holding him where he
was. "You're not my goddamn momma."

Teagan's anger flared back up, full and bright. "Then don't ride like
shit," he glared. "And train your fuckin' horse to do what she's
told." It was a cheap shot; Teagan knew that Delilah was one of the
best-trained horses he'd ever ridden with. It wasn't Delilah he was
pissed at.

Cash slammed Teagan's shoulders back into the stall one more time
before letting go and stepping away. "Fuck you, Rafferty. Ain't no
reason I gotta ride with you if this is the thanks I get." Cash
hunched his shoulders and made a quick, discreet movement with his
hand at his fly.

Teagan's gaze flicked down to where Cash had adjusted himself and
blinked in surprise. The man had an obvious erection that he was
trying to hide, but there really was no covering the bulge in his
tight denim.

It matched Teagan's own, as a matter of fact. Teagan's cock had sprung
to life as soon as Cash had pushed him into the stall and put his
hands on Teagan's body. Christ, was there going to be a whole season
of this? Teagan was turned on even when he was pissed at the guy. Or
maybe because he was pissed at the guy. It didn't matter.

Teagan watched as Cash's eyes did the same thing that Teagan's had
done. Cash dropped a glance to Teagan's crotch and then back up again.
Their gazes met and held, and then there was a sort of quiet hum in
the air. Teagan had heard that sound once before when standing under
power lines; the electricity in the wires had made the same low sound.

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Boy oh boy, these two are trouble. Tabula Rasa is available from Torquere Press!
BUY HERE, in ebook or paperback format:
http://www.torquerebooks.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=702

Next up is Chris and Morgan. Mmmm, firemen. Blond firemen who find themselves attracted to the wrong type of guy. Trouble and sparks all around.

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Chris slouched down even lower, feeling his neck come into contact
with the back of his chair and trying to sneak a look at his watch.
This sucked. It was bad enough he had to work on the first sunny day
that spring had given him, but to be stuck in a classroom was even
worse. He'd much rather be out on the new motorcycle he'd bought
himself two months ago.

Shuffling of books and papers alerted him to the fact that the lecture
had come to an end, and he quickly began to gather his supplies
together to make a hasty exit. Maybe he'd go out to the small
basketball court for a while and shoot some balls in the sun.

"Matthews," came the stony voice, "stay for a moment, please."

Great. Maybe not.

Chris sighed and looked up to see Daniels perching on the edge of his
desk, arms folded across his chest and an impenetrable expression. The
rest of his crew gave him sympathetic looks as they filed out of the
small station classroom.

He stayed where he was and waited. Daniels didn't move from the edge
of the desk as he said, "This class isn't a joke, you know."

Chris blinked. "I know that, sir."

"You don't act like it. How long've you been with the department?"

Chris resisted the impulse to ask him the same question, knowing damn
well the man wasn't even with the fire department at all. "Two years.
Sir," he added, despite the bitter taste it left in his mouth.

"You have a full career ahead of you, Matthews. You want to screw that
all up because some girl decides to call harassment on you? I suggest
you listen well while you're here." He seemed to be finished after
that, looking down to clear some paperwork off the desk.

"Why are you such an asshole?" Chris blurted out before he could stop
himself, and then cursed internally. All he needed was for Daniels to
report him to Rich, Chris' captain, and he'd get written up.

But Daniels just arched a brow and said calmly, "I hate firemen. Any
other questions?"

Chris blinked. "No."

"Good. See you next week, and don't forget your paper on sexual
harassment statistics." Daniels gathered his briefcase and stood.

"Uh, I didn't hear you assign that homework to us," Chris said, still
sitting in his chair.

"I didn't. Just to you. See you Monday." And then he left, leaving the
classroom door standing open behind him.

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Eventually they do find something to like about each other. Trust me. :D

Tinder is available now in ebook format from Torquere Press!
BUY HERE: http://www.torquerebooks.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=643

Thanks for reading!

Tory

Eeeeee yay, new book!

Torquere Press put out an anthology of four stories under the title To Serve and Protect. There are stories by Chris Owen, CB Potts, Alexa Snow, and me!!

Y'all missed Chance and Tucker, I know you did. ;;)





They sat under the shower spray for a long time, long enough to lose the hot water. When Tucker's skin turned cool and they both started to shiver, Chance got them both up off the floor and into warm towels. Tucker dried off without a word, though most of the previous anger he held seemed to have dissipated. Chance watched him out of the corner of his eye as they both dressed in clean clothes, and when Tucker sat down with a heavy sigh on the bed, Chance joined him there.

"Can you tell me?" Chance asked quietly, lifting a hand to brush Tucker's wet hair from his forehead.

Tucker eyed him. "You gonna give me a lecture?"

"No," Chance said.

"Really?"

"… maybe," Chance admitted, and Tucker snorted. "I'll try not to."

Tucker sighed in defeat. "You're gonna find out anyway," he muttered. "Got suspended for a shift."

Chance blinked. Shift suspension was uncommon; it usually only happened if the firefighter in question had done something fairly serious. "Okay," he said carefully, his mind already running through any one of a number of scenarios.
    
"So we go on this call for some guy who's dehydrated, right? He just started some fuckin' exercise program, and since he weighed almost three hundred pounds, looks like he needed it." Tucker shook his head. "We get to the house and the guy's wife says the doctor didn't tell him he needed to drink more water if he was gonna sweat so much."

Chance rolled his eyes. He had no doubt Tucker was telling the truth. Chance had been on his own share of medical calls that were caused by general ignorance or stupidity. "All right, so?"

"So Chris was off yesterday, and I had an overtime medic with me. Chuck Moore, you know him?"

Chance nodded. Chuck was a tall, African-American fireman that he'd worked with before. Good guy and a good medic. "Yeah. Chuck."

"Chuck kneels down next to him to start some saline in his IV. I'm standin' up, talkin' to Rich about whether or not we should just load him up and take the guy in, when the guy has a goddamn tirade about Chuck stickin' him with a needle. I think maybe he's got a needle phobia or whatever, but no."

Tucker stopped and Chance could see the anger start to creep back in. "And?" he prompted, now having no idea where this was going.

"And so the guy's a fuckin' bigot, Chance. Used the 'N' word and everything. He didn't want Chuck to touch him." Tucker shook his head and stared at the carpet in front of him. "Didn't even phase Chuck at all, but you know what I thought?"

Chance watched him. "Tell me," he said softly, knowing this was more than what it seemed like.

"I thought, 'if this asshole don't like black people, then he prolly don't like fags either.' And what would the fucker say if he knew that I sucked cock? Huh? Would he let me touch him? 'Cause he sure wasn't havin' none of Chuck, I'll tell you that. Set up a huge fuss until I finally just grabbed the saline from the box and stuck the asshole myself."

"Uh huh," Chance said, trying to follow him. "And then?"

"Wasn't saline," Tucker muttered. "Was morphine. I grabbed a thing of morphine by accident 'cause I was thinkin' about what this guy would do if he knew I took it up the ass."

Chance opened his mouth to say something and then snapped it shut, trying to process. Giving the wrong drug to a patient was a potentially fatal mistake. Not so in this case, fortunately, since the small vials of morphine that were kept in the drug boxes were only big enough to dull a patient's pain, not substantially reduce it. But it explained why Tucker had been sent home and was suspended for his next shift. "Christ, Tucker," Chance finally said.

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There is DRAMA and SEX and it's all good, people. All good. Plus, it's also available in print omg. Go give it a look. You won't be disappointed, honest.

TO SERVE AND PROTECT

TwoLips Reviews has given me a GREAT review for The Sound of Cicadas! Check it out HERE.

The Sound of Cicadas is available here at Torquere Press.

HEY Y'ALL GUESS WHAT. :D :D :D

New stuff from me at Torquere! And you'll like this...... IT'S CHEAP. I swear. Less than two American dollars for ten thousand words of boylovin'. Go see!!

The Sound of Cicadas

Oh, you want a little sample? Okay, here.


It seemed like the natural place for a kiss, so one or both of them reached out for it. It could have been awkward, but wasn't. It was just a kiss. The meeting of two mouths that remembered how the other one felt, what the other one liked, how their tongues tasted when mixed together this way, and Jack was eighteen again and hard inside his slacks.

It was only their mouths at first. No roaming hands, no wandering touches, no crotches pressed tightly together in an effort to find relief. Just mouths and tongues that licked and nibbled and it was okay that way. Jack tasted him and remembered everything all at the same time; the way that Kenny's top lip curved and sloped and the way his tongue was always the softest thing Jack had ever felt. Jack remembered and savored it and kissed him.

The space separating them grew smaller and smaller until their chests were brushing against each other and their hands rested on each other's waist. Even then, a slight tightening of fingers was the only indication of want that they allowed themselves. Jack knew they weren't fooling each other at all; otherwise they never would have been here. Things weren't going to end with them standing up and making out in the hall. It would have been ridiculous to assume so. Ten years was gone in one meeting of mouths; it would be absurd to pretend they didn't know what the other wanted.

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Eeeeeee yay! Go get!