Cold, cold, go away…

…LITTLE AVA WANTS TO WRITE. Woke up with a bad cold on Thursday. Been working on a new, novella-length menage. Need to get through Chapter Three tonight. Brain fried. Nose feels like someone’s been working it over with steel wool. Hard to write romance when you want to die. Anyway. Under Their Protection. A MMF/MFM menage, in progress. Fleeing from a life of show business success and personal, familial anguish, dance pop star Amy Bell returns to her childhood home the same way she left it: in the dead of night. She doesn’t know why she’s there, or what she’s going to do–only that she’s chasing the ghost of her past, and the feeling of safety she once knew in the arms of the boy she was forced to leave behind. Blaine Redding is back in town from the Middle East, now a hardened Marine with a bullet in his side and a lover, Reid Johnson. When he discovers Amy, the only girl he’s ever loved, has returned, old feelings of resentment and betrayal begin to surface again. But they were best friends once upon a time, and a bond like that can’t be easily broken. Reluctant to admit his feelings for Blaine, Reid Johnson is startled by the jealousy he feels towards Amy–and the attraction. But he’s seen broken men and women before, and Amy fits the bill to a T. Meanwhile Blaine is so blinded by the past that he can’t see what’s in front of him: a chance at a new life with Reid… and Amy, if he can convince her to come along for the ride. But danger stalks them. Amy didn’t leave only fame and fortune behind in LA, and the dark woods of Montana won’t hide them from the world forever… EXCERPT:
 “Seriously, though, what happened? Why are you so cold to her?” Reid asked. The mattress dipped as Reid slid under the covers next to him, and Blaine let himself roll into Reid’s cradling body. The other man’s chest pressed against his back as their legs tangled, warm and welcoming in the cool air. It was already four or five in the morning, and Blaine was tired. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell Reid that. He turned over and peered at Reid’s face in the gloom. “I don’t know why I’m still so angry,” he said truthfully. “It’s kind of stupid.” “Yeah?” Reid began to stroke his arm with a long-fingered hand. His skin was warm and smooth, and Blaine just wanted to let him take over. “What kind of stupid?” “She left,” Blaine said simply. Reid stopped stroking his arm. “And?” Blaine shrugged. “She didn’t burn your house down or shove your grandma down the stairs or something before she left, did she?” “She didn’t do anything,” Blaine said. “One day she was here in town, and then… she was gone. She didn’t call. Didn’t write. Didn’t email. Nothing.” “And you were madly in love with her, right?” “I was,” Blaine said. “And I’d told her. And she said she loved me, too.” “You guys ever sleep together?” God, he wished. Blaine shook his head. “We were only kids.” “Yeah?” Reid’s hand wandered up his arm, then spread out, over his chest. Crooking his fingers, Reid ran his fingernails over Blaine’s nipples, catching one. Blaine hissed, his hips twitching. His cock stirred. “So this girl was your best friend, and then you two declare your love, and the next day she’s gone?” Reid’s knowing hand slid down, down, over Blaine’s abs. He traced the hills and valleys there, dancing dangerously near the waistband of his boxers, and Blaine felt his heart pick up the pace. He stared at Reid’s lips in the moonlight, full and ready for kissing, biting, taking. He had to force himself to concentrate on what they were talking about. “It took a little longer than that,” he said at last, “but that was kind of it.” “Her family just moved?” “It was just her and her dad. Her mom died when she was younger.” “Hmm,” Reid said, and the palm of his hand slid over Blaine’s hip before he reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing a handful and pushing their pelvises together. The sensation of Reid’s dick against his own sent blood rushing from his brain to his balls. “And you don’t think her dad might have had something to do with things? Did he like you?” Blaine bit his lip as Reid’s fingers probed the crack of his ass. “No he didn’t, but—” Reid gave his ass a smack, and Blaine gasped, his hips bucking against Reid’s. “You’re right. That is stupid, and you are a dumb motherfucker,” Reid said gently. “You’re both in your twenties now. Let it go, high school was a long time ago.” He cast a sardonic glance around him. “Though you wouldn’t know it from your room.” “My mom wanted to keep it just the way it was,” Blaine snapped. “It was her good luck charm so I’d come home in one piece. Fat lot of good that did,” he added. He could feel Reid’s dark brown eyes on him. He knew he got particularly melancholy in the early hours of the morning, but he couldn’t help it. In the dark, lonely hours, he remembered what it felt like to lay dying, in the cold, in the night— The smooth pad of Reid’s thumb on the spot between his eyebrows startled him out of the old, familiar train of thought. “Don’t frown,” Reid said. “You’ll get all wrinkly.” Then he kissed him.
Coming soon! As soon as I knock this cold out…