Cupcake Kissin’ 5 – Alex Ankarr

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Cupcake Kissin’ 5 – Alex Ankarr

At the front of the room he’s caught up again, this time by the lawyers. And he holds out a hand dutifully, expecting a handshake, and a notification of when and where he can come by and pick up the excruciatingly awful vase or whatever it might be, that Aunt Gert has sicced on him.

He gets the shake, all right. And for a grey old suave lawyer dude, Mayhewlinson’s grip is something impressive. But then it all goes haywire. Because Mayhewlinson doesn’t let go of Caspar’s hand. No, he just holds on, and then – uh-oh – he turns it into the old two-handed shake, that’s what he does. Caspar has learned to beware the two-handed shake. In his clan, it tends to mean that some jolly old uncle has marked you down as the target for his unending store of hunting stories for the evening, and is absolutely delighted to have a new victim. However, he tries to calm himself, and reminds himself that in this case, these circumstances, it probably just means that…

‘My very dear Mr Rockalde,’ Mayhewlinson goes on to say, with the most urbane Scottish smoothness Caspar has ever been undelighted to give ear to. ‘Let me invite you into my own personal office. I’ll pour you a drink, and we can have both the official, and an unofficial, discussion of your dear aunt’s charming bequest.’

Yeah. Yeah, Caspar thought that it would most probably be that. It’s still a little odd, though. Because no-one else in the family is getting, has gotten, the invite, the nod, as far as Caspar has noticed. No, they’re all filing and trickling out, singly and in little knots, waving at Caspar as they go, touching him on the arm, even now the odd, ‘Lovely to see you again, dear!’ and ‘Give me a call if you’re staying in town a while, Caspar!’ And to that, add several versions of, ‘Oh my God, the old tinker! Gertie, eh? Poor Caspar! Still, bit of a windfall!’ Yes, several variations on that, and a whole lot of teasing winks, including from people too far away to give him this congratulatory adieu.

Oh, hell, Caspar wonders, with just a shade of foreboding. Gertie, you very very sly old girl. What have you gone and left me? Not a vase, he thinks. Probably not a vase.

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© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: Lyn Whitfield on Flickr, public domain.

Full Moon Groupie – Gay Werewolf Romance!

William is hot for werewolves, and luckily there’s a pack run every full moon in his home town. Is he going to get lucky this month? Will hot werewolf Mayot Free choose him? Wil he be mated?

 

Cupcake Kissin’ 4 – Alex Ankarr

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Cupcake Kissin’ 4 – Alex Ankarr

‘…and, in continuance and pursuit of the terms of that bequest,’ the senior lawyer guy – Mayhewlinson? – continues, looking at Caspar a little bit severely, over the top of his half-moon spectacles, ‘said legatee shall bind and oblige himself via signatory and notarized assumption of all duties of continuance of business, such that over a period of a minimum of twenty-four months all normal functions of the business shall continue unabated in all respects. Said legatee shall serve within all business roles including service, managerial, janitorial, administrative and accounting, for a minimum of forty-five hours per working week. Upon completion of all required conditions of the bequest, legatee shall be free to…’

Christ. Lawyer talk is something that works better than the most effective prescription sleep medication for Caspar, and most probably everyone else ever too. Why do the docs bother with pills, when they could just prescribe a video clip of some greybeard guy in a legal office, blathering on about stuff like this? No muss and no fuss, no side-effects.

Again he’s too busy drifting off, letting his tired mind take him down highways and byways, to focus on what’s actually going on. But he’s still somewhat aware that Cousin Peter keeps giving him sideways looks. Sideways grins, actually. Other members of the family, too, somehow manage to sneak the odd casual glance, which is pretty impressive considering where he’s located, up against the far wall behind them all.

Then it’s all being wound up. People are getting up from their seats, stopping and pausing here and there for a bit of chit-chat, gathering in little knots to express further sorrow and exchange reminiscences. Caspar gets caught up a time or two, and hugged once by Aunt Margaret, all lilac and rose voile and heavy French scent. Four people shake his hands, and laugh, and make incomprehensible jokes. Caspar thinks they’re jokes. They laugh a lot.

He assumes he has some comedy bequest that he slept through. Oh well, he thinks. It’s not so bad, to have provided some of his not-very-nearest, but still quite often dearest, with some amusement along the way. It almost justifies the whole trip, and the truly appalling expense of it.

 

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: duncan johnston under Creative Commons licence modified for book cover use.

 

The Wolf and His Whore – Gay Werewolf Hooker Romance!

The life of a rich alpha wolf like Gregory is surely a happy one, right? Not so much, perhaps, if he still hasn’t found his mate. In fact he’s lonely, lonely enough to hire a whore for the night. And to require that whore, James, to pretend to be his mate…

Cupcake Kissin’ 3 – Alex Ankarr

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He knows, in any case, that old Gertie will almost certainly have left him something, probably something ‘nice’. (Probably something of ‘sentimental value’, gosh darn it. A mass-produced vase she liked especially, or one of her wacky garden ornaments. Not that he doesn’t value those kinds of things. It’s just that a little cold hard cash, in the place of sentiment, would come in handy about now. His family has always valued work, and meritorious achievement, and honest puritanical effort, as well as money. A sight too much, if you ask Caspar. Never mind, though. His extended family admires him. Caspar, working his way through college, all through his first degree and his doctorate! Caspar, such grit, such dedication! Wonderful boy! Too busy admiring him to bung a little cash his way to ease his journey, most of the time. He sighs.)

Will readings are not scintillating, especially when you’re not expecting to be a significant beneficiary. It goes on for a long long time, and in fact he does begin, eventually, to be rather on the verge of dozing off. He’s had a very long journey, a lot of little jobs and responsibilities and almost continuous upheavals to deal with, in the past few days. When Cousin Peter jabs him, sharp and vehement, in the ribs, he’s not altogether certain he was fully conscious at the time.

He gives a great emphatic jerk, in any case, and stretches as unobtrusively as he can possibly manage it. Then, he’s aware that people are turning around to take a look at him. Aunt Margaret is grinning at him, her gums showing around her expensive but badly fitted teeth. Miss Emily of the Canadian branch, and her teenage delinquent adopted daughter, are edging out of their chairs in the second row, to get a gawp. He feels more than a bit self-conscious. ‘Was I snoring?’ he hisses at Cousin Peter. ‘Or anything worse?’

But Peter, fifty-something, shiny-skinned, thin dark hair and a solicitor’s practice of his own that flourishes back home in London, just gives a pointed jerk of his head towards the two lawyers seated and droning at the front of the room. Both of whom appear to be completely focused, themselves, on Caspar, right at this minute. Oh hell, has he been twitching and jerking, like a dog after a rabbit in his sleep? A couple of boyfriends have told him he sometimes does that, when he’s having nightmares…

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: Lyn Whitfield on Flickr, public domain.

Famous, Foolish, Full-on Love – Gay Celebrity Crush Romance!

So Mark has gone from a hopeless long-standing crush on his old college friend – who’s now international film-star Danny Lang – to being his secret boyfriend. All via a very eventful interview that had both of them quaking in their boots (in a knee-trembling kind of a way.) But now they’re on different continents, trying to cope with the demands of their careers and the pressures of secrecy, what will happen when Danny gets mad in another interview and impulsively outs himself? Approximately 4300 words. Sequel to ‘Not So Famous In Your Heart’.

“I took the NASA shirts from the “boys” section from where they were prominently displayed, and put them little kid eye level next to tank tops in the “girls” section 20 feet away. And shared a pic of my tiny-scale, subversive, nonviolent, direct action.”

via (Re)Merchandising NASA as a Feminist Act — Longreads

 

Pretty amazing.  Science and maths are awesoooooooooooooooome!  Little girls loving science and maths is awesooooooooooooomerrrrrr!