Have any Secret Thoughts?

It’s not a new book, but I thought I’d talk about a book that just came out in print not so long ago. Secret Thoughts (print) Anthology. This book is a combination of two ebooks gathered together by my friend, Sasha White. Nice cover, huh?

But check out this sexy cover for Lustful, the second Secret Thoughts e-book. Pretty hot, no?

And then the very evocative cover for Erotique, which was the first anthology.

Very nice, huh?

You can find them all here: http://www.samhainpublishing.com/category/erotica

When Sasha first mentioned that she was putting this collection together, I was pretty excited.

Well, at first I wasn’t sure if I’d have something that would fit. It didn’t take too long to write something up. It was an exciting topic. Sasha was pretty supportive and encouraging. I love to read her stuff. Nobody can write hot quite as hot as she can. Her first person style is the standard, in my opinion. In other words, I love her to death, and I admire her quite a lot professionally.

Beth Williamson, Laura Bacchi, Sasha White, S. Desires, and Nix Winter all contributed to Erotique, with S. Desires debuting. She has a unique writing style that I really liked. Each and every author in the collection can be found in my personal collection—not a bad one in the bunch. (if there were, I just wouldn’t mention it , but I wouldn’t say they were good if I didn’t like ‘em)

I wrote one het story and one male/male for each anthology. I’ve got to say, the styles for each story of mine in Erotique were a bit different. I’d say that Office Politics is more like other stories I’ve written in technique, though it’s one character’s point of view only. Dark, Dangerous, and Menacing was a real departure for me. I’d say it inspired Bar Back, which is a short story available at Torquere Press.

Dark, Dangerous, and Menacing is told completely from the view of the reader—I wrote it originally during a chat, a paragraph at a time, and adapted it for this collection. It was fun during the chat and fun for this…well, I thought so. Both of those stories were some of my favorites. Of course, that’s true of every story I write, just about. LOL

The two stories I wrote for Lustful were slightly different, too. The Bridge was inspired by a friend of mine who lives in another state. He and I Instant Message sometimes kicking ideas around or just catching up. We also talk on the phone now and then. It was the IMing and his very sexy voice (he’s an actor) that gave me the idea. You’ll have to read the story—I don’t want to give the whole thing away, but Lustful was geared for secret fantasies.

After Class was my second story for Lustful, so it, too, was about the character’s secret fantasy. I’ve got to admit, voices do it for me. I have a British friend, another actor, oddly enough, whom I speak with on the phone from time to time. He is also a linguist and occasionally drops into lecture mode when trying to correct something about my speech patterns. (I now enunciate much better than I used to and I try to speak slower) So now you know that writers use every bit of their daily life when they write—or at least this one does.

Every single thing is a potential inspiration.

Well, enough about all that. Here are some excerpts from my stories from Secret Thoughts, both Erotique and Lustful:

From: Erotique – Secret Thoughts Anthology 1
http://samhainpublishing.com/books/secret-thoughts-erotique
Office Politics
J.J. Massa

“One moment, Miss Carson, and I’ll…” I faltered, cleared my throat. A slight tapping on my desk had caused me to swivel away from my computer monitor and look up. My new boss, Mr. Weaver, was standing there, arms crossed, golden eyebrow raised as he shook his head side to side. “I’ll check his schedule, ma’am, because I know he’s not in right now.” That was a fine line, of course. If he were truly in, he’d be at his own desk, not mine, right?

Mr. Weaver gave me a nod and a wink, approval. I’m almost ashamed to tell you how good that felt. My chest actually puffed out, no shit. I couldn’t help it, not even if I wanted to. I smiled back.

“He’s good, Jack!” The other man’s voice took me by surprise. It was Fred O’Neil, head of acquisitions. I hadn’t even noticed him. Jack Weaver had that effect on me. “Now, if only he had better legs, bigger tits,” the asshole chortled. “You know, while he sat on your lap and squirmed?” he snickered as the two men passed my desk and walked into Mr. Weaver’s inner sanctum.

I turned away, every bit of my face warm, right up to the tips of my ears. What an image, me on Jack Weaver’s lap. Oh, man! I had to adjust myself, shifting in my chair.

My fingertips were gripping my stiff cock, trying to find a comfortable position, when a heavy palm landed on my shoulder. Oh, god! It could only be… I tipped my head back just slightly.

Yep, it was Mr. Weaver. I groaned inside, humiliated.

“Mark, I can tell that O’Neil’s comments made you uncomfortable. Step into my office when he leaves, would you please?”

My hand dropped uselessly to my leg. I couldn’t speak and just nodded. The grip on my shoulder tightened a little and then fell away. I didn’t move, waiting until I heard the muted footfalls, the door open and close, then laughter from the inner office.

Caught like a fly on a pin. Shit, shit, shit! My head dropped forward to the LCD of my monitor. God, I was so busted, so humiliated. Guess he’s got me pegged now.


Dark, Dangerous, and Menacing
J.J. Massa

You don’t know why you came to the bar tonight. Maybe you were just tired of the TV. Not lonely, really, just tired of being alone. You give the bartender a half-smile when he slides your drink in front of you. He looks like a nice guy. That’s the problem. He looks like a nice guy.

Back in the shadows you see him. Yum, yum. Who’s that you wonder? He’s so dark—dark eyes, dark hair, dark looks. He’s looking at you. You squirm around, trying not to look back—but he knows you were checking him out. You know it—he knows it.

The skin at the back of your neck begins to tingle but you resist the urge. Someone laughs, a man. It’s a rich and deep whiskey chuckle and you know it’s him. You can’t help it, you turn on your barstool. He’s moved into the poolroom a little, under the dim lights.

As you watch, he strips off the old leather jacket he wore and you catch your breath. Is that T-shirt tight or is it painted on? What a physique. You can see the light caressing his deltoids, he turns and that tight butt keeps you riveted. Isn’t there a law about carrying a deadly weapon in a place that serves alcohol?

From: Lustful – Secret Thoughts Anthology 2
http://samhainpublishing.com/books/secret-thoughts-lustful

After Class by J.J. Massa

A lot of people have teacher fantasies. Guys as much as women tend to fixate on a hot teacher. It just stands to reason that gay guys fantasize about sexy male teachers.

My fantasy? Professor Edward Heade. It’s a terrible name, isn’t it? I’m sure he was teased non-stop growing up. Maybe that’s what makes him the way he is. He’s got this I’m-in-charge thing going for him. He never raises his voice, but he doesn’t have to.

Oh, man, sitting here, watching him walk into the room, I’m just getting chills. I can’t help it, something about him makes you want him to put you in your place—to sort you out.

He’s British; those sayings make sense around him. I don’t actually have any classes with Professor Heade. He’s not my teacher. But here I am, sitting in his class, listening to that rich, full, accented voice.

He’s stalking around the room, his left hand above his head as he makes some point. I have no idea what he’s talking about and I don’t really care. All I care about is the fire in his eyes and the way his nostrils flare as he drives his point home.

I’m on fire, sparks running up and down my spine, sweat collecting in the small of my back, my stomach tightening with want, need. I need those strong, slim fingers on my body. He is so fucking hot. Damn, I’m sitting here getting hard while this professor goes on about whatever—and I have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. How pathetic is that?

He’s coming right toward me, a book in one hand and a note in the other. My heart is beating double-time and I don’t know what to do.

The Bridge
By J.J. Massa

Thom: Tell me
Joclyn: I hardly know you.
Thom: You’ve seen my picture, heard my voice. Told me secrets…

And she had. She’d seen his picture—auburn hair, almost red. Play-with-me blue eyes, twinkling with mystery, dare. The picture he’d sent showed him leaning back against the body of a happy woman, her arms wrapped around him, delight on her face. A sister? A lover?

Wife? He’d been married. Said he wasn’t now. And given the random hours they called one another, she believed him.

It didn’t matter, Joclyn did know what he looked like. She’d heard his voice. It was deep, southern, with just a hint of somewhere else…elocution lessons maybe. He was an actor, a performer of some kind. They’d emailed, instant messaged each other, talked on the phone…

Was she really considering this? It was her fantasy. She’d never get another, better chance. Something like this involved a little risk, or it wouldn’t really be living out her fantasy, would it?

Sex with a stranger in a crowded, very public place, and she knew where—even knew when.

Joclyn: Yes
Thom: You know the details then. I’ll be there.

And that had been that. Thom had signed off. So had she.

I hope you’ll check out the Secret Thoughts Anthology—I’ve enjoyed it from start to finish.

Oh, hey, did I mention that my website is getting re-vamped? Let me know what you think: http://www.jjmassa.com/ After 5 years, it was about time.

I’m pretty excited about it. Mae Powers is doing it for me. She’s really creative. She and I have worked on writing projects together before—she’s sharp as can be and writes a very hot story. She writes stories in this series about a Texas town— Spellfire, Texas. The stories are paranormal, somewhat funny, and downright sexy. I get a kick out of them.

If you get a minute, stop over and see what’s going on with Cosmo, too. His web log lets him blow off steam. http://cosmosweblog.blogspot.com/