Friday, December 1, 2017

Rainbow Advent Calendar: "The Only Star" (NSFW)




::waves:: Hi y'all! For those of you who don't know me, my name is DC Juris. I've been a published author of GLBTQ romance since 2009. You can find me on Facebook

For my part in the Rainbow Advent Calendar, I have a little offering featuring my two vampire characters, Serge and Bryan. Unfortunately, their first story, "Serge's Gift," is no longer available, but you don't really need to know anything other than Serge is an ancient vampire who turned his human friend Bryan, and they're together. This story is a snapshot of their first Christmas together. 

To sweeten the holiday pot, I've got an offer for you. Throughout the month of December, do a random act of kindness for someone. It can be anything - a small gesture, a large gesture, either one. Then leave a comment on this post, including your e-mail, and I'll send you a free copy of "Serge's Gift." 



"The Only Star"

I wasn't expecting this. When you're mated to a vampire, things like Christmas seem a little trivial. But here Serge stands, in the living room of our apartment, grinning from ear to ear in front of a fully decorated, must-be-over-seven-feet-tall-and-three-around twinkling tree. Beneath the tree is a veritable mound of presents of all shapes and sizes, wrapped in bright colored paper, complete with large gold bows on top of each one, all bearing tags with my name.

I cross the room to him, unable to suppress my own grin. "What's all this?"

"It's Christmas." He says it so simply, so dryly, belying to jovial look on his face. "Did you think I would let you miss Christmas?"

I shrug. Christmas is a thing I don't need anymore, I figure. A thing of my human past, not my vampire future.

Serge arches an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in that way of his. "So now you are a bloodsucker, tradition means nothing?" His eyebrows knit together, and I get the impression he's seriously upset that I haven't reacted the way he wanted me to.

And now I remember what he's told me of his past, his human family, and the vampire ones that followed, all of them connected to some historical event or place, all of them sticklers for rules and traditions. "Of course not." I shake my head. "Tradition is always important."

That eyebrow arches higher though, and he stares down his nose at me for a moment. "Hmm." Is all he says, and I wonder if I've just made a huge mistake.

Serge shrugs. "In any event." He looks back to the tree. "It has been a long time since I have had a Christmas tree. A very long time, indeed," he whispers.

Now I get it. The tree isn't so much for me, but him, yet Serge will never admit such. He's an old vampirea powerful onefilthy rich; able to buy anything he'd ever want. What need does he have of human nonsense like Christmas trees and presents? Better to hide that desire behind a gesture meant supposedly for me.

He stands there mutely, gazing at the tree, clenching and unclenching his hands, like he's trying to keep himself from reaching out and touching it. I look closer at the tree. Most of these ornaments look very old; some of them must be as old as…Oh. I really, really get it now.

I move toward the tree. There are several stars, which appear to have been fashioned out of twigs. A child's project, perhaps? I imagine a smaller version of Serge winding twine around the wood and beaming with pride at his creation. Near the top of the tree hangs a ceramic horse, its chipped and faded paint telling its age. I reach out and run my finger over a delicate glass "old world" Santa. I hear Serge's sharp intake of breath as my flesh makes contact with the glass. He steps closer and reaches out just a little, almost nervously. "I'll be careful," I assure him.

"Of course you will. I know that." Serge drops his hand with a self-depreciating snort.

"Were these yours, as a child?"

He swallows hard and nods. "Most belonged to my mother, and hers before her."

I point to one of the stars. "And who made these?"

"I did. I was seven." He ducks his head, and I swear if a vampire could blush, Serge would be beet red at the moment.

"They're very nice."

He shrugs. "They are only stars. Nothing more."

"They're a lot more. Aren't they?" I step close to him and lay my hands on his hips. There's an unspoken rule between usSerge makes the first move, Serge controls our intimacyand he bristles a little at the fact I've taken such initiative. But he doesn't move away, doesn't push my hands aside. He leans in and teases my lips with his.

"They are only stars." Serge straightens and raises a hand to touch my hair reverently. "From a life that no longer exists."

"I'd like to hear about it." I lean into him, press my forehead to his chin.

The rumble of Serge's chuckle resonates deep in his chest. "You'd be bored out of your mind, I'm afraid."

"Nothing about you is boring, my love." I wrap my arms around his neck and smile sweetly. "Please?"

He glances past me to the tree and heaves a sigh. "I suppose I brought this on myself, didn't I?" The question seems snide but there's a light in his eyesa glimmer of excitement despite his words. He wants me to ask, he wants to tell me.

I glance at the enormous tree. "Well, you are the one who cut down an ancient redwood and dragged it into our house."

"It's not a redwood," he corrects dryly. "It's a balsam fir. Abies balsamea, to be technical."

I shiver against him. "I love it when you speak Latin."

He laughs in earnest. "You love it when I speak anything." Serge steps back and spins me around toward the blood bar in the corner. "If you intend me to speak of such things, I will need sustenance."

I walk over to the bar, open the chiller and pull out the first bottle my hand finds. I uncork it, and start to pour the thick, scarlet liquid into two glasses. Serge appears behind meI'm still not used to that speedy movement thingand wraps his arms around my waist.

"Sie sind der einzige Stern, den ich jetzt benötige," he whispers against my ear, then slides from me and goes to the other side of the room. He flounces down on the couch, staring at the Christmas tree.

"That's not Latin," I murmur. German, if I recall my high school studies correctly.

"No." Serge gives no other answer.

I join him on the couch and he reaches for his glass but I pull it back and raise an eyebrow. "What'd you say?"

He surges forward, grabbing both the glasses from me before I can react. In the next moment he straddles me, has my wrists pinned above my head in one of his hands. Serge kisses me thoroughly, curling my toes with the passion of it.

"I said you are the only star I need now."

The wave of emotion that passes between us is something electric. I've always been attracted to Serge; have loved him for a while. But this… I've never felt the vampire bond between us quite so strongly. Suddenly a history lesson is at the absolute bottom of my wish list. I tilt my hips up, press against him. Offering. Demanding.

He takes the invitation, nips at my bottom lip with his teeth as he slides a hand down between us. "It's true, you know."

"What's that?" I gasp as his fingers wrap around my cock and begin to slowly stroke up and down.

"That you are a star. You shine brightly, my love. Even now, cursed as you are." Serge licks a stripe up my neck.

"Not…cursed…" I thrust up into his hand. His flesh is cool, like mine, but when he touches me like this, I'd swear I'm in the middle of an inferno. He tightens his grip, precum slicking the way.

"Oh, but you are cursed. And so am I." He nibbles at my throat, just over my jugular, draws a razor sharp fang along my skin.

The sensation goes all the way to my cock. I don't care if I'm cursed if it means being here with him like this, with the scent of him, the feel of him, the weight of him holding me down. I want him in every way possible. Forever. I buck up against him, wrap my hand around the back of his neck. "Drink."

He snarls and sinks his fangs in instantly. He's gentle, oh, so gentle, sucking delicately, slowly, in time with the movement of his hand on my cock. It's too much. It's not enough.

I pull him down against me hard, wrap my legs around him and hook my ankles. I can feel the blood leaving me, flowing past his lips in a steady streamit's like a thousand little orgasms. It leaves me dizzy and breathless, desperate for more. The bond between us sings and expands, ricocheting Serge's own pleasure back to me.

He raises his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and captures my lips in a demanding, deep kiss. I surrender to it, to the plundering of his tongue, to taste of myself, to the knowledge that this act between us is perfect and precious.

I'm close, so close. I rut up into his hand and cling to him, lost in a sea of sensation. It's still too much. It's still not enough. I fear it will go on for eternity. I fear it will end too soon. My body tenses, reaching, reaching. I want to demand my release. I want to beg him for it. But I can't form words. All I can do is feel and trust that he knows the way.

Orgasm hits in a staggering moment of intensity, as always. When we share blood, we share everything. Serge moans into my mouth as my release spills over his hand. His body goes rigid and I'm hit with another wave of pleasure. I ride it out, tumbling and falling free into the abyss of our bond.

It's minutes or an hours before I come back to myself. Serge hasn't moved but to press his forehead against my shoulder. I lift a hand an thread my fingers through his hair. "You shine brightly too, you know," I whisper.

He chuckles and shifts to look down at me. "I am but a flicker of yellow against the brilliant white of your backdrop."

It's not true. I want to argue with him, tell him he's wrong. But something in his tone stops me. I kiss his lips and wrap my arms around his neck. "Will you tell me of your Christmases?"

"Perhaps later. I have other plans for the evening."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Do tell?"

He untangles us and stands, holds his hand out to me. "I plan to wine you and dine you tonight, such as I can."

"And then?" Because with Serge, there is always an and then.

"And then, my star, I plan to bring you home and make love to you on the rooftop, under the stars. If you are amenable, of course."

"I suppose I could be persuaded."


He chuckles and heads for the bedroom to change. I sit for a moment, simply staring at the tree. I may never know about the Christmases that came before, but I believe I can make the Christmases to come ones he hopes never to forget.  





Copyright © 2017 DC Juris

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Friday, November 3, 2017

35 Questions

1. What time did you get up this morning? 10:00

2. How do you like your steak? Extra well done, like a hockey puck.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? It.

4. What is your favorite TV show? Supernatural.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Right here. I love where I live.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Pizza.

7. What is your favorite cuisine? Southern.

8. What foods do you dislike? Liver.

9. Favorite Place to Eat? I don't really have a favorite place anymore. Everywhere is so expensive and inconsistent.

10. Favorite dressing? Ken's Country French

11. Eye Color(s)? Mine? Brown. I don't have a favorite.

12. What are your favorite clothes? Jeans and a t-shirt or a long skirt and a comfy blouse.

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Austin, Thailand, India, Vancouver, and I'd love to go back to New Orleans and NYC.

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Doesn't matter. Just fucking drink it already.

15. Where would you want to retire? Possibly Austin or New Orleans.

16. Favorite time of day? Evening/Night

17. Where were you born? Bartow, Florida

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? FOOTBALL!!!!!!!

19. Bird watcher? Yes, actually.

20. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night.

21. Pets? 2 dogs (Wallace & Mindy) and 2.5 cats (LollyPop, Tina Jean, and Muffin, who is actually my son's cat)

22. What did you want to be when you were little? Away from my family. Otherwise, a writer.

23. Are you a cat or dog person? I like all animals.

24. Are you married? Yep.

25. Always wear your seat belt? Yes.

26. Been in a car accident? Yes.

27. Favorite Flower? Snapdragons, but I like all flowers.

28. Favorite ice cream? Chocolate peanut butter, but the kind with ribbons of peanut butter, not peanut butter cups.

29. Broccoli? Yes

30. What was your favorite vacation? Lake Placid with my Hubby, though it was a working vacation.

31. What are you listening to right now? The tv show "Fear the Walking Dead," the hum of the fan, and (faintly) The Boy talking to someone.

32. What is your favorite color? I like them all.

33. How many tattoos do you have? None, yet.

34. Coffee drinker? Yes.

35. How many children do you have? 2 grown boys. 

Monday, October 30, 2017

ABCs of DC

A - Age: 39

B - Bed size: Queen

C - Chore you hate: They all make me sneeze. I'm not fond of any of them.

D - Dog's names: Wallace, Mindy

E - Essential start your day item(s): hot tea

F - Favorite color: I like them all.

G- Gold or Silver: silver

H - Height: 4'9"

I - Instruments you play: None. (Unless a dick counts. Does a dick count? ::grin::)

J - Job: Insurance Collector

K - Kids: 2

L - Living Arrangements: with my husband

M - Music you love: just about everything

N - Nicknames: I don't really have one.

O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Twice.

P - Pet Peeve: Stupidity.

Q - Quote from a movie: "She is starting to damage my calm." Jayne - Serenity

R - Right or left handed: right

S - Siblings: 1 older sister

T - Time you wake up: 7 AM

U - Underwear: boxer briefs.

V - Vegetable you dislike: I don't really dislike any of them.

W - Workout Style: work...out?? ::cocks head and wrinkles forehead:: What's that?" O.o

X-rays you've had: knee, wrist/hand, lower back.

Y - Yummy food you make: chili, deviled eggs

Z - The best place to visit: Anywhere with something pretty to take a picture of.

Friday, October 27, 2017

No Lies...

1. Can you fill this out without lying?  Yes

2. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Water

3. Who was your last text message from? My sister

4. Where was your FB profile picture taken? At home - it's a selfie.

5. Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20? No one in years.

6. Name someone that made you laugh today? Hubby

7. How late did you stay up last night and why? Past midnight - sexy times! :-) 

8. If you could move somewhere else, would you? Nope

9. Ever been kissed under fireworks? Yes

10. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Karen

11. Do you believe ex's can be friends? Depends on the people.

12. Calling or texting? Texting

13. How do you feel about Dr. Pepper? Yuck

14. When was the last time you cried really hard? Last week

15. Where is your biological father right now? Hopefully Hell - that's where he belongs.

16. Where are you at right now? Bedroom

17. What bed did you sleep in last night? Mine

18. What was the last thing someone bought for you? Hubby bought me a bed for my dollhouse cabin.

19. Who took your FB profile picture? I did.

20. Was yesterday better than today? About the same.

21. Can you live a day without TV? Yes

22. Are you mad about anything?  No

23. Do you think relationships are really worth it? Healthy ones are.

24. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed and why? I can't remember at the moment.

25. Are you a bad influence? Probably. ::grin:: Depends on whose definition you're using.

26. Night out or night in? Either - depends on who I'm with and what we're doing.

27. What items could you not go without during the day? I can't think of anything.

28. Would you share a drink with a stranger? Depends on the situation. Where we are, etc.

29. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? One of Hubby's friends, Linda, but that was years ago.

30. What does the last text message in your inbox say? "I'm still working on it."

31. How do you feel about your life right now? Life is good.

32. Have you been pulled over by the police? Several times.

33. Do you hate anyone? Hate takes too much effort.

34. If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find? Probably spam.

35. Can you easily tell if someone’s fake? Usually.

36. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? Depends on what they're testing for.

37. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? LMAO. Um, no.

38. What song is stuck in your head? None at the moment.

39. Someone knocks on your window at 2 AM, who do you want it to be? Someone who can run faster than I can shoot them.

40. Wanna have kids before you’re 30? Been there, done that.

41. Name something you have to do tomorrow? Collections

42. Can you whistle? Yes

43. Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back? Yes

44. Do you think too much or too little? I've been accused of both.

45. Do you smile a lot? Yes.

46. Who was your last missed call on your mobile phone? A number I don't recognize.

47. When is the next time you will see the person you like? He's right next to me.

48. Are you happy with your life? Yes.

49. Can you handle the truth? Yes.

50. What was the last book you read? I don't read a lot these days, unfortunately.

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? No

52. Is there something you always wear? My Finding Dory bracelet on my left wrist, and my "follow your heart" bracelet on my right wrist.

53. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Showering

54. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you? Hubby

55. Did you have an exciting last weekend? Nope - nice and quiet, just the way I like them.

56. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes

57. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes

58. Are you wearing a necklace? No

59. What's something that can always make you feel better? Always? Nothing. But usually, Hubby.

60. Will this weekend be a good one? I have no idea.

61. What do you want right now? Nothing really

62. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing? Yes.

63. Look behind you, what do you see? The wall.

64. Have you ever worked in a food place? No

65. What would you name your future daughter? No more kids.

66. Any holiday plans for 2017? None that I'm conscious of.

67. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Work.

68. Does anyone know your Facebook password? Yes

69. Would you like some cake? Probably. What kind of cake?

Thursday, October 26, 2017

DC Juris 101

1. I can deal with blood, guts, maggots, human waste, animal waste, vomit, any kind of smell, all that stuff - except teeth. I can't look at teeth, I couldn't do dentals on animals at work. The mere *thought* of teeth makes me want to vomit.

2. I don't like to touch my food. If I can, I'll use utensils, otherwise I'll put on gloves. I can eat almost anything with a knife and a fork.

3. I am curiously allergic to sea salt, but not shellfish.

4. I don't like having my feet dirty. Consequently, I don't walk barefoot *anywhere*.

5. I always told my mother I loved her, but I really didn't mean it. I cut her out of my life on January 1st, 2016. I have never regretted it.

6. There are some people in the world I would not help, no matter what they needed, even if I could do so easily. I simply would not help them. I know I should be mature and rise above, but really, I'd just savor their pain. #sorrynotsorry

7. I'm dyslexic. I don't think in words, but letters. I spell every word in my head as I type. If I type "type" I mentally say "t-y-p-e".

8. I have a three inch long, two inch wide scar on my left hip from being cut with a rusty nail as a child. My parents didn't take me to the hospital or doctor, and I almost lost my leg to infection. 

9. In kindergarten I broke a girl's nose b/c she took the princess dress out of the dress up trunk and wouldn't let me have it. In my defense, everyone knew the princess dress was mine. 

10. I distrust anyone who works as a clown.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Survey Says...

You remember back in the day, when everyone was sending out these dumb little surveys? Someone e-mailed me one last week, so I'm posting it here.

1. Do you have any pets? Two dogs - Mindy and Wallace, two cats - Lollypop and Tina Jean.

2. Top ten tv shows on today: Supernatural, Lucifer, The Orville, The Walking Dead, Preacher, Game of Thrones, Rick and Morty, Gotham, MasterChef, American Horror Story.

3. Favorite color: I like them all. Taste the rainbow, bitch.

4. Favorite drink: Pepsi, southern sweet tea, or most sweet boozy drinks.

5. What do you collect? Besides dust? Moose, mice, doll house items, sock monkeys, odd salt and pepper shakers, antique bottles, Star Trek items, Supernatural items, elephant Christmas ornaments.

6. Favorite book? My all time favorite is "The Island of Doctor Moreau" by HG Wells - I've read it hundreds of times.

7. Favorite writer? Besides myself? LOL

8. Favorite actor and actress: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins... basically all the men from Supernatural, Oliver Platt,

9. Top ten movies: OMG only ten?? Moonstruck, Lake Placid, The Sound of Music, Galaxy Quest, Spaceballs, Serenity, Finding Nemo, The Island of Doctor Moreau, 300, Tropic Thunder

10. Cabin, beach, or townhouse? It all depends on the circumstances. I could be happy in any.

11. Hobbies? Photography, long drives, nature walks, home improvement, and my doll house.

12. What kind of car do you drive? I don't.

13. Top ten tv shows on in your childhood: OMFG you've got to be kidding! ONLY 10?? ::sigh:: The A-Team, Hawaii 5-0, Simon and Simon, Beauty and the Beast, Hunter, CHiPS, The Smurfs, Jake and the Fat Man, Designing Women, Murphy Brown.

14. Favorite childhood toy: I didn't really play with toys. I just read and wrote a lot.

15. What did you want to be when you grew up? A writer.

16. Any regrets? Moving my mother to NYS, losing touch with Danny, losing touch with Alex.

17. One odd fact about you is? Every fact about me is odd. Um...I don't like to have my feet dirty. I guess that's odd.

18. Favorite food? SOUTHERN FOOD!!! OMG none of these yankees know how to cook!!

19. Pet peeve? People who are oblivious to the world around them, and who lack the gumption to better themselves.

20. Favorite quote: "You're not a man 'til you've pulled a tooth out with a pair of pliers." ~ Captain Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

15 Movies

The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen films you've seen that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.

My favorites are in no particular order. They are truly the first 15 that came to mind.

1. Lake Placid

2. The Sound of Music

3. Slither

4. Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

5. Sommersby

6. Hellraiser

7. Spaceballs

8. Flowers for Algernon

9. Medicine Man

10. Kinky Boots

11. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

12. Pulp Fiction

13. Batman (the original)

14. Nim's Island

15. The Island of Dr. Moreau (Marlon Brando version)