(Dianne) Fox Writes

Devil in a Blue Dress
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox
Riaz wasn’t going to be gone long, but apparently that didn’t mean that he didn’t have a lot to pack. Mostly, it was books. How he was going to read them all was beyond Jamie. Right now, though, Riaz was faced with a serious quandry. He [...]

Exactly Right
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Jamie shoved the photos into the shoebox he’d dragged out of the closet and flopped back on the bed. Dammit. Steve wasn’t supposed to up and get married like this, little gold-foil wedding announcements and everything. And Jamie wasn’t supposed to be left feeling all bitter and mopey about it. He’d gotten over Steve a long time ago; he was supposed to be happy for Steve.

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Riaz looked in the mirror one more time and carefully twisted the glossy, black curl that was supposed to lie in the middle of his forehead. He looked ridiculous, but that was the point. He was all decked out in satin pantaloons and ‘jeweled’ satin vest, both peacock blue, with a crimson sash around his waist and red sandals. To get to the car, he’d have to put his boots on. One more touch up of the eyeliner and, bracelets jingling, dark bronze skin oiled, he was ready to go.

The Clothes Make the Man… Crazy!

Halloween at the Tangerine Dream was a wild affair. Everyone was in costume, and the costumes were all elaborate affairs, everything from a statuesque Marilyn Monroe to a body-painted tabby cat to Little Red Riding Hood. That last, of course, was Jamie. He was all decked out in a shiny red corset and a skirt that wouldn’t have even come close to covering his ass, if it weren’t for the petticoats underneath.

Life in the Country

Riaz was paying attention to his work. Honest. He looked at the handful of chard he’d just ripped up and stuffed it back in the ground. Whoops. It wasn’t his fault Jamie was being so distracting.

“Slapshot” in progress!
My favorite line that I’ve written so far today: “…you can kiss your damn pro career goodbye and wave while it circles the fucking drain.”
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Also, Anah and I were over at the Torquere Social LJ yesterday and the day before, doing all sorts of nifty things. We also wrote a little story, “The [...]

This is set after Ghost Notes. It was written to a prompt by Syd McGinley while I was hosting the Torquere Social LiveJournal.
“You can’t be serious.” Becky frowned at Sam, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What? It’s the season finale!”
“No way.” Becky shook her head. “I love you, honey, but I’m not watching ER with [...]

This was written to a prompt by Anah Crow while I was hosting the Torquere Social LiveJournal. It’s set after the as-yet-unpublished story “Out of Uniform.”
The skirt fit just right. It clung to Ansel’s hips and thighs, not leaving anything to the imagination. Behind him, the door opened and closed.
“Jesus, Ansel.” It was Colby, his [...]

Set after Angels Come to Visit, but before “Naming Day”, this was written to a prompt by Kathleen Bradean on the Torquere Social LiveJournal.
Keir arched, pushing his cock deeper into Christophe’s mouth. He was so close, and Christophe’s fingers sliding in nearly sent him over the edge. He cried out a warning, his tail whipping [...]

While hosting the Torquere Social LiveJournal, I wrote a little snippet that’s set a few months after Angels Come to Visit.
“It’s not what you think,” Keir promised, slipping up behind Christophe and pressing himself to Christophe’s back, between the massive wings that split it in two. “I didn’t touch him.”
“He’s in our bed,” Christophe [...]