Friday, April 7, 2017


Love is in the Air- City of Brotherly Love
~ Philadelphia ~ 

The happiest season in Philadelphia was spring. According to Jason. Flowers bloomed, light rain dotted the grass at Independence National Park from the springtime storm the night before, and love was in the air.

Excitement coursed through Jason as he waited for his date. The man he’d been emailing back and forth for the past six months. The man who found a stack of love letters written during WWII to his great-grandmother from a marine soldier passing through to his tour in the Pacific Theater.

Jason’s Ma-Maw had been a nurse stationed at the Naval Shipyard, doing her part for the Home Front and supporting the war effort, when she met Corporal Josiah Turner. From the research Jason had done since learning about the correspondences between Ma-Maw and Josiah, Jason surmised the young marine passed through his great-grandmother’s wake- taking care of his medical physical and other trappings- before shipping off to war. Many marines and naval personnel out-processed at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard before being turned loose to fight the atrocities of war.

Jesse Turner reached out to Jason many months prior to this beautiful spring day in the hopes of giving Jason a piece of his family history back, and the knowledge of a love that bloomed in the weeks before the battle of Iwo Jima, where eventually Jesse’s own great-grandfather met his eternal resting place.

A twinge of nervousness flooded Jason’s being, sitting on the bench watching the tourist saunter through the park, admiring one of Philadelphia’s most auspicious monuments- the Liberty Bell.

“What am I doing?” Jason muttered softly, staring at the spring bouquet in his lap, and hoping no one heard him. Although, people talking to themselves in the city of Philadelphia was nothing new if you were a native. Even though Jason and Jesse texted, emailed, spoke on the phone, and skyped, he was still nervous to meet the tall drink of water in person. Somewhere in the midst of reuniting Corporal Turner’s love letters with Rosemary Saunter’s descendent, Jason fell in love. He only hoped Jesse felt the same way and Jason anticipated the man would want to pursue their relationship to the next level.

A light mist began to fall again, but nothing to deter the tourist or hurried businessmen and women from taking in the scenery. The city of Philadelphia was all a bustle.

Turning toward Carpenter Hall, Jason watched a man stride with purpose towards him. A light blue polo shirt tucked into khaki shorts, and a package in his left hand. The right hand held a pink carnation- the sign of who he was- Jesse.

The closer the man entered Jason’s space, the more Jason admired his height and breadth of his physique. Not a large, overly muscled man, Jesse wore his runner’s body with fluidity and grace. Something not able to be fully appreciated through photos or video. His long legs rapidly took up the space and within a few strides Jesse stood in front of Jason’s now standing form.

“Jesse.” A statement, not a question. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” Jason took the plunge and raised up in his toes to plant a soft peck on Jesse’s cheek. At five feet, nine inches, Jesse’s, six-four seemed miles away.

Jason reached for Jesse’s wrist and gently tugged him down to sit with him on the bench.

“Jason, it is so good to finally meet you. I feel like we already know each other after all these months, but to finally see you in person…”

“I know what you mean. Here, these are for you. The flower show is currently going on at the convention center and I thought you might like a sampling of what we have to offer.” Jason handed the bouquet to Jesse and smiled widely when Jesse placed them to his nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance.

“They’re beautiful. But not as beautiful as you.”

Jason was sure he could feel the blush creep up his neck and absorb his face. Not used to such loving words from a would-be suitor.

“You brought the letters, and remembered the sign, the carnation.” Jason chuckled nervously, deflecting Jesse’s words of his beauty.

Jason stared at Jesse’s long fingers when the man handed over the carnation. The bundle of letter remained on his lap with the bouquet.

“Yes, I heard every word you said to me from the moment we met.” Jesse air quoted the word met and smiled, showing off lovely white teeth and a smile that could send any hot-blooded male swooning. “I’ve looked forward to this day for a long time.”

Returning one hand to his lap, Jason watch Jesse raise his hand and place it on his cheek, caressing it. Instinctually Jason closed his eyes and leaned into the palm, absorbed in a feeling of contentment.

Jason opened his eyes and peered into the sky-blue orbs which stared back at him. The way Jesse looked at him, there was no mistaking Jesse meant it when he called Jason beautiful.

“You’re staring.” Jason turned his head and kissed Jesse’s palm.

“I’m staring because now it makes sense why my great-grandfather fell in love with your great- grandmother. One of his letters spoke of sage green colored eyes that drew him in with peace and tranquility and peered into the depths of his souls- as if they’d known each other all their lives. When I look at you, I see the same eyes he saw and feel it clear to the marrow of my bones.”

Jason lost any ability to speak when he opened his mouth to respond to Jesse’s eloquent words, and Jesse’s next movement stunned him even more.

Jason watched Jesse place his belongings on the bench and drop to his knees in the misty grass. Jason fought between staring into Jesse’s eyes or the passersbys who watched them with interest and curiosity.

Jesse’s captivating stare won out and Jason flooded his attention back to the man who knelt before him.

“Jesse, what are you doing? You know we have a lot of crazies in Philly and although you may fit right in…”

“Ha! I’m not crazy and I practiced my speech all the way over in the cab from the hotel. So here goes nothing.”

Jason hoped his palms weren’t sweaty when Jesse captured both of his hands in his own.

“We’ve been talking and getting to know each other for the last six months. I feel like I’ve known you a lifetime and I hoped you felt the same way. I know this may sound crazy, but I’ve fallen for you Jason, hard and fast. You’re everything I want in a partner, friend, and lover and I hope you can give me the chance to prove my love to you and create a life together. I know, I know, you live here, and I live in Connecticut, but I think somewhere along the way we can figure it out.”

Jason removed one of his hands from Jesse’s clutch and placed a finger over the man’s plump lips.

“Sh, Jesse, I fell the same way. I was nervous to say anything to you because I was afraid you’d think I’d lost it. I’ve fallen in love with you too and want to start a new life. a life with you in it. Whether it be here in the City of Brotherly Love or Connecticut, my work can be done wherever. The most important thing is that we’re together. Fate and a little help from our long-departed relatives brought us together and I have no intention of disappointing them.”

Jason found himself engulfed in a warm embrace when Jesse catapulted himself from the ground and wrapped his arms around him.

A distance clapping could be heard by the people who walked by them, but Jason only had ears for Jesse’s words.

“Let’s go back to my hotel so I can read you poems of love from the master himself, and then we’ll plan our future.”



US Marshal Jaeger Tripp is assigned to the Federal Witness Protection Program. The hurt and destruction he’s seen—along with protecting criminals who are only cooperating with the authorities to keep themselves out of jail—have left him with a bleak and jaded view of both life and people. His current assignment is Wren O’Riley, a computer wizard who witnessed a high-profile cartel hit.
To Jaeger, Wren is the same as any other job. He must protect him long enough to get him to testify at trial, and his personal feelings have no place in his work and must be set aside. But that’s easier said than done. On the run and fighting for their lives, Jaeger and Wren can’t help but grow closer. And Jaeger can’t help seeing beyond Wren’s nerdy exterior to a man who might be just what Jaeger needs to settle his soul and capture his heart—if they survive long enough to get that chance.
Order of the Black Knights
Every century has seen its knights. But there are those who are never seen. They do what must be done, what has to be done—when nobody wants to get their hands dirty. They are called the Black Knights. First created in the 1100s by the wizard Moriel, these men seem cold and hard, and it is said that some have no soul. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man who waits inside. The question is whether or not he will kill the individual before he figures it out.
Through the ages, they’ve conquered and ruled and taken what they wanted. And they have adapted to modern times. Instead of being bullies for hire, they have taken their skills further—the Internet, the CIA, government infiltration, hacking, special ops, assassination, but each one of them has a need they don’t understand—to squash, kill, or destroy.
If the Knight pardons an enemy, he will no longer be cursed. If not, he will continue to live the same life again and again, and each life will make him harder and more unyielding. And each life will make it is less likely that he can be saved.
Wren looked out the dusty front window and admired the view from what would be his home for a while. He wasn’t just thinking about the studly marshal. The log cabin appeared to be modern-rustic—if that was a style. The sturdy log structure had a wide wraparound porch and sported three rockers made of rough wood.
Wren loved the to-and-fro motion of a rocking chair—something he learned from his mother on the countless days they spent together on the family property in New Mexico, whiling the hours away. He had fond memories of his mother, and even some of his family members during those days—before he started to work for his uncle and realized exactly what the family business was. He longed for those languid days again, and if Jaeger permitted him some respite, he’d take it on the front porch, rocking.
“Home for the next month.” Wren’s daydreaming was interrupted by the deep soulful voice of his watcher.
“There’s no place for you to go, so I’ll have those handcuffs now. You’re up shit creek if you have the balls to wander in the High Peaks on your own.” Wren lifted his cuffed hands from his lap and allowed Jaeger to remove the restraints.
“I’ll get our bags.” Wren rubbed his wrists as he extricated himself from the front passenger seat. The lock mechanism on the hatch of the SUV released, and Wren opened the door and pulled out the two suitcases. He also noticed the cooler and a few other bags. Provisions.
Dragging their luggage across the gravel and dirt clearing proved more difficult than expected. His arms were a little numb from being in cuffs for so long. Wren made it to the bottom of the steps and maneuvered each bag up onto the porch and then waited for Jaeger to unlock the door.
Jaeger grabbed his small bag from the backseat of the driver’s side and strode to the door as Wren carefully scrutinized him. The marshal definitely had a chip on his shoulder.
“Is there a problem with the accommodations, Mr. O’Riley?” Wren couldn’t miss the disdain in Jaeger’s voice.
“No, there isn’t. Actually I was thinking how beautiful it is here and how this would make a nice vacation home,” Wren replied.
“Well, don’t get too comfortable. We’re not here for a fucking vacation.”
Wren nodded and accepted Jaeger’s attitude and waited patiently as he punched a code into the panel and unlocked the door. Jaeger brusquely entered before him and offered no help with the bags.
Wren plopped them on the ceramic-tiled floor at the entrance and then did a three-sixty of the large, open room. The cabin truly was beautiful. Under other circumstances Wren could picture himself being fucked by the marshal in front of the large stone fireplace. Jaeger Tripp was just his type—bad-boy attitude, soulful voice, and a strong chiseled jaw. His legs went on forever, and Wren imagined himself wrapped around Jaeger’s tapered waist. They might be the same height, but Marshal Jaeger Tripp had a good fifty pounds on Wren’s slenderer body. He looked as if he could lift a small car.
“Marshal, should I put the bags someplace specific or leave them here on the floor?” Wren moved farther into the room where the ceramic tile turned to dark, notched-wood floors. Besides the large fireplace, the living space had two striped sofas in reds, blues, and tans, with accenting pillows and a large braided rug. The kitchen, although it appeared slightly older, was clean and contained a small table and two wooden chairs. The one thing Wren noticed right away was the coffee pot on the counter. What he wouldn’t do for a cup of coffee, but he dared not ask.
There’s two bedrooms down the hall, last two doors. Toss my bag in the last room and yours in the second.” Jaeger motioned with his head as he made for the front door. “I need to get the cooler and rest of the bags. I’ll be right back.”
With that, Jaeger walked out the front door into the dusk. Wren strode down the hall, passed a bathroom on the left and a closed door on the right, and then came to what would be his room. He left his bag in front of the door and proceeded to move to the last door, open it, and enter with the marshal’s bag. The room was decorated in a country motif, and the focal point was a large, heavy wooden bed. Wren wondered if the marshal slept in the buff. A man could dream. The door to a separate bathroom was open, and Wren could see a large claw-foot tub. Nice.
Wren wondered if the government bought the cabin already made or if they had it built to suit their needs—secluded enough to attract no attention, yet within some distance of civilization.
Wren opened the door to what would be his new sleeping quarters and placed his bag on the quilt-covered bed. The room looked very much like the other bedroom, just a tad smaller and minus its own bathroom. He’d have to use the one in the hall.
He made quick work of unpacking his meager belongings, placed them in the chest of drawers, and stowed the bag in the closet. He heard movement outside his door but tried to keep his mind off the marshal. He grabbed his toiletries, stored them in the extra bathroom, and stopped in front of the third door in the hall, which was open—the door closest to the living space.
Wren’s pants tightened when he saw Jaeger’s taut, jean-clad ass. Jaeger was leaning over a chair, banging away on a keyboard. The temporary distraction gave Wren pause. He shouldn’t be lusting after the man who was assigned to protect him, especially when he held Wren in such disdain.
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About the Author
Evelise Archer is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She is a new-found lover of tea, and don’t look in her office because what you find may astound you. She currently has twenty tins of tealeaves just waiting to be brewed for her drinking pleasure. She is bilingual, lives in one of the original thirteen colonies, and is a lover of the cold weather and snow. It’s a safe bet that you may find her on the beach in the autumn and winter, but rarely in the summer. She’s been married for over thirty years to a loving man who puts up with her obsession to clean—she currently owns three vacuum cleaners—, read, and spin a tale when the voices speak to her. When she’s not in front of the computer, search her out in the local gym.
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  1. That was a beautiful short story.
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  2. Aww. So nice.

  3. That was so sweet. Thank you

  4. Such sweetness!

  5. Love the concept of this series.

  6. Awwww pretty cute story xxxx

  7. That story gave me a cavity. LOL. It was so sweet. Thank you for sharing.


  8. Jason and Jesse wow what a love story. Can't wait to read black knights .

  9. Very nice. Thank you

  10. Sweet story. I hope to see more of your Sierran Sawtooth Pack series soon!

  11. Sweet story

  12. I love that love letters had them meet. Lovely story. The blurb was intriguing also

  13. I love Jason and Jesse!
    How they meet is so romantic!

  14. Beautiful spring story and interesting series to look into.

  15. Sweet beginning.

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  17. WOW...tbr pile is growing.

  18. Would love to hear more...

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  19. Really good story... Thanks for sharing.

  20. love this story, Thank You.

  21. Thank you for this story. It was lovely.

  22. Love this. Thank you.

  23. Loved it thank you

  24. If only these stories were longer thank you

  25. Awww, beautiful story.

  26. Such a sweet story.

  27. cute story

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  28. Love this sweet story. Thank you for sharing.

  29. Loved it. Thanks for sharing your gift with us.
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  30. Wonderful story!
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  31. Thanks for sharing, loved it!

  32. Sweet story. Thanks!


  33. Loving the WWII reference.

  34. Love through the ages. Wonderful

  35. So cute!

  36. How sweet. :)

  37. OMG how sweet loved it as I live in Pa and have been to the flower show once lol thanks for the short

  38. Very sweet story. Loved it.

  39. Very sweet and the Black Knights intrigue me.

  40. Cute and sweet, thanks for sharing.

  41. Thanks.