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New Story

The Bee is starting a new story tomorrow. It is shorter than most and
with apologies to vamp fans, it is an HAU, but I promise that the
Sept. story is strictly Sunnydale Xan and vamp Spike. If you are interested
take a peek at the preview here and jump in tomorrow morning.
See ya then.




Title: Writer's Block
Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17 overall.
Paring: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing. Certainly not the characters or products
mentioned in this story and unfortunately, the Bee makes no profit from it.

Summary: This story is a light hearted comedy/mystery. It is only 23 chapters.

It is based slightly (very slightly) on the plot of the old movie
"House Of Long Shadows". It is an HUA that tells the story of a very successful
mystery writer, Alexander Harris, who is suffering from a severe case of writer's
block. Against his better judgement, he accepts a $10,000.00 bet with his
publisher after claiming he can crank out a full manuscript in a 24 hour period. This
short story is his struggle to do that and the bizarre obstacles that pop up.

Warnings: Sexual dialogue and M/M slashy acts.

Posting schedule: Since the Bee finds she is unable to attend Writer Con after all,
the posting will be daily till complete.

Preview:

Xander sat at the small round table and he sipped his latte. It was a glorious,
warm sunny morning and the outside cafe was packed with the elite and
casual rich that strolled along the street, shopping, relaxing and spending their
days unfamiliar with the concerns of the working class.

Xander scowled at their arrogance. Rich women walking fluffy poodles. Dogs
trimmed and clipped in much the same way his college boyfriend had done to
the hair around his dick back in college. In Xander's opinion, the dick wore
the do better.

Then there were the young girls and spoiled rich boys that would never earn
a blister or sore muscle from hard work in their lives. They all sported golden
tans, white teeth and perfect hair. Xander snorted at the shame of it all.

But the worst part, the part that he had the most trouble accepting was the
fact that this was his neighborhood. He lived here, worked here and, amazingly
enough, looked like he belonged. It was true, his last three books had been
wildly popular and sold more than he had ever imagined, making both him
and his publishing company very wealthy but it didn't change the man he was,
did it?
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