Monday, June 29, 2015

Bitter Bite by Erin M. Leaf


Bitter Bite — by Erin M. Leaf now available!

Menage (MMF), Erotic Romance, Vampires, May/Dec, Suspense, Paranormal, Horror
Word Count: 46,700
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772334067
pages: 140


buy links: Evernight – Amazon – ARe – Bookstrand

Alaric Normand is a solitary predator, so when he meets a man who kindles long-dormant emotions, he dismisses the attraction. What does he need with a lover? A consort bond spells nothing but vulnerability for a vampire who’s been alone for five centuries. 
Ex-priest Gideon Keegan has lost his faith, so when he witnesses a supernatural killing, how does he accept the reality of evil? And why does he feel attraction for such a violent individual, especially when he’s already in love with someone else? 
Everyone thinks Hannah Ward is an innocent, but she knows the truth: she’s done terrible things, and so she hides her affection for Gideon. She isn’t worthy of love, yet when a handsome stranger kisses her she falls hard, despite her sense that something is wrong. How can she have feelings for two men at once? Must she choose between the dark and the light?

Story Excerpt:
Alaric shook his head. “You’re not a priest. I would’ve sensed it.”

“I’m not a priest anymore,” Gideon said softly, suppressing the familiar stab of anger. Leaving the priesthood had been the toughest thing he’d ever done.

“But you used to be.” Alaric half-smiled. “Well, well. How interesting.”

“It’s only interesting to me. Now get out of my way,” Gideon said, trying to shoulder past.

Alaric grabbed him again, this time shoving him up against the wall. “Not so fast, my dear. I’m not done with you yet.”

Gideon flushed at the words, feeling more turned on than threatened, though why, he didn’t know. This man had, after all, attacked two people that he knew of, and possibly more. Alaric was dangerous. Of course, you’re not an old man like that poor sucker outside was. You can take Alaric down any time you want. Strength doesn’t trump balance, he reasoned, breathing deeply to center himself. He glanced at Hannah again, needing to know if she could see him stuck in the corner with Alaric, and found her watching them.

When their eyes locked, surprise chased across her face, probably because he and Alaric looked like they were embracing. She had no idea he liked men, too. As his former student, it wasn’t any of her business, dammit, but it looked like all his secrets were about to be exposed whether he liked it or not.

“I’ve seen you looking at the pretty bartender,” Alaric murmured softly, leaning in as if he was about to kiss Gideon, or possibly bite him. “She seems young for the job, and oh so sweetly innocent, especially for this place. Those gorgeous brown eyes are staring at us, you know. She looks shocked. Do you think she likes watching us together? Is that why she’s working in a gay bar?”

“Leave her out of this.” Gideon put his hands on Alaric’s wrists and squeezed, but he couldn’t break the vampire’s grip. “And let me go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Alaric chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He leaned in closer. “I bet she’d enjoy watching us kiss.”

The image Alaric painted aroused Gideon more than he wanted to admit. Angry now, he tried again to escape, squeezing harder. When that did nothing, he kicked out with a foot.

Alaric pushed up against him roughly, using his body to hold Gideon immobile against the wood paneling. “None of that, Gideon. Let me have my say.”

Gideon gritted his teeth when he felt Alaric’s cock pressing into his hip, thick and hard. God, it felt good. “Fuck you,” he said, slightly breathless. Shame washed through him. He hadn’t tried very hard to get away, and the truth was, he liked being manhandled like this.

“Perhaps I will let you someday. I’d enjoy that very much,” Alaric said, smiling slightly. “But what of the girl?” He cocked his head slightly, blue eyes luminous. “She likes you, my dear. I can sense it.”

Gideon swallowed an angry retort. The creature was playing with him. “She’s innocent. Leave her alone.”

“If you tell anyone what you saw outside, I’ll have to take steps,” Alaric whispered threateningly.

Gideon flinched when Alaric’s lips touched his temple. His cock was hard now, too, and aching. He resisted the urge to rub himself against Alaric’s strength. “What kind of steps?” he asked instead, like a fool.

Alaric inhaled. “God, you smell good.”

Gideon’s breath hitched.

“Did you know I like both men and women?”

Gideon honestly wasn’t surprised, not after the way Alaric had noticed Hannah. “What kind of steps?” he asked again, more forcefully.

“Perhaps I’ll ask your girl out. Take her dancing.” Alaric touched his mouth to Gideon’s lips and kissed him softly. “I’m sure I’d enjoy tasting her like this.” He kissed Gideon more aggressively, licking inside and taunting with his tongue.

Gideon choked on a moan as Alaric held him against the wall and ravished his mouth. He felt himself weakening and bit Alaric’s lip, warning him he wasn’t some damsel in distress. He couldn’t let his guard down, no matter how desperately aroused he felt being constrained like this.

Alaric chuckled. “Mmmm. I like that. Bite me again.” He rubbed his cheek against Gideon’s. “Or perhaps I’ll bite you. I bet your blood tastes sweet as candy.”

“What are you?” Gideon asked, breathing harshly as another pang of heat shot through him. God help him, but he wanted to drag Alaric into the darkness and fuck him until he couldn’t think straight anymore.

Alaric leaned back. His blue eyes had bled to midnight again. “I’m exactly what you think I am, my dear.”

Gideon’s heart knocked against his ribs, hard enough to hurt. “Don’t touch her, or I swear—”

“I won’t, as long as you keep this delicious mouth shut,” Alaric said, kissing him again.

Author Details:
Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E. Blossom.
Twitter: @erinmleaf

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Erin M. Leaf


Friday, June 26, 2015

BETTER THAN GOOD by STORMY GLENN

BETTER THAN GOOD
Cade Creek 6
Available Now!
Harvey James was as bad-ass as they came. A former enforcer for biker gang, he now owns the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill. He has firm rules about the kinds of people he allows into his bar. So, when several of members of his former gang show up, he’s wary. His apprehension turns to outrage when he’s offered a beaten down man in exchange for free drinks on the house. Knowing he needs to rescue the young man, he accepts the deal, starting a series of events that tests his strength and strips him of his fine-honed control. Because Joey Baker isn’t just a man to be bartered, he’s a man Harvey wants to keep.
The last year of Joey’s life has been pure hell. Kidnapped and held captive by a man that derives pleasure out of torturing others, he finds himself being traded for a round of drinks. Rendered unable to speak due to the abuse he has suffered, Joey has no way to protest or ask for help, so when it comes, Joey doesn’t trust the help that is offered, or the man that offers it.
When Harvey and Joey are faced with an impossible situation, finding common ground may prove to be harder than they thought. The lack of communication combined with the growing desire between them adds tension to an already dangerous situation. When the man that took Joey comes back for him, learning to trust each other may be the only way to save them both.

STORY EXCERPT
“On your knees, you stupid bitch!”
Harvey James’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowd for the person belonging to that voice. He knew that voice and it meant nothing but trouble. He had spent a lot of time and money making sure the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill was a place for people to relax, not get drunk. He refused to allow riff raff into the place.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Harvey’s teeth grind together, a fine line of rage riding along the edge of his nerves. He allowed people to be abused in his tavern even less than he allowed the idiots that got too drunk to be respectful of others.
Harvey wove his way through the dancers on the floor in the middle of the bar, his instincts drawing him to the far corner of the main floor. Someone had dimmed the lights in that corner or broken them. The shadows surrounding the area weren’t supposed to be that dark.
Reaching the edge of the dance floor, he wanted to growl…or punch something. If he had known that the Dirty Dozen had somehow made their way inside his tavern, he would have taken a match to the place and burned it to the ground—preferably with them in it.
There weren’t many people in the world that Harvey hated, but there was a reason that he had left the Dirty Dozen Motorcycle Club. Besides the fact that he didn’t like the power plays going on between those coming up in the ranks, he despised the man that was at the top of the pile looking to be top dog.
Razor Malone was an idiot, plain and simple. The man had not a single brain cell in his head and a shit ton of muscles to back it up. He used his strength to get what he wanted, which was pretty much anything anyone else had, and he didn’t care who he had to hurt to get it. Why he had been allowed into the motorcycle club would forever be a mystery. The man needed to be put behind bars, or in a psych ward. He was nuts.
And who in the hell named themselves Razor, anyway? Life was not a B-rated biker flick.
Harvey stopped a few feet from the tables in the corner. His eyes flickered to the man kneeling on the floor for a brief second before going back to the asshole holding him there by a handful of hair.
It was easy to see that the guy on the floor was in pain, and no doubt terrified. His big hazel eyes dominated his pale face as they silently screamed in anguish. Not a sound passed his lips, almost as if he knew it would do him no good.
“Well, well, well,” the man in the chair mused. “If it isn’t Harvey James.”
Harvey crossed his arms. “Razor.”
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“I do own the place, Razor.” And the calculating look in Razor’s eyes said that he knew that.
“You don’t say.” A sly grin crossed the man’s lips.
Harvey tilted his head. “What do you want, Razor?”
“Well, seeing how we’re old buddies and such, how about free drinks on the house?”
“No.” And more than that, hell no!
“One round of drinks, then, for old time’s sake.”
“No.”
When Razor went to stand, the fingers he had tangled in hair pulled, making the man on the floor whimper in obvious pain. The sound seemed to remind Razor that the man was there, as if he could forget he was abusing someone.
“I’ll tell you what, you give us a round of drinks on the house and I’ll let my bitch suck your dick.” Razor yanked hard and the small dark haired man fell against him before scrambling back into his kneeling position. His entire body shook as if he thought he had just committed on offense that would get him punished.
He probably had. Razor always liked keeping his pets in fear of him by way of his fists. The bruising Harvey saw on the small man’s arms and neck attested to the fact that he had been punished more than once.
If Harvey’s teeth ground together any harder, they’d shatter.
“No.” Harvey refused to add to the man’s punishment.
Razor licked his lips, giving Harvey the impression that the man was jonesing for some alcohol, which was odd considering he was sitting in a bar. Harvey started to get a nagging suspicion that Razor and his buddies were broke.
Yippee. Harvey could kick them all out.
“One round of drinks and I’ll let you have his ass.”
“I won’t take your leavings, Razor,” Harvey said in the calmest voice possible considering he was about to reach out and wrap his fingers around the moron’s throat. “I didn’t when I was part of the Dirty Dozen and I sure as hell won’t now.”
“I ain’t fucked him.”
Ignoring the overwhelming urge to beat Razor’s face in, Harvey’s eyes dropped to the man on the floor. How was that even possible? Razor fucked anything with a pulse, and Harvey suspected a few things without a pulse.
How could he have this man as his pet and not fuck him? Granted, the guy was young but Harvey doubted that had stopped Razor before. Again, not something he could prove, just a feeling he had. But at least the kid looked legal, barely.
But beneath his bruises, he was also gorgeous. He had big hazel doe-like eyes that reminded Harvey of someone that was young and innocent and terrified to be pushed out into the big wide world. He looked like he didn’t understand why he was being knocked around by Razor, almost as if he couldn’t conceive of that type of brutality.
“How long has he been yours?”
Razor shrugged and glanced away but not before Harvey saw the calculating glint come back into the man’s eyes. “A couple of months.”
“And you haven’t fucked him?”
“Naw, man, you know I only fuck pussy.” Razor was lying through his teeth…both of them. Harvey had seen Razor fuck men before, but he only did it when he thought no one else was paying attention.
Being gay in a motorcycle club was kind of like signing your own death warrant. The only reason Harvey had survived was because he didn’t advertise that he liked men and he had the muscle to beat the shit out of anyone that hassled him.
“One round of drinks for one hour with your boy.” Harvey couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. His only excuse was the need to get the kid somewhere and make sure he wasn’t being held captive by Razor. He wouldn’t put it past the asshole.
“Done.”

ADULT EXCERPT
Harvey groaned as a silky hot suction surrounded his dick. He flexed his hips, driving his cock further into the warm heat. God, when was the last time he had felt something so damn good? His fingers curled into the sheets as he thrust his hips forward until the head of his dick brushed against the back of someone’s throat. The suction grew stronger, a tongue swiping along his rigid length.
“Close, so close.” Harvey was riding the edge of an orgasm. He just needed a little more to toss him over into the abyss. Harvey reached down and curled his fingers into the hair of the man sucking him off, not in the least bit surprised that the man looked like Joey in his fantasy.
Joey had been starring in every one of his sexual fantasies for the last week. Like an untried school boy, Harvey had woken more than once with the results of his dreams splattered all over his chest. It seemed this time would be no different, especially since Harvey had long stopped trying to fight the dreams and just gave in to them.
When the suction on his dick moved down his entire length, Harvey stiffened, knowing where this was going to go. He held his breath, waiting, aching. When the fingers caressing his balls moved further back, one lone finger breaching his ass, Harvey cried out and filled that sweet mouth with spurt after spurt of his release.
When fantasy slowly became reality, Harvey drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He really needed to stop fantasizing about Joey and maybe find someone to get laid. He was supposed to be protecting the guy, not turning him into a sex object.
He just couldn’t seem to help it.
The doctors had wanted to keep Joey for observation when they went to the hospital. Joey would have none of it. He struggled and whimpered, big fat tears sliding down his face until Harvey intervened and said Joey could stay with him. Now, a week later he had the sweetest, sexiest man on the planet sleeping on his couch.
Well, most of the time. When Joey’s nightmares started—which they usually did every night—Joey ended up in bed with Harvey, sprawled across his chest. It seemed to be Joey’s new favorite place, and Harvey didn’t mind all that much. He liked holding the little slip of a man in his arms.
It was just too bad he couldn’t keep Joey.
He blew out a deep breath as he opened his eyes and—“What the fuck?”
Harvey’s heart pounded away at a ferocious pace as he scrambled back across the mattress from the man kneeling between his thighs—the very naked man. Sweet hell, he was really, really naked.
“Joey, what in the hell are you doing?”
Big hazel doe-like eyes blinked up at Harvey from the end of the bed. Sweet mother of mercy, was that a drop of cum on Joey’s chin?
Harvey groaned, partly due the fact that he realized his fantasy hadn’t been a fantasy at all, and partly because he really liked seeing his cum on Joey’s face. There was something primal about marking the man. The urge to cum all over Joey was so strong, Harvey had to curl his fingers into the blankets to keep from reaching for the man.
“Baby.” Harvey rubbed his hand up over his bald head. “You can’t—” Surprise sent Harvey’s eyebrows up to the top of his head when Joey reached up and held his finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence.
Joey was pure seduction as he crawled up the mattress from the end of the bed and pulled the sheet away. He might have just come but by the time Joey straddled his thighs, Harvey was hard as a rock.
The feel of Joey’s soft skin brushing against his dick was almost more than Harvey could handle. He sucked in a hard breath as his hands slid over Joey’s thighs, holding the man still. If Joey moved an inch, it would be all over—for both of them.
“Joey, baby,” Harvey groaned. “You don’t know what—”
Harvey couldn’t do anything but shudder when he felt Joey’s lips press against his. He ached for the man and had almost from the first moment he set eyes on him. He had been fighting his desires for days. It was becoming a constant struggle, one he was pretty sure he was losing.
“Joey, you don’t know what you’re doing.” There was no way he could know, not unless his intention was to get thrown down on the mattress and ravished until he couldn’t sit or walk. And Harvey was a hair’s breath away from doing just that. 
“Baby—oh god!” Harvey’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Joey leaned forward and licked a line up his collarbone. The feel of Joey’s tongue on his skin made Harvey’s entire body shudder and pulse.
“Please, please tell me you know what you are doing.” Harvey was so not above begging right now. Even though he knew this was a really, really bad idea, he didn’t think he could stop from taking what Joey seemed to be offering, not when he wanted it so damn bad.
When Joey’s hands smoothed up his chest, Harvey grabbed the man and rolled him beneath his larger body, wedging his leg between Joey’s thighs. He searched Joey’s eyes for any sign of fear or reservation. If there had been a single glimmer, Harvey wouldn’t have asked his next question.
“Are you sure, Joey?”

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Yours All Along by Roni Loren

Four years after an accident tore their friendship apart, Hunter and Devon are living separate lives. Hunter is now the all-America hero—a congressman’s son and a pro pitcher in Houston preparing to marry his beauty-queen girlfriend. Devon is in Dallas running a new restaurant.

But when Hunter unexpectedly shows up in Devon’s bar, Devon can’t turn him away. Damn it if the man isn’t still gorgeous. But engaged? Hell no. All he’s doing for Devon is bringing back memories of their college-roommate days, and the night their relationship went too far. Turns out Hunter has never forgotten it either.

Now Devon can’t help but be drawn in all over again by the only guy who’s ever gotten close enough to break his heart. Maybe one more night together would be enough for both of them to finally move on. Or maybe one night will change everything…

http://www.amazon.com/Yours-Along-Loving-Edge-Novella-ebook/dp/B00USMCMYW/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Review:
I loved this book! There was so much raw passion and love between Hunter and Devon, it was beauty to behold watching them come together and putting all their issues behind them and just live. Roni Loren put all she had in this Novella! Devon and Hunter belonged together, my favorite parts are their flashbacks it put the reader right there with them, Awesome book!

Saturday, June 6, 2015

TO TAKE A KING by Stormy Glenn

TO TAKE A KING
Venusian Trilogy 1
Coming June 4th
Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters from Mars. Vampires come from Saturn, humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...he just doesn't know it yet.
Nicolas Callon had no idea that his life was going to change the day he turned twenty five. He had simply been hoping to spend a little time with his best friend and secret crush Cooper Walsh. But nothing turns out like he had hoped. From interfering ex-girlfriends to aliens from outer-space, Nicky’s day just goes to hell.
The one bright spot is Cooper, and the passionate interlude they share mere moments before Nicky’s life turns upside down. As he whisked away to parts unknown, it might be all Nicky has to keep himself sane because being told he’s king of the galaxy pales in comparison to watching the man he loves get shot before his very eyes.
If Nicky can find a way back to earth, he might have a chance of making his birthday wish come true. If not, then everything he has gained as king will be meaningless.  
http://www.bookstrand.com/to-take-a-king

STORY EXCERPT
“Well, fuck a duck.” Nicolas Callon glanced down to see what had tripped him.
Nothing.
Nada.
Not a damn thing.
Rolling his eyes, Nicky turned and continued walking around the outdoor tables of the sidewalk café. This wouldn’t be the first time he had tripped, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. If there was something for Nicky to trip over, or nothing at all, he tripped. He was a certified klutz.
He was just glad the bottled waters he carried hadn’t been opened. More times than he cared to remember, he had ended up tossing his drinks all over whoever was around him when he stumbled.
Nicky’s gaze darted to where his best friend sat as the jazz music played softly in the background. They were sitting outdoors of the café, but Nicky had had to go inside for the water. It wasn’t quiet summer yet and a gentle breeze blew off the mountains to stir strands of his hair. He tucked them behind his ear as he stopped at their table.
“Here you go, Coop.” He held one of the bottles out to his best friend—and the man he secretly dreamed of every second of every day. Cooper smiled up at him as he took the bottle, the deep dimples on either side of his face surfacing.
And that right there would be why Nicky lived and breathed for Cooper Walsh.
He was the most gorgeous creature ever created. Taller than the average man by more than a few inches, Cooper was the epitome of masculinity. From his wide shoulders and broad chest to his thick thighs and long legs, Cooper was every gay man’s wet dream in one big bear of a package.
His raven-black hair curled around his face as if trying to caress his golden skin. His copper eyes twinkled when he laughed. And his lips…oh, Nicky had fantasies about those plush lips, and all of them involved the two of them being buck-ass naked.
Unfortunately they would never be more than fantasies.
Nicky sighed as he took a seat next to his friend and he unscrewed the cap on his water. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off of Coop as the guy talked to a few of their friends.
Cooper Walsh was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. He had taken Nicky under his wing after defending him in the sandbox when they were five years old, and had been defending Nicky ever since. Cooper was also a compassionate friend who never batted an eye when Nicky cascaded through his turbulent and sometimes erratic emotions.
But friendship only went so far, and the buxom blond on the other side of Cooper was proof enough that the man was most decidedly not gay. One fateful kiss when they’d both had way too much to drink—a kiss that Cooper quickly put an end to—did not make the man gay. And that meant that Nicky could dream until his balls turned blue and shriveled up but it wouldn’t get him any closer to living out a single one of his fantasies.
Cooper waved a hand in front of Nicky’s face. “So, what do you think?”
“Huh?” Nicky blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around to find all eyes on him. Heat suffused his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”
Cooper chuckled as he playfully bumped their shoulders together. “We thought we’d head on down to the lake and go swimming. You game?”
Nicky glanced at the blond bimbo hanging onto Cooper as if he’d escape if she let go. The calculating gleam he could see in the woman’s blue eyes unnerved him. She might seem bubbly and clueless but there was something about her that set Nicky on edge.
He didn’t like her.
“No, you go on ahead. I’ve got some painting to do.” Sort of. It was true he had painting to do but he always had painting to do. That was what he did. But he could have taken the afternoon off if he really wanted to. He really did, but not with an entourage of other people.
“Ah, come on, Nicky,” Coop wheedled as his smile spread wider. “Get out and smell the fresh air. I’ll bet it gives you some inspiration.”
“Oh, let him go, honey,” Little Miss Barbie Boobs said as she pressed said boobs into Cooper’s arm until they threatened to pop right out of the top of her pink-and-white striped string bikini top. How she stuffed those voluptuous breasts into a top that small was beyond Nicky, and probably most of the scientific community.
Nicky’s eyes narrowed when she trailed a finger up Cooper’s neck to the bottom of his ear before leaning in to whisper—rather loudly—”We could have a good time, just the two of us.”
The smile slid from Cooper’s face faster than Nicky could blink. “I told you when you showed up that it was Nicky’s birthday and I’d be spending the day with him. You said you understood.”
Judie stood and took a step back, obviously feeling the heat of Cooper’s anger. It was never good when the big man became heated. “Well, I…” Judie smiled sweetly, her voice lowering to what she probably thought was a sultry tone. It wasn’t. For Nicky, it was more like fingernails down a chalkboard. “I just thought since he wanted to go paint that we could…”
Nicky tuned her out and got up, heading toward the street when Judie began trailing her hot-pink nails over the edges of Cooper’s gray tank top. There were some things a love-struck man shouldn’t have to deal with. Watching Barbie Boobs fawn all over Cooper wasn’t one of the things he could stomach.
He’d rather have his balls snipped with rusty sheers.
After walking two blocks, a black truck pulled up beside him and slowed. Nicky’s lips twitched when the truck kept pace with him, which was a slow stroll. Cooper didn’t say a word as he pushed the passenger door open.
Nicky kept walking.
Cooper kept driving.
Nicky sighed as he stopped and turned, his hands landing on his hips. He waved one back behind Cooper’s truck. “You’re holding up traffic, you know.”
“No.” Copper eyes twinkled with amusement. “You are holding up traffic.”
Nicky crossed his arms. He shot a quick glance to the two cars idling behind Cooper before looking back at the gorgeous man. He eyed the empty seat then lifted an eyebrow in query. “Where’s Barbie Boobs?”
Cooper’s shoulders lifted and then fell. “Having cotton stuffed in her ears to stop the rapid loss of air.”
Nicky sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it to keep from laughing. It took him a moment to regain his composure enough to talk. “Are you supposed to say something like that about your girlfriend?”
Cooper’s expression turned to a suspicious grimace as he rested both hands on the steering wheel and looked out the front window. “Judie is not my girlfriend.”
“Does she know that?”
Cooper looked Nicky right in the eyes. “She does now.”

ADULT EXCERPT
“Kiss me, Nicky.”
Cooper refused to take no for an answer. He knew once Nicky forgot to be afraid and realized Cooper was truly interested, the man would accept what was between them.
Cooper leaned forward and covered Nicky’s mouth, using his tongue to tease Nicky’s lips apart. Nicky groaned and within seconds, he was pressing into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Cooper in. Cooper devoured Nicky’s lips, licking, sucking, teasing. He kissed a trail from Nicky’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Nicky. His hands swept over Nicky’s naked chest and down to his hips.
When Cooper glanced down at Nicky, the man’s golden-blond eyebrows were ups somewhere around the top of his head. His eyes were wide and round. Shocked.
“Did you like that, baby?”
Nicky nodded wordlessly.
“Then you’re going to love this.” Keeping his eyes locked with the man soon to be his lover, he swallowed Nicky’s straining erection, wrapping his lips around the flared head of the man’s cock. The taste of pre-cum exploded on his tongue and he knew he wanted more.
The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of Nicky’s cock trickled over his tongue. Cooper prayed he was doing it right as he licked those drops away. He had never given a blow job before. Cooper might have had his fair share of sex in the past, but only with women. He had kept this part of himself for Nicky.
Cooper slowly pushed forward until he felt the cock nudge the back of his throat, and further still, letting his throat muscles relax until pubic hairs tickled his face. He heard a swift intake of air and then Nicky shuddered.
Encouraged by Nicky’s response, Cooper began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hallowed as he moved Nicky’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He ran his tongue over the slit at the top of Nicky’s cock and then under the edge of the crown.
Wanting more contact, Cooper grabbed the edge of Nicky’s shorts and worked them the rest of the way down the man’s legs. He released Nicky’s cock and leaned back, his breath catching at the sight of the debauched angel in front of him. Cooper seriously doubted he would ever see anything so stunning again.
His beautiful Nicky laid there, thighs spread wide, pearly drops of cum gathering on the tip of his hard shaft as it stood up from his nearly hairless groin. There was a heated flush to Nicky’s skin that made him glow, but it was the need in Nicky’s green eyes that drew Cooper more than anything.
Had anyone in his life ever looked at him with such want?
Cooper refused to take his eyes off the man he had been waiting years for, not now when he had Nicky right where he wanted him. He blindly reached over and opened the glove compartment, rooting around until his fingers landed on the tube of slick he kept in there for times when his fantasies of Nicky became too much and he needed a little relief.
Cooper popped the lid open and squeezed a fair amount of lube out onto his fingers. He had watched a lot of videos and practiced anal sex with some of the women he had dated over the years, but he had never done anything with a man. He had been saving that for Nicky.
The women he had been with in the past were just that—in the past. Knowing Nicky held his heart, Cooper never made the women he dated any promises beyond a few stolen moments of fun. It had been a way to pass the time while he waited for Nicky to realize they were meant to be together, and to learn how to make Nicky feel more pleasure than he ever thought possible. Cooper wanted to be experienced, but there were some things that were sacred.
Cooper dropped the tube of lube onto the seat beside Nicky’s hip and then trailed his fingers over the man’s balls, watching them shrink up before moving them down further. He smirked when Nicky’s soft inhale spilt through the air.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Co–Coop, wha–what—”
Cooper heard the confusion in Nicky’s voice, but he also heard the pleasure. Nicky was starting to fly high. Cooper intended to send him into the stratosphere. He pressed the tip of one finger into Nicky’s tight ring of muscles, pushing forward until he was up to his knuckle.
Nicky’s entire body seized, a low keening cry falling from the man’s lips. Cooper glanced up as he pushed his finger deeper and watched Nicky’s thick eyelashes flutter. Cooper had spent years watching and reading the emotions that flowed across Nicky’s face. The ecstasy flushing his cheeks wasn’t one he had ever seen, but he knew he’d do everything in his power to see it again. It was almost more imperative than breathing.
“So beautiful, Nicky,” Cooper said as he added a second finger to the first, moving them slowly in and out of Nicky’s ass. He could feel Nicky’s thighs stiffen under his hands and knew that Nicky wouldn’t take long to come.
He leaned down and closed his lips completely around Nicky’s cock again, sucking his length all the way down until his nose was buried in the soft curls at the root before pulling back again. Cooper licked a long path from the tip of Nicky’s cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. He felt Nicky’s hand tighten in his hair as he started moving his fingers faster, thrusting them into Nicky’s tight ass and then pulling them out, every time searching out that little gland of pleasure.
Cooper took Nicky deeper into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he slid the cock to the back of his throat and then took the heated flesh down his throat. Cooper eagerly licked at the erection as he moved his head back. By the time he reached the slit on the head of Nicky’s cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and started dripping down the sides. Cooper eagerly licked at each drop until his mouth exploded in flavor.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Caleb’s Avenger by Sydney Lain


Caleb’s Avenger (Space Warriors 8)
Laird watched his family die. The tragic event turned him into a man obsessed with revenge. Determined to reach beneath the surface, Caleb tries to learn Laird’s secrets, but he ends up in mess after mess after Laird leaves him in the middle of different disasters. Will Caleb see through Laird’s lies in time to save his life?

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Story Excerpt:

He took a deep breath and forced stiff muscles to loosen. He needed to keep a low profile. That reminder helped him focus. Ready to face the stranger head-on, Laird looked up and froze.
None of his thoughts connected to his brain. It was like the bridge was blocked by a handsome face that made all those around him look like sad, wilting weeds. Those strong, chiseled features belonged more on a statue. This stranger was a prime specimen of warrior. Laird’s heart beat faster as his throat became dry. Nerve endings sizzled to life, stirring his cock awake. He swallowed. No one had ever elicited such a response from him.
“How about we go somewhere and talk about your hobby?” Mixed within the words was a promise for something more than a conversation.
Standing on the street and being shocked by the turn of events almost had Laird nodding, then following behind the warrior like some pet shop whore. The confusion wore off and he remembered the reason he was waiting.
“No. I don’t go anywhere with strangers.” This time he forced a glare. Laird just needed to keep reminding both of them that they were nothing more than strangers.
The stranger nodded in approval, which only annoyed him more. Like he needed this man’s approval for anything, but that’s not what bothered him. Laird had liked receiving it. How long had it been since someone complimented him?
“I’m Lieutenant Caleb Crestforth, the Defiant’s first officer.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”
The hand edged closer. He cringed back, acting like the approaching arm was a flaming torch that wanted to set his body on fire.
“Someone not interested in exchanging names with you.” His response met another of Caleb’s nods of approval.
“Good. Not a pushover.” Caleb gave him a half smile.
Now he was even more annoyed, not something he thought possible. “Look here. Others might appreciate your approval, but not me.”
Muscles flexed before Caleb folded both arms over his chest. Laird took a step back and waited for the fist, ready to drop to the ground to avoid it before running away.
“You think I’m going to hit you?”
He rolled his eyes. “I put nothing past you, stranger.” He let the word stranger roll slowly off his tongue. Laird might know this man’s name, but that wasn’t enough to make him anything more than a stranger.
Just before Caleb could reply, heavy footsteps stopped him.
“We found you.”
Laird froze. He recognized the cruelty without having to see the man’s face. He’d been so preoccupied with Caleb that he forgot to watch for the real bad guys. Three men approached from behind, and with Caleb blocking his front, Laird felt trapped.
This was all Caleb’s fault. He shook the blame away. Thinking like that wouldn’t help him. Besides, this stranger was a warrior and most likely Warsarian. Unlike Laird, if it came down to a fight, Caleb could take care of himself. Warsarians had a reputation of cold ruthlessness. They were the deadliest warriors in the universe. That gave him a wicked idea, but his survival always came first. He had two important reasons to get out of this mess alive and, hopefully, unharmed.
“Boss, they found us,” Laird said as he turned to face Caleb. He batted his eyelashes at the Warsarian. The shocked expression on the warrior’s face made him a little more devilish. He gave the warrior a mischievous wink before turning to the men that worked for Taurus.
“Go away before my boss”—not sure if the men were as stupid as all of Taurus’s lackeys, he pointed his thumb at the man behind him—“Caleb Crestforth gets angry. You don’t want to see him angry,” he warned, knowing full well that these men would be drawn in by his words and not chased away by the threat of death. Some people had no survival skills. Caleb was a fierce warrior. His mere physical appearance would’ve sent smart men running away.
The men stared at his “boss.” Their eyes narrowed as they ignored him and surrounded Caleb. Laird took a step back and placed Caleb between him and his would-be attackers. Men this stupid couldn’t see the dangerous warrior ready to rip heads off. Laird slowly backed away. He never wanted to face Caleb’s anger, and right now, he was the only one that Caleb should be angry with. Rather than wait for the warrior to figure that out, Laird continued backing up.
“What are you planning?” Caleb asked.
He gave Caleb a sad smile, but the warrior only had eyes for the threat looming closer. Laird liked the handsome, overfriendly stranger, but Caleb needed to learn not to talk to strangers. The world was full of men that would screw a man over like he’d just done.
“I’ll head back to our ship.” Then he added a larger nail to Caleb’s coffin. “The Defiant has everything onboard. Take your time and play.”
Caleb turned briefly to glare at him, but Laird wasn’t sure what made the warrior angrier. It could’ve been the way Laird tossed him to Taurus’s goons without explaining the situation, or perhaps it was giving away the name of Caleb’s ship.
Since the Warsarians had arrived with the Elvarian king, warships floated in space, orbiting above the atmosphere, and docked on the planet. Taurus’s men would look for the Defiant, but they had to search through a lot of areas to find it. If their attackers managed to escape, they’d go after Caleb’s ship. No matter the outcome, these men would spend more time trying to get the better of each other while Laird focused on fixing his ship and destroying Taurus.
Laird slowly backed up. He met Caleb’s glare and smiled. He mouthed the words thank you. The warrior rolled his eyes and nodded. Caleb wasn’t angry. He seemed to want him far away from the fighting. Now, he wanted to stay. Under normal circumstances, he might have done just that, but his two reasons for getting away were more important than anyone or anything else. As Laird turned the corner, Caleb, strong and magnificent, readied for battle. Taurus’s men didn’t stand a chance.

Adult Excerpt:
“What are you feeling?” Caleb asked.
When he looked up, the warrior’s eyes had turned from warm honey to the color of blood. “I’m not feeling anything,” Laird said. The lie tasted like lemon juice on his tongue.
Caleb arched an eyebrow. “So if I were to lean in, what would you do?”
Caleb moved closer. Laird found it hard to breathe. He turned his head and Caleb pressed his nose against Laird’s neck.
“Do you like this?”
Caleb’s warm breath tickled his skin. Then lips pressed into the crook of his neck.
“You have a lifemate,” Laird said, trying to remind his brain why this couldn’t go any further. “You’re not free to pursue more.” While Laird wanted to spend his nights getting to know the warrior, his heart would get too attached. The attraction sizzled between them. He needed to sever the bond before it ripped out his heart.
“Yes, I do have a lifemate.” Large hands pushed back his hair. “The color is beautiful, almost white, and so soft.”
The gentleness in Caleb’s tone seemed so alien coming from such a strong man. His heart thumped painfully inside of his chest.
“The moment I saw you on the street, I needed to know more. When I got closer, I knew that you were mine.”
Laird froze. It couldn’t be true? He shook his head, refusing to let the dream grow into something real.
“Ask?” Caleb’s voice lost a little of the gentleness. The commanding tone forced Laird to look into the warrior’s blood-red eyes.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No. If I’m wrong, I don’t want to know.”
“What if you’re right?”
Laird shook his head. “Can’t take that chance.”
“Yes, you can. Now, ask.”
He was helpless against Caleb’s intensity. “Who is your lifemate?”
Caleb’s hands pressed into the sides of his face, holding it still. “You are, Laird. I protect what’s mine. No one will ever hurt you.”
Caleb leaned closer. Their lips touched and Laird forgot how to breathe. The warmth penetrated him and he felt it down to his toes. Just when Laird thought he would never find his way back, the lips were gone. He groaned out a weak protest, but before he could voice his objection, Caleb was pushing him back toward the bed. Laird went like an eager student ready to learn everything he could about the warrior that walked into his life and gave him hope.
Hands pulled off his loose tunic.
“I want your clothes off.”
Laird nodded in agreement. Skin-to-skin was what they both needed.
“I want you so bad my cock aches for relief,” Caleb admitted.
“Then there’s no problem. I want you deep inside, opening my ass up, and filling me.” Laird was being brazen, considering he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Oh, his body wanted to be claimed, but he still had unfinished business on Elvarian. Until Taurus paid, he couldn’t be selfish. But it was only one night. Before he second guessed his decision, Laird’s back landed on the bed. Then Caleb was on top of him.
The warrior’s weight was a comfort that left Laird longing for more. He wrapped his arms around Caleb’s neck and pulled the warrior closer. Warmth nibbled along his ear and Laird was panting. His arms landed at his side on the mattress. Fingers moved down his chest, rubbing at his nipples. He threw back his head and tried to suck in air. Breathing had become nearly impossible.
“That’s it. Show me how much you like to be touched.” Caleb’s voice had Laird arching off the bed. “For days, you’ve wanted this. Every morning, I smelled your desire.” Caleb pressed his lips to Laird’s neck before moving up to his ear and whispering, “I’m going to ride your ass and drown on your moans.”
He let out a low groan and a whispered, “Please.” He needed Caleb like he needed air. He rubbed his fingers over hard muscles and purred in delight. This man was all power, and he belonged to Laird.
As if sensing his thoughts, Caleb’s teeth bit lightly down on his chest. It hurt a little and brought Laird back down.
“If we do this, you will be mine. Not for one night, but forever.”
A part of him hoped that was true, but the cynical part knew forever didn’t exist. People died, betrayed, and left him. Still, no one had ever made him feel this wanted. Not trusting his voice, he nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. Caleb’s red eyes demanded a verbal response.
“Yes, please.” He felt his skin darken. When Caleb chuckled, Laird relaxed. Fingers ripped at his pants, and he heard the fabric tearing at the seams.
“Now, I’m going to have to walk the corridors flashing my naked ass.”
Caleb growled and he shivered in response. That sound would have frightened him coming from anyone else, but this was Caleb above him. His cock jerked at the possessive tone, as it demanded to be owned. Little bumps danced across his skin as his body readied for more.
“‘Lifemate’ means you’re mine. I’m the only one that will see your naked ass.” Caleb’s hands slid beneath him. Fingers grabbed his ass and squeezed before pulling him onto the warrior’s lap. Those fingers continued to knead his rear, turning him on even more. Caleb pulled both cheeks apart. Cool air danced across his opening. Then a finger rubbed against the sensitive entrance.
“I’m going to be in here soon, claiming you.”
That’s what Laird was hoping for. He nibbled on his bottom lip as Caleb pulled him closer. He lay against his mate’s chest while still straddling Caleb’s muscular thighs. One of them was overdressed, and it wasn’t him.


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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Beck & Call: The Billionaires by Emma Holly

Beck & Call: The Billionaires (The Billionaires) by Emma Holly - Romance>BDSM
Women can’t keep their hands off billionaire Damien Call. The mysterious mogul has it all: fast cars, killer looks, and a brain that just might be his best asset.

Mia Beck loves her job at a PI firm. Her coworker Jake stars in most of her daydreams, so seeing him everyday is no hardship.

Jake hasn’t believed in human goodness since he worked black ops for the CIA. Romancing innocent Mia is unthinkable, no matter how enticingly submissive she seems to be. Then a case of corporate espionage forces them to pose as a dom/sub duo, to catch the eye of accused wrongdoer Damien. No fantasy is off limits for this voyeur—until the attraction the pair exerts lures him to go hands on . . .

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Excerpt:
A smile flirted around Damien’s mouth. “Before we sign my proposed agreement, would you two consent to a test of your chemistry? I’d like to confirm that the electricity you generated at Audition wasn’t a fluke.”

“Here?” Mia asked, startled.

“We’re private,” Damien assured her.

“This is your workplace.”

“So it is.” Damien flashed a grin that made him look more like a pirate than a sober captain of industry. “I thought, perhaps, you’d like to turn the tables on your friend.”

The CEO caught Jake unprepared. Lust streaked through his veins and heated his genitals. Damien wasn’t the only one with a hard-on then.

Mia blushed and stammered. “I’m not . . . I don’t . . .”

“We’ll keep it simple,” Damien soothed. “No whips. No chains. Just you in control of him. Do you think you’d enjoy that?”

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Review
I had the pleasure of reviewing this book and I must say it's awesome! I loved the characters in this book, Mia already loves Jake her co worker and who doesn't love the Billionaire Damien, just his presence alone is breathtaking! Put all three together and it's TNT a powerful explosion! I'd love for her to revisit them, it was just to short, I wanted her to keep writing!