Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Between the Lies, Club Syn, book 1 By Draven St. James

Between the Lies, Club Syn, book 1
Draven St. James

Professor Graham Darrius leads a double life, everyday he enriches the lives of students, but at night he struts the stage as Ebony Powers at Club Syn. The two personas cannot mix, which is an easy rule to follow until a sexy man from Iowa stumbles through the door.
Spencer Neil, has never stepped foot into a gay bar and holy shit did he get more than he’s ever imagined. What did he know about drag queens, go-go boys and heated exchanges in dark corners? The world he lives in is academic and predictable. At least until he meets Graham, and sees that sometimes all is not what it seems.
Beneath the shock of discovery, misunderstandings, silk stockings, and wicked instruction Graham finds himself falling for Spencer and Spencer finds he’s getting a whole different kind of education.


Dr. Darrius left his spot behind the podium and navigated in the opposite direction of Spencer, toward the end of the other row, but nearer to the students. “I’m sure in some of your classes this week, you’ve played those silly little get-to-know-you games. What do you aspire to be? What’s your favorite pastime? Which pompous pretentious so-and-so from the history books would you most like to have dinner with?” A few nervous chuckles rippled through the hall. Dr. Darrius didn’t break stride. “You can probably guess by now, but we’re not going to do that here. You’re not here to play games. Everyone will get to know one another throughout the term, and I will come to understand what your abilities are in that manner. I have no doubt there will be times when you tell your friends and family how much you despise me, but I’m willing to bear the brunt of your hatred to help you flourish in your love of writing.”
Graham’s husky laugh followed the statement, and the hairs on the back of Spencer’s neck stood up. That sound was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
Dr. Darrius stopped two seats away from where Spencer sat, and addressed the center rows. “So, here is how this goes.” He held up his hand and ticked off items. “We’ll review the syllabus, start on chapter one of…”
Everything else Dr. Darrius said disappeared as shock knocked all Spencer’s systems off-line. He gripped the sides of his desk to keep from jumping to his feet and grasping the man’s face to get a closer look. This kind of scenario didn’t happen in real life. It was too much of a coincidence. Too much bad luck. Too much…just too much. Mixed identities. A hot club-bathroom quickie. A sturdy lectern conveniently situated in front of a room full of sexually frustrated twenty-year-olds. Dear God, he’d walked right onto the set of a porno. And sure as shit, he was fucked. Except this time, it wasn’t in the good way.
He shook his head. Offtrack, Spence. This had to be some hallucination brought on by way too much jerking off. Maybe he was dehydrated?
At that moment of brain freeze, Dr. Darrius turned to Spencer’s quadrant of the room, and Spencer was pinned by the same deep chocolate-brown eyes that mocked and teased him in his memories. Eyes that briefly widened before Dr. Darrius cleared his throat and strode to the podium once more.
Ebony was Dr. Graham Darrius. No fucking way.

Spicy Excerpt

Spencer’s head dropped forward. God, his cock throbbed at the feel of Ebony’s body so near. The spicy scent of Ebony’s perfume filtered through his aroused brain. He couldn’t get his muscles to cooperate and turn to face his temptation.
“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”
The touch of fingers along his back had him tensing with need but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever whimpered plea might have escaped. He’d spent years suppressing his sexual nature, so the tendency toward silence was automatic by now. It was far more difficult to make himself let out noise of any kind, much less anything intelligible.
“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body, and Spencer swayed toward the touch.
“Stay,” Spencer whispered before he could rethink the word, but he knew he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him, his body sure as hell wanted…needed.
The warmth of Ebony’s body caged him in the small space, like a furnace. The click of the lock being set into place had his heart speeding. What am I doing?
“And what would you have me do?” Ebony murmured, pressing close enough Spencer could feel the definite outline of a hard-on against his ass. “With you all alone in here?”
Spencer wished he’d had time to read a book on bathroom hookups, or maybe watched more porn. “I have no idea.”

I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books.  My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous.  It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.

Draven St. James

Thursday, March 31, 2016

BAILEY by Stormy Glenn & Bellann Summer


Battle Bunnies 1

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 29th
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to love.
As a Battle Bunny, honed in the fires of hell, Bailey fights every day just to function. Blind since birth, the skills he learned to protect himself after years of torture at the hands of a sadistic scientist keep him alive, but nothing can protect him from the mate he discovers on a rescue mission.
Harvey Blackstone watched his brother die a slow agonizing death from behind the bars of the cage he had been tossed into. He vowed revenge on those that took his only family, if he survives that long.
When the doors opened and the most stunning man he had ever seen steps inside, Vey is close to death. Discovering the man who rescues him is also his mate seems like a gift from the gods. Claiming Bailey is not the same as keeping him safe. The scientists that kept him prisoner are after them all, and it will take more than a family of Battle Bunnies to keep them all safe. It will take a miracle.


As the man crept across the room he held out one hand, covered by a thin black glove, about a foot away from his hip. The tips of his fingers encountered the rim of the table that held Gerard’s gutted body. The hood of the man’s coat covered most of his face, but Harvey could see the man’s nostrils constant flaring. A tiny flame of hope glowed deep inside Harvey’s icy being.
Could this man be a paranormal?
The man stopped moving before the door made of heavy metal bars that completed Harvey’s prison cell. He lifted his hand until the gloved palm was mere inches from the door and held it there.
A croaking whisper, all that was left of Harvey’s voice, broke the silence. “Electricity is running through the metal. It will knock you out cold if you touch it.”
The man lifted his head. Harvey’s stuttering heart stopped beating. Before him was an angel with golden skin, full lips, and pale milky eyes. He was an angel in black.
“Does the locking device on the door have one light or two that tell you when it’s safe to open?”
Harvey couldn’t answer for a moment. He was too star struck by the pure melody of the man’s voice.
“We need to hurry,” the man urged.
“There is a green light directly above a red light about two inches to the left of the door’s latch,” Harvey answered.
As he spoke he noticed the man’s beautiful wide milky grey eyes weren’t focused on him, but staring off above his head. Shit, they were dead men. There was no way a blind man was getting him out of this grim pit of vipers.
The man withdrew a plastic credit card from his deep coat pocket. The small square patch of silver on the front reflected a kaleidoscope of colors under the harsh lights of the lab. He held the card out between his thumb and index finger,
“This card needs to push the latch like you would open a regular locked door,” the man explained. “Can you use the words, right, left, higher, and lower to help me guide the card into the latch?”
“The electricity will melt that card and probably kill a little thing like you,” Harvey pointed out.
“It’s a special card," the man ordered in a clear crisp voice. "Now talk."
In the past, Harvey would have taken on any man who tried to give him orders. But those days, like his freedom, had been stolen by evil. Now, he didn’t have enough strength to make a fist much less hit anyone.
It took more than a few slow precise instructions, but minutes later the door swung open with an ominous squeak, triggering the hairs on the nape of Harvey’s neck to rise in alarm.
As the small man stepped into his cell, he said, “My name is Bailey.”
“I’m Harvey. Call me Vey,” Vey answered watching Bailey come closer.
Through the stench of decay another scent reached Vey. It wrapped around him, its sweet smell tantalized every nerve in his body. Want, desire, and need screamed through his veins. It made him crave. It made him yearn.
But above all, it made him thirsty.
There was little moisture left in his withered body. Through starvation, blood depravation, and torture, all that was left of Vey was leathery thick, gray skin, covering a skeleton.
When Bailey stood at his side and began exploring his body, Vey had to close his eyes and gnash his teeth together to withstand this new torture being inflicted on him. Bailey’s scent of honey and fresh greens overwhelmed him.
“I need to get these bands off,” Bailey’s low whisper tickled against his ear.
Vey groaned as what little that was left of his stomach turned itself inside out. His mind began screaming, “Need…need…need.”
Bailey knelt and Vey opened his eyes in time to see the man pull a pen out of his pocket. He pressed the top and a stream of bright laser light burst out of one end.
“I’m sorry,” Bailey said. “It cuts through the iron like butter, but it will also burn you. My brother, Basil, says it isn’t a bad burn, but like any burn it will hurt.”
“Do it,” Vey said, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He wanted to take a bath in a river of blood. He wanted to roll around in it until he was stained permanently red.
A line of fire sliced through the skin on his ankle. Seconds later his toes curled as he concentrated on withstanding the burn to his other leg. Bailey stood and fire lit up Vey’s waist and then his neck.
Vey froze. He could only take slow breaths hoping his thundering heart wouldn’t pound out of his chest. Bailey was cutting the last band holding him against the wall. “Need…. Need…Need,” screeched through his system again.
Small strong hands pushed against his chest holding him upright. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Vey opened his eyes and looked down at the pretty dark haired man. While baring his fangs, Vey lowered his head to the front opening of Bailey’s coat and struck. His teeth slid easily into Bailey's soft skin.
Rich, thick, ambrosia coated Vey’s tongue and slid down his throat. With every swallow, his strength returned. With every swallow of Bailey’s essence, they became one. Mouthful after mouthful had Vey’s heart recovering from shock treatments. Scars from operations performed while he was still awake healed. Missing parts of organs now regrew. Hair sprouted from his head.
And Vey’s mind cleared.
Minutes, hours, or maybe it was just moments later, Vey found himself sitting on the floor with Bailey on his lap. Fists no longer pounded at his body. Pulling his fangs free Vey saw Bailey was ash white and barely breathing. Stark fear gripped him. The more his body and mind healed, the more certain Vey became that Bailey was important to him.
In a panic, Vey used an overlong fingernail to cut into a thick vein near his neck. Cupping the back of Bailey’s head Vey pressed the smaller man’s lips against the blood pumping out of the wound.
Bailey latched on to his neck like a starving man. Vey smiled at his thoughts. Bailey was starving after what Vey had taken. Something inside told Vey it was now his job to willingly give up whatever Bailey needed.
The doors of the lab burst open and a muscular man in black stepped through with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. “Get away from him,” the man shouted before he started growling.
A shaking hand pressed against the bare skin of Vey's chest. Bailey’s weak voice rang out, “Don’t hurt him, he’s mine.”


“Vey, you need to eat. You have to be starving.” Urgency filled Bailey and he tried to scramble out from under the bigger man. He soon learned he wasn’t going anywhere Vey didn’t want him to go. Trapped in Vey’s embrace, he surrendered to his mate’s strength.
“I’m starving for you, little one,” Vey countered, then demanded, “Feed me.”
Bailey reacted by tipping his head up for Vey’s kiss and lifting his legs higher letting the big man’s body in closer. A hard cock poked against Bailey’s stomach leaving wetness in its wake.
The kiss he expected didn’t happen. Instead razor sharp teeth scraped over his neck followed by a tongue lovingly laving over the sting. Vey’s body shifted and a finger dipped between Bailey's ass cheeks and brushed against his hole.
Bailey froze.
Vey’s upper body lifted up. “What is it, beloved?”
Bailey bit his lower lip, trying to come up with a way to spit out the detested words he had to say. Finally he just blurted out the truth, “I’m a virgin.”
Bailey couldn't see Vey's reaction but he sure felt it when the man inhaled a shaky breath and shuddered against him. "You are a treasure beyond value, my beautiful mate."
Bailey groaned and arched up into Vey when the man's sharp teeth scraped along the underside of his jaw line. As sharp as they were, Vey could end his life in a single second, and yet, Bailey trusted the man to keep him safe.
Wanting to give back to his mate as much pleasure as he was receiving, Bailey ran his hands over the thickly corded muscles of Vey's back, ignoring the prominent bones sticking up. He needed to care for his mate in all ways and if this made Vey happy, then Bailey would willingly give himself up to the man. He could bring him food later.
"Do you have lube, little one?"
Bailey's face burned fiercely as he shook his head. "I don't need it."
"Bailey, I will not—"
Eyes rolling heavily, Bailey sighed. "I'm a bunny shifter. Bunnies are known for their...stamina. Because of that, we naturally lubricate." Man, he was going to die of embarrassment.
Vey's voice was deep and thick when he spoke, "Do you?"
A moment later, Bailey inhaled swiftly when a slick fingers circled his tight ring of muscles. Pleasure blossomed through Bailey, wiping away his fear. He groaned deeply as he tried to spread his legs even further apart.
"Vey." This was nothing like when he touched himself. This was much more intense.
"Have you ever had anything in this pretty little hole of yours, mate?"
Bailey whimpered as he turned his face into Vey's chest. There was no way on Earth he could ever answer that question.
Fingers grabbed his chin and forced his face up. A light kiss was pressed against his lips, gone before he could fully enjoy it. "There will be no secrets between us, little one. I do not ask to embarrass you. I need to know these things to insure that I do not frighten you or harm you in some manner."
Bailey swallowed hard before admitting, "Just my fingers."
"Like this?"
Bailey cried out as a slick finger pushed into his ass. As big as Vey was, his fingers were far larger than Bailey's. He was pretty sure he had never had anything that big in his ass before. The burn that gripped him morphed into pleasure so intense, Bailey was positive he was actually seeing stars.
He clutched at Vey's shoulders when the man began to move his finger, dragging it slowly out before pushing it back in again, the movements growing faster and more frequent with each pass. By the time another finger was added, Bailey was pushing back against the intrusion, needing more.
Aching for more.
"Look at you, my sweet," Vey crooned, giving Bailey no doubt that the man was watching his every reaction. It was a little disconcerting but not enough to pull Bailey away from the sensations running rampant through his body. "You take to your passion so beautifully."
A third finger pushing into his ass made Bailey hiss and arch up, the burning stealing his breath. There really had never been anything as big as all three fingers in his ass. For a moment, Bailey wasn't sure he could handle it. He bit his lip to keep from begging Vey to pull his fingers out.
And then they moved and brushed against something deep inside Bailey's ass that made him cry out for another reason all together. Bailey went bowstring taut, his body awash in a level of ecstasy he had never felt before.
"There it is," Vey murmured. "That is the spot, is it not?"
Bailey couldn't even nod. He just lay there as his body soaked in every wonderful stroke of Vey's fingers in and out of his ass. When Vey's lips latched onto his nipple and gently bit down, Bailey's mind went blank.
His mouth dropped open, a long pleasure filled moan ripped from deep in his soul. His cock pulsed as he erupted, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out until he didn't think there was an ounce of cum left in his body.
He heard a sucking noise and his face heated when he realized Vey was sucking the cum off his fingers. He was equal parts aroused by that knowledge and embarrassed that he had come again so quickly. He had no stamina what so ever.
He was also greedy.

Sunday, March 20, 2016


Author A.E. Via




Edited by: Tina Adamski

Cover Artist – Jay Aheer


Release Date: March 20th, 2015


Roman “Quick” Webb is one badass bounty hunter on the crime­filled streets of Atlanta. He’s

fearless when it comes to carrying out his dangerous job alongside his longtime best friend and

business partner, Duke. However, there is one thing that has begun to cause Quick concern and it’s

the dreadful thought of living out the rest of his life alone. Seeing his best friend and his son fall in

love and sharing the special connection that only true soulmates can, has made him all the more

aware of what’s lacking in his life.


Dr. Cayson Chauncey has been wildly attracted to the big, tattooed hunter for almost a year, ever

since he performed the surgery that saved Quick’s best friend’s life. Cayson must’ve mistaken

Quick’s gratitude for something more, because the one time he tried to make his desires known, he

was harshly rebuffed and left on the man’s doorstep feeling stupid for hitting on an obviously very

straight man.

Cayson never dated a man who was willing to come out of hiding and be with him. Now at almost

forty, Cayson is intent on no longer being anyone’s dirty secret. Having experienced countless

disappointments, and having taken a stand not to fall for any more tricks, Cayson is more than a little

skeptical when Quick comes around asking for a second chance to prove himself. The gorgeous

man had already made it clear he was definitely uninterested in Cayson... or so he’d thought.

Dr. Chauncey stirred up Quick’s suppressed, most carnal desires from a place deep down inside of

him. He’d reacted so badly the first time that now his sexy surgeon wanted nothing to do with him. It

was going to take a fair amount of patience and a whole lot of wooing involved as Quick sets out to

convince Cayson that he’s worth another chance and that he is the brave lover who Cayson has

been looking for.

With a scorned ex and a very dangerous job thrown into the mix, Cayson’s happiness and all of

Quick’s promises may not be as easy to keep as they’d hoped.



A.E. Via is still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her

writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include

intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her

family—a husband and four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white

Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn


While this is only her eighth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her

– she loves that - because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed

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Thursday, March 17, 2016

TO LOVE A KING by Stormy Glenn

Thursday, February 25, 2016


Scent of a Mate 7
available now!
Reece Marshall isn't happy about being pulled away from his undercover assignment for the Feline Council, but one doesn't argue with a summons from an elder. Discovering he's been brought before the elder as a potential guardian to a new alpha makes him wish he was back on his mission.
Šílené Bolond never wanted to be an alpha, but forces greater than him seem to think he should lead the Blackthorn Pride. When five enforcers are presented to him as possible guardians, one stands out. Šílené's heart breaks when his offer of submission is rejected, and he realizes his dream of having a mate will never be realized.
But the forces that made an omega an alpha have other plans. When Reece's undercover assignment becomes too dangerous, the only safe place to go is to the pride of the one man Reece craves, but can't have. With danger and betrayal around every corner, Reece and Šílené have to turn to each other if they want to survive, and they just might find love if they can survive that long.

“I am sure you have heard of the challenge against Randal Cresson by now.”
Again, Elder Hamilton received five nods.
“From what we have been able to gather, Alpha Cresson was involved in some rather archaic practices where his pride was concerned. Word has reached us that he has been systematically executing those he felt weren’t feline enough, and abusing others. Those he went after were given no choice but to comply with his orders or offer reparations for whatever offense he felt they had perpetrated.”
“That’s against pride law,” Boston Elliot said with a curl of his upper lip that was pure disgust at Alpha Cresson’s actions. “How was this discovered?”
Hamilton paused to consider his words and their effects on the men he had brought to his office. “It would seem that he chose to pick on the wrong pride member, and he paid for it with his life.”
Alarm settled on more than one face.
“At first, we thought it was a fluke.” Hamilton tugged on his goatee, rubbing the dark, bristled hairs between his fingers. It was a nervous gesture he’d tried to quit more times than he could count. “But then, the new alpha was challenged by two separate competitors within minutes of winning the challenge against Cresson. He fought them both, back to back, killing his opponents without a break or even time in between challenges.”
Hamilton could see that the five men were impressed by the lifting of their eyebrows and the widening of their eyes. He had to admit he was as well. The law required at least three days between challenges because it was nearly impossible for a combatant to fight two fights to the death without some time to recuperate in between.
For someone to fight two challenges back-to-back without even a few minutes’ break between fights was unheard of. For those two fights to come within minutes of another was not only unheard of, it was nearly impossible to imagine.
It took unnatural strength.
“Those that witnessed the fight said they had never seen anything like it. I’ve been told that Šílené Bolond fought with such skill and determination that it was like the hand of Bastet herself guided his movements.”
In mythology, Bastet was reported to be the goddess of cats, protection, joy, dance, music, family, and love. If people were saying Šílené fought like the goddess Bastet seemed to be guiding his movements, then not only had he fought like a true enforcer, but Alpha Cresson deserved to lose. The gods only favored those with true hearts, and everyone knew it.
“If this man truly won the challenge…” Tre Marshall said, a bit of indignation in his voice, but only a bit. He was speaking to an elder after all. Respect must be shown. “Then why have you called us here? I’m not going to fight a challenge rightfully won.”
A couple of the other men nodded their agreement.
Reece flicked his toothpick.
“No, no.” Hamilton waved his hand to dismiss that thought from their minds. “I would not ask that of you. The challenge was won fairly and has been acknowledged by the Feline Council. That is not why you have been called here.”
Hamilton stood and walked over to his liquor cabinet. This might require just a bit more than liquid courage. He pulled out six small crystal glasses and his best scotch, pouring some in each glass.
Grabbing his own glass, he turned and gestured to the others to grab a glass as he took his seat again. “Gentlemen.”
The five powerful enforcers stood and walked over to each get a glass. Hamilton could easily admit to himself that he was a little intimidated by the large men. They all stood inches above him. He just wouldn’t admit it to them and he had enough control to be able to hide it from everyone.
“I find myself in an unusual position, gentlemen,” Hamilton said once everyone had a drink in their hands. He stared down at the amber-colored liquid for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “This new alpha is obviously a very powerful one. He has proven that. He’s just—”
The office door opened with a bang and everyone turned to toward their visitor. Hamilton watched as each enforcer stared at the newcomer with complete and utter shock. Hamilton pressed his lips together to keep from laughing as the man danced around to music only he could hear. It was quite a spectacle. He hummed an off-key tune, his hips swaying back and forth as he waltzed across the room toward Hamilton.
A smiled curved Hamilton’s lips when a flower was tucked into the pocket of his dress shirt and an affectionate kiss was pressed to the top of his head. He couldn’t think of a single person in the world that would dare kiss him on the top of his head, not even his mother. Yet, this man did it like it was something he did every day, and it was. Hamilton had received such a kiss every day since the young man arrived at the manor house.
When the unusual man danced out from behind the desk and began heading in the direction of the five powerful enforcers, Hamilton saw something he never thought he would see in the eyes of such powerful and legendary enforcers.
Pure unadulterated fear.
They were terrified of a slip of a man with platinum blond hair that was spiked and frosted at the tips, fingernails painted every color under the sun, and a pink tutu over his black skinny jeans. Hamilton doubted they had even noticed the eyebrow piercings yet. He wondered how scared they would be if they knew about the piercings under the man’s clothing.
The young man danced up to Boston and slid a pink flower into the pocket of his black dress shirt. He skipped past Clint Harper, but placed a yellow flower in the pocket of Tre’s shirt and a red flower in Boone Marshall’s pocket.
When he stopped in front of Reece, he stared up at him for the longest time. The air itself seemed to be holding its breath as the two men stared at each other.
Even Hamilton’s eyebrows shot up when the colorful man stuck his tongue out at Reece and then danced right out the patio doors as if he had never been there, leaving five very confused enforcers in his wake.
Hamilton stood and walked over to the double doors that led from his office to the stone patio on the side of the house and pulled them closed. Amusement flickered through Hamilton when he saw the young man dancing around on the green grass just beyond the edge of the patio. Laughter bubble out of him when he turned and found the bravest enforcers in the territory staring past him as if they weren’t certain what they had just seen, but they were afraid to see it again.
He clasped his hands together in front of him as he met the confused—and shocked—eyes of the enforcers he hoped were brave enough to take on the task he was about to set before them. “And that, gentlemen, is the new alpha of the Blackthorn Pride.”

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Wulfgang by Erin M. Leaf

Wulfgang (Bad Oak Boys #3) — by Erin M. Leaf now available!

Amazon and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller!

Gay Romance, Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 54,250
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772337099
pages: 150

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – AReBookStrand

After years in the military, Wulfgang Marrok has had enough. He wants nothing more than to settle down into quiet normalcy and live out his life. Unfortunately, the moment he meets his music history professor, normal and quiet disintegrate beneath a sudden metaphysical connection he didn’t think was possible. His mother is a werewolf, but he didn’t inherit her abilities… until now.
Silas River desperately needs a break from life as Bad Oak’s drummer, so he dons a disguise and heads to a sleepy little town to teach music. Of course, life always fouls up the beat: the moment his fated mate walks into his classroom, his dormant wolf side wakes up and demands attention.
For shifters, instinct trumps solitude. Werewolf politics and violent enemies trump peace. Can Silas and Wulfgang’s new bond survive murder and a loss so deep that Silas almost destroys himself trying to soothe the pain?

Story Excerpt:
Wulfgang closed the front door behind him and followed his professor to the bath. Forest flicked on a light, illuminating slate tile floors and a gorgeous granite-topped vanity.

“There. Sit on the edge of the tub,” Forest said, rummaging around in the cabinet above the sink.

“This isn’t a tub. It’s a freaking pool,” Wulfgang said, perching on smooth tile. “How the hell can you afford this?” He smoothed a hand over the edge of the tub. “You’re a teacher. Last I checked, you guys make enough to buy one cup of coffee maybe every other week and that’s about it.”

“I have my ways,” Mr. Sexy Professor said, dropping to his knees in front of Wulfgang.

Holy shit. Wulfgang caught his breath. Forest had popped out his blue contacts while he’d been gawking at all the tile and intense hazel eyes looked up at him. “Your eyes…” He trailed off as that sense of familiarity that had been dogging him for the past two weeks punched him in the gut. “Christ, you look familiar.” His cock pressed against the front of his jeans painfully. He wanted to grab the professor and mess him up until they were both desperate and dirty and very fucking satisfied. He clenched his hands into fists so he wouldn’t do something stupid.

Forest snorted. “They itch after wearing them all day, and since you already know they’re fake…” He shrugged. “Now hold still. This might hurt a little.” He reached up with a wet cotton ball.

Wulfgang leaned back. “What the fuck is that?”

“Peroxide. Don’t be a baby, Wulfgang.”

The professor reached out again, and this time Wulfgang let him get close. He hissed at the sting. “Ow.”

Forest pressed harder.

“Wow, you’re actually kind of mean,” Wulfgang said. Somehow, the pain in his temple didn’t help dispel his erection one bit. Probably because you have the sexiest man you’ve ever seen on his knees between your legs. He wished he could reach down and adjust himself, but that would definitely give his body’s condition away. As it was, he could still pretend that Sexy Professor had no idea how badly Wulfgang wanted him.

“My brother and cousins would agree with you. I have no mercy for the weak.” Forest blotted with the cotton, then ripped open two bandages. “Hold still.”

“I’m already holding still.” Wulfgang’s mouth had gone dry. He gripped the side of the tub surround like it would keep him from falling. Forest was close enough that the warmth of his body felt like a whisper against his skin. “Fuck, it’s hot in here,” he whispered.

Forest smoothed the bandages down over Wulfgang’s face. His fingers lingered just a tad longer than they needed to. “No, it’s not. Not with the air conditioner on.” He touched a thumb to Wulfgang’s lips. “You’re hot,” he said softly.

Hell. I want him bad. Wulfgang blinked as his mouth tingled. “What?”

Forest sat back on his haunches. “You can’t tell when a guy is making a pass at you?”

Wulfgang’s nostrils flared. Forest smelled like, well, a fucking forest. He smelled like home. “Why do you smell like pine trees?” He frowned. “And electricity?”

“Damn, you have no clue,” the professor said, and then he leaned up and kissed Wulfgang full on the mouth.

Wulfgang flailed for a moment. Then he sank his hands into Forest’s hair and held on. Mr. Sexy Professor knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed like a soldier on a mission: deep, hard, and intent on reaching his goal, which in this case felt like he was trying to drive Wulfgang over the edge in three point two seconds. Wulfgang shuddered and kissed him back, licking inside the man’s mouth. His head still hurt, but the pain paled in comparison to the inferno raging inside his body. He fisted one hand in Forest’s hair, then used the other to drag him closer. When the professor’s chest collided with Wulfgang’s cock, both men groaned.

“You taste like berries,” Forest gasped.

Wulfgang bit the man’s lip, inexplicably angry. And really turned on. “You’re no fucking professor, are you?”

Forest laughed. “Hmm, not quite.” He slid his hands up over Wulfgang’s thighs and pushed his thumbs into the crease where his legs met his torso.

Wulfgang’s dick jumped, wanting those clever fingers closer.

“My name isn’t Forest, either.”

Christ. Wulfgang grabbed the front of the ugly, oversized t-shirt cloaking Forest like a freaking burqa and yanked it off. Forest didn’t protest. When he was bare, Wulfgang’s gaze landed on the huge tree tattoo decorating the man’s right arm and shoulder. It lay on thick muscles like a damned signpost, mercilessly poking at Wulfgang’s memory. “Fuck. Who the hell are you?” He slapped a hand over the tattoo, then squeezed, relishing the solid reality of the man in front of him. Something wild surged through him. He wanted to bite this guy, this liar who kneeled in front of him and had the balls to drag him home and try to fix him. He bared his teeth.

Instead of running, like any sensible person would do, the professor snarled back at him and tipped his head slightly to the side. “Come on. Do it. I know you want to.”

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

Erin M. Leaf