Saturday, November 22, 2014

FOREVER AND A DAY by Stormy Glenn

 
FOREVER AND A DAY
Wolf Creek Pack 11
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Samuel Erickson, a human and former blood slave, hates vampires with a vengeance.  He doesn’t trust a single blood sucker, except for maybe Sully, the vampire that saved him. But trusting someone and giving in to the desire that burns within every time he’s around the handsome vampire are two distinctly different things. When their lives are threatened and they have to fight side by side just to stay alive, the hatred Samuel harbors seems less important.
Sully Buckley, a vampire, despises humans just as much as Samuel hates vampires. Nothing good could ever come of their association. Sully has been telling himself this since he first set eyes on the frightened human. To his dismay, he was finding it harder to remember those reasons the more time he spent with Samuel.
Despite the issues between them, nothing can prevent Sully from running to the rescue when they are attacked by soldiers sent by Samuel’s father. When betrayal comes from within their ranks, Sully knows he has to put aside his hatred and fight for his mate or lose him forever, and he desperately wants forever and a day.
STORY EXCERPT
Samuel Erickson glanced up when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He wasn’t surprised when the door opened a moment later, even if he didn’t invite anyone in, and Sully walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Sully looked over at him for a moment then stepped over to the wall next to the door and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
Samuel could almost predict what the vampire would do. Sullivan Buckley had been coming into his room almost every night for nearly three months. The only time he didn’t show was when he was on a mission for his prince—another vampire.
Sully would search the room until he saw Samuel and then slide down the wall to sit on the floor next to the door. He usually brought a book or something to read, sometimes his Ipad.
Sully stopped trying to get Samuel to talk after the first week.
Samuel still couldn’t figure out why the vampire continued to come every night when he knew Samuel hated vampires. He loathed them. Every damn last one of them needed to be staked through the heart, slowly. Several times. Then maybe burned at the stake or drawn and quartered.
Well, maybe not all of them, but most of them. His brother Danny was mated to a vampire. Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle seemed somewhat okay. He made Danny happy and kept him safe. Samuel was grateful for that. The danger they were in on a daily basis from their psychotic monster of a father never seemed to lesson.
Maybe that was why Sully visited every night.
“Why are you here?” Samuel needed to know. He was no longer afraid of Sully, for the most part anyway. He still got a little nervous around the vampire. Despite the fact that Sully had rescued him from a life of hell as a blood slave and never made a single threatening move toward him, the man was still a vampire. He still drank blood to survive. Having been a blood slave for several months, Samuel could honestly say that it was something he never wanted to experience again in his life.
Sully’s eyebrows were raised as if the man was shocked to hear Sully speak. “You sleep better when I’m here.”
Well, that much was true. Samuel woke up screaming in the night if Sully wasn’t there. When Samuel had been a blood slave, the nighttime had been made of nightmares even when he was awake. That was when the vampires would come for him, after the sun set.
Samuel didn’t remember any of his nightmares, and for that he was thankful. But he knew they were bad. He woke screaming in a cold sweat. It took hours to calm down and feel like his heart wasn’t going to jump out of his chest.
Sully’s presence made him feel like he could breathe.
“Did you feed today?”
Sully’s dark eyebrow went up, just one of them. “You know I did.”
Samuel reached down and rubbed his stomach when it clenched. He tried to understand that vampires needed blood to survive but he just didn’t understand it. It was gross and terrible and humiliating.
Everyone tried to convince Samuel that it wasn’t a horrible act, that they weren’t forcing some poor soul to bleed for them. Samuel didn’t believe a word of it. He had seen how vampires fed. He had experienced the excruciating pain involved with being a blood slave. No one was going to convince him that it didn’t hurt or make him wish he was dead. Not even the vampire that chased his nightmares away.
“Is he alive?”
Sully’s dark eyes rolled, a smirk twisting his lips. “She is fine.”
Samuels gut tightened as Sully’s words scraped over his skin like a razorblade. He knew enough from eavesdropping on conversations and the things Sully said to know the man was straight as they came. He even preferred his blood donors to be female.
Samuel turned back toward the window. His thoughts were jumbled, sporadic. He was having a hard time pulling one together enough to have a complete thought. It shouldn’t have bothered him that Sully was straight, and yet it did. The man was a vampire. Despite what Danny said, Samuel knew nothing could ever come of the draw he felt toward Sully.
Hell, Samuel didn’t even know what the draw was. Just that it was there. His heart always beat a little faster until he saw Sully, his stomach knotting until the vampire was in the room with him. He felt…something when Sully was around. Safe, and yet afraid at the very same time.
His feelings toward Sully were confusing. He anticipated the vampire’s arrival in his room like the coming of the sun. And yet, the only way he could truly think of Sully was by not thinking of him as vampire. He didn’t really think of Sully as human, either. It was readily apparent to anyone looking at the physically imposing man that he wasn’t human. There was something feral about him, an uncivilized edge.
It was as attractive as it was terrifying.
Samuel’s entire body seized painfully as a series out loud pops sounded from somewhere outside of his room. The brash bangs were quickly followed by an earsplitting scream and several voices raised in volume.
Sully was on his feet and pulling the door open before Samuel barely got turned around. “Stay here!” Sully ordered as he hurried out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Samuel pulled the edges of his blanket up to his chin. The sounds of violence were growing louder, more dangerous. They were growing closer.
His heart pounding faster with each sound he heard, the fear building inside of him started to make his chest ache. Samuel jumped up and ran across the room, turning the lock on his door. It might not keep anyone out but it would slow them down some.
He hoped.
Samuel backed away from the door, watching the door handle intently. He wanted to know what was going on, and yet he didn’t. The fear of what might be happening was almost paralyzing. Samuel backed up until he hit the far wall, and then he wedged himself down into the spot between the dresser and the wall, trying to make the smallest possible target.
Samuel slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out when someone kicked at the door. Fear clogged his throat, blocking the air trying to escape in a blood curdling scream. Whoever was on the other side of the thick wood continued to kick at it until it splintered and the door crashed open.
“Samuel!”
For a brief moment, every horrible thing that had ever happened to him flashed before him. Samuel thought he was going to be sick.
Then the voice that was calling out for him took on a name and Sully’s face appeared before him. “Samuel, snap out of it,” Sully snarled as he grabbed Samuel by the arms and yanked him to his feet. “We need to go.”

ADULT EXERPT
“Damn it, Samuel.” It took all of Sully’s brute strength to keep Samuel from hitting him. He finally just wrestled the man against the hard stone all, pinning him there with his arms restrained behind him. “That is enough!”
“Get off me!” Samuel snapped.
“Not until you calm down.”
“Fuck you!” Samuel growled.
“Don’t temp me.”
Samuel froze. Not a muscle moved. If Sully didn’t smell the blood rushing through his veins or didn’t hear the man’s heart thundering in his chest, he might have thought Samuel was a mannequin.
“You don’t like men,” Samuel whispered. “You don’t even feed from them.”
Sully frowned as he released Samuel’s wrists and spun the man around. Samuel leaned back as if he needed the wall to help him stay standing. Sully wasn’t sure discussing his feeding habits with Samuel was such a good idea but he didn’t want the man to get the wrong idea about him either. For some reason, he wanted Samuel to think good things about him.
“I like men and women, Samuel, but I tend to lean toward men, which is why I usually choose women to feed from. Feeding can be very intimate and I don’t want to cross that line with someone that is just there to feed me.”
Sully’s eyes followed the movement of Samuel’s tongue as the man licked his lips. He knew he needed to keep his name in the game because this was a very serious conversation, but damn. That was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.
“I thought you chose women to feed from because you preferred women.”
“No.” Sully shook his head. “Many of my kind believe sex and feeding go hand in hand. I don’t. I believe it can, but only if both parties agree. I’ve seen too many vampires feed and go into a frenzy  where they didn’t even hear the word no let alone listen to it. I refuse to go there so I feed from women who, most of the time, don’t arouse me like men do.”
Samuel’s eyes narrowed to little slits of anger. “What men?” Almost as quickly as he had spoken the words, Samuel’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and he slapped a hand over his mouth. It was obvious he hadn’t meant to speak those words, but he had.
And Sully could no more have prevented the grin that spread over his lips than he could have stopped breathing. He moved a little closer, pressing his body against Samuel’s. “Does that bother you, Samuel, knowing I become aroused when feeding from other men?”
“No, of course not,” Samuel whispered but the emotion burning in his eyes said otherwise.
Sully inhaled sharply at the instant lust that filled him when the heady scent of Samuel’s arousal seeped into his skin, curling around his senses.
Samuel made Sully forget…everything.
Sully’s eyes locked onto Samuel’s tempting lips. They were made for kissing, for licking. They were made for him. Sully grabbed Samuel and slanted his mouth over his, trying his best to devour the man.
He wrapped his hand around the back of Samuel’s neck, curling his fingers in soft wavy curls, holding him close. Sully’s other hand slid up Samuel’s side, wrapping around him and pulling his body closer as he tilted his head for better access.
Samuel opened, allowing Sully’s tongue to do whatever the hell it wanted to. He explored the warm, wet cavern of Samuel’s mouth, luxuriating in Samuel’s sweet little moans.
Samuel’s hips cradled Sully’s thick cock. Arousal spiraled through Sully like a bullet ricocheting through a rubber room when he felt Samuel’s hard cock bush against his own.
Sully broke the kiss and inhaled the human’s enticing scent into his lungs. He unzipped the hoody and slid it off Samuel’s shoulders, followed by the weapon’s vest. Samuel didn’t need to be armed for what he had in mind.
He pushed Samuel’s shirt up to his armpits and ran his hand down the man’s slim chest. He let the warm pleasure of just being able to touch Samuel roll over him in waves as he began to trace patterns across Samuel’s stomach.
When he reached the waistline of Samuel’s jeans, he moved just a little lower and pressed the palm of his hand over Samuel’s erection. A course of lust shot through Sully’s groin when Samuel’s lips parted and a moan escaped his lips. Sully was fascinated by the sight, his dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
Hell, his cock was about to explode in his jeans.
“Sully,” Samuel groaned words Sully never thought to hear come out of the human. “I need, Sully.”
Sully tugged hard at the waistband of Samuel’s pants, and the buttons gave way. He pushed them down Samuel’s legs until the man could step out of them. With nothing beneath but skin, it was easy for Sully to cup Samuel’s cock, stroke him, make him want and need.
He slid Samuel’s shirt up farther, pulling it up and over Samuel’s head. Samuel raised his arms and allowed Sully to undress him. He tossed the shirt aside and then he ran his hands down Samuel’s chest, his thumbs playing at Samuel’s beautiful brown-hued nipples.
Sully’s fingers tightened, squeezing Samuel’s nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. Samuel bucked against him, pressing his chest harder into Sully’s hands. It was the most erotic thing Sully had ever seen.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Broken by Jessica Freely

Broken
When the closeted younger brother of a mob boss falls for the boss's latest acquisition, a rent-boy from Hong Kong, it's either suicide or one last chance for two broken men to rescue each other.



Published by Loose Id

ISBN: 978-1-61118-554-6

Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense
60,000 words


Excerpt:

It was Saturday night and Club 7 was packed with people in fancy clothes, dancing, partying, and shouting at one another over the pounding music. 
This was so not Eben's scene. But Nicky loved it here. Eben waded through the crowd of girls in skimpy dresses and guys in expensive suits. The mingled scents of cologne, perfume, and alcohol made his head swim.
Finally Eben made it to the roped off VIP section where Nicky held court. His brother sat on a leather couch with Jimmy and Paul Shawnessy. Rhonda, Tabitha, Goldy, and Chevonne were all over them.
Paul looked uncomfortable, but Nicky and Jimmy were enjoying themselves, feeling the girls up and sipping champagne.
"And here's the guest of honor!" said Nicky, spotting Eben. He rose, holding a bottle of champagne aloft. "What took you so long? Come on. Let's get this party started!"
Nicky drew Eben over to the couch. "Everybody, my little brother is twenty-one today." 
A cheer went up. Over by the VIP bar sat Bill William, Big Pete, and Sean Hoolihan. Their wives were there too, clustered around someone dressed in a tuxedo that Eben couldn't quite make out. 
Until Brenda Hoolihan bent to pick up her purse.
Xiu looked right at Eben. Their gazes locked.
All of Eben's breath left him at once. 
Xiu wore a black tuxedo that skimmed the lines of his slender frame perfectly. His hair was neatly combed, glossy in the dim light of the club. He held a glass of champagne in one hand.
He looked like James Bond.
"Here you go, bro." Nicky handed Eben a glass of champagne.
Xiu lifted his glass to him and drank.
Eben downed his in one long gulp.
"That's my boy!" said Nicky, pulling Eben down onto the couch. Eben lost sight of Xiu in the crowd. Just as well. His face was burning. At least he had the alcohol to blame it on.
"Got a special night planned for you, little bro," said Nicky.
Over his shoulder Jimmy grinned. 
Eben suppressed a shudder. Special usually meant fucking. "You shouldn't go to no trouble for me." 
Rhonda, looking glamorous with her blonde hair swept up and a red mini-dress clinging to her curves, leaned over, pressing her breasts against his arm as she whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, baby. Me and the girls got your back." She sat back, patting him on the cheek. 
Eben relaxed. Rhonda knew about him. She'd put two and two together a long time ago, but she never blew his cover. In fact, she made sure all the girls covered for him too. They even spread stories about him. The kinds of stories guys wanted girls to tell about them: how big he was, how he fucked like a machine.
As long as Rhonda was in on whatever big surprise Nicky had planned, Eben didn't have to worry
"You want another drink, baby?" asked Rhonda, standing up. 
"Can I have a beer?"
Nicky laughed and wrapped an arm around Eben's neck. He pulled him close and ran his knuckles over Eben's skull. But not hard. He was just playing. "That's what I love about this guy. We got thousand-dollar Crystal Magnums for his birthday, and he wants a beer." 
Nicky released Eben and leaned over the coffee table where a mirror with lines of blow sat. He picked up the mirror, did a line, and handed it to Jimmy. "Anyway, Paul, I'll fill you in on the rest when I have more specifics, in a week or two. But get ready. This thing is going to be big."
"Okay. Yeah." Paul glanced around at all the expensive clothes, the lush surroundings. "Now unless there's something else you need to talk about tonight, I'll be going."
"What? It's Eben's birthday."
Paul nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eben."
"Thanks Paul." Eben didn't mind Paul much. He was older. He'd been Da's advisor and he'd kept the Flannery family operating until Nicky came of age. No fuss about handing over the reigns at that point either. 'Course anyone could see Nicky was born to take over the family business. Paul was a smart guy, and no meaner than he had to be.
But that didn't mean he was immune to pissing Nicky off. "What the fuck? You disrespecting my brother's birthday?" A dangerous edge came into Nicky's voice.
 Paul raised his hands. "Not at all. I have the utmost respect for your brother, his birthday, and for you. But" -- Paul gestured to Tabitha and Goldy, who were making out while a bunch of the guys watched, and to Jimmy, who'd brought the blow to the bar and was sharing it with Bill, Pete, and Sean -- "I'm old school. This ain't my scene. In your da's day, we met at the Shillelagh, and it was either business, or serious drinking. Never both. And not all of this other stuff. The drugs, the girls. Throwing your money around like some kinda rap star."
"You object to the girls?" said Nicky. "What, you a fag or something?"
"I'm gonna let that pass 'cause I know you don't mean it. But that's another thing. This new whore you brung over. It's a dude. What are folks gonna say?"
"What are folks gonna say? They're gonna say, 'Look at all that money Nicky Flannery's making off the fags. He's one smart motherfucker.’ That's what they're gonna say."
Paul shook his head.
"Trouble with you old timers is you're stuck in the past. This is the twenty-first fucking century. You want a make a killing these days, you gotta think outside the box. Get it? Think outside the box?"
Everyone laughed, including Paul.
"'Sides, the ladies like him too. Check it out." Nicky nodded to where Brenda, Sally, and Colleen hovered around Xiu like honeybees. Brenda had a hand on his shoulder. Sally tossed her hair. "They're nuts about him."
"But he's a queer."
"Yeah. Go figure. Chicks are weird."
Rhonda came back with Eben's beer and someone brought out a cake. Paul stuck around to eat a slice, then departed. By then Nicky was too busy sticking his face in Tabitha's cleavage to notice.
Eben drank beers and tried not to get caught staring at Xiu. He was on his sixth Heineken and slowly sinking ever deeper into the couch when "Happy Birthday" started playing.
Everyone gathered around. "Time for your birthday present, little bro." Nicky placed a box wrapped in gold paper on the table in front of him.
Eben heaved himself upright. "You got me a present? That sure was nice of you." 
"Open it. Open it," said Nicky.
The box was heavy. Eben peeled off the paper to reveal a stainless steel case. As he put it down on the coffee table, the weight of it seemed to settle on his heart. He knew what came in cases like this. He unfastened the latches and opened it to reveal a chrome-plated 10mm Glock automatic. Its polished surface gleamed in the soft light of the club. "Wow." 
Bill whistled. "That's a beautiful piece."
"Time my little brother had one of his own." Nicky hugged him.
Shit. Eben forced a smile and hugged him back. "What a wonderful birthday present. Thanks!" He didn't want it. Didn't even want to pick it up, but he had to. Everyone was watching. Eben lifted the gun out of its case and hefted it. He checked the action and held it out as if to shoot with it. Can I put it back in its case now? He turned back to Nicky, trying to look delighted. Thank the Holy Mother of God I'm drunk. 
"Wait, there's more," said Nicky.
Fuck. What now? Another box wrapped in gold foil appeared before Eben, which at least gave him an excuse to put the gun back in its case. He opened box number two to find a shoulder holster. "Awesome."
"Try it on, try it on," said Nicky, bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. 
Eben hoisted himself up off the couch, swayed a little and then slid the holster on over his shirt. Rhonda helped him adjust the straps. Nicky took the gun from the case, snapped the cartridge in place, and slid it into the holster. It bulged under Eben's arm like a tumor.
"You should see yourself," said Nicky. "You look totally badass."
Eben scanned the gathering. Everyone was smiling and nodding in approval. It's already decided. This is who I am. But then he caught sight of Xiu, over by the bar. 
Xiu tilted his head and gave him a crooked smile and a little shrug. Of everyone there, it seemed like he alone understood how Eben really felt, though of course, there was nothing to be done about it.
Someone handed Eben another glass of champagne and he downed it.
Suddenly the music got louder. All the girls clustered around him.
"Time for your birthday lap dance, Eben," said Nicky.
Rhonda winked at him as she pushed him back down onto the couch. Eben was very aware of the loaded gun nestled at his side as the girls writhed all over him. At least he was safe in the knowledge that none of them would mention it was the only thing that was hard. He sank deeper into the cushions of the couch.
Eventually the girls finished and everybody was clapping and laughing. Then suddenly the crowd parted and Xiu stood before Eben. He swayed ever so slightly and his cheeks were pink, but he carried himself like he owned the place, and Eben too. How much had he been drinking? He undid his tie and fixed Eben with a smoldering look. "Happy Birthday, to you."
Somewhere behind him Eben heard Nicky laughing, louder than ever. Everyone else joined in. Big joke.
Xiu threw his tie in Eben's face. He peeled off his black tuxedo jacket. He started unbuttoning the shirt beneath.
Eben tried to keep from getting hard. It was impossible, even with Nicky and everyone else standing around watching and giggling.
"Happy Birthday, to you." Xiu took off his shirt and tossed it in Eben's lap. 
Thank Jesus.
Xiu climbed onto Eben's lap, straddling his thighs. He rested his hands on Eben's shoulders and swayed from side to side. "Happy Birthday, Eben Flannery."
Smells of champagne, cologne, and sweat wafted over Eben. He felt dizzy -- probably all the blood rushing to his cock.
"Hey Nicky, you gonna let this go on?" said Sean. "Eben's too drunk to stop him."
"I'd do something about it, but I can't stop laughing."
Laughter surrounded Eben and Xiu like a shield. They stared at each other as Xiu gyrated on Eben's lap. Eben could see the outline of Xiu's erection. Eben's own cock felt like it was made of steel. 
Xiu leaned closer, his breath warm on Eben's face. "Happy Birthday, to you." He ran a hand down Eben's chest, toward his jeans.
Eben opened his mouth, to say 'stop,' 'more,' or to kiss Xiu, he wasn't certain which.
Suddenly a hand clamped down on Xiu's shoulder. "Okay, Schoolboy, enough. You've had your fun. You've got a date tonight, remember?" It was Jimmy.
The invisible shield surrounding Eben and Xiu dissolved. The laughter of the rest of the party seemed louder than it had been a moment ago. It crashed in upon them like ice water, dousing Eben's arousal.
Xiu seemed to wilt under Jimmy's hand. Shoulders slumped, he got up off Eben's lap, taking his shirt with him. 
Rhonda took Xiu's place, straddling Eben's thighs. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts. "Here honey, I got what you're looking for."
Eben's smile was one of gratitude, not excitement, but nobody else had to know that. Over Rhonda's shoulder, he watched Xiu walk away with Jimmy.
Jimmy kept his hand on Xiu's shoulder, pushing him toward the door. Just as they reached the red velvet rope that marked off the VIP section, Xiu looked over his shoulder at Eben. 
Eben couldn't decipher the look on Xiu's face in that moment, but it haunted him for the rest of the night.



Sunday, November 2, 2014

THIEF by Erin M. Leaf

Thief (Blue’s Boys #1) — by Erin M. Leaf

Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 13,125
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772330823
pages: 45


buy links – Evernight – Amazon – BookStrand – ARe

When you're a thief, your dating options are limited. When you're a cop, it's even worse. So what happens when a burglar and two lawmen are trapped together during a heist gone wrong?
Blue has been a thief for years, but she's never been in a situation quite like this. When you're crammed into a tiny space with two sexy detectives, things can get very dicey. Shockingly, instead of arresting her, Matt and Liam ask for a kiss. Blue is happy to oblige. Anything to keep the handcuffs off, right?
Matt and Liam never expect to end up cornered with a gorgeous thief. Liam has sworn off women and Matt can't find anyone he likes better than his partner, so their love lives are nonexistent. When they meet a woman who keeps the same crazy hours as cops do, maybe her criminal career choice isn't the deal breaker it should be?
Story Excerpt:
The sound of men’s voices had him cursing under his breath. He went for his weapon, but Blue’s hand on his cheek firmed, forcing him to hold still. Matt held his arm.

“They have no idea we’re in here,” she mouthed.

He glanced at his partner. Matt’s eyes were dark with arousal and something else. Worry? Excitement? Liam didn’t have the mental capacity to figure it out right now. He trembled, torn between conflicting urges. Should he kiss Blue? Run for the door? Violence trickled along his spine. He needed to do something, or he was going to explode.

Suddenly, Blue went on her tiptoes and brushed his mouth with hers, deciding the matter. The murmur of voices faded as blood rushed to his head, then to his groin.

Fucking hell, he thought, dazed as he tasted her. She must have been sucking on some sort of mint. She coaxed his lips open, then slipped her tongue inside. Liam’s control snapped. He growled and crowded her up against the wall, devouring her mouth. He could feel Matt hard up against his right side, crammed in as they were in this back corner, and that just ratcheted his arousal higher. He put one hand on the wall and slid the other over her neck, but her damned hood was in the way. With another growl, he leaned back and jerked it off her head.

She made a sound that was not quite disapproval as chunks of short to medium dark hair spilled around her shoulders. She had some sort of funky punk cut. It suited her. “Did you have to do that?” she asked.

Liam snorted. “Yeah, I did.” He leaned in again, this time sliding his hands into her hair. She felt so tiny, he was afraid he would break her. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, gently.

“I’m not made of glass,” she said tartly.

Matt choked back a laugh and Liam sent him a glare, but then Blue grabbed his neck and dragged him back down. “Kiss me,” she demanded.

He obliged.

She moaned as his tongue swept inside, silencing her. He pushed her harder into the wall, slotting his leg between her thighs. He was off balance. Surprised. He would have fallen if Matt hadn’t been there. His best friend didn’t move as Liam kissed the hell out of the thief they’d caught. She grabbed his shoulders, giving back as good as she got. Liam nibbled her lower lip, then bit down gently and let her up for air. He didn’t want to stop, but he was startlingly aware of Matt watching them. She let her head fall back, eyes closed as she licked her lips. Liam’s cock jerked and he bent his knee a little more and thrust his hips into hers.

“My turn,” Matt rasped as he leaned over Blue.

Her eyes flew open. She stared at Liam, then shifted her gaze to Matt and smiled.

Matt’s breath huffed out and he moved in, not bothering to shove Liam aside. He kissed her with Liam’s face not ten inches away.

Holy fuck, Liam thought, not having the sense or the will to back off. Matt’s familiar body pushed into his, warm and solid. Liam slid an arm around Matt’s waist and anchored the three of them. The flashlight was dim and angled down in his pocket so he couldn’t see that well, but he could hear them. The wet sound of their lips moving made Liam tremble. He couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Yeah,” Matt whispered, kissing down her jaw.

Blue’s mouth was open and wet. Liam kissed her again before Matt could, deciding not to dwell on how insane this was.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered when he lifted away.

Matt grabbed her hair and put his mouth against her neck. It was the most erotic thing Liam had ever seen in his whole damn life.

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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Saturday, October 25, 2014

His Omega by A.C. Katt

COMING 11.07.14

Blurb:

Sean Quinn's friend Leroy was gutted trying to protect him. He runs for help and stops the first car he sees. Armand LaMarche is head Alpha of the North American werewolf council and was in his limousine on his way home to his Manhattan brownstone. When the wounded boy stops his car, Armand recognizes two things, the boy is part wolf, an Omega with a great gift and he's Armand's mate. Now all Armand has to two is claim his mate and keep him safe from the murdererer Sean can identify who happens to be a rogue Russian wolf who is both dangerous and devious.

Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing as AC Katt

  With books at MLR Press and JMS Books

It's Okay by AKM Miles

Blurb:
Gom Marsh is happy that it's summer break and he can spend some time with Casey. But no, along comes Laurie with one of the most disturbing cases so far. This time a young artist in a summer school program is producing some extremely tortured drawings. Gom has to get in there to find out what is going on with Kade Godwin. If that's not enough, there's a teacher who is being cyber-bullied and has no idea who is doing it, and it's got to be kept on the down-low to protect his reputation. But there' a really good ending.
 

 
Excerpt:
“I need you to—no, I guess I need to come to you first. Can I come by tonight after work? I need to fill you in so we can get to the bottom of this problem before something really bad happens.” Laurie sounded so frustrated and a little scared.
“Of course. Why don’t you come to supper at Scarcity? Casey and I already talked about eating there tonight. I’m sure everybody would love to see you.” Through their cases she had spent a few nights with the family.
“Ooh, Dillon’s cooking? Count me in. Can I bring something?”
“You know better. Just be hungry.” Gom laughed. It was no secret how much she loved Dillon’s food, especially his donuts.
“Yum. I’ll be there. What time?”
“Six thirty okay?” he asked, she agreed, and they hung up.
“Another one?” Casey asked and Gom’s heart dropped thinking about someone else being so badly hurt that he was needed to help.
“Yeah, I need to call Dillon and let him know she’s coming.”
“You know he’ll make her donuts,” Casey teased.
“Yep, won’t hurt my feelings at all,” Gom said. “I wonder what’s going on. She said it was at the new school on Ford Road. It’s brand new. You kind of hope that with it so new there wouldn’t be time for anything really bad to be going on.”
“Wait. School hasn’t even started yet. It’s summer. How could there be a case for you to help with if they aren’t in session?”
“I don’t know. There’s summer school, maybe. I guess we’ll find out tonight.”
 
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Redemption Song by Karen Mercury

Blurb

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.
Halloween in New Orleans. Rémy Lafitte has paid a charlatan to enact a Voodoo ceremony in the cemetery. The ritual reanimates Niko Valdés, a French Quarter tutor who was damned to Everlost for murdering his sister’s attacker.
Mild-mannered stockbroker Heidi Purdue stumbles upon Niko and Rémy in a compromising position. They are interrupted by a demon on horseback who beheads the charlatan before giving the trio a pentalpha puzzle to solve.
Curvy Heidi knows that heartthrob Rémy would never fall for her, but she falls for the undead tutor. Rémy, jealous of the other two’s closeness, agrees to an equitable ménage, opening up to a male lover.
The centuries-long battle against primordial evil leads them to a temple, where they find Solomon’s ring. They go past the portal of Hellmouth to redeem themselves, but the real puzzle is how to fulfill the prophecy that they are intertwined inexorably—now and forever.

http://www.bookstrand.com/redemption-song

Excerpt

Parked on the sidewalk, the nerd unfolded himself from the Corvette and extended a hand. “Marvin Simon, at your service.”
The trio introduced themselves. Rémy wondered at the casual attitude Marvin had toward three strangers who were in the service of the Duke of Demons, looking for a damned ring. Did this happen often to Marvin?
Niko said, “Sorry we were so late. We got sidetracked by placing stones.”
Marvin nodded knowledgeably. “That’s good. That’s a very good reason for being late. I’m glad you’re following the angles of the pentalpha.”
“Yes,” said Rémy, “we’ve crisscrossed this city placing stones at all the right spots. Now we need the ring, though.”
“Can you verify,” said Heidi, “that this ring will enable us to command the demons? We have several quests at stake here.”
“Well yes,” said Marvin, “within reason. You have to do several things first, though, before the ring will give you superiority over Baal-Berith and his cronies.”
Niko gaped. “There are more of them?”
Marvin looked at Niko as though he’d just come back from the dead. “Well, yes. Why else would he be called the Duke of Demons if he didn’t have anyone else in his duchy? You haven’t seen any others? No matter, you will. Baal-Berith isn’t easily subdued.”
Rémy said, “But he’s losing power at midnight tonight. Can’t we just wait for midnight to come and go?”
Marvin looked exasperated. “You could, if you didn’t really give a flying fig about your quests being completed. You could just go back to your dull-as-dishwater, boring-ass existence watching America’s Favorite Bachelor and driving your BMWs”—how did Marvin know that Rémy drove a BMW?—“but then you’d completely miss out on accomplishing your quests, now, wouldn’t you?”
Niko stammered, “I…I didn’t know there was a time limit. So we have to complete our quests by the time Baal-Berith loses power?”
Marvin looked skyward for divine assistance. “Well, of course now. The demons don’t just sit around waiting for you to take your thumb out of your ass. That’s the whole challenge. The closer it gets to midnight, the more powerful they become. The more assistance they can give you, but at the same time…” Marvin trailed off meaningfully.
Heidi filled in. “The more they can…crush us?”
Marvin nodded decisively. “Exactly. That’s what they live for, to crush you. They wouldn’t be very demonic if they didn’t. It’s my goal to help you subdue or overcome them. Now, with that in mind, why don’t you tell me about your quests? Two sentences or less, please. I don’t have all day. I’m entering my crawfish in the cook-off, and I don’t want to miss Chicken on the Bone playing ‘Rock This Town.’ They do it with such pep.”
Rémy went first, to give Heidi and Niko time to think. “Well, at first my main goal was to find my ancestor Jean Lafitte’s gold bars.”
Predictably, Marvin’s eyes lit up. “An admirable goal indeed. Treasure hunts are always given top priority by the demons. But your goal has changed?”
“Well, yes,” Rémy had to admit. “I mean, I still want to find the gold bars, of course. But I’ve really come to…” He couldn’t admit to this bobble-headed stranger that he thought he was falling in love with Heidi, and was having strangely powerful feelings about the undead Niko, too. Heidi was a unique, powerful soul, yet so childishly appealing. And Niko, well, there was nothing that was not unique about him. He told himself he never would have allowed himself romantic feelings about another man unless the man was as oddly singular as Niko de la Concepcion Valdés. So Rémy said, “I’ve come to put Niko’s quest as top priority. Niko, tell Marvin about yours.”
Niko solemnly folded his hands before his crotch. “I come from the year 1855.” Rémy wasn’t surprised that Marvin also nodded sagely. “I was stuck in Everlost with my poor departed sister, and then this fellow here revived me with a ceremony he performed. I’d like to get my sister out of Everlost, too, but leave the bastard who caused all of this stuck in there until time immemorial.”
“Yes,” said Marvin, as though thoroughly familiar with Leclerc, “he behaved so badly on earth he can’t be recycled. He can never move forward.”
“Truly?” cried Niko, breaking his respectful stance. “We can leave him behind?”
“Yes and no,” said Marvin. “He will be put into hell like broken pottery that can’t be repaired. This does not get you out of making amends with him.”
Damn!” swore Niko. “I swore I will never apologize to that sack of buzzard’s guts!”
“Language, language!” said Rémy, sharing a grin with Heidi.
Marvin asked, “Do you wish to stay in the present, my friend?”
“Well…” Niko looked around at his newfound partners, at the shiny automobiles and motorcycles that raced by, at the ten-story tall professional buildings around them. He shrugged. “I suppose, if that’s my only option.”
Rémy was deeply offended. He supposed! If that was his only option! Trying to be light, he said, “Thanks a lot, Niko. We’re your last and only option.”
“Yeah,” said Heidi, apparently miffed, too. “I guess you’re stuck with us.”
“No!” protested Niko. “I mean that if I had my way, of course I would go back to 1855 before any of this happened! But…” He turned to Marvin. “That is not an option, is it?”
“I’m afraid not. You’re stuck with these people you don’t like. You’re all witnesses. You’re all bound together, so you can’t separate. Get used to it. Now, Miss Purdue, what is your goal?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I know. So much has changed, Raoul. When you hurt me, you hurt me permanently. I moved on before the words were even out of your mouth. And unlike you, my version of ‘moving on’ actually involves moving. So, no. I’m not coming back to you. I’m not coming back at all. But you can send me a postcard from Tahiti. I’ll text you my address.”
So that was the end of Raoul, and now Heidi had her thighs and arms wrapped around the most scrumptious piece of man candy ever to walk the planet—in fully human form, that was.
“Oh, please, please, imprint me, Rémy,” cooed Heidi, lifting her head from the mattress to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Tilting her pelvis, she impaled herself on his fat cock, and Rémy lost what little control he’d had. Grunting into her mouth, he drove it home, wedged deep next to her womb, where he held his prick, throbbing with an erotic pulse.
She’d been stretched out from fucking Niko the other day, so she easily accepted Rémy’s fat, long tool. She set up a gently rocking motion while grasping his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She had powerful Kegels after decades of self-pleasuring with the detachable shower head, and she could grasp a man’s penis as though she were a Venus flytrap.
Every time she clutched Rémy’s cock, he gasped. Heidi started giggling. She knew Rémy was afraid to really pound her because he’d come too fast. When she corkscrewed her hips while simultaneously clutching him with her pussy, he raised himself on his forearms and glared down at her. He bit his own lip, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep control.
“You’re an ornery, mischievous girl,” he snarled.
Only Heidi could see over Rémy’s shoulder. Niko stood beside the bed whipping Rémy’s bathrobe from his torso. He tossed the satin and it slithered off the chair’s arm, but Heidi was transfixed, admiring Niko’s otherworldly body.
For an undead guy, Niko was ravishing, fresh, brimming with vitality. Especially since returning through Hellmouth with his sister, it was virtually impossible to tell that Niko had been raised from the ground recently. He still had his waistcoat, strange linen shirt, trousers, and odd boots. He still wore his greatcoat out at night, although he’d agreed to allow Rémy to take him shopping for a new jacket.
But now, as he kneeled behind Rémy and knocked apart Rémy’s knees with his own, Niko looked firmly embedded in the present. Leaning, Niko dipped a few fingertips into a jar of shimmering white coconut oil. Heidi was fascinated with the view. He slathered his sleek dark cock with the pearly white cream, his thumb working a circular pattern around his shiny glans.
Heidi clutched furiously at Rémy’s cock. He sucked in air with a hiss when Niko reached between the globes of Rémy’s ass and touched a finger full of coconut oil to his tight bud. Heidi assisted by parting the shapely globes for Niko’s pleasure. She could reach one of her long arms around Rémy’s waist to massage his perineum as he hunched up into her higher and higher, inching her up the mattress toward the headboard. She could tell by the way Rémy gasped and his prick plumped inside her that he liked the way Niko slid a finger up his anus.
She knew it before Niko even asked. “You like that, boss man?” In bed, Niko liked to call Rémy that. Outside of bed, Rémy was hardly the boss of anything. The two were equitable. But Niko was freer with his bisexuality than Rémy, having more years of experience under his belt. “You like having me up your ass?”
“I like it,” Rémy grunted, his cock knocking against Heidi’s cervix. It twitched, too, when Heidi petted his perineum, slick with creamy coconut oil. She could even jack Niko’s cock as it pulsated against Rémy’s tight ring, encouraging him to impale the bad boy pirate.
“Teach him who’s boss, Niko.” Heidi spoke around Rémy’s shoulder. “He might pretend to be the boss, but show him who’s in charge, who’s got the upper hand around here.”
Rémy started to protest. “No one’s got the upper—”
But Niko’s penis slipped inside of him, and the rest of his sentence was just a tortured groan.
Heidi was thrilled beyond belief to be feeling Rémy’s prick inside of her, his pumping driven by each thrust of Niko’s hips. Niko was the conductor who controlled all. He held Rémy’s hip, bringing his lover back to meet each one of his thrusts. Heidi was aroused with every loud slap of the men’s pelvises, every slap of Niko’s ball sac against Rémy’s shapely ass, every twitch of Niko’s cock inside of Rémy, which Heidi liked to think she could feel.

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