Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard by Erin M. Leaf

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard — by Erin M. Leaf

~Editor's Pick~

Gay (MM), Erotic Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Word Count: 35,130
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772330175
pages: 113

buy links: Evernight - Amazon - BookStrand - ARe - Smashwords
Billionaire Alex Roman needs a bodyguard. His best friend, Jesse Emerson, an ex-Security Forces Specialist, needs a job. What could possibly go wrong?
Jesse thinks protecting Alex will be a piece of cake. He’ll get to spend quality time with his oldest friend while avoiding his ex-girlfriend. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Why would Alex introduce him to everyone as his lover? And why didn’t Alex tell him about the threatening notes he’s been receiving for months?
Alex has been in love with Jesse for years, not that he’d ever admit it to his best friend, but he’s not above making a practical joke out of it. Telling everyone that Jesse is his boyfriend will go a long way toward relieving the stress of the threats he’s been plagued with recently. Unfortunately, when someone tries to shoot him at a charity gala, he discovers that maybe he needs Jesse’s skills more than he realized…
…because sometimes a billionaire’s best friend is the fake boyfriend who’s really his bodyguard.

Story Excerpt:
“You are not going to talk to the police again,” Jesse said firmly. “You’re going to let your lawyers deal with them.”
“Not a problem.” Alex laughed shortly and tipped his head back against the back of the seat. The limo slowly weaved between traffic, much later than he’d wanted to be getting home. The lights of the other cars flashed against his eyes, making him feel like he was stuck in an endless film noir. Across from him, Jesse checked his weapons, again, settling his underarm holster more firmly against his side. “I gave them a statement. That’s enough,” Alex murmured tiredly.
“That detective was such a dick.” Jesse rubbed his eyes. “What the hell was his problem?”
“He thought we were lovers.”
“That does not make me any less angry, Alex,” Jesse said, glaring out the window.
Alex shook his head. “You know how people are. I’m wealthy. He thinks that makes me a jerk. And he doesn’t like the idea that maybe I like taking it up the ass.” He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had taken up residence in his spine. “It doesn’t matter. The police won’t find anything, anyway.”
“Jesus.” Jesse sighed and slumped down in the leather seat. “What the hell is going on, Alex? Those notes aren’t as innocuous as they seem.”
Alex watched Jesse, knowing he was right. He nudged Jesse’s foot with his toe. “Hey. You did all you could. You saved my life. Thank you.”
Jesse gave him a look.
“Don’t do that.” Alex leaned forward. “I would be dead if you hadn’t been there.”
Jesse clenched his fists. “Yeah. That’s why I’m so fucking upset, Alex. What if I hadn’t been there? It’s pure luck that I showed up at your door.” He shook his head. “I’m not leaving your side until this is resolved.”
Alex couldn’t control the tiny surge of joy that welled up inside him. “Um, that might get a bit awkward. Especially when I have to use the toilet.”
Jesse glared at him. “Someone’s trying to kill you and you’re making jokes.”
“What else can I do right now?” Alex asked, reasonably.
Jesse’s face tightened. “Shut up. Please, just… Be quiet for a minute, Alex.”
Alex watched his friend for a long moment. He knew Jesse better than anyone else in his life, and his friend was not happy right now. “I’m okay, Jesse. I’m alive.”
Alex pursed his lips, then he slid to his knees on the floor. He put a hand on Jesse’s right knee.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jesse asked, going rigid.
“What I should have done years ago,” Alex murmured, sliding his fingers up to his friend’s crotch. Jesse’s cock was hard.
“Fuck!” The word exploded out of Jesse as Alex cupped his erection.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” Alex murmured, running a finger along the firm length.
Jesse gave a strangled groan. “This is crazy.”
Alex looked up at him, hand going still. “That kiss was crazy.”
Jesse didn’t look away. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”
Alex liked the way his friend didn’t deny what had happened. “I know. I don’t either,” he finally whispered, leaning closer. He put his cheek on Jesse’s thigh. It was warm and hard and shook just the tiniest bit. He wanted to bite it.
“Alex, I’m not gay. I’m not even bi,” Jesse ground out.
Alex had to laugh at that one. “Aren’t you?” He leaned back, then deliberately cupped Jesse’s prick, holding his friend’s gaze the entire time. Jesse’s blue eyes were dilated. “Then why are you so hard?”
Jesse swallowed. “I don’t know.”
Alex deliberately undid the button of Jesse’s pants, then slid the zipper down. Jesse’s cock pushed against his boxer-briefs, hot and sure. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Jesse’s entire body shuddered. “God, Alex…” he trailed off when Alex leaned closer and put his mouth over the head of his dick, breathing through the cotton. “Fuck!”
Alex grinned against the fabric, enjoying the musky scent of his friend. He rubbed his face against the hard length, then slowly peeled the fabric down until Jesse’s prick was exposed. As he stared at the deep ruby crown, moisture slid from the tiny slit. He licked his lips. Jesse’s thighs were iron-hard beneath his forearms.
“Do it,” Jesse said roughly. “Put me in your mouth.”
Alex glanced up. Jesse’s eyes glittered in the low light of the car. When the car drove over a pothole, Jesse’s erection bumped his chin.
“Jesus, Alex,” Jesse muttered, head going back as his eyes closed.
Alex couldn’t resist any longer. He didn’t want to resist. He leaned in and sucked the tip between his lips, playing his tongue across the smooth skin. Jesse moaned and Alex slid his hand around the hard length, holding it steady. He put his other hand on his own erection, pressing hard enough to hurt. He didn’t want to come in his pants like a teenager, but the sight of Jesse so messed up had him closer to orgasm than he’d realized. Jesse moaned again and Alex swirled his tongue faster, then sank down, opening wide. He stopped and sucked, then lightly scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin. He wanted to blow Jesse’s mind.

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

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Binding Robbie by A.C. Katt

--> Coming 09.25.14
Binding Robbie


Tom Martino is curious. All of the Doms and their subs are protecting Robbie Bailey, a street kid Danny and Gary found in a Trenton snow drift. It seems that at one time Robby took a beating meant for Danny Donovan. When Danny’s Brother Caden came to rescue Danny from the streets, they looked for Robby and couldn’t find him. Now that they have, all of the Doms and their subs are determined to help him because he helped one of their own. Tom wants to help Robby too, but for a different reason. After getting to know the young man, Tom is in love. But one problem remains; Robby says he isn’t a sub.

Danny and Gary stepped out of DeLorenzo’s Tomato Pies into two feet of dirty snow that was pushed to the edge of the sidewalk. Danny’s breath looked like smoke coming from his nose,  as his mouth and lungs protested the inhalation of the sub zero air. The sidewalk was icy and Gary grabbed at Danny so he wouldn’t slip. Danny glanced across the street and saw a small figure, huddled near a pile of snow against the aged brick fa├žade of the old Roebling building. A cardboard box with a plaid blanket hanging out the end sat next to the snowdrift elevated from the sidewalk by discarded wooden pallets.
Danny shivered in sympathy. He remembered his two months on the street after his parents threw him out for being gay. He was lucky it was spring time and although it was chilly at night it was relatively easy to keep warm. He had a part-time job at McDonald’s and a membership at the Y that kept him clean and fed while he finished high school.  It was two months before his brother Caden came home from Afghanistan for his graduation, found him on the streets, and got him an apartment and a good job. Just the memory of being homeless and scared gave Danny shivers that didn’t come from the cold.
“Sir, would you mind if I go across the street and give that man money for a room tonight?”
“You can’t save the world, baby, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead.” Gary removed his leather gloves and pulled his wallet from the inside pocket of his tailored topcoat. He took out five twenty dollar bills and passed them to Danny.
“I’m going across the street with you. I don’t want you in danger.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Danny crossed the street quickly with Gary on his heels.
Danny leaned over the huddled figure and immediately noticed the shock of dark red hair sticking out of the battered knit cap on his head. Danny’s mouth opened in surprise and joy. He leaned over and shook the sleeping figure. “Robbie, wake up, it’s Danny.”
“You know this boy?” Gary asked.
The boy was lethargic; he barely stirred when Danny said his name. “Please Sir, we have to help Robbie. I wouldn’t have survived the two months I spent on the street if Robbie hadn’t taken me under his wing.”
“Let me look. Robbie…” Gary knelt and placed his hand on the head of the boy lying on the cardboard box. Danny stood behind him. The boy turned his head to Gary as if in slow motion.
Gary stood making a quick decision. “The Navigator [K1] is up the street. He may have hypothermia. Let him hold onto you. I’ll bring the car up and we’ll get him into it and take him to Greg at St. Mary’s. Cisco said he was pulling a shift tonight.” Gary ran up the dark street to get the SUV.
Danny helped Robbie get to his feet. “Danny, is that really you?” Danny saw the hope flare brightly in Robbie’s eyes for a moment, then extinguish.
Robbie dropped his lids avoiding Danny’s face. “Don’t…don’t let me mess you up. You found someone. Leave me here.” Robbie stopped talking as a long spate of coughing rendered him unable to speak.
He rasped, “Don’t screw up by getting involved with me.” He tried to control his constant shivers as tears ran in rivulets from his eyes freezing on his cheeks.
The Navigator pulled up. “Don’t worry, come with me, everything is going to be fine. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Robbie attempted to resist but obviously didn’t have the strength.
Gary pulled up and got out of the huge blue SUV and with his help, Danny half carried and half dragged Robbie into the door pushing him up and onto the beige leather back seat. Gary jumped back into the driver’s seat and turned on the heat to the highest setting, while Danny got into the car beside his friend with an old stadium blanket he retrieved from the rear of the Navigator. He pulled the blanket over both of them to try to warm Robbie by sharing his body heat.
“I can’t afford a hospital,” Robbie said in a barely audible voice.
Danny shushed his friend and pulled Robbie closer as he buckled him in the seatbelt.
Gary turned and asked, “Ready?” Danny nodded his head.
Gary took off into the night. On the way to St Mary’s he called Cisco. Through the rearview mirror Gary watched  as the boy violently shivered in the warm car crying out in pain as the chilblains hit. Danny whispered reassurances. Gary sped through the Trenton streets. The ten minute ride to the hospital took less than five minutes.

Mary Lynn Hansel
Author, Writing as AC Katt for MLR Press & JMS books


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Stealing Enchantments - Preternatural Rescue Centre by Ellen Cross

Stealing Enchantments - Preternatural Rescue Centre Book 7
    Shamus is small...really small, but being a leprechaun, that’s okay. What isn’t small about him though, is his magic. When his father disowns him from not only the family, but also his clan, Shamus knows the resulting upsurge in his magic will eventually burn him out. Instead of concentrating on finding a solution to his problem, his thoughts remain on the most irritating man he has ever met, Zee.
    Zee is a water sprite hiding a dark secret, one that led to the death of his only lover. He can’t let anyone in, can’t let anyone close—it isn’t safe. While he has been able to keep his distance from everyone so far, a redheaded leprechaun with a smart mouth and irresistibly shiny toys tests his resolve.
    Zee hates Shamus and delights in irritating him, but when the leprechaun goes missing, Zee is going to have to decide if he really hates Shamus after all, or if he is just lying to himself.


    Shamus was pissed. Actually, he had passed that point an hour ago and was steadily approaching the point of full-blown postal meltdown. Did the source of his anger seem to notice, or care? Nope! Zee, the water sprite the guardians had rescued a couple of weeks earlier, paraded himself around the buffet table without a care in the world, his plate full of fruits, salad, and oh hell no! Was that the last slice of Betty’s fudge brownie? Yep. The water sprite grinned at Shamus as he took a bite and moaned, closing his eyes as if on the verge of a climax from that one taste, before he turned and ignored Shamus once more.
    Dressed in board shorts that looked to be at least two sizes too big—so much so that they barely hung onto his hips—and showed off the dimples on either side of his lower back, Zee practically screamed take me now! Of course, he pretended not to notice the way the workers stared, yet Shamus just knew that nothing the sprite did was innocent. Zee had to know that the workers around him were practically salivating.
     Shamus growled as the guy pranced off, happily sitting with a bunch of other sprites and laughing. The group turned as one, giving Shamus the stink-eye and giggling even harder as they turned back. Honestly, the world wouldn’t miss one little sprite, would it? Make that a whole bunch. Hell, there might even be a reward in it. What he wouldn’t give to have a flashbang on hand.
    Shamus snatched up his own tray, stomping along the buffet table and growling louder the further along he went. The worst thing about the sprites was that they preferred the same vegan diet that he did. The containers for each of the dishes he would normally pick looked as though they had been licked clean. It left only meat options and the bread rolls to choose from, and there was only one of the rolls left, too. Shamus snatched up the sorry looking roll and sat it in the middle of his tray, sneering in the direction of the sprites as they started to fling food at each other from their overflowing trays. A blob of what looked to be vegetable lasagna landed on Shamus’s shoulder. He gave it a momentary glance before he glared back at the table of delinquents, they all seemed to hold their breath, stunned looks on their faces as they stared, before falling into a heap against each other and howling with laughter.
    Carefully holding the tray containing his pitiful lunch with one hand, Shamus flicked the mess off his leather duster, then had to dive to one side to avoid a baseball-sized ball of mashed potato, with what he could swear were corn and peas imbedded into it. The flying monstrosity looked like a green and gold snowball as it splattered the wall behind him, but that wasn’t the last straw that broke the camel’s back. It was the fact that his pitiful bread roll had gone flying off his tray, landing on the ground, and rolling into yet another pile of unrecognizable crap. He assumed it had at one time been coleslaw, but it looked like someone had chewed it and spat it out.
    Rage burned through Shamus. He glared at the chaos, turned and dumped his empty tray back down on the sideboard and stalked from the room. It had been this way all week, and his stomach growled painfully in protest of too many skipped meals. Hell, it was as if they never left the damn dining room, camped out and causing chaos every single time Shamus tried to sneak in to grab a bite to eat. It wasn’t as if he could just give in to his urge to use some of his toys on the little brats. He had promised Davis he would behave. The Delta rehab centre couldn’t be finished fast enough, as far as he was concerned. The sooner those troublemakers were on their way, the better!


Saturday, August 23, 2014

Scars on his Heart by Jaime Samms

Blurb: After a disastrous five years away at college, Joe returns to his aunt's farm and finds his childhood sweetheart Cameron eager to rekindle their relationship. Joe has a hard time confessing that he didn't come home until now because he's only just managed to leave Andre, his controlling boyfriend, and has a harder time renewing his submissive role in his affair with Cam. Cam thinks he has to find a way to remind Joe how to be strong. But what Cam doesn't realize is that Joe is strong, strong enough to leave behind a life of shame—though he's terrified his past will catch up to him. Joe must confront his ex and take back his own life, on his own terms, before he's able to give Cam everything they both desire.

Excerpt 1:
They sat and watched as the first few dances of the evening progressed. The bride was as beautiful as she should be, and Joe was more than grateful that Cam took Albert’s place for the duty of the father-bride dance. When it was over and Cam looked from the dance floor to Joe, still slouched in his seat just outside, Joe rose and stomped off into the darkening evening.

Strings of lights had been hung in the trees leading down to the pond, but the narrow path was deserted. The small clearing was ringed with citronella torches, and more lights led off from the far side. Between the trees, Joe could see the water glinting. The place seemed deserted. Just the way he liked it.

They had lucked out with the warmer-than-average weather. It was too early for mosquitoes, and just a bit past blackfly season. The music from the barn was only a faint sound in the distance, barely heard over the songs of the mating bullfrogs. More torches lined the water’s edge, throwing their flickering gold light out across the expanse.

An occasional splash sounded out beyond the reach of the light. In the near dark, the gurgle of the small creek that fed the pond seemed louder than Joe remembered. His boots dislodged the stones of the shore and they clacked together, a quiet counterpoint to the rest of nature’s music.

Joe bent to pick up a few of the smoother, flatter ones. He fitted one into the crook of his index finger and twisted his arm out and around. The stone sailed out over the water in a low arch. He lost sight of it in the darkness, but he heard it splash once. He tried another and a third, but each stone only hit the water with a plop and sank.

“Never were very good at that.” Cam’s voice drifted from the head of the path. He hadn’t ventured out onto the stones, so Joe hadn’t heard his approach. Still, his voice didn’t send a shockwave through Joe. It was as if he had expected the other man to come eventually.

“My dad tried to teach me. We used to come here all the time when I was a kid.”

“I remember.”

“You do?” Joe turned to watch Cam saunter across the beach.

Cam’s broad shoulders filled out his suit nicely. He had his hands buried in his pockets, and the jacket was hitched up around them. His tie hung loose around his neck. Joe eyed that tie and a slow slide of want slithered through him.

“Course I do,” Cam said. “I’ve lived on this farm my whole life, remember?”

Joe nodded, because of course he knew that. And he remembered Cam from the years before he had come to live with Aunt Marie and Uncle Albert. Cam had been a farmhand by then. Well, he always had been a farmhand, but Joe had never paid any attention at that young age. It was only when he’d moved into the farmhouse after his parents’ deaths that he’d realized Cam was more than just a regular worker….

Very shortly after Joe had moved here, Cam had proven to be so much more. He’d quickly become Joe’s confidant. His best friend. A lot of things Joe didn’t understand until he began to understand Cam wasn’t the only boy who fascinated him. He was just the one who fascinated Joe the most.

“The lights out here are nice,” Cam said.

“Yeah. Katie thought of everything.”

“I thought more people would be out here enjoying it.”

Joe shrugged. “Dancing is still going strong. Give them time. They’ll start slipping away in pairs soon enough.”

“Hmm.” Cam nodded sagely.

They watched each other in silence for a while. Finally, Cam bent and scooped a few stones from the ground. He flung them, one after the other in quick succession, and they could be heard skipping across the water far into the dark.

“Yeah, well.” Joe kicked at the ground. “Never did get the hang of it.”

Tossing the rocks had brought Cam closer to the shore and closer to Joe. “We all have our different strengths.”

“Sure.” Joe watched as Cam tugged on the loose ends of his tie. The blood rushed in his veins at the thoughts of what Cam could do with that tie. It made his mouth water and his palms sweat. He swallowed that reaction down.

“I rushed you earlier,” Cam said softly.

Joe kept his gaze riveted on the fingers curled tight around the strip of silk.


Joe licked his lips.

“I’ve always been rushing you.”


“Oh?” Cam let go of one end of the tie and pulled it from his neck. He passed it to Joe. “You hang on to this. I can’t be trusted.”

Joe almost smiled. The thing was, Joe knew a lot of men who couldn’t—or shouldn’t have been—trusted. Cam was not on that list. It was Joe and his inability to say no that was the problem. He took the tie anyway.

As if it was some sort of cue, Joe suddenly found he could lift his gaze farther than Cam’s chest. He stared into his friend’s face and found a sweet, longing expression there. That was enough to break down something in Joe that had kept him at a distance.

He took a step, all that was needed to put him inside Cam’s personal space, and tilted his chin up. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t think he had to. A heartbeat later, Cam caressed Joe’s jaw with a touch both firm and gentle.

Cam bent his head. “Joe.”

“Shh.” Joe had to lift up onto his toes to reach. He pressed his lips to Cam’s and tilted his head slightly. It was as though Cam was holding his breath. Waiting. As though he was being extra cautious and still. As though he thought if he moved or breathed, Joe would bolt. Joe pressed forward, pushing his mouth over Cam’s, parting his lips and darting his tongue out to lick lightly.

“Kiss me, idiot,” Joe whispered against his lips. “Kiss me before I start to think again.”

Cam’s fingers grew resolute, traveling farther back to tangle in Joe’s hair. He pulled Joe to him and turned so their mouths slanted over each other and their lips locked. He took control of the hesitant kiss so fast Joe’s head spun.

Grabbing handfuls of Cam’s suit jacket was the only thing keeping Joe grounded. He moaned softly and pushed his tongue past Cam’s lips. The kiss went from tentative to true to tangled in a matter of seconds, and Joe knew if he let go, or if Cam did, he would be lost. He would bolt. He needed the contact, the feel of Cam holding on to him to be brave.

When Cam’s tongue swept into Joe’s mouth, it was over. His will evaporated, and he pressed his body against Cam. He would have burrowed right into him if he could. Cam’s arm went around his waist, and Joe groaned. He could feel Cam’s cock, as solid as his own, digging into his hip.

“I want to fuck you,” Cam growled against his mouth. “I want to lay you out and fuck you ’til I’m all you know, Joe.”

Joe moaned and attempted to crawl up Cam’s body.
“Oh God.” Cam tightened his grip in Joe’s hair, pulling painfully. “Come to bed.”

Joe would have agreed to spread out right there on the unyielding stones if Cam demanded it. He nodded even as Cam took another kiss, another breath, another bit of him. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Campus Craving by Whitley Gray

COMING August 25, 2014

Artistic Endeavor
When friends ask one-night stand connoisseur Michael Esteban to introduce college professor and virgin Cobey Miller to the joys of sex, Michael balks. Lust is his thing, not leading a twenty-five year old novice. But shy Cobey has problems meeting men, and their introduction fuels Michael’s decision to help Cobey become a gay-sex-loving guy. It’ll all be fun and games—unless someone falls in love.

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Artistic Endeavor excerpt
In the dimly lit bar, Michael drummed his fingers on the table. “Maybe you should have let me meet him somewhere without you two along as chaperones.”
Eli chuckled. “It took me a week to convince him to meet you. He’d never go for the blind date thing.”
“Well, he’s late. Sure he’ll show?”
“Relax.” Burke massaged Eli’s neck. “He’ll be here.”
Ordinarily Michael looked forward to sizing up a new man. In fact, he’d already taken stock of every guy in the room. If Cobey didn’t show, the bartender looked like a good prospect. Prolonged eye contact, a big grin, and a wink when serving Michael’s beer. Yep, good prospect. Someone new.
Of course, Cobey would be new. Too new. Michael sighed. How was he supposed to introduce himself? Hello. I’m the guy our mutual friends have asked to be your sex instructor. How’s it hangin’?  Yippee.
“There.” Eli nodded at the entrance. “Just coming in.”
For a moment it was too crowded to see much, but the herd of patrons parted. Michael licked his lips. Well, well, well. The picture hadn’t done Cobey justice. Nicely wide shoulders, narrow hips, hair a man could get a grip on. Dark eyes. A perfect mouth—full but not too full. How was it possible this gorgeous male specimen had never been intimate with another guy? And Michael had the opportunity to be the first one.
I can certainly sacrifice myself for the greater good by teaching him.

Put Me in a Book by AKM Miles


Brandon Reese isn't ugly, but he thinks he is. He knows he looks better now that he's lost over 200 pounds, but he can't get over feeling, well, less like the handsome men he writes about in his gay romances. Then he meets Rhine Walken. He's intrigued. But the next time he sees Rhine there's something really wrong with the young man. Like really. Brandon finds out that Rhine suffers from a traumatic brain injury that manifests in a strange manner, one that makes a relationship pretty much off the table. Damn that sucks. Because he could love this man.


An hour later he realized he’d looked for Rhine at the grocery and was disappointed when he wasn’t there. He headed back home, his mind already on his book. At a stop light he braked and waited and when it seemed like a long time he realized that the light was green and no one was moving. Unlike some people he knew, he didn’t let things like this piss him off. He wasn’t honking his horn or yelling out his window like others. He frowned as he looked ahead and saw that there was a man walking in circles around the intersection. Tilting his head he looked at the man and realized he knew him.
Brandon pulled over to get out of his car and started walking toward the center of the intersection. As he got closer, he heard several people yelling.
“Get out of the way, Dumbass!”
“What’s wrong with you, retard?”
“Get out of the way, ya fool!”
“What are you, five? Get out of the damn road!”
Just before he got close to Rhine, the bagger from the grocery, he heard him muttering to himself, “Stop talkin’ to me. Don’t yell at me. I don’t like you all. Leave me alone.”
Brandon understood his sentiment, but why didn’t he just walk away? What was up with him moving in a circle in the busy intersection? He stepped forward and said, quietly,
“Hey, buddy. Rhine? I remember you. I saw you at the grocery the other day. Do you remember me?” Brandon just wanted to see if he could get through to the man who seemed to be having some kind of episode.
“Put me in a book. You’re gonna put me in a book.”
That answered that question. Rhine remembered him.
“That’s right. Do you want to come with me? I can take you home or back to the grocery store, whichever you want. It’s really not safe for you to be out here. These people want to get home, I think.”
“They’re mean. I don’t know them and they’re yelling at me. Why are they yelling?” For the first time Rhine looked directly into Brandon’s eyes and Brandon could see that the confusion was real. Brandon had the strangest desire to hug Rhine and take him home. There was something really wrong here.
“I guess they just don’t understand why you’re out here in the middle of the road. They want to get on with their lives, but no one wants to hurt you, so they’re waiting, not very patiently, I’ll admit. You ready to go? We should get out of everybody’s way, don’t you think?” Brandon held his hand out and Rhine put his in it and walked with him back toward his car. It was like he’d taken the hand of a child who was just looking for an adult to tell him what to do.
“Is this your car? It’s nice. I like the color. Red is my favorite color. I’m glad it’s not brown. I don’t like brown at all. Do you like brown? Brown is ugly like dirt. My hair looks like dirt.” Rhine stopped walking and talking just as they got to the passenger side of the car and he looked at Brandon again and said, “You got little bits of dirt on your face, but they’re not ugly. I like them. Really, don’t feel bad ’cause I said brown was ugly. I like your dots.”
Brandon didn’t want Rhine to get upset so he said, “Thanks, Rhine. They’re freckles. I’m glad you don’t think they’re ugly. You want to get in and I’ll take you home?”
Brandon opened the door and Rhine got in. Brandon reached across and fastened the seat belt around Rhine, thinking that it was the first time there’d been someone in his passenger seat. He hurried around and got in, buckling up.
“Buckle up for safety,” he said, in a sing-song voice he remembered from ads on TV that repeated that over and over.
“Why am I in your car?”
Brandon had started the car and as the light was now green againand pulled out in traffic. He whipped his head around at the question that came in a totally different tone of voice from Rhine.
“I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself. I’m Brandon Reese. I know your name is Rhine, but I don’t know your last name.”
“Walken, and no, I’m not kin to Christopher. I remember you from the store, but I didn’t know your name. Why am I in your car? Where are you taking me?”
  ~AKM Miles~
***love is love***

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Forever Mates: Zus & Rue by Stormy Glenn

Forever Mates: Zus & Rue (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Zus took one look at the brown-haired beauty that walked into the bar with his friends and knew that he had found the perfect submissive. He just wasn’t sure the sexy little man was ready for his dominant brand of mating. Being in control was second nature to him and he wasn’t about to change that for Rue, even if the man was his forever mate.
Rue Tasquer had just about given up hope that he would find the perfect man to dominate him until he found a set of deep, piercing green eyes staring at him from across a bar. As eager as he is to find someone to accept him—kink and all—Rue quickly gives into the man’s demands and follows him for what turns out to be the beginning of something that will either make Rue the happiest man alive or send him running for his life.


Rue shoved his hands into his pocket as he listened to his friends argue. It was the same old story really, just different words. Jace always seemed to be talking them into doing something wild, on edge, and usually really stupid.
“It’s just a bar, Liam,” Jace said. “They can’t keep us out.”
Rue wasn’t so sure. They’d been kicked out of bars before. If they were lucky they got away unharmed. More often than not, they ended up being roughed up a bit before they got sent on their way.
“You think not?” Liam laughed, sounding very nervous. “We’re in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us out, they can tar and feather us. That is what they do in these backwater towns, isn’t it? Tar and feather people?”
Bay snorted. “Normal people, maybe. Queers like us?” Bay shook his head. “They string us up, and like, throw lawn darts at us or something.”
Lawn darts? Rue smothered a laugh behind his hand.
“Oh please,” Jace replied. “This is a public place. We have as much right to be here as anyone else.”
“Honey, I hate to break this to you but we’re not anyone else,” Bay chuckled. “We’re loud, flaming, flamboyant queens. Hell, the eyeliner on Rue’s face alone could get our asses kicked.”
Rue blushed as Jace frowned at him. He liked to wear a little eyeliner. So the fuck what? It enhanced his pale features and made his deep dark mocha-brown eyes stand out. Rue personally thought his eyes were one of his best features.
“Jace, honey, if someone looked up gay in the dictionary,” Bay said as he waved a hand between them all, “they’d find a picture of us.”
“We’re not that bad,” Jace insisted.
Yes, we are! Rue nodded his agreement. They did scream gay, or at least what people saw as the stereotypical gay man…right down to the sequined purse under Liam’s arm.
“Jace, what color is my shirt?” Bay asked as he plucked at the silky material with his fingers.
“Azure blue, why?”
“And Liam’s?” Bay continued.
“Uh-huh,” Bay said, “and what type of piercing does Rue have?”
Jace glanced back at Rue, grinning. “Guiche.”
Rue felt his face flush again. While he liked the paleness of his skin because it made his eyes shine, there were times he hated it. Every single little embarrassed blush could be seen for miles around.
“Honey, face it, we’re gay!”
Jace laughed. “Okay, so we’re gay. So what? That doesn’t mean we don’t have as much right to be here as anyone else,” Jace said as grabbed the door handle to the bar. “Besides, maybe we can teach those hicks a things or two about fashion and makeup.”
Rue could hear Jace laughing as he opened the door and walked inside the countryside tavern. He quickly scanned the parking lot to make sure no one was giving them the stink eye and then followed in behind the others…plowing right into Bay when the man stopped.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Rue looked past to his friends to try and see what had stopped Jace. He gulped past the lump in his throat. Oh boy, they were in such deep shit.
Rue had been inside of his fair share of bars but he tended to avoid the ones filled with rough, muscle-bound, jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking rednecks. He tended to live longer that way. Country boys didn’t seem to take to his kind very well.
He preferred to think his kind was the one that had brain cells but he knew the truth. Rednecks and gothic gay subs didn’t blend well and this place basically looked like every backwoods bar that Jace had ever dragged him to…pool tables, beer and peanuts, country music, and rednecks. And there didn’t seem to be a gay man in the bunch.
“Come on in, boys.” Jace giggled “There’s eye candy as far as the mascara-lined eye can see.”

Deciding he’d waited long enough, Zus got to his feet. Without a word to his brothers, he crossed the room to stand in front of the man he desired. Zus knew he wasn’t as gentle or charming as his brothers. The pulse beating rapidly in the little man’s throat said he didn’t have to be.
“Come,” he ordered before turning to walk away. He knew the man would follow before he even heard the soft tread of his feet on the hard tiled floor. Zus tried the utility closet door and found it locked. The scent of Mikhail, the other man, and sex filled his nostrils.
Zus ignored it, and the ache it brought him. He walked further down the hallway to the man’s restroom and walked in, the door swishing closed behind him. A moment later, the door opened and a smaller figure pushed in.
Zus stepped right up to the man, pushing him into the wall even as he grabbed the man by the hair and tugged his head back. The man’s mocha-brown eyes were wide open. There was a hint of fear, but it was nearly overridden by desire blazing in their depths.
“You’re mine.” It wasn’t a question. Zus had every intention of making this man his. The sudden flash of liquid brown told him the man wasn’t adverse to his attentions. The hard bulge in his pants told him the man liked Zus’s charming words.
“Get rid of the clothes,” Zus ordered. He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched. The man was made for him. He followed Zus’s orders eagerly, quickly pulling his shirt off then his jeans and the rest of his clothes until he stood naked.
“Fucking perfect!” Zus hissed.
The man’s face flamed, but his jutting cock jerked in response to Zus’s praise. It was the ideal response from a man he would soon dominate. Praise and censure were excellent tools for training, and Rue seemed susceptible to both.
Zus seized the man, hauling him into his arms. He grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back. Huge brown eyes blinked up at him. Zus knew he would continue to drown in those big mocha-brown eyes for the rest of his days.
“Your name.”
“Rue, uh, Rueben, I mean,” the man stammered as his eyelashes fluttered. “Rueben Tasquer.”
“You know you’re mine now, don’t you, Rue?” Zus asked. It would be the last time he asked. Once he claimed the man, and he would, there would be no turning back. Rueben Tasquer would belong to him until he took his very last breath.
That was all Zus needed to know. He lowered his lips and claimed Rue’s. The instant molding of the man’s body against his made Zus growl into Rue’s mouth. The man had just melted. It made Zus harder then he thought possible.
He ached.
Pulling his lips away, Zus swung Rue around and pushed him down to lean against the bathroom countertop. He tapped the man’s legs apart until he spread them. It was only then that he spotted the ring of silver on the man’s perineum glinting in the soft bathroom light.
Zus groaned. Fate had a way of picking the most perfect mate for each individual even if they didn’t agree at the time. Zus did. Rue seemed to be everything he had ever wanted even if he hadn’t known he wanted it until the man stood before him.
Squatting down behind the man, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get a better look. Hard, heavy balls hung just beyond the piercing. A tight pink hole twinkled at Zus just above.
Zus leaned forward and caught the small ring with his tongue, tugging on it. Rue cried out. His body trembled under Zus’s hands. Zus tugged harder. He stuck his finger in his mouth and got it all wet before pushing it against the pink puckered hole above theguiche piercing.
His finger got sucked right in as if Rue’s body needed to be filled. Zus knew his saliva, much like his pre-cum, would loosen Rue’s tight body naturally so that he felt no pain, only exquisite pleasure.
He still wanted to be sure because he knew he couldn’t go easy on the man. He wanted him too much. With that in mind, Zus pushed another finger into Rue’s ass. The man squirmed, wiggling his ass and silently begging for more.
Zus leaned back and brought his other hand down hard on the man’s ass cheek. Rue’s legs trembled so much he was afraid the man might collapse. Zus started to pull his fingers free to grab Rue before he fell to the ground, but the man pushed back with his hips.
“No, please,” Rue begged.
Zus thrust his fingers back in.
Rue cried out.
Zus stood to his feet and looked down at the man he had bent over the countertop. From behind Rue was gorgeous. His long, lean back dipped at the bottom, inviting Zus to lick along the sleek lines. A nicely rounded ass fell below the dip.
It begged to be paddled.
Zus couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand down on Rue’s ass. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if it meant the world would come to an end. The soft pale skin begged to be reddened.
“Oh yes,” Rue cried out, “please.”