DREAM MATE

By Stormy Glenn

AVAILABLE OCTOBER 1ST

Katzman Warrior Trajan Varl was sent to Elquone by his friend, Chellak Rai, to find a doctor for his mate. When Elquone's High Ruler won't let the doctor, Saris, leave without a contract, Trajan has to refuse. His laws don't allow slavery.

The High Ruler then reclassifies Saris and he is taken away to be retrained as a pleasure slave. Trajan now has no doctor to take back to Katzman. More than that, Trajan suspects that Saris is his mate.

Determined to find out and bring a doctor back as ordered, Trajan breaks into the training facility and rescues Saris, spiriting him off the planet in his ship. When they are attacked, they take an escape pod to a nearby planet.

The emotions the mating cycle evokes in both of them threatens to tear them apart before they can even get together, and they are still being hunted. Can Trajan convince Saris to be his mate and save his life, or will he lose his mate before he can even claim him?

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Silent Reign by G.A. HAUSER writing as Amanda Winters

Silent Reign

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Beware the servant, when he becomes your master.

Sisters, Beth and Nicole Thomas had no idea what was ahead of them when an ominous letter appeared at their doorstep. The siblings were opposite in personality and struggled to get along together in the same small apartment. When the letter brought news of a death and an inheritance, they jumped at the chance to leave the States behind and live in ‘Moore Manor’ in Cornwall, England. They had no idea why their mother’s mysterious step-sister, Katherine Moore, had left a fortune to them, but soon Beth and Nicole would find out there is more to the tale of Katherine’s death than either sister would care to know.

Richard Moore was the adopted son of Katherine, whose manor the American sisters now occupied. Tall, strikingly handsome and bright, Richard, sadly, was mute. The lack of speech made Richard shy to strangers, and wary of everyone’s motives.
But his fault didn’t stop the women attempting to lure Richard eagerly to their beds.

When Richard begins to understand he is the true heir of Katherine’s estate his resentment of the women grows. Just when Richard thinks he has regained control, an aristocrat posing as a servant takes Richard’s place as gamekeeper and adds a whole new spin on the power play inside the manor.

Sex, love, intrigue, murder, suicide and forbidden lust, Moore Manor has it all.


Sample chapter for Silent Reign

Beth started salivating as she stared at his rippled chest and abdomen muscles. She could almost taste his sweat as she watched him undetected for a short while. She was dying to touch him. You’re my mystery man. That long hair, those light irises, it was all there for her in the flesh and she wanted to catch those eyes.
Beth moved away from the cabin and approached him slowly.
His sense of hearing caught her immediately. He raised the axe to hold in both hands across his chest and waited.
“Oh, my God. I cannot believe you really exist. Okay, who are you and why is your portrait hanging in my bedroom?” Beth stood right in front of him, never taking her eyes off those intense emerald green eyes. She waited.
When he didn’t answer, she tilted her head. “Hullo? Don’t be shy. Cat got your tongue?” She giggled as he lowered his lashes and a pout formed on his lips. “Have you got a name? I’m Beth.” She waited what was becoming an unreasonably long time.
He set the axe against a tree, then started retreating.
“Wait. Where are you going? Don’t leave. Let me look at you.” She closed the gap between them and noticed he wouldn’t meet her eye any longer. A rosy blush was warming his cheeks. “Why is there a portrait of you in my bedroom? And how can I get you there to see it?” Beth wanted him, very badly. “Could it be possible you are under my employ?”
He tightened his lip and gave her a weak nod.
Beth felt another ‘yahoo’ coming, but stifled it. “You’re gorgeous. You want to be my best kept secret?” She touched his rounded shoulder and he flinched away.
“So shy, so beautiful. Oh, you are too much,” she purred and reached up to caress his face and hair.
“Hallloooo?”
William was coming their way. Beth grumbled in annoyance at being interrupted from luring her prey.
William came hurrying down the path, calling, “Miss, there’s a call for you.” When William noticed Richard, he stopped short.
“Now? Great timing. Did they say who it was?”
“Just one you’d been expecting. I don’t know, miss.”
Beth turned back to Richard, leaning against his chest boldly, staring up at his height. “I’ll see you very soon…count on it.” She winked and sauntered down the path passed William.
*
Angry at her actions, William turned to watch her walk and said, “Pretty bird. Too bad she’s a slapper.”
Once she was out of sight, Richard let out a long exhale and sat on the stump to recuperate.
William pressed against him and smiled. “It was bound to happen, mate. They were both going to find you sooner or later.” With familiarity and affection, William ran his fingers through Richard’s long hair. “Don’t look so put out. They’re only women.”
As if those words offered little comfort, Richard closed his eyes and sighed.
William hugged him. “You have some ale in there for your mate? Eh?”
Richard opened his eyes. He gave William a warm smile and stood, heading into his cabin.
Like a hungry pup, William followed him in, smoothing his hand down Richard’s tight britches as he did.

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DRAGON& FENYX 4: SOLUTIONS by Auburnimp and Michael Barnette

Dragon & Fenyx 4: Solutions by Auburnimp & Michael Barnette

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Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warning: GLBT-homoerotica, Happy for Now Ending--this is an ongoing series.

Storm and Flame solve some of the problems the Dragon and Fenyx clan face.

Flame offered him a wry smile and shook his head. "No, you were raised to be a chief so you'll get that bit right. As for what is said between us, we're still in the process of getting used to one another and, with all that's been happening, we haven't had much opportunity to do that."

The smile widened. "So let's make a start now, shall we?"

Storm didn't wait for a second offer. He pulled Flame into his arms and kissed him. Tendrils of magical energy wafted from the tattoos on his arms and shoulders to wreath Flame.

Slim ribbons of power floated from the bright designs on Flame's arms to caress Storm. He shivered at the tingle of his lover's magic as it caressed him. Storm thrust his tongue between Flame's parted lips, tasting his swordbrother. His cock hardened and he groaned as desire flooded his entire being.

Inside him the Dragon--which had become quiescent while they talked--stirred, reawakened by the heat of lust which burned through Storm's veins.

Flame made a small sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp, and pressed against him once again. Storm could feel his swordbrother's arousal as well as the warm magic that flowed from his body.

Storm wrapped his arms around Flame and, without breaking their kiss, rolled over so that his lover was on top of him. The weight of Flame felt good, as did the touch of their cocks which were pressed tight together. Storm rocked his hips to give them some friction. The Dragon shook Its wings . The two Beasts were entwined as ready for love as the two men to whom they were connected.

Flame pulled away from the kiss only to move down Storm's body until he reached a nipple. He sucked on it for a while before moving to the other which got the same treatment.

Storm closed his eyes and gave a wordless murmur of appreciation. He ran his hands over every part of Flame he could reach. He caressed Flame's shoulders, his arms, ran his fingers through Flame's long, very soft hair as his lover continued to tease his nipples. The sensation rippled through his flesh, coiled inside his balls. The ache for more made him want to roll Flame beneath him and slip his throbbing cock inside Flame's body.

He opened his eyes. Above them the pair of Beasts mimicked their actions, the Fenyx touching its beak to the Dragon's chest, the pointed end of its tongue flicking over the shimmering scales. Storm smiled at the strangeness of it. What the Beasts were doing amused him for a reason he couldn't quite understand. "Look up."

*

Flame looked up his head moving away from Storm's chest. Above them the Fenyx had done exactly the same. Flame chuckled softly before murmuring, "Soul to soul," in an awed tone of voice.

"Umhmm," Storm murmured. He rolled them over so he was on top of Flame. He claimed his lover's mouth for a kiss that left them both breathless. He gazed into Flame's eyes, knowing his Dragon was gazing down at the Fenyx. "I don't want to wait anymore, Flame, I want you."

Flame's eyes were full of lust and something even deeper, more profound. "Then take me, Storm. You know I'm yours."

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TEMPESTUOUS RELATIONS

By Amanda Young

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Dominic Mackenzie isn’t too proud to take advantage of the local gloryhole. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing better than a warm, wet mouth without any strings attached. It’s only by accident that he discovers the shocking identity of the man on his knees. Once the secret’s out, then all bets are off.

An Excerpt from Amanda Young’s Tempestuous Relations
© Amanda Young, 2009All Rights Reserved

Dominic Mackenzie turned into the rest area parking lot, his dick hardening in sight of the squat brick building located directly off the interstate outside of his hometown. Other than the closet, there was no gay scene in Smithville. The clandestine, anonymous hookups that took place within this structure were as good as it got for a single man, unless he was willing to drive over two hours to nearest city. Dom didn’t have the time or the inclination. When he wasn’t pulling double shifts at the factory, his free time was better spent working on the fixer-upper he and his brother bought the year before.
He set the emergency brake more out of habit than thought and got out of the truck. Just because the asphalt lot was level didn’t mean much. Better safe than sorry applied to more than horseshoes and hand grenades. The last thing he needed was for his truck to roll away while he was getting his dick sucked.
Dom slammed the door shut behind him and gave a surreptitious glance at his surroundings. Six other vehicles were parked alongside his Ford, although that wasn’t unusual. People had been known to use the area as a pick up spot for years. His own brother even used it for carpooling occasionally, as evident by the dark blue half-ton truck parked halfway down the lot.
After pulling the bill of his ball cap down lower, Dom strolled into the men’s room. The very thought of his twin brother quickened Dom’s pace, although he couldn’t have explained why and wasn’t comfortable thinking about it. Now certainly wasn’t the time to ponder one of life’s little mysteries.
He imagined his long strides made him look like any other guy in desperate need of a piss, although nothing could be farther from the truth. If anyone glanced closely they would undoubtedly see the stiff proof of his desire pressing against the fly of his jeans in search of the satisfaction he hoped to find inside.
Dom had been visiting the rest stop almost weekly for past two months, thanks to a conversation he’d overheard that clued him in to what happened here. Although he was surprised someone was willing to sit in a foul smelling restroom and suck cock for whomever had the balls to shove their meat through a strategically cut hole, he wasn’t above making use of some stranger’s willing mouth in order to assuage his needs.
Upon entering the bathroom, Dom was relieved to find it seemingly deserted. Amid the pungent aromas of sweat, piss, and cum, he quickly made his way to the back and slipped inside the last stall on the left. Although the room remained silent, a pair of scuffed sneakers could be seen beneath the panel separating his compartment from the next.
A shiver crept down his spine and lodged in his balls as he thought about what might happen in the near future. Things would either go well, as they had in the past, or he would find himself in a fantastically bad situation. If word of this spot had gotten out since the last time he’d come by, there was every likelihood that he might get his ass arrested. He could easily imagine a police sting being arranged to capture all the deviant men like himself who took advantage of a little anonymous action within the rest area’s semiprivate environment. Although it wouldn’t be the first time he’d found himself on the wrong side of the law, he didn’t relish the thought of being hauled in to the police station for lewd behavior. The rumor mill would decimate him faster than any outlandish charges the court system slung his way.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to turn back now. His dick was like steel inside his jeans. It knew what was up and wouldn’t accept any less than the warm, wet mouth that had serviced him so well in recent months. Actually, for all he knew it might be different men.
Frankly, he didn’t want to attach a face with the mouth that sucked him off. That would make the dude too real. As it stood, Dom could come in, blow his load, and leave. He didn’t have to make small talk or any of the inane gestures that came with meeting someone and trying to get into their pants.
Dom turned to face the dividing wall. A lewd hole the size of an orange was carved in the metal to the left of the broken toilet paper holder. He tapped his foot, impatience welling inside him as he waited for the stranger to make his move.
After only a moment, a slim finger with a square, trimmed nail appeared through the hole and made a come-hither motion. Not wasting any time, Dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He gave himself a nice hard stroke from root to tip, stepped forward, and slid his erection through the hole.
A heartbeat passed while Dom’s tension grew. Every muscle in his body felt strung tight, waiting…

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Live Chat with Stormy Glenn, Wednesday, Sept. 16th

If you're looking for erotic, paranormal, werewolf, futuristic, contemporary, gay, suspense, and menage a trois romance that'll set your Kindle or Sony Reader on fire, look no further. I will make you fan the flames of erotic romance. I've been told my stories are exciting, erotic, intense, emotional, intriguing, and heart wrenching. Come read excerpts and chat about my Tri-Omega Mates series, Lover's of Alpha Squad series, Wolf Creek Pack series, Love's Legacy series, and The Katzmen series and more.

I will be at the Blackraven's Erotic Cafe for a live chat. So, come out and play on Wednesday night, September 16th at 8:00 P.M. Central Standard Time at The Blackraven's Erotic Chat Room. The chat room is located on the side bar. I will tell you more about my upcoming releases Wolf Queen and My Outlaw (part of the Forbidden Love Trilogy).

There will also be a contest and the lucky winner will win an e-book of Wolf Queen. Therefore, if you like erotic, paranormal romance (Wolf Queen) and man-on-man action in the wild west (My Outlaw in the Forbidden Love Trilogy by Noble Publishing) come out and chat with me and The Blackraven on Wednesday night. We'd love to have you.

Since you know I'm going to entice you, here are blurbs from both books:

Wolf Queen by Stormy Glenn

Katia has loved Mikhail Nikolaevich forever. When her father dies, she goes to Mikhail for solace. Afterwards, believing that Mikhail doesn't truly care for her, Katia flees. By then, it's too late. The mating heat has started and must be completed or Katia will die.

But Mikhail is not all that he seems. He's a Kindred and he's determined to have Katia as his mate. But first, he has to convince Katia that he does love her. That's easier said than done when Katia learns about the Kindred and that the man she loves turns into a werewolf. It's also complicated by the fact that Mikhail is leader of his people. Even if Katia accepts Mikhail, her life is still in danger. She's killed the leader of another clan and is faced with a challenge to the death for her position.

Before Mikhail can help Katia, he has to defend her against a Council of Elders who believe she's an inferior human and a band of rogue werewolves out to kill them all. Can Mikhail save his bondmate before she gets challenged again or will Katia have to fight for her life?

Forbidden Love Anthology

(Stormy Glenn, Aleksandr Voinov, H.C. Brown, and Anna O'Neill)

My Outlaw By Stormy Glenn

After getting injured and losing his horse during a cattle drive, Daniel Branson is ordered to ride the stagecoach back home. Little does he realize that it will put him in the hands of the notorious outlaw, Black Bart. And the handsome outlaw has plans for Daniel that don't involve holding him for ransom!

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Forbidden Love Anthology
Genre: M/M Historical
Length: Novel
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My Outlaw, by Stormy Glenn
After getting injured and losing his horse during a cattle drive, Daniel Branson is ordered to ride the stagecoach back home. Little does he realize that it will put him in the hands of the notorious outlaw, Black Bart. And the handsome outlaw has plans for Daniel that don’t involve holding him for ransom!

Forbidden, by H.C. Brown
England 1075—Sir Renoir Danier finds himself in an intolerable situation when he is ordered by King William to marry an elderly Spanish countess. Five years earlier, he met the great love of his life, Sir Sebastian. This deeply sensual dark angel taught him all that a man could give to another. Renoir became a slave to his erotic punishment. After a month of bliss, Sebastian sailed to Spain. Will he return or leave Renoir with a shattered heart?

Poisoned Heart, by Anna O’Neill
The ultimate betrayal . . . .
In Edo-period Japan, a prominent family might choose to foster a son from another clan in order to encourage peaceful political relations. When Raiden's family invites twenty-three year old Masashi into their lives, their gesture has the opposite effect: Masashi kills Raiden's parents. Now years later Raiden is studying with a master of magic who allows Raiden the chance to go back in time to kill Masashi before Masashi can lift a finger against his family.
But when Raiden is faced with his guest-brother once again, much to his horror he finds that his old feelings for Masashi return. With the weight of the future bearing down on Raiden's shoulders, can he overcome these troublesome emotions, or will his new weakness destroy everything?

Deliverance, by Aleksandr Voinov
William Raven of Kent joined the Knights Templar to do penance for his sins. Formerly a professional tournament fighter and mercenary, William is brought face-to-face with a past he'd thought he had escaped.

Special content alert: M/M, light bdsm, spanking.

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BROKEN by SAGE WHISTLER

BROKEN by SAGE WHISTLER

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Sometimes bravery and love are one and the same.

Gabriel and Tristan Stalling parted ways seven years ago when their father kicked Gabriel out of the house for being gay. The years that passed were hard on both brothers. Tristan was left with his guilt and shame for not sticking up for his twin, the relentless need to please their parents, and the gnawing ache for his other half.

Gabriel manages to make his dreams of becoming a rockstar come true, but with his fame comes drugs and meaningless sex as he tries to drown out the hurt he feels when Tristan abandoned him.

As fate would have it, the Stalling twins are about to get one last chance to make things right. Both Gabriel and Tristan will be tested as never before. Not only will they have to make a choice between giving in to a love so taboo it can never be revealed or spending their lives forever broken, but they will also have to face the ghosts of their past, even the ones with the power to destroy them.

Excerpt

Tristan was sitting at the bar shelling peanuts when Gabriel slipped onto the stool next to him.

“Howdy, pardner,” Gabriel rumbled in his ear, reaching over to snag Tristan’s beer. He took a sip. “Enjoying the night life?”

Obviously tipsy, Tristan giggled. “It’s past my bedtime.”

“You ready to go home?”

“Nope. Red head.” He held his hands out well past his chest. “Big boobs. Be back in th-thirty hours.”

Gabriel chuckled, pretty sure his brother was too damn drunk to know the difference between thirty minutes and thirty hours.

He tugged Tristan’s arm. “Come on. We’ll wait for her in my car.” And while they were at it, he’d get Tristan home and tucked into bed.

“’Kay.” Tristan waved sloppily at the bartender. “Bye, Keif.”

Keith smiled fondly and waved back. “Take care, Tristan.” He nodded at Gabriel. “Brogan driving?”

“Yeah.” He’d had only two and a half beers, but he wasn’t taking any chances, especially if he didn’t have to. Brogan was waiting outside with his jeep to take them both home. Luckily, the crowd in Orion knew to be on their best behaviour. Any confrontation with the members of Thrice Broken was an automatic ejection and revoking of club rights. He went pretty much unmolested in his own place.

Wrapping Tristan’s arm around his neck and his arm around his twin’s waist, Gabriel supported his brother’s weight as they moved through the crowd. Tristan wasn’t fall down drunk. In fact except for a stumble or two, he walked under his own power. It was just easier to get them both to the same destination at the same time. Or so Gabriel told himself as he traded the body-heated club air for the cool, fresh air outside.

Brogan didn’t get out to open the door. The fucker. Gabriel smiled to himself, not even bothering to ask. He knew what Brogan would say. “I’m not a fucking chauffeur, boss.” True. He’d fired D’angelo three months ago and had never gotten around to hiring a new one.

Gabriel got Tristan into the jeep with little trouble. It was when they were both seated that the problem arose. Either Tristan thought he was with the buxom red-head or he imagined Gabriel could be his pillow because he cuddled right up to his brother, squeezing his waist and burying his face in the side of Gabriel’s neck. Tristan huffed then sighed, settling down.

Gabriel’s heartbeat picked up an anxious rhythm. Tristan was too close for comfort and parts of him were starting to take notice.

Brogan glanced up at the rear-view mirror. “You okay, Gabe?”

“Huh? Yeah, fine,” Gabriel said, praying it was too dark in the interior for Brogan to see how ‘not fine’ he really was with Tristan curled around him. He debated whether to try and pry off Tristan and, finally, decided that at least removing his arm would be a good idea.

No sooner had he wrapped his hand around Tristan’s wrist than his brother became animated—well, at least, his lips did. “Red head. Big Boobs. She reminded me of Bekah. Hmm…bitch.”

Brogan snorted with laughter in the front seat.

Gabriel ignored him. Curious, he asked, “Who is Bekah?”

“Ex. She left me after I lost my beer.”

More laughter from Brogan.

Gabriel tried to slap Brogan in the back of the head, but his arm wouldn’t reach unless he shifted Tristan. Idiot.

“You mean money,” Gabriel corrected.

“Erm…no…mag-ma-ga-zeen. Playgirl. Lost it, and she found it.”

His heart skipped a beat in his chest. Inadvertently, his fingers dug into Tristan’s shoulder until his brother made a distressed sound. “Sorry. Listen to me, Tristan. Was it Playgirl or Playboy?” He asked the question as if his life depended on it. It probably did.

Tristan huffed against his neck. “Playgirl. No gays for Bekah.”

“Holy shit!” Brogan said from the front seat.

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CALL ME SIR - New Review

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Erotic, Contemporary, Light BDSM, D/s, Spanking, M/M, Romance

The night Logan James subbed for the bartender at his club, he had no idea the love of his life would walk through the door, but the moment he saw Joey MacIntire, he wanted him. The only problem? How to initiate someone so young and obviously innocent into Logan's D/s lifestyle. Logan decides to bide his time and wait for Joey to get to know him better.

Joey MacIntire came to the city to find someone to call his own. Logan James embodies everything Joey could ever want in a man, but while he treats Joey kindly, he doesn't seem interested in anything more than friendship. Still, Joey has hope . . . and many late night fantasies. But after a year of waiting for Logan to give him more than a passing glance, Joey finally gives up. He decides to stop wasting his time at Logan's club and try out the new place across town. Dante's Dungeon is a BDSM club, and Joey is totally unprepared for what he sees there and what he discovers about himself.

When Logan discovers Joey's intentions, he decides he's waited long enough. It's time to claim Joey as his own. Things heat up between the two men and they settle into a life of domestic D/s bliss, but there are outside forces at work—forces intent on destroying Joey and Logan's newfound happiness.



REVIEW

Joey MacIntire moved to the city when his family and friends abandoned him when he told them he was gay. He hoped that by moving to the city he would find someone to love him. For a year he has been hanging out at a gay bar called Club Refectory, and he is very attracted to the owner. But so far, the owner seems to only want to be friends.

Logan James is very much in love with Joey, but he is also a Dom and is concerned about how Joey will react to what he expects from a lover. So instead of making Joey his own, he has been trying to give Joey a chance to get to know him first.

When Joey spends yet another night at Club Refectory where not one of the hot guys will dance with him, or talk to him, he decides he is going to try out a new gay club across town called Dante's Dungeon. But Dante's Dungeon is a BDSM club, and full of D/s. When Joey tells his friend the bouncer where he is going, Toby runs up to Logan's office to let him know what his love interest is doing. Logan makes a call to his friend Dante, and asks him to keep an eye on Joey. When Joey meets the same reception at Dante's Dungeon as he did at Club Refectory, he is crushed. However, he feels even worse when he spots Logan in the club sitting with a good looking man at the bar. Desperate to not be seen, he hides out in the bathroom hoping to wait it out until Logan leaves. It does not work out that way though, and instead he ends up meeting up with Logan. While their beginning is rocky, it is not long before they start a relationship, but then their relationship may be in jeopardy when Joey's abusive father arrives in town. What will Joey do regarding his father's demands?

I love the way Ms. Glenn does D/s in this book. She does such a fantastic job of explaining that world and how it works in a real relationship. I just wanted to hug Joey, he has had such a hard time, and it just always amazes me how rotten some parents can be to their kids. Ms. Glenn really gets to the heart of what can happen when families do not accept their gay members, and how hard this can be on the young and gay. I loved Logan and how he just wanted to take care of and love Joey, but also how he loved him enough to give up the D/s lifestyle if it was not something Joey could handle. I'm hoping that there are some other stories later about the secondary characters. Hint, hint, Ms. Glenn! A beautiful story that I am more than happy to recommend, and give my highest rating.

Regina, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

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Hearts Affire: September by Phillippa Grey-Gerou and Michael Barnette

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Hearts Afire: September

by: Philippa Grey-Gerou and Michael Barnette

ISBN: 978-1-59578-583-1

Featuring the stories "High Heat" and "Five Alarm Lover"



High Heat by Philippa Grey-Gerou:

With a flourishing catering business and an acclaimed restaurant to his name, chef Roman Geary had finally made it. Until his dreams go up in smoke, literally, when a fire devastates his kitchen. He finds a temporary home at the catering hall of the local fire company, putting him in close quarters with the attractive firefighter Jacob Niemczyk, who proves himself as adept in the kitchen as he is at fighting fires.

While Roman is skilled in the kitchen, he finds romance a bit trickier, but the two find their way into each other’s arms despite missteps and inconvenient interruptions. Their relationship looks to be off to a smoking start until a massive fire makes Roman question how willing his is to risk his heart to a man who constantly risks his life.

They say that if you can’t stand the heat, you should stay out of the kitchen. But when food is your life and your heart is on the line, sometimes it’s the safest place to be.

Five Alarm Lover by Michael Barnette:
On Rowland Mining colony Moon Three Delmar 'Del' Preston responds to a mine fire. What he doesn't realize is the fire will lead to the one thing he needs most in his life... love.

Rowland mining executive, Aaron Halford has been called a freak--and worse--his entire life. Born with psi-talent Aaron doesn't need any added trouble in his life. But he finds trouble in the form of a mysterious man made of flames and a hot firefighter he wants worse than he's ever wanted anyone.

The fire isn't the only heat these two men experience. Sparks of lust ignite and burn hot for them both, but the risk of a 'suit' and 'grunt' having a relationship has consequences, consequences more dangerous than either of them realize.

THE MASTER'S PET

By Stormy Glenn

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The world is in ruins, society divided into those who protect and those who need protection. That protection comes at a price, one that Jiri discovers when he's sold to Zane, leader of the Death Dealers.

He's shocked when Zane explains he wants Jiri as his own personal sex pet. But Jiri can't deny he's intrigued by Zane's proposal.

He wears the collar and leash Zane provides and prepares himself to be a possession. But the more he gets to know Zane, the more Jiri wants something more. He wants Zane to want him for him, and not just as a pet. But before Jiri can convince Zane of his desire, an attack comes from The Night Dwellers, one that could destroy them both.

EXCERPT

A loud thud outside of his room woke Jiri from his troubled sleep. He sat up, hanging his legs over the side of his small cot. Wiping a hand down his face, Jiri tried to remember what day it was but nothing came to mind.
He wasn't even sure if it was day or night. There were no windows in the small room he inhabited. Just a door, a small army cot, a crate Jiri used as a nightstand, a lamp, a cardboard box that housed what clothes he had, and a sink with a mirror. It wasn't much but it was his.
Jiri stood up and walked to the small sink in the corner. He turned on the cold water and cupped some in his hands, bringing it up over his face. Turning off the water, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink.
Lifting his hand Jiri gently touched the soft purple color around his left eye. Well, at least the swelling had gone down a little. His lower lip was another matter. It was cracked and swollen, dried blood on the small cut there.
He'd looked worse but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He was getting tired of being beat up. Of course, he was also getting used to it. Maybe that's what he had such a problem with. He was getting used to being knocked around by his stepfather and his buddies.
If that didn't say how sad his life was, Jiri didn't know what did. A person should never get used to being beat up. Jiri just didn't know what other choice he had. He had no where to go and no money to get there. Larry had taken all his money last night right before he and his buddies beat the crap out of Jiri.
He was stuck living in hell with Larry, his stepfather. He lived in what was once a storage closet in Larry's auto repair shop. He worked from the time the sun came up until it went down repairing cars and working the gas station out front.
Jiri didn't intend to be here forever. He'd run the first chance he got. He had even been saving up his tips until last night. He had to because Larry didn't pay him anything for the work he did. Oh, Larry provided just enough food and personal supplies to keep Jiri alive, but just that.
Shaking his head at the sad condition he was in, Jiri reached into his cardboard box and pulled out the cleanest shirt he had to wear and pulled it on. He buttoned up his pants and pulled his shoes on.
He was just reaching for the door handle of his small room when he heard another loud thud outside of his room. Turning the handle slowly, Jiri eased the door open and peered out. He really hoped Larry and his buddies weren't still around. He so didn't need to run into them again, at least, not until he healed up from the last little party they threw for him.
Peering out, Jiri couldn't see anything. The garage was unusually dark. Maybe it was nighttime? Jiri was a little confused by that. If it was night, Larry must have let him sleep in and Larry never let him sleep in.
Jiri looked around the door but he still couldn't see anything. A small shaft of light was coming from Larry's office, which meant Larry was still around. Just perfect. Jiri hoped he could avoid him but knew he probably couldn't.
Closing the door behind him, Jiri made his way towards the far door. To get to it he would have to pass by Larry's office but if he were real quiet, he might be able to make it without Larry hearing him.
As Jiri inched his way past the smoky glass window of Larry's office he saw shadows move out of the corner of his eye. Jiri froze, trying to even out the breath that was rushing rapidly in and out of his chest.
It was only when Jiri heard the voices coming from Larry's office that he realized the people in Larry's office were not Larry's buddies. He didn't recognize their voices but he knew that they were angry.
"You cheated me, you son of a bitch," someone yelled.
"I didn't mean to, honest, Zane. It was a mistake!" That was Larry. Jiri would recognize that simpering voice anywhere.
"You're damn right it was a mistake!" the other voice shouted. "Now, how do you plan to rectify it?"
"Rectify?" Larry asked. He sounded confused, the moron. Jiri seriously doubted Larry even knew what the word meant. He was big and beefy and dumb as the day was long. Rectify would be a word he wouldn't understand.
"Fix it, you dumb ass. You owe me and if you don't pay up, I'm going to let Slash here take it out of your hide."
Jiri quickly covered his mouth with his hand as a giggle threatened to escape. He would love to have a ringside seat to Larry being handed his ass. He'd even pay for seats, if he had any money.
"I don't have anything, I swear," Larry cried out.
Jiri could see enough shadow coming through the smoky glass to know that Larry was cowering back in his chair. A much larger man was bent over him. Several more shadows moved throughout the small office.
"I don't believe you, Larry," the large man replied. "I want what's mine!"
Jiri's eyes widened as the man picked Larry right up out of his chair by a hand at Larry's throat. He barely had time to scramble out of the way before Larry came sailing through the window to land on the floor at Jiri's feet, glass spraying everywhere.
Jiri stood there, stunned to see his stepfather, the man who had made his life a living hell, lying on the floor covered in blood and broken glass. His eyes slowly made the track back up the wall to the shattered window.
Shock held Jiri immobile as his eyes landed on the biggest man he had ever seen. He was leaning out the broken window staring down at the floor where Larry lay groaning.

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BROKEN by SAGE WHISTLER

COMING SEPTEMBER 14, 2009 FROM TOTAL E BOUND

Sometimes bravery and love are one and the same.

Gabriel and Tristan Stalling parted ways seven years ago when their father kicked Gabriel out of the house for being gay. The years that passed were hard on both brothers. Tristan was left with his guilt and shame for not sticking up for his twin, the relentless need to please their parents, and the gnawing ache for his other half.

Gabriel manages to make his dreams of becoming a rockstar come true, but with his fame comes drugs and meaningless sex as he tries to drown out the hurt he feels when Tristan abandoned him.

As fate would have it, the Stalling twins are about to get one last chance to make things right. Both Gabriel and Tristan will be tested as never before. Not only will they have to make a choice between giving in to a love so taboo it can never be revealed or spending their lives forever broken, but they will also have to face the ghosts of their past, even the ones with the power to destroy them.

Excerpt

Tristan was sitting at the bar shelling peanuts when Gabriel slipped onto the stool next to him.

“Howdy, pardner,” Gabriel rumbled in his ear, reaching over to snag Tristan’s beer. He took a sip. “Enjoying the night life?”

Obviously tipsy, Tristan giggled. “It’s past my bedtime.”

“You ready to go home?”

“Nope. Red head.” He held his hands out well past his chest. “Big boobs. Be back in th-thirty hours.”

Gabriel chuckled, pretty sure his brother was too damn drunk to know the difference between thirty minutes and thirty hours.

He tugged Tristan’s arm. “Come on. We’ll wait for her in my car.” And while they were at it, he’d get Tristan home and tucked into bed.

“’Kay.” Tristan waved sloppily at the bartender. “Bye, Keif.”

Keith smiled fondly and waved back. “Take care, Tristan.” He nodded at Gabriel. “Brogan driving?”

“Yeah.” He’d had only two and a half beers, but he wasn’t taking any chances, especially if he didn’t have to. Brogan was waiting outside with his jeep to take them both home. Luckily, the crowd in Orion knew to be on their best behaviour. Any confrontation with the members of Thrice Broken was an automatic ejection and revoking of club rights. He went pretty much unmolested in his own place.

Wrapping Tristan’s arm around his neck and his arm around his twin’s waist, Gabriel supported his brother’s weight as they moved through the crowd. Tristan wasn’t fall down drunk. In fact except for a stumble or two, he walked under his own power. It was just easier to get them both to the same destination at the same time. Or so Gabriel told himself as he traded the body-heated club air for the cool, fresh air outside.

Brogan didn’t get out to open the door. The fucker. Gabriel smiled to himself, not even bothering to ask. He knew what Brogan would say. “I’m not a fucking chauffeur, boss.” True. He’d fired D’angelo three months ago and had never gotten around to hiring a new one.

Gabriel got Tristan into the jeep with little trouble. It was when they were both seated that the problem arose. Either Tristan thought he was with the buxom red-head or he imagined Gabriel could be his pillow because he cuddled right up to his brother, squeezing his waist and burying his face in the side of Gabriel’s neck. Tristan huffed then sighed, settling down.

Gabriel’s heartbeat picked up an anxious rhythm. Tristan was too close for comfort and parts of him were starting to take notice.

Brogan glanced up at the rear-view mirror. “You okay, Gabe?”

“Huh? Yeah, fine,” Gabriel said, praying it was too dark in the interior for Brogan to see how ‘not fine’ he really was with Tristan curled around him. He debated whether to try and pry off Tristan and, finally, decided that at least removing his arm would be a good idea.

No sooner had he wrapped his hand around Tristan’s wrist than his brother became animated—well, at least, his lips did. “Red head. Big Boobs. She reminded me of Bekah. Hmm…bitch.”

Brogan snorted with laughter in the front seat.

Gabriel ignored him. Curious, he asked, “Who is Bekah?”

“Ex. She left me after I lost my beer.”

More laughter from Brogan.

Gabriel tried to slap Brogan in the back of the head, but his arm wouldn’t reach unless he shifted Tristan. Idiot.

“You mean money,” Gabriel corrected.

“Erm…no…mag-ma-ga-zeen. Playgirl. Lost it, and she found it.”

His heart skipped a beat in his chest. Inadvertently, his fingers dug into Tristan’s shoulder until his brother made a distressed sound. “Sorry. Listen to me, Tristan. Was it Playgirl or Playboy?” He asked the question as if his life depended on it. It probably did.

Tristan huffed against his neck. “Playgirl. No gays for Bekah.”

“Holy shit!” Brogan said from the front seat.

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A Princely Gift by Claire Thompson

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Set in Ancient Japan, two young men, separated by the nearly impassable boundaries of class and station, come together in a powerful liaison of sexual exploration and passion. With the delicate restraint of a Japanese ink painting on silk, this is a love story between men who dare to defy convention as they fulfill their romantic destiny.

Excerpt

Kisho lay on a bed for the first time in his life. Perhaps it was not the bed of a king, but it was certainly thicker and softer than the mat upon which he had slept all his life. His heart was pounding in his throat. He hoped he had stopped trembling. The prince was very kind and had put him at ease—as much at ease as he could be in the situation.
How easy it had been that first night, when Yukio was not a prince, but a golden spirit moving through his dreams. How simple it had been to accept the gift of his skilled touch upon Kisho’s body.
His cock rose hungrily at the recollection. Kisho found he was curious what it would be like to taste another man as Yukio had done. Could he possibly deliver the same intense pleasure? Would Yukio permit such a thing?
Too shy to ask, he instead reached over, lightly touching the prince’s cock. It responded to his touch, lengthening and rising like a snake under his fingers. Kisho glanced over at him. Yukio was lying on his back, his eyes closed, his hands behind his head. Kisho might have thought he was sleeping if it weren’t for that cock, straight as a pole now, pointing toward the ceiling.
Emboldened by the man’s implied invitation, Kisho knelt up next to the prince and massaged the shaft with both hands. It felt as soft as fine silk, with a bar of iron hidden beneath.
Kisho’s own cock bounced against Yukio’s thigh as he leaned over, his heart pounding, his lips parting to taste the hard shaft of the man who would be emperor.
He tried not to focus on Yukio’s status, but it was very hard to forget it. He understood Yukio’s desire that it not come between them, and he tried to swallow his own fear, thinking only of Yukio’s pleasure and his wish to give it to him.
Lightly he teased the head of the cock, as Yukio had done to him. It was spongy and soft, a pleasing texture. He willed his hands to stop trembling as he gripped the base of the shaft and slowly lowered his mouth over it.
Yukio moaned and touched the back of Kisho’s neck, the pressure of his fingers a gentle encouragement to continue. Kisho lowered his head, taking the shaft farther into his mouth. As it touched the soft palate at the back of his throat he gagged slightly, pulling away. “Relax. Open your throat. You are pleasing me greatly.” Encouraged, Kisho tried again, slowly taking the full length of Yukio’s cock, remembering the prince’s mouth on his own shaft and trying to recreate that pleasure for his lover.
Letting go of his own fears, he found his hands, lips and tongue moving of their own accord, dancing across the prince’s body with a grace that seemed to come from somewhere outside himself. Yukio groaned and his fingers tightened on Kisho’s neck.
“Yes. Yes, don’t stop,” Yukio commanded, his voice low and urgent. His hips began to writhe, making it somewhat difficult for Kisho to maintain his rhythm. He tried to flow with Yukio’s movements, allowing Yukio to guide him with his fingers. He thought of the crane, flying so effortlessly across the sky and tried to summon that grace within himself as Yukio bucked against him.
All at once Yukio stiffened and, with a little cry, released his seed into Kisho’s open mouth. It shot so far it bypassed his tongue, sliding down his throat like a raw oyster before Kisho could even register its presence.
He sat back, swallowing the ejaculate, which did in fact taste faintly of oyster. He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face as he watched Yukio, his cheeks flushed, his eyes closed in what could only be described as ecstasy.
As he watched the young prince, Yukio’s eyes slowly opened and he smiled up at Kisho. “You cannot tell me you have never done that before. I won’t believe you.”
Kisho continued to grin, a blush now kissing his cheeks. “I will not tell you, then,” he laughed.

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BLOOD ECLIPSE 2: Rapture by DJ MANLY and AJ LLEWELLYN

BLOOD ECLIPSE 2: Rapture by DJ MANLY and AJ LLEWELLYN

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In the continuation of Blood Eclipse, Rory finds himself hopelessly enamored with Carden and will
finally experience the rapture of loving a pure blood vampire. But there are those who are determined to
have Carden at all costs to satisfy their own self interest, and they won’t let anyone get in their way.

Carden still seeks the truth of what happened to his parents long ago, and he won’t rest until he finds
the answers. And when the discovery is made, and shocking secrets are revealed, all hell breaks loose
as Carden sets his sights on vengeance. And suddenly the fragility between good and evil will be blown
wide open.

Teaser:
Carden looked at him from over his shoulder. “Human life is precious. You should take more care
with it. You don’t want to get too close to me, I’m dangerous.”
“Then do as you said you would, and release me from this spell you say you have me under. Or
maybe you enjoy this kind of thing, the great and mighty vampire torturing us poor, unworthy mortal
conquests?”
“You think I’m having a good laugh at your expense?”
Rory picked up his pants and held them in front of him. “What would you have me believe? I come
here thinking that something in the way you kissed me told me you wanted me, and you send me
away like I’m some serf? Go now! Do you want money, is that it? Do I have to pay like everyone
else?” God, I’m so horny and pathetic and he’s standing there without anything on torturing me. I’m
insane, what am I doing here with a vampire?
Carden reached for his robe. He’d never been modest, and sometimes he was unaware of the effect
his nudity had on mortals. He put on the robe and tied it. Whoever it was who was nearby hadn’t
gone anywhere. He could still sense them. If he thought it safe to let Rory go, he would have sought
the mortal out, but he couldn’t risk it. He wouldn’t play with Rory’s life.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Carden walked over and closed his bedroom door, turning the lock. He wasn’t sure that would keep
it out, but he knew now for sure he couldn’t let Rory leave here until he knew the threat had passed.
“What are you doing?” Rory demanded anxiously.
Carden came and stood in front of him, looking down at his face. He put his hands on Rory’s
shoulders. “I’m sorry, Rory, but I can’t let you leave here.”
“What? First you tell me to leave, now you…” Rory backed away from him.
“Oh Rory, don’t, don’t fear me, please.”
“What’s happening?” Rory asked him, looking around the room, watching as Carden walked over
and closed the balcony doors. “What are you afraid of? Is it Blane?”
“No,” Carden said, “It isn’t Blane.” He went to touch him, but Rory moved out of his reach.
“What is this, Carden? Talk to me.”
“I’m not going to drink your blood, Rory,” he snapped. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re
safe with me.”
“Why did you lure me here?”
“I didn’t lure you anywhere,” he sighed. “And it looks like if there was a spell, it’s worn off now.”
“Why would you cast a spell on me in the first place?” Rory glanced at the door.
“Maybe I like pretty boys who don’t understand me.”
“Are you trying to be cute?”
“I don’t know. Am I?” He stiffened suddenly, stood. “And don’t think of making a run for it, I’m ten
times faster than you.”
“Carden, what is going…?”
He put up a hand suddenly, placing a finger to his lips. He moved closer to the door.
Rory fell quiet, his eyes narrowing.
After a few minutes, Carden seemed to relax. He walked over and opened the door again. “It’s gone,’
he said without emotion. “You can go now.” He opened the robe and let it slip to the floor.
Rory was looking at him. “Have you ever used your body to torture a man to death before, Carden, or
am I your first victim?”
“Rory,” he said. “I told you, I’ve taken off the spell.” He quickly picked up the robe and put it back on.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Rory shook his head, dropped the pants he was holding, and moved in his direction. “There was
never any spell. You lied to me and I don’t know why. And if you’d wanted to kill me, I’d already be
dead. What are you afraid of?”
“It’s supposed to work the other way around, isn’t it?” he asked.
Rory moved closer again, and Carden backed up with each step Rory took. Now, he was standing
with his back against the wall. “Imagine that,” Rory smiled, “the vampire afraid of me.”
Carden didn’t say anything. He let his head lull to one side, watching Rory silently.

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