Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Top Men by G.A. Hauser

Top Men

Top Men

By: G.A. Hauser | Other books by G.A. Hauser
Published By: Phaze Books
ISBN # 978-1-60659-550-3
Word Count: 60000
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Epub
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About the book

LAPD cop Mickey Stanton knew the minute the new guy, Jeff Chandler, a transfer from Seattle PD ended up in his division, he was crazy about him. Ending up in the same patrol car working as partners, Mickey couldn’t believe his luck when one late evening at the end of shift, they revealed to each other their sexual preference. From that moment, the two of them began a fiercely wild love affair which included risqué sex on duty.

As the exhaustion and stress of the job compete with their volatile relationship, Mick and Jeff struggle to keep what they have alive as the battles between them are as passionate as the sexual bouts. Can the two big cats, the sworn officers of LAPD make it happen? Or will the job and the anger separate these top men? Sometimes the answer is sitting in a patrol car by your side.


TOO KEEN by AKM Miles


Blurb:

Things sure happen when Keen Thomas and Lance Cantu get together. Wild things. Sexy things. Fun things. Crazy things. They form an almost instant bond, but somehow the police keep getting involved. Keen and Lance form an almost instant bond and end up meeting a lot of police officers. It seems that the term “Chaos Magnets” fits them to a T. These two sure know how to handle themselves in chaotic situations. They know how to handle themselves in romantic situations, as well.

There are criminals galore, martial arts, a little old lady (who, by the way, writes gay literature), sisters and identical brothers, more criminals, and lots of really hot sex. Join Keen and Lance as they face all life manages to throw their way, together.

Excerpt:

Keen and Sandy had talked and he knew she was taking a few days off to spend some time with Lance. He noticed that her car was missing, though, and wondered where she was. Had Lance forgotten their appointment? He knocked on the door and waited.

Suddenly the door was wrenched open and his hand was taken, pulling him inside. He laughed at Lance as the door was slammed and locked. He found himself up against it with Lance in his arms. Somebody was eager…and very, very hard.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who feels like this,” Lance pleaded, right before he pressed his open mouth over Keen’s. Keen would have told him he wasn’t alone in his desire, but he set about showing him instead. He was familiar with Sandy’s place so he walked them both towards the living room couch, without losing the liplock.

He turned so he was sitting on the back of the couch and pulling Lance into his arms. He spread his legs so they fit together very tightly. Lance was quick to start moving against him, not in a smooth rhythm, but quickly, raggedly, obviously in need.

Keen put his hands on Lance’s ass and pulled him even closer, moving him around, mashing their hard cocks together, creating the much needed friction. Lance groaned into his mouth and tightened his arms around Keen’s neck. He pulled back and mumbled,

“I’m sorry. I’m kind of dopey. Too many time zones yesterday. I didn’t sleep too well. I just…I thought about you…us…all night…and…”

“Not a problem, Lance. I feel the same way. I thought about you, too. Come back here and give me that tongue again.”

Lance pulled his head back a little and looked at him and said, “You like kissing? I mean, I know we did yesterday, but most guys…I mean…”

“Everybody’s different, Lance. Me, I love kissing. Always have. You don’t?”

“Yeah, I mean, yeah, I do…love it. I just thought most guys thought it was…you know…not cool.”

“I love the way it feels…a soft, wet tongue moving in my mouth. I love it soft and light and easy… and I like it rough and hard and strong. Kind of like sex. I like it both ways, you know. There’s a time for both. How about you? You only like it one way, or are you into experimenting and doing it as many ways as we can think up?”


~AKM~
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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Soldier by AKM Miles

Soldier

Blurb:

Soldier was very much interested in what was going on in his house. He’d never lived there, but it was part of his vast holdings. He was a badly scarred, heart sore, loner who was rambling from place to place, as he put it, scaring little children and making grownups nervous. He was especially interested in the very pretty man he saw coming and going occasionally. He stayed hidden and watched to see what was up.

All of a sudden he was in the middle of chaos. Seven boys, who’d been shit on by life in general, were being cared for by Dillon Kramer. But what was he going to do about it? Before long, he was part of them. He was helping them, supporting them, fighting for them, and loving them every one. Especially the big one, Dillon.

Excerpt:

This scene happens after Soldier meets the first of the guys, Gom, who asks if he can touch Soldier’s scarred face--

“It’s okay…Gom, is it?” Soldier wanted to ease him for some reason.

“Yeah. Gom or Gommy. I’m too little for Mont …gom…ery. I would like to touch you once, just for a little…to see how it feels. Are you sure I can?”

“Gom…” Dillon started to say, but Soldier broke in.

“It’s okay. Come here, little one. Here,” Soldier took Gom’s little hand and pressed the palm against the rough scars on his face. He moved it a little so the boy could feel how rough it was and then he dropped his hand and let the kid touch him. Gom’s eyes were huge as he moved his hand over his face. He patted it softly and said,

“Does it hurt when I touch it? I don’t want to hurt you.” There were tears gathering in his eyes and he dropped his hand.

“Here, what’s the matter…uh, Gom? It’s okay. It didn’t hurt me.” Oh shit, what should he do now? He was so out of his element here. “I’m a tough old bird, anyway, but there is very little feeling in that side of my face because of the scars. Don’t cry.” He felt awful as tears fell down the little boy’s face. He didn’t make a sound, though.

Dillon closed his arms around Gom and sat him down on his leg, saying,

“Shhhhh, now, Gom. You heard what he said. You didn’t hurt him. Come on now, don’t cry or you’ll get all worked up. I hate when you cry for so long.” Dillon patted Gom on the back and looked over at Soldier who looked like he was ready to bolt.

They both sat stunned when Gom said, through his tears, “But someone hurted him bad and it makes me sad.” He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t help crying. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad.”

“Honey, you’ve got to quit thinking we’re gonna be mad when you cry. It never makes me mad. I just hate to see you sad enough to cry.” Dillon hugged him close to his chest. “Come on, now, dry up and tell Soldier it’s okay. I think he thinks he did something wrong.”

“Oh no. You was nice and let me touch. I wish they didn’t hurt you, though.” He did the strangest thing then. He stepped away from Dill and went to stand between Soldier’s legs and put both arms up to his shoulders and laid his head on his chest.

Soldier was literally stunned. He couldn’t move. He’d never…he didn’t know what to do. He looked over at Dillon who was smiling gently at Gom. Finally, he put a hand up and patted the kid on the back. He heard him sigh and relax against him. This was too weird.

He looked down and saw that the kid had actually gone to sleep. He looked at Dillon again with surprise in his face. He handed the sack back to Dillon and gently picked Gom up and settled him against his shoulder like a baby. There was such a difference in size between them it was almost like he was one. Gom turned his face into Soldier’s neck and sighed again.

Soldier could feel Gom breathing against his neck. There were places in between some of the worst scars where he still had feeling. Those small little bursts of air against him were almost unbearably sweet. He sat there, unable to believe he was holding a child in his arms.

“Soldier?” Dillon whispered, “That is the first time Gom has ever touched another person as far as I know. He lets me touch him, he wants to cuddle with me even, but no one else ever even tries.” He shook his head, not believing what he was seeing. He went on to explain, “He goes off on the worst tears. He cries and cries. It’s enough to break your heart. You must have something really special. He trusts you like he does me. Do you mind holding him?”

“No.”

“He gets so little sleep. I even let him sleep with me when he asks hoping he will sleep better.” His worry and fondness for the child was evident in his voice. “He doesn’t eat enough and I worry about him. I still don’t know all that happened to him.”

“You know any?” Soldier didn’t know if he could stand hearing about it if it was something really bad. But he felt compelled to ask. He started rubbing softly against the boy’s back and felt him relax deeper into him.

“Some. Just from nightmares. He was…I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t believe any of this. This is the first time I’ve…but I guess I feel as safe with you as Gom does. If you get tired of holding him, or don’t want to, I’ll take him.”

“He’s okay, doesn’t weigh anything. He’s comfortable. What’s he like to eat?”

“Right now he’s really fond of pancakes and syrup. I got some the other day and there was enough left over and he was so happy. He likes chicken, fried chicken.” He smiled as if remembering something. “Once I got some leftover from…something or other and he ate that, too. He nibbles a little. Eats a little cereal. Likes Cheerios, the honey kind, but I can’t get that very often.”

“Hmmm.”

They sat silently for a while, neither of them wanting to wake Gom from the deep sleep he was in. Dillon shivered as a breeze blew through the trees back by the fence. In a gesture that he didn’t plan at all, Soldier opened his arm for Dillon to slide over against his side. Without hesitation Dillon slipped over and fit himself to Soldier’s side.


~AKM~
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Tommy's Story (Sequel to Soldier) by AKM Miles


Tommy's Story (Sequel to Soldier)

Blurb:

Tommy Marsh lived a good life. Now. He felt like he’d gone from hell to heaven throughout his lifetime. The first twelve years were hell on earth and the last nine had more than made up for it. He was living alone, sort of, in an apartment that was part of the Scarcity Sanctuary, built and run by Soldier Marsh and Dillon Kramer. In the years since he’d been adopted by Soldier, he had gone to school to become a counselor with extensive psychology training. He worked with abused children, just like he’d once been. He was happy doing the work he did and was proud of the progress he’d made.

There was something missing, though. He wanted a relationship like the one he’d seen every day for the last nine years. He wanted to be part of a loving couple who shared life and love and passion. And he wanted it with Daniel Anderson. He’d come to love Daniel over the last couple of years, working closely with him in their shared profession. But Tommy was afraid his past would interfere with the future he wanted. A traumatic event sets things in motion and he’s forced to admit his feelings and face his fears. Will Daniel’s love be enough to get him through? What do you want to bet?

Excerpt:

He thought a minute and decided that a dose of the unconditional love and acceptance from next door was just what he needed right now. He walked back out of the kitchen, slipped back into his shoes, and headed over the connecting arch to the main building of the Scarcity Sanctuary Complex.

As soon as he opened the door, he was bombarded with both memories and a feeling of peace. This place, and the directors here, his two dads, he thought with pride, had turned his life around when he was twelve years old. Up ’til then, his life had been a living hell. Verbally, physically, and sexually abused by his mother and her male friends for years, he'd been in need of the kind of love and acceptance offered by Soldier and Dillon. They'd known not to force him into feelings he wasn't ready for yet. They'd steadily earned his trust and his love by giving him those very things.

"Soldier? Dillon? Anybody here?" Dumb question. There was always someone here. Tommy could smell something good, so supper was almost ready, but usually there was a lot of noise and talking and laughing, movement and confusion. Things were almost eerily quiet. He walked through the hallways, through classrooms, the dining room, the great room, and finally heard voices coming from the conference room. At this time of the evening? What was going on?

The door wasn't closed, so he walked in and started to say, "Hey guys, what's…?" That was as far as he got. Soldier, Dillon, and Daniel were sitting at the far end of the conference table. Daniel's head was down on the table, resting on his hands. Tommy hurried forward.

"What's happened? Where's Gom? Is something wrong?" He asked because usually where you found Soldier and Dillon, you'd find Gom. Gosh, Gom was seventeen now, Tommy figured, as he was twenty-one.

Daniel looked up, and there was anguish on his face, and tears ran unchecked down his face. Tommy wasn't sure he'd ever seen Daniel Anderson cry before. He'd known Daniel longer than he'd known the guys here. Daniel had been the one in the social services system who had arranged for him to live with Dillon to begin with. Then Soldier came along and… well, that was another story. Tommy found himself hurrying to Daniel's side, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.

"Tell me. I can see it's bad. It's not Gom is it? He's okay?" Tommy was closer to Gom than any of the other boys who'd grown up here. The boy worshipped him, and Tommy was just as proud of the young man that Gom was turning into these days. His brother was a great kid. He should have been here.

"Soldier, Dillon, come on." Tommy looked from one to the other, his hand still on Daniel's shoulder, absently rubbing, petting. Tommy wasn't even really aware of the comforting caresses he bestowed on the man he'd been secretly in love with for over two years now. It was just too complicated for words, but he couldn't stand seeing Daniel upset and no one was talking!

"Gom's been in an accident, Tommy. We've been waiting for you to get here. If we hadn’t heard you come in we were getting ready to call you," Soldier began, his voice husky with… something. Tommy couldn't tell if it was fear or anger.

"So, why are you all here? Why aren't you at the hospital? Is he hurt badly? I have to go…"

"He's here, in his room. Wait. Tommy, wait. He needs a little bit more time before he sees you."

Tommy dropped into a chair. It never occurred to him to go against Soldier's word. Soldier always knew what each of them needed at any time.


~AKM~
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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Take it Easy by AKM Miles


Take It EASY

Blurb:

When Easy meets Mano, a runaway in trouble, at his mother’s truck stop in Nashville, he falls hard and fast. The feeling is mutual. They are as different as night and day, but they sure experience a strong attraction. But happy endings don’t come that easy, if you’ll pardon the pun. While Easy is out on the road, Mano is arrested for murder and taken back to Tampa. Mano is in shock, knowing he didn’t do it, but unable to figure out how to prove it.

How these two men work together to prove Mano’s innocence is a thrilling ride. Easy has to get down there, find Mano, prove who did do it, and protect Mano and his mother at the same time. And, of course, the ones who did do the crime are working just as hard to make sure Mano is set up for it. Love is wonderful, exciting, fulfilling, and sexy, but is it enough to keep Mano out of prison for murder?

Excerpt:

Easy found his tiredness disappearing as he neared the exit closest to Mama Sasy’s. He’d had little sleep last night due to more erotic dreams of Manolito Nandoza.

Never being one to let a little loss of sleep slow him down, Easy had put in a long day, driving, loading, unloading, and more driving.

He was ready to walk around a little, see Mama and Boddy, and Mano. See Mano. Take Mano for a little walk, maybe out behind the warehouse where they could pick up where they left off, and he could make good on the promise of a kiss that would make a lasting impression. That thought had him smiling as he geared down for the exit. Soon, baby, soon.

Thoughts of Mano had filled Easy’s mind as he’d gone about his business, and he was anxious to see if things would progress. Lord knew, he hoped so. He’d never been so interested in someone before. Those few forgettable moments in the past with strangers on the road had not left him with any kind of good feelings.

Easy had always wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone, like for a long time. Just take his time and let it grow and change, to lick and nibble and tease. He figured it sounded a little too girly to think about that, but he’d never experienced it. Kisses were not something you shared with someone you were just fucking quickly for relief before driving off. He wanted emotions and intensity. Oh, he wanted sex, too, really good, long, hard sex. But the idea of having sex with someone he really cared for had his heart pounding as he saw that bright rainbow sign ahead.

It wasn’t hard to admit he already cared for Manolito. He’d call him Mano when around others and keep Manolito for himself. His little man. Easy was surprised at the depth of feeling he had after only a small amount of time. He was about to remedy that. Easy had no trouble admitting he was anxious to increase the time spent with Mano from a little to a whole hell of a lot!

Pulling the truck around the back of the building, he began the task of settling it in. Anxious to see Mano, he was hurrying through the shut-down routine when he nearly jumped out of his skin at the face that suddenly appeared in the window beside his left arm. Mano!

He lowered the window and smiled at the eager face of his dream lover.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you. I was watching for you,” Mano said.

“Yeah?” Easy didn’t seem to be able to get past one word responses. He tried harder. “Been waitin’, huh?”

“Yep. I don’t have long since it’s almost time for the supper rush, but I saw you pull around and wanted to say hi privately. I wish…” Mano paused, looking in at Easy.

“You wish what? Don’t be shy now. Let’s see if it’s what I’ve been wishing for since I left here.” Say it, he begged in his heart, say it for me, Manolito.

“I wish I could have that kiss you told me about when you left. I haven’t thought about much else.” Easy admired the courage that took as he watched the blush cover Mano’s neck and then his face.

“Hop down so I can get this door open.” Easy had pulled quite close to the back side of his apartment this time. On purpose? Hell, yes, just for this.

Mano jumped down. Easy finished the steps necessary in shutting down the truck, and stepped down, slamming his door. He turned to find Mano had backed up to the wall and stood, waiting. As he looked at him, Mano’s arms lifted just a little, but the invitation was obvious. He walked right into those arms, bending to take Mano’s mouth with his.

Oh, Easy needed hours, days, to get his fill. As much as he wanted to press Mano into the building and take and suck and grind, get as much feeling as possible all at once, he made himself take his time. This was their first real kiss and he wanted to be able to remember it with joy. He relished the feeling of Mano reaching up to clasp him around the shoulders, knowing Mano had to be up on his toes to do it.

He took his mouth from Mano’s to say, “Up,” as he tightened his arms and lifted. Mano gave a little hop, his legs wrapping around Easy’s waist and his back resting on the wall behind him. Oh, now, this had definite possibilities.


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Friday, January 8, 2010

Paul's D'Marco by Leiland Dale


BLURB

Matt D'Marco has happily settled in his routine for years. Now with a pending divorce, recently promoted Matt's life is about to take an entirely new direction.

Matt's first case as detective turns out to be a challenge. Desperation sets in when all leads in the child serial killer case leave the police department empty handed. Paul Whittington, psychic and medium, may be the only solution in finding a break in the case.

Matt and Paul are forced to work together. But when a work relationship turns into something more, it challenges everything Matt's known about himself, his life, and desires. Then, a turn in the case could put everything at risk.

In the end, can Paul win over Matt's resistance and claim him as his own?
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EXCERPT

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Walking into the terminal of the tiny airport, I don’t get that feeling of coming home. Yes, this is my hometown, but it’s just too much. Tired of people unable to decide if they want to approach me or avoid me, I left for the preferred isolation of Forks a year or two ago. I find people either avoid me because they’re homophobic or approach me because they’re curious to find out if a deceased relative has a message for them.
All the hustle and bustle of the airport reminds me why I left in the first place. Dealing with the residents of the town is difficult enough but still having to deal with spirits of the dearly departed on top of that, is just too much. The crowds are probably the most difficult with so many spirits so close together. It always feels like they are screaming at the top of their lungs directly in my ear.
Collecting my luggage at the carousel I keep an eye out for the police officer my brother-in-law has sent to pick me up. This is just what I need, a babysitter with a badge.
As I step out to the front of the terminal, a police car pulls up to the curb. I wait patiently for the police officer to get out of his car but I’m slowly becoming irate with the spirits talking in my ear.
When the officer steps out of the car and turns to face me, I let out an audible gasp. Never in my life have I ever seen a man this big. A commanding six foot four god towers over me. Muscles like huge irons bars, shoulders wide enough to hinder him from entering a doorway easily. Short light brown tousled hair and those eye…..those brown puppy dog eyes. This was definitely the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous Adonis approaching me. Without realizing it at first, I lick my lips. I can’t move. I stand there, staring, unable to speak.
“Hi. Are you Paul Whittington?” The officer holds out his hand as he approaches me.
“Umm…Yes,” I stammer. I braced myself, knowing I will have a vision the moment we touch. I reach out and shake his hand. Nothing happens. Confused, I pull my hand back. This has never happened to me before.
“The captain sent me to pick you up and bring you to the station before you get settled.” The gravelly voice was giving me goose bumps. Still at a loss for words, I quickly divert my gaze to my luggage. I can’t believe the instant desire I feel when our eyes first connect. I can still feel the trembling of my knees as I try to bring myself under control and shake off the desire surging within me.
“Let’s get your stuff loaded in the back so we can head to the station. The captain wants to speak to you.” I hear the officer mumble something under his breath as he gets into the car but I can’t make out a thing he says.
I turn to the officer. “Are you always this rude, officer? Or is it just part of your charm?”
“Listen, my name is Detective D’Marco not officer. And just so that we understand each other, I’ll make it clear and simple. I don’t believe in the hocus pocus you do and honestly I don’t give a shit. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. I have a case to solve and having you hanging around is just giving me more work than I already have. I don’t have the time to be anyone’s babysitter,” he answers rudely as he pulls away from the curb.
I sit staring at the detective in shocked silence. My God. Detective D’Marco is probably the most insufferable and uncouthly person I have ever met. He might be a breathtakingly beautiful Adonis, but still an insufferable ass.
It looks like my life has just become a bit more complicated.


The silence in the car is a welcome reprieve from the chaotic thoughts going around in my head. What the fuck just happened? The moment I get out of the car and see Paul standing at the curb, I’m overwhelmed with lust like I haven’t experienced since I was a teenager. What the hell?
Paul, with the long brown hair with red and blonde streaks falling just below his shoulders, the greenest eyes and the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen on any human being literally makes my knees weak. Remembering Paul bend over, throwing his suitcase in the back of the car has my cock hard in seconds. The five foot seven man sitting next to me in the confined space inside the car is much more impressive than the picture the captain showed me earlier. Much more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever dated, including my ex-wife.
Never in my life have I thought of a man as beautiful.
What the fuck is happening to me? I’m shocked. I divert my attention back to the road trying to get the uneasiness in my stomach and the hardness of my cock to subside.
“So, are you one of the detectives working on this case?” he asks, interrupting the awkward silence and my uncomfortable thoughts.
“Yes. This is a very delicate case and it looks like there might be a leak somewhere in the department. Since the article hit the front page news a couple of days ago, Petersen and I, and now you, are the only ones assigned to this case. We’re keeping a tight leash on it.” I say as I try to keep my attention off the beauty occupying the passenger seat. What?!? I just thought of a man as a beauty! I try to keep my eyes and mind on the road.
Catching movement out the corner of my eye, I turn my head and glance over at Paul and see him looking out the side window trying to discreetly wipe a stray tear from his cheek. I have the intense urge to pull the car over and hold the man in my arms to soothe him. Turning my attention back to the road ahead I wonder what has upset him to bring tears and the sad look to those beautiful eyes.
After a moment of silence I hear him shift in his seat and I can feel his eyes watching me, intently.
“Well, I’ll help where I can. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to give you any information. We’ll need to see where it goes,” he says. I grip the steering wheel tighter, and my knuckles begin to turn white. The urge to reach out a hand to clasp the one on Paul’s lap is overwhelming. I don’t understand what is happening to me. I’ve never felt this way.
My thoughts go back to the latest crime scene, seeing the bodies of the blonde haired boys bring back an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” I grunt. “We’ll be at the precinct soon.”
Focusing on the road again, not another word is spoken. I struggle with my thoughts and try to understand why I feel this way and where these feelings are coming from. This is new and I feel shaken. This is far from anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Why do I feel this attraction to another man? It doesn’t make any sense to me. These thoughts begin to cross my mind at a million miles per hour.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s still lost in thought, looking out the window. I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking about right now.

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Sunday, January 3, 2010

Winning Virgin Blood by Destiny Blaine

Winning Virgin Blood Blurb:

Las Vegas lures in those with a taste for living on the edge. Sin City is the best place to be when playing the game is just as important as finding the right playing field. Orlando Spenser discovers in the desert all that glitters is not gold when he loses a substantial amount of his family's fortune. He returns home with a broken spirit, only to discover his kinsmen have decided to send him back to the very place where he almost lost everything. He will return with one goal…to find a suitable mate.

Winning Virgin Blood Excerpt:
Wet kisses covered his forehead until he had to pull her back. “What’s this?” Maybe the child knew he was about to meet a fate he wouldn’t be able to escape. Constance wore the title of ‘little sneak’ well and often discovered things her brothers needed to know. Naturally, when she did, she bribed them with the information, making sure her snooping didn’t go unnoticed.

“I just missed you!” Her china doll complexion broke into a smile. “What did you bring me this time?” Even though she approached the teenage years, she still had a child’s innocence, perhaps something her brothers were guilty of preserving.

She crawled up on his bed and sat with her legs crossed, both hands settled on each knee. Eager for her treasures and her true motive revealed, Orlando looked around with his arms spread out wide. “I don’t see anything. Do you?”

“No, but I know you better than you know yourself. You always bring me back something. So, where is it? Stop teasing me. Where’s my present?” Her words tumbled from a feisty little mouth as she tripped over syllables to make sure they all made it out safely and were heard loud and clear.

Watching her enthusiasm, he was glad he thought to buy her gift when he first arrived in the city that had depleted his cash stores, and happier still that he forgot about it when his luck turned for the worst. Otherwise, he would have taken the gift back for a refund, so he could try one last time to win back what he’d lost.

Walking over to his coat, he called behind him, “You stayed up just to see what I brought you back?”

She nodded her head up and down with repetition until he turned around to see it.

He pulled out a box from Tiffany and Company. Orlando had settled on a necklace with diamonds around a charm forming the words ‘Lucky Player’ and couldn’t resist. His sister loved games as much or more than her brothers.

He handed the jewelry box over observing how she seemed to rip the expensive necklace from the felt holding the chain in place. “One day, you’ll go to Las Vegas, and you’ll wear the necklace because it will bring you great luck.”

“Like the luck you had, right?” Her innocence magnified. The little darling had no possible way of knowing just how unlucky he’d been.

A creaking sound from the hall made them both turn to find Almonzo in the doorway. Called the older brother, he was in fact Orlando’s twin. ‘Older’ meant by mere seconds.

“Yes,” Orlando fibbed, “much like the luck I had.”


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Winning Virgin Love by Destiny Blaine


Winning Virgin Love Blurb:

It's time for another vampire bride and three sexy-hot rogues are ready to give one beautiful vixen an erotic ceremony she'll never forget.


Winning Virgin Love Excerpt:


A hungry mouth tore across her lips and cheek before moving to her neck. Damnation, she didn’t fight it and he didn’t care if she tried. He’d heard her feisty little threats, and didn’t give a shit if she wanted to be angry. She could be mad until the elders called another Summit meeting for all he cared. He ached for her and just kissing her right then healed him. It soothed the hole in his heart, the one she left vacated whenever she wasn’t at his side.

Pulling away from him, she warned, “Stop. Stop it now!” She didn’t need the daggers she wanted to pierce through his body once she used her pupils for the same intended purposes.

A hand rested on her hip and her eyes blazed with a sexy-hot rage. Oh yeah, it burned hell-hot. “I can’t imagine what you would want with a whore like me.”

“Oh that promiscuous comment kind of pissed you off, I see.” He swept in for another kiss and came up short of stealing her lips. “Let’s forget about it.”

Her hands flew against his chest. “What did you and Darian do, gamble for me? Hmmm? That’s it, isn’t it? You sat down and played cards just for me. What were the stakes? A fuck for life?” Her skin turned redder with each sentence. Every question she asked seemed to anger her all the more.

“You want to know what the stakes were?” He moved into her fast and secured her arms in front of her. “This.” His lips slanted over hers. She tried to break free, turn her head one way or another but he followed her with a hungry mouth and tongue. Finally, he gave up. He continued to hold her arms out in front of her, one hand clasped around both tiny wrists.

They were practically nose to nose. Tempers challenged and fueled the mental animosity as much as the lingering sexual energy.

“You suck.” The words almost inspired a smirk.

“Not yet.” He grinned. “But I will.”


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Winning Virgin Lust by Destiny Blaine


Winning Virgin Lust Blurb:

It's the morning after a sexual romp and Constance Spenser wakes up with more than a headache. Since she doesn't seem to know who she is or where she belongs, Sebastian Sabbat buys into the old adage of finders keepers, and that's just his first mistake.

Winning Virgin Lust Excerpt:

“Thank you for coming.” Sebastian nodded toward Orlando and Almonzo and extended his hand.

They ignored it.

“We didn’t have a choice in the matter, now did we?” Almonzo focused on his wife and then Sebastian.

Smirking, Sebastian turned his attention to the women. One or both of them found him attractive. He didn’t have to guess because the true venom in a jealous male often found light in a man’s eyes and how he focused on the woman he liked to keep in his bed. “Ladies, it’s a pleasure.”

Orlando sneered. He turned to look at the dance floor. “She’s there.”

He smiled and slid them an envelope. One that held everything they needed to know about their father including a map of the estate where he was held as a prisoner. “I never doubted it for a moment.” He nodded and then signaled a cocktail waitress over to the table. “The Spensers are my guests tonight. Drinks on the house.”

She purred her response. “It’s my pleasure. I know these boys.”

The tables turned and the jealous little vixens seated there nearly sharpened their claws as they hung onto their men. Sebastian chuckled then patted the table. “We’ll be back.”

“Make it fast,” Almonzo warned.

Sebastian heeded the warning. He might as well. The little hellcat on the dance floor would not go willingly. He wouldn’t be able to hold her long without restraints and he hated to bind and tie her—oh yeah, he’d really hate it


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Winning Virgin Promises by Destiny Blaine

Winning Virgin Promises Blurb:

Gabriel Sabbat is the secondary mate for Constance Spenser. He knows the feel of her skin, the touch of her hand, the true experience of her body. He participated in his brother's mating ceremony and didn't walk away from the event unscathed. His heart is heavy and he is in love with a woman he may take as his own but there will be sacrifices, and consequences.

Winning Virgin Promises Excerpt:


“Constance Spenser, isn’t it?”

Startled, she stared at the mortal with delicious lips. Good looking didn’t adequately define him. She’d never seen any human who tempted her so much.
“Who’s asking, handsome?” she flirted.

“May I?” he asked politely before pointing to the booth.

“Sure,” she said, folding her hands under her chin. “Why not?”

“I’m Marc Dennison.”

Constance placed her hand in his. “Constance.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Spenser, isn’t it?

“Sabbat,” Gabriel informed from behind him as he slid on the other side of the booth and draped a possessive arm around Constance’s shoulders.

She shuddered when his hand cupped her nape. Her pulse increased and every nerve ending, tingled.

His eyes were as cold as ice. “How’s it going tonight, Marc? Having a good time?”

“Gabriel,” she whispered his name in greeting and in warning.

“Sabbat, is it?” The strange, and apparently dangerous mortal, seemed all the more interested. He winked and nodded toward her. “Your club is full of surprises.”

Gabriel sneered. “It is.”

“I see.” Amused, Marc added, “So she’s yours or Darian’s?”

“Actually, I’m—”

Gabriel, pressed his lips to hers. Hungry and dominant, he kissed her with enough of a claiming to convince someone, maybe everyone, she belonged to him. When the kiss broke, Marc chuckled.

“Constance, why don’t you go find a drink. Wait for me upstairs.”

Now she wanted to smack him. She couldn’t push him away when his mouth was on hers but after he left her feeling vulnerable, she wanted to raise a hand and let it crash against his pale flesh.

The cocktail waitress, the one with green envy written all over her face, showed up with Constance’s cocktail about the time Gabriel made the suggestion.

“Gabriel,” she said.

“Lisa, your timing always sucked, lover.”

Constance stirred her drink and thanked the whore delivering it. She fluttered her eyelashes, taunting her. “Thank you, Lisa. Gabriel suggested that I find a drink and wait upstairs, but now I won’t have to, hmmm?”

Lisa raised a brow,, thinned her lips, and walked away.

“Smart girl, Gabriel,” Constance chirped. “If she’d said one cross word to me, I would’ve insisted someone fire her.”

Gabriel concealed a grin, though barely and then turned his attention to Marc. “Waiting for Darian?”

“No, as a matter of fact, we met at another Sabbat club this morning. I’m enjoying the scenery.” He stared harder at Constance. “Some of the best in Edinburgh decorates your clubs.”

Constance leaned back. The man wanted a closer look and Gabriel didn’t earn the right to act so possessive. She dressed the part and what the hell. Why not let the guy indulge in simple pleasures.

She wore a preppy plaid short skirt with a slit up the side and a hook and tie top with the middle missing. The skirt pattern included cut-outs around her hipbone and the leather band holding the material against her hips only gave one impression. Any woman wearing such an outfit didn’t care if men looked. She played the part of naughty school girl better than most.

“What do you want, Dennison?”

“I want, Mr. Sabbat… what you have.” He returned his focus to Constance after glaring at Gabriel longer than most mortal men dared. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I believe you’re the luckiest of the Sabbat lot. You seemed to have found the Spenser gem, have you not?”

Gabriel squeezed her knee. “Constance, disappear, doll.”

Constance sipped her drink and glanced at Gabriel, who ignored her—and what a dreadful mistake— so she studied Marc Dennison, who didn’t.

“Tell you what, rather than make your woman go upstairs, I’ll make you a trade. One dance with her and I’ll leave. Then, she can enjoy her time with you and keep the patrons here using your private rooms. One look at her and I imagine those suites are on a waiting list.”

Gabriel growled and his body went rigid. “I think…”

“It’s one dance, Gabriel. Besides,” she nodded in Lisa’s direction, “You have someone to keep you entertained. She scooted around the table on her bottom and hit her hip against the mortal man. “I love this song, so I’m glad you asked. He won’t dance with me,” she purred, watching Gabriel.

His jaw tensed and a dreadful shade of dark red outlined his pupils. “Constance, this is not a good idea.”

“On the contrary,” Marc informed, placing his hand on her lower back, “It’s a great idea. I’ll bring her back to you in one piece, Sabbat. Give me a minute to enjoy her on the dance floor.”

Constance held her breath then and moved out of the way when she saw him leap from the table. Only, she sorely misjudged the situation. He bypassed the mortal and instead grabbed her wrist and led her straight out of the club.



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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Sports Wives Volume 1 by Destiny Blaine

Blurb and Excerpts for Sports Wives


Love, Lust, and Scandal in Professional Football
Sports Wives One

Blurb:
Cassie Teller is a woman who appears to live a simple life. But look beyond the surface and discover a complicated lady with very scandalous secrets as two incredibly sexy men bide for her love and everything that goes along with her affection.


Excerpt:


The phone rang during the Pittsburgh and Minnesota game. I happened to knock it off the hook or else I wouldn’t have answered it. On the other end, I heard a familiar voice.
Steve, also known as my best friend with sexual benefits, tripped over his words and I barely paid attention to anything he said. I just knew he crashed my private party looking for a little roll in the hay. Immediately on guard, I went from zero to bitch in three point seven seconds. He called, after all, to interrupt my favorite pastime.
“Steve, what are you doing? It’s not even half-time yet.” The words flipped off my tongue.
Lucky for me, he didn’t notice because he, in fact, called with some pretty great news.
“Cassie, you are going to owe me the best blow in the world for this one, baby. I have tickets to the Christmas Eve Cleveland and Pittsburgh game and I wanted to see if you’ve ever been to Cleveland?”
“Why? Do you need directions?” I crammed a handful of popcorn in my mouth.
“Smart-ass. No, I don’t. Wanna go?”
I almost fell over. Then, I almost dropped the phone. I’m not lying to you. I was that damn excited. “Steve, are you asking me out on a date or do you want me to ride with you just to be sure you can make it to Cleveland?”
I tried not to let my enthusiasm pour through the phone. Touchdown Pittsburgh. “Minnesota sucks,” I said as I rejoined the conversation already in full swing on the other end of the phone.
“Look, kiddo, Mandy’s going too. She really likes you and would love to get to know you better. So how about it? Wanna take a ride up to Cleveland with us?”
Mandy. The very mention of the woman’s name just sent shivers down my spine. Mandy was everything I wasn’t. She had long black hair and a shapely body that sent most men into orbit every time she swayed into the room—and could Mandy ever sway with those curvaceous hips. I, on the other hand, never possessed what someone would call curves, and outside of the great tits I carried around, my body defined ordinary and owned the term skinny.
“So, will I be chauffeuring you and the lovely Mandy to the gate because I know you didn’t land three tickets?”
Steve laughed. “Honey, as much as you love football, if I only had one ticket, you’d be the one to sit in the stands.”
I waited for a more direct response. Actually, I dreaded the whole truth. I felt confident it existed along with some underlying motive.
“I have two tickets, so you and Mandy are going to the game.”
“When hell freezes over.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I actually meant it.
“Aren’t you the least bit excited?” Steve pressed on. I wasn’t surprised. He always pressed on—in bed, in life, in phone sex. Persistent as hell—he served his gender well.
He also loved to rub Mandy in my face—not in the literal sense, of course. Thank heavens. After all, I’d always suspected he wanted a threesome, with me included in the trio. In fact, the dreaded day when he might bring it up seemed to loom with the sudden invitation.
I sighed. “I’m about as excited as I would be to land in bed with both you and Mandy.”
Without missing a beat, Steve perked right up. “Now there’s a great idea!”
I moaned and my stomach churned when I caught a five-second visual. I cursed my mind’s eye and caught the end of our good-byes.
“Call me tomorrow.” One thing about it, Steve knew how to leave a girl with a smile.
I finished the last drop of hot cocoa and decided to make a hot toddy to finish out the game. Pittsburgh won 18-3 and I won five hundred dollars just like I usually did when I bet on Pittsburgh. The following week would be time for a big payday and, with any luck, I’d run into one of those sexy boys from the keystone state.
I began to imagine what he’d look like and had quite the fantasy going on too. He’d fall madly in love with me when he’d spot me. He’d be ready to miss the kickoff just to stay locked in my gaze. We’d just click. Kind of like Steve and I clicked, only without the Mandy.
Lust Knows No Boundaries
Sports Wives Two




Blurb:
There's unconditional love and there's obsessive love. In a love triangle, sometimes there's a little of both--and it can complicate a marriage.

Excerpt:

Corby stepped inside with a tray of burgers in his hands. “Gorgeous woman.” His eyes twinkled and his lips curved into a seductive, if not appreciative smile.
“Hunk of a man.” Suzy batted her eyes and flirted openly with my husband.
Mark laughed. “I swear man, I’d kill you if you weren’t my best friend.” He swatted Suzy on the ass. “Behave yourself.”
Suzy twisted her little ass around the kitchen like she so ultimately belonged there as much as I did. “I will,” She teased back before whispering in my ear, “If you will.”
I turned around to steal a good look at her face. Sure enough, the evidence of alcohol existed in her eyes. I let her taunting pass. She could drink herself into another world but she wasn’t going to tug me there with her.
Mark pulled out a chair for both of us as we all sat down for dinner and he immediately looked from Corby to me and back to Corby again. “It’s good to see you both looking so great again.”
Suzy took a sip of wine and then noted the obvious. “Yeah babe, it’s amazing what a little sex will do for a man.”
Mark rolled his eyes and I caught the gesture. “Oh I don’t know baby,” he began to slur in mockery of his wife, “sometimes living without it is better than living with it. Just depends on the partner I guess.” His eyes quickly drifted over to me and he ran a slow tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you think Mrs. Teller?”
Corby shot him a warning. “You and Suzy behave. This conversation is off limits at the dinner table.”
So the real truth begins to unravel. Suzy’s happily ever after with Mark must’ve hit a snag. It was something I wouldn’t know anything about since the three of them ran around town now without me.
One thing I learned early on, Mark didn’t take a lot of shit off of his wife. After a few glares and stares, Suzy made the mistake of opening her mouth.
“So you had a good night last night, hmm?” She looked at Corby with nothing more than pure lust in her eyes. I should’ve kicked her out of my house or at least asked her if she wanted to fuck him now or later.
Corby took a bite of his burger and after a chew or two, he swallowed and took a gulp of his beer. “Not bad, Suzy. How was your night?”
Throwing her head back, she laughed out loud. “Probably not near as exciting as yours.” Her eyes darkened and her lips formed a smile most women would recognize.
She had something over on Corby and he damn near choked on it. He squirmed in his chair and a first bead of sweat bubbled on his forehead.
She should’ve shut up while she had a good piece of meat to place between her pouty lips but she didn’t. “Why don’t you two lovebirds just spill all of your dirty little secrets.”
Mark became agitated on command. “Suzy’s rubber man lost his dick in the move so she’s not having a good week. You two just ignore her. She’ll sober up by morning.”
Corby almost sprayed his beer forward and had to get up from the table to keep from losing it. I snickered and Suzy’s eyes met mine. She reached for the bottle of wine and poured herself another glass.
“What’s so funny Corby?” She directed her question to him but held me in her gaze.
Corby grabbed a paper towel and sat back down wiping at his mouth. “The rubber man thing always gets my attention. Sorry, I just don’t see the thrill.”
Smugly, Mark sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I didn’t either. It’s a sad day when a rubber doll with a shaft smaller than mine gets more rides than the real thing. So I fixed the problem.”

Sexy is Never Ignored
Sports Wives Three



Blurb:

He is Sports and Entertainment World's Man of the Year. She is the woman lucky enough to marry the highest paid quarterback in the history of the Professional Football Confederacy, but Cassie Teller's luck doesn't stop there.

Excerpt:

Corby raised his glass and slowly tilted the rim in my direction. Our eyes held in a fixated trance across the crowded room. He brought the champagne flute to his lips ready to drink in the celebration.
He sipped and… he missed. Sometimes irony has peculiar timing.
I love two men. One took my virginity and the other is my husband, professional football player, Corby Teller. He’s responsible, in a sense, for the mass confusion in my personal life.
Thanks to Corby’s single-handed manipulation, Steve now lives with us. He’s the one who snatched my purity and claimed bragging rights many years ago. Yes, it’s an unconventional, if not kinky, arrangement. If some of the people I sit alongside tonight even suspected, they’d toss me out on my skinny ass. Instead, they shower kisses on my cheeks and fill my ears with compliments.
These are the same people who slandered my name only months earlier. The same men who wanted to grope me whenever they thought my husband and their wives looked the other way.
Before Steve moved in, the tabloids dubbed me the gold digger, an adulteress, a siren. Corby remains unscathed to this day. If the press only knew the truth. Of course, I’m not breathing a word to anyone. One slip in these circles and a couple can kiss multi-million dollar careers good-bye. I have a stiff upper lip and the truth is, I’m somewhat amused. Somehow our private lives have gone unnoticed.
If the public knew more about our private lives, and our intimate arrangement, the name-calling would gain some momentum. Tonight, at least for the moment, Corby Teller—my husband—is Sports and Entertainment World’s Man of the Year.
The silent toast in my direction is symbolic. We’ve made it. We’ve arrived. We are the Tellers. The champagne spilled will go unnoticed but my very public affair never will. Because Corby Teller is Corby Teller, our threesome will never leak to the public, even if a reporter suspects it. Corby is flawless even with slight imperfections. People love him enough to look the other way.
Corby’s beautiful green eyes carry me to the edge of escape and then lock me into a wager of sorts. Down deep, he knows he deserves everything he’s receiving and at the same time, nothing at all. At least, not on this magnitude, most of those voting on Man of the Year might agree.
My name is Cassie Teller. My story is one few will ever believe, but most would move closer just to listen.

Sexy Is Never Ignored by Destiny Blaine


Sexy is Never Ignored
Sports Wives Three



Blurb:

He is Sports and Entertainment World's Man of the Year. She is the woman lucky enough to marry the highest paid quarterback in the history of the Professional Football Confederacy, but Cassie Teller's luck doesn't stop there.

Excerpt:

Corby raised his glass and slowly tilted the rim in my direction. Our eyes held in a fixated trance across the crowded room. He brought the champagne flute to his lips ready to drink in the celebration.
He sipped and… he missed. Sometimes irony has peculiar timing.
I love two men. One took my virginity and the other is my husband, professional football player, Corby Teller. He’s responsible, in a sense, for the mass confusion in my personal life.
Thanks to Corby’s single-handed manipulation, Steve now lives with us. He’s the one who snatched my purity and claimed bragging rights many years ago. Yes, it’s an unconventional, if not kinky, arrangement. If some of the people I sit alongside tonight even suspected, they’d toss me out on my skinny ass. Instead, they shower kisses on my cheeks and fill my ears with compliments.
These are the same people who slandered my name only months earlier. The same men who wanted to grope me whenever they thought my husband and their wives looked the other way.
Before Steve moved in, the tabloids dubbed me the gold digger, an adulteress, a siren. Corby remains unscathed to this day. If the press only knew the truth. Of course, I’m not breathing a word to anyone. One slip in these circles and a couple can kiss multi-million dollar careers good-bye. I have a stiff upper lip and the truth is, I’m somewhat amused. Somehow our private lives have gone unnoticed.
If the public knew more about our private lives, and our intimate arrangement, the name-calling would gain some momentum. Tonight, at least for the moment, Corby Teller—my husband—is Sports and Entertainment World’s Man of the Year.
The silent toast in my direction is symbolic. We’ve made it. We’ve arrived. We are the Tellers. The champagne spilled will go unnoticed but my very public affair never will. Because Corby Teller is Corby Teller, our threesome will never leak to the public, even if a reporter suspects it. Corby is flawless even with slight imperfections. People love him enough to look the other way.
Corby’s beautiful green eyes carry me to the edge of escape and then lock me into a wager of sorts. Down deep, he knows he deserves everything he’s receiving and at the same time, nothing at all. At least, not on this magnitude, most of those voting on Man of the Year might agree.
My name is Cassie Teller. My story is one few will ever believe, but most would move closer just to listen.

Lust Knows No Boundaries by Destiny Blaine


Lust Knows No Boundaries
Sports Wives Two




Blurb:
There's unconditional love and there's obsessive love. In a love triangle, sometimes there's a little of both--and it can complicate a marriage.

Excerpt:

Corby stepped inside with a tray of burgers in his hands. “Gorgeous woman.” His eyes twinkled and his lips curved into a seductive, if not appreciative smile.
“Hunk of a man.” Suzy batted her eyes and flirted openly with my husband.
Mark laughed. “I swear man, I’d kill you if you weren’t my best friend.” He swatted Suzy on the ass. “Behave yourself.”
Suzy twisted her little ass around the kitchen like she so ultimately belonged there as much as I did. “I will,” She teased back before whispering in my ear, “If you will.”
I turned around to steal a good look at her face. Sure enough, the evidence of alcohol existed in her eyes. I let her taunting pass. She could drink herself into another world but she wasn’t going to tug me there with her.
Mark pulled out a chair for both of us as we all sat down for dinner and he immediately looked from Corby to me and back to Corby again. “It’s good to see you both looking so great again.”
Suzy took a sip of wine and then noted the obvious. “Yeah babe, it’s amazing what a little sex will do for a man.”
Mark rolled his eyes and I caught the gesture. “Oh I don’t know baby,” he began to slur in mockery of his wife, “sometimes living without it is better than living with it. Just depends on the partner I guess.” His eyes quickly drifted over to me and he ran a slow tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you think Mrs. Teller?”
Corby shot him a warning. “You and Suzy behave. This conversation is off limits at the dinner table.”
So the real truth begins to unravel. Suzy’s happily ever after with Mark must’ve hit a snag. It was something I wouldn’t know anything about since the three of them ran around town now without me.
One thing I learned early on, Mark didn’t take a lot of shit off of his wife. After a few glares and stares, Suzy made the mistake of opening her mouth.
“So you had a good night last night, hmm?” She looked at Corby with nothing more than pure lust in her eyes. I should’ve kicked her out of my house or at least asked her if she wanted to fuck him now or later.
Corby took a bite of his burger and after a chew or two, he swallowed and took a gulp of his beer. “Not bad, Suzy. How was your night?”
Throwing her head back, she laughed out loud. “Probably not near as exciting as yours.” Her eyes darkened and her lips formed a smile most women would recognize.
She had something over on Corby and he damn near choked on it. He squirmed in his chair and a first bead of sweat bubbled on his forehead.
She should’ve shut up while she had a good piece of meat to place between her pouty lips but she didn’t. “Why don’t you two lovebirds just spill all of your dirty little secrets.”
Mark became agitated on command. “Suzy’s rubber man lost his dick in the move so she’s not having a good week. You two just ignore her. She’ll sober up by morning.”
Corby almost sprayed his beer forward and had to get up from the table to keep from losing it. I snickered and Suzy’s eyes met mine. She reached for the bottle of wine and poured herself another glass.
“What’s so funny Corby?” She directed her question to him but held me in her gaze.
Corby grabbed a paper towel and sat back down wiping at his mouth. “The rubber man thing always gets my attention. Sorry, I just don’t see the thrill.”
Smugly, Mark sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I didn’t either. It’s a sad day when a rubber doll with a shaft smaller than mine gets more rides than the real thing. So I fixed the problem.”