Monday, December 26, 2011

Starman by Stormy Glenn

Starman (MM)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Romance, M/M]

Kyrinen was pretty sure that the world had gone to hell in a handbasket when someone tried to assassinate the president. He was positive of it when martial law was declared and armed soldiers sat on every corner. He knew it was time to get out of town and lay low before things got worse.

Before he can leave, a man comes into his life who changes everything. Sebastian Haq is unlike anyone Kyrinen has ever met, even if he is his best friend's brother. For one, Haq can talk to Kyrinen through a telepathic link. When Haq starts talking about other worlds and bonds and spaceships, Kyrinen has to decide if great sex is worth having a boyfriend that is completely off his rocker.

While Kyrinen just plans on getting out of town, Haq wants to get them off the planet. Can Kyrinen trust the madman or should he cut his losses and stay on Earth?

A Siren Erotic Romance



Kyrinen stared up at the bright lights shining in the night sky. They glistened like translucent crystals, each one brighter than the other. He was spellbound by the night lights. All his life, Kyrinen’s mother had told him endless stories about the stars, each one more fascinating than the last one.

Kyrinen couldn’t remember a time when the stars hadn’t held a special place in his heart. When he was scared or upset he would come outside and look into the night sky at the stars, knowing that he could find solace in them. And he did.

Wherever he was he could always look into the night sky and see his stars. They were always there, as if they were waiting just for Kyrinen to look up and see them. And he did, as often as he possibly could.

Tonight, as Kyrinen gazed deep into the stars, he had a special reason for looking at them. He had a special wish to make—a very special request. Fixing his gaze on the brightest star he could find, Kyrinen began to make his wish…

“Star bright, star light, grant this wish I make tonight. Make me a man who’s strong with might. Make him tall with great big shoulders, with a belly of a laugh, and arms as big as boulders. Give him courage, honor, and a heart full of love. Make him wise and really smart, give him all of this, every little part. Make him mine, sent from the stars up above. I wish I may, I wish I might, please, be granted this wish I make tonight.”

Kyrinen squeezed his eyes really tight, sending every bit of feeling he could into his wish. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at the stars again. Kyrinen's mouth fell open in amazement when he saw a star falling from the sky. His wish had been granted, he just knew it had.

Jumping to his feet, Kyrinen ran toward his little yellow one-story house. Stopping at the porch, he looked back one last time. “Thank you for granting my wish.” The stars seemed to twinkle as he heard a soft voice in his head.

“No problem.”

Five-year-old Kyrinen’s smile was enormous when he heard the voice. Now he was positive his wish had been granted. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had a friend in the stars.

“When are you going to be here?” he asked as he bounced from foot to foot, excited that his wish had actually come true.

“I will always be here for you.”

Kyrinen shook his head, his dark auburn hair hitting against his shoulders. “No, that’s not what I meant. When can I see you?”

Kyrinen heard a light chuckle then the voice spoke again.

“When you need me.”

Kyrinen was a little confused but he figured that the man in the stars knew more about these wish things than he did. “Okay, but don’t take too long.” Waving to the stars, he turned to go inside. “I have to go in now. It’s almost my bedtime. Good night.”

Kyrinen could almost feel the smile the starman gave him.

Again the voice in his head spoke. "Good night, little Kyrinen.”

Opening the screen door, Kyrinen ran inside yelling for his mother. “Mama, Mama! I did it, I did it.” Running into the kitchen, he found his mother washing the dinner dishes. “Mama, I did it!”

The small blonde-haired woman turned with a smile to look her at excited son. “What did you do, pumpkin?”

Kyrinen jumped into his mother's waiting arms, his excitement almost more than he could stand. He couldn't wait for his mother to sit down and cradle him in her lap as she always did when he had something to say.

“What did you do, honey?”

Kyrinen’s smile could have lit up the room. “I wished on a star and my wish came true.”

Helen smiled down at him as she stroked a hand down the back of Kyrinen's head. “Oh? And what did you wish for?”

Kyrinen sat up very straight, very proud of himself. He knew his mother would be very proud of his wish, too. “I wished for a man and I got one.”

Helen’s eyes darted around the room in fright. “What man?” Standing up quickly, she stood Kyrinen on the floor beside her. “Where is this man, Kyrinen? Is he outside?” she asked, her voice becoming frantic. She let go of Kyrinen and started for the front room.

“No, Mama. He’s not here yet.”


"I like this position," Kyrinen said carefully. "But I do not top."

Haq looked confused for a moment and then he started laughing. "Are you saying you like cock in your ass, tnúth?"


"Not to worry, tnúth," Haq said as he rolled Kyrinen beneath him. "I don't bottom."

"Fucking perfect."

"You still have too many clothes on."

Kyrinen grinned and he shed his clothes as fast as his fingers would move. Within moments, he was lying on the bed on his back, stark ass naked.


Kyrinen rolled to the side of the bed and reached into his nightstand for the bottle of lube and box of condoms he kept there. He was a little embarrassed that he was handing over a brand new box of condoms and a nearly empty bottle of lube. He had spent a lot of time alone lately.

"Assume the position, tnúth," Haq said as he squirted lube out on his fingers.

Kyrinen all too eagerly rolled to his hands and knees and presented his ass to Haq. He was so aroused right then that he was pretty sure a stiff wind would send him over the edge. The waiting was excruciating.

"This ass is a work of art, tnúth."

Kyrinen almost squealed when he felt Haq's large hand move along his flank then up over the curve of his ass. It wasn't exactly what he wanted but he wasn't complaining. He had Haq's hand on him.

"Oh, gods," Kyrinen shouted, clenching the sheets beneath his hand when he felt Haq's tongue rake across his ass. He felt Haq's teeth lightly sink into him. Then Haq's tongue rimmed his aching hole. Kyrinen collapsed. The sensation was just too much. He'd heard of rimming but he'd never felt it before.

"Get your ass back up here," Haq growled. "I'm not done with you yet."

Even Haq's deep growl felt exquisite. Kyrinen's limbs trembled as he climbed back to his hands and knees and presented his ass to Haq once again. He was so glad he waxed on a regular basis.

He felt Haq's tongue lick around his tight opening then felt one lubed finger sink into his ass. Kyrinen started pushing back against the hard intrusion before Haq even had time to use his finger.

It really had been a long time since Kyrinen had had anything in his ass but his own fingers and a few toys. His last boyfriend was over two years ago, and they had broken up after two weeks. Since then, Kyrinen had been making do with himself.

This was much better.

Kyrinen keened softly when a second finger sank into his ass. Haq had deliciously large fingers. They were just thick enough to not hurt but leave a bit of a burn, letting Kyrinen know exactly what they were doing every damn time they did it.

"Haq!" Kyrinen cried out when another finger impaled him. The burn was getting bigger but so was the pleasure.

"That’s it, tnúth, scream out my name," Haq said. "I want to hear your pleasure."

Kyrinen had no problem with that. Besides the fact that he had been accused of being a screamer more than once, Haq was ripping the sounds from Kyrinen's trembling body. Kyrinen's cock was so hard he was afraid it would break, and his balls were trying to explode.

"Haq, please," Kyrinen whimpered. He was afraid he was going to come too early, and wouldn't that be embarrassing. But it was also a very real possibility. He ached so much he could barely breathe.

"What do you want, tnúth?" Haq's fingers pulled free of Kyrinen's ass so fast he barely knew they were gone before he was flipped over onto his back, his legs shoved up to his chest, and the blunt head of Haq's cock pressed against his tight opening. "Is this what my tnúth wants?"

"Yesss!" Kyrinen hissed as he tried to push down and impale himself on Haq's cock.

Haq was suddenly leaning over Kyrinen, his lips next to Kyrinen's ear. "Do you want my cock in your ass, Kyrinen? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Kyrinen whimpered.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes!" Kyrinen shouted.

"Do you accept my seed into your body, Kyrinen? Do you give yourself into my keeping for all time?" Haq asked. "To care for you and see to your safety? To provide for you and keep you till the end of my days? Do you give in to my keeping all that you are, knowing that you take the same from me?"

"Yes, Haq!" Kyrinen cried out. Then Haq's actual words sank into his lust-fogged brain and he frowned. "Wait, wha—aahh!" He screamed as Haq rammed forward, sinking into his ass as far as their bodies would allow.

Kyrinen grabbed onto Haq's arms, panting heavily as the man started moving, slowly at first then with increasing speed with each thrust. The pressure building inside of Kyrinen was almost more than he could take. No one had ever fucked him like Haq was doing.

No one had ever filled him like Haq was. It felt like the man's cock was getting thicker, longer, with each thrust. It was pure ecstasy. Haq's cock scraped against Kyrinen's sweet spot with every movement, both in and out.

"I'm gonna—"

Haq grinned. He grabbed Kyrinen's hips and pulled him up farther. Kyrinen felt like he was being impaled on a two-by-four. Haq's cock was becoming so thick, the man could barely move. Or was that Kyrinen's imagination?

"Haq, wha—it feels like—oh, gods!" Kyrinen cried out when Haq lifted him up until he straddled the man's thighs. Kyrinen sank down onto Haq's cock, his breath rushing from his lungs as he realized Haq's cock had grown in size. He was shocked that something so big fit into his ass.

Haq's hands grabbed him under his ass and started lifting him then dropping him back down. Kyrinen's head dropped back on his shoulders and his eyes slid closed as ecstasy unlike anything he had ever felt before filled every cell in his body.

"So beautiful, my tnúth."

Kyrinen opened his eyes to see Haq's face right in front of him. "Haq," he whispered.

"Come for me, tnúth," Haq whispered. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

Starman (MM)
Starman (MM)

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Tibo's Beginning by Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen

Phoenix Rising 3

AVAILABLE: Saturday, December 31st

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, public exhibition]

Tibo suffered a heart attack at an early age. After dying briefly and being brought back by the paramedics, he had a new appreciation for life. He also had a new appreciation for his gorgeous boss, Salvatore Fernando.

When their lives are threatened and they have to go on the run, Tibo is happy to go as long as he gets to stay by Sal's side. He's even more elated when Sal makes his desires known. But what doesn't thrill Tibo is discovering that he is a phoenix.

Now, with danger coming at them from every turn and not knowing who they can trust, Tibo must learn to give his loyalty and understanding to his new lover, especially when Sal transforms into something only whispered about in folklore.

Can Sal keep Tibo safe as they try desperately to find a place to call home, and can Tibo save Sal when he takes a bullet to save Tibo’s life? Or will their new beginning end before it's even started?


Sal pulled Tibo close to his side and wrapped his arm around Tibo’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he wasn’t taking any chances. He had almost lost the man once, and this trip wasn’t turning out to be one of his better ideas.

“Are you doing okay, Tibo?”

Tibo looked around the interior of the vehicle nervously. “I’m scared, Sal.”

Sal ran his hand down Tibo’s back. The man had only been his bartender for two years, but he had grown on Sal to the point that he wanted to take their friendship to the next level. Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to fuck Tibo into the mattress—for a week.

Sal turned and watched out of the window as the city disappeared. He knew they were headed to the bayou, but he wasn’t too sure he wanted Tibo mixed up in this crazy voodoo crap. He wanted to take the man and run as far away as he could get.

“I have you, Tibo,” Sal said as he sat back, allowing the three men in the Hummer to drive him and Tibo into the unknown. “I have you.”

“Yeah.” Tibo shuddered. “But who has you?”


Tibo nodded toward the other men in the vehicle, the rather large men. “What if this is another setup or something? Who’s going to protect you?”

Something in Tibo’s words and the concern on his face warmed Sal right down to his toes. Could Tibo actually be worried about him? One corner of Sal’s mouth quirked up. He liked that thought. “I’m good, bebé. I’m a pretty hard guy to take down.”

Tibo’s perfectly manicured strawberry-blond eyebrows drew together as he frowned. “Why did you call me bebé?”

Sal swallowed hard as panic seized him. Was he ready to tell Tibo how he felt? Was he even sure how he felt? “Slip of the tongue.” Guess not.


Tibo’s face fell and he turned away to look out the window. Sal felt like shit. He reached over and grabbed Tibo’s chin gently in his hand, a little shocked at how much of Tibo’s face his hand actually covered.

“Look at me, Tibo.”

Tibo’s eyes were slow to rise but they did, the blue green of his irises shining brightly in the late-evening sun. Sal opened his mouth to tell Tibo that he was sorry but the sadness in the man’s eyes robbed him of speech. Going with his gut instinct instead, Sal leaned in and plastered his mouth over Tibo’s.

He was surprised how good Tibo felt in his arms. The guy tasted like sweet man and heaven. Sal pulled Tibo closer, nearly pulling the smaller man onto his lap. He was lost in the kiss, forgetting that they weren’t alone.

“That good?” One of the guys chuckled but Sal didn’t pay attention to who it was. He was more concerned with conveying his feelings through that sweet-as-sin kiss.

Tibo pulled back, staring up at Sal as if he had the answers to the universe. From the way the man was praising him with his eyes, Sal felt he did. He grinned when Tibo licked his lips, his chest rising and falling as his eyes darted around.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Sal thought it had been obvious, but apparently not. He cleared his throat as he set Tibo aside. He needed to get a grip before he pulled the man that made his heart thunder in every possible way into the back of the SUV and had his wicked way with him.


Tibo woke seeing nothing. It was dark except for a sliver of moonlight coming through a crack in the curtains. He glanced over to his right, seeing Sal fast asleep. Tibo slipped from his bed, crawling onto Sal’s.

He curled up next to the large man, trying to burrow under him. Sal grunted, wrapped his arm around Tibo, and pulled him under his large body. Tibo smiled. He liked the way Sal tried to protect him, even in his sleep.

Tibo began to doze back off when he felt something very hard poke him in his back. He didn’t think Sal was awake, but he was buried under the large man and couldn’t look up to see. Tibo pressed his ass backward. He wasn’t a virgin, not by far, but he’d never been with a large man before. All his past lovers had been his height and weight.

It thrilled him to think of Sal dominating him, making him follow orders. Tibo bit his bottom lip as he wiggled his ass around a little. He wanted to feel that hard cock smashed against his ass, not his back.

“Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you,” Sal’s deep and sleep-filled voice said from above him.

Tibo’s heart quickened as he braved it and wiggled again. He gasped when Sal rolled, placing Tibo below him, grabbing his wrists, and pushing them above his head.

“Do you want to get fucked, bebé?”

Tibo swallowed and nodded. He had been wanting to get fucked by Sal from the moment he had laid eyes on him. He just hadn’t been brave enough to voice his desire. It seemed he was finally going to get his wish.

“Stand and strip.” Sal’s voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.

Tibo shivered as Sal released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.

“You have a very nice body, bebé.”

“T–Thank you.”

Sal slid from the bed and disrobed. Tibo gulped when he saw the large cock slap Sal’s belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth and suck it until Sal shouted his name. Would Sal shout his name?

Sal tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Tibo’s face, rubbing their cocks together as he kissed Tibo as if he mattered, like he was really into this. Tibo moaned as Sal cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper. Had he tasted anything better than Sal’s lips?

Hell no!

Tibo’s skin broke out in goose bumps as Sal’s hands left his ass and glided over his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked. Somehow, Tibo knew to wait until Sal told him what to do. And that was fine by Tibo.

“You’re mine, Tibo. I won’t share you with anyone else. Do I make myself clear?”

Tibo nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A low and undistinguished sound left Sal’s lips at Tibo’s answer. Tibo knew it was because he had called Sal sir. He smiled to himself as Sal walked Tibo backward, the back of his legs hitting the bed behind him.

“Get onto the bed and lie on your back,” Sal commanded.

Tibo twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Sal was finally going to take him. Tibo lay on his back and spread his legs wide, inviting the larger man to have his wicked way with him.

“Very good, bebé.”

Tibo thrilled at the praise. He fisted the sheets as Sal crawled onto the bed, smoothing his hands over Tibo’s legs. He was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Sal to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.

“Nice tattoo, bebé,” Sal said as his hand stroked over Tibo’s left shoulder blade. “I guess I should call you gatito instead of bebé.”


“Because you remind me of a kitten, all soft and cuddly, but cute as hell. This tattoo of a kitten on your shoulder just reaffirms my belief.”

“Okay.” Tibo shuddered as Sal’s hand stroked over him again. Sal could call him whatever he wanted as long as he never stopped doing that.

“Is this your first time, Tibo?”

Disappointment filled him that he couldn’t tell Sal yes. He wanted to badly but wasn’t going to lie to the man who owned his heart. “No, sir.”

Sal nodded. He didn’t look disappointed, so Tibo relaxed. His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Sal’s fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way toward his hardened shaft. Tibo almost whined at the slow pace.

“Are you very experienced?”

Tibo didn’t want to discuss his past lovers. This wasn’t the time to go over scorecards! He shook his head as he felt his entire body flush.

“I’ve had a handful,” he confessed.

Sal smiled. He wasn’t sure how to take that smile. He knew Sal pretty well from working with him, but he’d never slept with the guy, so bedroom body language was unknown to him.

Sal wrapped his large hand around Tibo’s cock. This time he couldn’t stop the moan. His legs spread wider as Sal stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as Sal watched him intently.

“We don’t have lube. You’re going to come for me so we can use that as lube.”

It wasn’t a request.

Tibo nodded, his eyes locking onto Sal’s as the larger man began to jack him off.

“You have permission to move, gatito.”

Tibo didn’t need to be told twice. He writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there drowned in a flood tide of exquisite rapture as Sal took him to another place, a place where Tibo was no longer his own person, a place where Sal owned him, mind, body, and soul.

“Come for me.”

Monday, December 19, 2011

Talon's Treasure by Amber Kell


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Book five in the Supernatural Mates Series

A romantic winter retreat for the shifters turns into a fight with Mother Nature...and a killer.

When Adrian and Talan decide they need to spend some time alone, they drive up to a group of cabins owned by Adrian’s old pack. However, instead of the romantic escapade they’d envisioned, their trip results in them finding the dead body of the caretaker, stabbed in the back.

Adrian’s determination to find out what happened leads them straight into the path of a killer, who thinks nothing of shooting a wolf shifter. With Adrian bleeding in his arms, Talan vows that whoever dared to harm his mate would soon breathe their last. Now trapped in the victim’s cabin, their tyres slashed and a snowstorm on the way, however will they pass the time?


Talan crouched in the grass, tail waving. He waited for the human-shaped wolf to walk past. One more step. One more little foot forward and he’d...

"I know you’re out there, cat, and I’m wearing my only suit. Don’t even think about it," Adrian’s voice rang out over the field.

Talan thought it over for a moment, wiggled his butt then pounced.

"Oof." The wolf-human made the best sounds. Talan held down his pretty human with his large paws and let out a happy purr.

"Damn lion, let me up."

Adrian’s mouth twitched up at the corner as he snarled at Talan. Talan gave a happy snuffle and licked his wolf-human up the side of his face, absorbing the taste and scent of his mate.

"Stop that. You know I hate the sandpaper kiss!" Adrian squirmed beneath Talan’s hold, trying to get away.

Talan focused on his paws. To take care of the pesky buttons covering Adrian’s fine form, fingers were needed. With a deep breath he called to his inner human. Fur sank into flesh as paws separated, transforming into hands and feet. The breeze, mildly cool before, became freezing against his bare, non-fur-covered skin.

"You can’t be naked out here, it’s too cold," Adrian scolded. Talan’s mate went from annoyed to concerned caretaker faster than a NASCAR driver.

Talan jumped to his feet, pulling Adrian up as he went. He scowled at the wolf shifter’s thin suit jacket, definitely not thick enough to handle the cold temperature. "Talking about lack of proper clothing, where’s your coat?"

Adrian smiled. "I don’t need one. Wolves don’t feel the cold as much as you savannah lovers."

Talan rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around his mate and pulled him close. Smiling, he playfully rubbed his nose against Adrian’s. "You’re right. I only love the cold when it’s snowy outside and I get to stay bundled inside with my favourite wolf."

"Then you’re going to love the place at Steven’s Pass."

Dazzled by Adrian’s wide smile, it took Talan a moment to register the other man’s words.

"What are you talking about?"

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Kyle's Return by Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen

Phoenix Rising 2


AVAILABLE: Saturday, December 17th

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters]

When a young man is found murdered in an alley, Detective Anthony Santano follows his gut instincts right to the city morgue only to witness Kyle’s return three days later. When keeping Kyle safe in Portland is no longer an option, Tony enlists the help of some not-so-law-abiding men to get them out of the state.

Struggling to make it day to day, Kyle Talon feels all alone in the big city. When his young life is brutally snuffed out in a dark alley, Kyle is surprised to find himself alive. He's even more shocked to discover himself falling in love with the detective that witnessed his return to the land of the living and has sworn to protect him.

They embark on a journey that not only strengthens Kyle as a man but also teaches the detective that he has more to give than he ever thought possible. Together, they just might have a chance.


Detective Anthony Santano listened as the first officer on scene ran the details down to him. There was a Caucasian male, about twenty-one years old, red hair, no distinguishing marks except for a strawberry birthmark on the side of his neck resembling a bird. The victim had been stabbed repeatedly in his chest and arms and bled out.

Tony walked over to the dumpster and crouched down, studying the victim. His eyes skimmed over the bloody shirt with multiple rips from the knife inflictions. He used a pen from inside his jacket pocket to press the fingers of one hand back, noticing defensive wounds on the victim’s palms. The kid had fought like hell to survive.

Tony shook his head at the senseless killing. This guy had so much life left to live. He stood, looking around the area for clues. There was a backpack close-by, a ratty-looking thing. Tony grabbed a pair of gloves from one of the officers on the scene and snapped them on.

He grabbed the backpack and opened it. There wasn’t much in there. Tony dug deeper and found a worn, well-used brown wallet. He set the bag on the ground and opened the billfold. There were some receipts, three one-dollar bills, and a state ID card. Tony pulled the ID card out, studying it.

Kyle Talon. The address didn’t put him far from here, but it was the birthday that made Tony curse. It was the guy's twenty-first birthday. It sucked to be murdered on your birthday. Kyle was too young to have his life snuffed out.


“Problem, detective?” one of the officers asked.

Tony shook his head, feeling a tightening in his chest as he studied the picture of a very gorgeous young man. “Today was his twenty-first birthday."

The officer tsked as he walked over to Tony. “That’s what happens when you live in this neighborhood. Life ain’t easy and some don’t make it. But it does suck to die on your birthday.”

Wasn’t that the truth? Tony had seen horrors in his time. But what was the worst horror of all was seeing the young die. Tony was about to hand the wallet and ID over when something clicked in his head.

He studied the face of the man on the card, noticing that he had died on his twenty-first birthday. He couldn’t help but think of the case he could never close. Collin Phoenix had died on his twenty-first birthday and then three days later, walked right out of the morgue.

Tony noticed the red hair, just like Collin’s, and the small, slim build, just like Collin’s. He wondered for a brief moment if he weren’t just reading too much into this. The guy lying there dead even had the same strawberry patch that was in the shape of a bird…just like Collin’s.

This made Tony glance around, studying the onlookers, and even the officers. He wasn’t too sure what to expect, but he didn’t see any malicious-looking thugs hanging around. He finally handed over the evidence and then studied the body once more before heading to his car.

There was one thing he did know for sure. Tony was going to be morgue sitting for the next three days. He had to know if what he was thinking was truth or a fucking fantasy.

* * * *

Three days later, Tony waited until he saw the two morgue workers leave after the phone call Tony had placed saying that the medical examiner's wife was at the hospital. It was a low move, but Tony needed to get into the morgue without witnesses.

He stole along the hallway, watching over his shoulder as he pushed the doors open. He never did like this place. It always gave him the creeps. Tony had seen his fair share of dead bodies in his line of work, but somehow it was different here in the morgue. They seemed creepier here.

He glanced around one last time before crossing the room to the cold-storage unit. Pulling the door open, he walked inside the freezing cold room. God, this was nerve-racking. He knew what was going to happen, but it was still weird as fuck.

Tony searched the labels on each silver-colored door until he found the one he was looking for. He opened the small door and pulled the drawer out that had Kyle Talon lain out on it then pulled the sheet back. His stomach rolled at all the knife wounds scattered about the young man’s body. He couldn’t understand how anyone could do that to another human—


Tony jumped back when Kyle’s eyes suddenly popped open, blinking rapidly as he stared up at the ceiling. Damn, his heart was beating out of control. This was some strange ass voodoo shit right here.

“Oh, god!” Kyle shouted as began to thrash around. “Oh fucking hell.”

Tony hesitated for a moment and then closed the distance, grabbing onto Kyle. “Keep quiet before everyone knows you’re not dead!”

“You did this to me! Get off of me!” Kyle rolled off the slab and onto the floor with a thud. He winced and then pushed to his feet, swaying as he backed away from Tony. “What did you do to me? How? How can I be alive?”


Kyle woke with sweat pouring off of him. He stiffened when he felt an arm pull him closer to a hard chest. It took him a moment to remember where he was and who was lying next to him. Kyle lay there quietly, letting his imagination take flight, pretending that they were a real couple and that Tony cuddled him all of the time.

He wasn’t sure why he was allowing the fantasy to play out in his mind, but with the way his life was turning out, Kyle needed someone. Not just anyone, but Tony. The man was strong, reassuring, and exuded masculinity. Something Kyle had always craved.

He swallowed hard when he felt a hard cock press against his back. Kyle was afraid to move a muscle. His heart was beating out of his chest as Tony grumbled, shifted round, and then pressed his hard shaft hard into Kyle’s denim-covered ass.

Kyle bit his lip to stop the moan threatening to spill. His hands curled into fists as he pressed them into his stomach, waiting, wanting.

His breath froze in his lungs when Tony’s hand skimmed up his body, his fingers made circular motions on his hips, and then continued its trek up his side. He wanted desperately to turn over, to let Tony have whatever it was he wanted, but fear kept him rooted to the spot. Fear of his inexperience, fear of rejection, but most of all, fear of having his heart broken.

Because whether Kyle liked to admit it or not, he was falling hard for Tony.

He did groan when Tony’s lips softly kissed behind his ear and then trailed down the back of his neck. The hot breath blowing across his flesh was spicy, masculine, and welcoming. Kyle was dying for a kiss, to feel Tony’s tongue exploring his mouth was just too much to hope for.

“I know you’re awake. Do you want me to stop?”

Kyle bit his bottom lip as he smashed his eyes together. Did he? Did he want Tony to stop the one thing Kyle had craved his whole adulthood? The closeness. A connection to someone? “N-No.”

Tony’s strong hand pulled at Kyle’s shoulder, turning him over to stare up into the detective’s rich, deep blue eyes. In that span of time, that single moment, Kyle would have given Tony his soul. He looked at Kyle as if he truly mattered. Tony’s fingers ghosted over Kyle’s face, his lips slowly capturing Kyle’s.

Kyle whimpered softly as he allowed Tony to kiss him. He had never opened himself this way and it scared him right down to his toes. One of Tony’s hands pushed under Kyle, pulling him closer as his tongue pushed between Kyle’s lips, wanting entrance. Kyle opened, finally tasting man and desire as Tony’s tongue swept through his mouth, making him want things he thought he would never or wasn’t allowed to have.

Kyle uncurled his hands, tentatively reaching out and grabbing Tony’s shirt, gripping it tightly as he opened his mouth wider, trying his best to drink Tony in. He gasped when one of Tony’s legs slid between his, giving his hardening cock friction as Tony’s hand encouraged Kyle’s hip to move.

He rode the strong, muscular leg as Tony slowly rolled until he was lying on top of Kyle, his weight pressing Kyle into the cot. His head spun as Tony ground his cock into Kyle. He took a chance and reached up, circling his arms around Tony’s neck, feeling how strong the man truly was by the broad shoulders he felt under his hands.

Kyle’s stomach flexed nervously when he felt Tony reach between them and unsnap Kyle’s jeans. Kyle wanted. He wanted with a desperation that bordered on madness as he squirmed around, allowing Tony to pull his jeans down his thighs.

“Kyle,” Tony moaned as he broke the kiss and then slowly pushed himself down Kyle’s body until his lips hovered over Kyle’s hard cock. Kyle hissed when Tony took his shaft into his mouth. Kyle began to pant as he received his very first blow job. He cried out, unable to stop his orgasm. Kyle had wanted it to last, but his body was too amped up, too excited to hold off.

Tony gave off a low growl as he drank Kyle’s seed down his throat, licking him clean as he massaged Kyle’s balls.

Kyle blinked up at the ceiling, unsure of what he should do now. He lay there stiffly as he wondered what Tony wanted. Tony gave one long lick to his still-hard cock and then climbed back up Kyle’s body.

“Fuck, Kyle. You taste delicious.” Tony took Kyle’s lips, sharing the taste of his own body with him. Kyle groaned. He wanted to do the same to the man showing so much more, but he was afraid to ask.

Tony leaned forward, grinding his cock into Kyle’s. He wished Tony didn’t still have his jeans on. He wanted to do something. He wasn’t sure what, but he wanted to make Tony cry out his name.

Kyle’s fingers fumbled between them, trying to unsnap the detective’s jeans. It wasn’t as easy as Tony had made it seem. His new lover smiled into his mouth, reaching between them, helping Kyle free his shaft.

For the first time in Kyle’s life, he held another man’s cock in his hand. He began a slow stroking motion, his fingers gliding over the silky shaft.

Tony bit Kyle’s lower lip, pushing his cock into Kyle’s hand with his hips. “Do you want to suck it?”

The Given & The Taken by L.A. Witt


Their bond could be the death of them all.
After pleading his case to his wolf clan’s Elders, Levi is granted the right to bond with Ian, his male human lover, on one condition: they must spend one year apart. Then Ian must use only their spiritual connection to find Levi, or the deal is off.
Tracking down his lover is easy for Ian, but Levi isn’t prepared for the changed man who finds him.
The agony of separation was too much for Ian. In a moment of weakness, he reached out—to a vampire. Now he’s a vampire himself, and Levi’s devastation—and rejection—is like a stake to his heart. But it’s nothing compared to the fury of the clan that wants Ian brought to justice for desecrating their most sacred ritual.
Afraid for Ian’s safety, Levi puts the pain aside and races to get to Ian first, but he faces unexpected competition: Darius, Ian’s maker. When they come together, all hell breaks loose, Ian is on the run…and the only way Levi and Darius can save the man they love is to work together.
If they don’t kill each other first.

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Warning: Contains two vampires and a werewolf who really, really, really want to hate each other. Except when they want each other. And have violent, sweaty, angry sex with each other. But they still hate each other. Mostly.

L. A. Witt & Lauren Gallagher

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Mistletowed by Tara Lain

Mistletowed by Tara Lain; M/M, M/F, M/M/F with BDSM, with MAGIC!

Available from Loose Id.

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston. But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

Ripping the box cutter through the cardboard, Buttercup tore down another carton to take to recycling. She grabbed the pile of books, hefted them into the front of the store, and loaded them on a shelf she’d prepared earlier. Shoot, long day and more to go. The shop was closed Mondays, and since Winston taught several classes, it was her chance to really do the unpacking, stocking, and other big jobs.

A knock rattled the glass. She smiled. The shop had a lot of loyal customers, and sometimes they really needed something for a spiritual event or ceremony. They knew she’d sell it to them, even if she was closed. She lifted the edge of the shade that covered the glass door. What the heck? Melanie and Andy stood outside, scarves around their necks against the California chill.

She opened and motioned them in. “What’s up, you two?”

Melanie wore tight black yoga pants that looked great on her slim frame and a hooded sweatshirt. “You doing inventory, Buts?”

“Unpacking and stocking, actually. Not as tedious. Why?”

“Want a volunteer?” Mel pointed to Andy, who smiled. The man sure didn’t talk for himself much.

Buttercup noticed he was wearing workout pants and a sweatshirt too. “You came dressed for the job?”

He looked down. “No, I was going to do yoga with Mel.”

“Then Winston told us you were working hard over here, and Saint Andy wouldn’t hear of you doing it alone, so he made me bring him here.”

“Really?” She looked at him, and he blushed. “Hell’s bells, I can always use help. Especially strong male help.”

“Well, you got him. I’m gonna be late for class. Can you bring him home when you leave?”

“Sure.” Hell, the guy looked appetizing in those slim athletic pants. A lot better than khakis.

Melanie rushed off, glancing at her watch, and Buttercup looked at her new apprentice. Why on earth had the guy wanted to help her? “You sure about this? Yoga would be a lot more fun.”

He looked down and blushed again. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay. You asked for it.”

An hour later she had run cute Andy ragged. He’d carried boxes, unloaded books, cut up cartons, and ferried stacks of material to the recycle bin. She asked. He did. Not a question. She’d died and gone to heaven. She looked at him up on the stepladder. Hell’s bells, she had a lot of cute butts in her life right now. “Hey, let’s take a break. You like tea?”


She went back to the little kitchen area she kept in her stockroom, poured a couple cups, and turning, found he’d followed her in. “You want milk or sugar?”

He smiled shyly. “How do you take yours?”

“I like milk in this kind of tea.”


They sat in the two café chairs at a little round table shoved up against the wall. “So you’re a stockbroker?”

“Yeah. A Portfolio manager, actually.” He looked up at her through his lashes. “It’s okay to be surprised. Everyone is.”

“’Cause you’re so, uh, quiet?”

“Yeah. But I have a gift for stock picking and market analysis. I’m actually pretty good at it.”

“Yeah, Mel said.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound egotistical or anything. I --”

“Andy, quit it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And he simply stopped talking.

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Why did you say that?”

His eyes stayed cast down. “Because I want to please you. Do what you say.”

“Why?” He didn’t answer. “Answer me, Andy.”

“Yes, ma’am. I want to do what you say because I like you so much, and I want to serve you.”

Well, shit. Just plain shit. “You don’t even know me.”

“Yes, ma’am, I do. I felt I was supposed to come here, and when I met you, I knew why. Because you’re my…” His eyes glanced up, then back to his teacup.

“Your what?”

“My mistress.”

Holy shit. What had she done by putting her desires out into the universe? Created a ready-made slave? “Andy, did Melanie tell you I’m with someone?”

“Yes, but we don’t have to have sex. Just let me serve you, please.”

“Sweetheart, didn’t you just break up with someone?”

He nodded.

“See, that’s all that’s going on. You’re on the rebound from this other woman.”


“Hell! Andy, was this man your dom?”


“And your lover?”

He nodded.

“So you’re gay?”

“No, I’ve always been with women until him.”

“I’m not even a dominatrix.”

She got that glance through the lashes again. Sexy much? “Yes, you are. You’re my Mistress Buttercup.”

She burst out laughing. “See, right there I fail. A dominatrix has to be named Tanya or Greta or Antonia. Certainly not Buttercup.”



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