Thursday, April 28, 2011
Luc Hellbourne is crushed when his werewolf lover dumps him for a female. Feeling unwanted he gives himself to the first guy who asks, Master Vampire Nikkolai Remondi. Except Nikkolai decides to keep Luc and when his ex-lover wants him back, all hell breaks loose. Which is easy when you’re the devil’s son. (caution: one scene of m/m/m action the rest m/m)
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It was amazing that the body could still move while the heart was shattering into millions of microscopic pieces. Luc Hellbourne kicked the empty soda can on the street, idly watching it tumble across the asphalt.
All other sensations dimmed next to the pain in his chest.
A bitter laugh burst past his lips.
Why in his father’s hell did he ever start a relationship with an alpha werewolf? It wasn’t as if he didn’t know the man wanted to have a successor, yearned to have children of his own.
It was for the best. He gave another sad laugh at his new mantra, whispered it to the breeze, stomped it out with each step, desperately trying to believe his own words.
He didn’t know which hurt worse, losing his lover to a woman, or losing the comfort and caring of the pack. Cutting himself away from his pack friends after twenty years of belonging ripped away a huge chunk of his soul.
Remembering the love in Betsy’s eyes when she claimed Bran as her own eased a small portion of Luc’s frozen heart. However, during the mating ceremony, Bran had looked away from his new wife and the longing in his expression as he watched Luc, hit him as if he were struck by a body blow.
He knew in that moment that the werewolf would never accept his fate as long as Luc was near. It wasn’t fair to the pack to have a conflicted alpha. One of them had to leave.
The one who wasn’t pack.
“Get it together.” Tears prickling his eyes, Luc continued his determined march to nowhere.
His guitar case banged painfully against his side as he walked, all the hard edges finding his most sensitive places. He ignored it with the same indifference he coated over his soul to keep moving. His guitar was custom made by his uncle, one of his most prized possessions, and the only thing he’d grabbed on the way out. The rest of his things he’d shoved through a portal to his childhood bedroom. He’d retrieve them when he found a place to stay.
A quick glance around proved he was in unfamiliar territory. An area of town never visited, at least not in recent memory, but then he’d never travelled around the city without companions before. Loneliness formed a hard knot in his stomach.
This was a day for new things.
So far, none of them had been good.
Loud, pounding music caught his attention. It thrummed through his body like a moving heartbeat. As a half fae, Luc felt the notes deep in his soul. Matching his steps to the beat, he turned the corner seeking the source of the sound. A music club stood before him, pulsing notes sliding through the doors each time the bouncers opened them.
The club’s ridiculously overdone stone façade had grinning gargoyles carved over the corners. Words written in bright red paint to resemble dripping blood proclaimed this building The River Styx.
Luc had visited, played around and once damn near drowned in the River Styx as a child, and this wasn’t it. The river that granted immunity from death never had a line of goth kids wrapped around the block and there wasn’t one creepy ferryman in sight.
Tempted, Luc decided now was the time to slack his thirst. He hadn’t had a drink in hours. His stomach rolled queasily at the memory of the wedding champagne.
Decision made, he walked straight up the stairs towards the bouncers guarding the door.
“Good evening, gentlemen.”
Damn, the men were impossibly big close up. Luc liked a large man. He let his eyes roam up and down them both. There was the off chance he’d get the crap beat out of him, but he knew how to run if things went badly.
“Good evening,” they replied in unison. The man on the left gave him a small smile, while the one on the right looked at him as if he were a chocoholic finding the world’s last chocolate truffle.
He flashed them both his best smile. “I’d like to go into your fine establishment, what’s the cover charge?”
It didn’t occur to him to stand in line. People who looked like him weren’t meant for lines. It wasn’t vanity. It was a fact. He was a perfect creation by the devil himself and blessed by thirty-six gods and goddesses. There was only one creature as perfectly formed as him.
And father was scary as fuck so he didn’t count.
“No cost for you, sweetheart,” the bouncer on the left announced with a hitch in his voice as the other one nodded mutely.
Flashing another smile, Luc let the man open the door for him.
As he passed he saw the bouncers sniffing at him.
He shrugged before banishing the event out of his mind. Having lived with werewolves, he was used to sniffing, but these couldn’t be weres. Bran would never let another pack in his territory.
When Farro's son is stolen by mutants it takes him to another realm where sexy fae roam and one of them follows him home. Meanwhile, Anthony goes to new extremes to be the perfect mate for his alpha lover.
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With the windows rolled down, Anthony sat in the back of the limousine drinking one hundred year old scotch. Only on full moons did he pull out the hard liquor. Holding back his tears, he poured himself another shot as he listened to the howl of the wolves. The mystical sound always brought tears to his eyes. He blinked them back. Anthony had to hide his misery from his lover, Silver, knowing his sorrow would upset his handsome mate. However every full moon the truth slapped him in the face.
He could never be a true alpha mate.
As much as the pack welcomed him, he could never run with the wolves or hunt with the pack. His biological differences separated him from the werekin, separated him from his love. Any moment now Silver would return with a wide smile and glowing eyes, and with the full moon magic racing through his lover’s veins like a potent drug, they would fuck like wild animals. Even with his mate’s unswerving devotion, this time every month a weight pressed down on Anthony’s heart. His inner voice whispering, “Silver will be better off without me.” Unfortunately, werewolves only mate once. If Anthony left him, Silver wouldn’t move on to find himself a nice wolfy companion. The harsh reality of werewolf mating was, without Anthony, Silver would either kill himself or turn so feral the pack would have to hunt him down and slaughter him. To prevent his lover from an untimely death, Anthony would sacrifice anything even if it meant dying a little inside during every full moon hunt.
The divider between the driver and the passenger slid down and Farro’s worried eyes examined him in the rear view mirror.
Farro waved his hand towards Anthony and his half empty glass. “How long are you going to do this?”
“As many times as he asks me to come.” Anthony didn’t have it in him to deny his lover anything he could provide.
“Does he know it kills you to hear the wolves? To never truly be part of our world?”
Anthony shrugged. It didn’t matter. He would always be there for his lover despite his inability to shift. Some problems didn’t have fairy tale solutions.
“I support my mate.”
Farro shot him a look bordering the fine line between pity and disgust. “You know if you weren’t true mates he would be better off without you. You cripple him before the other wolf packs.”
Hearing the truth in Farro’s words, sliced through Anthony like a fine blade. “But I am his true mate so he’ll just have to deal,” he took another swig of liquor, relishing the burn, “as will you.”
Farro rolled the divider back up without another word.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Some journeys take us where we need to be, not where we want to go...
Sera Jenkins is determined to meet a man for her future. Divorced, lonely, and with a lot of love to give, she hands the problem over to God. She then meets three men: the fireman, the scam artist, and the Dom. From each encounter, Sera gains wisdom and confidence as she travels the rocky road of romance. But will Sera's journey lead her to finding herself?
Her stomach shivered. She couldn’t help but grin as she flipped the phone open. “Hello?” she said, trying to sound sexy.
“What are you wearing?” he asked with a chuckle.
She responded with a giggling laugh before stopping herself.
Giggle? Her? She was forty-eight years old, and had not giggled in years. What was it about this man that made her feel fifteen again with her first crush?
“Nothing sexy, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she responded before going on to describe her multiple layers.
“Mmm, sounds like you’re nice and toasty. Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, I’m quite warm, thank you,” she responded with another giggle. “And you?”
“Getting warmer by the minute.”
After a while of rambling talk, Jake asked, “Are you nice and relaxed now?”
“Not really,” Sera admitted. “I’m not sure I know how to relax.”
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” Jake said, his voice dropping an octave and growing soft and dark. The timber sent a warm shiver through Sera.
“We will?” she asked. All at once she felt a little breathless.
“Yeah, we will,” he said. “We’re gonna relax your bones.”
“Yes, we are. Now just settle back, relax, and close your eyes while I find a little privacy.”
In her ear she heard a door snick closed and then what sounded like the squeak of an office chair.
“How you doing?” he asked.
“I’m settled, but I’m not sure how relaxed I am.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
Taking slow, deep breaths, she focused on the man on the other end of the phone and the visions his words painted. His vivid imagination and deep, dark, sexy voice set her on fire.
Her contributions to the murmured conversation seemed to add fuel to his arousal as well. As he spoke, her hands became his as they wormed their way beneath layers of cloth to draw circles over her breasts. She tweaked her own nipples and smoothed her fingers down her body to her aching mound.
When she took over and spoke of what she would do to him, she heard his breath catch more than once, which only made her want to be more imaginative in this verbal loving they shared.
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Saturday, April 23, 2011
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His gaze ripped away from the sign when three dark-haired men, wearing nothing more than silver loincloths and strategic tattoos, slinked by. Oiled muscles, shimmering with power, flexed as they prowled across the airport giving flashes of muscular butt cheeks with every step.
“Fuck me,” Jory whispered, watching the fine specimens walk by.
Visions of lying in bed with three gorgeous studs flashed through his head in brilliant detail. The second man in the trio turned and licked his lips in Jory’s direction, crooking his finger towards him.
“Oh, hell yes!”
Jory looked behind him to see if the man beckoned towards someone else.
He smiled when he saw no one stood behind him. Well he didn’t need an engraved invitation and father did say he should explore his place in the universe. What better way than with three gorgeous men? He could imagine a lot of exploring, at least inside the bedroom.
He only made it one step before a motion to his left caught his eye. A man sat at a table by the walkway sipping something blue out of a crystal glass. Deep black hair, strong muscular body, Jory couldn’t see the color of the man’s eyes from where he stood, but that didn’t matter, he was absolutely captivated.
Maybe Peter was right.
He was a fickle bastard.
Of course that was still no reason to burn all his beautiful clothing in a bonfire, in the middle of his bedroom.
Moisture pooled in Jory’s mouth as he checked out the handsome stranger. Long, long legs stretched out under the table into the empty space across from him. His muscular thighs were faithfully outlined by skin hugging brown leather pants, while a tight white shirt gave mouth-watering testimony to a fine set of muscles. The man’s hair was deep black, trimmed short, but still long enough to get a proper grip in a moment of passion. His fingers twitched with plans of sinking into that lush landscape while the other man sank into him.
A power stronger than Jory felt able to resist, pulled him towards the other man.
Everything else faded as he walked forward and Jory didn’t stop until he was standing above tall, dark and soon-to-be-his.
Monday, April 18, 2011
A New M/M tale from A.J. Llewellyn
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When an amnesiac man capsizes on the shores of Spain’s sun-kissed island of Eivissa, bar owner Demetrio Reyes thinks he’s found his someone…or has he?
Synopsis: Demetrio has found the good life, putting his devastating past behind him and investing his hard-earned money into a gay bar on the island of Ibiza, or as the locals insist on calling it, Eivissa. With celebrities and other stunning beautiful men roaming the hot-spot island, Demetrio thinks he’s found a slice of heaven. When a strange man’s small boat capsizes in the Mediterranean, once he’s rescued, he seems to be attracted to Demetrio.
The man however, has amnesia. He has no memory of his name, his life and has no ID. His boat is registered to a Philip Gordon but the handsome stranger says he doesn’t think it’s his name. After picking the name Océano, the Spanish word for the sea, he and Demetrio begin an impassioned affair that soon turns disastrous. Océano may not be amnesiac. He may not be the good guy he seems to be and…he may not even be gay.
He sighed as he hit the sheets. Maybe he should have another cup of coffee and get on with his day. He’d hardly closed his eyes when he felt a warm hand on his thigh. His eyes flew open and the alarm rang. My God...who was in bed with him? He turned to find Océano grinning at him.
“Time to wake up,” Océano cracked. Demetrio reached over and turned off the alarm. Océano was naked in bed with him, his hand now moving around Demetrio’s belly for his cock.
“Yeah, I knew you were hard all night. You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”
Demetrio swallowed. Man, it was hard to dispute with his cock doing the happy dance in the guy’s hand.
Océano stared at him, sliding closer to him in the bed.
“You’re gay?” Demetrio whispered.
Océano shrugged. “I don’t know. I do know that I got hit on by a bunch of chicks...and some men but all I could think about was getting back into this bed and fucking the hell out of you. All I could think about was how nice it would be to look down and see my cock right inside your fine ass.”
Demetrio swallowed hard again. His cock was leaking against the man’s searching fingers. “I want to fuck you and make you come so hard,” Océano said. “Will you let me?”
He felt it now, Océano’s determined cock pressing against his tailbone.
“We need rubbers.”
“I know.” Océano’s grin widened. “They gave me some at the hospital. They gave me some nice happy pills, bandaged my feet and oh...I want to fuck you. I...know how to fuck but I...I’m not sure of what I’m doing here.”
“You’re not gay.”
“I keep telling you I don’t know. I do know I want you. God, your ass looks nice and tight.” He gripped Demetrio’s hip with on hand, balancing himself on his other elbow so that they lay side by side. He moved his hand from Demetrio’s hip back to his leaking cock, using some of the juice on his fingers to rub against Demetrio’s ass hole.
God...clumsy yet so damned, fucking hot!
Océano’s breath grew shallow. He stopped speaking as his cock slid up and down Demetrio’s crack. Demetrio loved the feel of a hot, hard cock against him. Océano's free hand moved back to Demetrio’s cock. It sure was a nice way to get fucked. Demetrio loved taking it doggy-style, but this way worked just as well.
He hugged Océano’s cock between his ass cheeks and felt the rigid muscle pulsing against his skin. God.
Océano might think he didn’t know what he was doing, but he had an orange foil square between his teeth now and even had the rubber out of the package and on his lips. Demetrio was surprised that the hospital was giving out such exotic fare. The fruit-flavored rubbers were a special favorite of the gay crowd. Club Sugar gave them out freely to their customers.
Stefan. He must have given him the rubbers.
Océano rolled the rubber onto his cock. It was so sheer, that when Demetrio glanced down over his shoulder at it, he had to look twice to make sure it was there.
“There’s some lube on this,” Océano said. “I’m not going to hurt you am I?”
Océano took his time, his hand moving lightly over Demetrio’s cock and balls. He even squeezed Demetrio’s nipple over his shoulder.
Demetrio moaned. “Oh, I love that.”
Océano kept his fingers there, rubbing the hardening bud as his cock sought entry into Demetrio who raised one leg to give him easier access. It had been a few months since he’d been fucked and it surprised him how much he wanted it considering the guy hadn’t kissed him. There was still some amazing, raw passion here.
“God,” Océano said as he entered Demetrio slowly. “I fucking knew it would feel like this.”
Monday, April 11, 2011
HUNTER AND THE HAWK
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When Aidan walks into the Wolf Den and asks to see the Alpha, he doesn’t get a warm welcome. He’s barely through the door before he’s attacked. The Vampire’s arm is broken and he fears his totem animal, a Hawk, will never fly again.
Hunter, a Lycan Enforcer, comes to his aid and takes him aside for questioning. Aidan claims to have information about the murder of Hunter’s mate and he’ll trade for Lycan blood. At first, Hunter thinks it's a trap, but Aidan convinces him that the answer to both species survival may lie in their blood. Hunter agrees to secretly help Aidan in exchange for the killer’s name. But he gets more than he bargained for when he finds himself falling for the seductive vampire. When the research goes awry, he’s sure he’s been used by the scheming bloodsuckers. But is Aidan the real enemy or is it someone closer to home?
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Hunter centered his chin over the cue stick and concentrated on his aim. The game- winning ball sat just in front of his face, waiting to be dropped into the pocket. He studied it, imagining where the cue ball would need to hit in order to make his shot. Stick level, he took a few warm-up strokes.
Perfect. This wager is as good as won—
Fuck! A perfectly aimed shot gone to hell.
Disgusted, he threw down his cue stick and made his way toward the bar where two men were arguing over a spilled beer. As he got closer the hackles rose on the back of his neck. Only midnight and a fight brewing already?
One of the two wolves spotted him approaching and nudged the other. They both stood and moved off toward the exit, taking their argument outside.
Good enough. Why ruin the night by turning a simple beef into a real brawl? If the men were smart enough to settle things between themselves, Hunter wouldn't get involved.
The Wolf Den always drew a rough crowd on Saturday night. Rafe, the pack Alpha, encouraged the males to visit the bar, enticing them with drugs and alcohol.
A lone wolf is a frustrated wolf and frustrated wolves cause trouble.
Hunter wished he had a nickel for every time he heard Rafe utter those words. He'd be a rich man. He didn't always agree with their pack leader but he gave him the respect he deserved, and kept his mouth shut.
Their Alpha believed every wolf needed a mate. And if he didn't have a mate, then he needed a fuck buddy. With so few women available, the club had become a place where unmated Lycans could find a sex partner. Relationships had been forged in the Den, but for the most part the club remained a haven for one-night stands.
The shifters, full of randy animal spirits, behaved as well as could be expected. Dogs fight. It's the nature of the beast. Anything could trigger it — a bump in passing, jealousy over one man's attention to another, or jockeying for dominance in the pack.
Prevention was always the best policy. Two or three pack enforcers, strategically stationed around the bar, usually managed to maintain a testosterone-friendly atmosphere, their mere presence a reminder that the Lycans were being scrutinized.
But tonight the air seemed super-charged with tension. Utilizing extra enforcers had been a good call.
Hunter took one of the vacated seats at the bar and the bartender slid a bottle of mineral water in front of him. Tyler winked as he leaned over and rested his elbows on the bar. He smiled at Hunter seductively. "What are you doing later, sweetheart?"
Heat traveled up his spine. Maybe he was crazy to turn down a sexy wolf like Tyler. He knew the bartender didn't have a regular partner, preferring serial flings to monogamy. Relieving his sexual frustration with a man like Tyler wouldn't be a hardship. Coward. Are you going to hide behind your grief forever?
When he was just a pup, a few inexperienced encounters had convinced him he preferred males. Then Rafe had paired him with a female mate and he'd put those urges to bed. He could have taken lovers on the side, but he'd chosen to remain faithful. He hadn't been with a man in twenty years. Hell, he wouldn't know what to do with him. Tyler would laugh him out of bed. He reached for the bottle. "I'm on overtime."
The bartender sighed regretfully. "You know what they say about all work and no play."
"No. What do they say?"
"That it sucks." Tyler took his hand and turned it over. "You're starting to grow hair on your palms." He rubbed a thumb over Hunter's palm.
Hunter pulled his hand away and looked at it. It wouldn't surprise him.
Tyler broke up laughing. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Tyler's trim ass held his attention as he walked away. Shit! Hunter washed a few aspirin down with a healthy swallow of water and held the cold bottle against his head. His temples throbbed along with the hot, pulsing beat of the electronic dance music. Colored lights around the dance floor winked in the mirror over the bar, intensifying the pain in his head. He'd rather be on patrol outside any day of the week.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Soldier, AKM Miles, MLR Press, Re-release,
When Soldier shows up to check on one of his properties, he's amazed to find the old house in disrepair and full of scared boys being cared for by a man who makes him believe in angels. Dillon falls for this big bald man, so scarred inside and out, who comes to mean so much to all of them. All of the boys have such heartbreaking stories and these two men's mission in life now becomes to make life better, easier, and most of all, safer for the children in their care. Love is all important in building their dream.
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They both looked up when they heard the back door open and watched as Gom snuck out. He had a sack in his hand and he was heading right for them. Brave little fart. He knew he was supposed to stay inside.
“I’m sorry, Dill. But I saw the man and I wanted to see if he was hungry.” The tiny boy couldn’t seem to help the quick glances at Soldier. “I don’t think he would hurt us. He’s been real still by you. I was watching out for you. That’s my job now, right?”
Dillon shook his head and held out his hand for Gom to come closer. Gom came to stand right between Dillon’s legs, facing Soldier.
“Soldier, this is Gom. He’s been made my second in command at the house and he evidently takes his job seriously.” Dillon looked down and spoke quietly to Gom, smoothing his hand over the bony shoulders. “Gom, you don’t have to protect me. I just made you my special assistant to help me with the others. What do you have there?”
Gom was looking at Soldier with awe. He didn’t say anything.
“Gom?” Dillon prodded.
“Oh. Uh. Sir... Soldier, I mean... is that really your name? I brought you some of the stuff we had left. Do you eat? Why are you always out here? Are we in trouble? I won’t let you hurt Dill.” He leaned into Dillon. “Where are you from? Are you in the Army? Can I touch your face? Does it hurt? You must have hurt bad. You’re awful big. Are you hungry?”
Soldier had to smile. How could he answer all that? He couldn’t even remember all the questions. But the kid had showed spunk coming out here if he was worried about how big Soldier was and if he was going to hurt Dill. Dillon.
“I eat. Thanks.” He reached for the sack. Gom handed it to him and smiled, and Soldier’s heart did a little flutter thing. This little one was special. “So, you take care of Dillon... uh Dill, huh?” He tried to think of all Gom had asked. “Not in the Army anymore. I was. Yes, it hurt... real bad. I don’t usually let anybody touch me, at all, but... uh... you can if you want.”
“You let Dill. I won’t if you don’t want me to.” He started to shake a little as he went on, “I was probably being bad to ask you. It’s bad manners, huh?”
“It’s okay... Gom, is it?” Soldier wanted to ease him for some reason.
“Yeah. Gom or Gommy. I’m too little for Montgomery . 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 Soldier's 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 guy anyway, but there’s 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. The boy 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.
Soldier’s eyes widened. He was totally 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. “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.” Gom did the strangest thing then. He stepped away from Dill and went to stand between Soldier’s legs and put both arms up to Soldier’s shoulders and laid his little head on Soldier's chest.
Soldier was literally flabbergasted. He couldn’t move. 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. Gom sighed and relaxed against Soldier. This was too weird.
Soldier looked down and saw that the kid had actually gone to sleep. He looked at Dillon, knowing that Dillon could see the 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 the little boy was a baby. Gom turned his face into Soldier’s neck and sighed again.
“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, clearly not believing what he was seeing. He went on to explain, “He goes into the worst episodes. 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?”
“He gets so little sleep. I even let him sleep with me when he asks, hoping he'll sleep better.” Dillon's worry and fondness for the child was clear 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 Gom relax deeper into him.
***love is love***
Gom Marsh liked knowing that the work he did as an undercover cop, enrolling into high schools to assist the staff in cases of extreme bullying, made a difference. It was rewarding, but often heartbreaking, work. When a new man, Casey Tanner, comes into his life, his heart is immediately engaged. Is he about to find the happiness he's always longed for? He's excited by the possibilities, but Casey doesn't like to be touched. That could be a problem. These two young men's lives become as intricately entwined as the cases that Gom finds himself involved in throughout the story.
Gom answered Casey’s question, saying, “Yeah, man, Trick’s doing great. He’s going to school and the new start is helping. He’s safe here, Casey, thanks to you. Would you like to join us for supper, maybe see how well Trick has settled in here? We’d love to have you, huh, Soldier?” Gom turned to his dad, who was moving about the kitchen setting things out for one of their favorite meals. “It smells great in here. I love when you make tacos. There’s always plenty,” he said, looking back toward Casey, who looked like he was ready to book.
“Nah. I gotta go. Things to do, you know?” Casey started to leave.
“Casey,” Gom said, stepping closer and touching Casey’s arm near his shoulder, “please stay and eat with us. We’d love to have you. We never know who’s going to show up. It’s not really formal here and everyone’s welcome.”
Casey didn’t jerk away from Gom’s touch. It was more that he slid out from under it in a smooth gesture. “I don’t need anybody takin’ care of me. I just wanted to make sure Trick was doing better is all.” He seemed firm in his refusal. Just as he started to reach for the door, Trick came in from the hall and saw them.
“Casey, hey! Are you here for supper with us? Look, we’re having tacos. Soldier makes the best ones ever. I’m glad to see you.” Trick came over and in a surprising move, put his arms up and went to hug Casey, who stepped back quickly, leaving Trick with his arms up in an embarrassing gesture. The rejection showed clearly on Trick’s face and Gom was upset. That was the first time he’d ever seen Trick even act like he was going to hug someone and it had been instinctive.
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Trick turned away. Gom was at a loss. He looked from an embarrassed and harried-looking Casey to a sad Trick to a pissed-off Soldier. Damn it! Casey’s gesture had probably set Trick back considerably. Being able to make a spontaneous move like Trick had came hard for the young man and it had been met with what Gom considered callous disregard, not something he found to be a good or caring thing, especially from a man that Gom was finding interesting. He was very disappointed.
Gom looked at Casey and tried not to let his feelings show as Soldier set about trying to get them all past the small scene that had taken a toll on Trick. Gom turned from Casey, afraid his face would show how disheartened he was by Casey’s move.
“Trick, help me chop the lettuce. I’ll do the onions. No crying in my kitchen, huh? Gom, you’re on dicing the tomatoes, and Casey, if you’re staying, you can get a bowl for the shredded cheese and open the black olives. Oh, and get out the sour cream and the guacamole. Let’s hop to, boys. This meat and the refried beans are almost ready. We’ve got tortillas, regular taco shells, and those bowl-shaped ones you like, Gom. They’re ready to come out of the oven, by the way. Here, Casey, take this and grab them before they burn.” Soldier handed Casey a potholder and pointed to the oven where there was a large tray of the bowl-shaped taco shells just getting brown.
Gom didn’t look to see if Casey did as requested. He got his tomatoes and started dicing. It took a lot. He was a little ticked at Casey for the way he’d hurt Trick. Would it have hurt him to accept the gesture from the younger boy, especially since it wasn’t something Trick did easily? Trick was seeing Tommy and making some headway in losing some of his isolationist behaviors and fears. Gom could see him really making an effort to fit in with the others at the place. There was no doubt in his mind that Soldier and Dillon, with Tommy and Daniel’s help, could help Trick become another success story. He kept working with his head down.
They had big bowls of each item that went into the delicious tacos. He heard the oven door open and out of the corner of his eye he saw Casey’s arm setting the shells and bowl-shaped tacos down on the trivets on the counter. He refused to smile at Soldier’s clever mind. Maybe Casey had realized what a mistake he’d made and the hurt he’d caused and was trying to make up for it, even though Gom knew he wouldn’t be comfortable working with them all in the kitchen. He got the impression that Casey didn’t play well with others.
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Kevin Santhil opened his eyes, looked around the room and panicked.
“What the fuck?”
Then it all came back to him. Jaynell’s battle, his friend’s victory, and Kevin letting the wolf alpha, James, sweet-talk him into bed. Well one of those things wasn’t as bad as the others. Kevin was as bisexual as the next, well bisexual, but his stomach churned over how much he liked being in James’s bed. He’d never spent all night in anyone’s arms before. His deep-seated fear of commitment ensured he generally snuck long before his bedmate woke. Turning his head he examined the large man lying beside him. Most people looked younger, gentler, while asleep. James looked like he could snap awake and spring into action, taking down anyone who threatened his pack.
It was kinda hot.
Kevin worked too hard to get into wizarding college to throw it all away for a hot alpha wolf, no matter how much he longed to spend the rest of the day wallowing in the big wolf’s bed and licking the sexy man all over.
Glancing at the clock, Kevin bit back a curse.
If he didn’t get his ass moving he was going to be late for class. Sliding away from the warm, sensual man took a huge amount of willpower. It didn’t help when a large hairy arm grabbed him around the middle and snuggled him back to against the shifter’s body as if he belonged there.
“Where ya goin’?” A deep, sleep-roughened voice murmured in his ear. Sharp teeth nipped his lobe making his cock rise in interest. A moan broke from his throat as his body, operating on instinct, rubbed against the hard man behind him.
Damn, the big wolf woke ready for action.
“Let go,” Kevin gasped, half-heartedly trying to move the muscular arm pinning him easily in place. A difficult protest when his body yearned to stay in the snuggly cocoon of the big wolf’s arms, even as his mind knew class started in an hour.
He couldn’t miss class. As he father always said if you lack talent make up for it with persistence. Of course his father was an abusive asshole but he did occasionally dispense good advice. What Kevin lacked in pure magical power he made up with dedication. This morning he had Magical Theory and if he were even a minute late he’d probably miss the one essential fact in an hour of droning monologue.
“No, I’m going to keep you in my bed where you belong.” James’s warm breath slid across his skin leaving hot desire in its wake. The alpha’s hard body pressed against Kevin’s ass bringing back vivid memories of the night before. Memories his body remembered fondly and rose to show its appreciation. Stupid hormones didn’t care about Kevin’s schedule. They thought wallowing in bed all day was a fabulous idea.
He reluctantly broke away from the gorgeous alpha scooting quickly towards the edge of the bed and away from temptation. “I’ve gotta go. I have class in half an hour.” He still needed to take a shower unless he wanted to go to class smelling like cum. He lost track of how many times they had sex last night, but his entire body ached in places he didn’t even know could ache. Spending all day on a hard wooden school chair wouldn’t be comfortable, but definitely worth the price.
“You’ll come back.” James definitely didn’t lack confidence. Of course with those kinds of bedroom skills the man had reason. Kevin didn’t even know if he liked the big wolf as a person but the attraction was undeniable. He desperately needed to get away from the man before the alpha could convince him to throw it all away for a big cock and a possessive attitude. When the alpha lured him into bed last night he didn’t even think to protest. Strange, he wasn’t really the type who jumped into bed with just anyone.
“I’ll be back after school,” he lied.
Uh huh. Not going to happen.
James clamped his big hands on Kevin’s hips stopping his progress out of bed and sliding him back closer to the wolf. Pressing his nose against Kevin’s neck, he inhaled deeply. “Why do humans bother to lie to werekin? We can always tell.”
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Elliott looked at the big metal door with the wolf head knocker and balked. There was no sign on the outside or even darkened windows to indicate this was a nightclub, just a big metal door. The entire lack of a line or roped off area made him extremely nervous. He almost ran.
However, Anthony had asked him to come, ordered him really. He couldn’t say no to Anthony. He didn’t know anyone who could. There was something about the man that made you want to make him happy, want to do what he asked.
No matter how ridiculous.
Like wearing leather pants and a copper-colored mesh shirt. Hell, even the boots were an Anthony requirement. There was nothing so embarrassing as having your new boss take you shopping and then demand your attendance at a bar...club…whatever.
He wasn’t even sure it was legal for Anthony to do that. Of course he wouldn’t be the one bringing it up.
He’d met the man’s mate.
Tentatively he took the wolf knocker and banged it a few times.
Immediately, the door opened to a tall lean man with short black hair and massive shoulders. Cool grass-green eyes looked him up and down. “Yes?”
Nerves had Elliott shaking his head back and forth, more of a spasm than a voluntary movement. “Um, A-Anthony invited me.”
Those green eyes examined him intently. “Samuels?” He knew what the guy was implying, but he didn’t have a pack. He’d never had a pack.
“I’m half-wolf. No pack.” He wasn’t ashamed, no matter how piercing the other man’s gaze.
“Can you shift?”
Elliott didn’t know why it mattered, but he nodded. “Full independent change.”
Some half-wolves couldn’t. Couldn’t shift or involuntarily shifted under a full moon, their control not as good as their full wolf counterparts, but not Elliott. His wolf was a quiet submissive creature. It had to be coaxed out beneath the moon, but it could be coaxed.
“Excellent.” The man gave him a smile that could only be called…wolfish.
Elliott had the dizzying sensation he was the prey in this scenario and he wasn’t entire certain he disliked the idea.
The man pulled a phone from the clip on his low riding black jeans. Elliott blinked at how low those jeans really rode. He discretely turned his head so he couldn’t be caught staring inappropriately.
“I need a replacement.” The bouncer’s voice was low and pleasant, sliding through Elliott’s body like an aural aphrodisiac.
Damn he was fine. Elliott willed his body not to harden. His leather pants left nothing to the imagination. They might not ride as low as the hot bouncer’s jeans but they had a snug fit. If he became hard, the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear would be apparent to all. Damn Anthony, he convinced Elliott to do without his boxers saying it would give him unattractive lines.
He was reconsidering his current employment.
“Coming,” a scratchy female voice said over the speakerphone pulling Elliott’s attention back to the bouncer.
The gorgeous wolf hung up and pinned Elliott with those stunning green eyes.
“It will be just a moment.” He flashed a wicked smile. “Like what you see?”
Elliott swallowed. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to stare.” He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, one of the problems with having pale skin. His mother always said he inherited his great-grandmother’s Irish complexion, but since the woman died before he was born he only had a few grainy photographs to support the theory.
The bouncer chuckled. “If I didn’t want people looking I wouldn’t wear them so low. I’m Parker.” He held out one massive paw to Elliott who cautiously took the other man’s hand. He was surprised at the handshake. The larger man was careful of his strength, apparently he wasn’t one of those men who felt more manly if he crushed everyone’s hand to prove he was stronger.
“I’m here.” A pretty woman who was even shorter than Elliott’s five-nine walked up the stairs. She took one look at Elliott and gave a wide smile. “I’m Shara, who are you?”
“This is Elliott,” Parker said, blocking Elliott with his larger frame before she could offer her hand. “Anthony invited him.”
“Hmm. And it takes a personal escort to take him to Anthony?” Her eyes were brilliant blue, sparkling with mischief.
“Just give me fifteen minutes,” Parker growled before turning back to Elliott. “Come with me.”
Elliott resisted any possible smartass response that involved coming and the hot black-haired man leading the way with his tight, round ass. That didn’t stop him from looking though.
Parker glanced back at the pretty auburn-haired wolf and bit back a growl. He searched his mind for the perfect present for Anthony. The man was going to get a big reward for bringing Parker his mate. Unless he intended Elliott for someone else, then they were going to have words.