Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Watch Raine weave her Magic with the Devon Falls Series

Author Raine Delight is pleased to share her paranormal series with readers...welcome to Devon Falls, where love and magic combine to bring two people together.

Sticky Magic (Devon Falls 1)Red Hot Magic (Devon Falls 2)Fiery Magic (Devon Falls 3)Haunting Magic (Devon Falls 4)Moonlight and Magic (Devon Falls 5)

Book 1: Sticky Magic
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Theme: Christmas
Secret Cravings Publishing
Buy at SCP, Amazon Kindle

Jenna never expected to see the one man to make her heart spin and her body clench in desire walk into her Candy Shoppe. With just one look, Marc du Bree captures her elusive heart and takes her on a journey that will either make her his for all time or have her run as fast as she can away from him!
Will Jenna be able to accept Marc’s secret or will Marc lose the one woman he has been searching for?
"...Raine Delight had me scooped into this story. .."~Coffeebeans and Love Scenes Reviews

Book 2: Red Hot Magic
Paranormal Erotic Romance, Light Bondage Scene
Theme: Valentine's Day
Secret Cravings Publishing
Check out the hot trailer HERE
Raven Demarco has sworn off men after one too many disastrous dates and soon begins dreaming of a mystery man who makes her feel things that she never expects to feel again. When the auction comes closer, her sensual dreams become more than she can handle and she finds herself wishing her dream man would show up and sweep her off her feet. What will she do when the man himself comes to claim her: Heart, body and soul?
Jean-Claude LeFever is a dream walker and has searched for years for his mate and finally found her in Raven. With his seduction of her in her dreams driving them wild, he makes sure to come to Devon Falls and make her his for all time as time is running out for him and their love. If she doesn’t fall in love with him by midnight, Jean-Claude is destined to walk the planes of dreams for the next hundred years before finding his love again. Can he be able to steal her heart and make her his for all time? Or will it be too late for them?
"...Once again, Delight's writing style is balanced and believable with the exact amount of dialogue and written word to keep me harboring for more. "~Coffeebeans and Love Scenes

Book 3: Fiery Magic
Paranormal Dragon Shape-shifter Erotic Romance
Theme: Fourth of July
Secret Cravings Publishing

Damien Dracon is back in Devon Falls, and he is about to woo the one lady he left three years ago. Family secrets and youthful pride forced him to give up the one good thing in his life: the love of Alicia Stevens. What he doesn't expect is that Alicia has a secret of her own, and it may just tear them apart.

Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart?

"...This book can be a stand alone but I recommend any lover of romance to start from the beginning and fall in love with Devon Falls and its residents as I have."~Coffeebeans and Love Scenes

Book 4: Haunting Magic
Paranormal Wolf Shape-Shifter Erotic Romance
Theme: Halloween
Secret Cravings Publishing

Check out the hot book trailer HERE

Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. Jaxon is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?

Book 5: Moonlight & Magic
Paranormal White Tiger Shape-Shifter Erotic Romance
Theme: Halloween
Secret Cravings Publishing

Dixie Sinclair has watched her cousins all fall in love and now she wants the same. Dared to go to the annual Masquerade ball, Dixie finds the one thing she desires: love…one problem…can she trust that it will last after that one night?
Michael Barnes is a rare white were-tiger who was thrown out of his pride long ago for a trumped up crime, Michael roams the world searching for the one place to call home. Finding that peace in Devon Falls, he finds the one woman who stirs him like no other. Can he convince Dixie that she can trust in him forever?

Coming in 2013.....a new Devon Falls story readers have been waiting for....one couple will be married, a new couple will shock the town and more.

Get ready for all the chaos and romance that  is in A Devon Falls Wedding (Book 6)

A special event is coming to Devon Falls on a warm June afternoon…can Jenna and Marc find a way to calm their respective families and friends before their big day goes bust?

Jenna Sinclair and Marc du Bree have fallen in love and now with a baby on the way, decide to get married as soon as possible. They never figured their families would be the cause of their problems and add in a Fae Prince who decides that Jaxon’s cousin Grady is a perfect sweet mint to devour; Jenna and Marc have their work cut out for them. Can their Devon Falls Wedding go off without a hitch or will their family & friends make them toss their hands in the air and run off to Vegas instead?

Plus the final four books in the series will be coming after that. Get ready for the Craven Siblings, Elemental mages with the power of the elements at their fingertips.

 # 7 Heaven’s Fires-featuring Maxwell who is a Fire Elemental (Oldest)
#8 The Air We Breathe- featuring Selena who is a Air elemental (Middle child)
#9 Rock Steady- featuring Jorge (Earth elemental) (Twin to Lynx)
# 10 Waves of my Desire- featuring Lynx (Water Elemental) (Twin to Jorge)
Also coming soon-The first five books in the Devon Falls series will be in one print compilation. Keep and eye out on my website and blog for the latest news on that front.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Man in the Middle by Stormy Glenn

Man in the Middle (MMM)
Wolf Creek Pack 9

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, July 31st
[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, public exhibition, vampires, werewolves, HEA]
Chase Morgan has known for some time that Taylor Foyt and Justin Ried are his mates. He just can't claim them. It would put their lives in jeopardy, and Chase would do anything to keep them safe, even deny the bond between them.
Justin is desperate for Chase to claim him and Taylor. Not only does he ache to be loved by the strong wolf shifter, but he wants Taylor to be safe. After years of abuse at the hands of the Teacher, Taylor deserves to have someone take care of him for a change, and Justin knows Chase is just the wolf to do it.
Taylor's heart sinks a little each day as he watches Justin pine for a man that doesn't seem to want either of them. He just doesn't have a clue how to convince Chase that they belong together.
When Justin decides to take matters into his own hands, Taylor and Chase are forced to work together to find the man. They hit one obstacle after another. If it's not assassins bent on destroying them out of revenge, it's discovering that there may be more to Justin than just his pretty face. If they each can get over their fears of commitment, then they might actually have a chance at a life together, assuming they don't die first.


“What are you looking at?”
Justin glanced away from the window to look at his lover, Taylor. He gave a light shrug, feeling the longing he always felt when seeing the shifter. “He’s out there again, in wolf form this time.”
“How is that any different?” Taylor asked from behind Justin. “Chase is almost always in wolf form when he comes around.”
“He comes in human form sometimes,” Justin protested as he looked back out the second-floor window to the yard below. Chase Morgan was their mate, and both Justin and Taylor knew it. They’d known it for the last two months. Chase just hadn’t claimed them. Justin was beginning to wonder if the man ever would.
Justin had been waiting two months for the man to make a move, ever since he learned what a shape-shifter was when Chase rescued him. So far, nothing had happened. Chase didn’t even seem to want to be around them, unless he was in wolf form. He paced back and forth outside every so often, never coming close enough for Justin to think the man wanted anything more than to just catch a glimpse of them.
He was genuinely puzzled by Chase’s reluctance, but Justin had a theory that Chase’s wolf couldn’t deny the attraction even if the human side wanted to deny the fact. Chase’s wolf wanted to claim his mates. The human Chase had other ideas. Justin wished that the human side would shut the hell up and let the wolf side take over.
He wanted to be claimed. Taylor wanted to be claimed. But how could either man be claimed when the human part of Chase was being so stubborn?
“Do you think he’s ever going to claim us?” Justin asked as he watched the beautiful grey wolf pace back and forth along the tree line. His movements were slow, measured, and Justin was in awe at how graceful the wolf seemed as he navigated through the trees as he paced the forest behind their home. Justin turned when he felt Taylor’s hand gently touch his shoulder. Taylor glanced past him and out the window then shrugged as if he, too, wondered the same thing.
“I don’t know, maybe,” Taylor said, and then he shook his head. “Then again, maybe not.”
“Do you think he doesn’t want us?” Justin asked as he watched the smooth, sleek lines of the wolf’s muscles as Chase circled around a tree and began to walk back down the small dirt path.
The back of Taylor’s knuckles grazed Justin’s cheek softly. “How could he not want you, Justin? You’re beautiful, sweet, loving, everything a man could want in a lover.” Taylor looked a little sad as he gazed out the window at Chase’s wolf form. “Maybe after everything that happened, Chase hasn’t claimed you because of me. I wasn’t exactly innocent in the Teacher’s schemes, you know.”
Justin shook his head frantically, refusing to allow Taylor to cradle the blame on his shoulders. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Justin, not even Nate wanted to trust me.”
“He just didn’t understand,” Justin insisted. “You did what you did for me. You know that, I know that. Even Chase knows that. Besides, we come as a set.” Justin wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and laid his head on the man’s shoulder. “You’re mine, and I won’t give you up. I need you like I need air.”
“You do know that if Chase claims us we’re going to have to share, right?” Taylor asked as he smoothed Justin’s hair back from his face. “How are you going to feel about that?”
Justin chuckled as the image of all three of them together played through his mind. “I think that would be pretty hot, don’t you?”
Taylor wiggled his brows playfully. “Yeah, Chase is damn sexy.”
Justin tilted his head back to look up into Taylor’s handsome face. “You don’t mind sharing?”
He leaned into the warm hand that Taylor cupped around his cheek. “As long as I never lose you, then I’m fine with it.” Taylor opened his mouth as if to continue then snapped it shut. He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment and hugged Justin to him. “I just can’t lose you, Justin.”
“You won’t,” Justin replied as he buried his face in Taylor’s neck and inhaled his musky scent, smelling the familiar scent that always brought him comfort. “A new love in our lives just means we have more love around us, not less. We just have to get Chase to understand that.”


“So, just what did you have in mind?” Justin felt Taylor’s eyes move over his body like soft silk sliding over naked skin. Damn, that man was good. He just had to look at him, and Justin was raring to go.
“You could start by taking off your clothes and bending over the couch,” Taylor drawled seductively. “Just rest your arms on the edge of the couch. I want your ass sticking out as far as it can go. And make sure you spread your legs. We want to make sure that Chase has a front-row seat.”
Justin grinned and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms, pushing them down his legs. He didn’t have a shirt on, so once the pajama pants were off his legs, he was naked.
He bent over the end of the couch and spread his legs, sticking his butt out and wiggling it for Taylor. Justin glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Taylor shuck his own pajama bottoms. He groaned, the sight of his lover’s naked body making him ache with need. The man’s cock was so thick and so heavy. It was a deep red, and pre-cum was leaking from the slit in the blunt head.
His mouth instantly watered. It was a reaction he had every time he saw his lover’s weeping cock.
“Damn!” he groaned at the sight. “You are so sexy.”
“Yeah?” Taylor asked wickedly. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few long strokes as Justin watched, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. “You want some of this, honey?”
Justin nodded quickly, his eyes fixed on the hard shaft in Taylor’s grip, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He and Taylor had been together for a few years now. Taylor knew just what to do to get Justin going, and he was very good at it.
Justin tensed with anticipation as Taylor stepped closer and lifted a hand to caress his ass cheek. Taylor was just a few inches taller than Justin, but he was quite a bit bigger in the endowment department. Justin knew he would feel Taylor for hours after they made love. He couldn’t wait.
“Make sure you don’t hold anything back, Justin,” Taylor said as he dropped to his knees behind Justin. “I know I like to hear you, and I’m sure our audience would, too.”
At the mention of their audience, Justin’s eyes strayed to the patio doors. Just beyond the edge of the moonlight he could see a pair of glowing golden eyes staring intently at him and Taylor. It sent a tingle of excitement down his back to know Chase watched them.
He loved giving Chase a show, but Justin wished the man would join them. Gods, how he wished Chase would join them. Justin had never been with two men at the same time before, but he was pretty positive he would be able to handle the two.
The moment Taylor’s tongue stroked across his quivering hole, Justin forgot all about their audience and centered on the sensations igniting in his body into flames. Taylor knew how to play his body like a master, just what part to touch or caress, what noise to make, everything to send Justin right out of his mind and over to edge into insanity.
When Taylor’s hand lightly gripped his ball sac, Justin groaned out his pleasure. The noises escaping his mouth grew louder as his balls were gently massaged in the palm of Taylor’s skillful hand.
They reached a fever pitch when Taylor grabbed his cock and stroked it. Justin couldn’t keep from pushing himself in and out of Taylor’s tight grip, fucking the man’s tight fingers with enthusiasm.
Justin curled his fingers into the couch cushions with a tight grip to keep from reaching for Taylor and demanding that the man fuck him silly. He knew that they were trying to entice Chase, to give him a good show, but damn, he wanted to feel Taylor’s thick cock in his ass. He wanted the man to let go and show him just how talented a lover Taylor truly was.
And Taylor was talented as hell. He always left Justin a satiated, boneless mess when they had sex. But this had to be slow, seductive, and enticing. Justin wanted to scream he was so damn revved up and raring to go.
Justin jerked a little when the tongue in his ass was replaced by two lubed fingers. He hadn’t even heard Taylor slick them up.
“Easy, baby,” Taylor said softly as he started moving his fingers in and out of Justin’s ass.
“Cold.” Justin chuckled.
“It’ll warm up in just a moment.”
Justin nodded, too far gone to complete a sentence at that point. He loved feeling Taylor in his body, either his fingers or his dick. Justin was a bottom boy through and through, and he knew it.
While he’d tried topping Taylor a few times, he was a dismal failure. He really preferred the bottom. He liked Taylor’s thick cock in his ass, making him go crazy as his lover fucked him into unconsciousness. The man was a god when it came to sex, and he loved having his ass pounded. Being on the bottom was somewhere Justin loved to be.
It also sent him over the edge faster than almost anything. Justin got off faster from the feel of a cock in his ass than he did from a blow job or a hand. There was nothing in the world like the feeling of a good hard shaft sinking into his ass.
Even now Justin could feel himself getting close to a mind-blowing orgasm. Luckily, Taylor had experience with his quick trigger. Justin felt a third finger enter his ass and quickly stretch him out. A moment later, they slid free, and Taylor grabbed Justin’s hips.
Justin bit his lip in eager anticipation.
“Ready for me, honey?”

Phoenix Rising by Theo Fenraven


  New York City homicide detectives Artemis Gregory and Rachel Wayland are first on the murder scene of a beautiful young gay man, the third victim of a serial killer dubbed the Moon Killer by the department. Their investigation leads them to Talis Kehk, charismatic lead singer of the rock group Phoenix Rising. As the next full moon approaches, Artemis and his partner uncover clues that lead straight to Talis—even as Talis, exhibiting behavior Artemis finds strange indeed considering the circumstances, uses every means possible to keep Artemis close. 

Artemis could never fall in love with a murderer, could he? Innocent or not, Talis has a secret… and it’s about to change Artemis’s world forever.



Part One New York City 



I am all.

I am nothing.

I am your brightest, most beautiful dream, and your darkest, most secret desire.

I am the burning golden heat of the sun, and the quiet, silver-blue shadows of the moon.

I am man. I am woman.

I am nothing.

I am all.


Chapter One Artemis

There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy. —Ambrose Bierce

THE phone on the nightstand woke Homicide Detective Artemis Gregory just past 4:00 a.m. Stubbornly keeping his eyes closed despite there being no chance in hell he’d be able to go back to sleep, he grabbed it without fumbling from long practice. “Gregory.”

“We’ve got another one,” his partner, Rachel Wayland, said in her sexy “I don’t smoke but I sound like I do” voice.

Gregory immediately got a picture of her in his mind: tall, slender, long auburn hair always clipped back, warm brown eyes, mobile mouth. She was pretty enough to model but dismissed her good looks, preferring to work in law enforcement. She’d told him more than once how much she enjoyed partnering with him. “I like that you’re gay, Gregory. I like knowing you will never be the slightest bit tempted to hit on me.”

“Is it our moon killer?” This would be the third. First night of each month’s full moon, a young, attractive man was killed. They were hunting another loony tune who possibly saw himself as a werewolf, though this one, at least, didn’t bite off chunks of his victim’s flesh. In fact, they didn’t know how he killed them, only that he fucked them and then they croaked. There had been 536 homicides in NYC the year before; similarities were carefully tracked in all cases, and these deaths stood out because there was no obvious cause for them.

“Initial reports point that way.” She rattled off the address. “Bring coffee, and maybe croissants?”

Grinning, he hung up, stretched, rose, and dressed. Expecting the call, he’d showered before bed, just in case. So far they had lots of DNA, but no matches. The killer’s prints were not listed in IAFIS (Integrated Automated Fingerprint ID System), nor had they gotten a hit at CODIS (Combined DNA Index System). After this killing, a task force would be assembled, and someone at ViCAP (Violent Criminal Apprehension Program) would probably get involved. He hoped the FBI didn’t send a complete weenie.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. No gray hairs yet in his short black hair, even though being a cop was famous for causing early aging. His brown eyes were still clear, and there were no lines around them or his wide mouth. His tall, tightly muscled body was holding up, too, despite his not having time to visit the gym; mostly he did free weights at home and sit-ups to keep his stomach flat. Not bad for 33. I could get me some, if I had the time. He rinsed and spit, dragged a comb through his hair, and left.

The streets were full of garbage trucks and drunks. In a couple hours, buses and cars would start to move. Humidity was already making the hot summer air worse. He loved this city. He also hated it, having grown up in Michigan. The Upper Peninsula was quite possibly the most beautiful place in the world, if you loved trees and water and more trees. It was a backpacker’s wet dream. But you also had to love winter, because it started early and stayed late. After high school, his family decided they didn’t love it that much anymore and moved to New York, where Artemis eventually attended college before moving on to the police academy. He considered himself a New Yorker now, another denizen of the over-crowded city, but recently he’d been dreaming of trees and water and more trees.

He stopped at a Starbucks on the way to the crime scene. If he forgot Rachel’s coffee, she’d kill him.

Lots of people were milling around the brownstone when he arrived. Someone recognized him and said, “Second floor back.”

Nodding, Artemis galloped up the stoop and through the open door, careful not to spill or drop anything. “Second floor back” was teeming with CSU and other interested parties, but only the ME and CSU were in the bedroom with the body. NYPD threw lots of people at a major crime. Sometimes this worked well. At other times, it merely muddied the waters.

Rachel nodded at him, took her coffee and croissant, and handed him a pair of latex gloves. He slipped them on, gazing at the victim. “Not in here,” he cautioned her.

She rolled her eyes at him. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Uh-uh.” No food or liquid at a crime scene. It could contaminate evidence, and the smell alone might mask other odors. “Who called this in?”

“One of his roommates. You saw him in the other room.”

Artemis remembered. A nice-looking young man with eyes red from crying and wet pants; he’d pissed himself upon finding the body.

Rachel continued. “Came home to quite a surprise. Third roommate is away, visiting his sister in Jersey.”

The victim was young, beautiful, and naked, his limbs spread-eagled on the bed. “He looksarranged, don’t you think?” He eyed the body with interest. The skin was uniformly pale, untouched by the sun. The expression on the dead man’s face was calm, peaceful. His lower legs were covered with scratches, deep enough to bleed. Cameras flashed as CSU took pictures. “Cause of death?”

John Nolan, the medical examiner, swabbed an intimate part of the victim’s body. “Have to wait for the autopsy, but I suspect it will be the same as the other two. ‘No apparent cause of death\'.” He frowned. “It’s just not right.”

“Has the victim been ID\'d?” Artemis asked. His roommates, family, friends, neighbors, and coworkers would be questioned politely but extensively by the NYPD over the next few days.

“Donny Carlson,” one of the CSU offered. “Found his wallet in the nightstand. He was twenty years old. He had a driver’s license issued in Illinois. Letters from home found near the door indicate he only recently arrived in our fair city. Roommate confirms Carlson moved in a couple months ago.”

Donny probably had parents, maybe siblings. He’d certainly had dreams, and had come here to fulfill them. Artemis waited for Nolan to finish collecting his samples, including scraping under the nails, before doing a quick examination of his own.

On Carlson’s back, Artemis found a small gold-inked tattoo of a bird with outstretched wings. It was beautiful and exquisitely detailed. He’d seen it before on the first victim, only that one had been on a left hip. They’d canvassed some of the shops, asking about it, and tracked it to a place in Times Square named Demon Tattoos. The owner had told them the design was exclusive to that shop and was proving popular with fans of the rock band Phoenix Rising. He’d provided a list of clients who had asked for it, but nothing further had been done with it.

“Nolan? Preliminary findings?”

“Mr. Carlson engaged in anal sex shortly before death. No condom. I got a sample of the semen.”


“As far as I can tell. Minor anal tears, as you might expect, no blood, lots of lubricant.”

Artemis frowned. “Barebacking, just like the first two victims.”

He grabbed his bag. “We done here?”

“For now. Send me the report as soon as it’s completed.”

It was difficult to take his eyes off Donny Carlson. Under other circumstances, Artemis might have ended up with him after meeting him at some bar. Instead, Carlson had gone home with someone inappropriate and been killed. Artemis took pictures with his cell, most of them of the bird tattoo.

Donny was bagged, loaded onto a stretcher, and taken from the room. The CSU swarmed, gathering evidence now revealed by the body’s removal. One of them handed an evidence bag to Artemis. “Take a look at that.”

Inside the bag was a feather about three inches long, gently curved tip to end, the barbs an iridescent gold that flashed red as he turned it under the ceiling light. Below the barbs and above the calamus?the hollow shaft that was inserted into skin?were downy after-feathers. “Did Donny or a roommate have a bird?” he asked the room. Various negative responses came back. He held the bag up. “Anyone know what bird this belongs to?”

Everyone glanced his way, then shrugged and went back to work. Artemis handed the bag back to the CSU; it would go to the lab for study when they returned to headquarters.

He gave Rachel a sharp look. “Demon Tattoos. Let’s go.”


Thursday, July 26, 2012

Rootin', Tootin', & Shootin' by Barry Lowe

Rootin', Tootin', & Shootin'  (Cowboy Joe 2)

Joe's weapon is a repeater.

Hollywood superstar, Jonny Xero, finds himself at the mercy of Tagtime
Cowboy Joe when the grizzled old cowboy, hired to teach him western ways for
his new movie, decides that a night out on the prairie is good preparation
for the role of a lifetime. Jonny wonders whether it's a role Joe really
wants, especially after the two share a toot on the strong weed Joe's
brought along to relax the city dude.


After breakfast at the ranch house, overseen by Joe himself who gave out the
day's chores as we ate the heartiest meal I'd ever seen served before eight
o'clock at night, he took me aside. "You get a good night's sleep?" he
I attempted to stifle a yawn. "The best."
"Good, you've got a hectic schedule before the rest of the movie crew get
here so we're gonna put you through your paces over the next few days. By
Friday, your ass is gonna be real sore."
I didn't like the innuendo. "If you think I'm going to be shit easy to break
in, then you're in for a surprise."
He didn't take offence like I expected. He didn't seem to take it as a
challenge either, he merely tried blackmail. "Suit yourself, Jonny. But it's
me has to sign off on whether you get the role."
I was a smug bastard. "I have a contract."
"Yeah, I've seen it. Maybe you don't remember, but it says you have to be
proficient in a certain number of skills. That's where I come into it. I
have to sign off on that proficiency. As I said yesterday, I don't think
you're gonna make it. Already told that slimy agent fella, Frank Sutton,
when he rang late last night. Seems he always thought that was gonna be the
case which is why he never showed you the script. Dunno what goes on between
you two but he's mighty keen to get this young fella called." he scratched
his craggy cheek trying to remember the name.
"Trent Storm," I prodded.
"Yeah, that was it. Kept telling me what a fine fella he is and that he's
gonna be one of the greats. Sounds like that Sutton guy is in love with
He phrased it as a question.
"Could be," I said. "Last time I went to my agent's office, Storm was on his
knees, if you get my drift."
Joe chuckled to show he did. "You don't do that?"
"Suck dick for pleasure or suck dick for a film role?"
"I don't suck dick. Period."
"But you don't mind if some good-lookin' young cowboy has a yen to chow down
on your pecker?"
"That's a whole different ball game."
"It's none of my business what you movie star queers do with your privates
but I did not take well to that Mr. Sutton of yours-"
"Believe me, I like him just as little as you do. Our relationship is purely
"Yeah? Sounds to me like your sellin' yourself to him and he's fuckin' you
in the ass."
"Don't go getting' all frisky over my meanin'. I ain't got someone else to
write my fancy words like you movie actors. Seems to me that Mr. Sutton
don't have your best interests at heart is what I meant."
I wasn't going to bite because I knew Joe was as manipulative an old bastard
as Sutton was. "Oh?"
"He's sendin' his little cocksuckin' pal to the ranch. Arrives tomorrow.
Seems he thinks this movie could be big with the right cast. Doesn't want to
take a chance you'll fuck up, so he wants a back-up. Reckons Storm would be
better in the role anyways. You don't have what it takes. Gone soft." He
slapped me in the stomach to emphasize the point. I grimaced without making
a sound even though I wanted to complain that it stung with the ferocity of
a hive of bees.
He left me cursing under my breath as he strode toward the ranch house.
"I'll get two of the boys to put you through your paces this morning before
we work out a schedule for you."
"I'm not a fuckin' show pony," I yelled after him, furious with myself for
letting him get under my skin, and furious with the world that I cared what
they thought of me.
Here we go again, having to prove myself all over again. When does it
fuckin' stop?


Saturday, July 21, 2012

How the West Was Done 4 by Karen Mercury

Manifested Destiny (MMF)
How the West Was Done 4 


AVAILABLE: Monday, July 30th
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 6th.
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, with paranormal elements, consensual BDSM, pegging, sex toys, HEA]
Army scout Foster Richmond has struck Black Hills gold, but his partner, photographer Worth Ludlow, fears it’s hexed by a Sioux curse. This seems evident when Foster’s witchy old flame Orianna pops back into Laramie, Wyoming, and throws a monkey wrench into their courtship of the stunning widow, Miss Tabitha Hudson.
Orianna drops the bomb that their little son needs Foster back in San Francisco. Tabitha can’t give up all she’s worked for—her new journalism career or the two rough-and-ready men she’s fallen in love with.
A séance held by local psychic—some say crackpot—Caleb reveals a traitorous web of sorcery, ghost dogs, and poisoned gloves. The trio refuses to accept they are the victims of the ex-flame from hell, and fights back with every weapon in their arsenal—including the crafty spirit of a dead miner—to protect their love.

#5 The Wild Bunch, August 2012
#4 Manifested Destiny, July 2012
#2 Disorder in the House, May 2012
#1 Training Ivy, May 2012 <-- new series! How the West Was Done
Blowing Off Steam, March 2012
Working the Lode

Karen Mercury

Thursday, July 19, 2012



Something inked and dangerous lurks in the penthouse above them.

Liam and Carlos live in fear of the big, beefy, tattooed skinhead, the aptly
named Bull, who lives in the apartment directly above theirs and whose
hell-raising and late-night use of his Jacuzzi keeps them awake. Carlos
constantly returns home in an agitated state after enduring homophobic abuse
when he runs into Bull and his mates in the car park or the building's
elevator, until one day Liam has had enough and marches upstairs to have it
out with his obnoxious neighbor, ignoring the distinct possibility of
physical harm. But, what he gets is worse than he ever imagined.



"Hold that lift!" The voice boomed through the deserted foyer.
Automatically, I stuck my hand out to cut the beam so the door would remain
open, but as soon as I saw who belonged to the voice, I regretted my
politeness. Ever since the asshole had moved into the penthouse apartment
above ours, we'd had nothing but aggravation.
He beamed as he shoved his way into the elevator, knocking me to the back
wall with his body. Fucker!
"Thanks, faggot!" he spat as he poked the button for his own floor before I
had a chance to press ours.
My boyfriend, Carlos, gripped my arm as a warning not to start a fight.
"Oh, ain't that sweet, the faggot's little fuck boy doesn't want any
He chucked Carlos under the chin like he was some kind of animal. "What's
the matter, fuck boy? Scared of a real man?"
He flexed his arm, his bicep expanding like a small mountain, almost ripping
his muscle T-shirt.
"Have a feel. That's real solid muscle. It'll make your little boy cunt
juice up. Go on, put your hand on it."
I could sense Carlos wanted to take the dare; he'd always had a thing for
muscles, something I'm rather scarce of, but his fear of the skinhead from
upstairs and of my reaction made him hesitate.
"Don't be frightened of what Mr. Flabby here thinks. This is your
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get up close to a fuckin' honest-to-god
piece of real man flesh."
When Carlos still looked indecisive, Bull grabbed his hand and placed it on
his bicep, flexing again. Carlos squeezed it timidly.
"Put some force into it, sweetheart. I'm not fragile like your boyfriend
Carlos squeezed again and I could see Bull's mouth form into a sneer.
"If you like that, babe, then you're gonna love these."
He lifted his T-shirt over his head, lodging it behind his neck so that his
chest and abdomen were shown off to great effect. I had to bite my tongue to
stop myself from gasping.
"That's it, baby. Have a good feel, store up those sensations so next time
your piss weak shit of a lover is fucking his teeny weenie in that nasty
little ass of yours." To emphasize his point, Bull squeezed Carlos's butt
making my boyfriend squeal. "Good little faggot fuck pig. I'll let you dream
it's this body pressing against you."
Bull ran Carlos's hand across his hairy pecs, and then down over his
chiseled abs. Carlos was having problems controlling his breathing. The
bully took his hand off Carlos's just as it reached the waist band of his
slung-too-low gym shorts so my boyfriend was free to move it any which way
he desired. There was a tense stand-off. The atmosphere in the elevator was
ripe with testosterone. Sure, I could have wrenched Carlos's hand away from
the skinhead's body but I was rather intrigued what he would do next.


Tuesday, July 17, 2012


TomCats 2

AVAILABLE: Saturday, July 21st
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 28th.

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

Can a vacation fling turn into a real romance? 

TomCats is the hottest gay resort in Key West and the perfect place for Andrew Long to forget his cheating ex-boyfriend.
Sexy tomcat Lyon Nash enjoys his life running the resort he owns with a group of cat-shifters. He's not looking for a mate, but the shy, uptight Andrew ignites a spark that his cat can't ignore.
Captain Jack, the cruise director, is also attracted to Andrew, and he bets Lyon that he can seduce the new guest first.
Lyon puts his Theorem of Seduction to the test and wins the bet. Things heat up between him and Andrew. They have a magical, mutual connection, but their relationship goes south when Andrew finds out about the bet. Once again he's been humiliated and he flies back to New York. At least he's bringing back the stray cat he adopted, but can the feline help him forget the charming cad he left behind?

Available at Bookstrand:

Story Excerpt

Andrew stood at the entrance and scanned the room for the sandy-haired man, but he didn’t see him. Maybe he should just go back to his cottage. He could sit on the veranda and read by the porch light. It would be so much easier than standing around like a kid in a candy store with no money. If he was honest with himself, he sucked at this kind of scene. Navigating through a crowded bar and trying to look like he belonged was something he’d never been good at. Always looking for potential landmines, he could never relax and just have a good time. If he had a drink in his hand, he’d worry about spilling it and giving someone an alcohol bath. Of course that was provided he could even get a drink. First he’d have to shove his way to the bar and try to catch the bartender’s attention over the heads of the more aggressive, intoxicated patrons.

Interfacing with his computer and books he could do. Mingling with other humans baffled him. Face it, Andrew. You will never be the life of a party. He sighed and turned on his heel, ready to make a quick exit before anyone even knew he’d been there. Too late. A stream of men poured through the door, and Andrew found himself swept along with crowd. It seemed like fate wanted him to stay. What the hell, he could use a drink.

A wall of bodies bumped him from behind, pushing him firmly against the bar. There was nowhere to go, and he ended up standing between two occupied stools. Forget any concept of personal space. The man on his left looked him up and down and introduced himself. “First time in Key West?”

“Does it show?” Andrew said, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music.

“Nothing shows, that’s the problem.” His new friend, dressed in blue spandex shorts, grinned at him.

“What did I get myself into?” Andrew muttered half to himself.

“The land of free spirits.” The man on his right laughed. “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”

Happy Reading

Gale Stanley

Monday, July 16, 2012

Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty by Stormy Glenn

Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (MM)
Tasty Teasers

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, July 17th
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, light consensual BDSM, HEA]
Dusty has all of the grace of a bull in a china shop. He can trip over air, and has the scrapes and scratches to prove it. Meeting Alexander Sheffield goes just about like everything else in his life. It's a total disaster.
But Alexander is captivated by Dangerous Dusty, so much, in fact, that he hires the man to be his personal assistant, even if it’s just so he can keep Dusty from hurting himself. Dusty just needs a little direction in his life, some order, and Alexander is just the man to give it to him. Now, if he can just keep Dusty alive long enough, because if the accident-prone man doesn't hurt himself, Alexander has plans for him, ones that will make Dusty his forever.

“Watch where you’re going, jackass!”
Dusty wiped the sweat from his forehead as he raced through the city streets on his bicycle. He ignored the angry shouts and the belligerent man. He was a courier and he had a package to deliver. Come rain, sleet, hail, or the hot ass blazing sun that was melting his brain, Michelson Inc. was going to get this dang envelope.
He wheeled through the heavy traffic and was nearly clipped on the back tire by a cabby as he rounded the corner.
“I’ll sue you if I hit you!” the cabby yelled as his fist pumped in the air.
“You have to catch me first, you—” Dusty screeched as he ran into a newspaper stand, taking a dive, and landing on his side.
Fuck, that hurt.
“Are you okay?” a man asked as he walked by, but didn’t stop.
Dusty groaned and then rolled to his feet, dusting his pants off. He grimaced as he noticed that he had scrapped the palms of his hands, and scratched up a few knuckles. Thank the gods he wore a helmet—although the thing sported more scraps and dings than a race car—knees pads, and elbow pads.
He walked over to his bike, inspected the wheels, and was relieved that it didn’t have any serious damage. Buying a new bike would totally suck. He had gone through three already this year.
And it was only May.
Hopping back onto his bike, Dusty started down the sidewalk, racing toward his destination. He was on a time crunch and he needed to get this envelope to its owner.
“Get off of the damn sidewalk, you moron!”
Dusty hopped the curb, steered around Adam’s Avenue, and was one happy camper when he saw the large and looming building ahead. The investment building was made mostly of glass, had a large front courtyard so Dusty had somewhere to park his bike, and a directory which was easy to follow.
It wasn’t his first time delivering to the firm, though.
Dusty tried to pull his leg over the bike, and ride the one peddle like he had seen the other courier’s do until he reached his destination and then simply hop off of the peddle, but it didn’t work out exactly as he wanted it to.
It never did.
But he kept on trying anyway.
Dusty’s pant leg became caught on the other peddle, and he soon found himself lying on the ground, his bike smack dab on top of him, the back wheel still rolling.
Fuck, that hurt.
Dusty's eyes snapped up at the stern tone he heard in Alexander's voice. He just couldn't not look at the man. His voice was so commanding that it sent shivers of delight right down Dusty's body to the very bottoms of his feet.
"Yes, sir?" he whispered.
"Bend forward and let me look at your head."
Despite his protest of a moment ago, Dusty found himself bending forward. He winced when Alexander's fingers probed the tender bump on the back of his head. It wasn't the first bump he had received and no doubt, it would not be the last.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. There's no bleeding, just a bump," Alexander said. "I think an ice pack should do the trick."
"Thank you, sir." Dusty felt Alexander's hand under his chin, lifting his face up. He hesitantly raised his eyes to meet Alexander's. Wow, he was so close. Dusty could feel Alexander's breath brush over his cheeks.
"You can thank me by being more careful, Dusty."
"I don't mean for these things to happen, sir," Dusty explained, feeling somewhat desperate. "They just do. No matter how careful I am, they just happen."
"I want you to do something for me, Dusty."
"Anything, sir."
"Close your eyes."
Dusty frowned for a moment and then slowly lowered his eyelids. He didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't the feeling of Alexander's lips pressing against his. Dusty inhaled sharply and jerked back, his eyes snapping open.
"Close your eyes, Dusty."
Dusty's eyes felt like they were so wide that he wouldn't be able to close them. But he tried, slowly lowering them again. He waited, hoping, praying, and crossing his fingers and his toes.
And there it was.
Dusty groaned loudly when he felt the gentle swipe of Alexander's tongue lick at the seam of his lips.
Hot doggies! Alexander Sheffield, the sexiest man ever to live, was kissing him. Dusty eagerly opened his mouth when he felt Alexander's tongue press against his lips as if asking for acceptance. He'd accept anything the man did to him.
With bells on.
Dusty's body began to shake when Alexander's mouth slanted over him and the man's tongue delved inside Dusty's mouth, exploring, conquering. Oh, purple twinkies, could that man kiss. Dusty curled his toes when he felt Alexander's hand fist in his hair.
Dusty's body ached, from the top of his head to his toes. He felt like he was one big orgasm waiting to happen. His cock was threatening to break through the seam of his jeans and erupt if the kiss continued too much longer. No one had ever kissed Dusty like this.
When Dusty felt Alexander's hand press against his hard cock through his jeans, that was all she wrote. Dusty cried out and arched into the air, pressing his cock more firmly against Alexander's hand and gave freedom to the pleasure sweeping through him.
He'd be embarrassed that he had come from just a kiss later. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Alexander squeezing his cock over and over again as if the man was trying to prolong Dusty's orgasm.