Thursday, December 25, 2014


Blaecleah Brothers 7
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Life has settled down for each of the Blaecleahs. They’ve all found their legends and are living a life filled with love and happiness. But anything worth having is worth fighting for and not even the luck of the Irish can keep the Blaecleahs from having to fight to keep what they have when the past comes back to haunt them all.
In order to save Ma and Da, they may have to decide who they want to keep in their family, and who they don’t before that choice is taken away from them by someone they never expected.
When violence threatens them, aid comes from an unusual source but will it be enough to keep the Blaecleahs in Cade Creek or will the life they have built for themselves disappear before their eyes?

A Christmas wish…
May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.
~ Irish Proverb ~

“That’s the last of them.”
Alani Blaecleah turned to see her husband setting another green rubber tub down on the hardwood floor of the living room. She chuckled softly when Da grunted and rubbed his lower back with his hands as he stood.
“You’ll live, old man.”
“Not if I keep lugging your holiday boxes around, I won’t.”
Miffed, Ma planted her hands on her hips and sent her husband her best don’t make fun of me glare. “Now, you know it wouldn’t be Christmas without all my decorations, Donnell Blaecleah.”
“Woman, I’ve been married to you for almost forty years. You could make Christmas happen with a shoebox and a ball of twine, and have.” Da waved his hands toward the stack of tubs that held all of the Christmas decorations Ma had collected over the years. “You don’t need all this fancy stuff to make a holiday.”
Ma smiled despite Da’s flustering. “They hold our memories.” She reached into the small box in front of her and pulled out a folded piece of faded paper. Ma set it on the table and smoothed it open with care. There was a lace doily snuggled inside the paper. “You gave me this on our first Christmas together,” she said as she held the small piece of lace lovingly in her hands.
It was one of her most prized possessions.
“I remember.” Da’s soft chuckle was as warm and light as summer’s breeze. “We had nothing that year, barely a roof over our heads or potatoes in the root cellar.”
“And yet you found a way to buy this for me.” Ma still remembered how blessed she had felt when Da gave her the small piece of white lace interwoven with intricate purple flowers. The small piece of fabric was so delicate she often worried it would just disintegrate if she breathed on it too hard, but it had held up for decades.
“Lachlan was still in diapers and Neason was just a couple of weeks old. We put every spare penny into making their Christmas special and yet you made mine even better.”
Ma felt tears prickle her eyes when weathered but strong hands settled on her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. The warm body of the man that had stood by her side for so many years pressed gently into her back.
“It’s just an old piece of cloth, woman.” There was a suspicious sheen in Da’s pale-green eyes as he turned Ma and wiped his thumbs over her wrinkled cheeks right under her eyelashes. “Didn’t cost me more than a couple of hours chopping wood for old man Walker.”
“That man had two sons that could have chopped wood for him.” Ma pointed a finger at Da, not in an angry manner, but just to make her point. Her Donnell had a soft spot whether he wanted to admit it or not. “He didn’t need you to do it.”
“No, maybe not.” Da’s smile was a beautiful as a sunrise. His eyes twinkled and were so full of love and affection that Ma felt like she could drown in them. “But he also had a wife. He knew exactly why I needed to earn a little extra money.”
When Donnell looked at her with that twinkle in his green eyes, Ma felt like her husband’s universe. He had been looking at her like that for nearly forty years. It had been the main deciding factor in her giving up a life of luxury back in Ireland and coming to the new world with barely a penny to their name.
“No one looks at me the way you do, Donnell Blaecleah.” Ma’s voice hitched, emotion tightening her throat. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do.”
Da let out a bark of rich laughter, a joyous sound that Ma had grown to adore over the years. “I fought the whole of Ireland to have you, Alani, me love. I would be very upset if someone else thought they could take you away from me.”
Ma closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against Da’s solid chest, savoring the moment for what it was—a slice of time when everything in her world was perfect. Her soul mate held her in his arms, her sons were happy with their own partners, and the next generation was alive and well and adored by everyone.
A shiver of awareness slid through Ma when Da’s fingers threaded through her graying hair. She was grateful that Da was one of those men not afraid to show his affections. She, as well as all of their sons, knew that Da loved them, in word and in deed.
“Do you miss Ireland, Alani?” The words were whispered almost as if Da was afraid of the answer although he had asked the same question a hundred times over the years. Ma always gave the same answer.
Maybe this time, she should tell him the honest truth.
“I miss my ma, Donnell. I always do around this time of year. Christmas was her favorite holiday. I miss watching her decorate the house, the smells that filled every room, the food, the sense of something bigger than us that seemed to take a hold of everyone.”
Ma tilted her head back so that she could look up into the pale-green eyes she had fallen for as a young girl of barely nineteen. “What I don’t miss is the way my father tried to run my life, to dictate my every move, right down to who I was to marry. I don’t miss feeling like I was a disappointment because I failed at something my father believed I should have mastered just because of the family I was born into. I don’t miss feeling like anything I did was never good enough or that everyone in my family felt they were better than everyone else because we had money and a family name that went back centuries.”
Ma drew in a quick breath so that she could continue before Da said anything. “The Blaecleah name is an old and proud one, just as old and proud as my maiden name. But I’d much rather be a Blaecleah than the name I was born with.”
The beginnings of a small smile curved up one corner of Ma’s lips as she smoothed her hands down Da’s chest. “There are things that I miss, Donnell, but I think the question you need to ask is if I regret coming to America with you and the answer is a resounding no. It will always be no. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made, one I have never regretted.”
As his thumb gently traced Alani’s lip, Da smiled that sweet gentle smile he gave her when it was just the two of them. “You are the one good thing that has happened to me in my life.”
Ma cocked an eyebrow. “What about your sons?”
“Without you, I would have no sons.”
Ma chuckled lightly. “Touché.”
“Because of you, I have six beautiful sons, all of whom have found that one person meant just for them.” Da’s head cocked to one side, a funny little smile on his face. “Well, except for Seamus. He found two people. But the point is—”
“The point is that we are lucky.”
Da chuckled. “We are Irish, Alani. We’re genetically predisposed to be lucky.”

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
~ Irish Blessing ~

“Harder!” Lachlan squeezed his eyes shut as he dug his fingers into the sheets. He spread his knees and tilted his ass up even further into the air, needing the pounding Asa was giving his ass. No one fucked like his Asa. The man gave new meaning to the term ecstasy. No matter what Lachlan had asked for over the years, Asa provided it.
“So tight, Lany,” Asa groaned, the deep needy sound music to Lachlan’s ears.
Lachlan spread his legs farther apart as he rocked his ass back and up, wanting Asa to fuck him until he was unconscious. Lachlan’s fingers curled into the sheets as Asa hammered into him. It was raw, fast, and made Lachlan’s head swoon. He keened and mewled, begging his lover to take him harder.
Asa didn’t disappoint.
He moved faster and faster with each deep thrust, achingly deeper. Fingers dug into Lachlan’s hips as Asa switched his position, tagging Lachlan’s prostate on every damn stroke. Lachlan’s body tingled and buzzed, his heart beating faster as he felt an all-too-familiar tingling shoot up his spine.
Lachlan was getting close. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body. He knew he only had mere moments before he flew over the edge with abandon. His cries and whimpers filled the room, overshadowing their heaving panting. The harder Asa rammed into Lachlan, the louder his cries became. Sweat dripped down both of their bodies, the sounds of their flesh slapping together, mingling with their groans of pleasure.
“Harder, damn it,” Lachlan growled. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He arched his body toward Asa as his orgasm roared up his spine and down to his groin, and then his cock exploded, wetting the bed with his seed. Lachlan cried out, his entire body throbbing with his release.
“Lachlan!” Asa shouted as he slammed into Lachlan’s ass, his fingers digging in so deeply that Lachlan knew he was going to have bruises.
Lachlan felt a series of short thrusts and one long one where Asa drove up into his ass and stayed there. Hot liquid filled his ass, each powerful spurt shooting against his sweet spot, making Lachlan’s vision dim as even more pleasure continued to weave its way through his body.
He rocked back and forth, bathing in the release that had had him hazy and sated. Little tremors rocked through him, prolonging his pleasure until Lachlan thought he was going to pass out.
He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the bed, unable to do anything but breathe, and even that was taking effort. He smiled weakly when he felt Asa plant a small kiss on his temple.
“Thank you, babe.”
Lachlan opened his eyes and grinned up at the man that had become his husband just a few years earlier. He leaned up and brushed a small kiss across Asa’s lips. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he replied, “My pleasure.”
Asa chuckled as he slid from Lachlan’s body and rolled to the side of the bed. He quickly went to the bathroom and then came back a moment later with a washrag to clean Lachlan up. After chucking the washcloth back into the bathroom, Asa sat on the side of the bed and reached down to thread his fingers with Lachlan’s.
“We need to get up, babe,” Asa said. “Da is waiting for us to help him with the cattle.”
Lachlan groaned and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. He could lie all day in bed with his husband—and he wanted to. “Don’t wanna.”
“You’ve tried that excuse before and we ended up with a wet mattress after Da took the hose to you. I’d really prefer to keep this one dry.”
Lachlan smiled into his pillow and the smile grew wider when Asa’s hand came down on his ass. Lachlan pushed up, silently begging for more. He would never get enough of the gorgeous man. He loved having Asa’s hands anywhere on his body.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Jake's Thief by A.C. Katt

What happens when a desperate man tries to pick a Dominant's pocket?

Jake Cohen is lonely; he wants a submissive of his own now that his friends all have someone to take care of. He's so desperate he's going to ask the Sub Club for help. Until the worst pickpocket ever bumps into him one night.
Davey just doesn't have it in him to be a good pickpocket but he's desperate. Luckily, he tries his skills on Jake. When Jake hears Davey's story he's inclined not only to help him but Jake thinks Davey is just what he needs both in his professional and personal life.
Can two desperate men that are looking for the same thing overcome their pride, fears and give in to their wants?

Jake's Thief is the last book in the Indiscreet series and is due out from MLR Press, All-Romance, Barnes and Noble and on January 16.

logo   Mary Lynn Hansel , Writing as AC Katt |


Sunday, November 30, 2014

Heart-mate, MINE by N.J. Nielsen

Two lives--One destiny. When fate decides two people belong together, nothing can stand in its way. Liam Kantry and Carlo Bruenelli find themselves caught up in the madness of Christmas and taking care of a child as they discover the meaning of being true heart-mates.

Liam Kantry wants to be with the man he has loved his whole life, yet incessant gossip and innuendos have labelled him the pack whore—a point he has never disputed. Now the rumours have come back to bite him in the arse.

Carlo Bruenelli is waiting for his heart-mate; he's one of the pack who truly believes they really do exist. In his heart he wants it to be his best friend, only problem is he knows Liam doesn't believe in heart-mates. What will it take to change Liam's mind? And should he even try?

Christmas is drawing near, and between snowball fights and the inter-pack gathering, Liam and Carlo find themselves caught up in the excitement and obsessing over what their future holds. Especially when a small child forms a bond with them. They learn there is more out there than they ever dreamt was possible.

Can Liam and Carlo work around the newness of their own mating to protect someone who needs it most?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This work is a significantly expanded (almost tripled in length), re-edited re-release title.

Everyone had a fear, and Carlo's was probably no different to anyone else's. His fear involved running into the love of his life, Liam Kantry, and being ignored completely. Liam often starred in Carlo's nightly dreams of who his heart-mate should look like, yet sadly Liam only ever looked at him like an annoying, dorky, younger brother--a brother you didn't want hanging around all the time. Usually, it was hard to avoid him since they belonged to the same pack. Thoughts like these had been plaguing him for the last month or so leading up to this special week.

The Moon Runner Pack had been chosen to host the inter-pack meet-and-greet on their lands where guests from other packs would be coming in hope of finding a mate. Most people didn't believe in heart-mates. Carlo was truly one of the few in the pack who actually believed heart-mates existed. Somewhere out there's the perfect person looking for me. A tingle of excitement surged through him at the mere possibility of it being true. I'm twenty-one. I'm finally old enough to attend the party. Let's hope he's here and just as eager to meet me. Wish it could be Liam, but wouldn't we have known by now if we were? Hopefully Christmas Day I'll have pushed aside my crush on Liam Kantry and I'll know whether or not my heart-mate is out there searching for me as well—that is, if he even comes to the gathering. My luck, he won't even bother turning up.

Man, he hoped he was wrong and his heart-mate existed in the here and now, waiting to meet him as well. Never once had he doubted that his future mate would be a male. Fate wouldn't be so cruel to pair him with a woman he could never really love. Being mated to a female wouldn't be fair to either of them. If it came down to his mate being someone who wasn't male, he'd simply explain everything to her and let her find someone else she could be happy with. Carlo had even heard that this year there were packs coming to attend from even farther afield than usual. This gathering also became the time new alliances were made between packs, where packs could ask another for help in any way. Bloodshed was frowned upon at these gatherings, but sometimes it became unavoidable—or so he'd been told.

The alpha had asked him, because it was his first time, to become involved this year by being seen at the meeting hall, not hiding away from the pack like he usually did. Apparently all members of the pack who had come of age and were eligible to attend were asked to help out. So here he was now, wet as all get-go—because he'd only moments before slipped and landed in a puddle as he tried to dodge a car on the street outside the hall. Dripping wet, he grumbled as he walked through the falling snow toward the last place he wanted to be—the pack town hall. Carlo hoped to avoid everything until the starting ceremony itself, but Darian and the alpha had nixed that thought early on. The plain truth was he didn't want to have to be anywhere he'd have to bear witness to Liam flirting with other people. Carlo was a coward, and he knew it. He wasn't disputing the fact at all. As he neared the building, the noise coming from within sounded muted, but still loud in a raucous kind of way.

Carlo waved to a couple leaving the crowded room as he entered. He didn't know them, but he thought it would be a polite and friendly gesture to the wolves who'd be arriving to stay with the Moon Runner pack over the next few days. He didn't even complain much when Sally Anne Meyers, the alpha's younger sister, made him strip out of his outer layers before she allowed him to step foot inside the door.

She'd joked, "If you were smarter, you'd strip in time to the music and make yourself a little money on the side." Her laughter sounded light, and Carlo knew she wasn't being mean. Being twenty-one herself, she probably also found herself being forced to be sociable. Unlike him, Sally Anne actually liked being the centre of attention, especially if it garnered the interest of a certain pack member. According to Marcus, the pack gossip, Sally Anne had set her sights on Wade Michelson this year. She'd chosen him as her mate and she'd do anything to get what she wanted.

"The only problem is they'd make me pay the money back with interest once they saw me naked," he replied, snickering before he handed her the wet clothes.

"Go sit by the fire and I'll call your mum to bring you some dry clothes. We wouldn't want all your lovely bits and pieces to fall off, now would we?"

What the fuck? Is she flirting with me? "Are you trying to get my arse beat? If you keep that talk up, you'll make Wade crazy jealous and he'll come after me."

"Hah! That big galoot wouldn't know which end faced up if someone didn't tell him." There seemed to be no heat in her words.

"I thought you were determined to be his mate?" Carlo asked, curious as he saw the glint of something in her eye.

She waved him away. "He's mine. He just doesn't know it yet. His days of sleeping around are over." She sniffed haughtily then burst out laughing. "Go on. Go warm up and I'll get you some dry clothes. I saw Liam in here earlier--not sure if he's still here though."

He gave her one last smile before he did as told. "Thank you." He wasn't sure if he thanked her for calling his mum or for letting him know Liam Kantry sat in the hall talking with friends.

The sounds of carols playing through the speakers, combined with happy laughter ringing out were enough to get even the most miserable person into the Christmas spirit. The interior walls had been transformed from their usual drab wooden bareness to having an array of colours splashed across them. The effect was kind of stunning. Whoever had decorated this year had taste.

With all the festivities going on around him, Carlo couldn't have stopped smiling even if he'd wanted to. He actually loved this time of year--always had. The fact remained he loved everything about Christmas, from the addictive aroma of the baked goods to the scent of the pine trees filling the air, but most of all he loved the feeling of family and everyone being together.

His love of everything Christmas started the year his father gave him his very own sled. That year he'd met Liam Kantry for the first time. He'd also met Liam's brothers Marcus and Theo. They'd taken turns sharing his sled while riding down the hills out on the back of the pack lands. The day seemed to rush by, none of them coming in until August Kantry, the boys' father, had come looking for them. On the way home, he'd given them all a lecture on what were safe and unsafe times to stay out playing when their parents were sitting at home and waiting for them.

Christmas was just around the corner and his family was getting ready to celebrate in style. His mother was known by many as a baking fiend when it came to roasts, but no one in the pack came even close to beating Mary Kantry when it came to baking Christmas goodies. She had become a legend among the pack, especially for her Christmas bread. Hell, even just the thought of it had Carlo's mouth watering. His thoughts came back to the present when he heard an all too familiar voice. Oh great, so Liam really is still here—yippee... not!

Author Bio
NJ needs to write like she needs to breathe. It’s an addiction that she never intends to find a cure for. When you don’t find NJ arguing with Vlad, her muse or writing about the wonderful men in her stories, you’ll find her reading work by other authors she greatly admires. NJ lives in the SE of Qld, Australia with her family who all encourage her writing career even if she does occasionally call them by her character’s names. NJ thinks that anyone taking the time to read her stuff is totally awesome.

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A Matter of Trust by A.C. Katt; Free on 12.15.14; ONLY AT MLRPRESS.COM

On December 13th MLR will start their twelve days of Christmas giveaway. Free book will be given away from December 13th until the twenty-fourth.

MLR Press is giving away for free A Matter of Trust the first in the series of Indiscrett Novels. The giveaway is on December 15th from 12:01 am to 11:59 pm at the only.

A Matter of Trust by AC Katt


Donald K. Drummond is the Master of all he surveys; a legend in commercial real estate
in New Jersey by day and by night a Master Dom at the gay BDSM club, Indiscrete. What he couldn't find was a boy to call his own. That all changed when a nerd with taped glasses and worn Dockers barged into his office spilling his bottle of 1985 Bourdeau over his priceless Persian carpet. Brian Murphy came with a host of troubles, the least of which was his grasping Aunt, his invalid mother and his rather tenious position in Donald's mail room.  Can a Dom with issues of his own come to train and trust a needy boy from his own mailroom. It's all A Matter of Trust.


logo   Mary Lynn Hansel , Writing as AC Katt |

Brooklyn Bound by Jenna Byrnes

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General Release Jan 2
Tucker and Gabe discover they’re soulmates. If only they can get Gabe’s wife Brooklyn to admit her own true desires.
Tucker Gleason is a junior partner in the prestigious law firm of Dryer, Stokes and Associates. His career is going well—he’s on track to make full partner, having won more cases than any other lawyer in the firm. His love life is another matter. On his own for too long, he gets a much needed jolt when he meets one of the owners of the construction company hired to build the new law firm offices.
Gabe Conner is a happily married man, until he meets Tucker and is reminded of the hot gay relationship he experienced in college. Thinking it was just youthful experimentation, he never mentioned it to his wife. But now that he’s met Tucker and the two men are so drawn to each other, he has no choice but to bring it up.
Brooklyn Conner isn’t as shocked to learn her husband has gay tendencies as she is to find out he’s interested in one of her bosses. She’s a paralegal at Dryer and Stokes, and worries about losing not only her husband but also her job if things fall through with the sexy junior partner. She can’t resist their advances when they both join forces to seduce her, and quickly decides she doesn’t need to. Sex with two men is hot. Until Tucker’s true appetite is revealed, and Brook’s vanilla world is turned upside down.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of M/M intimacy and ménage in a polyamorous relationship between two men and a woman.
Publisher's Note: The stories in this series are linked solely by theme and can be read in any order. This book can be read as a standalone title.

Excerpt from Brooklyn Bound by Jenna Byrnes

He inhaled. The man had given him an opening. Should he use it, or ignore and focus on the job at hand? As much as he knew he needed to ignore the feelings in his gut, that was the last thing Gabe wanted to do. He looked at Tucker. “I’m not feeling that laid-back right now. I’m, uh, feeling something else. I get the sense you’re feeling it, too.”
The lawyer’s eyes widened. “Are you freaking kidding me? I felt it the first time I set eyes on you. I’ve been trying to convince myself not to act on it, what with you being married and all. Not that I could tell by looking at your left ring finger.”
Gabe glanced down. He had a wedding ring, but didn’t wear it to work. “Yeah, that’s an issue for sure. How about you, Tucker? Is there anyone special in your life?”
“There hasn’t been for about a year, now. Just me, myself and my hand.”
Gabe grinned, then grew serious. “Brook means everything to me. I could never do anything behind her back, or take a chance on losing her.”
“I figured.” Tucker took a step closer to him. “But you’re thinking about it, right?”
Gabe’s gaze went from the man’s eyes to his soft, pink lips, then back again. “I haven’t thought about much else, damn it!”
Tucker leaned in so they were almost touching.
He held up his hands. “I’m sweaty already.”
“I know, and it’s turning me on like crazy.” The lawyer reached for his hands and moved them down to his sides. He cupped Gabe’s neck and drew him in for a gentle kiss.
Gabe’s eyes rolled back in his head before they closed. The rough scrape of Tucker’s face against his had his cock springing to attention. The musky scent of masculine cologne filled his nostrils and he thought for a second that he’d died and gone to heaven. He’d missed this. He loved Brook like no man had ever loved a woman, but by God, he needed this. Sighing, he opened his mouth and moaned when Tucker’s tongue batted his.
Forgetting his sweat-slicked skin, he grasped Tucker’s waist and slid his hands beneath the suit coat to clasp his ass. They had matching hard-ons, and pressing them together made both men groan.
Neither seemed to want the kiss to end, but Gabe finally had to breathe. He pulled back and they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Want you,” Tucker mumbled, gaze filled with lust.
Need you,” he replied, then shook his head. “But I can’t do that to my wife. I love Brook, and I pledged her loyalty in our vows.”
Tucker smiled. “Bring her along.”
Jenna Byrnes
Page Scorching Erotic Romance


Saturday, November 22, 2014

FOREVER AND A DAY by Stormy Glenn

Wolf Creek Pack 11
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Samuel Erickson, a human and former blood slave, hates vampires with a vengeance.  He doesn’t trust a single blood sucker, except for maybe Sully, the vampire that saved him. But trusting someone and giving in to the desire that burns within every time he’s around the handsome vampire are two distinctly different things. When their lives are threatened and they have to fight side by side just to stay alive, the hatred Samuel harbors seems less important.
Sully Buckley, a vampire, despises humans just as much as Samuel hates vampires. Nothing good could ever come of their association. Sully has been telling himself this since he first set eyes on the frightened human. To his dismay, he was finding it harder to remember those reasons the more time he spent with Samuel.
Despite the issues between them, nothing can prevent Sully from running to the rescue when they are attacked by soldiers sent by Samuel’s father. When betrayal comes from within their ranks, Sully knows he has to put aside his hatred and fight for his mate or lose him forever, and he desperately wants forever and a day.
Samuel Erickson glanced up when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He wasn’t surprised when the door opened a moment later, even if he didn’t invite anyone in, and Sully walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Sully looked over at him for a moment then stepped over to the wall next to the door and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
Samuel could almost predict what the vampire would do. Sullivan Buckley had been coming into his room almost every night for nearly three months. The only time he didn’t show was when he was on a mission for his prince—another vampire.
Sully would search the room until he saw Samuel and then slide down the wall to sit on the floor next to the door. He usually brought a book or something to read, sometimes his Ipad.
Sully stopped trying to get Samuel to talk after the first week.
Samuel still couldn’t figure out why the vampire continued to come every night when he knew Samuel hated vampires. He loathed them. Every damn last one of them needed to be staked through the heart, slowly. Several times. Then maybe burned at the stake or drawn and quartered.
Well, maybe not all of them, but most of them. His brother Danny was mated to a vampire. Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle seemed somewhat okay. He made Danny happy and kept him safe. Samuel was grateful for that. The danger they were in on a daily basis from their psychotic monster of a father never seemed to lesson.
Maybe that was why Sully visited every night.
“Why are you here?” Samuel needed to know. He was no longer afraid of Sully, for the most part anyway. He still got a little nervous around the vampire. Despite the fact that Sully had rescued him from a life of hell as a blood slave and never made a single threatening move toward him, the man was still a vampire. He still drank blood to survive. Having been a blood slave for several months, Samuel could honestly say that it was something he never wanted to experience again in his life.
Sully’s eyebrows were raised as if the man was shocked to hear Sully speak. “You sleep better when I’m here.”
Well, that much was true. Samuel woke up screaming in the night if Sully wasn’t there. When Samuel had been a blood slave, the nighttime had been made of nightmares even when he was awake. That was when the vampires would come for him, after the sun set.
Samuel didn’t remember any of his nightmares, and for that he was thankful. But he knew they were bad. He woke screaming in a cold sweat. It took hours to calm down and feel like his heart wasn’t going to jump out of his chest.
Sully’s presence made him feel like he could breathe.
“Did you feed today?”
Sully’s dark eyebrow went up, just one of them. “You know I did.”
Samuel reached down and rubbed his stomach when it clenched. He tried to understand that vampires needed blood to survive but he just didn’t understand it. It was gross and terrible and humiliating.
Everyone tried to convince Samuel that it wasn’t a horrible act, that they weren’t forcing some poor soul to bleed for them. Samuel didn’t believe a word of it. He had seen how vampires fed. He had experienced the excruciating pain involved with being a blood slave. No one was going to convince him that it didn’t hurt or make him wish he was dead. Not even the vampire that chased his nightmares away.
“Is he alive?”
Sully’s dark eyes rolled, a smirk twisting his lips. “She is fine.”
Samuels gut tightened as Sully’s words scraped over his skin like a razorblade. He knew enough from eavesdropping on conversations and the things Sully said to know the man was straight as they came. He even preferred his blood donors to be female.
Samuel turned back toward the window. His thoughts were jumbled, sporadic. He was having a hard time pulling one together enough to have a complete thought. It shouldn’t have bothered him that Sully was straight, and yet it did. The man was a vampire. Despite what Danny said, Samuel knew nothing could ever come of the draw he felt toward Sully.
Hell, Samuel didn’t even know what the draw was. Just that it was there. His heart always beat a little faster until he saw Sully, his stomach knotting until the vampire was in the room with him. He felt…something when Sully was around. Safe, and yet afraid at the very same time.
His feelings toward Sully were confusing. He anticipated the vampire’s arrival in his room like the coming of the sun. And yet, the only way he could truly think of Sully was by not thinking of him as vampire. He didn’t really think of Sully as human, either. It was readily apparent to anyone looking at the physically imposing man that he wasn’t human. There was something feral about him, an uncivilized edge.
It was as attractive as it was terrifying.
Samuel’s entire body seized painfully as a series out loud pops sounded from somewhere outside of his room. The brash bangs were quickly followed by an earsplitting scream and several voices raised in volume.
Sully was on his feet and pulling the door open before Samuel barely got turned around. “Stay here!” Sully ordered as he hurried out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Samuel pulled the edges of his blanket up to his chin. The sounds of violence were growing louder, more dangerous. They were growing closer.
His heart pounding faster with each sound he heard, the fear building inside of him started to make his chest ache. Samuel jumped up and ran across the room, turning the lock on his door. It might not keep anyone out but it would slow them down some.
He hoped.
Samuel backed away from the door, watching the door handle intently. He wanted to know what was going on, and yet he didn’t. The fear of what might be happening was almost paralyzing. Samuel backed up until he hit the far wall, and then he wedged himself down into the spot between the dresser and the wall, trying to make the smallest possible target.
Samuel slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out when someone kicked at the door. Fear clogged his throat, blocking the air trying to escape in a blood curdling scream. Whoever was on the other side of the thick wood continued to kick at it until it splintered and the door crashed open.
For a brief moment, every horrible thing that had ever happened to him flashed before him. Samuel thought he was going to be sick.
Then the voice that was calling out for him took on a name and Sully’s face appeared before him. “Samuel, snap out of it,” Sully snarled as he grabbed Samuel by the arms and yanked him to his feet. “We need to go.”

“Damn it, Samuel.” It took all of Sully’s brute strength to keep Samuel from hitting him. He finally just wrestled the man against the hard stone all, pinning him there with his arms restrained behind him. “That is enough!”
“Get off me!” Samuel snapped.
“Not until you calm down.”
“Fuck you!” Samuel growled.
“Don’t temp me.”
Samuel froze. Not a muscle moved. If Sully didn’t smell the blood rushing through his veins or didn’t hear the man’s heart thundering in his chest, he might have thought Samuel was a mannequin.
“You don’t like men,” Samuel whispered. “You don’t even feed from them.”
Sully frowned as he released Samuel’s wrists and spun the man around. Samuel leaned back as if he needed the wall to help him stay standing. Sully wasn’t sure discussing his feeding habits with Samuel was such a good idea but he didn’t want the man to get the wrong idea about him either. For some reason, he wanted Samuel to think good things about him.
“I like men and women, Samuel, but I tend to lean toward men, which is why I usually choose women to feed from. Feeding can be very intimate and I don’t want to cross that line with someone that is just there to feed me.”
Sully’s eyes followed the movement of Samuel’s tongue as the man licked his lips. He knew he needed to keep his name in the game because this was a very serious conversation, but damn. That was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.
“I thought you chose women to feed from because you preferred women.”
“No.” Sully shook his head. “Many of my kind believe sex and feeding go hand in hand. I don’t. I believe it can, but only if both parties agree. I’ve seen too many vampires feed and go into a frenzy  where they didn’t even hear the word no let alone listen to it. I refuse to go there so I feed from women who, most of the time, don’t arouse me like men do.”
Samuel’s eyes narrowed to little slits of anger. “What men?” Almost as quickly as he had spoken the words, Samuel’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and he slapped a hand over his mouth. It was obvious he hadn’t meant to speak those words, but he had.
And Sully could no more have prevented the grin that spread over his lips than he could have stopped breathing. He moved a little closer, pressing his body against Samuel’s. “Does that bother you, Samuel, knowing I become aroused when feeding from other men?”
“No, of course not,” Samuel whispered but the emotion burning in his eyes said otherwise.
Sully inhaled sharply at the instant lust that filled him when the heady scent of Samuel’s arousal seeped into his skin, curling around his senses.
Samuel made Sully forget…everything.
Sully’s eyes locked onto Samuel’s tempting lips. They were made for kissing, for licking. They were made for him. Sully grabbed Samuel and slanted his mouth over his, trying his best to devour the man.
He wrapped his hand around the back of Samuel’s neck, curling his fingers in soft wavy curls, holding him close. Sully’s other hand slid up Samuel’s side, wrapping around him and pulling his body closer as he tilted his head for better access.
Samuel opened, allowing Sully’s tongue to do whatever the hell it wanted to. He explored the warm, wet cavern of Samuel’s mouth, luxuriating in Samuel’s sweet little moans.
Samuel’s hips cradled Sully’s thick cock. Arousal spiraled through Sully like a bullet ricocheting through a rubber room when he felt Samuel’s hard cock bush against his own.
Sully broke the kiss and inhaled the human’s enticing scent into his lungs. He unzipped the hoody and slid it off Samuel’s shoulders, followed by the weapon’s vest. Samuel didn’t need to be armed for what he had in mind.
He pushed Samuel’s shirt up to his armpits and ran his hand down the man’s slim chest. He let the warm pleasure of just being able to touch Samuel roll over him in waves as he began to trace patterns across Samuel’s stomach.
When he reached the waistline of Samuel’s jeans, he moved just a little lower and pressed the palm of his hand over Samuel’s erection. A course of lust shot through Sully’s groin when Samuel’s lips parted and a moan escaped his lips. Sully was fascinated by the sight, his dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
Hell, his cock was about to explode in his jeans.
“Sully,” Samuel groaned words Sully never thought to hear come out of the human. “I need, Sully.”
Sully tugged hard at the waistband of Samuel’s pants, and the buttons gave way. He pushed them down Samuel’s legs until the man could step out of them. With nothing beneath but skin, it was easy for Sully to cup Samuel’s cock, stroke him, make him want and need.
He slid Samuel’s shirt up farther, pulling it up and over Samuel’s head. Samuel raised his arms and allowed Sully to undress him. He tossed the shirt aside and then he ran his hands down Samuel’s chest, his thumbs playing at Samuel’s beautiful brown-hued nipples.
Sully’s fingers tightened, squeezing Samuel’s nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. Samuel bucked against him, pressing his chest harder into Sully’s hands. It was the most erotic thing Sully had ever seen.