Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Stealing Enchantments - Preternatural Rescue Centre by Ellen Cross

Stealing Enchantments - Preternatural Rescue Centre Book 7
    Shamus is small...really small, but being a leprechaun, that’s okay. What isn’t small about him though, is his magic. When his father disowns him from not only the family, but also his clan, Shamus knows the resulting upsurge in his magic will eventually burn him out. Instead of concentrating on finding a solution to his problem, his thoughts remain on the most irritating man he has ever met, Zee.
    Zee is a water sprite hiding a dark secret, one that led to the death of his only lover. He can’t let anyone in, can’t let anyone close—it isn’t safe. While he has been able to keep his distance from everyone so far, a redheaded leprechaun with a smart mouth and irresistibly shiny toys tests his resolve.
    Zee hates Shamus and delights in irritating him, but when the leprechaun goes missing, Zee is going to have to decide if he really hates Shamus after all, or if he is just lying to himself.


    Shamus was pissed. Actually, he had passed that point an hour ago and was steadily approaching the point of full-blown postal meltdown. Did the source of his anger seem to notice, or care? Nope! Zee, the water sprite the guardians had rescued a couple of weeks earlier, paraded himself around the buffet table without a care in the world, his plate full of fruits, salad, and oh hell no! Was that the last slice of Betty’s fudge brownie? Yep. The water sprite grinned at Shamus as he took a bite and moaned, closing his eyes as if on the verge of a climax from that one taste, before he turned and ignored Shamus once more.
    Dressed in board shorts that looked to be at least two sizes too big—so much so that they barely hung onto his hips—and showed off the dimples on either side of his lower back, Zee practically screamed take me now! Of course, he pretended not to notice the way the workers stared, yet Shamus just knew that nothing the sprite did was innocent. Zee had to know that the workers around him were practically salivating.
     Shamus growled as the guy pranced off, happily sitting with a bunch of other sprites and laughing. The group turned as one, giving Shamus the stink-eye and giggling even harder as they turned back. Honestly, the world wouldn’t miss one little sprite, would it? Make that a whole bunch. Hell, there might even be a reward in it. What he wouldn’t give to have a flashbang on hand.
    Shamus snatched up his own tray, stomping along the buffet table and growling louder the further along he went. The worst thing about the sprites was that they preferred the same vegan diet that he did. The containers for each of the dishes he would normally pick looked as though they had been licked clean. It left only meat options and the bread rolls to choose from, and there was only one of the rolls left, too. Shamus snatched up the sorry looking roll and sat it in the middle of his tray, sneering in the direction of the sprites as they started to fling food at each other from their overflowing trays. A blob of what looked to be vegetable lasagna landed on Shamus’s shoulder. He gave it a momentary glance before he glared back at the table of delinquents, they all seemed to hold their breath, stunned looks on their faces as they stared, before falling into a heap against each other and howling with laughter.
    Carefully holding the tray containing his pitiful lunch with one hand, Shamus flicked the mess off his leather duster, then had to dive to one side to avoid a baseball-sized ball of mashed potato, with what he could swear were corn and peas imbedded into it. The flying monstrosity looked like a green and gold snowball as it splattered the wall behind him, but that wasn’t the last straw that broke the camel’s back. It was the fact that his pitiful bread roll had gone flying off his tray, landing on the ground, and rolling into yet another pile of unrecognizable crap. He assumed it had at one time been coleslaw, but it looked like someone had chewed it and spat it out.
    Rage burned through Shamus. He glared at the chaos, turned and dumped his empty tray back down on the sideboard and stalked from the room. It had been this way all week, and his stomach growled painfully in protest of too many skipped meals. Hell, it was as if they never left the damn dining room, camped out and causing chaos every single time Shamus tried to sneak in to grab a bite to eat. It wasn’t as if he could just give in to his urge to use some of his toys on the little brats. He had promised Davis he would behave. The Delta rehab centre couldn’t be finished fast enough, as far as he was concerned. The sooner those troublemakers were on their way, the better!


Saturday, August 23, 2014

Scars on his Heart by Jaime Samms

Blurb: After a disastrous five years away at college, Joe returns to his aunt's farm and finds his childhood sweetheart Cameron eager to rekindle their relationship. Joe has a hard time confessing that he didn't come home until now because he's only just managed to leave Andre, his controlling boyfriend, and has a harder time renewing his submissive role in his affair with Cam. Cam thinks he has to find a way to remind Joe how to be strong. But what Cam doesn't realize is that Joe is strong, strong enough to leave behind a life of shame—though he's terrified his past will catch up to him. Joe must confront his ex and take back his own life, on his own terms, before he's able to give Cam everything they both desire.


Excerpt 1:
They sat and watched as the first few dances of the evening progressed. The bride was as beautiful as she should be, and Joe was more than grateful that Cam took Albert’s place for the duty of the father-bride dance. When it was over and Cam looked from the dance floor to Joe, still slouched in his seat just outside, Joe rose and stomped off into the darkening evening.

Strings of lights had been hung in the trees leading down to the pond, but the narrow path was deserted. The small clearing was ringed with citronella torches, and more lights led off from the far side. Between the trees, Joe could see the water glinting. The place seemed deserted. Just the way he liked it.

They had lucked out with the warmer-than-average weather. It was too early for mosquitoes, and just a bit past blackfly season. The music from the barn was only a faint sound in the distance, barely heard over the songs of the mating bullfrogs. More torches lined the water’s edge, throwing their flickering gold light out across the expanse.

An occasional splash sounded out beyond the reach of the light. In the near dark, the gurgle of the small creek that fed the pond seemed louder than Joe remembered. His boots dislodged the stones of the shore and they clacked together, a quiet counterpoint to the rest of nature’s music.

Joe bent to pick up a few of the smoother, flatter ones. He fitted one into the crook of his index finger and twisted his arm out and around. The stone sailed out over the water in a low arch. He lost sight of it in the darkness, but he heard it splash once. He tried another and a third, but each stone only hit the water with a plop and sank.

“Never were very good at that.” Cam’s voice drifted from the head of the path. He hadn’t ventured out onto the stones, so Joe hadn’t heard his approach. Still, his voice didn’t send a shockwave through Joe. It was as if he had expected the other man to come eventually.

“My dad tried to teach me. We used to come here all the time when I was a kid.”

“I remember.”

“You do?” Joe turned to watch Cam saunter across the beach.

Cam’s broad shoulders filled out his suit nicely. He had his hands buried in his pockets, and the jacket was hitched up around them. His tie hung loose around his neck. Joe eyed that tie and a slow slide of want slithered through him.

“Course I do,” Cam said. “I’ve lived on this farm my whole life, remember?”

Joe nodded, because of course he knew that. And he remembered Cam from the years before he had come to live with Aunt Marie and Uncle Albert. Cam had been a farmhand by then. Well, he always had been a farmhand, but Joe had never paid any attention at that young age. It was only when he’d moved into the farmhouse after his parents’ deaths that he’d realized Cam was more than just a regular worker….

Very shortly after Joe had moved here, Cam had proven to be so much more. He’d quickly become Joe’s confidant. His best friend. A lot of things Joe didn’t understand until he began to understand Cam wasn’t the only boy who fascinated him. He was just the one who fascinated Joe the most.

“The lights out here are nice,” Cam said.

“Yeah. Katie thought of everything.”

“I thought more people would be out here enjoying it.”

Joe shrugged. “Dancing is still going strong. Give them time. They’ll start slipping away in pairs soon enough.”

“Hmm.” Cam nodded sagely.

They watched each other in silence for a while. Finally, Cam bent and scooped a few stones from the ground. He flung them, one after the other in quick succession, and they could be heard skipping across the water far into the dark.

“Yeah, well.” Joe kicked at the ground. “Never did get the hang of it.”

Tossing the rocks had brought Cam closer to the shore and closer to Joe. “We all have our different strengths.”

“Sure.” Joe watched as Cam tugged on the loose ends of his tie. The blood rushed in his veins at the thoughts of what Cam could do with that tie. It made his mouth water and his palms sweat. He swallowed that reaction down.

“I rushed you earlier,” Cam said softly.

Joe kept his gaze riveted on the fingers curled tight around the strip of silk.


Joe licked his lips.

“I’ve always been rushing you.”


“Oh?” Cam let go of one end of the tie and pulled it from his neck. He passed it to Joe. “You hang on to this. I can’t be trusted.”

Joe almost smiled. The thing was, Joe knew a lot of men who couldn’t—or shouldn’t have been—trusted. Cam was not on that list. It was Joe and his inability to say no that was the problem. He took the tie anyway.

As if it was some sort of cue, Joe suddenly found he could lift his gaze farther than Cam’s chest. He stared into his friend’s face and found a sweet, longing expression there. That was enough to break down something in Joe that had kept him at a distance.

He took a step, all that was needed to put him inside Cam’s personal space, and tilted his chin up. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t think he had to. A heartbeat later, Cam caressed Joe’s jaw with a touch both firm and gentle.

Cam bent his head. “Joe.”

“Shh.” Joe had to lift up onto his toes to reach. He pressed his lips to Cam’s and tilted his head slightly. It was as though Cam was holding his breath. Waiting. As though he was being extra cautious and still. As though he thought if he moved or breathed, Joe would bolt. Joe pressed forward, pushing his mouth over Cam’s, parting his lips and darting his tongue out to lick lightly.

“Kiss me, idiot,” Joe whispered against his lips. “Kiss me before I start to think again.”

Cam’s fingers grew resolute, traveling farther back to tangle in Joe’s hair. He pulled Joe to him and turned so their mouths slanted over each other and their lips locked. He took control of the hesitant kiss so fast Joe’s head spun.

Grabbing handfuls of Cam’s suit jacket was the only thing keeping Joe grounded. He moaned softly and pushed his tongue past Cam’s lips. The kiss went from tentative to true to tangled in a matter of seconds, and Joe knew if he let go, or if Cam did, he would be lost. He would bolt. He needed the contact, the feel of Cam holding on to him to be brave.

When Cam’s tongue swept into Joe’s mouth, it was over. His will evaporated, and he pressed his body against Cam. He would have burrowed right into him if he could. Cam’s arm went around his waist, and Joe groaned. He could feel Cam’s cock, as solid as his own, digging into his hip.

“I want to fuck you,” Cam growled against his mouth. “I want to lay you out and fuck you ’til I’m all you know, Joe.”

Joe moaned and attempted to crawl up Cam’s body.
“Oh God.” Cam tightened his grip in Joe’s hair, pulling painfully. “Come to bed.”

Joe would have agreed to spread out right there on the unyielding stones if Cam demanded it. He nodded even as Cam took another kiss, another breath, another bit of him. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Campus Craving by Whitley Gray

COMING August 25, 2014

Artistic Endeavor
When friends ask one-night stand connoisseur Michael Esteban to introduce college professor and virgin Cobey Miller to the joys of sex, Michael balks. Lust is his thing, not leading a twenty-five year old novice. But shy Cobey has problems meeting men, and their introduction fuels Michael’s decision to help Cobey become a gay-sex-loving guy. It’ll all be fun and games—unless someone falls in love.

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Artistic Endeavor excerpt
In the dimly lit bar, Michael drummed his fingers on the table. “Maybe you should have let me meet him somewhere without you two along as chaperones.”
Eli chuckled. “It took me a week to convince him to meet you. He’d never go for the blind date thing.”
“Well, he’s late. Sure he’ll show?”
“Relax.” Burke massaged Eli’s neck. “He’ll be here.”
Ordinarily Michael looked forward to sizing up a new man. In fact, he’d already taken stock of every guy in the room. If Cobey didn’t show, the bartender looked like a good prospect. Prolonged eye contact, a big grin, and a wink when serving Michael’s beer. Yep, good prospect. Someone new.
Of course, Cobey would be new. Too new. Michael sighed. How was he supposed to introduce himself? Hello. I’m the guy our mutual friends have asked to be your sex instructor. How’s it hangin’?  Yippee.
“There.” Eli nodded at the entrance. “Just coming in.”
For a moment it was too crowded to see much, but the herd of patrons parted. Michael licked his lips. Well, well, well. The picture hadn’t done Cobey justice. Nicely wide shoulders, narrow hips, hair a man could get a grip on. Dark eyes. A perfect mouth—full but not too full. How was it possible this gorgeous male specimen had never been intimate with another guy? And Michael had the opportunity to be the first one.
I can certainly sacrifice myself for the greater good by teaching him.

Put Me in a Book by AKM Miles


Brandon Reese isn't ugly, but he thinks he is. He knows he looks better now that he's lost over 200 pounds, but he can't get over feeling, well, less like the handsome men he writes about in his gay romances. Then he meets Rhine Walken. He's intrigued. But the next time he sees Rhine there's something really wrong with the young man. Like really. Brandon finds out that Rhine suffers from a traumatic brain injury that manifests in a strange manner, one that makes a relationship pretty much off the table. Damn that sucks. Because he could love this man.


An hour later he realized he’d looked for Rhine at the grocery and was disappointed when he wasn’t there. He headed back home, his mind already on his book. At a stop light he braked and waited and when it seemed like a long time he realized that the light was green and no one was moving. Unlike some people he knew, he didn’t let things like this piss him off. He wasn’t honking his horn or yelling out his window like others. He frowned as he looked ahead and saw that there was a man walking in circles around the intersection. Tilting his head he looked at the man and realized he knew him.
Brandon pulled over to get out of his car and started walking toward the center of the intersection. As he got closer, he heard several people yelling.
“Get out of the way, Dumbass!”
“What’s wrong with you, retard?”
“Get out of the way, ya fool!”
“What are you, five? Get out of the damn road!”
Just before he got close to Rhine, the bagger from the grocery, he heard him muttering to himself, “Stop talkin’ to me. Don’t yell at me. I don’t like you all. Leave me alone.”
Brandon understood his sentiment, but why didn’t he just walk away? What was up with him moving in a circle in the busy intersection? He stepped forward and said, quietly,
“Hey, buddy. Rhine? I remember you. I saw you at the grocery the other day. Do you remember me?” Brandon just wanted to see if he could get through to the man who seemed to be having some kind of episode.
“Put me in a book. You’re gonna put me in a book.”
That answered that question. Rhine remembered him.
“That’s right. Do you want to come with me? I can take you home or back to the grocery store, whichever you want. It’s really not safe for you to be out here. These people want to get home, I think.”
“They’re mean. I don’t know them and they’re yelling at me. Why are they yelling?” For the first time Rhine looked directly into Brandon’s eyes and Brandon could see that the confusion was real. Brandon had the strangest desire to hug Rhine and take him home. There was something really wrong here.
“I guess they just don’t understand why you’re out here in the middle of the road. They want to get on with their lives, but no one wants to hurt you, so they’re waiting, not very patiently, I’ll admit. You ready to go? We should get out of everybody’s way, don’t you think?” Brandon held his hand out and Rhine put his in it and walked with him back toward his car. It was like he’d taken the hand of a child who was just looking for an adult to tell him what to do.
“Is this your car? It’s nice. I like the color. Red is my favorite color. I’m glad it’s not brown. I don’t like brown at all. Do you like brown? Brown is ugly like dirt. My hair looks like dirt.” Rhine stopped walking and talking just as they got to the passenger side of the car and he looked at Brandon again and said, “You got little bits of dirt on your face, but they’re not ugly. I like them. Really, don’t feel bad ’cause I said brown was ugly. I like your dots.”
Brandon didn’t want Rhine to get upset so he said, “Thanks, Rhine. They’re freckles. I’m glad you don’t think they’re ugly. You want to get in and I’ll take you home?”
Brandon opened the door and Rhine got in. Brandon reached across and fastened the seat belt around Rhine, thinking that it was the first time there’d been someone in his passenger seat. He hurried around and got in, buckling up.
“Buckle up for safety,” he said, in a sing-song voice he remembered from ads on TV that repeated that over and over.
“Why am I in your car?”
Brandon had started the car and as the light was now green againand pulled out in traffic. He whipped his head around at the question that came in a totally different tone of voice from Rhine.
“I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself. I’m Brandon Reese. I know your name is Rhine, but I don’t know your last name.”
“Walken, and no, I’m not kin to Christopher. I remember you from the store, but I didn’t know your name. Why am I in your car? Where are you taking me?”
  ~AKM Miles~
***love is love***

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Forever Mates: Zus & Rue by Stormy Glenn

Forever Mates: Zus & Rue (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Zus took one look at the brown-haired beauty that walked into the bar with his friends and knew that he had found the perfect submissive. He just wasn’t sure the sexy little man was ready for his dominant brand of mating. Being in control was second nature to him and he wasn’t about to change that for Rue, even if the man was his forever mate.
Rue Tasquer had just about given up hope that he would find the perfect man to dominate him until he found a set of deep, piercing green eyes staring at him from across a bar. As eager as he is to find someone to accept him—kink and all—Rue quickly gives into the man’s demands and follows him for what turns out to be the beginning of something that will either make Rue the happiest man alive or send him running for his life.


Rue shoved his hands into his pocket as he listened to his friends argue. It was the same old story really, just different words. Jace always seemed to be talking them into doing something wild, on edge, and usually really stupid.
“It’s just a bar, Liam,” Jace said. “They can’t keep us out.”
Rue wasn’t so sure. They’d been kicked out of bars before. If they were lucky they got away unharmed. More often than not, they ended up being roughed up a bit before they got sent on their way.
“You think not?” Liam laughed, sounding very nervous. “We’re in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us out, they can tar and feather us. That is what they do in these backwater towns, isn’t it? Tar and feather people?”
Bay snorted. “Normal people, maybe. Queers like us?” Bay shook his head. “They string us up, and like, throw lawn darts at us or something.”
Lawn darts? Rue smothered a laugh behind his hand.
“Oh please,” Jace replied. “This is a public place. We have as much right to be here as anyone else.”
“Honey, I hate to break this to you but we’re not anyone else,” Bay chuckled. “We’re loud, flaming, flamboyant queens. Hell, the eyeliner on Rue’s face alone could get our asses kicked.”
Rue blushed as Jace frowned at him. He liked to wear a little eyeliner. So the fuck what? It enhanced his pale features and made his deep dark mocha-brown eyes stand out. Rue personally thought his eyes were one of his best features.
“Jace, honey, if someone looked up gay in the dictionary,” Bay said as he waved a hand between them all, “they’d find a picture of us.”
“We’re not that bad,” Jace insisted.
Yes, we are! Rue nodded his agreement. They did scream gay, or at least what people saw as the stereotypical gay man…right down to the sequined purse under Liam’s arm.
“Jace, what color is my shirt?” Bay asked as he plucked at the silky material with his fingers.
“Azure blue, why?”
“And Liam’s?” Bay continued.
“Uh-huh,” Bay said, “and what type of piercing does Rue have?”
Jace glanced back at Rue, grinning. “Guiche.”
Rue felt his face flush again. While he liked the paleness of his skin because it made his eyes shine, there were times he hated it. Every single little embarrassed blush could be seen for miles around.
“Honey, face it, we’re gay!”
Jace laughed. “Okay, so we’re gay. So what? That doesn’t mean we don’t have as much right to be here as anyone else,” Jace said as grabbed the door handle to the bar. “Besides, maybe we can teach those hicks a things or two about fashion and makeup.”
Rue could hear Jace laughing as he opened the door and walked inside the countryside tavern. He quickly scanned the parking lot to make sure no one was giving them the stink eye and then followed in behind the others…plowing right into Bay when the man stopped.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Rue looked past to his friends to try and see what had stopped Jace. He gulped past the lump in his throat. Oh boy, they were in such deep shit.
Rue had been inside of his fair share of bars but he tended to avoid the ones filled with rough, muscle-bound, jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking rednecks. He tended to live longer that way. Country boys didn’t seem to take to his kind very well.
He preferred to think his kind was the one that had brain cells but he knew the truth. Rednecks and gothic gay subs didn’t blend well and this place basically looked like every backwoods bar that Jace had ever dragged him to…pool tables, beer and peanuts, country music, and rednecks. And there didn’t seem to be a gay man in the bunch.
“Come on in, boys.” Jace giggled “There’s eye candy as far as the mascara-lined eye can see.”

Deciding he’d waited long enough, Zus got to his feet. Without a word to his brothers, he crossed the room to stand in front of the man he desired. Zus knew he wasn’t as gentle or charming as his brothers. The pulse beating rapidly in the little man’s throat said he didn’t have to be.
“Come,” he ordered before turning to walk away. He knew the man would follow before he even heard the soft tread of his feet on the hard tiled floor. Zus tried the utility closet door and found it locked. The scent of Mikhail, the other man, and sex filled his nostrils.
Zus ignored it, and the ache it brought him. He walked further down the hallway to the man’s restroom and walked in, the door swishing closed behind him. A moment later, the door opened and a smaller figure pushed in.
Zus stepped right up to the man, pushing him into the wall even as he grabbed the man by the hair and tugged his head back. The man’s mocha-brown eyes were wide open. There was a hint of fear, but it was nearly overridden by desire blazing in their depths.
“You’re mine.” It wasn’t a question. Zus had every intention of making this man his. The sudden flash of liquid brown told him the man wasn’t adverse to his attentions. The hard bulge in his pants told him the man liked Zus’s charming words.
“Get rid of the clothes,” Zus ordered. He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched. The man was made for him. He followed Zus’s orders eagerly, quickly pulling his shirt off then his jeans and the rest of his clothes until he stood naked.
“Fucking perfect!” Zus hissed.
The man’s face flamed, but his jutting cock jerked in response to Zus’s praise. It was the ideal response from a man he would soon dominate. Praise and censure were excellent tools for training, and Rue seemed susceptible to both.
Zus seized the man, hauling him into his arms. He grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back. Huge brown eyes blinked up at him. Zus knew he would continue to drown in those big mocha-brown eyes for the rest of his days.
“Your name.”
“Rue, uh, Rueben, I mean,” the man stammered as his eyelashes fluttered. “Rueben Tasquer.”
“You know you’re mine now, don’t you, Rue?” Zus asked. It would be the last time he asked. Once he claimed the man, and he would, there would be no turning back. Rueben Tasquer would belong to him until he took his very last breath.
That was all Zus needed to know. He lowered his lips and claimed Rue’s. The instant molding of the man’s body against his made Zus growl into Rue’s mouth. The man had just melted. It made Zus harder then he thought possible.
He ached.
Pulling his lips away, Zus swung Rue around and pushed him down to lean against the bathroom countertop. He tapped the man’s legs apart until he spread them. It was only then that he spotted the ring of silver on the man’s perineum glinting in the soft bathroom light.
Zus groaned. Fate had a way of picking the most perfect mate for each individual even if they didn’t agree at the time. Zus did. Rue seemed to be everything he had ever wanted even if he hadn’t known he wanted it until the man stood before him.
Squatting down behind the man, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get a better look. Hard, heavy balls hung just beyond the piercing. A tight pink hole twinkled at Zus just above.
Zus leaned forward and caught the small ring with his tongue, tugging on it. Rue cried out. His body trembled under Zus’s hands. Zus tugged harder. He stuck his finger in his mouth and got it all wet before pushing it against the pink puckered hole above theguiche piercing.
His finger got sucked right in as if Rue’s body needed to be filled. Zus knew his saliva, much like his pre-cum, would loosen Rue’s tight body naturally so that he felt no pain, only exquisite pleasure.
He still wanted to be sure because he knew he couldn’t go easy on the man. He wanted him too much. With that in mind, Zus pushed another finger into Rue’s ass. The man squirmed, wiggling his ass and silently begging for more.
Zus leaned back and brought his other hand down hard on the man’s ass cheek. Rue’s legs trembled so much he was afraid the man might collapse. Zus started to pull his fingers free to grab Rue before he fell to the ground, but the man pushed back with his hips.
“No, please,” Rue begged.
Zus thrust his fingers back in.
Rue cried out.
Zus stood to his feet and looked down at the man he had bent over the countertop. From behind Rue was gorgeous. His long, lean back dipped at the bottom, inviting Zus to lick along the sleek lines. A nicely rounded ass fell below the dip.
It begged to be paddled.
Zus couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand down on Rue’s ass. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if it meant the world would come to an end. The soft pale skin begged to be reddened.
“Oh yes,” Rue cried out, “please.”

Call Me Sir By Stormy Glenn

Call Me Sir (MM)
Sir Series 1

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
The night Logan subbed for the bartender at his club, he had no idea that the love of his life would walk through the door, but he knew he wanted Joey the moment he saw him. He just wasn’t sure Joey was prepared for the lifestyle Logan wants. As sexy as Joey is, he seems too innocent for the life Logan wants with him. So, Logan bides his time, waiting for Joey to get to know him better.
Joey came to the city to find someone, anyone. Logan, however, was more than he had ever dreamed of. Still, Joey had hope, and many late night fantasies. After a year of waiting, Joey finally gives up and goes to another club, a BDSM club. He’s totally unprepared for what he sees there and what he discovers about himself.
Hoping to save Joey from himself, Logan comes to his rescue, taking him home. Once there, things get heated. But all is not easy for these two. Just as they begin to settle down into domestic D/s bliss, Joey’s father comes around to mess things up.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.


Logan James glanced up when the bell over the main door chimed. Normally, the music was so loud that the bell couldn’t be heard over the thundering beat. Whoever was walking in was there before the evening crowd had arrived and the music was merely background noise for the early birds in the bar.
Logan had been pissed when Mack called in sick. He had already worked since early in the morning going over the books, putting in orders, and generally making sure the bar was running smoothly. The last thing he wanted to do was man the bar for his sick bartender. But there were things he had to do as owner of Club Refectory, and filling in for his sick bartender was one of them.
And then Logan got his first good look at the handsome man that walked into the bar, his eyes darting around the large room as he scanned the place. Logan didn’t know if the man was looking for potential danger or a potential hookup.
He knew what he hoped for.
“What can I get you?” he called out to get the gorgeous man’s eyes on him. The little cutie didn’t need to be looking anywhere else. The man’s eyes sparkled with delight as he sauntered over to the counter and slid onto one of the barstools.
“What’s cold?”
Logan winked. The man shouldn’t be surprised. He was in a gay bar after all. “Everything but me.”
S–Arctic blue eyebrows perked up, and then the sweetest, hottest little smile Logan had ever seen in his life slid across the man’s gorgeous plump lips. The guy held out his hand. “Joey Macintyre.”
So that was the name of the love of his life…Joey Macintyre.
Logan shook Joey’s hand, smiling at the tingle that shot up his arm when their palms met. Yep, Joey was the one. Logan could feel it in his bones. Call it intuition. Call it love at first sight. Call it an overactive libido. Whatever it was, Logan just knew Joey was the one he had been waiting for.
“So, what can I get you, handsome?”
Joey’s cheeks reddened as he grinned. “Just a beer.”
Logan could barely hold his amusement in as Joey dug out his wallet and then handed over his identification card. Logan was pretty sure that Joey was old enough to be in the bar and drinking. He just wanted to be sure.
He also wanted an address. He smiled when he realized Joey didn’t actually live that far away. It was a little more than walking distance but close enough that he could see Joey on a regular basis without seeming like a stalker.
He handed the ID back and then went to get Joey a beer, choosing his favorite brand. If Joey was going to become a part of his life, the man needed to know what Logan liked to drink. Now was as good a time to start Joey’s training as any other.
Logan handed over the beer, watching Joey bring the bottle to his lips and tilt it back. His throat muscles moved as he swallowed. It was such an erotic motion that Logan’s cock started to ache with need. He had an insane urge to jump he man right there and then.
And yet he knew he couldn’t.
The uncertainty and hesitation Logan could see just under the surface of Joey’s demeanor said the man was innocent of the ways of the world—at least Logan’s world.
And that meant Logan needed to wait before claiming the gorgeous man until they knew each other better and Logan could introduce Joey to his world slowly.
Logan sighed as he watched Joey sip his drink, his arctic-blue eyes dancing as they darted around the room.
This so sucks.


“I’m going to go check on the coffee,” he said as he quickly jumped to his feet and headed for the kitchen. He needed to put some space between him and Logan before he made a complete idiot out of himself.
Joey grabbed two cups and set them on the counter. He reached for the sugar and creamer, setting them down next to the coffee cups. Spoon… he needed a spoon. Reaching into one of his drawers, he grabbed one and set it down next to the cups, sugar, and creamer. Did Logan take sugar and creamer in his coffee?
Maybe he should ask instead of assuming. He turned to go back into the living room and ran smack into Logan, who was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. Joey let out a surprised yelp.
“Sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t see you there.”
He closed his eyes, half in embarrassment he’d run into Logan, half delighted he’d run into him. Joey could die a happy man pressed against all those hard, sculpted muscles.
He raised his gaze to Logan’s face. “Sorry, I was going to ask you—”
“Ask me what, Joey?” Logan asked after a moment when Joey didn’t continue with his statement.
Joey’s eyes nearly crossed at the low, rough sound of Logan’s voice. If he didn’t know better, he would think Logan was aroused. But that was ridiculous. Logan didn’t desire him… did he?
“Logan,” he whispered, his gaze dropping to Logan’s lips. This is a really, really bad idea. But even as he told himself he was making a mistake, Joey rose up on his toes and placed his lips against Logan’s. He ran his tongue over Logan’s lips, begging for entrance. His hands curled into Logan’s shirt as he pressed his body against him. He knew Logan could feel his erection, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t help it. Logan turned him on more than any man he had ever met.
“Yes?” Joey whispered against Logan’s lips. Yes, yes, yes, anything you want.
“Joey.” This time Logan’s agitated voice worked its way through the deep haze of lust surrounding Joey’s brain.
“Joey,” Logan repeated again.
Joey lifted his head and looked up into Logan’s eyes. What he saw there made him wish the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Logan’s eyes were half-closed, his dark brows drawn together. But it was the tight clench of his teeth, the tic in his cheek that said it all.
He didn’t want to kiss Joey.
Joey quickly dropped his gaze and released Logan’s shirt. He took an unsteady step back and tucked his hands together against his chest to hide their trembling.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe he had attacked Logan like that. He had no right. He wouldn’t be surprised if Logan didn’t want anything to do with him after this. The man had just come up for coffee, and Joey had practically attacked him.
No wonder no one wanted him.
Joey turned to face the counter, his back to Logan. He couldn’t face him. He couldn’t stand to see the contempt and disgust on Logan’s face. Doing so would take away the one thing he had left—his fantasies of being with Logan, no matter how impossible they may be. And Joey didn’t know how he would survive if he lost his fantasies.
“I made a mistake. Please, just go,” Joey begged, his eyes filling with tears at the softening of Logan’s voice. He could take anything from Logan except for his pity.

* * * *

Logan stared at Joey in shock. When Joey started kissing him, Logan had nearly gone out of his mind. Joey tasted so good. Logan wanted to go on kissing him until they both passed out. But if he gave in to that desire, Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to stop with just one kiss. He would want it all, every inch of Joey’s body. And there would be no going back from that point. The decision on whether to give Joey time to get to know him would be taken out of his hands. Joey would be his.
But seeing him turn away, knowing he thought he was being rejected—it was more than Logan could deal with.
He’s in agony, and it’s all my fault.
Logan stepped up behind Joey, pressing his body tightly against his smaller frame. He grabbed Joey by the hair at the back of his head and twisted his head around, plastering his lips over Joey’s. He wrapped his other hand around Joey’s waist to pull his body back against his chest.
He didn’t just kiss Joey. He devoured him. His tongue ran the length of Joey’s lips before pressing in, demanding entry, exploring every inch of his warm, sweet-tasting mouth. He felt Joey start to respond, slowly at first, and then it was as if a dam broke.
Joey opened up, throwing himself into the kiss with absolute abandon. Logan’s cock hardened against Joey’s hip as he ground against him. Heavenly. Joey moaned and whimpered as he pushed back against Logan.
Logan knew Joey couldn’t fail to feel his erection pressing against him. As he moved his hand down Joey’s waist to his groin, he wondered if he would find the same hard length in his jeans.
Damn! Joey was so hard his zipper was about to bust. Logan cupped him in his hand, squeezing, gently at first, then with more pressure. The harder he held him, the more unglued Joey seemed to become. He was so damn responsive.
“Logan, let me come,” Joey whispered against Logan’s lips as he thrust his cock against Logan’s hand.
Logan wasn’t even sure Joey realized he’d whispered the words out loud. He lifted his lips from Joey, growling into his ear. “How do you ask if you want something?” he demanded in a growly voice.
“Please,” Joey whispered.
“Please who?”
“Please, sir, please let me come,” Joey pleaded.
Logan flashed a feral grin as he unzipped Joey’s pants and pulled his cock out, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft. His little man deserved a reward for asking so nicely.
“Good baby,” Logan said against the side of Joey’s neck.

Forever Mates: Mikhail & Jace by Stormy Glenn

Forever Mates: Mikhail & Jace (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Mikhail Kyryap knew the sexy little blond was his forever mate the moment he stepped inside the roadside bar with his friends. Convincing the human of that might prove to be harder than leading an entire pride of tiger shifters. Jace is the most stubborn man Mikhail has ever dealt with.
Jace Marrok was one step away from being labeled loose by his friends when he followed a handsome stranger into the utility closet for a little fun. He just can’t seem to resist Mikhail, not even when the man shifts in front of him and Jace learns that he has been mated against his will.
Deciding whether to believe the sexy alpha when he says it was instinctual might be harder than staying alive when others in Mikhail’s pride take exception to him mating a human. When they are attacked, Jace has to choose between staying with a man he is quickly falling for or getting his friends and running for his life.

"It's just a bar, Liam. They can't keep us out."
"You think not?" Liam laughed nervously. "We're in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us out, they can tar and feather us."
Jace Marrok rolled his eyes when Liam glanced behind him at their friend, Bay. "That is what they do in these backwater towns, isn't it? Tar and feather people?"
Bay snorted. "Normal people, maybe. Queers like us?" Bay shook his head. "They string us up and, like, throw lawn darts at us or something."
"Oh please," Jace replied. "This is a public place. We have as much right to be here as anyone else."
"Honey, I hate to break this to you, but we're not anyone else." Bay chuckled. "We're loud, flaming, flamboyant queens. Hell, the eyeliner on Rue's face alone could get our asses kicked."
Jace frowned.
Rue blushed.
"Jace, honey, if someone looked up ‘gay’ in the dictionary," Bay said as he gestured to all of them, "they'd find a picture of us."
"We're not that bad," Jace insisted.
"Jace, what color is my shirt?" Bay asked as he plucked at the silky material with his fingers.
"Azure blue, why?"
"And Liam's?" Bay continued.
"Uh huh," Bay said, "and what type of piercing does Rue have?"
Jace glanced back at Rue, grinning. "Guiche."
"Honey, face it, we're gay!"
Jace laughed at the blush creeping up Rue's face again. Bay was probably right. Rue did wear a lot of eyeliner. Still, they had as much right as anyone else to be in this bar, even if they were clearly gay. And, unless someone was blind and deaf, they were all clearly gay.
They talked gay, they walked gay, and they looked gay. Hell, they probably even smelled gay. They were the stereotypical gay men. Loud, bright colors, makeup and piercings, even the effeminate body movements—they had it all, in spades. Christ, two of the four of them had little sequined purses under their arms.
"Okay, so we're gay. So what? That doesn't mean we don't have as much right to be here as anyone else," Jace said as grabbed the door handle to the bar. "Besides, maybe we can teach those hicks a things or two about fashion and makeup."
Jace was laughing as he opened the bar door and took a step inside. He came to a screeching halt at the scene before him. Bay, Liam, and Rue plowed into him from behind. Jace's laughter slowly died away.
In this instance, he might be wrong about where they could be.
He was looking at a sea of rough, muscle-bound, jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking rednecks. They were everywhere, as far as the eye could see. And more than one of them were drool-worthy.
Most, if not all of them, had beers in their hands. A few men sat around booths on the back wall of the room. Several were playing pool. There were even a few men that seemed to be just hanging out at the bar. Loud country music could be heard…well, almost everywhere.
It was really loud.
The place basically looked like every backwoods bar that Jace had ever envisioned—pool tables, beer and peanuts, country music, and rednecks. And Jace couldn't see a gay man in the bunch.
Jace grinned mischievously. This could be fun. He didn't much care that the four of them stood out like warts on a thumb. Jace wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was gay or that he loved men. He didn't care if his demeanor made some people uncomfortable. He was who he was, and he wasn't going to change that for anyone, not even a room full of rednecks.
"Come on in, boys." Jace giggled "There's eye candy as far as the mascara wearing eye can see."

"Are you going to beat me up?" he asked.
"So, what do you want?"
"The same thing you wanted when you followed me in here, Beautiful."
"Oh," the man replied. Then a slow sexy grin crossed his mouth, showing off his perfect white teeth. "Oohhh."
Mikhail knew the man got it. Or, at least, he was going to the minute Mikhail got him out of his clothes. He grabbed the man by his arms and pulled him flush against his body. He cupped the side of the blond's face, his other hand anchoring the man to him by his slim hip.
"Do you have a name, little one, or should I just continue to call you Beautiful?"
The soft flush that filled the man's face was fascinating but not half as much as the way he suddenly licked his full lips. "Jace Marrok," he mumbled. "But I like Beautiful, too."
"I am Mikhail Sebastian Ivananova Andrei Kyryap," Mikhail replied.
"That's a mouthful."
Mikhail smirked as he rubbed his thumb across the man's plush lips. "It could be for most people, but somehow I think you can handle it."
Jace's brow peaked, sending a shot of lust straight to Mikhail's cock. He growled and wrapped his fingers around the back of Jace's neck, holding the man's head still as he lowered his lips to his.
Jace's lips were just as warm and lush as they had looked across the room. And the man responded to Mikhail's possessive kiss like a dream. His entire body melted against Mikhail's, even as his mouth opened up and accepted Mikhail's dominance.
Mikhail trailed his hand from Jace's neck down his back until both of his hands could grab the tight ass he had seen walk across the bar when Jace first came in. He squeezed each rounded globe in his hands before lifting Jace up higher against his body.
Jace wrapped his legs around Mikhail's waist. Their hard cocks mashed together. The small whimper that fell from Jace's mouth inflamed Mikhail. He wanted to hear that sound again and again and discover what other sounds Jace could make.
Mikhail broke away from Jace's lips so that they could both breathe. Instead, they traveled along Jace's jaw line. Mikhail groaned when Jace arched his head back, baring his neck to Mikhail's questing lips.
He turned around and pressed Jace's slim body against the door. Every move the man made was fanning the flames of desires burning inside of Mikhail. He had desired a lot of men in his lifetime, but none had made him feel nearly mindless with lust.
"Shirt off," Mikhail ordered. He knew his voice sounded husky and rough by the way that Jace's eyes widened before he reached for the buttons of his shirt. Mikhail held his breath as he waited for the glorious chest he just knew was waiting under the silky fabric.
He wasn't disappointed. Mikhail's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth as Jace dropped his shirt on the floor. Jace was a slim man, but what muscles he did have were nicely defined. He sported sexy pecs with pale brown nipples and a rippled abdomen. A small sun tattoo encircled his bellybutton just asking to be licked, which is exactly what Mikhail did.
Lifting Jace up in his arms, he leaned in and swirled his tongue around the small colored tattoo. Jace squirmed in his arms and his hands clenched in Mikhail's hair. Mikhail heard the soft moan that came from Jace. He felt the way Jace's stomach muscles contracted.
"Fuck, man, you…you…" Jace groaned.
Mikhail swatted Jace on the butt and glared up at him. "Such a pretty little mouth shouldn't have such ugly things coming out of it. I have much better things for you to do with those lips."
Jace looked confused as if he were in a fog and didn't quite know what was going on. Mikhail decided to let Jace's swearing pass for now. It was always something he could fix later. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into the fine little ass in his hands.
"Do you like these pants, Beautiful?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Mikhail lowered Jace's feet to the floor but kept close contact between them. "Then I suggest that you get rid of them before I do. I doubt I'll be nice about it."
Jace's eyes widened but his hands quickly went to the buttons of his tight leather pants. Within seconds, Jace's shoes and pants lay in a pile on the floor. Mikhail groaned. When he called Jace beautiful, he had no idea how right he was.
The man was glorious.