Saturday, October 25, 2014

His Omega by A.C. Katt

COMING 11.07.14


Sean Quinn's friend Leroy was gutted trying to protect him. He runs for help and stops the first car he sees. Armand LaMarche is head Alpha of the North American werewolf council and was in his limousine on his way home to his Manhattan brownstone. When the wounded boy stops his car, Armand recognizes two things, the boy is part wolf, an Omega with a great gift and he's Armand's mate. Now all Armand has to two is claim his mate and keep him safe from the murdererer Sean can identify who happens to be a rogue Russian wolf who is both dangerous and devious.

Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing as AC Katt

  With books at MLR Press and JMS Books

It's Okay by AKM Miles

Gom Marsh is happy that it's summer break and he can spend some time with Casey. But no, along comes Laurie with one of the most disturbing cases so far. This time a young artist in a summer school program is producing some extremely tortured drawings. Gom has to get in there to find out what is going on with Kade Godwin. If that's not enough, there's a teacher who is being cyber-bullied and has no idea who is doing it, and it's got to be kept on the down-low to protect his reputation. But there' a really good ending.

“I need you to—no, I guess I need to come to you first. Can I come by tonight after work? I need to fill you in so we can get to the bottom of this problem before something really bad happens.” Laurie sounded so frustrated and a little scared.
“Of course. Why don’t you come to supper at Scarcity? Casey and I already talked about eating there tonight. I’m sure everybody would love to see you.” Through their cases she had spent a few nights with the family.
“Ooh, Dillon’s cooking? Count me in. Can I bring something?”
“You know better. Just be hungry.” Gom laughed. It was no secret how much she loved Dillon’s food, especially his donuts.
“Yum. I’ll be there. What time?”
“Six thirty okay?” he asked, she agreed, and they hung up.
“Another one?” Casey asked and Gom’s heart dropped thinking about someone else being so badly hurt that he was needed to help.
“Yeah, I need to call Dillon and let him know she’s coming.”
“You know he’ll make her donuts,” Casey teased.
“Yep, won’t hurt my feelings at all,” Gom said. “I wonder what’s going on. She said it was at the new school on Ford Road. It’s brand new. You kind of hope that with it so new there wouldn’t be time for anything really bad to be going on.”
“Wait. School hasn’t even started yet. It’s summer. How could there be a case for you to help with if they aren’t in session?”
“I don’t know. There’s summer school, maybe. I guess we’ll find out tonight.”
  ~AKM Miles~
***love is love***

Redemption Song by Karen Mercury


When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.
Halloween in New Orleans. Rémy Lafitte has paid a charlatan to enact a Voodoo ceremony in the cemetery. The ritual reanimates Niko Valdés, a French Quarter tutor who was damned to Everlost for murdering his sister’s attacker.
Mild-mannered stockbroker Heidi Purdue stumbles upon Niko and Rémy in a compromising position. They are interrupted by a demon on horseback who beheads the charlatan before giving the trio a pentalpha puzzle to solve.
Curvy Heidi knows that heartthrob Rémy would never fall for her, but she falls for the undead tutor. Rémy, jealous of the other two’s closeness, agrees to an equitable ménage, opening up to a male lover.
The centuries-long battle against primordial evil leads them to a temple, where they find Solomon’s ring. They go past the portal of Hellmouth to redeem themselves, but the real puzzle is how to fulfill the prophecy that they are intertwined inexorably—now and forever.


Parked on the sidewalk, the nerd unfolded himself from the Corvette and extended a hand. “Marvin Simon, at your service.”
The trio introduced themselves. Rémy wondered at the casual attitude Marvin had toward three strangers who were in the service of the Duke of Demons, looking for a damned ring. Did this happen often to Marvin?
Niko said, “Sorry we were so late. We got sidetracked by placing stones.”
Marvin nodded knowledgeably. “That’s good. That’s a very good reason for being late. I’m glad you’re following the angles of the pentalpha.”
“Yes,” said Rémy, “we’ve crisscrossed this city placing stones at all the right spots. Now we need the ring, though.”
“Can you verify,” said Heidi, “that this ring will enable us to command the demons? We have several quests at stake here.”
“Well yes,” said Marvin, “within reason. You have to do several things first, though, before the ring will give you superiority over Baal-Berith and his cronies.”
Niko gaped. “There are more of them?”
Marvin looked at Niko as though he’d just come back from the dead. “Well, yes. Why else would he be called the Duke of Demons if he didn’t have anyone else in his duchy? You haven’t seen any others? No matter, you will. Baal-Berith isn’t easily subdued.”
Rémy said, “But he’s losing power at midnight tonight. Can’t we just wait for midnight to come and go?”
Marvin looked exasperated. “You could, if you didn’t really give a flying fig about your quests being completed. You could just go back to your dull-as-dishwater, boring-ass existence watching America’s Favorite Bachelor and driving your BMWs”—how did Marvin know that Rémy drove a BMW?—“but then you’d completely miss out on accomplishing your quests, now, wouldn’t you?”
Niko stammered, “I…I didn’t know there was a time limit. So we have to complete our quests by the time Baal-Berith loses power?”
Marvin looked skyward for divine assistance. “Well, of course now. The demons don’t just sit around waiting for you to take your thumb out of your ass. That’s the whole challenge. The closer it gets to midnight, the more powerful they become. The more assistance they can give you, but at the same time…” Marvin trailed off meaningfully.
Heidi filled in. “The more they can…crush us?”
Marvin nodded decisively. “Exactly. That’s what they live for, to crush you. They wouldn’t be very demonic if they didn’t. It’s my goal to help you subdue or overcome them. Now, with that in mind, why don’t you tell me about your quests? Two sentences or less, please. I don’t have all day. I’m entering my crawfish in the cook-off, and I don’t want to miss Chicken on the Bone playing ‘Rock This Town.’ They do it with such pep.”
Rémy went first, to give Heidi and Niko time to think. “Well, at first my main goal was to find my ancestor Jean Lafitte’s gold bars.”
Predictably, Marvin’s eyes lit up. “An admirable goal indeed. Treasure hunts are always given top priority by the demons. But your goal has changed?”
“Well, yes,” Rémy had to admit. “I mean, I still want to find the gold bars, of course. But I’ve really come to…” He couldn’t admit to this bobble-headed stranger that he thought he was falling in love with Heidi, and was having strangely powerful feelings about the undead Niko, too. Heidi was a unique, powerful soul, yet so childishly appealing. And Niko, well, there was nothing that was not unique about him. He told himself he never would have allowed himself romantic feelings about another man unless the man was as oddly singular as Niko de la Concepcion Valdés. So Rémy said, “I’ve come to put Niko’s quest as top priority. Niko, tell Marvin about yours.”
Niko solemnly folded his hands before his crotch. “I come from the year 1855.” Rémy wasn’t surprised that Marvin also nodded sagely. “I was stuck in Everlost with my poor departed sister, and then this fellow here revived me with a ceremony he performed. I’d like to get my sister out of Everlost, too, but leave the bastard who caused all of this stuck in there until time immemorial.”
“Yes,” said Marvin, as though thoroughly familiar with Leclerc, “he behaved so badly on earth he can’t be recycled. He can never move forward.”
“Truly?” cried Niko, breaking his respectful stance. “We can leave him behind?”
“Yes and no,” said Marvin. “He will be put into hell like broken pottery that can’t be repaired. This does not get you out of making amends with him.”
Damn!” swore Niko. “I swore I will never apologize to that sack of buzzard’s guts!”
“Language, language!” said Rémy, sharing a grin with Heidi.
Marvin asked, “Do you wish to stay in the present, my friend?”
“Well…” Niko looked around at his newfound partners, at the shiny automobiles and motorcycles that raced by, at the ten-story tall professional buildings around them. He shrugged. “I suppose, if that’s my only option.”
Rémy was deeply offended. He supposed! If that was his only option! Trying to be light, he said, “Thanks a lot, Niko. We’re your last and only option.”
“Yeah,” said Heidi, apparently miffed, too. “I guess you’re stuck with us.”
“No!” protested Niko. “I mean that if I had my way, of course I would go back to 1855 before any of this happened! But…” He turned to Marvin. “That is not an option, is it?”
“I’m afraid not. You’re stuck with these people you don’t like. You’re all witnesses. You’re all bound together, so you can’t separate. Get used to it. Now, Miss Purdue, what is your goal?”


“I know. So much has changed, Raoul. When you hurt me, you hurt me permanently. I moved on before the words were even out of your mouth. And unlike you, my version of ‘moving on’ actually involves moving. So, no. I’m not coming back to you. I’m not coming back at all. But you can send me a postcard from Tahiti. I’ll text you my address.”
So that was the end of Raoul, and now Heidi had her thighs and arms wrapped around the most scrumptious piece of man candy ever to walk the planet—in fully human form, that was.
“Oh, please, please, imprint me, Rémy,” cooed Heidi, lifting her head from the mattress to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Tilting her pelvis, she impaled herself on his fat cock, and Rémy lost what little control he’d had. Grunting into her mouth, he drove it home, wedged deep next to her womb, where he held his prick, throbbing with an erotic pulse.
She’d been stretched out from fucking Niko the other day, so she easily accepted Rémy’s fat, long tool. She set up a gently rocking motion while grasping his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She had powerful Kegels after decades of self-pleasuring with the detachable shower head, and she could grasp a man’s penis as though she were a Venus flytrap.
Every time she clutched Rémy’s cock, he gasped. Heidi started giggling. She knew Rémy was afraid to really pound her because he’d come too fast. When she corkscrewed her hips while simultaneously clutching him with her pussy, he raised himself on his forearms and glared down at her. He bit his own lip, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep control.
“You’re an ornery, mischievous girl,” he snarled.
Only Heidi could see over Rémy’s shoulder. Niko stood beside the bed whipping Rémy’s bathrobe from his torso. He tossed the satin and it slithered off the chair’s arm, but Heidi was transfixed, admiring Niko’s otherworldly body.
For an undead guy, Niko was ravishing, fresh, brimming with vitality. Especially since returning through Hellmouth with his sister, it was virtually impossible to tell that Niko had been raised from the ground recently. He still had his waistcoat, strange linen shirt, trousers, and odd boots. He still wore his greatcoat out at night, although he’d agreed to allow Rémy to take him shopping for a new jacket.
But now, as he kneeled behind Rémy and knocked apart Rémy’s knees with his own, Niko looked firmly embedded in the present. Leaning, Niko dipped a few fingertips into a jar of shimmering white coconut oil. Heidi was fascinated with the view. He slathered his sleek dark cock with the pearly white cream, his thumb working a circular pattern around his shiny glans.
Heidi clutched furiously at Rémy’s cock. He sucked in air with a hiss when Niko reached between the globes of Rémy’s ass and touched a finger full of coconut oil to his tight bud. Heidi assisted by parting the shapely globes for Niko’s pleasure. She could reach one of her long arms around Rémy’s waist to massage his perineum as he hunched up into her higher and higher, inching her up the mattress toward the headboard. She could tell by the way Rémy gasped and his prick plumped inside her that he liked the way Niko slid a finger up his anus.
She knew it before Niko even asked. “You like that, boss man?” In bed, Niko liked to call Rémy that. Outside of bed, Rémy was hardly the boss of anything. The two were equitable. But Niko was freer with his bisexuality than Rémy, having more years of experience under his belt. “You like having me up your ass?”
“I like it,” Rémy grunted, his cock knocking against Heidi’s cervix. It twitched, too, when Heidi petted his perineum, slick with creamy coconut oil. She could even jack Niko’s cock as it pulsated against Rémy’s tight ring, encouraging him to impale the bad boy pirate.
“Teach him who’s boss, Niko.” Heidi spoke around Rémy’s shoulder. “He might pretend to be the boss, but show him who’s in charge, who’s got the upper hand around here.”
Rémy started to protest. “No one’s got the upper—”
But Niko’s penis slipped inside of him, and the rest of his sentence was just a tortured groan.
Heidi was thrilled beyond belief to be feeling Rémy’s prick inside of her, his pumping driven by each thrust of Niko’s hips. Niko was the conductor who controlled all. He held Rémy’s hip, bringing his lover back to meet each one of his thrusts. Heidi was aroused with every loud slap of the men’s pelvises, every slap of Niko’s ball sac against Rémy’s shapely ass, every twitch of Niko’s cock inside of Rémy, which Heidi liked to think she could feel.

Redemption Song October 2014
Three Times A Lady, February 2014
The Substantial Gift, January 2014


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Shifting the Veil - Preternatural Rescue Centre by Ellen cROSS

Shifting the Veil - Preternatural Rescue Centre book 9

Jumping through a Mage portal on some sort of instinctual autopilot probably hadn't been the best decision of Morgan’s life, but it did lead him to two pieces of his soul, trapped in not only a cage, but also their animal forms.
    Owen and Ridley never thought they'd be free again, living a life of captivity and pain, until a sexy Guardian breaks them out and offers them forever.
    While Ridley hungers for Morgan, Owen just wishes the mate-stealing merman would walk away and forget about them both. He may not have to worry about his future for long, though. It's Halloween, and the veil is once again at its weakest. Denzel has failed to break through before, but this time, he has a secret weapon…


    Morgan had to close his eyes as the soft tone of that one word floated across his senses. It sent a shiver to course through his body, and when he smiled back at the man, he had to remind himself that it was cold, and the little guy was naked.
    "My name's Morgan. What's yours?"
    "R-Ridley." Ridley looked over Morgan's shoulders until Morgan turned to face the cage. Ridley pointed to the otter. "That's Owen, my mate, and the komodo dragon is Kyle." Ridley groaned and closed his eyes, holding his stomach for a second, before he opened them and his expression cleared. Morgan wondered if it was a reaction from being locked in his animal form for so long. He'd have to keep a watch on it, just in case.
    "It's nice to meet you all." Morgan gave a nod toward each of them. At Ridley's sleeve-tug urging, Morgan slowly lowered him to his feet and took a step back, trying not to stare at the delicious little body in front of him. It was hard not to notice Ridley's compact little muscles, smooth and soft, just begging for attention. His semi-erection was also impossible to ignore, and Morgan cursed softly as he spun around, swiping one of the spare folded robes that were on a shelf a couple of footsteps away. He reached his arm back and offered it to Ridley, hoping the shifter covered his nakedness quickly. Morgan was trying to be considerate, goddamn it! All he wanted to do was lift Ridley up, urging him to wrap those slender ankles around his back, as he devoured every inch of the thick pouty lips the kid had. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thanking the gods when Ridley stepped back around him and headed toward the cage. He lifted Owen out, cuddling him to his chest as he turned and addressed Morgan.
    "Can you take off his ring, too?"
    Morgan gave Owen a small smile he didn't really feel like offering, considering the image of Ridley's naked body was still playing through his mind. But hey, Owen was his mate, too, and he couldn't wait to see if he was just as cute in the flesh, as Ridley was.
    He picked up the same bolt cutters he had used on Ridley, gesturing that he help him.
    "Just hold him still. These things aren't the best tool for the job."
    Ridley held out Owens back leg, presenting the metal ring as he leaned down and whispered encouragement into Owen's ear. Owen turned and nose-kissed Ridley's cheek, before fixing a glare at Morgan. It was obvious the Otter was staking a claim, and a challenge had been thrown down. Morgan couldn't wait, and grinned as he shook his head.
    "I'm not taking your mate away from you, Owen, so just relax. I have plans for you both."
    Owen squeaked and grunted, jerking in Ridley's arms.
    "Now, now, cut that out! You have to know we three are mates. This close to you, the pull is like nothing I have ever felt before."
    "I feel it," Ridley whispered, a crimson flaring across his cheeks as he blushed, and Morgan had to wonder if his little rabbit mate could get anymore adorable.
    The ring fell from Owen's leg, hitting the floor and rolling beneath a bench. Owen started to shake in Ridley's hands, and Morgan jumped into action, grabbing Owen and taking him from Ridley—much to Ridley's cry of dismay.
    "Calm down, my little bunny. I would imagine Owen is bigger than you, right?" At Ridley's nod, Morgan added, "So how do you think you'd be able to hold him while he shifts?"
    Ridley didn't answer, but looked relieved when Owen's human form finally appeared. Owen filled Morgan's arms for all of a second, before the guy pushed at his chest so hard, he almost fell backwards onto the ground. He caught himself at the last moment and landed on his hands and knees. He stood and stalked to the same shelf Morgan had found Ridley a robe, grabbing one of the top of the small pile and wrapping it around himself in angry movements. He spun and held up a finger toward Morgan, as if he were a mother scolding a child.
    "Keep your hands away from my mate!"
    Gods help him, but Morgan found that a challenge he couldn't walk away from. The brunette was bigger than Ridley by a good few inches, with a little extra padding that Morgan couldn't wait to explore. He took a large step forward, bringing him nose to nose with the slightly shorter man.
    "Or what?"
     Owens's melted dark chocolate eyes widened. He inhaled deeply, and Morgan grinned when the guy's irises dilated as he swayed a little. Looks like he'd finally picked up Morgan's scent and realized Morgan had been telling the truth about being mates.
    "Just hit ya, did it? I take it your otter's nose was a bit stuffed up?"
    Owen groaned and shook his head, snapping his angry face back in place and shooting Morgan another dirty look. The clenched jaw and lines of tension around his eyes and mouth seemed to have to do with more than just protectiveness over Ridley.
    "I don't give a fuck what you think. Ridley's mine!"

Saturday, October 18, 2014


by Mychael Black
Torquere Press

Detectives Jonah and Riley Pierce are back with a new case for Arcanum, and this one is full of surprises! Erin Grey, lead singer for the gothic metal band Grey's Valentine, has a stalker, and not just any stalker. He turns to Arcanum for help… and gets the shock of his life.

With the help of another detective, Christian Knight, the Arcanum guys race to catch the stalker before Erin's biggest secret leads to his death.


Maryland, August 2010

"What in God's name are you listening to?"

"Grey's Valentine."

Jonah Pierce crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Grey's Valentine? Sounds like the name of a soap opera gone bad, Riley."

Riley rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Shut up. I have to listen to your nonstop classic rock all the time. You could use some education in the goth metal department."

Jonah watched his brother, Riley's nimble fingers practically flying over the keyboard. Just a few hours ago, those fingers had gripped Jonah's hair as he demonstrated an unauthorized use of department desks. Technically, they shouldn't do so much as kiss at work. The whole fraternization thing, coupled with the being brothers bit, didn't look very good. But then, sometimes, Jonah just needed Riley, in whatever way he could get the man.

"What are you doing anyway?"

"Finishing up the reports for that last case," Riley answered. "Oh, Lane says hi, too. He emailed me."

"He probably thinks I forgot to reply when he sent me one. I got... busy."

Riley stopped typing and smirked. "Next time we fuck on a desk, I'm topping. My back is still sore."

Jonah bit his tongue before he could argue. As vampires, they both healed quickly, but he sure as hell wouldn't turn down the chance to bottom. Riley, despite being slimmer and a few inches shorter, had a wicked streak that made Jonah's toes curl. They'd only brushed the surface, and Jonah knew damn well he'd let Riley do anything the man wanted.

The phone rang and Riley answered, not missing a beat in his typing. "Detective Pierce, Arcanum Division." A few seconds passed and then Riley chuckled. "There's two of us. I'm the nice one." He winked at Jonah, obviously ignoring Jonah's glare. "What can I do for you, Mr...?" He listened, then stopped typing altogether. "I see. When did this start?"

Curiosity got the better of Jonah and he shut the door behind him. Taking a seat on the corner of his brother's desk, he waited patiently.

"When will Mr. Grey be back in town? I think it best to get the full story directly from him." Riley nodded. "Yes, evening will be fine. We keep... odd hours here. A few of us are of the nocturnal sort, if you catch my drift." Riley grabbed a pen and scribbled something on a slip of paper. "Seven-thirty, Tuesday. Got it. Tell Mr. Grey we'll see him then." He hung up and sat back, blinking at the paper.


"We're meeting Erin Grey," Riley said, sounding more than a bit stunned.


Riley looked up at Jonah. "The lead singer of Grey's Valentine."

"Why are we meeting him? Surely you're not that hard-up for an autograph."

Riley scowled. "Fuck you."

"Gladly," Jonah said with a grin. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"Apparently Grey has gained himself a rather obsessed fan."

"Isn't this better suited to normal police departments?"

"Not when the fan vanishes in plain sight."


Friday, October 10, 2014

With Proper Maintenance by C.V. Madison

Named the youngest head engineer in the history of his company, Ethan Cole’s first voyage on the Platinum Bow is his chance to stand out from hisfather’s shadow. His dream is dashed by the roguish Cecil Goode, promoted to Ethan’s position just before the ship sets sail. When the Bow is hijacked by pirates, Ethan and Cecil have to work together to bring the pirates’ nearly wrecked ship to safety. Will they make it to port before the ship plummets from the sky? And what will become of the combustible passion between them? Will it outlast the pirate attack?

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Oct 11 Yeah Books!
Oct 14th Caffeine Crew

Excerpt 1
Ethan signed the bottom of the requisition form and gave the list another once-over. Accuracy was the key to a clean, tight, steam-powered airship. All forms were submitted in triplicate with neat, easy to read handwriting. Two copies would be on the captain’s desk within the hour, just as promised.
Three sharp raps brought him from his work as he finished the final pen stroke. Ethan set aside his quill, careful not to spill ink or make a mis-mark on the copied requisition forms, and pulled open the door.
Captain Quinn, a tall man with a head of thick black hair,  a lantern jaw with a cleft chin and, presently, five-o-clock shadow, filled the doorway. He wore no coat and tie, his shirt was unfastened three buttons down and his trousers hung wrinkled. Ethan hoped he covered his shock at the captain’s attire.
Good evening, Engineer Cole. I hope I find you well.”
Indeed. What might I do for you, Captain?”
Have you walked through the engine compartment? Is everything satisfactory for departure?”
I found a few pieces in need of attention. I am duplicating requisition forms now, sir.”
Requisition form?” The captain’s thick fingers pinched the corner and plucked the crisp page from Ethan’s grasp. “I can’t even read this.”
Ethan’s cheeks heated. How could he have been so foolish as to keep the original in hand when he answered the door?
I will make the submitted forms legible.”
Tut, tut, tut.” The captain wagged a stout finger and leaned in, his cologne mixing with the bourbon on his breath. “You come highly recommended. I have no worry. Go, find what you need, stop off at the office on the way back and give them your forms. I can’t exactly allow them to see me like this and expect to keep my job, now can I?”
Ethan shook his head and took a step back. The captain weaved in the doorway and, thankfully, returned from whence he came. Once the pervasive odor of stale bedsheets and hair oil dissipated, Ethan drew a breath of relief. If the captain didn’t dry out, Ethan would be certain they wouldn’t leave port. A captain should keep his wits about him at all times. At any point a mechanical failure or invading ship could kill an entire crew. Ethan would not become another casualty of piracy.

About the author
C.V. Madison is a licensed massage therapist, author, feminist and gamer full of schadenfreude pie and Mountain Dew. She pens urban fantasy, horror and steampunk with a side of heavy romance. Her characters are straight, LGBTQIA and some shades not on the spectrum. She has been published in both fiction and non-fiction anthologies.
Through the month of November, she can be found in local coffee houses, over caffeinated and armed with her trusty laptop as she strives to bang out 50,000 words in 30 days for National Novel Writer’s Month. She serves as a Municipal Liaison for Columbus, Ohio.
She is a writer for the Caffeine Crew and does book reviews and promotion for the Yeah Books! Blog.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014


COMING 10.09.14

Rafeal Connell is a very serious Dom, and he wanted Denny the moment he spotted the sexy little man dancing at Dante’s Dungeon. Rafe is used to getting what and who he wants. When Danny refuses, it sends Rafe into a whirlwind of arousal and confusion, especially since he knows the little submissive is interested.
Denny has desired Rafe since the moment he spotted the handsome Dom. He’s trained, planned, and did everything he could to get the man interested. And according to Rafe’s friends, that means playing hard to get, not an easy task when all Denny can think about is claiming his Dom.
But there’s someone else that has been watching Denny and he’s determined to have the submissive at any costs.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

“Fuck me raw!”
“Stunning, isn’t he, Rafe?”
“Breathtaking,” Rafael Connell whispered in awe as he watched the sexiest man he had ever laid eyes on dance his way across the top of the bar counter. His hips undulated, moving to and fro, as he swayed to the beat of the music like the tempo was created just for him.
The tight, black leather pants hugged his ass but hung low on his hips, giving the audience a glimpse of the man’s tight abdomen. The low lights of the club did nothing to hide the rippled muscles on display, nor the matching silver rings in his pierced nipples.
The man wore no jewelry other than the nipple rings, no collar of ownership. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. His only accessories seemed to be a pair of black leather boots, a Celtic sun tattoo encircling his belly button, and a long braid of sandy-blond hair.
“Who the hell is he?” Rafe asked. He realized he had been gone from the club for several weeks, but it hadn’t been that long. Could this man have suddenly appeared while he was off on a business trip?
Michael shrugged. “We call him D, but that is only because he won’t give anyone his real name. He showed up here about two weeks after you left for Hong Kong. He’s been coming in every Saturday since.”
“Yeah, just about.” Michael chuckled. “He sets the place on fire every damn weekend. It’s quite the sight to see.”
Rafe took a few steps closer. He had to get a better look. This man was glorious. Rafe could tell D was a submissive. His true nature showed in the way he moved, the way he lost himself to the music. Rafe bet he would lose himself the same way under the hands of his master, and Rafe wanted to be that master.
“Uh, Rafe?” Michael called out as Rafe took another step closer, his gaze riveted on the show just feet from where he stood. “He doesn’t go home with anyone, ever.”
Rafe glanced over his shoulder, smiling confidently. “He’ll go home with me.”
Michael looked doubtful. Rafe didn’t share his uncertainty. He’d been dominating other men as long as he’d known what to do with his dick. If this man’s whole demeanor wasn’t screaming master me, Rafe would eat his hat.
If he had a hat.
The music ended just as Rafe reached the edge of the dance floor. The man moved to the edge of the bar and made ready to jump down. Rafe quickly stepped in to play, holding his hand out to help the gorgeous man to the floor.
A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched, and then D took Rafe’s hand, jumping down from the bar to land next to him. A slow, sensuous grin began to play across D’s lips as he looked Rafe up and down.
“My knight in shining armor,” D drawled, not letting go of Rafe’s hand.
Rafe smirked. “Would you be the damsel in distress then?”
“Hardly.” The man chuckled. Rafe was surprised how much the soft laughter filled up the space around them, giving off an air of raw lust to anyone lucky enough to hear it. The sound sent a shiver of anticipation up Rafe’s spine. “I’m much better equipped than any damsel.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” Rafe asked, and then grinned. “Or a car?”
D chuckled again, withdrawing his hand. “While I appreciate the thought, I’m afraid I have to say no.” His head tilted to one side, a lock of sandy-blond hair falling over his cheek. “I already have a car.”
“Then how about that drink?”
“I have one of those, too.” D signaled the bartender, who brought him a fresh, still-sealed bottle of water. D nodded to the bartender, unscrewed the lid, breaking the seal, and then took a long drink.
Rafe groaned as he watched D’s throat muscles move as he swallowed. Oh, he was perfect. Rafe just bet D could suck cock and swallow with the best of them. He couldn’t wait to find out.
“So what can I get you then?”
“Who says I need anything?” D asked as he lowered the bottle from his lips and eyed Rafe.
“Are you saying I don’t have anything you might be interested in?” Rafe asked as he stood back and let the man look his fill.
And look he did.
Rafe felt D’s soft, grass-green eyes move over every inch of his body, down to his toes, then slowly, slowly back up. Rafe’s cock began to harden by the time the man’s eyes reached his knees. At his groin, he was marble hard. By the time the D’s gaze reached his chest, Rafe was afraid he’d come in his pants like an untried teenager.
The sexual tension arcing between them could have set the room on fire. Rafe was positive D felt it. His tanned skin was just a little too flushed. His eyes held a special sparkle that only a man very interested could have. And the impressive bulge in his pants screamed his need, a need Rafe desperately wanted to fill.
D smirked. “Oh, you have plenty I’d be interested in.” He set his bottled water down on the countertop, reached for his shirt, and pulled it on. “Unfortunately, I think you’d end up breaking my heart, and I’m not sure you’re that sexy.” The man’s eyes made another quick perusal of Rafe’s body, and his head cocked to one side. “Of course, I could be wrong.”
Rafe’s mouth dropped open as shock rocketed through him. The submissive of his dreams was turning and walking away. He couldn’t believe it. Subs never left him. He did the leaving. He watched D as he worked his way through the crowd then out the door.
“Struck out, did you?”
Rafe turned to glare at Michael.
Michael chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man, but I warned you. D doesn’t go home with anyone.”
“Who is he?”


“Do you like that, angel?”
“Please, sir.”
Rafe closed his eyes for a moment, Denny’s soft plea washing over him like a tidal wave. He knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere close to teaching Denny what he liked tonight. The need to fuck the man overwhelmed him. Rafe had to keep reminding himself that wasn’t part of the deal.
Denny whimpered when he stepped away and grinned. “I told you I like to watch, angel. Do you?” Rafe smirked at the small whimper that fell from Denny’s lips. It sounded like need… a need Rafe had every intention of filling. “No, I think I’ll keep you blindfolded. Maybe I will keep you blindfolded for the entire week, let you wonder what I am going to do to you next. Does that idea excite you, angel?”
He kicked his shoes to one side then reached for the buttons on his pants and undid them. He pushed his pants down his legs. Rafe watched Denny as folded his slacks and set them on top of his shoes. He moved closer to Denny and trailed his hand over the man’s abdomen as he stepped around him.
“I’m just as naked as you are now, angel,” Rafe whispered into Denny’s hair as he stepped up behind the man and pushed his hard cock against Denny’s backside. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
Rafe grabbed his cock and dragged it down the crease of Denny’s ass before stepping back. Despite Denny’s insistence that there be no penetration, the man was practically begging for it, pushing back against Rafe, his entire body shuddering.
“Does your rule about no penetration mean everything, or am I allowed to play with you a bit?”
Denny whimpered. “Everything, sir.”
Rafe was disappointed, but he had never broken the rules of a contract, and he wasn’t about to start now. However, the rules said nothing about playing with Denny’s cock. Rafe grinned as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft. Denny whimpered and thrust against his hand.
“Do I need to tie you down to keep you still, angel?” Rafe’s eyebrows shot up when he felt Denny shudder against him. “I think you like that idea, don’t you, angel?”
As much as he wanted to be balls-deep inside Denny in the next few seconds, the thought of having Denny bound while he fucked his mouth sent Rafe into a frenzy of need. Both ideas drove Rafe out of his mind, especially when Denny groaned and thrust against him. The man was begging to be fucked, and Rafe was dying to give him what he wanted. It nearly killed him not to be able to do exactly that.
Denny needed to know right from the beginning who was the Dom and who was the sub. Rafe dropped his fingers from around Denny’s cock and walked across the room to the remote.
“Hold on, angel.” Rafe hit the remote and watched Denny lower to the floor, his arms still held high by the hook in the ceiling. By the time Rafe hit the stop button with one hand, he had the other one wrapped around his cock to keep himself from coming before he could fuck Denny.
The sight of his angel bound with his hands in the air and kneeling on the floor was nearly too much for him. It would be too much for any man. Just another picture Rafe needed taken of the man. He decided he was buying a camera first thing in the morning. Right now, Rafe had a sub that needed his undivided attention.
Rafe walked back over to Denny and stood between the man’s spread thighs. He grabbed his cock and nudged the head against Denny’s lips until the man opened up and took him in.
Rafe liked having his hands free. As soon as Denny took him in, Rafe reached up and grabbed the chains holding Denny’s hands above his head. He watched as his cock slowly breached the man’s lips. Inch by slow inch, Rafe pushed in, until he felt his balls press up against Denny’s chin.
“You are so fucking good at this, angel.” Rafe sucked in a hissing breath as he took a moment to savor the feeling of Denny sucking his cock. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything so good in his life, and he’d been with a lot of subs.
Rafe watched again as he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside Denny’s mouth. It was almost as fascinating to watch as it was to feel. Rafe pushed back in slowly, not wanting things to be over too soon, not this time, this first time. He imagined he’d be fucking Denny’s mouth many times over the next week, but there was only one first time with a new sub.
“Fuck, angel,” Rafe groaned.