Saturday, January 31, 2015

Eastern Embrace by Olivia Black and Stormy Glenn

By the King’s Command… Daimyo Akihiro Shimada didn’t have the hatred for humans that many of his kind did. It was a known fact that humans were weak. Every dragon knew that. When the king commands him to take a human as a mate, Akihiro is instantly smitten with Isei but fully aware that he must treat his mate with gentle care, even if his gut instincts say otherwise.
Isei Hironaka is a second son. He has no chance of ever being anything more than he is until he is forced to impersonate his brother at the King’s coronation ceremony. When the new king orders him to mate with a dragon, Isei is positive his ruse will be discovered. Mating to strengthen the bond between clan and clutch is one thing. Staying mated is an all together different story, especially when those around Akihiro and Isei believe dragons and humans have no business falling in love and they will do everything within their power to keep them apart.

Isei Hironaka rubbed the back of his neck as he stared out the window into the black night beyond. The clouds had gathered, obscuring the moon and blanketing the entire world in shadows.
The ominous darkness reminded him of the hole he could feel himself sinking further into with each passing moment. It didn’t just come from the lack of sleep he had experienced the night before as he tossed and turned, unable to catch a wink of sleep, but from the nightmare his life had become.
He had been sick to his stomach ever since receiving the order from his older brother—and the leader of his clan—to pose as him for the coronation of the new king. Isei just knew someone was going to see him and know he wasn’t the daimyo. When he had tried to explain this to his brother, his ardent protests had fallen on deaf ears, or ears that simply didn’t want to hear what he had to say.
Since he arrived for the royal coronation, and for every social event he had been required to attend, Isei tried to hide in the shadows as he anxiously waited for someone to recognize him, to out him in front of the whole party of guests gathered to celebrate the crowning of a new king. He was going to be a basket case by the time the actual coronation arrived.
Luckily, Isei was saved from any embarrassment when he was finally able to excuse himself. He had rushed to the rooms he had been assigned as fast as was humanly possible and locked the doors behind him. He had to stay a few more days, attend a few more functions, but then he hoped to hurry home just as fast as he had hurried to his guest quarters.
Isei leaned his head against the cooling glass, staring out the window in the direction of his homeland. His heart panged with longing. He wanted to go home. Life might not be perfect back home, but it was a life he was used to. He knew how to behave to insure he stayed out from under his brother’s iron fist and watchful eye. On most days, sometimes even weeks on end, his brother didn’t even acknowledge he existed.
And then there were days like last week when he had been summoned to his brother’s chambers and informed of Yoshisada’s grand scheme to send Isei to the capital city instead of going himself. Yoshisada, apparently, had better things to do than attend the royal coronation of their new king.
Isei wanted to tell Yoshisada that his plan was a very bad idea, but after being warned of the consequences, he knew he wouldn’t breathe a single word to his clan leader. Daimyo Yoshisada Hironaka was not a forgiving man, even with his younger brother—especially with his younger brother. If Isei defied Yoshisada, he would be punished, most likely publicly whipped so others would know not to defy the powerful daimyo.
Still, Isei knew deep in the depths of his soul that lying to the king—even if he was a newly crowned king—was a very bad idea. If anyone ever found out, there would be hell to pay that not even Yoshisada could conceive of.
A loud knock at the door sent Isei’s already nervous body into a full-fledged tremble. Forcing himself to stand, Isei smoothed a hand down his colorful robes and walked toward the door. His tongue felt too thick for his mouth as he tried to lick his dry lips.
Opening the door, Isei stared at two extremely large royal guards. Oh no! They figured it out.
 “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice a tiny squeak. Isei knew instantly that he had made a mistake when one of the guards raised a questioning brow. Standing straight, he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, taking on his older brother’s regal air. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
“Daimyo Hironaka, the king has requested your presence in the throne room.”
Isei swallowed down his panic and kept his facial features carefully blank. Maybe they didn’t know exactly who he was after all. “Now?”
“Yes, we’re here to escort you.”
“Of course.” Isei waved a dismissive hand in the air, mimicking an action he’d seen his brother perform many times over the years. “Lead the way.”
Isei wasn’t sure why the king wanted an audience with him, but he assumed, since the guards referred to him as Daimyo Hironaka, it was a good sign.
As he closed the door behind him, the guards took up positions on either side of him, and they started walking down the long stone corridor. He felt small compared to the giant dragon guards, but tried not to appear intimidated. He wasn’t Isei Hironaka at this moment. Instead, he was the leader of his people and he needed to remember that fact while in the presence of the king. It was important that he didn’t bring shame to his family. If anyone found out the truth, he could be banished, or worse.
With each step he took toward the throne room, Isei became increasingly paranoid and anxious. His stomach was one big knot. His eyes darted around the palace, looking at each face and hoping no one recognized him. His palms were moist, and sweat trickled down his neck and his heart beat rapidly, making him slightly dizzy.
When the large double doors that led into the throne room came into view, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to proceed. Should he turn on his heel and run? Was it possible to escape the royal guards?
Isei tried to keep his outward appearance calm as he fell apart on the inside. The doors opened, and he was ushered inside. There were two men inside the room—the king was sitting in his large golden throne atop a long dais. A man in long, flowing purple robes—Isei recognized him as the king’s advisor—stood to one side of the throne. Two heavily armed guards on either side of the dais.
Another man stood on the floor before the dais, his back to Isei.
Squaring his shoulders and drawing in a deep breath to stop his stuttering heart, Isei walked down the white marble-tiled floor toward the king. He kept his eyes focused on the floor, even though he felt the man’s eyes on him. A strange sensation passed over him, and Isei wondered if the hoax was up. Would the king punish him? Was this his end?


“I’ve done this before,” Isei said, and quickly looked away as if embarrassed by his own words.
“With a dragon?” Akihiro found it slightly interesting how much that thought unsettled him, but only slightly. Mostly, he felt an overwhelming need to put his mark on the little human so that others would know he was taken.
He almost wished that Isei was a dragon so that he could fill the man with his seed and watch his egg grow inside of him. The three dots that would appear on Isei’s face if he was pregnant would tell the whole world of his claim.
“No,” Isei murmured.
“Then technically you are a virgin.” He snorted before opening the jar of lube. No human was up to the standards of a dragon when it came to intimate matters. They had no concept of what it meant to be claimed by a dragon.
Slicking up his fingers, Akihiro planted a large dollop onto Isei’s exposed hole before closing the jar. Using one finger, he circled the tightly clenched rosette, massaging the skin, until Isei relaxed his muscles. Applying pressure, Akihiro slowly sank one finger inside Isei’s body and paused, waiting for the man to allow him entrance. When the muscles around his finger relaxed, Akihiro moved his hand, pumping the digit slowly.
“Mmmm.” Isei let out a moan as he closed his eyes and started moving his hips, impaling his ass on Akihiro’s finger. It was the most beautiful thing Akihiro had ever seen—real and raw. “More…more,” Isei panted out, and the dragon obliged, adding another digit. “Oh, yeah.”
Akihiro stared at Isei in amazement as he mentally recorded the human’s facial features and sounds. Gone was the timid, quiet mouse, and in his place was a demanding nymph. It was incredible to listen to, and he hoped that he’d get to hear a lot more when his cock slid into the man’s tight little body.
He quickly added a third finger and then a fourth, scissoring them wide. Dragons were well-endowed, much more so than any human Isei might have encountered in the past, and the last thing Akihiro wanted to do was cause his mate any pain.
The beautiful man should only feel pleasure.
“Getting close…” Isei panted out, his cinnamon-brown eyes going a little wild.
Akihiro pulled his fingers free. He climbed off the bed for a moment and started removing his clothing, never once taking his eyes off of Isei’s face. He needed to see Isei’s reaction to what he was revealing.
As expected, the human’s mouth dropped open, his eyes flaring in surprise as he stared at the hard dick jutting out from Akihiro’s groin. His cock was different from the humans, not only in length and girth, but also because of the ridges, veins, and nubs that ran the length of his shaft. Akihiro himself was around ten inches in length and two in diameter. That was why he’d taken time to prepare Isei’s body to accept him.
With a thick coat of lubricant deep inside of the human’s ass and the added lube nature provided by Akihiro’s cumtube, he knew Isei would be feeling nothing but pleasure. The cumtube would inject his mate with added lubricant that would not only ease Akihiro’s way but would make Isei more sensitive to the small nubs that lined the length of his cock and the frills along the ridged tip.
Climbing back onto the bed, Akihiro leaned forward and placed a kiss on Isei’s lips. It started off gentle and exploratory as he moved his hands up and down the man’s chest, but soon the kiss turned into something wild with full tongue and teeth. They both were lost, touching and tasting, and Akihiro knew the man’s fear was slowly dissipating.
Lifting Isei’s thighs over his arms, Akihiro lined his cock up to Isei’s clenching entrance. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and rein in his excitement. Isei’s free hand automatically moved off him, wrapping around the headboard as his body tightened.
“Okay, I want you to push out as I push in, okay?”
Isei nodded as he tightened his hold, his knuckles turning white. Akihiro hated to see the fearful look in the human’s eyes, but he didn’t have any choice. They both needed to follow the king’s orders. There was no time to wine and dine, but later, Akihiro promised he would.
Slowly pushing forward, Akihiro breached him, the studded head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscles. Akihiro paused for a moment to give his mate time to adjust to his massive size then pushed forward.
“Oh,” Isei moaned. “It feels good.”

Monday, January 26, 2015

The Sarrans Return, Book 3 by A.C. Katt

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    The Sarrans are back and have a new mission. Besides, chocolate, cats and fems the Elder Council wants then to rescue battered women from their abusers. The council was horrified when they found out that fems were not only homeless on Earth, but the authorities permitted Warriors to abuse their fems, the kind of abuse that on Sarran is a death sentence.

   Mark and Juraens know their fem is somewhere on Earth. But they didn’t think they’d find her among the abused. The Warrior Pair hear her son, Michael’s, psychic scream and come to find their fem almost mortally injured fighting her husband wielding a baseball bat with four year old Michael and her psychic cat Chou trying to save her.

   Sara is the daughter of would-be presidential candidate Senator Sam Johnson from New Jersey. Can the Warriors get Sam to come to Sarran with Sara? Will they be successful in their mission to begin the process of a United Earth at the UN and can they get the sentient cats like Aloysius, an old Tom and Shadow, a kit to help them.

Mary Lynn Hansel
Author, Gay Romance, Writing as AC Katt

An Unexpected Win by Jenna Byrnes

A game of poker sets the stage to change three men’s lives forever.

Carter Perry is playing the poker hand of his life. The game is no limit Texas hold ’em, and he has a hand that no self-respecting player could toss. Unfortunately, the pot is growing steeper by the minute and Carter’s wallet is nearly empty. He’s had a few drinks and when he runs out of money he decides to offer up the one thing of value he’s got left—his submissive. For one night.

Trey Mitchell’s been watching the game from his knees, at the side of the table with the other subs. He knew going into the game that the stakes were high, but his Master is a professional poker player and he has never dreamt that the man might lose against a table of amateurs. Tension is thick as the hands are revealed. Carter goes ballistic when he loses, but hands over Trey’s leash to the handsome, hunky Native American who goes by the name of ‘Hawk’.

Yuma Nighthawk has his eye on Trey all night long and for him, the poker game couldn’t have ended better. Assuring Carter that he’ll take care of his sub in accordance with the rules set out by the Rose & Thorn Society, he instructs his own submissive, Kel, to make sure a drunken Carter gets home safely. He has other plans, which include ravishing Trey and hatching a plot to make the man his own.

Publisher's Note: The books in this series are linked solely by theme. Each story can be read on its own and the stories can be read in any order.

Available from Totally Bound on Jan. 30. Available everywhere Feb. 27.
Jenna Byrnes
Page Scorching Erotic Romance

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

HIGHLAND HEART by Stormy Glenn & Olivia Black

King’s Command 1
By Stormy Glenn & Olivia Black
By the King’s Command…
Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignited when the king commanded they mate and fortify his borders to the north. He was heartbroken when he discovered that his new mate had no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?
Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.
Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.
Artúr groaned as he rolled over and snuggled against the warm naked body curled up on the mattress next to him. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so damn much the night before but the party had been going so well, and the drinks flowing like water.
His head was pounding. Oh wait. That was the door.
With the thought of killing whoever was making his head throb, Artúr rolled to the side of the bed and got to his feet. He winced when his bare feet touched the cold stone floor. He missed the furs he had at home. Artúr stumbled to the large wooden door, and flung it open, ready to take the head off of whoever had interrupted his sleep.
Or not.
“Can I help you?” he asked as he took in the two extremely large royal guards standing in his doorway. Well, they kind of stood just beyond it. They wouldn’t fit in his doorway at the same time. Artúr wasn’t even sure they would fit through the doorway one at a time.
What did they feed these guys?
Oh, right…cows…entire cows.
“Laird Artúr,” one of the guards said in a booming voice that made Artúr wince, “the king has requested your presence in the throne room.” 
Artúr blinked. “Now?”
It wasn’t even light out yet. Artúr was pretty sure he had just gone to sleep. And he had really been enjoying himself. The cute little cocktail server he had taken to his bed last night was still tucked in his bed, which was exactly where Artúr wanted to be.
When the guard just continued to look down at him with a deadpan expression, Artúr rolled his eyes. These guys had no mercy, or sense of humor. “Do I have time to take a shower?” It wasn’t against the law to appear before the king smelling of sex but it was kind of rude.
The guard leaned forward and sniffed, his lip curling back in a disgusted grimace. Considering he was standing there stark ass naked with a gorgeous little blond in his bed, what had created that smell shouldn’t have been surprising.
“Ten minutes,” The guard said.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll wait.”
Or course they would. Both guards turned and took up positions in front of the door. Artúr stared at them for a moment before remembering he only had ten minutes. He shut the door and turned, rubbing his hand down his face as he tried to pull together the inebriated brain cells in his head.
Called before the king.
While the previous night was a little bit of a blur, Artúr was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything that would bring his clan shame or land him in the dungeon. And, while he wasn’t the king’s favorite, he wasn’t his enemy either.
Things had been tense in the highlands but they were tense everywhere. Relation between humans and dragons had been tense for centuries. It was nothing new. And even if they were tense, there had been no real battles between the two races in several years.
After taking over as laird after his father’s death, he had worked very hard to bring about a truce between his clan and the dragon clutch that shared his highland territory. So far, except for a few small skirmishes by idiots with too much time on their hands and alcohol in their systems, things had been relatively quiet.
Artúr was really hoping to keep it that way.
He walked into the bathroom and climbed into the tub, thankful for the wonderful copper tubing that brought hot water into his bath with the turn of knob. Artúr scrubbed down, doing the quickest wash job he had done since military school. Shit, shower, and shave. He had been an expert at getting it done in under ten minutes. Of course, that had been over fifteen years ago. He preferred long hot soaks in the tub now days.
Artúr dried himself off just enough so that his clothes wouldn’t stick to his body and then walked back into the bedroom, heading straight to his traveling bag. Thankfully, he had packed for a few days when he had been ordered to attend the king’s coronation—a month long affair.
He grabbed out a clean pair of black leather pants with matching black leather vest. The white shirt he wore underneath the vest was tight around his torso but loose in the arms, tapering down to his wrists. Artúr finished off his outfit with black leather boots that came up to just below his knees and his silver ceremonial dagger in a sheath at his hip.
Artúr ran his fingers through his hair as he headed for the door, pulling it open and stepping out. He cast one last regretful look at the gorgeous little man still sleeping in his bed and then shut the door. He would so much rather be back in bed with the sexy little server right now. Attending the king first thing in the morning was not his idea of a good time. Still, an order was an order and if he was going to be restrained, he preferred to do it with a lover and not the guy in charge of the dungeon…unless he was really cute.
Artúr waved his hand, gesturing down the hallway. “Lead the way.”

Artúr moaned and shifted under the thick blanket. He was having the most amazing dream, but somehow he knew he was waking up from it. He didn’t want it to end. Warm moisture surrounded his cock as suction slowly built, sending his body into a whirlwind of pleasure that he hoped never to recover from.
Shivers coursing throughout Artúr’s body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth of Dainéal’s body. His legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was too much. Dainéal’s tongue was teasing his cock as the dragon lapped at his shaft, running his tongue along the length.
“Shit!” Artúr shouted when Dainéal began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Dainéal’s unnaturally long tongue flickered over the very tip of Artúr’s cock, his lips creating a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.
Dainéal murmured Artúr’s name around his cock, sending Artúr into a wild frenzy of lust. He began to fuck Dainéal’s mouth in earnest, watching as the head of his cock slid down the dragon’s throat over and over again. Artúr’s legs shook, his body stiffening as his orgasm drew ever closer.
Was it too early to come?
His back arched, and he cried out when Dainéal slid his fingers into Artúr’s ass, making his cum erupt in spurts of white ribbons. Artúr’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of lightning shot through his body.
“My turn.”
Artúr blinked, trying to clear his cloudy vision.
His turn?
“Wha—Oh, mother of pearl!” Artúr’s entire body clenched as he was impaled on the glorious studded dick from his dreams, one that inquisitively poked and prodded in all the right places. The arched ridges that encircled the thick shaft scraped along Artúr’s sweet spot with every thrust.
The astonishing length and impressive girth took Artúr’s breath away. It had been way too many years since he had felt something of that size in his ass.
Glancing up, Artúr saw that Dainéal’s vivid blue eyes burned with an intense hunger that took Artúr’s breath away. The dragon was going to eat him alive.
Artúr closed his eyes and pushed back. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Artúr’s body to the hilt. Artúr could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it as Dainéal began to move inside of him.
“I’m going to fuck you until I come in your hot, tight ass,” Dainéal whispered into Artúr’s ear.
“God, yes!” His throbbing cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing Artúr further. He arched his back higher as a breathless moan escaped his lips “So deep…inside. God, Dainéal…I can feel you.”
Dainéal pounded Artúr’s ass harder. Artúr’s body arched into the dragon’s as Dainéal plunged into him over and over again, the small nubs that line the length of Dainéal’s cock caressing him, enticing him, drawing a moan from deep within his soul. Every inch of his body was hypersensitive and greedy for the man’s touch. Artúr couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold Dainéal tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening inside of him.
Artúr tightened his inner muscles as the ridges that ran from the root of Dainéal's shift up to his bellybutton rubbed along the sensitive sac beneath his cock. There was so much stimulation, Artúr didn’t know how much longer he would last.
“Dainéal…oh my…fuck…Dainéal…” It had been so long since he had felt this level of ecstasy. No one he had been with over the last fifteen years had given Artúr this much pleasure.
Only Dainéal.
And Dainéal was driving him insane with pleasure as it washed over Artúr’s body. His balls drew up tight against his body and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Not when Dainéal was fucking him so thoroughly.
“Artúr!” Dainéal cried, “Can't stop, can't…”
“Do it!” Artúr said when he saw that Dainéal’s canines had dropped down.
When Dainéal bit into Artúr’s shoulder, that was all she wrote. Artúr arched his back and screamed as the pleasure burst inside of him. With a rush of liquid that would have terrified him at any other time, Artúr came, and came hard. Dainéal plunged deep and hard, elongating Artúr’s climax. Never had he come so hard and so exhaustingly. It felt like his seed was being jerked from his soul rather than the tight sac beneath his cock.
Hips sharply pistoned, meeting Artúr's ass with every upward thrust, breaths became short and ragged. With a lick of his long tongue, Dainéal sealed the wound and gave a few more thrusts, then buried himself deep as he came hard.
Artúr’s breath caught again when the Dainéal’s cock, already impossibly hard and huge in his ass, thickened, anchoring the dragon inside of Artúr as he pumped his seed deep within Artúr’s ass.
As he went boneless, Dainéal’s rocking motion slowed before the bigger man finally rolled them to the side, their bodies drenched in sweat. The room smelled strongly of sex and sweet pheromones. Artúr took deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath. It took a few minutes before his brain began to finally function once more.
Part of him wanted to regret what had just happened, but he couldn’t. Even after all the years apart, when Dainéal touched him, it felt the exact same. The dragon had the ability to rip his heart wide open and make him feel.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Meet Me at the Gates by Kelly Wyre


Outer Banks bookstore owner Hyacinth Silver Fox has a secret millennia in the making: her soul was magically entwined with another, and at night she dreams of every lifetime they've ever spent together. The rules of their magic are simple: Hydee always knows her lover, but he, or she, doesn't remember her. It's up to Hydee to find and make her soulmate see they are destined for each other, and this lifetime is no different, but there's one problem: her soulmate is Theo Monk, heartthrob actor and Hollywood's sometime-infamous badboy. Hydee's hope of reuniting is wearing thin, but she has no idea how dire the situation really is.

Because meanwhile in California, Theo Monk is losing his mind. Anxiety and paranoia rule his life, along with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and her entourage. When fear and frustration push him to an edge, Theo cuts and runs as far from his problems as he can without knowing Fate's giving him one last shot to unite with the only person who can help him. Hydee and Theo must save one another before hope runs out and Hydee's despair and Theo's fear keep them apart forever.

Hydee stared at the pile of pillows at the base of her wall. “I remember the first time I dreamed of him.”

Lynne and Adir inched closer. “Yeah?” Lynne said. “Tell us.”

“You’ve heard it before.”

“I like the dream stories,” Adir said.

Hydee drew a long breath and blew an even longer sigh. “It’s not the earliest life on our timeline, but it’s the first one I remember seeing. I think we were in Africa, and it was a long time ago. In the dream, we met as kids. We were part of the same village by the water. Everyone fished, and he was showing me how he could stab one in the water with the spear his father had made him. We were small and thin and hungry. We wouldn’t live past our early twenties, but I would live those years with him. We had children of our own, and he made our son a spear.” Hydee drank and tried to center herself. “The first time I had that dream, I didn’t even know it was Theo Monk.”

“I know,” Lynne said. “Your mom called him your little dream boy.”

“Oh yeah. Harmless, those dreams. No big deal.” Hydee felt herself smile without mirth. “Then one day Mom and I were in the living room…” Hydee trailed off because she’d recounted this story so many times, she wasn’t sure she could get through it again.

“Go on,” Lynne said when she knew Hydee’s will was faltering.

Hydee closed her eyes. “I was nine, and I was drawing in a notebook and sitting on the floor. Mom was at the table by the front door, smoking next to the open window. It was raining. The TV was on. We had a little thirteen-inch thing that picked up four channels on good days and one on bad days. It was a bad day. So Mom was watching a soap opera.”

The Dawning Light,” Lynne said.

“Yeah, and then he was there. The person in my dreams knocked on the door to some woman’s house on the show, and she opened it, and I knew him.”

“It’s the eyes,” Lynne said softly. “You say it really is something about the eyes.”

Hydee nodded. “The soul looking at me through them is always the same.”

Lynne picked up the story. “So then you did what any kid would do. You pointed at the screen and said, ‘Mama, look! It’s the man I’m going to marry.’ And Glenda’s like”—Lynne mimed taking a drag off a smoke and rasped in a two-pack-a-day voice—“‘Yeah, honey. Me fuckin’ too.’”

Adir laughed a little, as though he wasn’t sure he should, and Hydee ran her hands over her face. “It’s always been way more than a crush.”

“That’s because it is more than a crush,” Lynne pointed out. “You bound your soul to another soul in some magic ritual of the gods some ten bazillion years ago or whatever, and now you dream about you and your soul mate together in every lifetime you’ve ever lived. That’s not a crush, that’s destiny.”

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Monday, January 5, 2015

A Dangerous Reality by Layla Wolfe

Layla Wolfe
Book 1 of The Bent Zealots MC

Keep your lovers close—and your enemies in bed.

My club sent me to track him down.  And when my mission was over, I never wanted another one again.  When I found him, I kicked the crap out of Havelock Singer.  I issued the mightiest beatdown of all time.  Problem is, we’re evenly matched.  We’re equals in every way, and when we finished whaling on each other, exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms.
It’s been the ride of my life.  But loving another man in the MC world is a risky business.  As if our business isn’t already brutal and ruthless enough, Lock’s sergeant-at-arms Stumpy blackmails us into doing some of his dirty work, or be exposed for what we are—a couple of deviants.
This run into the Indian reservation is sleazy and beneath us, but now I’m cornered, and I’ll do anything to keep my sweet Master Lock from being lynched by his club.

When that kingpin Carmine Rojas got a load of my beautiful stallion Turk Blackburn, he’d stop at nothing to have him.  It’s my fault we’re in this situation.  I should’ve kicked Turk’s ass and sent him packing back to The Bare Bones. 
I can hear my destiny calling me.  Either I’ll slink back to my club like a slimy bounty hunter with no morals—and no respect from anyone in my own backyard—or I’ll step up to the plate and be the lion of the day. 
Either way, we’re screwed. Our clubs are going to hound us underground or into another country before we escape this mess—if we don’t die trying.
Publisher’s warning:  This book is not for the faint of heart.  It contains scenes of gay sex, consensual BDSM, illegal doings, dubious consent, and man-on-man violence.

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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.

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.

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