tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48591146289914385052024-03-18T02:14:37.414-07:00Honey Bunny PromosHoney Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.comBlogger803125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-84540347851144315662016-07-31T20:58:00.000-07:002016-07-31T20:58:08.325-07:00Tall, Dark, and Vampire by Dion Crosse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">BLURB:</span></u></b></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Human blood is an illicit and addictive drug--if
you're a vampire. Termed Red, it causes insanity and death. Red-addicted
vampires called Poisoners are killing women, leaving behind bodies and risking
exposure of the vampire race. Then one victim survives… </span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Tall,
Dark, and Vampire</span></u></b></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"I was drawn in right
away and stayed up late to finish. Hope this is the first in a series!"</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Vampires look human. They sound
human. They eat Pastrami on Rye just like the rest of us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">But they’re not like the rest
of us. They’re like humans…on radioactive steroids.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Twenty-five years ago physician and vampire Evan Nichols
lost everything. Now he’s got a second chance, but a crazed vampire from Evan’s
past has other ideas…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Dr. Evan Nichols, oncologist
and vampire, has chosen a monk-like existence, focusing on patient care and
research benefitting his vampire brethren. Twenty-five years ago his world
changed forever—the night he lost his fiancee and discovered his vampire
heritage. Now his government has ordered him to choose a partner. It’s an
unwelcome prospect, until he meets a human female.<br />
Wary of relationships, Tara West pours her energies into inventing cutting-edge
climbing equipment. Avoiding romantic entanglements has simplified her life.
Despite her best intentions to resist, she finds herself involved with Nichols.
<br />
When a Red-addicted vampire poisons Tara, Evan rescues her, but that alone
won’t save her life. The toxin kills in one hundred hours. Tara’s only chance
is an antidote, a cure requiring the venom of the bastard who poisoned her.
Evan must find this Poisoner before the madman dies of his addiction. With time
running out, Evan races to formulate the cure before he loses his chance at
love.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">BIO</span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Once upon a time there was a little
girl who loved vampires. Books, movies, daytime TV--it didn’t matter. The
creatures weren’t frightening as much as fascinating, and Dion would have loved
to meet one. She was sure they had to be real, and the media had added all the
scary parts that couldn’t be true: sleeping in coffins, turning into a bat,
biting everyone in sight, burned up by sunlight. Weren’t they more human than
animal? Yes, they were like humans, but with a little superhero mixed in. And
wouldn’t it be fun to write it all down! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After years of workshops and countless
false starts, Dion hopped on a computer and began typing the story of her
imagined vampires and their world. It was paranormal, but there had to be
romance, right? She wrote. And edited. And rewrote. And edited and rewrote some
more until the vampires were ready for primetime in the world of fiction. She
has a fascination for paranormal romance and hopes to one day have a second
career as an author, but for now she’ll keep her day job. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dion lives in the Midwest and is at
work on another manuscript. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tall-Dark-Vampire-Dion-Crosse-ebook/dp/B01HP3FQ6M/">https://www.amazon.com/Tall-Dark-Vampire-Dion-Crosse-ebook/dp/B01HP3FQ6M/<span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"></span></a></span></div>
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Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-8368202823531708552016-07-14T21:49:00.002-07:002016-07-14T21:49:17.183-07:00BARLCAY by BELLANN SUMMER & STORMY GLENN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TN1vwVmAMus/V4hqwdg7d8I/AAAAAAAADxI/gBYsmT5QHgkMb3XKCe-8MCLpK0INJR2pQCLcB/s1600/mem-bssg-bb-barclay3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TN1vwVmAMus/V4hqwdg7d8I/AAAAAAAADxI/gBYsmT5QHgkMb3XKCe-8MCLpK0INJR2pQCLcB/s400/mem-bssg-bb-barclay3.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<div class="yiv0091807179MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40825" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40832" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">BARLCAY</span></div>
<div class="yiv0091807179MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40826" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40831" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Battle Bunnies 4</span></div>
<div class="yiv0091807179MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40826" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40831" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/book/barclay" target="_blank">http://www.bookstrand.com/book/barclay </a></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40828" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">[</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40830" rel="nofollow"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40829" style="color: blue; font-family: Times New Roman;">Siren Ménage Everlasting
ManLove:</span></a><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40827" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Erotic Alternative Ménage a
Trois Paranormal Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to
love. </span></em></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">With
the scientist's evil slowly killing him, Barclay knows he has a limited amount
of time to complete his plans. Only his sweet duck keeps Barclay sane and in
control of the Battle Bunnies. When he discovers his third mate, the world as
Barclay knows it turns on its axis. But is it too late?</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot stayed in duck form to please Barclay. Now Barclay
is on death’s door and their mate, Tavarus, is demanding Elliot help bring him
back to the land of the living. But is it too late?</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus knows that trying to deny a mating is futile.
It’s time to show Barclay and Elliot the error of their ways. In this mating,
Tavarus is the one in charge, and he is more than ready to handle a feisty duck
and show his bunny how indestructible a true mating can be. For Tavarus, it’s
never too late to find love.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Note: This book contains double anal
penetration.</span></em></div>
<div class="yiv0091807179MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">http://www.bookstrand.com/book/barclay</span></div>
<div align="center" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40641" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">STORY EXCERPT</span></strong></div>
<div align="center" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40640" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40638" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40639" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Sitting cross legged on the middle of the bed, Barclay
cuddled the duck close. “I’m sorry, little one. I know I’ve asked much of you,
but you can’t shift into your human form, not yet.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40617" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40616" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Clay
ran his chin over the duck’s downy head. “We both know I wouldn’t be able to
stop from mating with you. It’s all I long for, but the scientists said I would
transfer the poison to you and our union would cause both of us to die within
minutes.” Clay closed his eyes, trying to withstand the constant agony pushing
through his insides. “I will die soon anyway, but I will not take you with
me.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Clay
smiled as the duck nibbled at the tips of his finger. The bird was the only
thing keeping him sane over the last few months. He was the only one Clay could
talk to.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“At
least my idea to find companions for my brothers has finally paid off.” Clay
lightly scratched under the duck’s eye and was rewarded by a dreamy look
covering its sweet face. “I had hoped by exposing them to paranormals in the lab
rescues that somehow they would find someone to help elevate their heartache
when I’m gone. How wonderful it is that they found real mates. At first, I was
sure it was a trick of the scientists, but they have proved to be true mates of
the soul.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
duck turned his head and took one of Clay’s fingers into his bill before tugging
on it. “What is it, little one?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
moment Clay loosened his embrace, the duck launched into the air and landed by
the door. When he began jabbing at the door with his bill, Clay knew what he
wanted.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“You’re feeling it, too, aren’t you?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
duck looked at Clay and waited.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“What if it is a trick? Their deceptions know no bounds.”
The scientist’s tricks were Clay’s greatest fear. As a child, he had fallen for
so many while imprisoned in the labs. “What if this urge to go to that lab is a
trap to capture us so they can do something despicable to both of
us?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
duck continued to stare at Clay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Clay
rubbed his forehead trying to cope with the constant ache. If it grew any worse
he wouldn’t be able to think anymore. Looking back at the duck, he gave in.
“Alright, I will go check out this lab and see what’s going on, but you are
staying here where it’s safe.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
duck responded by plopping down on the floor in front of the door.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Clay
raised one eyebrow. “I can easily move you out of the way, little
one.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
duck tipped his head to the side and Clay swore it raised both of its
nonexistent eyebrows. Without saying a word, the ten pounds of feathers could do
something no one else could get away with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Change Clay’s mind.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Sighing, Clay left the bed and suited up in his tactical
gear. Once he was ready, he looked at the duck. “Alright, let’s go, but be extra
quiet,” he warned. “We don’t want anyone to know we’re gone.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">As
he slipped out of the room, Clay wondered why he couldn’t resist the
overpowering need to go to this lab. An unbreakable, heavy chain around his soul
was drawing him in. He could do nothing about it</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40818" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">What
was waiting for him? He only sensed it was big and overwhelming. Somehow he knew
that much. Well, so be it. He had nothing to lose in this life but the nonstop,
debilitating, excruciating pain. With the duck waddling behind, Clay went to
meet his fate.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40817" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Getting out of the mansion with a duck in tow was a
little easier than he had anticipated. Clay expected one of his brothers to come
around the corner at any moment. One of Dario's soldiers at the very
least.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He
didn't see anyone.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40815" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">At
the front door, Clay leaned down and picked up the duck. From here on out, he
would be in too much of a hurry to wait for his feathered mate to follow him
with his less than graceful walk. They would need to move as fast as possible if
they wanted to avoid being seen.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40643" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40642" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And
they wanted to avoid being seen. Clay didn't think any of his brothers would
understand his need to investigate a building he had never told them about. In
fact, they would be seriously pissed. Clay didn't have time to deal with them
right now, or their mates. The need growing in his gut was getting bigger and
more painful.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40814" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40813" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Clay
knew he didn't have much longer before the pain overwhelmed him. He had done
what he had set out to do and found mates for three of his four brothers. He
just needed to hang on long enough to help Basil find his mate.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40812" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40811" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And
discover what was drawing him to this new facility. Trepidation made his heart
beat a little faster. As much as he was being drawn to the place, he was also
afraid to go. What would he find there? Who would he find there?</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></strong></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40807" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Wide
eyes stared at Tavarus for a moment before Elliot obeyed his order. Soon there
would be no hesitation as trust between them grew stronger.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40806" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40805" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Lift your knees, little duck.” Tavarus pulled down the
sheet covering Clay, leaving it hanging off the end of the bed.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40804" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For
the first time, Tavarus surveyed his gorgeous mates together and in all their
naked glory. Sweet Elliot’s legs were braced high and spread wide to accompany
Clay’s gauze covered torso. Tavarus reached out and fingered the tempting sac
peeking out between his slim legs. Oh, the things he could do with that soft bag
of fun.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40803" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40802" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Tavy.” Elliot shifted back, pushing his testicles fully
into Tavarus’s hand.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40801" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40800" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus blinked, surprised at the nickname Elliot called
him. He didn’t think anyone in the world other than his tiny mate could get away
with calling him <em>Tavy</em>. Tavarus mentally shook his head, wondering what
else the little duck would spring on him.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40799" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40798" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He
rewarded Elliot’s reactions to his playing by putting a little more pressure on
his sac. Elliot responded by throwing back his head and crying out again. Pretty
shivers rippled over Elliot’s golden skin.</span></div>
<div style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Kiss our sleeping beauty on the corner of his mouth,
Elliot,” Tavarus urged. “Show him what he’s missing by hiding from
us.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40796" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40797" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus watched as Elliot leaned down and placed a light
kiss next to Clay’s mouth. There was no reaction, which didn’t surprise him. It
was going to take more than a soft kiss to change the mind of their
set-in-his-ways bunny leader.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40795" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40794" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Taste our mate’s lips, and then come share with me.”
Tavarus trailed his fingertips down the inside of Elliot’s leg and over the top
of Clay’s thigh.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40770" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40769" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Warmth pooled in Tavarus’s lower belly at Elliot’s
enthusiasm. His small tongue lapped at Clay’s lips until they glistened before
going in for a deep kiss. Satisfaction filled Tavarus when he saw bumps rise
along Clay’s arms. Their mate was coming back.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40772" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40771" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus brushed his knuckle along the indent of Elliot’s
spine until he reached the crack of his ass. Dipping in, Tavarus found Elliot’s
hole of pleasure and pressed his finger against it.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40774" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40773" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot broke the kiss and turned his head toward Tavarus.
How delicious he looked with lips shining and eyes begging for more. With quick,
efficient movements Tavarus removed his clothing and left them lying in a heap
on the floor.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40776" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40775" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Come, give me a taste, little duck,” Tavarus ordered and
knelt with one knee on the bed, bringing him closer to his mates.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40777" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40778" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot rose up on his knees and reached for Tavarus.
Their lips met and Tavarus pressed his tongue inside. Elliot’s familiar essence
was now mixed with a metallic taste and a peppery hint of Clay’s simmering
strength. Oh, how much fun Clay was going to be once he regained his strength.
Tavarus’s buffalo preened in anticipation of clashing and dominating their mate.
He couldn’t wait to give him everything he needed.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40779" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40793" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot’s tongue darted forward before backing off,
teasing Tavarus. He took over and began probing, tasting, and exploring his
mate’s mouth. Elliot’s soft whimpers were his reward.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40781" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40780" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Reaching down, he touched his fingertip to the end of
Elliot’s prick. Pre-cum welled out, and his finger easily slid around and under
the cap of Elliot’s cockhead. Finding and rubbing the small bundle of nerves
sent his little mate into another erotic, undulating dance.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40792" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40791" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot leaned back and looked up through half closed
glittering eyes. “Tavy, I need.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40783" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40782" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus enjoyed the site of his needy mate before saying,
“Get back into position so I can prepare you for me.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40736" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40784" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">After leaning up and giving Tavarus a quick kiss, Elliot
smiled before sinking back down onto his hands and knees. Tavarus was trying to
figure out that smile when the little imp reached under the pillow and pulled
out a bottle lube.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40790" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40789" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Do
you want to tell me how you used lube when you stayed in your duck form all the
time?” Tavarus asked as he took the bottle and opened the cap.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40645" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40644" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“No.” Elliot spread his knees apart a little wider and
looked forward.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40647" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40646" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">His
buffalo’s temper spiked at his mate’s denial, but the need building in his loins
had him pouring the slippery liquid over his fingers.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40649" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40648" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Putting a finger to Elliot’s hole, Tavarus ordered, “Love
on our mate, Elliot. Bring him back to us.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40651" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40650" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elliot bent his elbows and lowered his face next to
Clay’s. This left Elliot’s tight ass open and waiting for Tavarus to prepare
him. He wasted no time rubbing and softening the muscle guarding his mate’s
opening. A glance up, and he saw Elliot lapping at the crook where Clay’s neck
met his shoulder.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40653" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40652" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Happy that Elliot was doing his part to drag Clay back to
the land of the living, Tavarus pushed a finger knuckle deep into Elliot.
Lovely, velvety warmth squeezed around his digit. Adding more lube, Tavarus
eased his finger out before pressing back in. The sweet man opened so
beautifully.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40655" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40654" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Tavarus added another finger and then a third. Soon he
had Elliot’s opening loosened and ready to take his substantial girth. Moving
behind Elliot, Tavarus straddled Clay’s legs and greased up his cock. Looking
down, Tavarus frowned and paused for a moment. Had he just seen one of Clay’s
legs move?</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40657" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1468545808096_40656" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Tavy, I’m burning up.” Elliot braced his weight on one
hand and with the other pulled one butt cheek apart. “I’m so ready. Please,
mate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">[</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63159" rel="nofollow"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63158" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><em id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63157">Siren Everlasting
Classic ManLove:</em></span></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><em> Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires,
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63161" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The middle bunny of five, Beaumont has grown
used to going unnoticed. He's not a leader like Barclay or Basil, he's not blind
like Bailey, and he's not snarky like Baxter. He's invisible. He dreams of
finding a mate that truly sees him. When a stranger with piercing black eyes
arrives at the mansion, his world is turned upside down, and Beau has to decide
if being seen is all he dreamed it would be.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Prince Dario Montella never dreamed he would
find his one and only in his family home, but one look and he knows he has found
the center of his universe. But Beau comes with a lot of baggage, not to mention
an interfering older brother and an obsessive need to take risks with his
life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Finding common ground won't be easy for a prince
used to ruling his coven, especially when making his mate happy is harder than
letting him walk into danger. It means seeing Beau for the treasure he truly
is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Curious at the sound of the doorbell, mostly
because he hadn't even known they had a doorbell, Beau left his room and walked
to the second floor landing. He arrived just in time to see his brother Baxter
waving his hand at a well-dressed man that took Beau's breath away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"And we are in his house," Bax said.
"Duh."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau smiled at his brother's snarky remark. His
oldest brother Barclay usually didn't get Bax's sense of humor, but Beau found
him quite amusing. He wasn't stupid enough to voice that opinion in front of his
oldest brother because he liked his head attached to his shoulders.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Please, don't mind me. I'll just—" The man
sucked in a breath as he gazed up in Beau’s direction and their eyes met. "Who
is that magnificent creature?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For a moment, Beau forgot to breathe. Had anyone
ever looked at him like that? He was usually lost in the crowd or faded into the
wallpaper. People did not stare at him as if he was the answer to every prayer
they had ever had, especially not people who looked like this man
did.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_62938">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_62937" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The guy had to be a few inches over six feet
tall with shiny sable colored hair that was secured at the nap of his neck and
cascaded in waves down his back. Beau wanted to run his hands through the silky
looking strands and see if they were as soft as they looked. The soft curls
around the man’s handsome face beckoned Beau’s fingertips to tweak and play with
them.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Startling light black eyes surrounded by thick
eyelashes looked up at Beau, tearing his attention from wandering to the man’s
plump lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Bax blinked at the handsome man for a moment
before glancing up. "Beau?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Beau," the man whispered.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63119">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63118" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"My brother, Beaumont."</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Beaumont." The man whispered his name almost
reverently. It brought shivers down Beau's arms, making him wish he could rub
himself all over, preferably against the handsome man. "You can stay as long as
you like if you introduce me to him."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau had no idea what the handsome stranger and
Bax were talking about, but the way the man was staring up at him made Beau
wonder what he was looking at. He almost glanced behind him, positive the guy
had to be looking at someone else, but a quick sniff told him he was all alone
on the landing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"You'll let us stay in your mansion if I
introduce you to my brother?" Bax asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Yes."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The man still hadn't taken his eyes off of Beau.
Beau stared back just as intently.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Beau!"Bax called out. "There's someone I want
you to meet."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau waited right where he was. He really didn't
think going downstairs was in his best interest. He had the sudden thought that
he would be devoured by the man looking up at him with such hunger in his
eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"This is Prince Dario Montella," Bax said. "This
is his house."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Damn.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Wait..."Did you say prince?" Beau asked, because
he really needed to be sure. The weight of the world rested on the
answer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Yep." Baxter nodded as though he could read the
rising panic in Beau's mind. "Prince Dario Montella. Come down here and meet
him."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau felt the momentary sliver of hope that had
blossomed in his chest wither and die. A prince? That really sucked. There was
no way he was going to go downstairs and be introduced to a prince. It had been
bad enough when he thought the guy merely gorgeous. Prince took it to a whole
other level.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“No,” he called back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When the prince took a step toward the stairs,
Beau spun and hurried back down the hallway. He ran into his room and slammed
the door shut, locking it. As he leaned back against the hard wood, his heart
thundering painfully in his chest, Beau thrust a hand through his long black
hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He ached to meet the prince, to continue to feel
the man's eyes roaming over his body, but there was no way he was going to be
the butt of some prince's joke. He wasn't that desperate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Really.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63116">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63115" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Drawing in a shaky breath, Beau headed to the
shower where he could block out the rest of the world. When they had moved into
this place, Beau and his brothers found a whole new way of getting clean that
didn’t involve ice cold sponge baths in sewer tunnels. He knew Bailey loved
baths, but for Beau, showers were the best thing since the discovery of malted
milk duds.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63114">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63113" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Leaving a trail of clothes in his wake, a naked
Beau adjusted the water to just the right temperature before stepping under the
heavenly spray. Tipping his head back, he let the water stream over his face and
body.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63112">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63111" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau grabbed the bottle of kiwi and jasmine
scented soap and after pouring some into his palm, he rubbed his hands together
until wonderful bubbles spilled all over. He would never be caught dead in a
bubble bath, but the bubbles themselves were a creation of the
heavens.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63110">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63109" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Soon Beau was covered in frothy goodness from
his head to the soles of his feet. After rinsing off, he poured more soap into
his hand. He had needs. He was a bunny after all. If he didn’t take care of them
his balls grew heavy and his skin began to itch. Hard, ready to burst balls
sucked green maggots.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63108">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63107" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The first touch to his prick with slippery
fingers took Beau’s breath away. If he never experienced anything more than a
solid grip encircling his dick, it would be tragic. But Beau could live with
that. He had survived horrific experiments in a laboratory at the hands of
insane sadistic creatures who impersonated being human.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63106">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63105" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau had always wondered if they were actually
demons from the underworld. He had once asked his older brother Clay if they
were. His brother had laughed and told him they were just evil people. Beau
still had his doubts.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63082">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63081" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau scraped his nails over the plump head of
his dick, making sure that one nail pressed into the tiny slit at the end. Once,
while surfing the web, Beau came across a porn site where a guy was using a
sound on the other man’s dick. Holy Hanna, he had ended up coming all over while
watching that piece of glass sink inside that tiny hole.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63084">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63083" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">As he continued to play, Beau wondered what the
prince was doing. This was the man’s house. Maybe he was going to move in. There
was an empty room next to his. Beau wondered if it would be possible to hear the
prince jerking off. Goose bumps covered Beau’s skin. His prick rose and brushed
against his belly.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63104">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63103" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He spread his legs wider. Reaching back with his
free hand, Beau found the wrinkled opening that he was sure could give him even
more pleasure if he wasn’t alone playing with it. But alone it seemed he would
always be. The prince’s handsome face popped into his mind. Beau mentally pushed
the prince away. Wishful thinking made reality hurt worse.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63086">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63085" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau closed his eyes and drifted into a place
where sensation took over. The muscle guarding his hole began to loosen under
the onslaught of his relentless fingers. His dick gloried in the firm grip that
stroked over every inch of skin from the base to the head, and back
again.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63088">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63087" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Looking down, Beau watched his slender fingers
give the head of his dick a little twist. He wondered if the prince’s hands were
soft or rough. As large as the man was he must have big hands. The thought of a
wide finger sinking into his ass had pre-cum welling up until it spilled over
and dribbled down. In response to his thoughts, Beau’s finger penetrated his
ass.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63042">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63041" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Beau sank down onto his knees and set up a fast
stroking rhythm on his dick. Want had him pressing another finger into his hole.
Breathing became difficult. Helpless to his needy body, Beau thrust his hips
forward searching for…something.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63090">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63089" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">A soft breeze touched the side of Beau’s head.
He wanted to open his eyes and see who was there, but his balls were pulling up
against his shaking body. Need had taken over and yet his orgasm wouldn’t
happen. What the hell was going on?</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Desperate, Beau tipped his head back and
whispered, “Please.”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63102">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63101" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Softness touched his ear and a rich voice
dripping in honey murmured, “Come, my darling.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63092">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63091" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Spunk exploded out of the Beau’s dick and his
scream was loud and long. He fell back, which pushed his fingers farther into
his hole. Beau jerked his dick as fast as he could, needing the friction. Volley
after volley shot out. Beau screamed again as pain gripped his balls from the
milking they were receiving.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63094">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63093" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">As volatile as the orgasm was, it ended in a
heartbeat. One moment Beau was flying on a wave of sensation, and the next he
was lying on the floor of a shower. Looking up through the steam and spray of
water, Beau felt alone. Which was weird, because he had been alone all this
time.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1465165246948_63100" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Hadn’t he?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3c; mso-effects-shadow-align: topleft; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 40.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 2700000; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 3.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 4.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 100.0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 100.0%; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Professor Graham
Darrius leads a double life, everyday he enriches the lives of students, but at
night he struts the stage as Ebony Powers at Club Syn. The two personas cannot
mix, which is an easy rule to follow until a sexy man from Iowa stumbles
through the door. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3c; mso-effects-shadow-align: topleft; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 40.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 2700000; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 3.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 4.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 100.0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 100.0%; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Spencer Neil, has never
stepped foot into a gay bar and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">holy shit</i>
did he get more than he’s ever imagined. What did he know about drag queens,
go-go boys and heated exchanges in dark corners? The world he lives in is
academic and predictable. At least until he meets Graham, and sees that
sometimes all is not what it seems.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3c; mso-effects-shadow-align: topleft; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 40.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 2700000; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 3.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 4.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 100.0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 100.0%; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Beneath the shock of
discovery, misunderstandings, silk stockings, and wicked instruction Graham
finds himself falling for Spencer and Spencer finds he’s getting a whole
different kind of education.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Dr. Darrius left his spot behind the podium and
navigated in the opposite direction of Spencer, toward the end of the other
row, but nearer to the students. “I’m sure in some of your classes this week,
you’ve played those silly little get-to-know-you games. What do you aspire to
be? What’s your favorite pastime? Which pompous pretentious so-and-so from the
history books would you most like to have dinner with?” A few nervous chuckles
rippled through the hall. Dr. Darrius didn’t break stride. “You can probably
guess by now, but we’re not going to do that here. You’re not here to play
games. Everyone will get to know one another throughout the term, and I will
come to understand what your abilities are in that manner. I have no doubt
there will be times when you tell your friends and family how much you despise
me, but I’m willing to bear the brunt of your hatred to help you flourish in
your love of writing.”</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Graham’s husky laugh followed the statement,
and the hairs on the back of Spencer’s neck stood up. That sound was familiar,
but he couldn’t place it.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Dr. Darrius stopped two seats away from where
Spencer sat, and addressed the center rows. “So, here is how this goes.” He
held up his hand and ticked off items. “We’ll review the syllabus, start on
chapter one of…”</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Everything else Dr. Darrius said disappeared as
shock knocked all Spencer’s systems off-line. He gripped the sides of his desk
to keep from jumping to his feet and grasping the man’s face to get a closer
look. This kind of scenario didn’t happen in real life. It was too much of a
coincidence. Too much bad luck. Too much…just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">too much</i>. Mixed identities. A hot club-bathroom quickie. A sturdy
lectern conveniently situated in front of a room full of sexually frustrated
twenty-year-olds. Dear God, he’d walked right onto the set of a porno. And sure
as shit, he was fucked. Except this time, it wasn’t in the good way.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">He shook his head. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Offtrack, Spence.</i> This had to be some hallucination brought on by
way too much jerking off. Maybe he was dehydrated?</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">At that moment of brain freeze, Dr. Darrius
turned to Spencer’s quadrant of the room, and Spencer was pinned by the same
deep chocolate-brown eyes that mocked and teased him in his memories. Eyes that
briefly widened before Dr. Darrius cleared his throat and strode to the podium
once more.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Ebony was Dr. Graham Darrius. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No fucking way.</i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Spencer’s head dropped forward. God, his cock
throbbed at the feel of Ebony’s body so near. The spicy scent of Ebony’s
perfume filtered through his aroused brain. He couldn’t get his muscles to
cooperate and turn to face his temptation.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your
silence, hon.”</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">The touch of fingers along his back had him
tensing with need but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever
whimpered plea might have escaped. He’d spent years suppressing his sexual
nature, so the tendency toward silence was automatic by now. It was far more
difficult to make himself let out noise of any kind, much less anything
intelligible.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce
unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body, and Spencer swayed toward
the touch.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">“Stay,” Spencer whispered before he could
rethink the word, but he knew he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him, his
body sure as hell wanted…needed.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">The warmth of Ebony’s body caged him in the
small space, like a furnace. The click of the lock being set into place had his
heart speeding. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What am I doing?</i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">“And what would you have me do?” Ebony
murmured, pressing close enough Spencer could feel the definite outline of a
hard-on against his ass. “With you all alone in here?”</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-language: JA;">Spencer wished he’d had time to read a book on
bathroom hookups, or maybe watched more porn. “I have no idea.”</span></div>
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Tuesday, March 29th</b></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">They know a thousand ways to
kill...and zero ways to love.</span></em><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28825" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">As a Battle Bunny, honed in the fires of
hell, Bailey fights every day just to function. Blind since birth, the skills he
learned to protect himself after years of torture at the hands of a sadistic
scientist keep him alive, but nothing can protect him from the mate he discovers
on a rescue mission.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Harvey Blackstone watched his brother die
a slow agonizing death from behind the bars of the cage he had been tossed into.
He vowed revenge on those that took his only family, if he survives that
long.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">When the doors opened and the most
stunning man he had ever seen steps inside, Vey is close to death. Discovering
the man who rescues him is also his mate seems like a gift from the gods.
Claiming Bailey is not the same as keeping him safe. The scientists that kept
him prisoner are after them all, and it will take more than a family of Battle
Bunnies to keep them all safe. It will take a miracle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As the man crept
across the room he held out one hand, covered by a thin black glove, about a
foot away from his hip. The tips of his fingers encountered the rim of the table
that held Gerard’s gutted body. The hood of the man’s coat covered most of his
face, but Harvey could see the man’s nostrils constant flaring. A tiny flame of
hope glowed deep inside Harvey’s icy being.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Could this man be
a paranormal?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man stopped
moving before the door made of heavy metal bars that completed Harvey’s prison
cell. He lifted his hand until the gloved palm was mere inches from the door and
held it there.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A croaking
whisper, all that was left of Harvey’s voice, broke the silence. “Electricity is
running through the metal. It will knock you out cold if you touch
it.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man lifted his
head. Harvey’s stuttering heart stopped beating. Before him was an angel with
golden skin, full lips, and pale milky eyes. He was an angel in
black.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Does the locking
device on the door have one light or two that tell you when it’s safe to
open?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Harvey couldn’t
answer for a moment. He was too star struck by the pure melody of the man’s
voice.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We need to
hurry,” the man urged.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There is a green
light directly above a red light about two inches to the left of the door’s
latch,” Harvey answered.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As he spoke he
noticed the man’s beautiful wide milky grey eyes weren’t focused on him, but
staring off above his head. Shit, they were dead men. There was no way a blind
man was getting him out of this grim pit of vipers.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man withdrew a
plastic credit card from his deep coat pocket. The small square patch of silver
on the front reflected a kaleidoscope of colors under the harsh lights of the
lab. He held the card out between his thumb and index finger,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“This card needs
to push the latch like you would open a regular locked door,” the man explained.
“Can you use the words, right, left, higher, and lower to help me guide the card
into the latch?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“The electricity
will melt that card and probably kill a little thing like you,” Harvey pointed
out.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“It’s a special
card," the man ordered in a clear crisp voice. "Now talk."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the past,
Harvey would have taken on any man who tried to give him orders. But those days,
like his freedom, had been stolen by evil. Now, he didn’t have enough strength
to make a fist much less hit anyone.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It took more than
a few slow precise instructions, but minutes later the door swung open with an
ominous squeak, triggering the hairs on the nape of Harvey’s neck to rise in
alarm.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As the small man
stepped into his cell, he said, “My name is Bailey.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I’m Harvey. Call
me Vey,” Vey answered watching Bailey come closer.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Through the stench
of decay another scent reached Vey. It wrapped around him, its sweet smell
tantalized every nerve in his body. Want, desire, and need screamed through his
veins. It made him crave. It made him yearn.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But above all, it
made him <em>thirsty</em>.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There was little
moisture left in his withered body. Through starvation, blood depravation, and
torture, all that was left of Vey was leathery thick, gray skin, covering a
skeleton.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When Bailey stood
at his side and began exploring his body, Vey had to close his eyes and gnash
his teeth together to withstand this new torture being inflicted on him.
Bailey’s scent of honey and fresh greens overwhelmed him.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I need to get
these bands off,” Bailey’s low whisper tickled against his
ear.</span></span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34986" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34985" style="font-size: 12pt;">Vey groaned as
what little that was left of his stomach turned itself inside out. His mind
began screaming, </span><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Need…need…need.”</span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey knelt and
Vey opened his eyes in time to see the man pull a pen out of his pocket. He
pressed the top and a stream of bright laser light burst out of one
end.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I’m sorry,”
Bailey said. “It cuts through the iron like butter, but it will also burn you.
My brother, Basil, says it isn’t a bad burn, but like any burn it will
hurt.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Do it,” Vey said,
holding onto his sanity by a thread. He wanted to take a bath in a river of
blood. He wanted to roll around in it until he was stained permanently
red.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A line of fire
sliced through the skin on his ankle. Seconds later his toes curled as he
concentrated on withstanding the burn to his other leg. Bailey stood and fire
lit up Vey’s waist and then his neck.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vey froze. He
could only take slow breaths hoping his thundering heart wouldn’t pound out of
his chest. Bailey was cutting the last band holding him against the wall.
<em>“Need…. Need…Need,”</em> screeched through his system
again.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Small strong hands
pushed against his chest holding him upright. “Let’s get you out of
here.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vey opened his
eyes and looked down at the pretty dark haired man. While baring his fangs, Vey
lowered his head to the front opening of Bailey’s coat and struck. His teeth
slid easily into Bailey's soft skin.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rich, thick,
ambrosia coated Vey’s tongue and slid down his throat. With every swallow, his
strength returned. With every swallow of Bailey’s essence, they became one.
Mouthful after mouthful had Vey’s heart recovering from shock treatments. Scars
from operations performed while he was still awake healed. Missing parts of
organs now regrew. Hair sprouted from his head.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And Vey’s mind
cleared.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Minutes, hours, or
maybe it was just moments later, Vey found himself sitting on the floor with
Bailey on his lap. Fists no longer pounded at his body. Pulling his fangs free
Vey saw Bailey was ash white and barely breathing. Stark fear gripped him. The
more his body and mind healed, the more certain Vey became that Bailey was
important to him.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In a panic, Vey
used an overlong fingernail to cut into a thick vein near his neck. Cupping the
back of Bailey’s head Vey pressed the smaller man’s lips against the blood
pumping out of the wound.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey latched on
to his neck like a starving man. Vey smiled at his thoughts. Bailey was starving
after what Vey had taken. Something inside told Vey it was now his job to
willingly give up whatever Bailey needed.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The doors of the
lab burst open and a muscular man in black stepped through with a gun in one
hand and a knife in the other. “Get away from him,” the man shouted before he
started growling.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A shaking hand
pressed against the bare skin of Vey's chest. Bailey’s weak voice rang out,
“Don’t hurt him, he’s mine.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ADULT
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Vey, you need to
eat. You have to be starving.” Urgency filled Bailey and he tried to scramble
out from under the bigger man. He soon learned he wasn’t going anywhere Vey
didn’t want him to go. Trapped in Vey’s embrace, he surrendered to his mate’s
strength.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I’m starving for
you, little one,” Vey countered, then demanded, “Feed me.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey reacted by
tipping his head up for Vey’s kiss and lifting his legs higher letting the big
man’s body in closer. A hard cock poked against Bailey’s stomach leaving wetness
in its wake.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The kiss he
expected didn’t happen. Instead razor sharp teeth scraped over his neck followed
by a tongue lovingly laving over the sting. Vey’s body shifted and a finger
dipped between Bailey's ass cheeks and brushed against his
hole.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey
froze.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vey’s upper body
lifted up. “What is it, beloved?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey bit his
lower lip, trying to come up with a way to spit out the detested words he had to
say. Finally he just blurted out the truth, “I’m a virgin.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey couldn't
see Vey's reaction but he sure felt it when the man inhaled a shaky breath and
shuddered against him. "You are a treasure beyond value, my beautiful
mate."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey groaned and
arched up into Vey when the man's sharp teeth scraped along the underside of his
jaw line. As sharp as they were, Vey could end his life in a single second, and
yet, Bailey trusted the man to keep him safe.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Wanting to give
back to his mate as much pleasure as he was receiving, Bailey ran his hands over
the thickly corded muscles of Vey's back, ignoring the prominent bones sticking
up. He needed to care for his mate in all ways and if this made Vey happy, then
Bailey would willingly give himself up to the man. He could bring him food
later.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Do you have lube,
little one?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey's face
burned fiercely as he shook his head. "I don't need it."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Bailey, I will
not—"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Eyes rolling
heavily, Bailey sighed. "I'm a bunny shifter. Bunnies are known for
their...stamina. Because of that, we naturally lubricate." Man, he was going to
die of embarrassment.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vey's voice was
deep and thick when he spoke, "Do you?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A moment later,
Bailey inhaled swiftly when a slick fingers circled his tight ring of muscles.
Pleasure blossomed through Bailey, wiping away his fear. He groaned deeply as he
tried to spread his legs even further apart.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Vey." This was
nothing like when he touched himself. This was much more
intense.</span></span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34978" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34977" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Have you ever had
anything in this pretty little hole of yours, mate?"</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34975">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34974" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34973" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey whimpered
as he turned his face into Vey's chest. There was no way on Earth he could ever
answer that question.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28922">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28921" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28920" style="font-size: 12pt;">Fingers grabbed
his chin and forced his face up. A light kiss was pressed against his lips, gone
before he could fully enjoy it. "There will be no secrets between us, little
one. I do not ask to embarrass you. I need to know these things to insure that I
do not frighten you or harm you in some manner."</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28918">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34959" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34958" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey swallowed
hard before admitting, "Just my fingers."</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34824" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34823" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Like
this?"</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28913">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28916" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28915" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey cried out
as a slick finger pushed into his ass. As big as Vey was, his fingers were far
larger than Bailey's. He was pretty sure he had never had anything that big in
his ass before. The burn that gripped him morphed into pleasure so intense,
Bailey was positive he was actually seeing stars.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28911">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28910" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28909" style="font-size: 12pt;">He clutched at
Vey's shoulders when the man began to move his finger, dragging it slowly out
before pushing it back in again, the movements growing faster and more frequent
with each pass. By the time another finger was added, Bailey was pushing back
against the intrusion, needing more.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34971" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34970" style="font-size: 12pt;">Aching for
more.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28907">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28906" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28905" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Look at you, my
sweet," Vey crooned, giving Bailey no doubt that the man was watching his every
reaction. It was a little disconcerting but not enough to pull Bailey away from
the sensations running rampant through his body. "You take to your passion so
beautifully."</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28871">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28870" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28869" style="font-size: 12pt;">A third finger
pushing into his ass made Bailey hiss and arch up, the burning stealing his
breath. There really had never been anything as big as all three fingers in his
ass. For a moment, Bailey wasn't sure he could handle it. He bit his lip to keep
from begging Vey to pull his fingers out.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28876">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28875" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28874" style="font-size: 12pt;">And then they
moved and brushed against something deep inside Bailey's ass that made him cry
out for another reason all together. Bailey went bowstring taut, his body awash
in a level of ecstasy he had never felt before.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28880">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28879" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28878" style="font-size: 12pt;">"There it is," Vey
murmured. "That is the spot, is it not?"</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28884">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28883" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28882" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bailey couldn't
even nod. He just lay there as his body soaked in every wonderful stroke of
Vey's fingers in and out of his ass. When Vey's lips latched onto his nipple and
gently bit down, Bailey's mind went blank.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28888">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28887" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28886" style="font-size: 12pt;">His mouth dropped
open, a long pleasure filled moan ripped from deep in his soul. His cock pulsed
as he erupted, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out until he didn't think there
was an ounce of cum left in his body.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28892">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28891" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28890" style="font-size: 12pt;">He heard a sucking
noise and his face heated when he realized Vey was sucking the cum off his
fingers. He was equal parts aroused by that knowledge and embarrassed that he
had come again so quickly. He had no stamina what so ever.</span></span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_28894">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34964" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459457383616_34963" style="font-size: 12pt;">He was also
greedy.</span></span></div>
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Author A.E. Via<br /><br />Title: PROMISES – PART 2<br /><br />Series: BOUNTY HUNTERS #1<br /><br />M/M GAY ROMANCE CONTEMPORARY <br /><br />Edited by: Tina Adamski<br /><br />Cover Artist – Jay Aheer <br /><br />PAGE COUNT – 280<br /><br />Release Date: March 20th, 2015<br /><br />Blurb<br /><br />Roman “Quick” Webb is one badass bounty hunter on the crimefilled streets of Atlanta. He’s <br /><br />fearless when it comes to carrying out his dangerous job alongside his longtime best friend and <br /><br />business partner, Duke. However, there is one thing that has begun to cause Quick concern and it’s <br /><br />the dreadful thought of living out the rest of his life alone. Seeing his best friend and his son fall in <br /><br />love and sharing the special connection that only true soulmates can, has made him all the more <br /><br />aware of what’s lacking in his life. <br /><br />Love. <br /><br />Dr. Cayson Chauncey has been wildly attracted to the big, tattooed hunter for almost a year, ever <br /><br />since he performed the surgery that saved Quick’s best friend’s life. Cayson must’ve mistaken <br /><br />Quick’s gratitude for something more, because the one time he tried to make his desires known, he <br /><br />was harshly rebuffed and left on the man’s doorstep feeling stupid for hitting on an obviously very <br /><br />straight man. <br /><br />Cayson never dated a man who was willing to come out of hiding and be with him. Now at almost <br /><br />forty, Cayson is intent on no longer being anyone’s dirty secret. Having experienced countless <br /><br />disappointments, and having taken a stand not to fall for any more tricks, Cayson is more than a little <br /><br />skeptical when Quick comes around asking for a second chance to prove himself. The gorgeous <br /><br />man had already made it clear he was definitely uninterested in Cayson... or so he’d thought. <br /><br />Dr. Chauncey stirred up Quick’s suppressed, most carnal desires from a place deep down inside of <br /><br />him. He’d reacted so badly the first time that now his sexy surgeon wanted nothing to do with him. It <br /><br />was going to take a fair amount of patience and a whole lot of wooing involved as Quick sets out to <br /><br />convince Cayson that he’s worth another chance and that he is the brave lover who Cayson has <br /><br />been looking for. <br /><br />With a scorned ex and a very dangerous job thrown into the mix, Cayson’s happiness and all of <br /><br />Quick’s promises may not be as easy to keep as they’d hoped. <br /><br />PARTS ONE AND TWO IN THIS SERIES CAN BOTH BE READ AS STANDALONES. THERE ARE <br /><br />NO CLIFFHANGERS IN EITHER BOOKS.<br />
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A.E. Via is still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her<br /><br />writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include <br /><br />intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.<br /><br />When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her <br /><br />family—a husband and four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white <br /><br />Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn <br /><br />Harris.<br /><br />While this is only her eighth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her <br /><br />– she loves that - because the male on male action is just heating up!<br /><br />Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed <br /><br />information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming <br /><br />work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.<br /><br />Links<br /><br />Amazon Buy Link: <a href="http://goo.gl/gzzXyY">http://goo.gl/gzzXyY</a><br /><br />Smashwords: <a href="https://goo.gl/5ESs0F">https://goo.gl/5ESs0F</a><br /><br />Kobo: Pending.<br /><br />Author Official Website: <a href="http://authoraevia.com/">http://authoraevia.com</a><br /><br />Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27157568%C2%ADpromises%C2%ADpart-i?from_search=true&search_version=service" target="_blank">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27157568promisespart-i?from_search=true&search_version=service</a><br /><br />Facebook Author Page: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor">https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor</a><br /><br />Facebook (Friend me): <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authoraevia">https://www.facebook.com/authoraevia</a><br /><br />Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia">https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia</a><br /><br />Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/A.%C2%ADE.%C2%ADVia/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/A.E.Via/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1</a>Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-87966322551479509042016-03-17T16:22:00.000-07:002016-03-17T16:22:18.896-07:00TO LOVE A KING by Stormy Glenn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32717" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters come from Mars,
vampires are from Saturn, and humans live on Earth... and one man is king of
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32467" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Learning he was king of the universe had been traumatic,
but Nicky had learned to deal with it. He had even learned to deal with the fact
that his lover was more than he was before. But, apparently, someone else was
interested in what Cooper had become and they need Nicky out of the way to get
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32470" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When someone goes after Nicky with a psychic attack,
Cooper is beside himself. This is something he doesn't know how to fight. But
there might be someone who does, and he's the High Priest of Mars. Cooper just
doesn't know if the monk can be trusted or if he has his own reasons for wanting
to meet him.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32473" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When the attacks on Nicky turn deadly, Cooper does the
only thing he can. He sends Nicky away. But not even the distance between them
can keep him from loving his king.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32479" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“The monk that Councilman Turlock wanted you to go see on
Mars? He’s demanding that you go see him before we return to Venus.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper’s eyebrows rose. “He’s demanding?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Yes, that is what I said." A muscle ticked in Baylor's
jaw. "He demanded that you be presented to him immediately.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper’s eyebrows went up even further. “Presented?” Why
did that make him feel like a prize Beagle at a dog competition? “And just why
am I to present myself to him?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“He didn’t say, sire,” Baylor replied. "He merely stated
that you present yourself to him. You were not to go to Venus or Earth or
anywhere except the <span>Monastery of the
Sourak</span><strong> </strong>on Mars. He said it was imperative that you
listened to him.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper crossed his arms, the first furrow of anger
beginning to burn in his belly. “A matter of life or death, huh?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I believe that was his intent, yes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Bullshit.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Excuse me, sire?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I don’t know what this monk’s agenda is but he doesn’t
get to demand that I do anything. I take orders from Nicky and no one
else.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32713" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Baylor’s eyes shot to Nicky. “You take orders from the
king, sire?”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32711" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Baylor, we all take orders from Nicky, whether we know
it or not.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32707" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32706" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">There was a ghost of a smile on Baylor’s face when he
turned back. “I suppose you are correct, sire.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32704" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32703" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper leaned closer to Baylor. “Just don’t let Nicky
hear you say that. We’ll never hear the end of it.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32699" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32701" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Baylor paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression
furrowing his brow as he glanced from Nicky to Cooper. “May I speak freely,
sire?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32697" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Yes, please do.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30957" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30956" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I am unused to this manner in which you speak of King
Nicolas. I know it is due to your familiarity with him added to the fact that
you grew up with him merely being a friend and not the king of the galaxy, but
are you sure this is not insulting to him?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I’m sure.” Cooper was actually warmed by Baylor’s
concern. Baylor seemed to care for Nicky’s well-being above and beyond him being
king. “Granted, there is a fine line between what is appropriate and what is
not. And not everyone is the same on where that line is drawn, but Nicky is cool
with it. He knows I love him even when I joke with him.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I admit that I am confused by your familiarity with His
Majesty but I also see how happy he is just to be with you. That bond is rare,
sire." Something hardened in Baylor's dark eyes, giving them a dangerous glint
that told Cooper under no uncertain terms that a predator lay just beneath the
surface. "Do not abuse the gift you have been given. It will not come again for
a thousand years."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Confused, and admittedly impressed that Baylor was
standing up for Nicky, he asked, "What do you mean?"</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Remember that I told you a true bond is
rare?"</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper nodded.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"It is said that once someone has found their true bond,
their souls are entwined for all eternity. If one dies, the other soon follows,
unable to be bare the separation. If they are separated, they won't find each
other again for a thousand years."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper felt a pang in his chest as he glanced at Nicky.
He couldn't imagine living one second longer than his love but a thousand years
without him? "That seems kind of unfair, Baylor. If this love is so great, why a
thousand years?"</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"No one knows, sire," Baylor replied. "But I believe it
is because this love is so great. And because there is no greater bond, the
price is higher."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">That actually kind of made sense. The bond he felt for
Nicky was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. It felt stronger than
steel and yet as fragile as a flower. He knew it had to be nurtured in order to
grow, and he intended to do just that. </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I appreciate your words, Baylor." Cooper gave the man a
slight smile so he would know there were no hard feelings. "Nicky is the most
important thing in my world and I'll do anything to keep him safe."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I worry that it may not be enough, sire." </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper cocked his head as he tried to read the silent
message in Baylor's words. "Why?" he asked when he couldn't solve the puzzle.
"What aren't you telling me?"</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I worry what will happen when others learn that you are
Marsovian."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I thought the Marsovians were great
warriors."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30958" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"They were, but they have been myth for so long, I fear
many have forgotten their existence. If word gets out, many will not believe
that it is true. Those that might know of the legend and believe you are
Marsovian might try and use you in some manner that is in conflict with the High
King's needs."<span> </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I would never go against Nicky."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32486" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32485" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"You would not want to," Baylor said, "but if your total
loyalty is to King Nicolas, what would you give if someone tried to use
him?"</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"You're talking about that situation with <span>Melakon Tempest, aren't you?"</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"That is a good example,
yes."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Unfortunately, Cooper understood
where Baylor was coming from. He just didn't like it. He crossed his arms, his
unease growing by the second. "Do you have a suggestion?"</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span>"As much as I dislike saying it, you might consider
talking to that monk at the Monastery of the Sourak." Baylor's lips thinned for
a moment as he paused, a hard glint coming into his eyes. "I don't trust this
monk. I don't like the fact that he is demanding your presence. That feels wrong
to me. But he may be the only man alive that truly knows of the
Marsovians."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"If my being a
Marsovian is such a problem, why would we even bring it up?" Cooper asked. The
answer seemed simple enough. "Why not just keep it a secret?"</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I'm not sure going to see this
monk is the best plan, Baylor." Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from Nicky's
laughing face, he looked back at the man. "Isn't there anyone else that knows
about Marsovians?"</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span> </span>"I'll look into it, sire, but I do not
believe so." The man clasped his hands behind his back, once again looking like
the confident captain that he was. "The myth of the Marsovian is so ancient that
most only know about it from obscure history books and legends told down through
the ages."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"I'm starting to feel like a fossil."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Baylor blinked. "I'm sorry, sire. I do not understand
your reference to preserved remnants of the past."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper chuckled. "You keep referring to my Marsovian DNA
as something ancient, a myth. It makes me feel old."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"That was not my intention, sire. I merely wanted to
point out the danger of not learning everything we can about being a
Marsovian."</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"No, I got that part, Baylor." Cooper drew in a breath,
his eyes going back to Nicky. "I just hope whatever we learn doesn't make me
extinct." <strong><span></span></strong></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"People will
know, sire. Secrets never keep. There will come a point when something will
happen and you will not be able to hide what you are. It is better to be
prepared for that eventuality than to think it will never
come."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">ADULT
EXCERPT</span></b></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper lifted Nicky into his arms and swung him around,
sandwiching the smaller man between him and the bulkhead. The needy groan that
left Nicky’s lips was pure agonizing frustration. Cooper had been teasing him
for what seemed like an eternity, playing Nicky’s body like an instrument,
bringing him to the edge of orgasm but never allowing him to come. </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Cooper, please.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper shuddered at the pleading in Nicky’s tone. Had he
ever heard anything more arousing? “Tell me what you want, your majesty.”
Cooper’s words were rough with passion, thick. </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper leaned down and nuzzled the side of Nicky’s neck.
He loved the way the man smelled, like sunshine and acrylics. When Nicky’s head
dropped back against the wall, Cooper licked up the side of his neck.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky tasted just as good as he smelled.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Cooper,” Nicky whimpered.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30959" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper raised his head and looked down into Nicky’s
sparkling grass green eyes. The man’s cheeks were flushed with arousal. He
doubted the man had ever looked more beautiful, more stunning. He was everything
perfect in the world—in any world—and he was all Cooper’s.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30961" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30960" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Mine,” Cooper whispered almost reverently as he brushed
the hair back from Nicky’s face. He felt something well up from deep inside of
him, something that chocked him up.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30962" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky’s heart pounded in an erratic rhythm.
“Yes.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30964" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30963" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper’s mouth covered Nicky’s hungrily. It was just as
gentle as it was furious. Cooper moved his mouth over Nicky’s, devouring,
demanding a response from the man that owned him, heart and soul.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30966" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30965" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper pulled him roughly, almost violently, to him.
Nicky melted against him as if they were made to go together. They were. Some
powerful entity somewhere had created the perfect man for Cooper and that man
was in Cooper’s arms.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30968" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30967" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper touched Nicky everywhere, trying to touch every
inch of Nicky’s soft, silky skin Nicky’s hands slipped up Cooper’s arms to his
shoulders, pulling him closer. He wanted to feel their bodies press
together.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30969" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32696" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky’s breath hitched when Cooper reached down between
Nicky’s thighs, his fingers brushing against Nicky’s puckered entrance.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30971" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30970" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Oh, god!” Nicky cried out when Cooper slid a finger
inside of him. Cooper watched the man come apart in his arms as he moved his
finger, pushing it in and then pulling it out. It was a sight he would never
grow tired of.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32691" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32693" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When Cooper went to add another, Nicky spread his thighs.
The next time Cooper’s fingers moved in him, Nicky lifted his hips as if to
impale himself even further. Cooper kept his touch light and teasing as he
pressed his fingers into the man’s sensitive hole.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30973" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30972" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Oh, yes, yes,” Nicky groaned, his body instinctively
arching toward Cooper, reaching for him. “More, please, now, Cooper,” Nicky
pleaded. “Take me now.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30974" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32669" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper could not more deny Nicky than he could keep from
breathing. He pulled his fingers free. Cooper kept his gaze locked with Nicky’s
as the flames leaping between them grew. Time stood still, the world around them
disappearing as Cooper pushed his cock into Nicky’s tight ass. It seemed to take
forever and yet not long enough.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32673" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32672" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Finally, Cooper seemed to be in all of the way.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32676" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32675" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When Nicky whimpered, Cooper brushed the hair back from
Nicky’s face. “I have you, Nicky. Let it go.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30975" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_30976" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky cried out, his body trembling. His head dropped
back on his shoulders and he groaned. It was unintelligible sound but crystal
clear in its volume. A deep groan of need, Nicky’s need. </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32680" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32679" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper growled and grabbed Nicky’s hips, lifting him up
and then letting him drop back down, impaling him. His movements started out
slow, a gentle thrust as he sank his aching cock deep into Nicky’s tight
channel. </span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32636" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32638" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And then Nicky’s inner muscles clenched around him like a
silken glove and Cooper lost all control. One moment he was frozen in place, and
the next he pounded into Nicky as if his life depended on it. Each thrust pushed
his cock into the tightest grip imaginable. Each withdraw pulled him to the edge
of bliss.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32634" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Please," Nicky begged.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32613" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32612" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky started panting heavily, his hands clenched in
Cooper’s hair. His entire body seized as he cried out as cum shot from his cock,
splattering between the two of them. The heavy scent of Nicky’s pleasure wrapped
around Cooper, sinking into his pores, and marking him on a cellular level. He
doubted he would ever be drawn to another person in his life like he was
Nicky.</span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32610" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32631" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Cooper roared as his orgasm suddenly grabbed a hold of
him. He <span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32630">shoved his thick cock
as deep into Nicky’s ass as he could possibly go and then his world exploded as
spurt after spurt of seed shot from his cock and filled Nicky until it leaked
out of his ass. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32487" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32521"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32520" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The
ecstasy that ripped through him came from his soul. Nicky’s unique smell was
mixing with his own. There was something about that that calmed Cooper’s inner
beast. He wanted everyone to know he had claimed this man and made him
his.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32491" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32490"><span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32489" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Once he
could breathe again, Cooper stroked his hand down Nicky's chest as his rapid
panting slowed to a low rise and fall. Nicky’s head flopped back against the
wall. He reached out and brushed the sweat dampened hair back from his face.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv6353898308MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32494" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1458255592266_32493" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nicky’s eyes sparkled like emeralds as he smiled. “I pray
that never gets old.”</span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24518" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Reece Marshall isn't happy about being pulled away from his
undercover assignment for the Feline Council, but one doesn't argue with a
summons from an elder. Discovering he's been brought before the elder as a
potential guardian to a new alpha makes him wish he was back on his mission.
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24522" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Šílené Bolond never wanted to be an alpha, but forces greater than
him seem to think he should lead the Blackthorn Pride. When five enforcers are
presented to him as possible guardians, one stands out. Šílené's heart breaks
when his offer of submission is rejected, and he realizes his dream of having a
mate will never be realized. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">But the forces that made an omega an alpha have other plans. When
Reece's undercover assignment becomes too dangerous, the only safe place to go
is to the pride of the one man Reece craves, but can't have. With danger and
betrayal around every corner, Reece and Šílené have to turn to each other if
they want to survive, and they just might find love if they can survive that
long.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24526"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24525" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“I am sure you have heard of the challenge against Randal
Cresson by now.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Again, Elder Hamilton received five nods. </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24532"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24531" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“From what we have been able to gather, Alpha Cresson was
involved in some rather archaic practices where his pride was concerned. Word
has reached us that he has been systematically executing those he felt weren’t
feline enough, and abusing others. Those he went after were given no choice but
to comply with his orders or offer reparations for whatever offense he felt they
had perpetrated.” </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24968"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24967" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“That’s against pride law,” Boston Elliot said with a curl
of his upper lip that was pure disgust at Alpha Cresson’s actions. “How was this
discovered?” </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24975"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24974" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Hamilton paused to consider his words and their effects on
the men he had brought to his office. “It would seem that he chose to pick on
the wrong pride member, and he paid for it with his life.”</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24978"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24977" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Alarm settled on more than one face. </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24982"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24981" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“At first, we thought it was a fluke.” Hamilton tugged on
his goatee, rubbing the dark, bristled hairs between his fingers. It was a
nervous gesture he’d tried to quit more times than he could count. “But then,
the new alpha was challenged by two separate competitors within minutes of
winning the challenge against Cresson. He fought them both, back to back,
killing his opponents without a break or even time in between
challenges.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Hamilton could see that the five men were impressed by the
lifting of their eyebrows and the widening of their eyes. He had to admit he was
as well. The law required at least three days between challenges because it was
nearly impossible for a combatant to fight two fights to the death without some
time to recuperate in between.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24536"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24535" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">For someone to fight two challenges back-to-back without
even a few minutes’ break between fights was unheard of. For those two fights to
come within minutes of another was not only unheard of, it was nearly impossible
to imagine. </span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">It took unnatural strength.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Those that witnessed the fight said they had never seen
anything like it. I’ve been told that Šílené Bolond fought with such skill and
determination that it was like the hand of Bastet herself guided his
movements.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">In mythology, Bastet was reported to be the goddess of cats,
protection, joy, dance, music, family, and love. If people were saying Šílené
fought like the goddess Bastet seemed to be guiding his movements, then not only
had he fought like a true enforcer, but Alpha Cresson deserved to lose. The gods
only favored those with true hearts, and everyone knew it.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“If this man truly won the challenge…” Tre Marshall said, a
bit of indignation in his voice, but only a bit. He was speaking to an elder
after all. Respect must be shown. “Then why have you called us here? I’m not
going to fight a challenge rightfully won.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">A couple of the other men nodded their agreement.
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Reece flicked his toothpick.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“No, no.” Hamilton waved his hand to dismiss that thought
from their minds. “I would not ask that of you. The challenge was won fairly and
has been acknowledged by the Feline Council. That is not why you have been
called here.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Hamilton stood and walked over to his liquor cabinet. This
might require just a bit more than liquid courage. He pulled out six small
crystal glasses and his best scotch, pouring some in each glass.
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Grabbing his own glass, he turned and gestured to the others
to grab a glass as he took his seat again. “Gentlemen.”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The five powerful enforcers stood and walked over to each
get a glass. Hamilton could easily admit to himself that he was a little
intimidated by the large men. They all stood inches above him. He just wouldn’t
admit it to them and he had enough control to be able to hide it from
everyone.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“I find myself in an unusual position, gentlemen,” Hamilton
said once everyone had a drink in their hands. He stared down at the
amber-colored liquid for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “This new alpha
is obviously a very powerful one. He has proven that. He’s
just—”</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The office door opened with a bang and everyone turned to
toward their visitor. Hamilton watched as each enforcer stared at the newcomer
with complete and utter shock. Hamilton pressed his lips together to keep from
laughing as the man danced around to music only he could hear. It was quite a
spectacle. He hummed an off-key tune, his hips swaying back and forth as he
waltzed across the room toward Hamilton. </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24543"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24542" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">A smiled curved Hamilton’s lips when a flower was tucked
into the pocket of his dress shirt and an affectionate kiss was pressed to the
top of his head. He couldn’t think of a single person in the world that would
dare kiss him on the top of his head, not even his mother. Yet, this man did it
like it was something he did every day, and it was. Hamilton had received such a
kiss every day since the young man arrived at the manor house.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">When the unusual man danced out from behind the desk and
began heading in the direction of the five powerful enforcers, Hamilton saw
something he never thought he would see in the eyes of such powerful and
legendary enforcers. </span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Fear.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Pure unadulterated fear.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24945"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24944" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">They were terrified of a slip of a man with platinum blond
hair that was spiked and frosted at the tips, fingernails painted every color
under the sun, and a pink tutu over his black skinny jeans. Hamilton doubted
they had even noticed the eyebrow piercings yet. He wondered how scared they
would be if they knew about the piercings under the man’s
clothing.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24987"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24986" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The young man danced up to Boston and slid a pink flower
into the pocket of his black dress shirt. He skipped past Clint Harper, but
placed a yellow flower in the pocket of Tre’s shirt and a red flower in Boone
Marshall’s pocket. </span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">When he stopped in front of Reece, he stared up at him for
the longest time. The air itself seemed to be holding its breath as the two men
stared at each other. </span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Even Hamilton’s eyebrows shot up when the colorful man stuck
his tongue out at Reece and then danced right out the patio doors as if he had
never been there, leaving five very confused enforcers in his
wake.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24547"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24546" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Hamilton stood and walked over to the double doors that led
from his office to the stone patio on the side of the house and pulled them
closed. Amusement flickered through Hamilton when he saw the young man dancing
around on the green grass just beyond the edge of the patio. Laughter bubble out
of him when he turned and found the bravest enforcers in the territory staring
past him as if they weren’t certain what they had just seen, but they were
afraid to see it again.</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24554"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456453041790_24553" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He clasped his hands together in front of him as he met the
confused—and shocked—eyes of the enforcers he hoped were brave enough to take on
the task he was about to set before them. “And that, gentlemen, is the new alpha
of the Blackthorn Pride.” </span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4319" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">After
years in the military, Wulfgang Marrok has had enough. He wants nothing
more than to settle down into quiet normalcy and live out his life.
Unfortunately, the moment he meets his music history professor, <i>normal</i> and <i>quiet</i>
disintegrate beneath a sudden metaphysical connection he didn’t think
was possible. His mother is a werewolf, but he didn’t inherit her
abilities… until now.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4321" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Silas
River desperately needs a break from life as Bad Oak’s drummer, so he
dons a disguise and heads to a sleepy little town to teach music. Of
course, life always fouls up the beat: the moment his fated mate walks
into his classroom, his dormant wolf side wakes up and demands
attention.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_2691" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">For
shifters, instinct trumps solitude. Werewolf politics and violent
enemies trump peace. Can Silas and Wulfgang’s new bond survive murder
and a loss so deep that Silas almost destroys himself trying to soothe
the pain?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">***MPREG***</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4344" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4343">Story Excerpt</b>:</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4346" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang
closed the front door behind him and followed his professor to the
bath. Forest flicked on a light, illuminating slate tile floors and a
gorgeous granite-topped vanity.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4349" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“There. Sit on the edge of the tub,” Forest said, rummaging around in the cabinet above the sink.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4352" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“This
isn’t a tub. It’s a freaking pool,” Wulfgang said, perching on smooth
tile. “How the hell can you afford this?” He smoothed a hand over the
edge of the tub. “You’re a teacher. Last I checked, you guys make enough
to buy one cup of coffee maybe every other week and that’s about it.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4355" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have my ways,” Mr. Sexy Professor said, dropping to his knees in front of Wulfgang.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_2694" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Holy shit.</i>
Wulfgang caught his breath. Forest had popped out his blue contacts
while he’d been gawking at all the tile and intense hazel eyes looked up
at him. “Your eyes…” He trailed off as that sense of familiarity that
had been dogging him for the past two weeks punched him in the gut.
“Christ, you look familiar.” His cock pressed against the front of his
jeans painfully. He wanted to grab the professor and mess him up until
they were both desperate and dirty and very fucking satisfied. He
clenched his hands into fists so he wouldn’t do something stupid.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4358" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Forest
snorted. “They itch after wearing them all day, and since you already
know they’re fake…” He shrugged. “Now hold still. This might hurt a
little.” He reached up with a wet cotton ball.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4361" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang leaned back. “What the fuck is that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Peroxide. Don’t be a baby, Wulfgang.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4366" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The professor reached out again, and this time Wulfgang let him get close. He hissed at the sting. “Ow.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Forest pressed harder.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4372" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow, you’re actually kind of mean,” Wulfgang said. Somehow, the pain in his temple didn’t help dispel his erection one bit. <i id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4373">Probably because you have the sexiest man you’ve ever seen on his knees between your legs.</i>
He wished he could reach down and adjust himself, but that would
definitely give his body’s condition away. As it was, he could still
pretend that Sexy Professor had no idea how badly Wulfgang wanted him.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4375" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“My
brother and cousins would agree with you. I have no mercy for the
weak.” Forest blotted with the cotton, then ripped open two bandages.
“Hold still.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br clear="none" /></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4378" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m
already holding still.” Wulfgang’s mouth had gone dry. He gripped the
side of the tub surround like it would keep him from falling. Forest was
close enough that the warmth of his body felt like a whisper against
his skin. “Fuck, it’s hot in here,” he whispered.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_2697" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Forest
smoothed the bandages down over Wulfgang’s face. His fingers lingered
just a tad longer than they needed to. “No, it’s not. Not with the air
conditioner on.” He touched a thumb to Wulfgang’s lips. “<i>You’re</i> hot,” he said softly.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4381" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Hell. I want him bad.</i> Wulfgang blinked as his mouth tingled. “What?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Forest sat back on his haunches. “You can’t tell when a guy is making a pass at you?”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4384" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang’s
nostrils flared. Forest smelled like, well, a fucking forest. He
smelled like home. “Why do you smell like pine trees?” He frowned. “And
electricity?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn, you have no clue,” the professor said, and then he leaned up and kissed Wulfgang full on the mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang
flailed for a moment. Then he sank his hands into Forest’s hair and
held on. Mr. Sexy Professor knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed
like a soldier on a mission: deep, hard, and intent on reaching his
goal, which in this case felt like he was trying to drive Wulfgang over
the edge in three point two seconds. Wulfgang shuddered and kissed him
back, licking inside the man’s mouth. His head still hurt, but the pain
paled in comparison to the inferno raging inside his body. He fisted one
hand in Forest’s hair, then used the other to drag him closer. When the
professor’s chest collided with Wulfgang’s cock, both men groaned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You taste like berries,” Forest gasped.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4387" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang bit the man’s lip, inexplicably angry. <i>And really turned on.</i> “You’re no fucking professor, are you?”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_2702" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Forest
laughed. “Hmm, not quite.” He slid his hands up over Wulfgang’s thighs
and pushed his thumbs into the crease where his legs met his torso.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Wulfgang’s dick jumped, wanting those clever fingers closer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“My name isn’t Forest, either.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_2704" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Christ.</i>
Wulfgang grabbed the front of the ugly, oversized t-shirt cloaking
Forest like a freaking burqa and yanked it off. Forest didn’t protest.
When he was bare, Wulfgang’s gaze landed on the huge tree tattoo
decorating the man’s right arm and shoulder. It lay on thick muscles
like a damned signpost, mercilessly poking at Wulfgang’s memory. “Fuck.
Who the hell are you?” He slapped a hand over the tattoo, then squeezed,
relishing the solid reality of the man in front of him. Something wild
surged through him. He wanted to <i>bite</i> this guy, this liar who kneeled in front of him and had the balls to drag him home and try to fix him. He bared his teeth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Instead
of running, like any sensible person would do, the professor snarled
back at him and tipped his head slightly to the side. “Come on. Do it. I
know you want to.”</span></div>
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4432"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4431" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Author Details:</span></b></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1455232544898_4430" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Erin
M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a
specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E.
Blossom.</span></div>
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Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-4400913785772338932016-02-04T12:51:00.003-08:002016-02-04T12:51:46.222-08:00FLYING HIGH by Stormy Glenn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn Ménage ManLove Collection: Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
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When Joseph and Samuel Lake spot their mate while running through the woods,
they know they can't leave without him. They have been looking for him their
entire lives, but convincing the gorgeous man that they want him was turning out
to be a lot harder than finding him.</div>
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Matthew Brooks knows he isn't the world's best catch. He's a little more
plump than he'd like and has a very boring life as a paralegal. Finding two men
that seem interested in him at the same time thrusts him firmly into fantasy
land.</div>
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When someone starts coming after Matt, getting him to Pacific Cove seems like
the safest idea, but to do that, they will have to explain to the man about bear
shifters and mates and all that entails...and that might cause them to lose
their mate faster than an assassin's bullet. </div>
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<em>Note: This book contains double anal penetration.</em></div>
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1454618394239_4208">STORY EXCERPT</b> </div>
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Oh, this wasn’t good. A pissed off Tony was never a good thing. He wasn’t
outright physical, but the man could hold a grudge for weeks, and he never
forgot when he felt slighted by someone. If he held Matt responsible, Matt’s
life was just about to become very uncomfortable.</div>
<em>Damn</em>.<br />
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He had just gotten back into Tony’s good graces from the last time he had
screwed up by funding this little camping trip. It had taken him three weeks to
get Tony and the others to agree to go camping. Matt hated camping, but he hated
being the odd man out even more.</div>
This time when Tony pushed past him, the force behind his bump made Matt drop
the bag of garbage he was gathering. Matt’s lips thinned as he reached down and
picked up the bag and the garbage that had spilled out of it.<br />
So, it had begun.<br />
Matt prayed Tony would find something else to do soon because he knew he was
in the man’s crosshairs for the foreseeable future. He’d be lucky to make it
home in one piece.<br />
Matt saw Tony headed down to the river with the dishes. He set the bag of
garbage aside and hurried to go help. Maybe he could head Tony’s snit off before
it began. “Here, I can do that,” Matt said when he reached the man’s side.<br />
“What?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And have your boyfriend read me the riot act?
I don’t fucking think so.”<br />
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“He’s not my boyfriend.” Matt could only wish.</div>
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“Well, it sure as shit seemed like it to me.” Tony was really angry. His
nostrils were flaring and Matt could see the muscles in his arms clenching. Matt
needed to defuse this quick.</div>
“Tony, I can do this.” Matt reached for the pans again. “Really. You don’t
have to.”<br />
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“Are you saying I can’t wash a few pots and pans?”</div>
<em>Crap</em>.<br />
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“No, of course not.” Matt mentally backtracked as fast as he could. “I just
wanted to help.”</div>
“You’ve been enough help,” Tony snapped as he gave Matt a shove hard enough
to make him stumble back.<br />
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Matt flapped his arms, trying to catch his balance. It did him no good. He
screamed as he lost his balance and fell back into the river. He could hear
Tony’s laughter as the cold water closed over him and he sank down into its dark
depths.</div>
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For a moment, Matt simply floated, looking up toward the brightness he could
see flickering just beyond the top of the water. The light twinkled in the
gentle waves of the water. There was a peaceful quality to it that made Matt
wonder if he should just stay where he was until the light faded completely
away.</div>
<em>Naw!</em><br />
He still needed to get a cat.<br />
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Matt held his breath as he started swimming toward the light. Just before his
head broke the surface, something grabbed him and propelled him up. Matt’s drew
in a hard breath as soon as his head was above the water. When he started
coughing, he was patted on the back until he could draw in a clean breath
without choking.</div>
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Matt waved his hand to get Joe to stop pounding on his
back. If the man kept smacking him, he’d have another reason to have a problem
breathing—a broken back. Joe probably didn’t know his own strength.<br />
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“I almost didn’t get to you in time.”</div>
Matt glanced up at Joe, confused by the anguish thickening the man’s tone.
Before he could voice his confusion, he was grabbed and yanked against Joe’s
massive chest.<br />
“Forgive me, Matt,” Joe whispered. “I should have been faster.”<br />
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“Um, okay.” Matt held himself rigid in Joe’s arms, not knowing exactly what
was going on. He liked being held in the big man’s arms, and he especially liked
being pressed against Joe’s muscular chest, but handsome or not, the guy was a
stranger. “I’m fine.”</div>
“You almost weren’t,” Joe said as he leaned back. His lips thinned into an
angry line when he glanced back toward the camp. “He pushed you on purpose.”<br />
“Tony?” Matt had a very bad feeling about the anger in Joe’s amber eyes. “He
was just goofing off. It was an accident. He didn’t mean any harm.”<br />
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Tony just didn’t think sometimes before he acted.</div>
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As much as he wanted to stay wrapped up in the handsome man’s arms...Matt
pushed away until Joe released him and then he stood. “I’m soaked.”</div>
“Yes, you should change before you catch a chill.” Joe stood as well, and
then started rubbing his hands up and down Matt’s arms. “Humans are so
vulnerable to the cold.”<br />
Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Humans?”<br />
What the hell was Joe talking about?<br />
Joe paled and went still. “I mean...uh...humans that aren’t used to being in
the great outdoors. People can get hypothermia very easily, you know, especially
if they get wet.”<br />
Something told Matt that Joe wasn’t telling the truth, but he couldn’t be
sure. He didn’t know the man, which meant he really shouldn’t be enjoying having
the man’s hands on him quite so much.<br />
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Matt forced himself to step away. It might have been the hardest thing he had
ever done. Drawing in a breath he sent Joe a smile. “Thank you for pulling me
out of the water.”</div>
“I should have—”<br />
“Enough.” Matt chuckled. “I’m fine, really. A little cold, but that can be
fixed with a change of clothes.”<br />
“I’ll walk you to your tent.” Joe shot Tony another angry glare as he wrap
his hand around Matt’s arm. “I wouldn’t want you to accidently fall into the
river again.”<br />
Matt frowned. Did Joe just growl at Tony?<br />
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<b>ADULT EXCERPT</b></div>
Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he was flipped over onto his hands and
knees, Joe kneeling by his head, Sam kneeling behind him.<br />
“You want to feel my big, thick cock in your ass, stretching you wide?” Sam
asked his tone silky smooth. He pressed a tip of his finger against Matt’s tight
hole. “I’m going to shove my dick right in here.”<br />
“Yesss,” Matt hissed as he pushed back on Sam’s finger.<br />
He heard the cap snap and was really glad someone had brought lube. He
hadn’t. Matt gasped when he felt Sam’s hands at his ass, spreading his cheeks as
he pushed a finger into him, moving it around several times before adding a
second one, then a third, stretching him quickly.<br />
“Sam,” he cried out when he couldn’t stand it anymore.<br />
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“I want to hear you scream, Matt.”</div>
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Scream? He couldn’t breathe, let alone scream. Sam was asking the
impossible.</div>
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Joe’s strong arms held Matt up as he pushed his head under him to catch a
hard nipple with his teeth. Joe helped him hold his weight, splayed as he was,
with his hard hands beneath his chest. The strong suction, strong nips and
rasping tongue on his aching nipples was driving Matt crazy.</div>
Matt tossed his head as he panted for breath. Sam’s fingers were working
further into his ass, spilling fire and hot, dark rapture as he slowly stretched
him, his fingers spreading inside Matt to part the heated passage.<br />
“Joe is going to fuck your sweet little mouth, Matt,” Sam promised Matt, his
voice rough from his lust. “After I work my cock up your sweet ass, he’s going
to take that sweet mouth of yours. You’ll be stretched and full, baby, both of
us working you, fucking you.”<br />
Sam’s explicit words caused Matt’s body to bow involuntarily as he pushed
against the fingers invading his ass.<br />
“Oh yeah, baby, you want it, don’t you?” Pleasure filled Sam’s deep raspy
voice. “You want to be taken, filled and fucked like the sweet treasure you
are.”<br />
His voice was awed, enraptured, as though it were Matt was giving him a gift,
rather than the other way around. As Sam spoke, Joe knelt in front of him, his
cock standing out proudly from his body.<br />
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, baby,” Sam said. “Your hot
little ass is all raised up and ready for me. You look so damn sexy.”<br />
Sam replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly easing his thick length inside
of Matt’s ass, stretching him until pleasure seared him and held him immobile as
Sam worked his massive cock deeper, inch by glorious inch.<br />
Matt whimpered.<br />
Sam was fucking huge!<br />
“It’s okay, honey,” Joe soothed as Matt bucked, his eyes tearing from the
pain, though he didn’t want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. “Don’t fight
it, Matt,” Joe urged. “Sam’s cock is thick, baby, but not too thick. You can
take it.”<br />
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“Matt, are you okay, baby?” Matt could hear the strain in Sam’s voice, the
hot vibrating vein of lust and possession, caring and tenderness.</div>
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“Please,” he gasped as Sam halted the slow thrusts. The head of Sam’s cock
had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as
Matt fought to accustom himself to the large cock filling him.</div>
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“More, baby?” Sam asked as his hand smoothed down Matt’s back.</div>
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“More,” he cried out, his hips easing back on the incredibly thick shaft.
“More. Please, Sam. More.” Just as Sam began to ease further inside of him, Matt
felt the tip of Joe’s cock rub across his lips. Matt opened up to swallow Joe’s
cock down to the root. Wrapping his lips around the head of Joe’s dick, he began
to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed.</div>
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“Oh hell,” Joe groaned. “Suck me, honey, suck me good.”</div>
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Matt winked up at Joe before working his tongue over him, sucking him, his
tongue running around the edge of the engorged head. Joe began to thrust his
hips towards Matt’s face, and cried out when Matt played with his balls. Matt
just relaxed his throat muscles, letting Joe fuck his mouth.</div>
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A slow, steady stroke had Sam filling his ass completely, his hard groan as
he sank into Matt to his balls echoed through the woods. Matt was crying out
repeatedly now, his muscles clenching around Sam’s cock, his body accepting the
pain as a torturous pleasure he couldn’t deny any longer.</div>
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His hips moved against Sam, driving him deeper. Matt screamed around Joe’s
cock as Sam paused with just the pulsing head of his cock inside his aching
entrance before he pulled back, then pushed forward again.</div>
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Sam thrust harder inside Matt. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Matt would have
protested, but he lost his ability to speak. Joe began to push his hard cock
into Matt’s mouth in tiny, tiny increments, almost as if he was trying to
torture himself or drag the pleasure out.</div>
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Reality ceased to exist.</div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83716"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83715" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie McDonald is looking for someone to give him a
little discipline. Nothing major, just a light spanking will do just fine. When
he spots Simon Davenport at a New Year’s Eve party, he knows he’s met a man who
can make his New Year’s resolutions come true. Thinking it’s just a quick one
night stand, Jamie goes home with Simon only to learn that the sexy Dom has
something a bit more long term in mind. He has an entire playroom in his condo
and he’s been waiting for just the right man to play with.</span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">But
someone else wants to play with Simon and their not above killing Jamie to get
him out of the way. With the help of some old friends and new, Jamie just might
survive, but only if he's willing to submit to Simon and everything the sexy man
wants.</span></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Note: This
book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively
revised and expanded.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">As Jamie turned to look at William, a flash of
white caught his eye. He followed the silk shirt and discovered a pair of dark
copper eyes staring at him. Jamie inhaled softly as a slow shudder of desire
slid through him from the intense look in the man’s eyes.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83768" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83770" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83769" style="font-size: small;"><i>Ooohhh</i>...now this one would know how to
play. Jamie knew it by the glint in the man’s eyes and the thickness of his
hands. He had no doubt this one could give him what he wanted, what he
needed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“I want that one,” Jamie said to Danny without
taking his eyes off the man.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Which one?” Danny turned his head to look. “Oh,
no, you don’t want that one, Jamie, take my word for it. Simon is...well, Simon
just isn’t the one for you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Why not? Is he straight? Married? Involved?
What?” Jamie asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Danny shook his head. “No, not exactly, but
he’s...he’s intense. More intense than I think you’re ready for.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83775" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“What’s he into?” Jamie’s curiosity got the best
of him. He had to know. He hadn’t had someone affect him like this in a long
time. His heart raced. His palms broke out with sweat. More importantly, his
cock throbbed and begged for an introduction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Look, Jamie, I don’t know Simon very well. He’s a
friend of Dante’s, but I’ve heard things.” Danny placed his hand on Jamie’s arm.
“He’s not into anything weird, at least not by your standards, but he prefers
submissive partners. Very submissive.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“I can do submissive,” Jamie whispered. Just the
thought of being submissive under Simon’s strong muscular body gave him the
shivers. Very tall and well defined, Simon looked to be at least six foot two.
At five foot nine, Jamie would be in heaven.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Not like this, you can’t,” Danny assured him.
“There’s no power on earth to hold your tongue when you get pissed off and you
know it. It would never work.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“So, I’m a sarcastic bitch. That doesn’t mean I
can’t do submissive,” Jamie replied. “Besides, have you seen the size of that
man’s hands? They’re perfect!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Oh, I swear to God, you and your penchant for
getting spanked.” Danny groaned. “Honey, you’ve got to expand your horizons a
little; try out some other kink.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Uh-uh, I like that one too much.” Jamie chuckled
and turned to look at Danny. “Have you ever had your ass reddened by a large,
thick hand swatting you over and over until you feel it all of the way
through?”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83781" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Danny’s eyes widened. “Oh, TMI, my friend,” he
laughed, holding up his hand to stop Jamie. “I’m serious about Simon, Jamie.
He’s into a lot more than you are. Spanking is nothing compared to what he wants
in a partner.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“What? Are we talking candle wax on the nipples or
something?” Jamie raised an eyebrow and looked from Simon to Danny. .</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Uh, no. I think I’m safe in saying there is no
candle wax involved, but there might be a few other toys.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Toys?” Jamie asked. “I love toys.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Restraints, whips, plugs, clamps, rings. I could
go on, you know.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie looked at Simon again and his eyes widened
at the smirk on Simon’s face. Oh, this man definitely had possibilities. Jamie
might never have indulged in the heavier toys before, but for this man he’d
consider it. </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Come on, Jamie, let me introduce you to William,”
Danny said as he pulled on Jamie's arm. “You’ll like him.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie shook his head. “Nope, I found what I want
for Christmas and he’s sitting right over there.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Jamie... ” Danny said.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie ignored him and walked toward the man he’d
set his sights on, stopping once he stood directly in front of him. He waited
for the Simon to look up while every pickup line he could think of ran through
his head.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Hi, my name’s Jamie. I realize Christmas is
technically over but I wondered if I could ask you a question.” Jamie didn't
realize what he was going to say until he said it.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83785" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83784" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon looked up at him. “I suppose you could, but
I reserve the right not to answer.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand
up at the deep, whiskey drawl from Simon’s mouth. To hear that man in the throes
of passion, Jamie would give up everything he owned.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">At Jamie’s hesitation, Simon finally asked,
“What’s your question?”<span>
</span></span></span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Did you know that according to Scandinavian
custom, people who meet under the mistletoe are obliged to kiss?” Jamie leaned
down and placed his hands on the back of the couch behind Simon’s head. “At
Christmas time, anyone standing under a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse to be
kissed. Such a kiss could mean deep romance or lasting friendship and
goodwill.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon’s lips twisted in a smirk. “There are three
problems with that, Jamie. One, it’s no longer Christmas. Two, I’m not
Scandinavian. And three, we have no mistletoe.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“No,” Jamie said and moved his face closer to
Simon’s until their lips almost touched. “But we can always pretend.”
</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon glanced down at Jamie’s lips, then back to
his eyes. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“That’s not what I hear,” Jamie said softly.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Oh? And just what have you heard?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Well, I heard you might be able to help me with
my New Year’s resolution.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“And what might that resolution be?” Simon’s lips
stretched into a grin. </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“I’ve resolved to have my ass spanked before the
night is over.” Jamie knew his words were direct, but the glint in Simon’s
copper eyes told him his message had been received loud and clear. </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The thought of what Simon could do to him made
Jamie’s ass tingle. Simon’s imagination might not be very good, but Jamie’s
rolled ahead at full steam. He could almost feel the weight of Simon’s hand on
his ass now.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“That’s quite a resolution,” Simon replied. “And
you think I can help you with that?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpLast" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83788" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83787" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie nodded, dropped to his knees between Simon’s
legs, and reached over and grabbed his hand. “Oh yeah.” He rubbed his thumb
slowly over Simon’s palm. “You’re hands are perfect. So wide, large, and strong.
I have no doubt they could redden my ass exquisitely.”</span></div>
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EXCERPT</span></b></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpFirst" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“So, how far to your place?” Jamie asked once they
got downstairs and out to the parking lot. Simon unlocked the car door, opened
it, and held it open for Jamie. Jamie smiled at the chivalrous gesture and
climbed in. As Simon shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, Jamie
buckled his seatbelt.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon started the car, emerged into the traffic
and headed toward his condo. “Not far, maybe ten minutes.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Perfect,” Jamie said. “That gives me just enough
time.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Time for wha—oh god!” Simon groaned when Jamie
leaned over and unzipped his slacks, pulling his cock out before he finished his
question. Seconds later, Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s hard
erection.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh
damn!</i> If Jamie could swear he’d be yelling right now. Little drops of
pre-cum glistened on the head of Simon’s cock and slid against Jamie’s tongue,
exploding over his taste buds. Simon tasted delicious. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie used his tongue to lap at the head, pushing
down against the tiny slit at the top. He wanted more. Jamie loved giving blow
jobs, but this time, it was so much better. Hell, it was great.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83790" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie had to stretch his mouth wide to fit Simon’s
large cock into his mouth. Using his lips to squeeze around his girth, Jamie
pushed the head of Simon’s cock up against the roof of his mouth several times.
He couldn’t wait to feel that bad boy pounding into him.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83792" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Jamie!” Simon growled. “I’m going to come if you
keep doing that.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83947" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83946" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie lifted his head and Simon’s cock dropped
from his mouth with a loud pop. Looking up at Simon, he said, “So, come already.
I have no doubt I can get you up again.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon’s eyes widened and he inhaled so deeply,
Jamie felt his chest move. Then Simon grabbed him by a lock of hair and pushed
his head back down to his cock. </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s cock again,
swiping his tongue down the length of him and tried to swallow as much as he
could. Jamie’s mouth moved up and down in rapid motion and he brought his hand
up to caress the underside of Simon’s ball sac.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The harder he worked, the tighter Simon gripped
his hair. On instinct, Jamie let his teeth barely scrap against the sides of the
hard cock in his mouth. When he heard a loud growl, Jamie smiled just as Simon
shot hot cream into his mouth.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie swallowed as much as he could, his tongue
licking up every last drop of pearly white seed. He moved his tongue down to
clean up any drops that might have fallen on Simon’s balls.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83944" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Simon’s hand gripped his hair and pulled back
until Jamie’s neck arched. He looked up at Simon and grinned at the dazed
expression on his face. Simon let go of Jamie’s hair, gesturing to the cock
hanging out of his pants. “We’re almost there, Jamie.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83940" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83942" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie knew what that meant. He placed a small kiss
on the top of Simon’s spent cock before putting it back in his pants, zipping up
his pants. “Bye-bye, I’ll see you soon.” He chuckled and gently patted Simon’s
cock.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83891" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83890" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie sat up and leaned back in his seat. He
couldn’t stop grinning, especially when he saw the stunned look on Simon’s face.
Jamie reached down and rubbed his hand against his own cock, hard and aching in
his pants.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83936" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83938" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“Stop that!” Simon said sternly.</span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83794" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83934" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Jamie’s eyes widened. “What?” </span></div>
<div class="yiv8161196084MsoBodyTextCxSpLast" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83908" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1452815740539_83927" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“That’s mine now. Mine to play with and enjoy.
Mine to have. You get to play with it only when I say so. If you need to come,
you’ll come to me,” Simon said. “Otherwise, keep your hands off.”</span></div>
Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-41345446221214051382016-01-04T16:46:00.001-08:002016-01-04T16:46:15.599-08:00Odd Man Out by Stormy Glenn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Blurb<br />
Asked to look into a suspicion of abuse, Bear Black finds himself
more intrigued by the man he is investigating than he really should be,
especially considering the man is married. When he suspects that Andrew
has been attacked, Bear goes in for the rescue and finds a man that
calls to his soul as much as his protective instincts.<br />
Dr. Andrew Sutherland has spent the last three years in hell, never
knowing when one wrong move might end in another beating. Hiding his
abuse from the world has become so common place, he doesn't even think
of how odd his behavior might look to the outside world. <br />
When he's rescued from the latest attack by a man right out of his
fantasies, Andrew doesn't know whether to submit to the desire he feels
or run for the hills. But when his actions put Bear in danger, will
Andrew be strong enough to stand up and protect the one man that has
come to mean the world to him or will his fear prevent him from keeping
Bear safe?<br />
<br />
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Excerpt<br />
Bear put the car in park and turned off the engine. He started to turn
to talk to Andrew, but changed his mind when he saw the devastating
terror in the man’s eyes. Even with the swelling around his eyes, the
man’s fear shinned through like a beacon.<br />
Bear climbed out of the car and opened the backdoor. He slid into the
seat next to Andrew. Careful of his movements, he reached for Andrew,
sliding an arm under his back to help him sit up.<br />
“Careful now, Andrew,” he said in a low, soothing tone. “You’re in pretty bad shape.”<br />
“Where?” Andrew winced when his tongue came out and slid across his swollen and split lips. “Where am I?”<br />
“We’re in a car on the way to get you some help.”<br />
The blue eyes that flickered up to him were still filled with fear but a little less so than a moment ago. “Who are…are you?”<br />
“My name is Bear Black.” This was the dicey part. “We’ll talk about
everything after you’ve seen a doctor. Right now, what you need to know
is that you are safe.”<br />
Every muscle in Andrew’s body went stiff as he whimpered. Bear knew from
the increase of fear in the man’s eyes that he had just remembered
getting beaten. When Bear saw a tear slide down Andrew’s bruised cheek,
something inside of him snapped.<br />
Bear scooped Andrew up in his arms and cradled him to his chest. He
pressed his cheek against the side of the man’s head, murmuring to him,
“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll keep you safe. I promise. No one is going to harm
you ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”<br />
Each cry that fell from Andrew’s lips tore at Bear’s heart until he
wondered if it was bleeding just as much as Andrew was. Bear couldn’t
explain what was going on inside of him if he tried. His emotions were
so conflicted, he didn’t know which one to address first.<br />
The overwhelming need streaming through Bear to keep Andrew safe and
protected was overshadowed by his desire to keep the gorgeous doctor all
to himself. And the rage building in his gut at what had been done to
Andrew was tempered only by his need to see to it that Andrew was taken
care of.<br />
Bear didn’t try to analyze it too much either. His mother always told
him that the spirits had a plan for everyone and he need only listen to
the wind to find out what it was. The wind was telling Bear to hold on
tight to Andrew Sutherland before the doctor slipped away and got lost
in the breeze.<br />
“H–hurt,” Andrew whispered.<br />
“I know, baby.” Bear winced when he lifted a hand and brushed back the
sweat dampened hair from Andrew’s face. Blood had dried in spots, caking
his hair to his head. “I’m taking you to get you some help. Once the
doc has seen you and you’re all cleaned up, then you can rest.”<br />
“Ri–ribs bruised,” Andrew stuttered through pale lips. “Not broken.”<br />
Just the way he said it told Bear that Andrew spoke from experience. His
ribs had been broken before. It made Bear wonder what else had been
broken. He would have asked but right then Andrew inhaled sharply and
stiffened.<br />
“What’s wrong, Andrew?” Bear asked quickly. “What hurts?” Dumb question,
he knew, but this seemed a little more severe than a moment ago. “What
can I do?”<br />
“Just…” Andrew inhaled a slow and shaky breath. “Just need to rest.”<br />
Bear was pretty sure Andrew needed a lot more than rest, but he wasn’t
going to argue with the man. He gently laid Andrew back on the seat and
then tucked the blanket back around him.<br />
He lightly stroked his hand down the side of Andrew’s head, the one
place he could find that didn’t seem to be swollen. “You rest. I’ll get
us to where we’re going.”<br />
Andrew nodded even as his eyelids slide closed. Bear watched him for a
moment before climbing out of the car and shutting the door. He got back
in the front seat and started the engine, and then drove slowly forward
on the bumpy road.<br />
Looking for a spot wide enough to turn around, Bear was surprised when
the road ended in front of a small log cabin. He stopped the car and
stared at the structure, taking in how well kept it seemed to be.<br />
The wooden logs of the outer walls were old and faded with time but they
were in good condition. And the place was clean, the bushes all kept
back from around the small homestead and the grass at a manageable
level. Someone obviously loved this little gem hidden in the woods and
took good care of it.<br />
“B–Bear.”<br />
Bear turned and glanced into the backseat. “What’s wrong, Andrew?”<br />
“Have to”—Andrew’s pale face turned a little green when he swallowed,
which matched perfectly to the shaking of his limbs—“to throw up.”<br />
“Right.” Bear turned the car off and got to the backseat in a matter of
seconds. He lifted Andrew out of the car and carried him over to some
bushes. Bear held Andrew as he puked, grimacing at how painful it look.<br />
By the time Andrew was done emptying the contents of his stomach, he was
panting heavily and drenched in sweat. His hands clutched at Bear’s
arms, his nails digging deep. His soft blue eyes echoed with agony as he
stared up at Bear.<br />
“Tired.”<br />
“I know, baby.” Bear glanced up at the cabin. He needed to get Andrew
somewhere he could rest. Maybe he could get DB and Nick to come here
instead of the tavern, wherever here was. He smiled down at Andrew as he
lifted him up and started carrying him toward the cabin. “I’ll take
care of you.”<br />
Bear just prayed he could keep that promise. He also prayed that whoever
owned the cabin wouldn’t blow a gasket when they learned it had been
taken over by a bear.<br />
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ADULT EXCERPT</b></div>
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Andrew jumped when he felt a light tap to his ass.<br />
Had Bear just spanked him?<br />
Andrew raised his head to look up at the big man, astonished. Bear
started back for a moment, not moving, almost as if he was waiting for
Andrew’s reaction. Andrew didn’t know what Bear saw in his eyes but the
man’s lips began to spread into a smile.<br />
“You’d better get to the shower, babe. I can already smell bacon cooking and you don’t want to miss out on that.”<br />
Andrew started to move off of Bear. He was pretty much sprawled over the
top of the large man. He spread his legs to straddle Bear’s waist,
planting his knees on the mattress on either side of the man for
leverage. When he pushed himself up, he felt something long and hard
press up against his ass cheeks.<br />
Andrew froze. He couldn’t move. He knew exactly what that was, and the
answering response tented the front of his pajama bottoms. Andrew sucked
in a slow breath and raised his eyes to Bear’s. The heat he could see
burning in the man’s eyes made him flush.<br />
“Bear, I—” Andrew had no idea what he wanted to say, or even if he wanted to say anything.<br />
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He wanted to beg the sexy man to fuck
him until his eyes rolled back in his head. He wanted to feel that hard
shaft pushing up against him, sink into his body over and over again
until he screamed Bear’s name.<br />
Andrew cried out and humped his hips forward when Bear settled a hand
over his growing erection through his pajama bottoms. Even through the
thin fabric, Andrew could feel the man’s hand move across his sensitive
flesh. Each caress, each gentle squeeze was exquisite.<br />
Pure torture.<br />
Not having ever felt anything beyond his own hand, Andrew couldn’t
prevent himself from thrusting his cock forward into Bear’s tight grasp.
Andrew’s head fell back on his shoulders as he groaned. This was why he
was gay. This gentle yet firm touch.<br />
Had anything ever felt better?<br />
“God, please, Bear, I—” Andrew wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He just knew he never want this to stop, whatever <em>this</em> was.<br />
When Bear’s hand slipped inside his pajamas and wrapped around his cock,
the skin-to-skin contact made Andrew shudder. His toes curled. He was
positive there wasn’t enough air in the universe to fill his
oxygen-deprived lungs.<br />
“Just feel, baby.” Bear’s deep whiskey voice rushed over him like warm water. “Just let it happen.”<br />
Andrew groaned again, his body tightening with something he didn’t know how to identify or even describe. He could feel <em>it</em>. And whatever <em>it</em> was, it was getting closer. Bear’s hand tightened. His thumb brushed the head of Andrew’s cock.<br />
Andrew forgot to breathe when he felt a tingle began at the base his
cock. It wrapped around his balls before shooting up the entire length
of his shaft. The pressure exploded out the top of his cock like a
geyser, covering Bear’s hand in a wash of creamy white seed.<br />
When the tension holding him stiff faded, Andrew collapsed down on top
of Bear. The only thing he could hear was the rapid beat of his heart.
It was loud and thunderous, blocking everything out.<br />
When the world around came rushing back in, Andrew realized he was
sprawled across Bear’s chest again. Only this time, the man was rubbing
his back, warming him. Which was good because he could feel the wetness
between them cooling.<br />
And he could feel Bear’s hard cock still pushing up against him.Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-79314120646051750312015-12-30T17:17:00.001-08:002015-12-30T17:17:27.685-08:00Alpha Shaman (Bad Oak Boys #2) — by Erin M. Leaf <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130193" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The
world isn’t ready for a rock star werewolf, but Josh Oakley can’t stop
biology. When his brother sends sexy wolf shaman Gerwulf to help him,
instinct is too mild a word for how he feels. Gerwulf calls to his
animal in a way that defies logic.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130332" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Gerwulf
knows Josh is his mate the moment they meet, but he doesn’t like guys
and he doesn’t intend to bond with anyone. He’ll help the musician
control his wolf, but getting too close isn’t his intention. Besides, he
wouldn’t know what to do with a man in his bed.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130286" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Of
course, shifters can’t dodge fate—a crisis forces Josh and Gerwulf to
accept their connection just in time to save Forst Pack from an old
enemy. When biology ties them together beyond even a mating bond, will
they be able to move past their fear and into a future that holds more
than they ever expected?</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130289" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">***MPREG Romance***</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130299" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh
needed to taste Gerwulf, right the fuck now. He’d gone from confusion
over his intense attraction to this wolf and straight into need. It felt
right to desire this man. It felt like that unattainable connection
he’d been searching for, all through the years of writing love songs and
fucking random men and women on the road. “I’m going to kiss you,
Gerwulf. You don’t get to say no.” His wolf growled, wanting him to get
on with it. <i>Mate.</i></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_129991" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Gerwulf
stared at him, eyes dark as old whiskey. “You shouldn’t be doing this,
especially not now. Your instinct to shift is confusing your libido.” He
reached out and grabbed Josh’s arms, pressing his fingers into his skin
as if he was afraid Josh was going to take off.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130363" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130362">Confusing me? As if. I’m not the one hanging on for dear life. This guy is mine, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.</i>
Josh let himself enjoy the pain of the Shaman’s grip. He hadn’t
expected to feel attraction like this, ever. Hell, he hadn’t expected to
shift into a wolf either, but the moment Gerwulf showed up at his door,
his desire for both things had grown stronger and stronger. “Your hands
tell me a different story, Gerwulf.” He moved in and pressed his aching
cock right into the Shaman’s hip. The man was built solid. Josh ground
against him, desperate to feel a response.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130372" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“We
shouldn’t be doing this,” Gerwulf said, voice cracking on the last
word. His fingers flexed on Josh’s biceps. A minute tremble told Josh
the Shaman wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to appear. Instead of
pushing him away, Gerwulf pulled him closer.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130374" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh
smiled, all teeth. “I’m going to shift, I promise you, but you need to
let me in first.” He inhaled, savoring the warm spice scent that drifted
from Gerwulf’s skin. “You smell fucking fantastic.” He leaned in and
put his lips on Gerwulf’s neck. God, he wanted to <i>bite</i> him. Was this what it had been like for his brother? Maybe being a wolf wouldn’t be so bad.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130381" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Gerwulf
trembled and dug his fingers into Josh’s arms. “I’m a Shaman. I’ll be
Forst Pack’s Alpha-Shaman someday. Your wolf recognizes my power. That’s
all this is.”</span></div>
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Josh laughed, going along with Gerwulf’s delusion that he was doing
this because of some paranormal status woo-woo. “Yeah, whatever.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Gerwulf
opened his legs slightly, slotting them together more closely. “You
don’t understand what’s happening.” He sounded disturbed.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130305" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh
forced himself to lean back. He wanted to take a bite out of this man,
God help him, but he didn’t want to hurt him. “You’ve never been with a
guy before, have you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“What?”
Gerwulf’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “How did you know that?”
He moved his hands to Josh’s wrists, trapping his arms against his
flanks, as if that would hold him off. “Not that it matters. That’s not
what this is about.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_129996" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t
worry. It’s not as scary as you think.” Josh leaned in again, nosing
along Gerwulf’s jaw. He took his time. This particular moment would
never happen again. “We have the same plumbing. The same needs.” He
wanted their first kiss to be explosive. He shoved down the niggling
worry in his mind that told him he’d forgotten something extremely
important. His wolf was happy. His dick was happy. Gerwulf wasn’t
pulling away. What could be wrong? He’d deal with the shifting problem
later. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, Gerwulf. It’s not like we’re
getting married.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You
have no idea what kind of fire you’re playing with,” Gerwulf said, hips
jerking slightly. His erection, still trapped in his pants, slid across
Josh’s nude cock, making them both moan.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130390" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re
playing with the same flame, Shaman,” Josh said, once he’d gotten
control of his voice back. His dick had never before been so hard just
from light foreplay.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130395" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Gerwulf flushed. “Nothing about this is normal.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130398" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh
groaned. “You’re sexy and hot. This is perfectly normal. You may not
have fucked a man before, but I have. I’m bi and totally fine with it.”
He paused. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to scare you
off.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130310" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“For
Christ’s sake.” Gerwulf let out an explosive breath. “This has
everything to do with you being a wolf, Josh. Listen to me.” He shook
Josh slightly. “I’m an Alpha-Shaman. You’re a Beta. Our wolves are
confusing power and status with sex.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Josh
blinked, trying to force his arousal-soaked brain to function. “You
think I want you because you’re a Shaman?” He chuckled. “No.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130313" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes,” Gerwulf insisted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>His mouth says one thing, but his body says another.</i> Josh wrestled with himself. He would <i>not</i> force Gerwulf to do anything he truly didn’t want to do, despite what he’d said. <i>But I want one good kiss before I step away.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fuck
this.” He leaned in and kissed Gerwulf. Immediately, the Shaman opened
his mouth, letting Josh’s tongue inside. “Christ, you taste like the
forest,” Josh said, shuddering. He suckled Gerwulf’s bottom lip, then
dove in again. “I can’t get enough of you.” His mind felt white-hot and
crazy, with his wolf howling and growling. His cock was so stiff it
hurt. He wanted to take Gerwulf up against the wall. He wanted to bite
him and mark him and not look back.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_130462" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Erin
M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a
specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E.
Blossom.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Segoe UI";">Detective Beck Stryker has a lot to juggle: his
long-distance relationship with FBI profiler Zach Littman, the family issues of
cop widow Marybeth Halliday and her two boys, and the ups and downs of being
out and proud. To top it off, Beck must work with his closeted ex-lover Van on
the case of a skeleton discovered in the woods. <br />
FBI profiler Dr. Zach Littman has been working on an exit strategy for months.
Every time he’s on the brink of resigning, Minneapolis Unit Director Sands
comes up with “one more case,” one that only Zach can manage. It’s a situation
that frustrates Beck. Zach has promised he’ll leave the FBI and profiling
behind—as soon as his Colorado medical license comes through. It may be easier
said than done. Zach has reservations about uprooting his life and moving to
Denver.<br />
A killer leaves a grisly invitation insisting Zach participate in a deadly
game, the rules of which are known only to the psychopath. It’s clear he won’t
stop until he’s taken out Zach. It’s a race against time for Beck and Zach to capture
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The girl lay on a centrally positioned steel
table, face white as a shroud. She looked nothing like the young woman who had
sat on the porch that day. Elmo and the autopsy tech stood next to her. The
assistant was male, slightly built, with inky hair pulled back in a ponytail.
His dark gaze met Beck’s and darted away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A mask hid the lower half of Elmo’s face.
“Evening, Detective.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Beck stopped a yard away. It was still close
enough for him to see the dead stare of dull gray-blue eyes, the gaping chest
wound where the sternum should be, and the multiple stab wounds—some running
vertical, some horizontal, some diagonal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Murder seemed more heinous in this antiseptic
atmosphere, the dead laid bare to reveal their secrets. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Get it over with and get out of here.</i> “What did you find?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“The heart is missing. It’s not just chopped out.
It’s excised, like the killer had some sort of medical knowledge. It’s a
precision job.”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Jesus.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">
Was the Follower a physician?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The diener glanced at Quick, then at Beck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Should they be talking in front of the tech? The
more people who knew, the more likely the case would spring informational
leaks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As if reading Beck’s mind, Quick said, “Please get
the inventory forms, Mr. Fox.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The tech turned and exited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“And the second finding?” Beck wasn’t sure he
wanted to hear this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Elmo frowned. “It’s more disturbing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Beck’s gut clenched. More messages to Zach?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Elmo gestured with a gloved hand. “I did the
autopsies on three of Xavier Darling’s victims.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">This couldn’t lead anywhere good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Elmo’s expression softened. “I know you didn’t
work those cases. But you should know—the technique used to remove the heart is
similar.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Beck battled the surge of panic that welled in his
chest. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Similar.</i> Were they dealing
with a Darling wannabe?</span><br />
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<br />Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-50934561616693310182015-12-30T13:48:00.001-08:002015-12-30T13:48:50.381-08:00Stronger, Better, Faster, More by Carlin Grant & Katey Hawthorne <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When
he gets super-endurance powers out of nowhere, being a culinary student
and kids’ soccer coach isn’t enough for Beau Warren--he has to be a
superhero too. A sweet, hardworking trans man from a close knit family,
it’s important to Beau to use his new abilities to stand up for people
who can’t protect themselves. When he runs into a speedster at a fire
rescue, he doesn’t expect it to be his high school crush, Vel
Chandrasekhar. Turns out Vel got superspeed when Beau go his endurance,
so they decide to make their single supe act into a duo.</div>
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With
their immediate attraction and superpowered libidos, it’s not long
before Beau and Vel are roommates-with-benefits. That’s the idea,
anyhow, if only Beau can keep from falling back into his old crush hard,
since Vel’s self-esteem issues have left him skittish about
relationships. Just when things are at boiling point between them,
though, their search for their own superhero origin story leads them and
their families into mortal danger. The only way to survive the truth is
to depend on each other--and admit they’re a lot more than friends.</div>
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1451510589337_30079">excerpt:</b></div>
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“Yeah,
they’re good kids,” Beau said, leaning in to show pictures of his
soccer team to her on the phone. His accent had gotten thicker as time
went on, dropping all his g’s, even an unironic ain’t slipping in here
and there.</div>
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Which,
to be frank, was starting to drive Vel crazy. In a good way—or a way
that would’ve been good if they hadn’t been surrounded by church ladies
at a crowded picnic. Usually Beau suppressed the accent…except in bed.</div>
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“That
one there, Ella, she’s just about as shy as she can be. Took her
forever to actually go after the ball, because she didn’t want to take
it from anyone. Near about drove me crazy, because she’s fast. I think
she could go to school for it if she keeps up. That or track.”</div>
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Was
it getting hotter out here? Maybe it was the barbecue. Or maybe it was
Vel’s sudden urge to cross his legs. Which he did. God, this was so
wildly inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it. He had associations with
that accent.</div>
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Beau
gave Vel a passing glance over his phone, then quickly did a
double-take. A sly grin crept up on his face after a moment of dawning
realization. “How you doin’ over there, Vel? All right? We leavin’ you
out of the conversation?”</div>
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“Nah,
I’m—I’m good.” Vel coughed and shot a you-dick look at Beau. Didn’t
last long, though. He loved it when dude was a little shit—ugh, not
helping. “Just, you know. Attentive listening and all.”</div>
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Beau
chuckled, looking more than a little bit smug. “All right, then. You
just let me know if I can do anything for you, now. Get you some more
food or something.”</div>
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“Or
something.” Vel tried to look exasperated. And crossed his legs a
little tighter. Oh God, this guy was gonna get it…which was exactly what
Beau wanted, but still.</div>
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Beau
grinned, then made a show of checking his watch. “Damn, look at the
time. We’ve gotta be getting some food to Davy if we want to get home
before too late.” He leaned in to gently kiss the woman’s white hair.
“It was good to see you, Aunt Nora. I’ll try and come back real soon,
okay?”</div>
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About
ten minutes later, they’d filled up a container with food and said
their good-byes to the sweet old ladies, plus about a hundred other
people who wanted to fawn over Beau. Thankfully, the problem in Vel’s
pants dissipated about as quickly as it had come on, so he managed to
smile and not look totally distracted. Even when he was standing behind
Beau. Trying not to look at that fine ass. Inappropriate, inappropriate!</div>
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Problem
was, everything about Beau made Vel feel…inappropriate. This was a bad
place for it, though. A bad place to be affectionate, a bad place to
look at him like that. Not just because it was weird, but because it
could lead to an ass-kicking, possibly involving a cane, when it came to
light that there was no boyfriend thing happening here.</div>
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And
there couldn’t be. Because reasons. Reasons of Vel being a huge fuck-up
and Beau being a sweet, delicate flower, okay? Sex and friendship.</div>
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Lots of both. Like, lots.</div>
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Which
was totally why, when they got around the corner toward the parking
lot, Vel spun and backed Beau against the nearest wall. “You fucking
brat!” Vel grinned hugely before laying a big kiss on him. Tease him in
the middle of a church picnic, huh?</div>
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Beau
laughed into Vel’s mouth, his hand going into Vel’s hair. “Damn right.”
He let his head drop back against the wall, his arm heavy around Vel’s
shoulders. “I think you like it,” he said and spread his knees wide
enough for Vel to lean in between them.</div>
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Vel
fitted his hips into Beau’s, wedging between his legs so he could feel
just how much Vel liked it. The quick-boner thing could be a drawback,
but sometimes it was kinda nice. He bit at Beau’s bottom lip. “What am I
gonna do with you? You and this dirty Southern-boy mouth of yours?”
Seriously, though, that accent…why was it even hot? Fuck.</div>
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Beau
groaned at the bite and rocked very slightly against Vel’s hips, eyes
closed on an exhale. “Pretty sure I can think of something we can do
with my mouth.” His words were barely more than a breath against Vel’s
lips before he kissed him, openmouthed and dirty.</div>
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Only to freeze at the sound of a throat being cleared behind them.</div>
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“Aunt
Nora,” Beau said, his voice horrified as he turned about eight shades
of red. Vel had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing outright as
Beau stuttered, “I-uh. This is, uh…”</div>
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“You left your phone on the table.” She sounded entirely too amused.</div>
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Vel
pushed off the wall, still biting his lip, and sort of wedged himself
behind Beau. It was either that or adjust his obvious erection right in
front of a sweet elderly lady. He met her gaze, though, and gave a
little shrug and a what-can-you-do kind of grin.</div>
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“I-oh.
Uh. Thanks, that’s— I need that, yeah. Thanks.” Beau took the few steps
to Aunt Nora like they were painful, then took the phone and slipped it
into his ass pocket. “Thanks.”</div>
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“Of course, dear.” She gave them both a pointed look. “Now, I think you two ought to head home.”</div>
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“Yes, ma’am,” Beau said immediately and then just looked more embarrassed for it. “Thank you.”</div>
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Vel was outright smirking by then. “Nice meeting you, ma’am.”</div>
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Beau
hightailed it to the car, practically dragging Vel with him. Once they
were in, he carefully set his food on the dash and slowly lowered his
forehead to the steering wheel. “Oh my God.” His face was a bright,
violent red.</div>
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Vel, of course, couldn’t stop giggling. “Oh my God, ofcourse the sweet church lady caught us at it! Day complete!”</div>
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“Nooo,” Beau whined, though he was starting to laugh too. “This is terrible. She’s known me since I was wearing diapers.”</div>
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He
dropped his head back against the rest and looked at Vel for a long
moment. Slowly his blush faded away, and he grinned. “I was having fun
before that, though.” His drawl was back. “Want me to finish?”</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
Last Easy Day </span></u></b></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The day
Lieutenant Kurt Crandall entered Navy SEAL training, the last person he
expected to encounter was the guy who seduced him two nights ago. Enlisted man
JJ Hunt is blond, built, and proficient at every task…and strictly off limits.
Despite the risk, Kurt can’t resist JJ’s invitation for a covert fling. Days
short of graduation JJ drops out due to grievous injury, only to show up eight
years later assigned to the SEAL team under Kurt’s command. It doesn’t take
long for the Lieutenant Commander and his new Chief to disregard regulations
and succumb to temptation. A suspicious teammate tries to stir up trouble, but
trouble is relative when a mission goes wrong, leaving a life hanging in the
balance. <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Eight
years ago, 1400, Mid-December, BUD/S training, NAB Coronado California </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Kurt stumbled and fell to one knee on the beach.
Two hours on the obstacle course and a grueling run, followed by hours in the
surf with his boat crew had sapped his strength. Soaked and shivering, his legs
felt more like spaghetti than flesh and bone, and despite the cold he’d sweated
out twice what he’d taken in. Sand had gotten in every crack and crevice,
rubbing him raw. His head throbbed in time to his heartbeat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Get up Crandall, you pussy!” Master Chief Stillwater’s
scream had all the subtlety of gunfire. “Why am I seeing you on the goddamned
ground again?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The harsh words bounced around inside Kurt’s skull.
Exertion had left his muscles burning, shaking with the effort of putting one
foot in front of the other. He lurched to his feet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Behind Stillwater, Kurt’s team waited on the sand.
Like the other four, JJ was soaked to the skin and smeared with sand and sweat,
but Kurt could still make out the sympathy in that pale blue gaze. Sympathy…and
maybe a hint of something else. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Don’t
look at me like that, JJ, You’ll screw us both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">They’d gotten to know each other since that first
encounter in the men’s room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Josiah Joplin Hunt had left Kurt high and dry at
Molly’s due to running into a friend in the parking lot. He came from a family
of SEALs: father, brother, cousin. His sister had married a SEAL. There was
heavy expectation JJ would follow the family tradition. JJ had enlisted in the
navy right out of high school and had spent three years on a ship. Now he’d
taken on BUD/S and had a shot at a trident. Maybe a better shot than Kurt had,
at this point. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“What the fuck is wrong with you, Crandall?” The
instructor’s gaze probed him, seeing everything and finding him wanting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“T-tired. S-s-sir.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Tired? You’re a motherfucking officer. How can
you lead a team if you can’t stay on your fucking feet? You think the fucking
enemy is going to wait for you to fucking rest, Crandall?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No. Chief.” Kurt swayed, broadened his stance. He
was in serious danger of falling on his face. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">And won’t that impress the Chief. </i>Before BUD/S, he hadn’t believed
the stories of physical extremes and mental exhaustion. Now those rumors seemed
like fairytales. BUD/S was hell on wheels, beyond the endurance of the human
body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Stillwater gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “You
think they’re handing out tridents to men too tired to stay upright,
Lieutenant?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No, Master Chief.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“You think a man too tired to haul his sorry
carcass onto shore deserves to be a SEAL?” Stillwater had gone back to yelling.
“You think you get to be too tired to carry your injured buddy out of the
jungle with bullets flying?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No.” Kurt forced his legs to quit trembling. “No,
sir.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“No. The SEALs don’t want that man. A SEAL has the
mental fortitude to reach past physical exhaustion and operate on sheer will.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I can do that, Chief.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">They’d started out with a class of one hundred;
after six weeks the class was down to thirty. Seventy percent of the class has
DOR’ed—dropped on request. For some, DOR represented the admission of failure;
for others it meant salvation from a grueling journey that had evolved from
optimism to despair. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Right now, Kurt didn’t feel too optimistic. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“BUD/S is too much for you. In fact, I think
you’re one of those guys who couldn’t handle enlisted boot camp.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I can handle this, Instructor Stillwater.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I don’t think you’ve got what it takes to be a
SEAL.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Kurt’s stomach clenched.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Shit.</i> He wanted this with every fiber of his being. He’d always
wanted it. There was no plan B. “I do have what it takes, Chief. I do.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Stillwater scowled and crossed his arms. “Then get
off your fucking lilywhite ass, get on your feet, and start proving to me you fucking
can, Lieutenant.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hoo-yah.” </span></div>
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PROTECTING HIS OWN</div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Viking Lore 2</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18351" style="color: black;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18350" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18349" style="font-size: small;">As a <i><span>berserkr</span></i><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18404"> warrior</span>, protecting others came
naturally to Ulfr. <span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24184">After watching his
family get cut down before his eyes, Ulfr vowed revenge. Decades later, he is
still looking for the jarl that slaughtered his family. When he discovers a sexy
redhead being held prisoner by the very man he seeks, Ulfr has to decide between
vengeance and protecting his mate.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sold into slavery by his brother,
Eitri despairs that he will ever be free. When rescue comes in the form of the
biggest warrior Eitri has ever seen, his fascination with Ulfr <span>quickly outweighs his fear</span> of the
powerful <i><span>berserkr</span></i><span>.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">There
are forces at work that threaten to take away all they have found in each
other's arms. A brother bent on seeing Eitri a slave, a mischievous god out to
cause trouble, and a murderous jarl willing to kill anyone in his path to
immortality are just a few of the obstacles Ulfr and Eitri need to overcome if
they want to protect their own.</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">STORY EXCERPT</span></b></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18410" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“I smell you, wolf,” the angry voice from before
said from the shadows. “I know you are there.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24179" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr stilled. He should not have been detected.
<em>Berserkrs </em>smelled of the forest, of earth and wind and the very trees.
Their scent blended with nature, undetectable to human senses—unless he was not
dealing with a human.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Considering what he was, that was always a
possibility.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18415" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr pushed the door open with his shoulder and
stepped inside the building. The room wasn’t huge but it was large enough to
have darkened corners. Luckily, Ulfr had great eyesight and was able to
immediately pinpoint his opponent.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The man still smelled of hate.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18418" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">There was another smell floating on the air, one
that was sweeter, alluring. It made Ulfr think of days past when his life was
simple and he was happy. The sweet fragrance wrapped around him and moved
against his skin like the finest fur, sensual and arousing. It messed with
Ulfr’s senses, and raised his hackles when he could not immediately pinpoint its
source.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18421" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“You have me at a disadvantage,” Ulfr replied as he
moved further into the room, sniffing at the air. The putrid scent of hate
burned his nostrils. “You seem to know who I am but I do not believe we have
ever met.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“No, that is not exactly true.” The man’s
silhouette moved as he did, strolling slowly across the room as if he wasn’t
facing off against an enemy, but staying to the shadows as though he didn’t want
his face in the light.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“We have met before,” the man continued in a cool
voice that grated on Ulfr’s nerves and poked at his memories. He had heard this
voice before but where? “It has been more years ago than I care to remember, but
we have met.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr searched his memory but what he could see of
the man’s face didn’t bring anything to mind. He cocked his head, his curiosity
about the stranger growing. “If we have met before, why do you not show
yourself?”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“I did not wish to bring back old memories,
Ulfr.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr tensed, his muscles tightening as the man
stepped out of the shadows and into the torchlight. He sucked in an anguished
breath as the light fell on the stranger’s face and he became a stranger no
more.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr growled as he dove at the man, his rage making
his shift fast and deadly. Jarl Alrekr jumped out of the way at the very last
second. Ulfr’s claws sliced across the man’s abdomen, ripping his tunic wide
open and leaving a trail of deep gouges marring his skin.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18426" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Oh, you are good.” The man laughed as he pressed
his hand over his open wounds. “You were big as a child but you have grown since
I last saw you.” The man’s eyes roamed over Ulfr’s massive wolf body. “I am
impressed.”</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18429" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr wasn’t impressed. He was enraged. Jarl Alrekr
had killed his family in cold blood, slaughtering them right before his eyes.
Ulfr had spent years being eaten alive by rage and anguish. Once he learned to
shift, he had stayed in his wolf form longer than most. After meeting Baldr,
Ulfr had spent years under his tutelage, learning how to be a great warrior…just
for this moment. He peeled back his lips, growling as he showed Alrekr his
daggerlike teeth. The wait was over. This was his chance to avenge his
family.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18432" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">They circled one another, the anticipation building
within his gut, while he studied his opponent. Alrekr looked exactly the same,
the memory forever burned inside his mind. Ulfr lurched forward, testing the
other man’s reflexes, and Alrekr jerked back. Ulfr grinned. He’d been waiting
for this day to come for decades. He taunted and teased, playing with Alrekr,
testing his resolve as he waited to make his move.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18435" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr feigned to the left. When Alrekr jumped to the
right, Ulfr was there waiting for him. He latched onto the man’s arm with his
razor sharp teeth slicing past skin and bone. The sound of the man’s pain-filled
cry satisfied Ulfr’s wolf, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear Alrekr scream
and beg for mercy before he died. He wanted the man to suffer, to feel the pain
that he’d felt all these years.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He thrashed his head side to side, and Alrekr
shrieked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr grunted when a meaty fist plowed into the side
of his face. His teeth tore flesh from bone as he fell back, sliding against the
hard floor. Alrekr’s face had paled but there was a determined press to his lips
that said this fight wasn’t over.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr jump to his feet and couched down, growling
deep within his chest. He snapped his jaws at the man, snarling. Alrekr clutched
his bloody arm to his chest, cradling it carefully. Ulfr could see large chunks
of flesh hanging free as blood poured from the wound, dripping to the ground. He
thought he even saw bone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Alrekr backed up, his eyes intent. “It seems I may
have underestimated you, Ulfr. It will not happen again.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr roared and jumped back when Alrekr kicked over
a brazier. Hot coals and smoldering hot wood crashed to the floor and started
burning everything they touched. Within seconds, the room was engulfed, flames
licking up the walls and along the floor, the heat singing Ulfr’s
fur.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Alrekr’s laughter followed him out of the building
as the man ran.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr started to chase after him until he heard a
whimper from the figure in the cage. Ulfr glanced back, his eyes landing on the
wooden cage. Already, flames licked up the sides. The figure inside would be
burned to death before the cage was destroyed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr took another step toward the door. The
frightened whimper was accompanied by a cough and a sharp inhale, a desperate
attempt for more air. Ulfr’s shoulders slumped. As much as he wanted to leave
and go after the man that had destroyed his family, he knew he could not. His
honor demanded he save whoever was inside that cage.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">His revenge could wait.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Ulfr turned back and ran to the burning cage. By
now, all of one side of the wooden cage was in flames. Ulfr shifted back to his
human form as soon as he reached the cage. He grabbed the wooden bars on one
side and pulled with all of his strength until they snapped.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24177" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">With the building already in flames, Ulfr didn’t
bother unwrapping the person in the furs. The covering would probably keep him
or her protected anyway. He just reached in and grabbed the covered bundle and
pulled it out of the cage before turning and running from the burning
building.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18438" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri’s head swam with euphoria as he slowly
extracted his teeth from the <em>berserkr’s</em> flesh. He had felt the
connection with the first draw of blood. It had only strengthened with each
swallow.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The cry of the wolf holding him changed from one of
pain to a deep groan of pleasure. Eitri felt the wolf move against him, the
touch as sensual as it was forceful. When his hair was grabbed and his head
yanked back until his neck was exposed, Eitri didn’t fight it. He knew what was
coming, and as much as it frightened him, it soothed him as well.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Still, the cry that fell from his lips as the
wolf’s razor sharp fangs sank into his throat had to have been heard in the
halls of <em>Valhöll</em>. By the time the wolf withdrew his teeth several
moments later and lifted his head, the bond was complete.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18441" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Oh, <em>bóndi</em>,” the rough-voiced wolf
whispered, “you know not what you have done.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri buried his face in the man’s chest, his nose
brushing against the curled hair smattered across the powerful muscles. He
wanted to sink into oblivion and disappear forever. He hadn’t meant to bite the
man but something in his gut had taken a hold of him and before he could stop
himself, his teeth were buried deep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">And now the man was angry. Eitri could feel it in
the tense muscles beneath him. The man’s chest rose and fell rapidly. The hand
gripping a fistful of his hair was tightening, pulling his head back. Eitri
would be afraid the man was going to snap his neck…if he didn’t feel so safe
with the handsome stranger.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri couldn’t remember that last time he had felt
safe, if ever. Surrounded as he was by the man’s massive arms, Eitri was able to
draw in his first calming breath in forever. But whatever oxygen he had pulled
into his lungs whooshed right back out when he was suddenly lifted into the air
like a rag doll and flipped around until he straddled the large man’s huge
thighs.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24174" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri’s hoarse cry filled the air as something
long, thick, and slick slid between his ass cheeks. The tip of the finger
circled his tight ring of muscles until they fluttered with need, and then it
thrust in, pulling another cry from Eitri. Having never had anything in his ass
before, the sensation frightened Eitri as much as it intrigued him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">When it pulled out, Eitri almost cried out in
protest, but it was back just as fast, thicker this time, two fingers. When they
pushed deep, Eitri thought he was going to lose his mind. He felt so full, the
burn making him ache, but for what?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri whimpered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“<em>Bóndi.</em>” The word was whispered,
desperate.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Needy.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24166" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Eitri thought he was ready when the two fingers
pulled back, but a third finger added stretched him beyond what he thought he
could stretch. Eitri cried out as he wiggled, to be free or to beg for more he
was unsure. He just knew he had to move. The thrusting was driving him toward
something but what that something was went beyond Eitri’s scope of
knowledge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Ohhh!” Eitri’s head fell back when the fingers in
his ass brushed against something that sent sparks of fire racing through his
body. His cock was so hard and aching. He had an insane urge to rub against the
stranger holding him.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18444" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Just when he thought he might give in to his need,
the fingers in his ass were pulled out, replaced a mere moment later with
something hot and hard and so damn big it brought tears to his eyes. Eitri
clutched at the man’s shoulders as his ass was split wide open with one deep
thrust. He cried out in pain, positive he was being killed.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18447" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">One thrust turned into two, and then five, ten,
more than he could count. A single massive hand spanned across his lower back,
holding him in place as he was repeatedly impaled, the man’s body moving against
his roughly, hard, almost violently, until Eitri thought he couldn’t take
another moment of it.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_24160" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">And then something happened, something changed. The
pain that had become his world turned into something that stole his breath.
Tears sprang to his eyes and slid down his cheeks as the most unimaginable
pleasure Eitri had ever felt moved through his body as though the hands of the
gods swept over him. Nothing in his life had ever prepared Eitri for the ecstasy
sweeping through him.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1448861661803_18451" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Teeth as sharp as a knife blade sank back into the
soft skin between his shoulder and neck. The briefest bite of pain turned into
his high cry of pleasure as his body seemed to explode from within, splashing
his gratification between him and the man. The man’s roar of release that shook
the rafters was nothing compared to the roar in his head as the man’s cock
expanded in his ass, locking into place as spurt after spurt of hot seed filled
his channel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Deputy Nick Hale and Dr. Devon Berkley have been
best friends since grade school. They have always been there for each other,
even when DB discovered he was gay and Nick was not. When tragedy strikes, being
best friends might not be enough to keep Nick from making the worst mistake of
his life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB has always had a thing for his best friend but
he hid it under years of friendship. Not willing to let the man out of his life,
DB ignores the attraction growing between them and helps Nick plan his
future—even if that future is with someone else.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60280" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick Hale has always known DB had his back. The man
being gay had never been an issue until one night, the comfort DB offers him
brings to life fantasies he had buried long ago. When it seems like life has
taken away his choices, Nick gives up his fantasies and goes with what he
believes is right. But is it? Or is he fooling himself because the life he has
always dreamed of might just be a fantasy?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“I’m going to grab another beer,” Dr. Devon
Berkley—DB to his friends—said as he got up and headed for the kitchen. “You
need anything?”</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60283" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Yeah, I’ll take another beer.” Nick was so
absorbed in the television that he hadn’t bothered to turn around. He was
fixated on the football game, his eyes glued to the large plasma screen on the
wall.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Deputy Nick Hale…sports fanatic and DB’s best
friend since they were kids. He kind of had to put up with the guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB grabbed two beers out of the fridge and then
carried them back into the living room. He handed one to Nick and then sat down
on the couch next to him, slouching down and kicking his feet up onto the coffee
table.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Where’s Robert?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB blinked in surprise at the question that was
asked out of the blue. He had been expecting Nick to ask him at some point, just
not in the middle of the football game. “We broke up.” DB grimaced as he brought
his beer bottle to his lips. “He said I couldn’t commit.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Seriously?” Nick glanced over at him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB nodded and then took a drink of his
beer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“You were together…what? A week?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Six months.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“That long?” DB almost chuckled when a frown
puckered between Nick’s eyebrows. Nick didn’t tend to keep track of who DB was
dating, but he seemed genuinely confused at the moment. “Why wouldn’t you
commit?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB shrugged. “I don’t know. He just wasn’t for
me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Hmm.” Nick turned back to watch the football game
again. He patted DB’s thigh. “If we’re both single when we’re fifty, we’ll get
married and grow grouchy together.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Dude.” DB chuckled. “Fifty is not that far away.”
Like fifteen years away. It would go by in the blink of an eye.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Sixty then.”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60285">
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“All right, if we’re both still single when we
reach sixty, we’ll get married and grow grouchy together.” Not that he ever
thought it would really happen. DB was gay and Nick was not.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick shot DB a look, his eyes falling to DB’s lap.
“That thing should be out of commission by then. I won’t have to worry about you
trying to butt fuck me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“You could only be so lucky.” DB grabbed his crotch
and gave it a good jiggle. “My dick can bring a man to his knees.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick shook his head. “I don’t suck
dick.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB grinned. “You would for me.” He laughed and
batted away the couch pillow Nick threw at him. “I’m just saying…”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60288">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60287" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick shook his head, a little color filling his
face. “I don’t know how you do it. Give me a nice pussy any day.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB shuddered. “Never had one. Never want one. Girly
bits give me hives.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Yeah, you can get a shot for that nowadays.” Nick
jabbed a finger at DB. “You’re a doctor. You should know that.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB rolled his eyes. “I swear, next time you come
into the ER, I’m going to sew your lips shut.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick slouched against him, blinking rapidly as he
stared up into DB’s face. “Aw, you love me and you know it.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He did, and they both knew it. They had been best
friends since grammar school. DB would do anything for Nick, even marry the jerk
if they were both still single when they were sixty.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He pushed Nick off him. “Get off me, perv, or I’ll
start thinking you really want to see my dick.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Maybe when we’re sixty.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">If DB thought Nick was serious, he’d whip it out
right then and there. He knew the deputy was just joking around with him. They
were best friends and joked around a lot. DB knew if he was ever in trouble,
Nick would be the first one to stand beside him. But the man really was as
straight as they came.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">What a waste.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Even as he pulled DB forward and he slammed his
mouth against the smaller man’s, a warning voice in his head whispered that this
was a really bad idea. Nick ignored it and lowered his head. Nick’s lips pressed
against DB’s, and then gently covered his mouth. He moved his mouth over DB’s,
devouring its softness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick licked purposefully at DB’s lips. As they
parted with a sigh, Nick’s tongue swept inside the warm, wet cavern. Their
tongues tangled in an intimate glide. The caress of DB’s tongue against his and
the longing in his body set Nick aflame.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick broke the kiss. As he pulled back, he nipped
DB’s bottom lip with his teeth. He traced the soft fullness with his tongue. He
pressed his lips to DB’s, caressing the man’s mouth more than kissing
it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB whimpered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Their mouths crashed together again and again,
hungrier and more desperate than before, muffling the sounds of their pleasure.
Hearing the sultry groans that spilled from DB’s mouth caused Nick’s own cock to
ache and leak.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60292">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60291" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick’s heart began to hammer in his chest. DB was
moving against him, the man’s unmistakable hardness thrusting against Nick. He
felt the blood surge from his fingertips to his toes, his cock so hard it
hurt.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“DB,” he murmured against the man’s lips, partly
for himself, partly for DB, trying to regain some semblance of
control.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">His whispered warning had the opposite
effect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick’s gaze dropped from DB’s face to his chest to
his cloth-covered cock. A deep longing took hold of him as he watched a wet
patch spread across the front of DB’s pajama bottoms, one that he was helpless
to deny. The sight of DB in orgasm, the sharp smell of his semen, would forever
be emblazoned in Nick’s memory.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Did you just come?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB’s eyes snapped up, a soft flush of guilt filling
his face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Let me see.” Nick had no idea why he asked what he
did. He just knew seeing the results of their kiss had suddenly become more
important than breathing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Heat and arousal flashed in DB’s eyes as he slowly
lowered his pajama bottoms, hooking the waistband under his balls. The sight of
DB’s spent cock, dripping with cum, almost took Nick to his knees.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60487">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60486" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">His eyes moved to DB’s. A slender delicate thread
began to form between them as their eyes met, something passing between them
that Nick couldn’t define, but it terrified him and intrigued him in equal
measure.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">His cock pulsed in his jeans as he reached down and
scooped up some cum with his finger. Keeping his eyes locked with DB’s, Nick
brought his finger to his mouth, licking away the signs of DB’s release. The
little moan that came from DB as he watched was telling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Not too bad…tangy,” Nick said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">DB’s eyes flashed, his pupils growing large. He
licked his lips as his eyes dropped to Nick’s crotch. Nick grabbed his hard dick
through his jeans. He felt possessed. It was the only explanation for what he
asked next. “Do you want to taste it?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The need that flashed through DB’s eyes as he
dropped to his knees, stole Nick’s breath. He leaned one hand against the wall
and curled the other one in DB’s hair, watching as the man undid his jeans and
pulled his aching cock out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">His heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through
his veins when he felt DB’s wet tongue lick the tip of his cock, and just the
tip. A groan rose up in Nick’s throat as arousal caught him in a vicious grip
and shook him hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“DB, please,” Nick pleaded as he humped his hips
toward DB, an anxious whine falling from his lips. He gritted his teeth when DB
just chuckled at him, then looked at Nick with a wicked glint in his eyes before
swallowing his cock down to the root.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60484">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60483" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick shouted as his eyes rolled to the back of his
head. His hips bucked, driving his cock further down the man’s hot mouth. God,
DB was sucking him so hard that Nick was mindless. He had never felt anything so
fantastic in his life. He could feel every movement, every lick, every sweet
caress. Nick could almost feel the very air around him moving over his sensitive
skin.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60294">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60293" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He felt flushed, hot, and needy. Fire raced through
Nick’s body, melting him from the inside out. He didn’t know what DB would to do
next and it drove him crazy. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears as he waited for
DB’s next move. He just wished the man would hurry the hell up.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60479">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60478" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Nick was about to go out of his ever-loving
mind.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60405">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60404" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">He groaned and started panting when something
brushed against his balls. He spread his legs, giving DB more access. DB held on
to Nick’s hips, keeping them in place as he ran his tongue around the head,
pulling the pre-cum out like honey, and then dove right back down onto Nick’s
cock.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1447360344882_60433" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">“Fuck, DB…fuck!” Nick shouted and then gritted his
teeth, staving off his orgasm. He wasn’t about to let this moment end so soon,
but if DB kept up at his current pace, he was a goner.</span></div>
</div>
Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-43608141294387637392015-10-30T18:25:00.000-07:002015-10-30T18:25:32.538-07:00Safety in Numbers by Jessie G<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13194"><span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13193" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;">Blurb:</span></b></div>
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<i class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13189"><span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13188" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">“Bros stick together no matter what.”</span></i></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
<div class="yiv2101297688MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13176" style="font-size: 16px;">
<span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13175" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">When
Chris and Liam made that promise, they had no idea how important it
would become or how it would be tested in the most brutal way. Nine
years later, their bond cemented in blood, that relationship is all they
have to hold on to. </span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
<div class="yiv2101297688MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13181" style="font-size: 16px;">
<i class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13180"><span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13183" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">“No matter what happens, this friendship will be the one constant we can count on.”</span></i></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13201" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">When
Billy and Owen made that promise, they knew exactly how dangerous the
world could be. They survived prison by protecting each other and they
survived freedom by holding that promise sacred. Now they want more than
just to survive and they want it from the brothers whose bond is as
strong as their own.</span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
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<i class="yiv2101297688"><span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">“We are stronger together than we’ll ever be apart.”</span></i></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13211" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">When
Owen reaches his breaking point, Chris jumps at the chance to make
things right for all of them. With the future in their grasp, will they
realize their strength is in their numbers and finally become the family
they crave?</span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> </span></div>
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<b class="yiv2101297688"><span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;"></span></b></div>
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<b class="yiv2101297688"><span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Author’s Note:</span></b><span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"> This is NOT a foursome, but the story of two couples that needed to be told together.</span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Safety-Numbers-Sizzling-Miami-Book-ebook/dp/B014E90EXA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1446254521&sr=1-1&keywords=jessie+g" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Safety-Numbers-Sizzling-Miami-Book-ebook/dp/B014E90EXA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1446254521&sr=1-1&keywords=jessie+g </a></span></div>
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<span class="yiv2101297688" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;"><br /></span></div>
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<b class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13512"><span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13511" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;">Excerpt:</span></b></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13507" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13509" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">That
silence hid a lot from their friends, but Liam knew Chris was plagued
with memories far worse than his. That’s why they decided not to
celebrate alone this year. Billy and Owen were expected any minute and
it was the first time they invited anyone to join them. The anniversary
was bittersweet for them and they chose to celebrate it because becoming
brothers meant that much to them. “Do you think they’ll find it
stupid?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13516" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13515" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Chris
just shrugged as if it was no skin off his back what they thought and
Liam knew that was just bravado. Fact was, they both very much cared
what the two men thought. “Liar.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13519" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13518" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">His
brother sighed and dropped his head back. As if shit wasn’t fucked up
enough, they fell for two bastards just as fucked up as they were. “I
know you’re worried about Owen. The business with Colin is growing out
of their control and I’m not sure why he thinks it’s a good thing. Is he
trying to prove something? And the middle of the night phone calls from
the FTR? He’s looking more and more fragile every day.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13523" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13522" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Liam
knew he wasn’t stating anything new. What he didn’t know was what Chris
intended to do about it. Lately, when it came to Owen, Chris conveyed
zero intent and seemed to be waiting for Owen to read him as
effortlessly as Liam did. Their brother bond had been forged through
blood and he was afraid Chris’s expectations of Owen were unreasonable.
“Do you see his face every time he thinks he’s failed to understand you?
The weight of it is crushing.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13526" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13528" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Instead
of regret, all Liam saw was anger in Chris. It wasn’t a common emotion
for Chris and Liam could name every time he saw it. The fact that Chris
knew what he was capable of if provoked had made him extremely conscious
of that emotion and he often went to great lengths to contain it. </span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13448" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13447" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Owen
was the very definition of insecure. Just the type to inspire Chris’s
protective instincts, which Liam knew for a fact Owen did. Hell, he
inspired Liam’s protective instincts. Owen was stubborn though and he
often distanced himself, keeping things bottled up until they manifested
elsewhere. Like in panic attacks that felt like heart attacks, which he
also tried to hide. Liam nearly lost it when they found out that Billy
was keeping Owen’s secret.</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13451" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13450" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">Chris
nodded slowly, as if he completely followed Liam’s train of thought and
waited for him to connect the dots. And just like that, Liam
understood. “You’re pissed because he doesn’t come to you when the panic
sets in. That he hides it from you and they hide it from us.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv7368591070MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13531" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 12pt;">
<span class="yiv7368591070" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1446253656553_13533" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.333332061767578px;">It
made total sense, but he had to wonder if they were expecting too much.
After all, they couldn’t call what was going on with either man a
relationship. No, they were four fucked up bastards trying to come
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and operates one of the largest bail bond companies in Atlanta. Not only does
he bond criminals out of jail, he and his notorious group of bounty hunters
will also track them down and ensure they show up for court. </span></div>
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have given up on the happily ever after with the ranch-style home, and white
picket fence. They’d both tried it and failed miserably. But they have their
friendship and they have the business. </span></div>
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degree in hand, he’s back to claim what he’s always wanted…his fathers’ best
friend… Duke Morgan. Vaughan has always claimed to be a classic gentleman with
an old soul. He didn’t party and screw up in school like his buddies. He was
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of them is sleeping with his friend’s one and only son. But when Duke is hurt
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realization that it’s not too late for any of them to find love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A.E. Via is
still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing
embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include
intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">When she’s not
clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and
four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn,
named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn Harris.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">While this is
only her eighth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her – she loves
that - because the male on male action is just heating up!</span></div>
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Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-54175762722569049392015-10-19T13:02:00.001-07:002015-10-19T13:02:21.141-07:00THE BEAR ESSENTIALS by Stormy Glenn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3293"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3292" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3291" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">THE BEAR
ESSENTIALS</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Coming October 29th</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3283" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3286" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3285" style="font-family: Georgia;">Bear shifter Rob
Colton is excited about the future, and after graduating, he is ready to start
the next phase of his life. He never expects that life to include a frightened
young man that darts out in front of his truck. But one whiff of Casey's sweet
smell and Rob knows his future was going to be brighter than ever. He has found
his true mate.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3287" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3289" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3288" style="font-family: Georgia;">Orphaned at an early
age, Casey Newton has been bounced from foster home to foster home, never quite
finding a place to call his own. When a big burly man decides Casey is his true
mate, the cold and lonely world Casey grew up in begins to change. For once in
his life, someone wants him.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">But wanting someone
and keeping them safe are two very different things. When the man that has
terrorized Casey for most of his life comes after him again, can Casey trust Rob
to protect him or will he be tossed away like he has every other time in his
life? And will the bond between mates be strong enough to withstand losing
everything they hold dear? </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><a href="http://www.stormyglenn.com/thebearessentials.htm" rel="nofollow" shape="rect" target="_blank">http://www.stormyglenn.com/thebearessentials.htm</a></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">STORY
EXCERPT</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob grinned when he
heard his best friend’s unique ring tone blare on his phone. He tapped his
Bluetooth earpiece, connecting him to the call. “Yo, dude, we did
it.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Right?” Billy Ray
Jenson replied. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“I can’t believe
it’s finally over.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Yeah, man, school
sucked.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob couldn’t agree
more.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“We still meeting
out by the river tonight?” He couldn’t wait to celebrate. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He had wanted to
drop out of school when he turned eighteen and go to work fulltime in his
father’s construction company. His parent’s made him stay in school, and now he
was glad they did, but the last few months had been the hardest.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Unlike the rest of
the known universe, shifters had to attend an additional three years of school.
Most humans assumed it was some sort of advanced college courses, and maybe that
was true to some extent. The courses they took taught them about their bear
history. It taught them how to control their beasts when they were faced with
violence or situations that forced their bear to the surface.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It taught them how
to be better bears.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span> </span>“You know it.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“You and Jed grab
the beer,” Rob said. “I’ll bring some steaks.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Cool.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Billy Ray was a man
of few words, at least few comprehensible words. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3130" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3129" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3128" style="font-family: Georgia;">“I need to swing by
the house and grab few things then I’ll head out to the river.” And he wanted to
talk to his parents now that he had finished school. He wanted to go to work for
his father fulltime. He had been dreaming of working side by side with his dad
since he was seven years old and picked up his first hammer.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“See you out there.”
Rob chuckled as he disconnected the call. He was still reeling from the fact
that he had finally graduated. It felt like he had been attending school forever
and he had finally been set free. His bear wanted to roar.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3131" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Holy fucking shit!”
Rob slammed on the breaks, his eyes rounding as his truck slid to a stop mere
inches from the small figure racing across the road in front of
him.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Wide eyes the color
of the warm caramel and edged with kohl peered up at him over the hood of the
truck, big fat tears dripping from them down pale white cheeks. Time seemed to
stand still as Rob sank into those big liquid eyes, drowning in
them.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then the man
blinked, his dark thick eyelashes sweeping over his pale tear stained cheeks as
he huddled further into his dark grey hoodie. He turned and started across the
road again, the moment broken.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob stared after the
lone figure, stunned by the overpowering emotions suddenly running rampant
through him. He didn’t understand why his stomach clenched at the sight of those
tears or why his dick became so hard he could have punched a hole through a
steel plate. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">But he was going to
find out.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3134" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3133" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3132" style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob growled as he
drove his truck to the side of the road and turned the engine off. He jumped out
of the truck and raced after the little man, catching sight of him hurrying down
a dirt path on the side of the road that led into the woods. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He quickly caught up
with his prey, barely panting from exertion. He grabbed the guy’s arm, his
eyebrows shooting up when the guy instantly dropped to the ground and curled
into himself.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Please, don’t hurt
me,” the man whimpered as he covered his head with his arms.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob growled, his
gaze snapping back and forth as he scanned his immediate surroundings for signs
of danger. Spotting nothing out of place, Rob lifted his nose and drew in a
lungful of air. He smelled the forest—trees and dirt and the slightly musty
smell of dead leaves.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And apples…cinnamon
and apples.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob frowned in
confusion. If he didn’t know better, he’d think someone was out in the middle of
the woods baking an apple pie. God, he loved apple pie. It was without a doubt
his favorite desert next to honey. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Nothing tasted
better than honey.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Dismissing his wild
thoughts, Rob turned his attention back to the man cowering on the ground at his
feet. A deep mind numbing rage began to take hold of him when he noticed the
bruises showing up through the rips in the man’s hoodie. There was even a
trickle of blood at the corner of the man’s mouth, no doubt due from the cut on
his fat lip.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Someone had worked
this poor guy over, and hard.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob squatted down
next to the smaller man. Jeez, he had to outweigh him by at least a hundred
pounds if not more. The little thing was all skin and bones. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And bruises, there
were a shitload of bruises.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3144" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3143" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3142" style="font-family: Georgia;">“What happened,
cub?” Rob spoke in his gentlest voice, which wasn’t easy when his usual tone was
deep and rough. It matched his looks. He was big and fierce and made like a
brick shit house. And for once in his life, he wished he wasn’t so
intimidating.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">The poor thing was
going to shake apart.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3147" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3146" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3145" style="font-family: Georgia;">“Sshhh, it’s okay.”
Rob tried to sooth the man by rubbing his back. “You’re safe now. No one is
going to hurt you.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3140" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3149" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3148" style="font-family: Georgia;">When a little of the
tension eased in the man’s body, Rob lifted him up into a sitting position,
surprised by how easily he could move the guy. He had lifted heavier bags of
cement. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3139" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Big liquid brown
eyes peeked up at Rob through a fall of honey blond hair. Rob reached down and
gingerly touched the man’s swollen bottom lip, grimacing at the wince of pain
that crossed the guy’s face.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“What happened to
you, cub?”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3136" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3138" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3137" style="font-family: Georgia;">“They took my bike.”
The words were whispered in the sweetest voice Rob had ever heard. It wrapped
around him like a blanket of tranquility he had never felt in all his years. If
he had been a cat he would have purred.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3135" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He wasn’t a
cat.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Who took your bike,
cub?”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Casey,” the man
said as his eyes flickered up for a moment before darting away. “My name is
Casey Newton, not cub.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3152" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3151" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3150" style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob chuckled at the
small flicker of defiance he could see in those warm caramel brown eyes. He knew
who Casey was. While they didn’t run in the same circles, Rob had seen the man
around town. He might not have known his name until now, but he knew who Casey
was. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“I like
cub.”</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And he liked this
particular cub. The draw to cradle Casey in his arms and hold him close,
protecting him from all the evils in the world was riding him hard. Rob had felt
the same way each time one of his siblings came into the world, just never to
this magnitude. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3153" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He’d kill a rock for
his mate…</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Fuck.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<b><span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">ADULT
EXCERPT</span></span></b></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob fisted a handful
of Casey's hair and pulled gently until the man's head was tilted back and then
he lowered his head, pressing their mouths together in a gentle
kiss.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">There was a quality
to kissing Casey that was unparalleled to anyone Rob had kissed in the past.
Casey didn't just press his lips to someone's and move them around a little bit.
He leaned into the kiss and put his entire body into it.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It was a kiss for
his tired soul to melt into.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3154" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">As his tongue
explored at its leisure, Rob gently stroked the lissome body pressed against
him. Needing just a little bit more, Rob slid his tongue inside the warm heat of
Casey’s mouth, tasting him, devouring what the man had to offer.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">As he pulled back,
he nipped Casey's bottom lip with his teeth.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I ache, Rob." As if
to emphasize his words, Casey rubbed against Rob, leaving no doubt as to what he
meant. Casey's cock was like a steel rod in his pants.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob swallowed hard
as the lust igniting in his gut burned away his ability to breath. He glanced
toward the kitchen where he could hear his parents talking in low voices. He
knew he would get his head handed to him if he took Casey upstairs and claimed
him as he really wanted to do. But that didn't mean he couldn't take the edge
off until he could.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3159" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He lifted Casey up
in his arms and carried him out of the living room and down the hallway to the
guest bathroom. He stepped inside and set Casey down on the bathroom counter
before turning back and locking the door.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Once he turned back
to Casey, he leaned in for another kiss. Their lips met again but this time it
wasn't the slow tender and gentle thing it had been before. This time it was out
of control, maddeningly frantic, needy. Blood pounded in his brain, leapt from
his heart, and made his knees tremble. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Casey’s skin was
flushed, his beautiful face transformed by the flush of desire. Rob hadn’t
thought Casey could get any better-looking, but staring down at the man, he knew
he had been wrong. His mate was breathtaking.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He was one lucky
bear.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob leaned forward,
inhaling Casey’s scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the scent of cinnamon
and apples. The sweet fragrance rushed back into Rob in a wave of intoxication.
Smelling Casey was hardening his cock. Rob loved the smell of the man, was
addicted to his delicious flavor. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">There was a pull
that was almost maddening in his mind. Rob wanted to sink deep into the man’s
soul and never come out. It was a need so strong that Rob let it wash over him
and carry him under. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3160" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He glanced down at
his mate, staring as he snaked his hand into Casey’s jeans and massaged the
heated flesh tenting up his pants. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under
his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Rob’s fingers. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Lifting his hand to
his mouth, Rob sucked his fingers in, the tangy taste rolling over his taste
buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he
pulled at the waistband of Casey’s pants, chasing the material down Casey’s body
until he could toss the fabric aside. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Casey lay there on
the counter, stunningly naked, exposed to Rob’s appreciative eyes. He drank the
man in as he pushed Casey’s thighs apart.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He found himself
wanting to rub his scent all over Casey again. The urge was strong, compelling
him to lean forward until his stomach was touching Casey’s erection. He rubbed
his body over Casey’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Rob?” Casey asked.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob grinned as he
dropped down until his head was even with Casey’s weeping cock. He licked a path
down Casey's abdomen to his cock. He nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking
his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor
Casey’s pre-cum. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3163" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3162" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3161" style="font-family: Georgia;">Casey groaned out
his pleasure as Rob swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Rob
laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the
tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Casey’s desires. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Please,” Casey
hissed as he gripped the edge of the countertop until his knuckles turned white.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob placed Casey's
feet on his shoulders and then pushed his knees apart. He wished he had a camera
to take a picture of what was most definitely the most erotic sight he had ever
seen. His jeans became tight, quickly growing uncomfortable. </span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob splayed his
fingers over Casey's nicely rounded ass cheeks and pulled them apart before
abandoning the man's cock and lowering his head to lick at his tight puckered
hole. The high keening cry that came from his mate made Rob's bear rumble. The
desire to take Casey and claim him was riding him hard and it was all Rob could
do to keep his bear at bay.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3282" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3281" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3280" style="font-family: Georgia;">He concentrated on
pleasing his mate, which seemed to satisfy his bear. Making sure he left plenty
of spittle behind, Rob swallowed the man's cock again. At the same time, he
pushed his finger into Casey's ass, curving his finger up to reach that special
spot.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3279" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3278" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3277" style="font-family: Georgia;">Casey bucked,
driving his cock deep. Rob sucked harder. He wanted, needed, his lover's seed in
his mouth. When Casey cried out and filled Rob's mouth with his release, Rob
swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of his lover's cream.
</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3274" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3276" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3275" style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob fumbled with the
buttons on his jeans, frantic. His balls burned, and at this intensity, Rob knew
he wasn’t going to last long. He jumped to his feet and shoved his jeans down
his thighs. Grabbing his aching shaft, Rob began pumping his hand at a frantic
rate.</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3228" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="line-height: 15pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Rob."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3265" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3264" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3263" style="font-family: Georgia;">Rob's eyes snapped
to Casey. He felt his balls draw up tight to his body when the man lifted his
hoodie up to his throat, baring his stomach and chest. "Come on me. I want to
smell like you."</span></span></div>
<div class="yiv4915305073MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3266" style="line-height: 17pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3273" style="line-height: 15pt;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1445283917260_3272" style="font-family: Georgia;">His mate's simple
request was all it took for Rob to find his release. Rob came with an
incoherent, hoarse shout. He spurted hot jets of cum all over Casey's naked
skin, marking him in a way that every bear would understand.</span></span></div>
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5394">Blurb:</b> J<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4541" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px; text-align: justify;">ohn
Tilney--praeternatural pyrokinetic and mystery author--has noticed the
bottom dropping out of the market for his usual gothic fare, so he goes
to Lowell Kanaan, PI, for a crash course in noir. Lowell, the cranky
wolf-shifter detective, isn't sure why he agrees to let John shadow
him--though it might have something to do with John's weirdly endearing
honesty... and pretty lips. John thinks he's found the perfect detective
novel hero in Lowell, but it isn't long before he realizes he doesn't
want Lowell for his book, but for himself.</span></div>
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they become entangled in a supernatural whodunnit involving the Zombie
Mafia, black market body parts, and shady insurance deals, their
partnership grows closer--and hotter. But when it comes down to the
wire, Lowell's wolfy protective side threatens to drive John around the
bend, or at least out of the office. Good thing John's as much sunshine
as he is fire; hopefully it's enough to help them catch a murderer
before they end up in literal pieces, too.</div>
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John finished ordering a couple of coffees when Lowell appeared at the door of the
diner. Looking dead cool, as usual: battered leather jacket, jeans (showed off
his assets nicely, John had occasion to notice now and then, but far from his own
preferred skinny cut), black shitkickers. Plus that serious expression of his,
which might’ve ruined the sculpted prettiness of his face somewhat if it didn’t
suit him so well.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5435">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Oh,
that was good stuff. John pulled out his notebook and was already scribbling
the description when Lowell got to the table. He did manage to say, “Hello,
there.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4546">
“Hey.”
Lowell slid into the booth across from him.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5697">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4549">
“I’m
glad you didn’t try to talk your way out of it,” John said, all cheerful. He
punctuated his last sentence with a flourish, then cocked an eyebrow in a
mockery of suspicion. “No, wait. You haven’t come to tell me we’re not going to
see Ms. Quintus, have you? Or that you expect me to go it alone?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5699">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5701">
“You’ve
got me pegged, don’t you?” Lowell pulled a menu over. “We’re going.” There was another
one of those tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Surprised?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5703">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5705">
“Only
very slightly.” John made a note, saying out loud as he wrote, “Susceptible to
guilt and begging. Good to know.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5707">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5709">
And
then, before Lowell could do more than frown, John said, “I ordered coffee. So
what’s our plan with Ms. Quintus?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5711">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5713">
“Thanks,”
Lowell said. Then without looking up from the menu, added, “Besides question
her?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5715">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5437">
John
shoved his notebook back into his weathered leather messenger bag—a souvenir of
a research trip to El Paso when he was sixteen—and didn’t bother to close it up
again. It seemed far more important to purse his lips at Lowell. At least, as
long as he could before he broke it with a chuckle. The grouchiness worked too;
John could definitely use that in the book. “You know what I mean! What’s the
order of operations? You talked to her. You said she seemed surprised no one
had heard from or seen him. So do we start by asking her when the last time she
saw him was? The police will have been all over her about it already. Will she
be annoyed with us for asking again? And what then? Ask her about friends,
other people to talk to? What’s your method?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5717">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5439">
“I’ll—”
Lowell stopped, then made John smile when he corrected himself to, “We’ll ask
her if there’s anything she can tell us and then just let her talk. I like to
let people talk first. It helps them get their thoughts in order. Then we ask
questions. Cover anything she might have missed or that we want clarified or
anything we find suspicious. A lie can be unraveled pretty quickly if you ask
the right questions.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4551">
Normally
John liked to take notes about this kind of thing, but since he was about to
see it in action, he’d just let it all congeal. Try living in the moment,
getting the full Lowell Kanaan picture rather than trying to keep track of
pieces. It was his first opportunity, maybe his last if this was the wild-goose
chase Lowell expected. John had no intention of wasting it. “Start it out; then
play it by ear, is what you’re saying. Keenly developed detective senses and all
that.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5691">
Lowell
huffed a laugh, which made John rather proud. Lowell said, “Yeah, I guess that
is what I’m saying.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5160">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4552">
“Then
I will take the opportunity to observe them at long last.” John looked up as
the server brought the coffees, and gave her a smiling thank-you. After both
men placed lunch orders, she disappeared. As in, literally. “Nice,” John said.
“Not every day you get to see apportation in action either.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5441">
“Full
day for you,” Lowell said with a dryness John was starting to realize was
humor.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4554">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5442">
John
pointed at him, grinning. “And we’re just getting started.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
“So,
okay, we can’t plot and plan for this little meeting. Tell me something else.
Tell me if there’s anything I absolutely should not do. Because you may not
have noticed, but things tend to just sort of fly from my brain out of my
mouth.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4556">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Lowell
swallowed a mouthful of black coffee and then said, “Be selective of how much
you let on you know. It’s important to know when to withhold information and
when not to. The same goes for any suspicions you might have. Know when to say
something to them; know when not to.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
“Like
writing a mystery.” John gestured with his spoon. “I always think that mystery
and horror are the art of knowing what not to say, fantasy is the art of
knowing how to say everything without sounding like an infomercial, and romance
is the art of putting it all on the line.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5690">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5689">
Lowell
stared at John a moment. Not in a bad way, precisely, more what John would’ve
called inscrutable. “Something like that,” Lowell said finally. “So maybe you
know more about not letting things fly from your brain to your mouth than you
think.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4557">
John
nodded. “I’ll put on my Man of Mystery persona. Never really had to do it in
person before, but writing’s a lot like acting.” Much more exhausting in real
life than on the page, probably because John had never been a very good liar on
the few occasions he’d tried. Rather, the few occasions his mother had put him
up to it, because he’d much rather expend his efforts elsewhere, given the
option. But this, this was for the author in him. He could do it and get inside
his hero’s head in the process.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Method
writing. Excellent.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4559">
But
now Lowell was arching an eyebrow at him, so John decided to move on with,
“Right. So that covered, I was thinking the other day, and there’s one
potential flaw in this case.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5444">
“Just
one?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5688">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5446">
John
pursed his lips. “Yes. One. I’m not entirely sure why Jones— What was his name
again, really?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
“Jankowski.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
“Right,
him. Well, I’m not sure why he’d pay us to find his missing neighbor. Which
leads me to wonder if we’re getting paid at all.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Lowell
folded his arms across his chest. “Why would you wonder that?”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5687">
“Well.”
Not much liking the physical barriers going up—a sure sign Lowell was trying to
get out of talking—John leaned forward. “Going through your files, I couldn’t
help but notice that you don’t always get paid. Or if you do, you’re getting it
under the table. Which is totally not your style.” Not that John was against
tax dodging, obviously, but Lowell didn’t seem the type.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5719">
Sitting
back, Lowell replied, “I don’t do it for me. Some people who come to me need
help but can’t afford it.” A single shoulder lifted in a shrug. “So I do it pro
bono or at half the cost.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5720">
John
settled his elbows on the table, attention rapt. “It’s not that I didn’t expect
that answer, truth be told, but hearing you say it is somehow…” It was rare
that John was at a loss for words, but this one was giving him trouble.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4561">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5158">
It
was exciting, but that word seemed wrong somehow. He’d been excited about
stories or characters before. And that’s what Lowell was—the perfect hero. The
more John squeezed out of him, the more it became obvious. Grouchy on the
surface, sharp-witted, clever, and careful at his job, and now more concerned
about helping people than he was about paying the rent on his crappy office.
Throw in the dark good looks against the bright grayish-blue eyes, and Lowell
Kanaan was his biggest find in, well, forever.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4563">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Maybe
that was it, then. Maybe that was why the excited sensation of fluttering had
turned up in his stomach this time, as opposed to just his hands tingling to
write and his brain revving hard, as usual.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
Lowell’s
brow knit. “Somehow…?” he offered, sounding like he wasn’t sure where John was
going with this.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5448">
Which
was fine, really, since John wasn’t either. He squeezed his shoulders forward
in a kind of happy shrug. “Exciting. Exciting enough that the author can’t come
up with a better word.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_4565">
Lowell
looked away, then picked up his coffee and took a swig. “Yeah, well, don’t get
used to it.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5156">
John
grinned. He had Lowell’s pattern now, though: say something sort of nice, but
make sure to downplay it; say something bordering on rude when that was
disallowed. All that remained was for Lowell to change the subject entirely.
The man was absurdly charming, wasn’t he? If nothing else, this method of his
explained how he’d managed to keep his life such a solitary one in spite of
said charm. “Your clients have. I found a few records of payment plans too—”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5154">
“You
know, if you want the people we question to take you serious as a PI, you
probably don’t want to be flashing that around,” Lowell said, indicating the
bright yellow <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic', serif;">Private Investigation for
Dummies</span> sticking out of his bag.</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5153">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5150">
John
cackled. “There it is!” Which probably didn’t make much sense to Lowell, who
had no way of knowing John had predicted this tactic only seconds ago. John saw
no reason to let him in on the joke; he’d got what he needed and was still
remarkably excited, even for him, in the best possible way. “I’ll keep it in
the car, then.”</div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5151">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv9753229446MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444676548606_5450">
The
server reappeared with a magical pop and set their plates down in front of
them. Lowell pulled his plate closer to himself, said, “That’d be a smart
idea,” and tucked in.</div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30244" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium;">The Chosen Ones </span></h1>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30274" style="font-family: Georgia;">by </span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30271" rel="nofollow" shape="rect"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30270" style="font-family: Georgia;">Stormy
Glenn</span></a></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30343" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30342">AVAILABLE: Thursday, October
8th</b></span>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29996" style="font-family: Georgia;">[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative
Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M, HEA]</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29963">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29962" style="font-family: Georgia;">Spencer Dawson is an artist. He's flighty, absentminded,
and often lost in the clouds. He's also an incubus and in his world, that means
he gets five mates to start his coven. Having found his first four consorts,
Spencer's life gets turned upside down when he feels a bond to the one man who
has the potential to destroy him.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29918">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29917" style="font-family: Georgia;">Marcus Foster is the alpha of one of the largest wolf
packs in the state. He's used to making the rules, having people jump to do his
bidding, and having every order followed. He does not share. He especially
doesn't plan on sharing Spencer once he discovers that the gorgeous little
artist is his mate.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29988">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30347" style="font-family: Georgia;">Convincing Spencer that he was fed a pack of lies by four
humans bent on keeping him as a sex slave seems a lot less important when
Spencer's life is in danger. Convincing Marcus that everything he thought he
knew was a pack of lies becomes a whole lot easier when Spencer transforms into
a creature straight out of myth and legend. Convincing those around them to
accept their unconventional mating might cost them their lives.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30349">
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-chosen-ones" rel="nofollow" shape="rect" target="_blank" title="http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-chosen-ones"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-chosen-ones</span></a></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia;">STORY EXCERPT</span></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30356">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30355" style="font-family: Georgia;">Convincing Marcus Foster, one of the richest and most
powerful alphas in the state to give up his entire life for one gorgeous little
man wasn’t going to be easy. Especially since Spencer was so odd to the outside
world.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30359">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30358" style="font-family: Georgia;">He fainted at the sight of blood. If he wasn’t covered in
paint or clay, he felt out of place. He forgot to eat if he wasn’t fed. Hell,
reminding him to wear clothes was a constant battle. And he went days without
sleeping when his muse struck him. And god forbid he didn’t get a cup of coffee
in the morning. It was a nightmare of epic proportions.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30363">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30362" style="font-family: Georgia;">Having a keeper was something Spencer needed just to
function.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30000">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_29999" style="font-family: Georgia;">He was also the most loving, tender man Garret had ever
encountered. Not once since the day they met had Spencer failed show his love
and caring for Garret or any of the others. They all knew that they shared a
part of Spencer’s heart, and they gladly shared just so that they could have a
piece of the man.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30002">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sharing Spencer was better than no Spencer at
all.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30366">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30365" style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret hurried to the window when he saw headlights pull
into the drive. His heart sank when he saw a light browned haired man in
hospital scrubs climb out of a red Jeep and hurry toward the house. He was
waiting when the front door slammed open.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30004">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Is he here yet?”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30369">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30368" style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret shook his head and walked over to kiss the man.
“No, <em>bébé,</em> not yet, but he should be here in a few minutes.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30372">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30371" style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe’s eyes quickly scanned the living room. “Where’s
Philip?”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30236">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30235" style="font-family: Georgia;">“He’s finishing things up at the gallery. He’ll be home
soon.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30375">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30374" style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe rubbed his hand over his face. “God, I hate this shit.
Philip should be here not at some stupid art gallery. Spencer is going to blow a
gasket if Philip doesn’t get here in time.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe was right. Spencer had a special soft spot for Philip.
They all did. Philip didn’t have the dominating personality of Garret, Hayden,
or even Joe. He was a neat freak, a tad OCD, and brainer than all of them put
together.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And Spencer adored him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret wrapped his arms around Joe, cupping his hand to
the back of the man’s neck as he rested their foreheads together. “He’ll be
here.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“How do you do this, Garret?” Joe’s hazel eyes bored into
Garret. “I’ve only been through Philip. You’ve been through all of us. How do
you stand it?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret smiled ruefully. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t
hurt each time Spencer found another to love. “Do you remember how he was after
he found Philip and brought him home, after Philip accepted him? How happy he
was?”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30234">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30233" style="font-family: Georgia;">Spencer had glowed for weeks.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe swallowed hard. “Yeah.”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30006">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“That’s how I stand it.”Garret reached up and stroked his
finger along the light stubble marring Joe’s face. “I may have been the first
but that means I got see him each time he found one of you. I got to watch him
love you, watch the light shine in him each time one of you loved him back.
That’s what makes all of this worth it.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30009">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30008" style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe inhaled deeply then slowly let the breath out of his
lungs. He chuckled softly when he was done. “I must seem like I’m a
mess.”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30232">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30231" style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret chuckled. “I imagine you are a mess. Philip joined
the family only three months ago. We’re still getting used to having him here.
Now, there’s someone else to worry about. And he’s a doozy.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe frowned, leaning back. “Who?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Marcus Foster.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Joe’s face instantly paled. “No!”</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30378">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret nodded sadly. “I’m afraid so.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“He’ll destroy Spencer.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“We’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“How?” Joe stepped back even further. His fists clenched
and his face darkened as anger filled his features. “Marcus Foster doesn’t care
about anyone or anything. He’s a fucking monster.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Garret felt his stomach clench with worry and strain. He
wrapped his arms around his waist and shrugged, trying to make light of the
situation or at least like he wasn’t that concerned when he was
terrified.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“The best that we can, I suppose.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“That’s not good enough, Garret. I can’t lose Spencer.”
Joe’s lips pressed into a thin line his anguish darkening his hazel eyes. “None
of us can.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“We won’t, not even if we have to tie Marcus Foster down
to Spencer’s bed until he submits.” Garret could feel himself growing angry. He
closed his eyes for a moment and drew in several deep breathes. He had to
maintain control. Joe needed that from him right now, needed him to be strong.
“We’ll find a way. Besides, do you know anyone that can resist Spencer for more
than two minutes?”</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></b></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30013" style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip stood there with his mouth hanging open, wondering
what it would feel like to be taken like he was the last man on earth and
someone had a serious case of blue balls. Spencer was fucking Hayden as though
he needed to be balls deep in the man’s ass just to breath.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30017">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30016" style="font-family: Georgia;">And that might not be too far from the truth. When Spencer
went into heat every full moon, he needed sexual energy to sustain him, like a
vampire needed blood. Without it, he would die and Philip would willingly give
up his ass to prevent that from happening.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30019">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30379" style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip was a little amazed at the force behind Spencer’s
thrusts. He was plowing onto Hayden’s ass at an alarming rate, which was odd in
itself. Normally, Spencer was a bottom, preferring to be taken rather than to
take. And god, he was glorious as a bottom, his moans of pleasure leaving no
doubt that he enjoyed being with each and every one of them.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip had fantasized his entire life of having someone
like Spencer to love. He was kind and considerate of others, even strangers.
Giving and caring of those he loved. He was so damn beautiful he made Philip’s
teeth ache.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And the man had no gag reflex.</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30022">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30021" style="font-family: Georgia;">But this...Philip had been on the receiving end of
Spencer’s heat a couple of times but even then, the man had been loving and
caring, treating Philip like a treasured gem. The massive man driving his cock
repeatedly into Hayden’s ass was clouded with lust.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Obsessed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Makes you wish you were the one on your hands and knees,
doesn’t it?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip glanced over to Garret as the man walked over to
stand next to him. His face became warm and he glanced away, his eyes going back
to the two men on the bed. “Yes.” He could freely admit that even if it
embarrassed him a bit. “It’s like he can’t get enough.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“He can’t,” Garret said, “not when he’s like
this.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Does he...is he always the top when he’s like this?”
Philip was mesmerized by the flexing muscles in Spencer’s ass as the man pounded
into Hayden. “Have you ever taken him in this form?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“No.” When Philip looked at Garret again, the man was
staring at Spencer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip could see a glint of interest in his eyes. “You’re
thinking about it, aren’t you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">“I am now.” Garret’s deep blue eyes rounded. “Could you
imagine having all that power beneath you?”</span><br />
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30228">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30227" style="font-family: Georgia;">“I’d rather find out what it feels like than continue to
imagine it.” With more bravery than he thought he’d ever have, Philip grabbed
the bottle of lube he had dropped earlier and headed for the large bed in the
middle of the room.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30025">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30024" style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip wasn’t exactly sure what had come over him. He
wasn’t usually a take charge type of guy. But the thought of sinking his cock
into Spencer’s tight ass when he was in this larger more aggressive form just
about blew his mind.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30028">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30037" style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip quickly stripped his clothes off, tossing them down
on the floor. For once, he didn’t care where they landed. He was too intent on
getting to his prize. He climbed onto the mattress and scooted up behind
Spencer. He popped the cap on the lube and poured some out onto his fingers.
When he slid his slick fingers between Spencer’s ass cheeks, the man growled,
his head snapping around.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30035">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30034" style="font-family: Georgia;">Philip stilled. Spencer’s usual sparkling green eyes were
like dark shards of emerald colored glass. The stare was intense, making the
hairs on the back of Philip’s neck stand on end. When Spencer’s eyes dropped to
the bottle of lube in his hand, Philip swallowed the sudden fear that filled
him, positive he was about to have his head handed to him.</span></div>
<div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30032">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30031" style="font-family: Georgia;">Shock rendered him speechless when Spencer simply turned
back around and spread his legs and then went back to fucking Hayden. Taking it
as a sign—or an invitation—Philip slid his fingers back between Spencer’s butt
cheeks and stroked the man’s tight hole.</span></div>
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1444248513156_30270" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span></div>
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Honey Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11953252353650055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859114628991438505.post-4133592672457453082015-09-30T12:05:00.003-07:002015-09-30T12:05:49.717-07:00INFERNO (Pacific Cove 1) by Stormy Glenn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4353" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny O’Shay grew up knowing he never really fit in. His
family avoids him. He falls so much that the staff at the local hospital knows
him by first name. And he can’t get a date to save his life.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4356" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Enter handsome fire fighters, Ben and Abe Lake, two men
that bring every fantasy Danny ever had to life. Except Ben and Abe seemed to
have some business deal with Danny’s father that involves a ton of money and the
assumption that Danny has a clue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He doesn’t. </span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4362" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When Ben and Abe start talking about fated mates and
shifters and a family legacy that goes back decades, Danny is pretty sure they
belong in an insane asylum. But as he gets to know the handsome twins, he begins
to wonder if being crazy is that bad. Being alone again seems worse.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4368" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">After someone starts trying to take Danny out of the
picture permanently, he has to trust that Ben and Abe are trustworthy and not in
on the plot to kill him, because they might be the only thing to keep his life
from going up in flames. </span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4370" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">http://www.bookstrand.com/inferno-glenn</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">STORY
EXCERPT</span></b></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4378" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4377" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“What did you need to see me about, Father?” Danny asked
as he tried to get his father’s mind on something else. “It seemed rather
important.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4381" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4383" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Do you really believe I would call you here if it
wasn’t?” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4385" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4387" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“No, of course not.” Danny could see the fire raging in
his father’s eyes and knew he probably wasn’t going to come out of this
confrontation unscathed. “I saw the cars in the drive. Are the others
here?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4390" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4389" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Mentioning his siblings seemed to have the desired
effect. Charles turned and started to leave, glancing back over his shoulder.
“Thomas, bring refreshments to the study.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4393" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4395" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Very good, sir,” Thomas replied, although Danny saw the
former butler roll his eyes and doubted the man would be following through with
his father’s order. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4397" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4399" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Daniel cast one last look over his shoulder and then
followed his father out of the servants’ lounge. He was kind of surprised that
Charles even knew the small room existed. He had certainly never seen his father
in there. He had never even seen him in the kitchen. Charles O’Shay did not do
manual labor. He might sweat and that would mar his perfectly pressed suit.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4402" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4401" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He hired people to sweat for him.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4404" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The silence that followed him as he walked toward his
father’s study was ominous. Danny was still confused about why he had been
called home. Whatever his father had to say to him obviously involved the entire
family. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4406" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4408" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny couldn’t rightly say what scared him more, the fact
that his father had called him home or the fact that all of his siblings seemed
to be there as well. If he had a choice, he would turn and hightail it out of
the family home just as fast as his feet would carry him.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4410" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4412" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s jaw dropped when they reached the foray. He
wasn’t standing in the middle of the foray he remembered from his childhood. He
wasn’t even sure he was in the same house. The old wooden stairs that went to
the second and third floors had been replaced with white marble, the railings
glittering with gold filigree. A huge crystal chandelier now hung from the
middle of the ceiling. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Was that a Ming vase?</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4414" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“You redecorated.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4416" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“My wife didn’t like the décor.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny almost tripped over his feet as he skidded to a
stop. “Your wife?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4418" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Mariana.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s jaw dropped. “You remarried?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Charles turned and stared at Danny. “Did you expect me to
mourn your mother for the rest of my life?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny quickly lowered his eyes, his father’s gaze too
intent. “No.” Danny just wondered why he was only learning of his father’s new
wife now. “How long have you been married?” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Two years, give or take a month.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Two years. He had had a stepmother for two
years.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Did you elope?” he asked. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“No.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny started to get a queasy feeling in the pit of his
stomach. Maybe his invitation had gotten lost in the mail. “Did you have a big
wedding?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Yes, I’d say it was fairly big. I believe Mariana said
the guest list was over two hundred.” Charles seemed very proud of that fact.
“It was the social event of the season.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And that right there was why Danny never received an
invitation to the wedding. His father wouldn’t allow him to attend the social
event of the year. He might bring shame to the family name.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Well, congratulations.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Charles stared down at him, blinking slowly before
turning away without another word. Danny sighed and followed after his father.
Even if he wanted to meet this new stepmother—which he didn’t—he doubted the
mysterious woman wanted to meet him. Who knew what she had been told about him.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He was, after all, the family shame.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">When they reached the study, Charles walked right on in.
Danny paused just outside the door, knowing deep down inside that once he
crossed the threshold, his life wouldn’t be the same. Something was going on
here that made the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And what was that delicious smell? </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Daniel, I’m waiting.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Sorry, sir.” Danny hurried into the room, his heart
sinking when he realized that every member of his family was inside, including a
blond haired woman sitting by his father. He assumed it was his stepmother
considering the way she sat on the arm of his father’s chair.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4420" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Two of Danny’s brothers stood behind his father, the
other one sitting on a couch by the window with his sister. Danny was a little
surprised to see his father’s lawyer in the room. He had seen the guy from time
to time growing up, but never actually spoken to the man. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">It was the others in the room that Danny didn’t
recognize. Two strangers stood near the fireplace, both with a glass of amber
liquid in their hand. And geez, they were big burly men, standing inches taller
than everyone else in the room. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Every eye
in the room was on him. This must be what goldfish felt like inside their glass
bowls. Danny rubbed the back of his neck, his nerves rattled by the intense
attention aimed in his direction. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Was he supposed to say something?</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“As you can see, he is fine.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">One of the men by the fireplace walked over and grabbed
Danny’s neon green cast, gently lifting it into the air. “You consider this
fine?” The man’s voice was deep and rough and almost made Danny swoon as it
rumbled though his body like an electrical shock. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4422" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4421" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s chin was grabbed, his face titled back into the
light. “And what about this?” the man asked as he pointed to the stitches on
Danny’s forehead. The man had deep amber eyes that glowed with some internal
light. They blazed with fire but softened when they looked down at
Danny.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4426" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4425" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I fell,” Danny murmured. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">What was probably the largest, strongest hand in the
history of hands, gentled as it stroked down the side of Danny’s face. “That
will no longer be allowed.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Okay.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Wait. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">What?</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Had he just agreed to not fall down anymore?</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4451" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4450" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Feeling more uncertain and bewildered with each passing
second, Danny pulled back out of the man’s alluring touch. As he did, he
realized that the second stranger had moved up to stand on the other side of
him. He was surrounded.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4447" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4446" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I need air,” Danny wheezed as his chest tightened in a
fraction of a second. “Please, I need air.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4444" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4442" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormal" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4440" style="line-height: 14pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">ADULT
EXCERPT</span></b></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4428" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4438" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“I can smell your excitement, love.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4431" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4430" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s eyebrows rose. “You can smell me?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4434" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4433" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“It’s delicious, like the warmest honey with just a hint
of cinnamon.” Abe licked his lips, the gesture so sensual, Danny felt his cock
jerk. “I could eat you up.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4454" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Okay,” Danny groaned. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4456" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4458" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Here,” Ben said from the front seat, “you’re going to
need this.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4460" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny caught just a glimpse of a small black bag before
it disappeared behind his back. “What is that?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4462" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Abe grinned. “It’s a surprise.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4464" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny was dying of curiosity but the gleam in Abe’s eyes
kept him rooted where he was. The man’s excitement as he messed with whatever
was in that bag might rival his own. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Straddle my thighs, Danny, and spread your legs as far
as they will go.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Trusting Abe to keep him safe, Danny did as the man
requested. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Now put your hands on my shoulders and use them to lift
yourself up.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Again, Danny did as Abe requested.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Now, hold on, babe.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Confusion collided with curiosity. Why would he need to
hold on? Danny opened his mouth to ask that very question when it was answered
in a way that made a cry of ecstasy come out of his mouth instead. </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Something slim and cylindrical and vibrating was being
slowly pushed into his ass. Whatever it was, it was no larger than the width of
one of Abe’s fingers. And the vibrations were low enough that Danny could still
breathe, but just barely.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4467" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4466" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Abe moved it in and out of his ass slowly, not moving any
faster until Danny pushed back against it. “Do you like that, Danny?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Yeah,” Danny panted. He fucking loved it. “Wha-What is
that?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Abe grinned again but started to move the object in and
out of Danny’s ass a little faster.. “Secret.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s eyes slid closed as the vibrations picked up. He
could feel his balls pulsing, throbbing. He moved, thrusting his ass down toward
the vibrating object, impaling himself, driving it deeper into his ass, faster,
harder.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“That’s it, baby,” Abe said. “Fuck yourself.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny screamed when the vibrations increased to an all
time high. The tip of his cock buzzed. His balls drew up close to his body and
then a fiery sensation erupted inside of his body, sending shot after shot of
cum up between Danny and Abe. Danny’s body once again collapsed against Abe, a
happy little buzz still zipping through his body.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Did you like that, baby?” Abe asked as he carefully
withdrew the object from Danny’s ass.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Hmmm.” Danny was non verbal at this point.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“All nice and relaxed?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny grinned. “Uh uh.”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Good.” </span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny didn’t know why that response sounded so evil until
he felt something bigger than the last object push into his ass. It wasn’t so
big that it hurt but there was a definite burn. By the time Abe stopped moving,
Danny’s entire ass was impaled on the rubbery device.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Ready, love?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny’s eyes widened. “Ready?”</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Ready for what?</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><i>Ten seconds</i>.
</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">After Abe hit whatever evil switch he had and the
vibrations started and the object in his ass began to move up and down, Danny
lasted a whole ten seconds before he was screaming his way through another
orgasm.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">By the time the truck pulled to a stop and Danny was
lifted out of the back of the cab, he could barely lift his head. He had
climaxed through four—no, five—five different vibrating dildos, each one larger,
thicker, longer, and more powerful than the last one.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4476" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4478" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Danny currently had an incredibly large butt plug lodged
in his ass, his very stretched out ass. That last dildo had been bigger than
anything Danny had ever taken, including Ben or Abe. Danny was now fully aware
of how they planned on him being able to take both of them.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4302" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4322" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Torture. Pure, mind numbing, pleasure filled
torture.</span></div>
<div class="yiv5608477413MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1443639311328_4474" style="line-height: 18pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He was a fan.</span></div>
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