Sunday, July 31, 2016

Tall, Dark, and Vampire by Dion Crosse

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…

Tall, Dark, and Vampire
"I was drawn in right away and stayed up late to finish. Hope this is the first in a series!"

Vampires look human. They sound human. They eat Pastrami on Rye just like the rest of us.
But they’re not like the rest of us. They’re like humans…on radioactive steroids.
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…
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.
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.
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.

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!
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.
Dion lives in the Midwest and is at work on another manuscript.


Thursday, July 14, 2016


Battle Bunnies 4
[Siren Ménage Everlasting ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Paranormal Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to love.
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?
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?
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.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

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.”
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.”
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.
“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.”
The duck turned his head and took one of Clay’s fingers into his bill before tugging on it. “What is it, little one?”
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.
“You’re feeling it, too, aren’t you?”
The duck looked at Clay and waited.
“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?”
The duck continued to stare at Clay.
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.”
The duck responded by plopping down on the floor in front of the door.
Clay raised one eyebrow. “I can easily move you out of the way, little one.”
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.
Change Clay’s mind.
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.”
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
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.
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.
He didn't see anyone.
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.
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.
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.
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?


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.
“Lift your knees, little duck.” Tavarus pulled down the sheet covering Clay, leaving it hanging off the end of the bed.
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.
“Tavy.” Elliot shifted back, pushing his testicles fully into Tavarus’s hand.
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 Tavy. Tavarus mentally shook his head, wondering what else the little duck would spring on him.
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.
“Kiss our sleeping beauty on the corner of his mouth, Elliot,” Tavarus urged. “Show him what he’s missing by hiding from us.”
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
“Come, give me a taste, little duck,” Tavarus ordered and knelt with one knee on the bed, bringing him closer to his mates.
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.
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.
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.
Elliot leaned back and looked up through half closed glittering eyes. “Tavy, I need.”
Tavarus enjoyed the site of his needy mate before saying, “Get back into position so I can prepare you for me.”
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.
“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.
“No.” Elliot spread his knees apart a little wider and looked forward.
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.
Putting a finger to Elliot’s hole, Tavarus ordered, “Love on our mate, Elliot. Bring him back to us.”
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.
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.
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?
“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.”

Sunday, June 5, 2016


Battle Bunnies 3
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]
They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to love.
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.
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.
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.

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.
"And we are in his house," Bax said. "Duh."
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.
"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?"
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.
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.
Startling light black eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes looked up at Beau, tearing his attention from wandering to the man’s plump lips.
Bax blinked at the handsome man for a moment before glancing up. "Beau?"
"Beau," the man whispered.
"My brother, Beaumont."
"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."
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.
"You'll let us stay in your mansion if I introduce you to my brother?" Bax asked.
The man still hadn't taken his eyes off of Beau. Beau stared back just as intently.
"Beau!"Bax called out. "There's someone I want you to meet."
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.
"This is Prince Dario Montella," Bax said. "This is his house."
Wait..."Did you say prince?" Beau asked, because he really needed to be sure. The weight of the world rested on the answer.
"Yep." Baxter nodded as though he could read the rising panic in Beau's mind. "Prince Dario Montella. Come down here and meet him."
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.
“No,” he called back.
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.
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.

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Desperate, Beau tipped his head back and whispered, “Please.”
Softness touched his ear and a rich voice dripping in honey murmured, “Come, my darling.”
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.
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.
Hadn’t he?

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Between the Lies, Club Syn, book 1 By Draven St. James

Between the Lies, Club Syn, book 1
Draven St. James

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.
Spencer Neil, has never stepped foot into a gay bar and holy shit 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.
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.


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.”
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.
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…”
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 too much. 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.
He shook his head. Offtrack, Spence. This had to be some hallucination brought on by way too much jerking off. Maybe he was dehydrated?
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.
Ebony was Dr. Graham Darrius. No fucking way.

Spicy Excerpt

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.
“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”
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.
“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.
“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.
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. What am I doing?
“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?”
Spencer wished he’d had time to read a book on bathroom hookups, or maybe watched more porn. “I have no idea.”

I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books.  My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous.  It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.

Draven St. James

Thursday, March 31, 2016

BAILEY by Stormy Glenn & Bellann Summer


Battle Bunnies 1

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 29th
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to love.
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.
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.
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.


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.
Could this man be a paranormal?
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.
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.”
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.
“Does the locking device on the door have one light or two that tell you when it’s safe to open?”
Harvey couldn’t answer for a moment. He was too star struck by the pure melody of the man’s voice.
“We need to hurry,” the man urged.
“There is a green light directly above a red light about two inches to the left of the door’s latch,” Harvey answered.
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.
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,
“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?”
“The electricity will melt that card and probably kill a little thing like you,” Harvey pointed out.
“It’s a special card," the man ordered in a clear crisp voice. "Now talk."
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.
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.
As the small man stepped into his cell, he said, “My name is Bailey.”
“I’m Harvey. Call me Vey,” Vey answered watching Bailey come closer.
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.
But above all, it made him thirsty.
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.
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.
“I need to get these bands off,” Bailey’s low whisper tickled against his ear.
Vey groaned as what little that was left of his stomach turned itself inside out. His mind began screaming, “Need…need…need.”
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.
“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.”
“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.
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.
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. “Need…. Need…Need,” screeched through his system again.
Small strong hands pushed against his chest holding him upright. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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.
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.
And Vey’s mind cleared.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”


“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.
“I’m starving for you, little one,” Vey countered, then demanded, “Feed me.”
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.
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.
Bailey froze.
Vey’s upper body lifted up. “What is it, beloved?”
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.”
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."
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.
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.
"Do you have lube, little one?"
Bailey's face burned fiercely as he shook his head. "I don't need it."
"Bailey, I will not—"
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.
Vey's voice was deep and thick when he spoke, "Do you?"
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.
"Vey." This was nothing like when he touched himself. This was much more intense.
"Have you ever had anything in this pretty little hole of yours, mate?"
Bailey whimpered as he turned his face into Vey's chest. There was no way on Earth he could ever answer that question.
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."
Bailey swallowed hard before admitting, "Just my fingers."
"Like this?"
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.
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.
Aching for more.
"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."
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.
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.
"There it is," Vey murmured. "That is the spot, is it not?"
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.
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.
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.
He was also greedy.

Sunday, March 20, 2016


Author A.E. Via




Edited by: Tina Adamski

Cover Artist – Jay Aheer


Release Date: March 20th, 2015


Roman “Quick” Webb is one badass bounty hunter on the crime­filled streets of Atlanta. He’s

fearless when it comes to carrying out his dangerous job alongside his longtime best friend and

business partner, Duke. However, there is one thing that has begun to cause Quick concern and it’s

the dreadful thought of living out the rest of his life alone. Seeing his best friend and his son fall in

love and sharing the special connection that only true soulmates can, has made him all the more

aware of what’s lacking in his life.


Dr. Cayson Chauncey has been wildly attracted to the big, tattooed hunter for almost a year, ever

since he performed the surgery that saved Quick’s best friend’s life. Cayson must’ve mistaken

Quick’s gratitude for something more, because the one time he tried to make his desires known, he

was harshly rebuffed and left on the man’s doorstep feeling stupid for hitting on an obviously very

straight man.

Cayson never dated a man who was willing to come out of hiding and be with him. Now at almost

forty, Cayson is intent on no longer being anyone’s dirty secret. Having experienced countless

disappointments, and having taken a stand not to fall for any more tricks, Cayson is more than a little

skeptical when Quick comes around asking for a second chance to prove himself. The gorgeous

man had already made it clear he was definitely uninterested in Cayson... or so he’d thought.

Dr. Chauncey stirred up Quick’s suppressed, most carnal desires from a place deep down inside of

him. He’d reacted so badly the first time that now his sexy surgeon wanted nothing to do with him. It

was going to take a fair amount of patience and a whole lot of wooing involved as Quick sets out to

convince Cayson that he’s worth another chance and that he is the brave lover who Cayson has

been looking for.

With a scorned ex and a very dangerous job thrown into the mix, Cayson’s happiness and all of

Quick’s promises may not be as easy to keep as they’d hoped.



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.

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


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!

Go to A.E. Via’s official website for more detailed

information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming

work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.


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