Thursday, March 17, 2016

TO LOVE A KING by Stormy Glenn

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Thursday, February 25, 2016

CLAIMING HIS ALPHA by STORMY GLENN

CLAIMING HIS ALPHA
Scent of a Mate 7
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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.
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.
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.

STORY EXCERPT
“I am sure you have heard of the challenge against Randal Cresson by now.”
Again, Elder Hamilton received five nods.
“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.”
“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?”
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.”
Alarm settled on more than one face.
“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.”
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.
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.
It took unnatural strength.
“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.”
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.
“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.”
A couple of the other men nodded their agreement.
Reece flicked his toothpick.
“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.”
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.
Grabbing his own glass, he turned and gestured to the others to grab a glass as he took his seat again. “Gentlemen.”
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.
“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—”
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.
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.
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.
Fear.
Pure unadulterated fear.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Wulfgang by Erin M. Leaf

Wulfgang (Bad Oak Boys #3) — by Erin M. Leaf now available!

Amazon and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller!

Gay Romance, Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 54,250
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772337099
pages: 150


buy links: Evernight – Amazon – ARe – BookStrand

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, normal and quiet 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.
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.
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?
***MPREG***

Story Excerpt:
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.

“There. Sit on the edge of the tub,” Forest said, rummaging around in the cabinet above the sink.

“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.”

“I have my ways,” Mr. Sexy Professor said, dropping to his knees in front of Wulfgang.

Holy shit. 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.

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.

Wulfgang leaned back. “What the fuck is that?”

“Peroxide. Don’t be a baby, Wulfgang.”

The professor reached out again, and this time Wulfgang let him get close. He hissed at the sting. “Ow.”

Forest pressed harder.

“Wow, you’re actually kind of mean,” Wulfgang said. Somehow, the pain in his temple didn’t help dispel his erection one bit. Probably because you have the sexiest man you’ve ever seen on his knees between your legs. 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.

“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.”

“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.

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. “You’re hot,” he said softly.

Hell. I want him bad. Wulfgang blinked as his mouth tingled. “What?”

Forest sat back on his haunches. “You can’t tell when a guy is making a pass at you?”

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?”

“Damn, you have no clue,” the professor said, and then he leaned up and kissed Wulfgang full on the mouth.

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.

“You taste like berries,” Forest gasped.

Wulfgang bit the man’s lip, inexplicably angry. And really turned on. “You’re no fucking professor, are you?”

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.

Wulfgang’s dick jumped, wanting those clever fingers closer.

“My name isn’t Forest, either.”

Christ. 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 bite 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.

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.”

Author Details:
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.
Twitter: @erinmleaf

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

FLYING HIGH by Stormy Glenn

FLYING HIGH
 
Pacific Cove 2
 
[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn Ménage ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

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.
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.

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.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/flying-high

STORY EXCERPT 
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.
Damn.
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.
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.
So, it had begun.
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.
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.
“What?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And have your boyfriend read me the riot act? I don’t fucking think so.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Matt could only wish.
“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.
“Tony, I can do this.” Matt reached for the pans again. “Really. You don’t have to.”
“Are you saying I can’t wash a few pots and pans?”
Crap.
“No, of course not.” Matt mentally backtracked as fast as he could. “I just wanted to help.”
“You’ve been enough help,” Tony snapped as he gave Matt a shove hard enough to make him stumble back.
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.
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.
Naw!
He still needed to get a cat.
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.
“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.
“I almost didn’t get to you in time.”
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.
“Forgive me, Matt,” Joe whispered. “I should have been faster.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
Tony just didn’t think sometimes before he acted.
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.”
“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.”
Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Humans?”
What the hell was Joe talking about?
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.”
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.
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.”
“I should have—”
“Enough.” Matt chuckled. “I’m fine, really. A little cold, but that can be fixed with a change of clothes.”
“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.”
Matt frowned. Did Joe just growl at Tony?

ADULT EXCERPT
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.
“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.”
“Yesss,” Matt hissed as he pushed back on Sam’s finger.
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.
“Sam,” he cried out when he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I want to hear you scream, Matt.”
Scream? He couldn’t breathe, let alone scream. Sam was asking the impossible.
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.
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.
“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.”
Sam’s explicit words caused Matt’s body to bow involuntarily as he pushed against the fingers invading his ass.
“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.”
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.
“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.”
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.
Matt whimpered.
Sam was fucking huge!
“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.”
“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.
“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.
“More, baby?” Sam asked as his hand smoothed down Matt’s back.
“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.
“Oh hell,” Joe groaned. “Suck me, honey, suck me good.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
Reality ceased to exist.
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Thursday, January 14, 2016

SUBMITTING TO SIMON by Stormy Glenn

SUBMITTING TO SIMON
Sir Series 5
available now!
Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, bondage, sex toys, HEA
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.
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.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
http://www.stormyglenn.com/submittingtosimon.htm

STORY EXCERPT
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.
Ooohhh...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.
“I want that one,” Jamie said to Danny without taking his eyes off the man.
“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.”
“Why not? Is he straight? Married? Involved? What?” Jamie asked.
Danny shook his head. “No, not exactly, but he’s...he’s intense. More intense than I think you’re ready for.”
“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.
“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.”
“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.
“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.”
“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!”
“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.”
“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?”
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.”
“What? Are we talking candle wax on the nipples or something?” Jamie raised an eyebrow and looked from Simon to Danny. .
“Uh, no. I think I’m safe in saying there is no candle wax involved, but there might be a few other toys.”
“Toys?” Jamie asked. “I love toys.”
“Restraints, whips, plugs, clamps, rings. I could go on, you know.”
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.
“Come on, Jamie, let me introduce you to William,” Danny said as he pulled on Jamie's arm. “You’ll like him.”
Jamie shook his head. “Nope, I found what I want for Christmas and he’s sitting right over there.”
“Jamie... ” Danny said.
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.
“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.
Simon looked up at him. “I suppose you could, but I reserve the right not to answer.”
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.
At Jamie’s hesitation, Simon finally asked, “What’s your question?” 
“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.”
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.”
“No,” Jamie said and moved his face closer to Simon’s until their lips almost touched. “But we can always pretend.”
Simon glanced down at Jamie’s lips, then back to his eyes. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”
“That’s not what I hear,” Jamie said softly.
“Oh? And just what have you heard?”
“Well, I heard you might be able to help me with my New Year’s resolution.”
“And what might that resolution be?” Simon’s lips stretched into a grin.
“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.
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.
“That’s quite a resolution,” Simon replied. “And you think I can help you with that?”
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.”

ADULT EXCERPT
“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.
Simon started the car, emerged into the traffic and headed toward his condo. “Not far, maybe ten minutes.”
“Perfect,” Jamie said. “That gives me just enough time.”
“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.
Oh damn! 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.
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.
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.
“Jamie!” Simon growled. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
“Stop that!” Simon said sternly.
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What?”
“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.”
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Monday, January 4, 2016

Odd Man Out by Stormy Glenn

Blurb
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.
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.  
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?

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/odd-man-out

Excerpt
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.
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.
“Careful now, Andrew,” he said in a low, soothing tone. “You’re in pretty bad shape.”
“Where?” Andrew winced when his tongue came out and slid across his swollen and split lips. “Where am I?”
“We’re in a car on the way to get you some help.”
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?”
“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.”
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
“H–hurt,” Andrew whispered.
“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.”
“Ri–ribs bruised,” Andrew stuttered through pale lips. “Not broken.”
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.
“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?”
“Just…” Andrew inhaled a slow and shaky breath. “Just need to rest.”
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
“B–Bear.”
Bear turned and glanced into the backseat. “What’s wrong, Andrew?”
“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.”
“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.
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.
“Tired.”
“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.”
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.
 
ADULT EXCERPT
 
Andrew jumped when he felt a light tap to his ass.
Had Bear just spanked him?
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.
“You’d better get to the shower, babe. I can already smell bacon cooking and you don’t want to miss out on that.”
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.
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.
“Bear, I—” Andrew had no idea what he wanted to say, or even if he wanted to say anything.
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.
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.
Pure torture.
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.
Had anything ever felt better?
“God, please, Bear, I—” Andrew wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He just knew he never want this to stop, whatever this was.
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.
“Just feel, baby.” Bear’s deep whiskey voice rushed over him like warm water. “Just let it happen.”
Andrew groaned again, his body tightening with something he didn’t know how to identify or even describe. He could feel it. And whatever it was, it was getting closer. Bear’s hand tightened. His thumb brushed the head of Andrew’s cock.
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.
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.
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.
And he could feel Bear’s hard cock still pushing up against him.
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