The Perfect Balance by Trina Lane

Out March 21, 2011

Blurb:

Book five in the Perfect Love Series

One man’s arms sends a young woman plummeting into hell, but can she learn to trust the hands held out willing to lift her into heaven?

At thirty-four Miranda Harper finds herself trapped in a loveless, emotionally abusive marriage. When her husband finally steps too far over the line, she must find the strength within to begin her life anew. After moving herself halfway across the country she finds that friendship and a second chance at love are within her grasp. However, she has to take lessons in how to trust again.

Doctors Chase Pruitte and Victor Burns, who have been intermittent lovers since their days in medical school, have their toughest case ahead of them in teaching Miranda what it means to truly be loved. The two bisexual men have been unwilling to fully commit their lives to each other due to their continued attraction and desire for women, and not always the same one. However, from the moment Miranda enters their lives they know that the skittish beauty if perfect for them, and they set out to win her heart together.

Can the three of them strike a perfect balance?

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Excerpt:

April 2005

Miranda slowly made her way back to Evanston from where she worked in downtown Chicago. She looked to her right and could make out the blue of Lake Michigan beyond the grass of the park as she drove down North Lake Shore Drive. Twelve hours ago her phone had gone off, waking her from a sound sleep, to summon her back to the hospital for an emergency.

When she’d arrived, it was to find the place inundated with patients from a massive fire at a club located in the warehouse district. Miranda’s hospital had been swarmed with casualties from patrons, employees and several fire-fighters who’d been trapped when a section of the building had collapsed with them inside.

She’d spent the next ten hours in surgery, working two different cases. The first had been a young man whose chest had been crushed when panic had ensued and he’d been trampled by those trying to escape. He hadn’t made it, and Miranda had watched through a glass window as the doctor informed the family of their son’s death. The mother had collapsed in her husband’s arms, crying for her baby boy. Her wails could be heard outside the closed room and the sound of her anguish had torn Miranda’s heart in two.

Later, the other case had managed to stitch part of the edges back together. Miranda had been part of team that had worked on a young woman, who’d started to haemorrhage after going into early labour when the restaurant, next door to the club, had been evacuated. They’d managed to not only save the mother’s life, but her son as well. The baby was born at thirty weeks gestation and would have an extended stay in the neonatal intensive care unit, but mother and fathers couldn’t have been happier. That last little bit had thrown Miranda for a loop. At first when she’d stood with the surgeon to impart the happy news, she’d assumed the man standing with the woman’s husband was a friend, but it turned out he was actually the couple’s partner.

As Miranda had later prepared to leave, she’d walked by the woman’s room, unable to get the threesome off her mind. It may have not been the most professional behaviour on record, but she couldn’t help but stare in fascination as the two men hugged and kissed each other while sitting next to their wife’s bed. Her hand had been secured between theirs, and even through the sedating effect of lingering drugs in the woman’s system, the love she shared for her two men had been obvious.

Miranda had never had much exposure to anyone who was gay, and had been a little shocked by the tingle that went through her while she watched the two men kiss. Knowing that those men also made love to the woman, maybe even at the same time, had caused Miranda to clinch her muscles below as she felt moisture seep from her folds.

Miranda jolted back to the present as she realised she had almost missed her turn into Sheridan, she’d been so caught up in the memory of watching the family celebrate their good fortunes earlier. She made sure to pay closer attention as she continued to wind through town. It was three in the afternoon and traffic was busy with early commuters and carpools making their way home from school.

Finally Miranda pulled into a parking space outside of her condo complex. The green grass and flowering trees were bright against the aged red brick and brownstone façade. She’d been lucky to find a spot right outside her building. Maybe that meant good fortunes for the rest of the day. After shutting off her engine, she gathered her purse and slowly made her way down the sidewalk towards the iron gate enclosing the courtyard in the centre of the buildings, from which all entrances were reached. It seemed now that she was home, exhaustion hit her as if it were a tsunami. All she wanted to do was climb in bed and sleep for at least a few hours. Maybe Drew would let her nap till it was time to make dinner. She carefully slid the key into the lock of the gate. It seemed to take all her strength to twist the little piece of metal.

Their condo was on the first floor of the north building. Miranda made her way inside the building then unlocked the front door. When she pushed it open, she knew immediately that Drew wasn’t home. She felt a little guilty at how relieved that made her. She carefully hung her jacket and purse in the closet beside the door. A few more steps and she was in the living room. As she looked around, unbidden tears came to her eyes. There were magazines littering the floor, and a pile of clothes scattered all over the floor between the living room and kitchen. It looked as though a tornado had been through their place, with the cushions of the sofa strewn all over the place, and the rug scrounged up in front of the entertainment centre.

Miranda made her way into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and found the sink full of dirty dishes. Dishes that hadn’t been there when she’d left in the middle of the night. Enough dishes that she wondered if Drew had had a dinner party while she was gone. It seemed a nap was out of the question. Miranda knew that if she didn’t get the place cleaned up before Drew got home, she’d never hear the end of it. Never mind that it had been spotless when her phone had gone off.

She picked everything up on the floors, straightened up the cushions and rug then vacuumed and ran the duster across the hardwood floors. She smoothed out the sheers on the windows in the living and dining areas. Miranda picked up the pile of mail that had come from their box and set it on Drew’s desk for him to sort through, flipping through the envelopes to see what had come. When she saw the logo of their bank at the top left corner, she was tempted to open their statement to find out exactly what the status of their finances were, as she was every month. However, couldn’t bring herself to attempt steaming open the envelope then resealing it so Drew wouldn’t know she’d been snooping. He handled all the bills. Miranda was given a weekly cash allowance for gas, groceries and incidentals.

She’d tried not to remember the only time she’d gone through her money and asked Drew for some more, a few months into their marriage. Her ears had rung from the virulent insults reverberating in her brain for days. Now days Miranda was much more careful with keeping track of money in her wallet.

Miranda picked up a glass sitting beside Drew’s laptop, which was sitting on the kitchen table. She must have knocked the mouse because the screen came out of hibernation. It wasn’t unusual for Drew’s computer to be on, since the man did most of his work as a web designer from home. But when Miranda looked down, instead of finding the work project she’d expected, the screen was filled with a picture of giant penis being shoved inside some woman’s vagina.

The phallus was huge, dripping with secretions from the woman’s body. Thick ropey veins snaked up the length of the column. She collapsed into the chair and stared at the image, trying to deduce whether or not it was artificially enhanced. Could something that colossal really exist in nature? She rested her arms on the table to lean in for a closer inspection, and the next thing she knew the image came to life. The penis started thrusting into the woman’s body, violently. So not fake apparently. Miranda had never seen what sex looked like up close. It was messy, raw, primal and arousing.

The faceless woman was really in to it, by the moans coming from off camera. She made sounds Miranda had never heard from another human before. What would it feel like to have something that large inside her? Drew was the only man she’d slept with, and he was nothing like that thing pummelling the poor woman on screen.

Sex with Drew consisted of twice monthly interludes in the dark, under the covers. The episodes over almost before they began, after which Miranda was more glad Drew was finished than wishing it could have lasted longer. While the idea of sex aroused her, the reality was so far from her fantasies as a young woman that the quicker it ended the better in her opinion. There was nothing pleasurable about Drew pushing his way inside—while Miranda was still dry—never mind the painful twists of her nipples or the fast paced thrusts that had Drew straining in a matter of minutes. Her husband would vacate the bed to go clean up almost immediately. He always reported that being inside Miranda made the skin of his penis burn, which was why he also refused to go down on her.

Miranda jumped at the sound of a key turning in the front door. She scrambled frantically to get the video to stop. Moving the mouse arrow around, she tried to find the pause button. She looked over her shoulder and clicked the bottom of the screen, blindly. The video stopped, but in the process another window popped up. It was an instant message, and there was one line.

NSA meet. 2:00pm…same place.

Miranda heard the door open. She quickly picked up the glass from the table and ran into the kitchen. Turning on the water, she began to do the dishes. Her hands shook as she tried to move the soap around a plate. She was more focused on the sound of Drew’s footsteps behind her, not the task at hand.

“What the fucking hell were you doing on my computer?” Drew screamed.

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SOME LIKE IT ROUGH by Gale Stanley

SOME LIKE IT ROUGH
A Contemporary M/M Romance

Julian Decker grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, in an inner city neighborhood with a reputation for violence and crime. He leaves his old life behind when he gets a lucrative job at the exclusive Gentlemen’s Club. When he spots wealthy member, Richard Caldwell, it’s lust at first sight. The older man is way out of his league and doesn’t even know he exists. But Julian is used to going after what he wants and when an opportunity arises he makes his move.

As part-owner of the Gentlemen’s Club, well-respected attorney, Richard Caldwell, has the means to make all his dreams come true. But Richard’s dreams died five years ago when he lost his long-time partner to cancer. He’s never been able to move on and he’s resigned to living the rest of his life alone.

Then on one of his rare visits to the Club, a seductive new employee catches his eye and makes him an offer he can’t refuse. For the first time in years, Richard is attracted to another man and he responds to the strong chemistry between him and Julian. But before the budding relationship can get started, Richard is attacked and all the evidence points to his new lover.

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EXCERPT
A slim, boyish-looking blond, his black T-shirt tucked into the right-back pocket of tight-fitting Levi’s, sauntered past the Backdoor’s front entrance. Julian Decker, dressed only a little more sensibly in a black muscle shirt, followed his progress. Been there, done that.

A Black Cadillac STS slowed to a cruise, and pulled to the curb. The window rolled down and the boy walked over. A few words were exchanged and he slid inside.

At least he’ll be warm for a little while. Julian watched the tableau unfold with a sense of déjà vu. Some things never changed.

He narrowed his eyes at the familiar looking car and inched closer. Catching a glimpse of silver hair, his jealousy spiked a surge of temper that had no outlet and bile rose in his throat.
It looked like Richard Caldwell’s car but he couldn’t be sure. Richard wasn’t the only man in the city who drove a black Caddy. Besides, the wealthy lawyer could have any man he wanted. Why would he be cruising Diamond Street looking for a blowjob? It had to be someone else.

Julian had been fantasizing about the Anderson Cooper lookalike since the first day he’d laid eyes on him. And his vision didn’t include some honey-haired slut wrapping his lips around Richard’s dick. Or vice versa.

In Julian’s alternate reality, Richard went down on his knees for Julian only. He’d make him beg first, before he’d stuff his cock down Richard’s throat and fuck him until he blew his load. He’d imagined this scenario countless times in countless settings and it never failed to make him hard.
He’d only seen Richard at the Club twice, but his image was freeze-framed in Julian’s head and the inspiration for all his erotic dreams.

Physically he and Richard were perfect for each other. At six feet, three inches, he only topped Richard by an inch or two and although the older man wasn’t as muscular, his toned body made Julian’s mouth water. And Richard’s silver hair and gray eyes contrasted so nicely with Julian’s black hair and eyes.

He pictured himself and the Silver Fox sixty-nining, the yin yang of absolute sexual perfection. He had no idea how many times he’d jacked off with that visual in his head, but it had to be a lot.
The idea of Richard sucking someone else’s cock in that black car stirred a possessive streak he hadn’t known he possessed. His jealous imaginings, irrational though they might be, made him want to yank the door open and pull the kid out by his long blond hair.

He was almost sorry he’d taken the job at the Gentlemen’s Club. This fucking fantasy crush disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. Nothing good could come of it.

In the real world Julian was just another employee lusting after a wealthy member. Even if the hired help weren’t tagged untouchable, the Silver Fox wouldn’t look at him twice.

When Julian dressed for work, his long-sleeved white button down shirt and pressed black slacks hid his tattoos and nipple rings, evidence of his old life. He cleaned up nice but he still exuded a rough-around-the-edges vibe.

As member and part-owner, Richard was in a position to bend the rules, but why should he for a man who was so obviously not his type? Few people were as wealthy, intelligent, or sophisticated as Richard. If he lived in medieval Europe he’d be a member of the ruling class while Julian would still be a lowborn commoner.

Frustrated, Julian watched the Caddy drive off, leaving him right where he belonged, on a rundown inner city block that never changed. A festering sore, on the asshole of humanity.

Across the street, brick row houses, mostly abandoned and boarded up, stood shoulder to shoulder. If there were any occupants, they were probably smoking, shooting, or snorting their way to oblivion.

Next to the Backdoor, multicolored neon lights proclaimed the Laundromat open, and a lone customer snored to the thumping of the washing machine.
An emaciated man in dirty clothes eyed him from the alley, probably looking for his next fix. It was business as usual.

He shouldn’t have come back. His life had changed dramatically in the past year and he didn’t want to fuck it up. He’d racked up enough dough to buy a new car and move into a better apartment.

But bored and lonely, his frustration had fueled a crush on a man who didn’t know he was alive. How long was he supposed to sit in his empty apartment and jerk off to a fantasy that would never come true?


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Love Sexy by Stormy Glenn

LOVE SEXY

True Blood Mate 3

Coming March 29th

Logan Stone lives a lonely existence as the beta of his wolf clan. It's his job to protect his people and follow out the orders of his alpha. That doesn't leave much time to find a mate or fill the empty hole in his heart. When he spots a set of sexy eyes staring at him during the moon festival, Logan knows he has met his mate.

Finding Love Star is not as easy as keeping him. Love may be fascinated by all things wolf but when Logan goes feral during their mating, Love runs for his life. Logan has to call for help to find Love, only discover his mate is hiding right under his nose at the Stone Clan compound.

Instead of convincing Love of the merits of being mated to a wolf, Logan has to depend on Love to protect himself even as he tries to shield the man from the dangerous world he has just entered. If they survive the interference of well meaning friends and a coyote shifter bent on killing Love, they just might have a chance of finding out what fate has planned for them.

STORY EXCERPT

"Someone stole my tail again," Love Star grumbled as he flopped down in the seat across from where his friends sat. He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his lower lip out. He was pissed. That was the third time this week that someone had taken his tail.

He liked that tail too. It was one of his favorite—long and black and it had just the right amount of swing in it to match the sway of his hips. Love had spent hours in front of his full length mirror perfecting the sway of his hips until he had it just right.

"Have you ever thought of not wearing a tail, Love?" Matt asked.

Love rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I would look ridiculous without my tail."

"Well," Matt said as he waved his hand toward Love's butt, "if you won't leave the tail at home, you have to expect people to try and take it."

"Why can't they just leave it alone?" Love asked.

"Love, you don't want them to leave it alone, remember?" Drea smirked. "That's why you started wearing the ears and tail in the first place."

"I wanted them to look, not take."

"Maybe you should attach the tail to your pants then."

Love rolled his eyes. "Really?"

Drea chuckled. "I'm just saying, Love. If you don't want people to steal your tail then you need to secure it to your ass a little better."

"It would just be better if it was real," Love grumbled, "and then no one could steal it from me. I could bite them if they tried."

"Yeah, I don't see that happening anytime soon, Love."

"It could happen!" Love insisted, frowning at Matt. Neither of his friends seemed to understand the fascination Love had for all things wolf. And Love wasn't sure he wanted them to know. It was a little weird and a lot obsessive.

"Hey, I have a great idea," Matt said. "My family is having this little get together later tonight back at the house. There's going be food, dancing, everything. Do you want to go?"

Love glanced around the bar. It was supposed to be a happening place only nothing was happening. He was bored out of his mind. Anything had to be better than hanging out in a bar that was almost empty. The place was dead.

"Sure," Love said, "I'm in."

Love reached up and checked the placement of the black furry wolf ears on the top of his head. Satisfied that they were right where they were supposed to be, he held out his hand. A lollipop was slapped into his hand, a deep chuckle coming from Drea.

Love ripped off the wrapping and shoved the sweet tasting treat into his mouth. The fruity flavor of cherry exploded across Love's tongue. He groaned and closed his eyes, loving the taste and the texture of the little round lollipop in his mouth.

"Damn, boy," crooned a voice right over Love's shoulder, "I'll bet you'd moan just as loud with something else in your mouth."

Love didn't even open his eyes. He was enjoying his lollipop too much. He just held up his hand and lifted his middle finger.

"Is that an invitation, boy?"

Love opened his eyes and looked across the table at Drea and Matt. He rolled his eyes then plastered a sexy little smile on his face. Turning in his seat, he peered up at the man standing beside his chair.

The tight leather pants really did nothing for the man. Neither did the black leather vest, which was the only covering the man had on the upper half of his body. Love knew the man thought he was drop dead gorgeous but he didn't have a tail or ears which put him at the bottom of Love's attraction list.

"I don't know. Can you give me what I want?"

"The name is Mick Red." The man palmed his crotch. "And I have more than enough to give you exactly what you want."

Love seriously doubted it. "Then show me your tail."

"My what?"

"No tail?" Love pouted. "Ah, too bad. How about some ears then. Personally, I prefer black furry ears but I suppose any type of wolf ears would do."

A disgusted look came over the man's less than handsome face. "Are you one of those guys that like to fuck animals?"

"No, which is why I won't be fucking you."

Satisfied that he had said his peace, Love stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and turned around in his seat. This guy, whoever he was, didn't hold any interest for him. He liked dominant men but he liked ones that were naturally dominant. Not ones that had to prove it to other people.

"You little freak!"

Love had just enough time to process the angry words before the man's hands landed on his shoulder. Love cringed and yelped as he was yanked out of his seat. He dropped his lollipop on the floor as he was tossed across the floor.

Love skidded to a stop several feet away. He shook his head to clear it then pushed himself up. His eyes widened when he looked back across the floor and saw his friends attacking the man in leather. He chuckled when the man dropped to his knees under the assault.

Go them!

Love checked to make sure his ears were still perched on his head then jumped to his feet and raced back across the room. He hopped onto the man's back and started pulling on his hair. He had the deep satisfaction of hearing the man grunt in pain right before someone grabbed his and tore him away.

"Hey!" Love shouted.

"That's enough!" a rather large man shouted.

Love glared up into the face of the big blond haired man that held him. He stuck out his lower lip and pointing to the man on the floor. "He started it!"

"I don't care who started it," the man growled as he set Love on his feet. "I'm stopping it."

Love realized that he had to crane his neck back to look up into the man's face. While that wasn't unusual for him, he didn't like the way it made his ears start to slip off his head. Love growled and kicked the man in the shin.

"Ouch!" the man shouted as he grabbed his shin and started hopping around. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"You made my ears slip."

Duh!

"Ears? What ears?"

Love glared. He reached up and repositioned his ears on the top of his head. By the time he was done, the man had stopped hoping, which was good because a man as big as he was shouldn't be hopping. It just made him look odd. He was still glaring at Love as he rubbed his shin, though.

"You're fucking nuts."

Love stuck his tongue out at the man. He wished he had his tail as he turned and flounced away. It would have made his exit more memorable. As it was, Love had to make do with swaying his hips enough to get a few whistles and one smack on his ass as he walked out the front door.

Love realized he had left the building without his friends the moment the door closed behind him. He rolled his eyes, wishing he could gain control of his temper. It was a battle he'd been fighting since he was in diapers. It was a losing battle.

Love walked over to the car he'd ridden in with his friends and leaned back against the hood. He would have to wait until his friends come out of the bar before he could leave. Matt had the keys. Worse yet, Matt had all his lollipops.

ADULT EXCERPT

"Yes, dick head. His name is Mick Red. You know, Mick Red… Dick Head… pretty much the same thing. Besides, I had to call him something." Love stroked his hands over the broad chest in front of him and gazed up at the tall muscular man. "So, what should I call you? Delicious comes immediately to mind."

Love watched the stunned expression on the man in front of him with amusement. He would bet his mother's purple poodle that no one had ever talked to the powerful man in such a manner. And yes, the damn poodle was purple. Love's mother had a sense of humor and a dye kit.

He knew the man standing in front of him was strong, powerful, and dominant. Love could feel it in the tingling of his skin. He could see it in every tight muscle, every thick limb. Love wondered just how powerful the large man was.

Love hoped that the sexy man was top material. He loved strong possessive tops. While they were very high maintenance, they were also very domineering. Love liked feeling that he belonged to someone and it had been a long time since he'd felt that way.

"Delicious sounds pretty good, but can you back up what comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours?" Logan asked. His arms wrapped around Love's waist and pulled him tight up against his body.

Oh yes, the big man wanted to play. Love allowed softer lines to take over his body as he leaned into the man. He could feel the heat of arousal roll off him. It warmed Love like nothing ever had.

"I would never say anything I couldn't back up, sexy," Love purred. He laid his hand on the man's wide chest, groaning softly at the hard muscles he felt through the black cotton shirt he wore.

"Logan."

"Huh?" Love said as he glanced up into the deepest golden eyes he ever encountered. They were pure amber in color, mesmerizing. Love could drown in their deep shimmering depths.

"My name is Logan," the man said. "Logan Stone."

Love laughed. "I prefer sexy."

Love heard a small growl come from Logan as he leaned down and inhaled the scent at Love's neck. Logan's breath blew against Love's neck then rubbed his head against him. Love giggled and dipped his head. "That tickles."

"Does it? Are you ticklish anywhere else?"

Love tipped his head back and sent Logan his sexiest lust filled look. "I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." Love giggled again when Logan's golden eyes darkened and he growled low in his throat. "So, tell me," Love drawled, "what's a big bad sexy toppy man like you doing at a party like this?"

"Hunting." Logan grinned. "What else?"

Love chuckled. "I think you found what you're hunting for."

He watched, fascinated, as one dark eyebrow on Logan's face shot up. "Are you sure of that?"

"Positive."

"It could be just a simple adrenaline rush," Logan countered, grinning. "We did just go through a dangerous situation."

"Pheromones and all that?" Love asked. "In that case, you shouldn't mind if I go home with someone else, should you?"

Love pushed himself away from the large man and started to turn away. As hands reached for him and lifted him off the ground, Love let out a loud laugh. He was gently tossed over Logan's shoulder, one hand wrapping around his waist, the other slapping him on the ass.

"You're not going home with anyone except me ever again," Logan growled as he carried Love through the crowd towards the edge of one of the buildings. Love nearly came in his pants when he felt Logan's large hands caress his ass through his jeans.

He couldn't wait to get rid of his jeans and feel those hands against his bare skin. Hell, he couldn't wait to feel all of Logan against his bare skin. As big as Logan was, Love had no doubt that he could cover his smaller body from head to toe, and then some.

Love yelped in surprise as he was suddenly lowered to the ground. He barely had time to steady himself on his feet before hands were pulling at his clothes. Within moments, Love found himself standing before Logan naked as the day he was born.

The low rough rumble emanating from Logan told Love that the man liked what he saw. It vibrated through Love's body, energizing him, arousing him. He looked up into Logan's eyes and his breath caught in his throat.

Logan's amber eyes had gone deep golden brown. His lip curled back showing off his perfect white teeth. But it was the savage snarl on Logan's face as he gazed down at his naked body that really set Love off.

Love held his arms out to his sides. "If you plan on just staring at me this relationship is going to take more work than I thought."

The moment the words were out of Love's mouth he wished he could take them back. Logan's eyes flashed to his as a slow wicked grin crossed his lips. Some intuitive gut feeling told Love that he had just become the prey to a Logan.

Going purely on instinct, Love turned and ran. He didn't get two steps before two large arms encircled him from behind and pulled him back against Logan's hard body. Love's felt a shudder shoot through his body as long teeth scrapped across the back of his neck.

"Logan," Love groaned. "That is so fucking hot!"

His hands moved back behind his head to wrap around Logan's neck. He tilted his head to one side giving Logan unobstructed access to the side of his throat. It was a submissive gesture. Love knew that but he was helpless to stop it. Something in him demanded that he submit. Love could no more deny that powerful demand then he could have stopped breathing.

Long fingers encircled Love's hard cock, stroking him furiously just as sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder. Shock rocked through him as he realized Logan bit him but he still cried out as the combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed him.

A thick thigh moved between Love's legs and pressed tightly against him from behind. Small keening sounds escaped from his lips. Every touch of Logan's hands and body against his was like a burning flame. Love wanted to be consumed. He wanted to burn for Logan.

His hands clenched in Logan's sunlight blond hair, pulling at the long locks in desperation. He could feel Logan sucking on his neck, marking him, claiming him, but he needed more. He needed…he needed…

"Logan!" Love begged. "Fuck me!"

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Courting Calvin by Amber Kell

Coming March 26, 2011

Blurb

When Calvin's sister is kidnapped will he be forced to betray a friend to get her back or will the sexy vampire, Alesandro, come to his rescue?

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EXCERPT:

“You know what you have to do,” the deep voice taunted from the shadows.

Calvin Sanders stood in the empty warehouse. Smells of mold, urine, and excrement filled the air, threatening to gag him while he examined the picture of a stunning blond man who glowed like trapped sunlight.

How had his life come to this?

“I capture him and bring him to you.” He squinted against the dark, trying to make out the shape of the speaker but his vision couldn’t penetrate the deep blackness of the warehouse. “And what do you do to him?”

“That’s none of your business,” the stranger growled. “He killed my brother. Bring him to me and I’ll see that your sister won’t be the next person to die.”

“She’ll be returned safely?” Calvin asked, against his will his gaze went back to the picture of his sister tied up, her eyes wide with terror. In front of her was a newspaper, held up so he could see the date. Yesterday. His poor little sister was at the mercy of psychotics since yesterday. Chills shook his frame as he thought of all they could do to a twenty-year old girl in twenty-four hours.

“She’ll be released.”

He didn’t miss the speaker’s avoidance of the word safely. He didn’t trust the man who wouldn’t tell him his name or show his face, but what choice did he have? Leaving his sister in the hands of this obvious psychotic wasn’t an option, even if he had a hard time believing this innocent looking man killed anyone. Of course whether the blond killed anyone or not didn’t matter in the scheme of things, he wanted his sister back.

“She’s all right?” He couldn’t keep the pleading tone out of his voice even as he wished he could take it back.

“You’ll have to hope so won’t you?”

“I want to talk to her before I do this.”

“You’re under the false illusion you have options Mr. Sanders. You only have two choices here. You can do as I say and save your sister, or you can choose not to and I can have her body delivered to you in lots of little bloody pieces.”

Calvin closed his eyes, fighting against the urge to cry. He wasn’t a strong person, not like one of those action movie heroes who would’ve come in guns blazing and killed all the bad guys before saving the girl and possibly the world. He was a woodworker who tried hard to raise a little girl who lost her parents way too young. Until now he thought he’d done a good job. Until his job became the reason she was kidnapped.

He was never going to take a gig working for paranaturals again.

Fuckers!

They both knew he had no options, but the thought she could already be dead was a sharp pain in his heart. He took a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”

“I knew we’d come to an agreement,” the man said, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Don’t take too long to capture him. I don’t have much patience and I can’t guarantee your sister’s safety longer than a week.”

Calvin nodded, his stomach churning as he fled the warehouse to the sound of laughter.

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William's House by Amber Kell

Coming March 19, 2011

Blurb

Desperate to avoid his matchmaking parents and the sudden influx of zombies, William Stamson leaves his home town of Seattle to find a new place to settle down. As a void, a person who can't perform magic, he doesn't fit in with his powerful family and he longs to move out from beneath their large shadow. When he finds an old Victorian mansion in a quiet small town, he falls in love and, despite it sitting beneath a powerful ley line intersection, snaps it up. Cassius Grant is a magical enforcer who is sent to get rid of the house's interloper. However, one look at William and Cassius knows his life will never be the same.

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Excerpt

“Did you hear that?”

“Relax, gorgeous, no one is here but us.” Before he could insist he heard something, Cash started undressing him like he was the Christmas present he’d waited for all year.

“I’d better invest in a bigger wardrobe,” Will commented as a button flew off his shirt.

“Good plan,” Cash agreed. After stripping Will, he stood beside the bed and stared. Normally he liked the attention, but the staring went on for quite a while.

“Getting nervous? If you take off your clothes, we can get this party started. I know I’m more than ready,” he said, pointing to his hard cock. The hard rod stood straight up, begging for attention.

“Oh yeah,” Cash sighed. He started stripping as if he’d just come out of a trance. Under Will’s avid gaze, he tore off his shirt, exposing piercings on both of his nipples. Tiny hoops stabbed through each hard nub making Will’s mouth water from the longing to pull at them with his teeth. He settled with reaching up and tugging on Cash’s right nipple.

His lover hissed his pleasure. “Keep it up, boy, and it will be over before we begin.”

Will laughed and reached for the snap of Cash’s pants. “You only got halfway undressed.” His arm was batted away.

“Let me do it. As soon as you get your hands on my dick, I’m done.”

“You really did mean a quickie,” Will said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, beautiful, I recover fast. We’ll have plenty of time for slow sex after dinner. Besides we left all the food out.”

Will laughed. “Hopefully the ice cream won’t melt.”

“Hopefully.” Cash didn’t sound like he cared one way or the other. Will had to agree. Who cared about drippy ice cream when you could have a hot man?

His mind went completely blank when Cash stripped off the rest of his clothes and the gorgeous hunk of man crawled into his bed. Even if this thing between them didn’t work out, the time was worth that one memory.

“Wow,” he whispered.

Cash’s mouth tilted up in one corner. “Like what you see?”

“How could I not?” Will answered honestly. Not giving Cash a chance to comment, he pounced, knocking Cash over and landing on top of the other man. He stayed there for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of the strong body beneath him. Looking down into a pair of laughing black eyes, his heart tumbled in his chest. “Gotcha.”

“You definitely do.” The smile faded from Cash’s face. He was dead serious.

In order to break the solemn mood, Will slid down and gave the man a raspberry right below his belly button.

Cash’s entire body jerked, a strangled scream ripping from his throat.

What fun!

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For Gom's Sake by AKM Miles

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Gom Marsh is all grown up, but he looks years younger than he is. A police officer, he works undercover as a high school student to help fight the extreme bullying cases that school staffs can’t solve. The work is heartbreaking and wearing, but lucky for Gom, there’s a new man in his life. Casey Tanner, though, doesn’t like to be touched. That could be a problem. Gom’s still at Scarcity Sanctuary to keep up his cover, so Soldier and Dillon are always there to help. Can Casey redeem himself after a bad first impression? Hopefully so, Gom needs him.

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The whole time that Tony was talking, the four kids were circling Bradley. Every once in a while one or the other would reach out like they were going to hit Bradley, pulling back just before making contact. Just enough to make him flinch each time, keeping him in a state of fear and anxiety.

Gom was trying to think of a way to diffuse the situation when he heard Bradley say something.

“What? Speak up, queer. What did you say?” Tony got closer to Bradley, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

Gom’s heart rate increased as he thought he would have to step in.

“My mom’s dead and she wasn’t a whore. I can’t stay at home. I had to bring Missy with me. Please let me go. She’s going to be scared.” Bradley’s voice was quiet and shaky.

“Missy? Who’s Missy? Is Missy a sissy like you?” Gom hated that word after his last job at Bardstown High.

“My sister. Please let me go,” Bradley was unable to hide his fear. Gom didn’t know where Missy was, but this was getting out of hand.

“Why don’t you bring Missy to us and maybe we’ll let you go this time. How are your ribs, by the way?” Tony asked, snidely.

“They hurt, all right? And you stay away from my sister. You do whatever you have to with me, but you touch her and I will find a gun.” Bradley’s voice was suddenly more firm.

The word gun had Gom preparing for action. He stepped out from behind the large concrete pillar that had hidden him. He walked quickly like he’d just come up.

“Bradley, hey, there you are. Missy’s looking for you. She’s getting a little scared, man. I told her I’d find you for her. You better come on or she’s going to start crying.” Gom looked at Tony and the rest of them. “Hey guys, you’re missing a good game.” With balls he didn’t look like he had he walked right through them and took Bradley’s arm and started to lead him away from the group.

“Hey, another little queer. Is this your boyfriend, Bradley baby? You all make a sweet couple. Monty is prettier than you are, but hell, anybody is.” Tony started walking along with them, which was fine with Gom. They were headed toward light.

“We don’t want any trouble, Tony. Come on, be cool. No problems here, okay? We need to go find his little sister.” He walked faster, holding on to Bradley’s arm. He looked at Bradley and said, “I thought we were going to meet at the concession stand. I looked all over for you.”

“Ah, your boyfriend was missing you, Bradley. How does someone who stinks like you do even rate a date, even if it is with a queer?” Tony wasn’t letting up.

Gom paused. “What makes you think I’m queer, Tony? I’ve never come on to you, have I? You’re making assumptions based on my size and the fact that I’m what? Pretty? I thought everyone said you were good looking so does that make you queer, too?” He probably should have kept his mouth shut on that one.

“You fucking faggot! Get him, boys,” Tony ordered, reaching out to swing at Gom.

Gom ducked and stepped away, pulling Bradley with him. He turned and faced the four, putting his hand out, saying, “You’re also making the assumption that because I’m small I can’t take care of myself, but that would be a mistake. I may not be able to take all four of you, but I guarantee I can put at least two or three of you in the hospital before this is finished if you don’t back off right now.”

Gom wasn’t exaggerating at all. Five years ago, when he was seventeen, these boys’ ages, he’d been viciously attacked and gay-bashed, left on the side of the road, literally torn up in body and spirit. When his body healed, Soldier had taught him many ways to fight, both clean and dirty. Soldier had been in the Army and knew lots of ways to hurt people. His dad didn’t condone fighting unless it was in self-defense and then he expected it. He said no one was ever going to hurt one of his boys again. Gom had also had police training to add to his list of abilities in self protection. He was small, quick, and deadly if the situation called for it. It never had, but this might be the night.

“Woohoo! Listen to the little queer. You really think you can hurt any of us before we can take you out?” Tony sneered. They had gotten closer to the lights from the stadium now and Gom tried to figure out if they were close enough to run.

“I’d rather run away from you, than have to hurt you, but if you don’t let us go, I’m not going to back down.” It was as simple as that. As a police officer he was supposed to find a way to avoid situations like this, but it wasn’t always possible and he wasn’t about to blow his cover to keep from teaching these kids a lesson. He had too much more work to do to take a chance on them finding out about his program and making it impossible for him to continue.

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Something Sexy by G.A. Hauser

Something Sexy By: G.A. Hauser | Other books by G.A. Hauser Published By: The GA Hauser Collection LLC ISBN # 9781456353162 Word Count: 59177 Heat Index Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Epub, Microsoft Reader Read More

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In Book 8 of the Action! Series, Mark Antonious Richfield is weary of going through the same self-doubt and anxiety about growing older and continuing to be the reign of the Nation’s Top Male Model and Dangereux Cologne’s poster boy.

Mark decides it’s time to ‘reinvent’ himself. But little did he know he’d become the new underground BDSM icon. Always happy to play the submissive to his men; Steve Miller, Jack Larsen, and Adam Lewis, Mark discovers the world of leather and bondage, a role more natural to him than his guest spots on the racy cable drama Forever Young.

After a trip to London that he had promised for ages to his son Alexander, Mark is propelled to the spotlight once again, as the perfect submissive and his sexually explicit photos begin to spread like a virus in the tabloids.

Has Mark finally made peace with who he is? Destined to be ‘Something Sexy’ for eternity. For the gorgeous but flawed, male model, this adventure will be his ultimate lesson in self-discovery.

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