Monday, September 12, 2011

Sparkle and Purr by Stormy Glenn


SPARKLE & PURR
Midnight Matings
by Stormy Glenn
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The Gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.
Elder Davan Solaris has secrets, the most important being the love he still harbors for Manuel Tejarda, the man he bonded with four years ago at the last Great Gathering. Some days, thoughts of Manuel are the only thing that keeps him going. Other days, the anguish of being abandoned brings him to his knees. Manuel will always hold his heart. When Manuel appears at this year's Great Gathering, Davan panics. He's given up too much to let Manuel rip his heart apart again. Besides, he has an even bigger secret to hide, and this one he needs to hide from Manuel.
Manuel knows Davan betrayed him. He has the proof. But he can't help but seek Davan out when he attends the gathering. A cloud of rage fills him when he discovers the plans of the elder council, and he takes that anger out on Davan, claiming the man as his mate. When his mind clears, Manuel's only thought is to guard his heart from the one man that has the power to destroy it, even if that means not having Davan as his mate. Destroying the forces bent on keeping them apart might be easier than giving Davan up, especially when Manuel discovers the secrets Davan has been keeping from him.
STORY EXCERPT
"Hello, Davan."
Davan Solaris closed his eyes for a moment as he heard a voice he never thought he'd hear again. He drew in a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves before opening his eyes and turning around. It would never do for anyone to see an elder freaking out, even if he was freaking out.
"Hello, Manuel," Davan said as he folded his hands together in front of him, hoping that Manuel didn't see how much they were shaking. "It's been a long time."
And Manuel was just as gorgeous now as he was four years ago. It wasn't fair, really it wasn't. Davan wanted him to be old and ugly. He wasn't. He still looked tall and muscular and sexy as sin. If anything, Manuel had just grown sexier in the passing years.
"Four years," Manuel replied. "Not since the last Great Gathering."
"How have you been?"
It was agonizing for Davan to stand there and converse pleasantly with the one person that had almost destroyed him. It had been four years since they had seen each other. And Davan felt every second of it like a knife in his heart.
Manuel crossed his muscular arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "Is that all you have to say to me after all of this time?"
"I'm not sure we have much to say to each other."
Davan certainly didn't have anything to say to Manuel. He felt everything had been said when he woke up in bed alone. He hadn't seen Manuel since. There had been no explanation, no note, not even a phone call. Manuel was just gone, along with all of his possessions. He had packed up and left in the middle of the night without a word.
That pretty much said it all for Davan.
"I'm needed in the grand ballroom," Davan said. "It was… interesting seeing you again, Manuel."
He quickly turned away and hurried down the long hallway before Manuel could say another word or stop him. Davan had envisioned seeing Manuel again. Somehow, despite the pain he suffered nearly every day, he never thought it would be this hard.
He wanted to scream at Manuel, to demand answers. He wanted to know why Manuel had left him in the middle of the night. He wanted to know why the man threw away all that they could have had together. And yet, he didn't. He was afraid of the answers.
Davan paused at the entrance to the grand ballroom and drew in several calming breaths. He didn't know how he was going to lock away his emotions when they were so close to the surface. He just knew he had to.
He was an elder now. He had come a long way from the gangly young man Manuel knew four years ago. He had poured all of his anguish into becoming the elder of fae clans. It gave him purpose and usually kept him too busy to think about Manuel.
And now the man was here.
Davan shook himself out of his deep thoughts when he saw the other elders gathering on the dais. He was required to be up there with them. Tonight would either make or break the paranormal community.
The Great War between the Paranormals had decimated them all. Hundreds had been killed, entire clans wiped out. In the twenty five years since, things had settled between the different paranormals to a large extent but there was still a lot of fighting going on—something the elders planned to end tonight.
The humans had become aware of the paranormals during the Great War. While they were pretty content to let the paranormals live in relative peace, they would not put up with discord, fighting, or the million other stupid things the younger people insisted on doing in the name of their kind.
The elders feared interference from the humans. They had a right to be. Enough of the paranormals had been killed during the Great War that they would not be able to defend themselves if the humans attacked.
The fighting had to end, hence, tonight's little gathering. The Gathering was called every February 29th, on leap year. This year, invitations had gone out to every unmated person of mating age in the paranormal world.
Even if attendance was mandatory, not all had shown. Still, the next few minutes would be interesting. Davan truly believed that a mating shouldn't be forced and that the council's decision would create more problems than it would fix. He was outvoted.
Davan stepped into the large room. He nodded to several people as he made his way up onto the dais to stand with the other elders. Even if he had been outvoted, he would still stand behind the decision of the council. He tensed when Elder Burke walked to the front of the dais. The shit was about to hit the fan.

ADULT EXCERPT
"No!" Davan screamed as Manuel reached for him. He held up a hand as if that would ward the large jaguar shifter off. It wouldn't. The big man took Davan down to the floor and hovered over him. "No, Manuel, you don't want to do this."
It was already too late. Davan cried out as he felt Manuel's teeth sink into his neck. Tears of sorrow fell from his eyes when he felt the mating bond snap into place. He slumped against Manuel, knowing that nothing he did would stop what was happening.
There was a small part of Davan that gloried in the bond he now had with Manuel, something he had dreamed of having for years. But it was a small part, a part he kept buried deep inside.
The other part, the bigger part, knew that this was all some terrible mistake. He would never be able to escape the memories now. He'd live with them every day for the rest of his life. Worse yet, he'd be living them with Manuel.
Being an elder, Davan knew what Manuel did not and when the man discovered the rest of the council's mandate, he would hate Davan—something Davan already lived with on a daily basis but buried each day so he could function.
Davan prayed that this wasn't happening, that it was all some horrible nightmare. He knew it wasn't when one of the council guards stepped toward them and Manuel growled while clutching Davan to his chest.
Davan had researched jaguar shifters. He knew they were a possessive species. Mating was taken very seriously by jaguars. They only ever had one mate. They guarded those mates with a fierceness that was unparalleled in the paranormal world.
It had been a strong bone of contention between Davan and Manuel ten years ago. Fae were a little freer about things. They mated but it was often in groups of three or more. Very rarely did fae mate with just one person.
It wasn't that Davan planned to be unfaithful or to even bring someone else into their relationship. He had cared about Manuel too much. It was the possessiveness that was so hard. Manuel didn't like Davan out of his site for any reason.
It had caused many disagreements between them, and Davan knew it was one of the reasons Manuel left. The anger he could now feel through their bond told Davan that the road ahead wasn't going to be any easier. Manuel blamed him.
Davan started to struggle when he felt Manuel's clawed hands start tearing at his clothes. He knew under normal circumstances that Manuel never would have even thought of fucking him in a room full of people but there wasn't anything normal about tonight. Manuel was mindless with mating heat. He wouldn't be stopped.
But he could be moved. Davan grabbed at Manuel's hands as he tried to scoot out from under the man. Manuel growled. Davan inhaled sharply. He knew he wasn't in danger, not anymore. He was Manuel's mate and would be protected at all costs. But everyone around them was in danger of losing their lives.
"Not here, Manuel," Davan said carefully. He knew of only one way to get through to Manuel in his current feral state. "Please, not in front of everyone else. I don't want anyone to see me."
Manuel's jaw clenched when he pulled his teeth free of Davan's neck. He glanced quickly around as if he expected someone to try and take Davan away from him. Davan grunted when Manuel's arms tightened possessively around him. Manuel growled and stood up, cradling Davan in his arms.
The softly painted blue walls of the ballroom flew past Davan as Manuel carried him out of the room. They quickly turned to stone as Manuel hurried down the hallway. Davan barely had time to register the fact that they were heading into a room before the door slammed closed and he was tossed onto the bed.
Manuel was on him before he could roll over, tearing the remaining clothes from his body. Davan swallowed hard at the untamed glow in Manuel's dark brown eyes. The man was feeling every effect of the mating heat.
Davan just prayed there was enough sanity left in the man to not hurt him during their coupling. Anyone could be rough when it came to mating. A Jaguar in the midst of a mating heat could be dangerous.
If Davan made the wrong move, Manuel might take it as his refusal to accept the mating, and then all hell would break loose. Davan knew he would have to be very careful so he didn't set Manuel off.
Manuel's face was flushed when he looked down at Davan. His eyes held an insane glint in them. Strangely, Davan didn't detect a hint of the hatred he was sure Manuel felt. Instead, Manuel's look was filled with desire.
"Manny," Davan whispered as he reached up to stroke the side of Manuel's face.
Despite everything, he still cared for the man. Davan's heart almost cracked when Manuel grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. It was a gentle gesture, one that was at odds with the fierce warrior that Davan knew Manuel to be.
"Don't do—ahhh!" Davan cried out as Manuel struck hard and fast, sinking his canines into the soft skin of Davan's neck.
Davan knew what Manuel was doing. He was reasserting his claim on Davan. He'd do it every time he felt his claim was threatened. That’s what jaguars did. Davan imagined he'd be bit a lot in the future. Manuel had possessiveness down to an art form.
Misery and elation warred inside of Davan when he felt Manuel's hands move down his body. He had ached to see Manuel again for four very lonely years. He dreamed of the man at night, crying out in the mornings when he woke without him. To be touched by the man again was a dream Davan never thought he would realize.
But the pleasure he knew was to come was a small comfort for the pain he knew he'd suffer the moment Manuel regained his senses. Davan wasn't sure he would survive it when Manuel left again or told him to his face that he wasn't good enough to be a jaguar's mate.
Because of that, when he felt Manuel's slick cock slide into his ass, Davan's cry didn't come just from the exquisite pleasure that movement produced but also from his soul crying out in denial.
The intense shocks shooting through Davan at finally being claimed by Manuel overshadowed everything for several moments. Manuel's large hands stroked his heated skin as the man pounded into him. His larger body pressed down on Davan but it was a welcome weight, letting Davan know it wasn't all a dream. Manuel really was here. Davan was truly being claimed.
Davan cried out as his body ignited in a maelstrom of pleasure so intense that he felt his world tilt. He couldn't hold back the pixie dust that would renew his bond with Manuel when his wings extended. Brilliant colors filled the air around them, dusting both of them until their skin glowed.
Davan's wings fluttered wildly between his back and the mattress as awe in the moment grew. Manuel tossed his head back and roared out his release. He felt the cock in his ass pulse then fill him, further cementing Manuel's claim.
As Manuel lowered his head and looked back down at him, Davan let his eyes fall close and exhaustion take him away. He didn't have it in him at that moment to see the anger in Manuel's eyes when the man figured out what happened.
He just wanted to dream a little longer.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Kade and the Captives by Gale Stanley

Kade and the Captives

Symbiotic Mates: 5

A MMM Shape-shifter romance

Blurb:

A drunken bet with his boyfriend leads Noah to the Wolf Den and a night of wild sex he'll never forget. But he gets more than he bargained for when he ends up in the middle of a war between Lycans and vampires.

The pack Alpha has plans for the human male drinking in the Wolf Den and he orders Kade, his enforcer, to seduce Noah. Noah is easy on the eyes and Kade agrees, but sparks fly and the Lycan finds himself wondering if he's the one who's been seduced. When the Alpha finally reveals his plan for the blue-eyed blond, Kade knows he'll never be able to carry it out.

Coming October 15 - Available for preorder at Silver Publishing: http://silverpublishing.info/index/book_authors_id/48/typefilter/book_authors

EXCERPT

Noah's heartbeat raced as two big hands came around to rest on the bar, effectively trapping him. He recognized the ring on the man's left hand; it was the hot bartender, back from his break. Kade leaned over Noah's shoulder and whispered. "You're not leaving already." Hot breath against Noah's ear turned up his core temperature and he practically melted into the man. "We haven't had a drink yet." The bartender nipped his lobe.

Noah's cock filled. Tongue-tied, he could only sit there with his mouth open as Toby got up and the man at his back replaced the redhead.

He placed a possessive hand on Noah's thigh. "I'm Kade."

"Noah."

Two more shots appeared in front of them.

"Drink up, Noah. I want a dance."

The next thing he knew, they were on the dance floor, and Kade was grinning seductively, his hands on Noah's hips holding him firmly in place. He made a note to tell Jesse everything he'd heard about werewolves was true—they were sexy as hell.

"Put your arms around me, Noah," Kade murmured as he pulled Noah a little closer.

Noah shuddered; he had consumed just enough alcohol to loosen his inhibitions, and he circled the Lycan's waist. Sweat and animal musk filled his nose and the music lulled his brain.

Kade nuzzled his neck. "You smell real good and you have such pretty lips." He hauled Noah in for a kiss. An insistent tongue stabbed at the seam of Noah's mouth until he surrendered and opened to it. Stop, Noah, now. He forced himself to pull back. "Oh… Geez, Kade, let's have another drink."

"We will." Kade pressed his hands on the small of Noah's back, forcing him closer still. "Later." Noah's head spun. It could have been the alcohol, or Kade's erection grinding against his own, but he had no will to argue.

"Feel what you do to me." Kade's hard length pressed against him, and Noah suppressed a shudder. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Oh, God. Noah felt his face flame and moaned into another hot kiss.

"I want to touch you." Kade whispered against his cheek.

Noah could no more stop him than he could stop breathing.

Kade's hands slipped past the waistband of Noah's jeans, gripped his ass, and squeezed. Long fingers traced his crack, and one circled his hole. Noah's knees buckled and he let out a moan. Oh, God. Don't stop. "Fuck, Kade, you need to stop."

Kade held him up and murmured in his ear, "You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

RECKONING by Gabrielle Evans

Reckoning (LoveXtreme)

Fatefully Yours 9

What started as a simple night out with his warriors quickly turns into one of Echo’s worst nightmares. If being kidnapped and assaulted isn’t bad enough, no one is prepared for the revelation of who is behind the attack.

More questions arise. Echo’s mother is strangely absent, and when he meets his father, it’s not the happy reunion he’d anticipated. Even more disturbing is the reasoning behind his conception and the newest task entrusted to him. Will he have the courage to see it through, though?

Delving into Hex’s memories opens more heartache and pain, but finally gives the demons some of the answers they seek. When everything comes out in the open, only one thing is clear to Echo—the gods are not to be trusted. Having all the answers wrapped in a pretty, red bow still doesn’t prepare him for the twist that no one saw coming.

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is the conclusion of the Fatefully Yours collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. The final book contains a happily forever after for the beta hero and all his men.

http://www.bookstrand.com/reckoning


ADULT EXCERPT

The wet heat wrapped around the head of his cock brought Echo out of a peaceful sleep. He didn’t open his eyes, though. Maybe he was asleep and still dreaming. Either way, he didn’t want it to stop.

The soft lips clamped around his rigid shaft, moving up and down in a steady rhythm designed to drive him out of his mind. His hands skimmed down his bare chest before plunging into strands of silky hair. He moaned softly, arching his hips up and pushing his prick farther into his lover’s mouth.

Another set of lips trailed down his throat and over his collarbone before moving on to torture one of his erect nipples. Rough hands smoothed over the sensitive skin of his hip as another warm body pressed against his other side. Strong fingers gripped his knee, pulling it back toward his chest and opening him to further exploration.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Syx breathed against the shell of his ear.

Echo moaned in response. The wet heat engulfing his cock was frying his brain, and anything resembling coherent speech was currently beyond his ability. It had been too long since they’d touched him like this. He wanted it, craved it, and demanded they give him more.

Thankfully, his mates aimed to please. A slippery finger brushed against his exposed entrance, ringing the muscles twice before dipping inside his clenching channel.

“More,” Echo pleaded, rocking his body to impale himself on the thick digit. The finger pumped inside him a few times before a second joined alongside it. When three fingers were sawing in and out of his needy hole easily, they disappeared.

Echo’s cry of protest was short-lived when he felt something cool and hard nudge against his opening. Blinking open his eyes, he stared down his body, unsurprised to find Myst bobbing happily on his hard cock. Fiero knelt between his spread thighs, his brow wrinkled in concentration as he worked the silicone phallus into Echo’s passage. Dropping his head back to the pillow, he closed his eyes again, turned off his brain, and let his body take over.

Fiero worked the dildo like a pro, pumping in into Echo’s ass with just the right amount of force and speed. The hard tip pegged his prostate with unerring accuracy just as Myst deep-throated him, swallowing around the head of his aching cock.

One more brush of the toy against his sweet spot, and Echo went off like a bottle rocket. He whimpered his release, pouring his seed down Myst’s throat as his body jerked and shuddered with his orgasm.

The dildo disappeared, replaced with someone just as hard, though very much real. Myst popped off his dick a heartbeat before Fiero rammed into him with another force to scoot him up the mattress. “Been too long,” the warrior grunted. His hips snapped forward, his pulsing cock driving into Echo’s ass at a demanding pace.

Myst moved behind Fiero, licking and kissing at the man’s neck, and Fiero’s thrusts faltered. Then he stilled completely, groaning as his eyes rolled back in his head. When Myst was finally seated, they began a slow tempo until they slipped into a rhythm they’d used a hundred times.

Hex rolled away from Echo’s side and stood on the bed, straddling Echo’s face with his feet planted beside Echo’s ears. Echo had only a second to wonder what the big alpha was doing before Syx’s knees came to rest beside Hex’s feet and the tip of his long cock brushed over Echo’s lips. “Open up, baby.”

Echo complied with a happy hum, straining his neck up to capture the leaking tip between his lips. Syx groaned and his hips jerked, making Echo feel like a king. Staring up his mate’s perfect body, Echo took in the wide expanse of Syx’s chest, the smooth column of his neck, and right up to Syx’s mouth as Hex pushed his hard dick through Syx’s plump lips.

Groaning at the sight, Echo sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue along the throbbing shaft. Reaching between Syx’s massive thighs, he gripped his own prick and jerked it quickly to the wild thrusts of Fiero’s cock pounding into his ass.


Gabrielle Evans


Now Available!

Fatefully Yours

Dark Devotion (LoveXtreme) Upon Crimson Waters (LoveXtreme) Firestorm (LoveXtreme) Hell Shades of Black (LoveXtreme) Hypnotic Healing (LoveXtreme) The Hunger (LoveXtreme) Behind Closed Doors (LoveXtreme) Reckoning (LoveXtreme)

Daria's Heroes by Cooper McKenzie

Daria's Heroes (MMF)
Men Out of Uniform 1

[Ménage Amour: Erotic BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys]

When Daria Tate loses everything—house, job and best friend—Gage Mulligan and Roman Foster step in. The two firefighters had promised their foster mother not to declare their love until Daria turned twenty-five. But their girl needs heroes, and they are just the men for the job.

Daria has loved Gage and Roman since the first time she’d met them. But Gage and Roman were gay and totally devoted to each other, or so she thought.

When they tell her the truth of their relationship, Daria thinks her dream of being with them has come true. Then they share the secret of their Master/slave BDSM lifestyle.

Will Daria be able to accept them and join in their fun and games? Will they be able to help her over the guilt of not being home the night of the fire? Will their feelings fizzle or blaze into a firestorm of love?

http://www.bookstrand.com/darias-heroes

A Siren Erotic Romance

ADULT EXCERPT

Raising her gaze as far as his crotch, Daria licked her lips. Rising up on her knees, she took the head of Roman’s cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head before he reacted.

He grabbed her hair and jerked her head off his cock. Her lips made a popping sound as they released the head. “Did I tell you to suck my cock, wench?” he growled.

She blinked and met molten chocolate eyes that were filled with the fire of hunger combined with anger.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, but…”

“Don’t try to make excuses for your disobedience. Stand up and get into position.”

Standing, she turned, and as she bent over and pushed her ass out toward Roman, she looked for something to hold on to. She would not be able to maintain her position in the gently rocking boat during what she figured would be a quick, hard spanking without help.

“Slave, feed her your cock. Keep her still and quiet during her punishment.”

Gage took her arms and wrapped them around his hips as his cock brushed against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him in as Sir began her spanking. The strokes came fast and harsh, spread over her ass so that the whole of her ass burned instead of just one or two spots.

By the time the punishment ended, Daria’s thighs were slick with her juices and Gage’s hips were beginning to rock back and forth, gently fucking her mouth. She whined, and Gage sucked a breath when Roman pulled her back until Gage’s cock left her mouth.

“Hush, wench. Or do you want me to continue your punishment?”

Daria swallowed hard as she shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Knowing what she was to do next, she turned and knelt in front of Roman, her back straight and her head bowed low. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Forgiven.”

With that Roman tilted her head back so he could kiss her deep and hard, causing them both to moan with the arousal that flared higher and hotter than ever. Breaking the kiss, he helped her to stand again.

“Slave, on your back so our girl can play cowgirl.”

Gage lay down on the seat that he had rearranged so it made a flat bed. As soon as he was in position, Roman handed her a condom. She gently unrolled the latex sheath down the big man’s erection before kissing his belly. His breathing hitched as his hips canted upward.

“Okay, wench, climb on your stud, but do not mount him,” Roman ordered, gently running two fingers down her spine to gently pat her ass.

She moaned as she crawled on top of Gage. She straddled his hips with her parted pussy lips and clit pressed into the base of his cock.

“Slave, hold on to her because this is going to be quick and she’s going to buck.”

Roman ran his left hand down her spine from neckline to the top of her cleft. As that hand moved back up her spine, two cold, wet fingers gently stabbed through her back hole, twisting as they forced their way all the way in.

Daria did indeed try to buck as her muscles were forcefully stretched, but Gage held her firmly. Roman’s fingers fucked in and out several times before he added more lube and a third finger, stretching her fully.

She could not help the growl that escaped when Roman pulled his fingers free. When the broad head of his cock replaced it, she sucked a deep breath and fought to keep herself relaxed as he slowly pushed forward until his entire length filled her.

“Good girl, wench. Damn you feel so hot and tight. Slave, you can release her now.”

As soon as Gage’s arms left her, Daria pushed up, needing to feel closer to Roman. He wrapped his arms around her chest just under her breasts and lifted until her upper back pressed against him. Her back arched, and she fought an ever-growing need to move. Then Sir shifted them, lifting her high enough for Gage to fit the head of his cock to her pussy entrance.

A moment later, Roman released her body, and she fell forward, catching herself by her hands on Gage’s chest. With that, Gage slipped fully inside her. Daria heard a high keening noise as the two men filled her painfully full. It took a second before she realized that the cry came from her.

“You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock,” Roman praised her.

“Oh, God, please. Move, dammit,” she demanded, earning a slap on her hip from Roman.

Cooper McKenzie
Author of fun and flirty,
sassy, sexy erotic romance
www.coopermckenzie.webs.com

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Mary had a Little Problem by Destiny Blaine

Mary Worthington is a widow, or at least, she should’ve been. A former Navy Seals wife, her husband is killed in combat and Mary has a difficult time accepting the fact her husband isn’t coming home. Without a body to bury or witnesses to tell her what happened, there’s no way Mary can put the past to sleep until someone provides her with the truth about her husband’s final hours.

Trying to step out and socialize once again while pursuing facts about her husband’s death, Mary is introduced to Brock Taylor, a hard-core ladies man dedicated to the Marines and sharing himself with any woman who wants a piece of one. That is, until he meets Mary, a woman he’s known about through a past acquaintance.

Mary and Brock fall in love, plan a wedding in the Great Smoky Mountains, and well, things could’ve been headed toward a happy ending. However, six months after Brock finally wins Mary’s hand, Mary’s deceased husband reappears. And Mary wonders if she’ll be forced to give up one man in exchange for the other.


The following excerpt is suitable for all audiences:

Mourning the death of her husband began at the sound of the first shots fired. For some reason, up until then, Mary kept thinking she’d awaken and discover she’d been having another nightmare. Instead, reality set in and delivered its final blow. The ceremony in progress jolted her back to the present with a new understanding.

She was attending her husband’s memorial. Luke was gone, and he wasn’t coming back.

Mary had somehow remained stoic throughout the service, fearing if she looked up, turned to her left, or glanced right, she might meet a stranger’s gaze. She refused to lock eyes with those in attendance, realizing their hearts were full of pity.

Many of them knew Luke. Some of them had fought beside him. Others were there to pay their respects to a fallen soldier, but they didn’t know the man behind the uniform, the husband behind the Navy’s finest SEAL.

There was another powerful blast, and the jarring sensation came with a deafening and most eerie sound of a three-round volley. The air was thick with tension. Those in attendance jerked with every shot resounding through the hills.

Mary’s tears finally came, flooding her cheeks until the rapid falls ran dry. It was then when Mary understood a truer meaning of taps.

This was the end, the most monumental signal of all. It was time to turn out the lights and go home. The final seconds in the last hour approached. Now, she was expected to accept the fact that her happily-ever-after ending wasn’t meant to be. Mary needed to find a way to come to terms with the facts.

Her husband was dead. She couldn’t bring him back.

Lieutenant Lucas Worthington once spoke of a soldier’s death, an honorable death, the kind of burial all soldiers hoped they’d find. If Mary had been given one last chance to talk with Luke, she would’ve told him that this death wasn’t a clean death, as he’d once discussed. This casualty, no one understood.

Luke should’ve been careful what he wished for, and Mary should’ve selected a husband more wisely, refused to fall in love with a man destined to die. Mary gave her heart to a Navy SEAL. He, in turn, fell in love with the notion that freedom was won, honor easily earned, and death only came to those who were fighting for the wrong side.

Mary wished for one last opportunity to tell Luke her point of view on the subject now, perhaps show him the error of his ways, and explain devastation in simple woman’s terms.

At that moment, she wanted her husband to know how she felt. She longed to explain her agony. But it was too late for that, and she wasn’t sure she could put her sorrow into words.

Still, Mary longed to see Luke one last time. She would’ve given her final breath if she could’ve held something substantial in her arms, perhaps something to show her, help her grasp the idea that the love she’d cherished was lost. The man she’d worshipped was gone, and his funeral was anything but a bad dream.

Her life had turned into a nightmare. Without a body to bury, Mary had a feeling she’d never awaken from the hellish world that had somehow become her horrific reality.

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/353.html


The following excerpt is rated PG17

“The next time you try and set me up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick, I swear to God, I’m gonna—”

“Anna told me how to get here,” Brock interrupted her rant as soon as the door was pushed all the way back.

“Fuck my life,” Mary muttered, thinking she’d never seen a hotter man than the one in front of her. Even Luke would have a difficult time measuring up to Brock, and that was saying a lot.

Stop it right now, she thought. She didn’t have the right to gawk at this stranger like he was a packaged adult delivery for an overnight stay. “This is not happening to me.”

Brock winked, a devilish grin marking a permanent place on his face. “Prick? Really? Is that the best you can do?”

She released a troubled sigh. Apparently, he missed the compliment laced through that warm greeting.

“Why are you here?”

She saw the attitude coming from a mile away. “I was afraid someone might try to set you up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick. I’m here to save you.”

“From myself?” she asked, meaning she needed all the help she could get since she had the open-mouth-insert-foot concept down to a perfected science.

“Should I take that to mean you’re interested?”

“What do you want?” she asked, ignoring his underlying insinuations.

“An invitation inside would be a nice start.”

“Why?”

“Maybe because it’s the polite thing to do, especially after you spoke so passionately about me.”

“The last time a soldier stood in my doorway, he brought bad news with him. Would you invite that into your home, Mr. Taylor?”

“Depends on what you consider bad news, Mary. And please, call me Brock. We’ll do better in the end if we start out with first names.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think you could stand my answer?”

Mary propped her hands on her hips. “Depends. Think you can handle rejection?”

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Ash Swan by Amber Kell and Stephani Hecht


Blurb
When Prince Landon Cob sees Brian Dawson, he's not sure what to make of the bicycle courier with a pierced nose and green streaks in his hair, but the man's gentleness in feeding the water fowl strikes a chord with him. In this story of Swan Prince meets Cinderfella, two men from different backgrounds have to find a way to counter magic and divergent lifestyles to find their happy ending.


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"Yes, governor, everything is set. I sent the poster design to your assistant, Sara. She said she'd show them to you when you got back to your office. You're welcome, sir."

Landon Cob barely resisted the urge to throw his phone into the lake. Generally, Landon liked the governor but ever since the governor's wife had decided to attend the annual Governor's Ball instead of going on a scheduled business trip, it was like they were planning for a visit from the queen, and Landon knew all about queenly visits.

Luckily, it was almost time to leave this world, head back to his kingdom and accept the mantle of the crown. In a time-honored princely tradition, Landon had set off to explore the world before taking the reins of power. The only difference was, Landon had found his ancestor's diary and traveled to a completely different world along with two of his brothers. Here,they could be normal people instead of well-known princes. With his three younger brothers and sister in charge on Aria, Landon was enjoying his time as an independent person, drawing upon his creative side to work as a graphic artist. Not the most glamorous job in this world but highly enjoyable. Or it had been until high-strung politicians had become involved.

Fortunately,he knew all about dealing with politicians. As the governor blathered on,Landon enjoyed the fine spring day. A soft breeze played with Landon's hair as the smell of blooming flowers filled the air. Glancing around, he noticed a lot of people were outside eating lunch, taking in the sunshine.

A slim man by the lake caught his eye. Dressed in tight,stretchy bicycle gear, he was feeding pieces of bread to the birds from a plastic bag. Green dye boldly streaked through his blond hair and, as Landon watched, the sun sparkled off a diamond stud embedded in the man's nose. The prince was completely and utterly charmed.

It wasn't the man's appearance that kept Landon's attention; it was the way he fed the waterfowl. As the birds weren't shy about approaching the man, Landon suspected this wasn't the first time the man had fed the animals. He meticulously made sure no bird got more than any other by feeding them one by one. If any of the previously fed birds stepped forward, he ignored it and fed its neighbor. It was a ridiculously careful process. Landon smiled.

"Landon, are you paying attention?"

"Of course, sir." Landon's eyes and mind stayed on the cute bicyclist.

As the governor droned on, Landon watched the birds' antics.One particularly aggressive goose kept pushing aside the smaller ducks. Landon laughed when the stranger scooted it back carefully with his foot. However,when he turned around to feed another duck, the goose bit him on the ass.Startled, the bicyclist lost his balance and tumbled into the water.

"Oh shit!"

"What?" the governor asked.

"I'll have to call you back."

Not waiting for an answer, Landon disconnected his call and ran over to the lake. The now soaked bicyclist was trying to get to his feet but the mud kept sucking him back in.

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Air Demon by Stormy Glenn

Air Demon (MM)
Elemental Demons 2

Air Demon (MM)
By: Stormy Glenn | Other books by Stormy Glenn
Categories: Erotic Romance, Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary, Fantasy
Word Count: 36,222
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.

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Nicholas Dane is happy that his friend Gabe has found the love of his life, even if he can never return to the surface world. The same cannot be said for Nick. He knows who his demon mate is, but Storym won't give him the time of day.

Storym knows the surface dweller, Nick, is his Demonas Amaté. But he also knows that claiming the man would place Nick's life in danger, and Storym can't allow that. He has a hard enough time dealing with Nick's need to save the world. He doesn't need to bring more danger to the man.

Afraid that he won't be able to deny himself if he stays, Storym leaves without saying goodbye to Nick. His heart broken, Nick returns to the surface world to lose himself in his work as a police detective. Unfortunately, the shadow demons seem to know who he is, and they start coming after him. Nick's only chance is to return to Jinnistan. But even there, his life is in danger because someone has their sights on Nick, and they will let nothing interfere in their plans, not even an Air Demon bent on claiming his mate.

STORY EXCERPT

"Hey, Storym."

Storym didn't even look up, just nodded his head. He had heard the human coming before he even reached the library. A nod was all he could manage without attacking the surface dweller. Looking at Nick would have been nearly impossible.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Working."

Storym knew his response was tight-lipped and stern. He couldn't help it. He was barely holding onto his control as it was. The more time he spent around Nick, the less control he had. Why couldn't Nick just leave him be?

Or better yet, return to the surface world where he belonged? Nick had no business being in Jinnistan. Storym didn't care that Nick was supposed to be one of the chosen ones. Every second spent in Jinnistan put Nick's life in danger. Storym couldn't figure out why everyone else didn't understand that. It was clear as day to him.

"Oh," Nick said simply. "Whatcha working on?"

Storym rolled his eyes when Nick strolled over to stand behind him, peering over his shoulder. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is important."

"Anything I can help with?"

"No!" Storym barked out. He instantly regretted his sharply spoken words when Nick winced and jumped back. The thought of being cooped up in the same room with Nick for hours on end made Storym's skin itch.

He wouldn't be able to hold onto his control if he was anywhere near Nick for a prolonged period of time. The mere sight of the man was enough to make him grit his teeth and run in the other direction.

"I'm sorry," Nick said as he turned away. "I'll just leave you alone then."

"Look—"

"Why don't you like me?" Nick asked as he spun around to stare intently at Storym. "Have I done something to offend you in some way?"

"No, of course not, but—"

"Did I break a rule or something?"

"No, but—"

"Is it because I'm supposed to be a chosen one? Is that why you don't like me?"

"You know the chosen ones are revered by my people," Storym said quickly. "Your place in this world is well established. You can—"

"Then why do you keep avoiding me like I have the plague?" Nick's head tilted to one side. His forehead wrinkled as if he was in deep thought.

Storym held his breath as he waited for Nick to say something more. He was a little shocked when Nick just shook his head and started to walk away again. "It's not that I don't like you, I just—"

Nick paused at the doorway, but he didn't turn. "It's okay, Storym." Nick's smile was a little sad as he turned around. His pale blue eyes seemed even paler than usual. "Despite me being some proclaimed chosen one, nothing says that you have to like me. I won't bother you again."

Nick walked out of the room before Storym could reply. Storym sighed and leaned back in his chair. He so didn't need this shit. He was supposed to be going through the ancient scrolls to see if Clagh had missed anything.

He wasn't supposed to be worrying about the surface dweller, but he hadn't been able to get Nick out of his head since he first saw the man. The man intrigued him. Hell, the man made him want to drop to his knees and beg for mercy.

Nicholas Patrick Dane was everything a Demonas Amaté should be, and he was Storym's. Storym just couldn't claim him. He had no intention of bonding himself to a surface dweller. In Storym's book, that made Nick totally off limits—no matter how much Storym craved the man.

ADULT EXCERPT

Storym stood in front of Nick's door. He couldn't decide whether to knock or just walk in. He knew Nick had survived his fall. He had hounded Gabe for every tidbit of information. Nick was still sore and bruised, but there was no lasting damage. That knowledge was the only thing that really kept Storym going.

The need to see for himself if Nick was okay was overwhelming. Storym felt his stomach clench as he raised his hand and knocked on the door. The urge to see Nick warred with Storym's need to run in the opposite direction.

Nick was dangerous to his state of mind. He couldn't think when Nick was around. Hell, he couldn't think when Nick wasn't around. If this was what it felt like to know who his mate was, Storym wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Come in."

Storym drew in a deep breath and opened the door. He had purposely picked a time late at night to come see Nick so there wouldn't be a big audience. He just hadn't expected Nick to be totally alone.

"Shouldn't you have someone sitting with you?" Storym asked as he shut the door behind him. "And shouldn't you be in bed?"

Nick chuckled. "I'm fine. I sent Gabe to bed. He was hovering."

Storym drank in Nick's appearance as the man walked out of the shadows by the window and into the more lit up area of the room. There was still some bruising around his eyes, but it looked to be fading.

"How are you?"

"I'm good."

Nick smiled, but Storym could see that it was strained. Storym instantly knew the man was in pain. He rushed over and swung Nick up into his arms. He ignored the man's protests as he laid him down on the bed. When Nick tried to sit up, Storym pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back down.

"Stay."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"How badly were you hurt?"

Storym knew, but he wanted to hear it from Nick's lips. Hell, he just wanted to hear Nick talk. He loved the man's soothing voice and unusual speech. No one he had ever met talked like Nick, not even Gabe.

"I just had a concussion and some bruised muscles. It's nothing to worry about."

"You were bleeding, Demonas Amaté," Storym growled. "I'd think it something to worry about."

"Head wounds bleed, Storym."

"Yes, your friend Gabriele said the very same thing." Storym's hands clenched. "I still do not like it."

"Ah, Storym." Nick's grin was mischievous and made Storym's blood start to boil. "I didn't know you cared."

Storym frowned. "I care."

Nick suddenly looked a little less playful and a lot more nervous as he licked his lips and glanced away. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. There's nothing for you to worry about. Thank you for stopping by."

Storym had the distinct feeling he was being dismissed. That, if nothing else, made him growl. He didn't like being dismissed, especially by a surface dweller and certainly not by his Demonas Amaté.

"I do not appreciate being dismissed, Demonas Amaté."

Nick blinked for a moment then tossed his head back as he roared with laughter. Storym found nothing in their discussion to bring such amusement to Nick's face. He reached down and grabbed Nick's arms then shook him.

"Demonas Amaté!"

Nick stopped laughing almost instantly as he glared up at Storym. "Fuck you, Storym."

Storym's teeth almost snapped with how hard he gritted them. He couldn't remember the last time someone had spoken to him so disrespectfully and not had their heads handed to them. He tried to remember that Nick was human and didn't understand things like honor and respect. He tried to remember that he was just a simple surface dweller.

Storym growled when that didn't work, and his mind slipped over the edge into deep, red rage. He jerked Nick's body to him and claimed the man's lips in a punishing kiss. It was either that or strangle Nick.

But what started out as a punishment quickly turned into something more intense, as the feeling of Nick's lips pressed against his started to sink into Storym. Gods, had anyone ever had such soft lips?

Storym growled and pressed in further. He stroked his tongue along the seam of Nick's mouth, demanding entrance. When Nick shuddered and opened his mouth, Storym delved inside to conquer and explore.

He imagined kissing Nick was as close to heaven as he was ever going to get. It was hot and passionate and made Storym's cock throb in ways it never had before. When Nick's hands gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, Storym knew he was a goner.

Storym grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open. Nick's hands immediately touched his skin, caressing him. Storym needed the same access. He needed to feel Nick's silky skin beneath him. He tried to keep his mouth attached to Nick's as he ripped the man's shirt off.

When that became too complicated, Storym pulled away and ripped the shirt from Nick's body. He could see Nick's chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy pants. He could see the arousal burning in his blue eyes.

Storym scooted to the end of the bed and yanked Nick's pants down his legs. The sight of Nick spread out naked on the bed took his breath away. Storym had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life, and he had seen a lot.

"Get yourself ready, Demonas Amaté," Storym growled. "You have until I get my clothes off before I fuck you."

Nick's eyes widened for a moment before he scrambled to the side of the bed and reached into the drawer for a blue bottle—the same blue as Nick's eyes. Nick lay back on the pillows and poured some of the oil into his hand.

Storym was in the process of shucking his pants when Nick pressed two fingers deep into his ass. Storym paused as every bit of air in his lungs seized. Nick was thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass and stroking his cock at the same time. The bliss on the man's face made Storym growl. He wanted to be the one to put that look on Nick's face.

Storym quickly kicked his pants away then dropped the remains of his shirt to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and slowly crawled forward until he was between Nick's legs. Storym knelt between Nick's thighs and pushed the man's hands away.

"You know nothing of being fucked by an air demon." Storym grinned as he grabbed Nick's hips and pulled the man's bottom end up onto his lap. "You will learn, my sweet."

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