December 27, 2014

Lucky Seven; A Novel Contemporary Erotic Romance by E.L. Esch

Dante Mathers, college student, fifth year, has a track record for being dishonest with himself, and is about to undergo the biggest, scariest change of his life.


Available: January 6th 2015

Blurb

Dante's forced himself to go out with girls in the past and he does it again when he's approached by the beautiful Serena one day on campus, desperate to prove to himself that he's "normal." But when he loses a drinking contest and is dared to go to the next campus GLBT meeting by his best friend, he’s not sure how to handle it. 

Sure he could blow it off and say he went, but something nagging at the back of his mind compels him to go anyway. After all, he’s had problems with intimacy in the past and his first crush was a boy in high school. But is he really forcing himself to go, or is he finally starting to be honest with himself? No need to over think this, Dante tells himself. It'll be get in, get out. No need to talk to anyone. Easy, right?

But then he meets Sven. Sexy, toned, wearing a leather jacket with spiked up bleach-blond hair, Sven's bad-boy flare sticks out on campus and catches Dante's eye. But there's more to Sven than his punkish looks, and Dante's about to find out all the sultry little details.

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Author Bio:

I can mostly be found staring into the screen of my PC or laptop into all hours of the night, hyped on caffeinated soda and likely procrastinating something important by losing at Internet Checkers or browsing the web (The day I win a game of Internet Checkers is the day I can write more than a few pages at once without procrastinating). 

When I'm not doing that, I'm either out being my nerdy self or, of course, writing. To me, one of the greatest pleasures in life is being able to create worlds and characters whose lives I can share with others.

December 24, 2014

Merry "Chris" Mas; A Contemporary Holiday Menage Erotic Paranormal Romance by Clare Dargin



[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]


Blurb

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how. 

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly.  

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?


Excerpt

Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”



Adult Excerpt

Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.

“God,” he said, fighting tears.

Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.

He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.

“You want it?” he asked.

She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.

Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.

Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”

The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.

She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”

The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.

“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.

He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that moment.

She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her ass toward him.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Come, honey. Come.”

He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.

With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.

Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”

Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.


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Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.

“On your back,” he said, holding her.

She nodded.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.

From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.

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December 21, 2014

Body Magic; The Sequel To Mind Magic Triad by Poppy Dennison



Sequel to Mind Magic
Triad: Book Two


Blurb

A pack is only as strong as its weakest member. Rocky Harris knows how the system works. He’s been on the bottom rung his whole life. But when his alpha consigns him to the High Moon Pack to help them improve security, he finds his beliefs not just challenged but outright assaulted.

Cade Montgomery’s confidence took a hit when the pack’s cubs were kidnapped on his watch. He’s prepared to do anything to protect his family, even if it means working with Rocky. Maybe Cade doesn’t trust Rocky, but with the turmoil surrounding pack Alpha Gray’s unpopular decision to break tradition and mate with a mage named Simon, Cade knows more threats are coming.

Then someone declares war on shifters and puts the entire pack in danger. Cade and Rocky will need each other’s strengths to survive the impending battle—and the power of their growing attraction.



Excerpt

THE rhythmic thud of Rocky’s fist hitting his boxing bag filtered out all other sound in the guest cabin he currently called home. Pain flared up his knuckles, through his arm, and into his shoulder with each strike. The punishing workout soothed his need to lash out in anger. He needed to hit something or someone, and the bag would suffice.

His cell phone rang, the trill ringtone a bitter reminder of his task. He considered ignoring it, but the consequences outweighed the annoyance. “Harris.”

“What do you have to report?” His alpha, William Malone, had set Rocky on this task. He couldn’t do less than fulfill his duty.

“Alpha Gray mated the mage.”

Malone laughed. “Perfect. The Were Council will hear of this, I’m sure.”

“Gray plans to report the news himself. They also killed a mage in an attack tonight.”

“Even better. The High Moon Pack will have both the Council of Mages and the Were Council on their heads. The alpha doesn’t stand a chance.”

Which was exactly what Malone had hoped. Rocky’s role as a security specialist came with a double-edged sword. Yes, he upgraded security systems for packs all over the country. But at the same time, he learned their inner workings, their weaknesses, and reported the information to his alpha through the computer systems he installed. “Alpha Gray is vulnerable.” Rocky’s gut clenched again with the admission.

“I think we may have found the one to take over. What are your thoughts?”

Rocky fought back a disdain-filled snort. Malone couldn’t care less about Rocky’s thoughts; he’d do what he wanted regardless of Rocky’s response. “You’re right. They’re weakened. The kidnapping of their cubs has shaken them to the core. Now with a mage serving as alpha-mate? Their faith in their alpha is waning.”

“Perfect. What was your role in the attack? Did you witness the fight itself?”

“Yes, Alpha. I arranged with their pack alpha to serve as witness, as you commanded.” And Rocky had seen things he’d never imagined possible. The mage had thrown the wolves around like toys. If the vampire hadn’t killed him, they wouldn’t have won the fight.

Pack tradition demanded the separation of magical species. Rocky understood why after what he’d witnessed.

“Tomorrow, I want you to offer reparation to the alpha. He’ll be forced to contact me, and it will give me the in I’m looking for. Good work.”

The praise settled cold and dark in Rocky’s stomach. His role as a spy had never affected him so deeply, but he’d never come across a pack that could actually fall to his alpha’s machinations.

“Thank you, Alpha.”

The beep of the call ending was the only response he received. Rocky tossed the phone onto the couch and returned to his workout. He switched to his legs, hammering his knee repeatedly into the canvas until his thigh began to burn with strain.

Gray’s foolishness would be his downfall. It was bitter consolation, but all Rocky had. The alpha of this pack thought he was above the rules. Rocky scoffed. No one could throw away years of tradition without consequences. Pack first. The mantra all wolves lived by, and the one this pack’s alpha had tossed so carelessly aside.

Rocky switched legs when his knee began to throb from the repeated hits. He’d just begun the repetitions on his right leg when the back of his neck began to tingle. Someone was close, watching.

What if they’d overheard his phone call? What if they were gathering the pack together now to deal with his betrayal?

“If you’re going to stand there and stare, you might as well come in.” Better to face them head-on than wait for the inevitable.

Rocky held the bag steady and continued using his knee to strike it. He glanced over his shoulder when the cabin door opened.

Cade let himself inside. “Didn’t mean to spy. Heard some strange noises and thought I should check it out.”

“Whatever, man.” His thighs burning, Rocky stopped the set and raised his faded blue T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

“So what was that you were doing?”

Rocky glared over the edge of his shirt. “Working. Out.”

Something about the alpha’s best friend rubbed him the wrong way. Another loyal puppy, following whatever Gray said, no matter the consequences. Some best friend. Cade should be leading the force to get Gray to come to his senses.

Instead, he stood in Rocky’s cabin, his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest. Not many men intimidated Rocky with their sheer size, but Cade did. Next to Cade, Rocky looked pale and lanky. Ordinary.

“What the hell is your issue? You’ve had nothing but attitude with me since you got here.”

Rocky gave the bag another brutal punch and turned to face Cade. He stalked over to him and stopped inches away from Cade’s face. “My issue is you and this pack. I’m simply giddy over the fact that we almost died tonight at the hands of a rogue mage, and yet your alpha, in all of his infinite wisdom, chose to mate one anyway.”

Cade growled deep in his chest. “Then why don’t you leave? I’ll be happy to help.” He took the last step forward so he and Rocky stood nose-to-nose.

Rocky would love to get the hell out of Tennessee and head back West where packs made sense and demons and mages stayed away from them, as the law commanded. He couldn’t do that without going against his alpha’s demands. Rocky had learned a long time ago not to cross Malone.

Rocky pushed even closer. “I’d like to see you try.”

At six four and two hundred forty pounds, Cade was the largest member of the High Moon Pack, even bigger than his alpha, and the quintessential tough guy. After the night Rocky had just experienced, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of Cade’s macho bullshit.

Cade didn’t seem to be in the mood either. He grabbed Rocky in his massive arms and squeezed. Rocky let out a choked gasp. Fuck, Cade was just as strong as he looked.

Rocky leaned sharply to the side and raised his knee in a quick jab that nailed Cade right in the nuts. Cade choked out a gasp of pain and loosened his hold. It was enough for Rocky to twist free. He punched Cade in the throat and jammed his knee up into Cade’s ribcage.

With a pain-filled grunt, Cade hunched over. Rocky swung his arm around, and it cracked against Cade’s jaw. Cade rolled backward with the hit and spun around as he shifted to his wolf form. He leapt in a fluid motion, one moment a man, the next a wolf. Rocky had never seen anyone shift that fast. His moment of hesitation cost him, and Cade took him down.

Cade held Rocky by the throat with his mouth, his teeth sharp against the tender skin of Rocky’s human neck. One snap of Cade’s powerful jaws and Rocky’s days of spying would be over.

Rocky forced out a breath and shifted. His transformation took longer, as to be expected from a wolf of his status. The lowest of the low. No way he could shift in midleap like Cade had.

Cade held on, his breath warm even through the fur now covering Rocky’s throat. As a man, the size difference between them wasn’t much, but Cade’s wolf dwarfed Rocky’s. Another sign of his weakness.

Cade shook his head enough to make sure he had Rocky’s full attention, without doing any real damage. Rocky shuddered and arched his neck in submission. With one final tug to reinforce his point, Cade released his hold on Rocky. He shifted again, returning to his human form as quickly as he’d managed the transformation to his wolf.

After a few tense moments, Rocky shifted as well. He lay naked and breathless on the floor. A trickle started at his throat, and Rocky swiped at it. His fingers came away red with his own blood.

Cade’s teeth had broken through the skin of his neck and left a small bite mark on his nape. Cade stood back, watching to see what Rocky’s reaction to being taken down would be.

Rocky stayed put, not needing another example of Cade’s strength and speed. He could blame his takedown on the difference in their wolves, claim that all the reds were smaller, like him. The High Moon Pack consisted of gray wolves, and most of them easily weighed two hundred pounds when shifted. Rocky’s smaller wolf weighed much less, maybe one fifty if he was lucky. The rusty red-brown of his wolf’s coat matched his human hair.

In reality, the breed of wolf made no difference. Rocky’s human stature had nothing to do with his wolf form. He’d worked for years to make the most of his slender frame, adding bulk where he could and honing his fighting skills.

Still, his wolf had few defenses against a wolf of Cade’s ability, no matter the size. Rocky rolled to his feet and impatiently flicked at the wound on his neck. He returned to the hanging bag and punched it viciously. The bolts holding it to the ceiling gave an ominous creak. Rocky leaned his head against the black leather and let out a frustrated growl.

Cade gave him a moment to pull himself together. “Okay, let’s just, I don’t know. Stop, I guess.” He walked over to the opposite side of the bag and wrapped his hands around the sides. “Show me how to do that knee thing you were doing.”

Rocky looked up and their eyes met. “What?” he sputtered.

“You know, that cool knee thing. How’d you do that so fast? I don’t think I could keep my balance.”

Rocky shook his head in confusion, and his shaggy hair dropped into his face. Why wasn’t Cade lording his win over Rocky? Making it clear who’d won that battle for dominance?

He adjusted his stance and kneed the bag. “That?” He didn’t raise his eyes when he asked. He didn’t need to antagonize Cade.

“Yeah. But you did like, fifty of them in a row before. I want to learn how to do that.”

“Okay.” Rocky paused and gathered his thoughts. He might not understand Cade’s attitude, but working out, he got. “Well, it’s in your stance. You have to keep your base leg at an angle and keep your feet a bit more than shoulder width apart. Uh, just give it a try, and I’ll show you.”

Cade nodded and used his leg to hit the bag. After the third rep, he lost his balance and had to step back. “See?”

“Yeah. You aren’t setting up correctly. Here, let me show you.” Rocky came around behind Cade and reached out for his waist. Skin met skin. They were both still naked after their shift. “Uh, let me put my shorts on first.”

Cade shrugged. “Sure.”

“I’ll grab you some too.” Cade’s jeans lay in a tangled heap by the door where he’d shifted. Skintight denim didn’t suit a workout of knee jabs.

“Okay.”

Nudity didn’t bother most shifters. Part of being a shifter meant you got naked in front of other people. At least their clothes didn’t rip to shreds like in the horror movies. Must be the magic. They just sort of fell away.

Rocky had always been self-conscious of his smaller size, and didn’t care to wander around naked, even though he wasn’t the same scrawny boy he had been. The barrier of clothes made him feel safer. He ignored his discarded clothes on the floor and left Cade in the living room. Once in his bedroom, he took a deep, calming breath before he slipped on a pair of loose gray sweatpants and grabbed a pair of green shorts for Cade.

He went back to the other room and tossed the shorts to Cade. “Those should work. They’re a bit big on me.”

Cade stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. They were snug and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but Rocky was more comfortable with them both covered.

“Thanks.” Cade’s stance relaxed, and he stared at Rocky for a long moment. “Look, it’s no secret I’m not happy we had to bring in an outsider for security.”

“I know,” Rocky said and turned to the bag. “You’ve made it very clear.”

“But I will admit we’re in over our heads with all this and could use the upgrades.”

An understatement if Rocky had ever heard one. When you lay down with dogs, you ended up with fleas. Being this close to a mage had Rocky itching already. He had to play along with Cade to keep the peace and get his job done, though. “Agreed.”

“So, how about we call a truce. I’ll try to keep my attitude in check if you’ll do the same.”

“Yeah.” Rocky wouldn’t make any promises, but he’d try to keep his mouth shut. Which meant changing the subject. “Okay—now your stance. Get set up again.”

Cade complied. Rocky stepped up behind him and put his hands on Cade’s hips. “Here, twist your hips a bit to the side.” When Cade moved too far, Rocky stopped him with a gentle squeeze. “No, not that much. There. Now slide your foot a little more so it’s angled away from you.”

“Like this?”

Rocky nodded. “Good. Now, try.”

Cade kicked the bag again, repeating the motion several times before he began to lose his balance. He dropped his foot back to the ground. “I still couldn’t do as many as you.”

Rocky chuckled a bit. “Well, I’ve been doing knee jabs for years. Besides, you aren’t holding your stomach tight enough.” Rocky stepped a little to the side and put his hand on Cade’s waist. “Here, do it again. But this time, focus on keeping these muscles tight. Right where my hand is.”

They both looked down at Rocky’s hand on Cade’s stomach. Cade’s muscles flexed, the deep brown of his skin a sharp contrast against Rocky’s pale fingers. The borrowed green shorts developed a distinct bulge in the front. Cade tried to turn his body to hide his reaction.

Rocky pretended not to see, but his sweats couldn’t hide his body’s response to Cade’s attraction. Damn hormones. Rocky blamed Gray and the whole mating thing happening just up the hill. Even if the mage was an inappropriate mate, the allure of a newly mated pair sent hormones raging throughout a pack. Right. Rocky would stick to that theory.

“No, don’t turn like that,” Rocky said and tightened his hold. Cade stumbled and grabbed the bag to keep himself from falling over. “Keep your hips straight.”

Damn. The thick scent of arousal filled the air. Rocky’s sweats tented more in response. He brushed up against Cade, his cock brushing against Cade’s ass. “Yeah, like that,” Rocky mumbled.

He forced his horny brain to stop his train of thought in its tracks. Cade gave the bag a couple halfhearted kicks, but if his dick was half as hard as Rocky’s, he wasn’t very comfortable right now.

“Okay, man. That was helpful. You think you can show me a few more tricks sometime?” Cade kept his back to Rocky, but the awareness sizzled between them.

“Yeah, sure.” If his hormones kept this up, he’d love to show Cade a few of his tricks.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my place. It’s pretty late. See you tomorrow.” Cade let go of the bag and went for the door. He stooped to pick up his discarded clothes along the way. “Care if I just bring these shorts back tomorrow?”

“No problem.” Rocky hesitated, then decided to take a risk. “Hey, Cade?”

Cade paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”

“If I show you how to do some of this martial arts stuff, do you think you could teach me how to shift as fast as you did earlier?”

Cade looked back over his shoulder, careful to keep his hips out of Rocky’s line of sight.

Rocky couldn’t quite figure out what the look in Cade’s eyes meant, but something had changed between them. Maybe Rocky’s submission, or their bodies’ reactions to each other. “Sure. I’ll help you.”

Rocky looked down and blew out a long breath. “Thanks.”

“Night, Rocky. Get some sleep.”

Rocky waited until Cade walked out of sight of his cabin and went straight for the shower. He left his sweats in a crumpled heap on the white tile floor and turned the water on as hot as he could stand it. He tried to ignore the sensations the water gave him as it pounded down on his prick, but it didn’t work. After a few minutes of heightened awareness, he grabbed the conditioner and poured a glob in his hand.

It didn’t take long, only a few hard strokes, before he spurted his release over the shower wall. He didn’t acknowledge that memories of his hands on Cade’s hips—or that mysterious look in Cade’s eyes—had anything to do with his orgasm.

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December 20, 2014

Waterfall by Lacy Danes. A Paranormal Vampire Erotic Romance. Book One Of 'A Dragon's Fate' Series. .99 Cents

It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.

Blurb

Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers  is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal  trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must  bite her—and pray she lives.

One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.

Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire…

Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.




Excerpt

Carefully stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time.

A faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely.

Jordan stilled.

Ferrous turned to the left. “I feel it too.”

Jordan followed.

On the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering against a boulder. A mass of tangled human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the shore.

From this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left.

An arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows prickled anew.

No one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He lifted her, pulling her body up against his.

She hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag toward the trees.

Ferrous turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind him. “Leave her.”

Her clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her.

Ferrous was right. She would never live.

He fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do.

“For bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules. Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what calamity awaits us in London.”

Jordan’s jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous, who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is dying.”

“Being chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to deal with Ilmir.”

Did Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his. A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty. “To a better afterlife, dear.”

He raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating pulse. Another death…

Dash it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be well.

Prickling pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice. His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below. There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it? His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it.

He leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating through his entire being…

Bite her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her.

Her faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her tepid blood flowing below.

She didn’t flinch.

This was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do nothing but lie on the wilted grass.

He swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn. His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches and down his teeth, twisting into her veins. His cock pressed painfully hard against his thigh.

The task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough!

He growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped. Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this, he had missed.

This was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse. He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only the ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene. His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating power they were destined to have.

He inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence. Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her. To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship.

He clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened his eyes once more.

A shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.”

Jordan placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death. He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.

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December 19, 2014

Derek and Alec Are Determined To Convince Vince That They Are Perfect For Him in 'Drag Show Games' by Andrew Jericho


[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]


Blurb

In an entertainment routine called Drag Show, Vince becomes Violet Whispers. Vince is a gay man, who not only craves cross-dressing, but it gives him sexual pleasure to see Violet staring back in a mirror. Even more satisfying is being in the arms of a man while in drag. Derek fulfills those fantasies.


Derek is a dominant man who orchestrates erotic scenarios, or games. The thought of never knowing what Derek has planned keeps Vince in almost constant arousal. So when Derek uses his twin brother, Alec, in one of his scenarios, Vince must come to terms with new romantic feelings for his partner’s brother. 

When Alec becomes a part of their lives on a more permanent basis, Vince struggles with acknowledging his love for his partner’s brother. Alec is bold, like Derek, but more soft-spoken. Even though Vince knows Derek wants him to follow his heart, he is afraid of allowing another man into his life. 

Note: The first two chapters were originally published as a free short story on ManLoveAuthors.com.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Excerpt

Reaching into his pocket, Alec fingered his own gift for Vince. His fingertips brushed the velvet box. Alec had bought the symbol of love yesterday afternoon. Once they were alone, he planned to place the ring on Vince’s finger. He removed his hand from the pocket of his slacks and continued to hold his beer, his eyes having never left Vince’s body.

Even though Vince was a gay male, Alec knew he sometimes preferred to be addressed with female pronouns while he was in drag. As Alec stared at his lover mingling with the crowd, he marveled at her unbelievable beauty. Violet Whispers was one damn fine queen.

She was wearing Derek’s gift, a sequined silver cocktail dress. The hem stopped right above her knees. The formfitting number had a spaghetti strap over one shoulder, and a full length sleeve that touched Violet’s wrist on the other arm. Alec surmised Derek must have bought the shoes at the same time, because the silver platforms sparkled in unison with the dress’s fabric each time Violet moved her sexy body. The four-inch heels made Violet’s six-one frame tower over the rest of the guests. Alec loved a queen that fit his personal definition of the word.

Violet hardly ever wore stockings. She didn’t have to. Her toned legs were smooth, silky, and tanned. Alec imagined Vince lying in a tanning bed wearing nothing but a speedo. Vincent, you’re not only a damn fine queen, but a hot gay man. Just like earlier when they were alone, Alec felt himself becoming aroused.

Not only did Violet Whispers’s clothing remain synonymous with her image, but so did her hair and make-up. Violet’s signature brunette wig was teased in gentle waves. Her make-up a sexy palette of violets and ice grays. The only difference was instead of mauve lipstick, Violet’s lips were a dark wine color. Alec presumed the lipstick was meant to match her amethyst jewelry.

Smiling, he once again fingered the ring box in his pocket, containing a masculine gold band with four amethyst stones. His thoughts continued to drift to later that night. He hoped Vince would tell him he was in love with him. Alec had waited twenty years to hear those words. Now, images of Vince responding to his touch drowned out the music.

The club was starting to come alive, as it filled to standing room only. Strobe lights continually flashed, as a live DJ spun the latest dance music. From where Alec sat at the bar, he had a perfect view of the dance floor, which included two above-head platforms. Each one was occupied with a male stripper.

“Hey, darlin’,” Violet spoke, as she approached Alec at the bar.

“I was just about to ask you if you wanted to dance,” Alec replied.

Not giving Violet a chance to reply, Alec reached for his lover’s hands, leading the sexy queen onto the dance floor. Alec pulled her close against his body, as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies sensually rubbed.

Female pronouns were quickly fading, as Alec felt Violet’s body rubbing against his own. Not only was he able to see the masculinity behind Violet Whispers, but he felt it beneath his hands. Then he made eye contact with his partner. The look he received almost undid him right there on the crowded dance floor.

Reaching for Vince’s hand once more, Alec led him away from the crowd. He had to push them through tightly packed bodies. When a shower of confetti rained down on their heads, Alec felt Vince pull them tightly together once more. Vince’s lips were against his own. The passionate kiss they shared, surrounded by other guests, was Alec’s indication it was time for them to blow off Infinity and find a more private location.

First, he remembered a short conversation he had with Derek right before his brother had left to go to the club. Vince had been upstairs getting dressed. Derek wanted to play another drag show game. Alec had been instructed to bring Vince to the club’s office before the pair left to go home. Smiling, he led Vince down a hall away from the lights and music.

“I thought we were going home,” Vince said.

“Derek wants to see you first,” Alec replied, opening the door to the office.

“Hi, baby,” Derek said, standing up from behind the desk. “I can’t let you go home this aroused. The first time alone with Alec should be slow and sensual, not filled with a blinding need for release.”

Smiling again, Alec recalled the details of the game Derek had shared with him. Alec shut and locked the door. Derek immediately walked to the light switch and flicked it off. The room was pitch-black.

“Derek,” Vince moaned.

“I’m right here, baby,” Derek replied.



Adult Excerpt

Alec was behind Vince’s body, pressing himself against his partner’s back. Derek was standing in front of Vince. He listened to the soft sounds of his brother kissing their husband.

“We both love you, Vince,” Derek said. “Alec and I want you to open up. Surrender your heart. Baby, I don’t want you to think about who’s touching you. I just want you to feel the love in the two pairs of hands cooling your arousal. Shh…don’t say a word.”

Alec imagined Derek had placed a finger on Vince’s mouth, because the rest of the game was beginning to unfold. Then all went quiet, as Alec silently traded places with his brother. Vince was oblivious to the change, and would not know whose hands were touching different parts of his body.

When Vince whimpered, Alec dropped to his knees, pulling up the cocktail dress. He shoved the fabric around his lover’s waist. In the dark, he pulled Vince’s spandex shorts away from his body. He removed what felt like a lacy thong, as Vince’s cock came untucked. He heard another moan, as he took the length of his partner’s shaft into his mouth.

Alec heard Derek’s voice, barely above a whisper. The intent was to disguise the sound so Vince could not recognize him. “I’ve got my fingers buried deep inside your ass.”

“Please let me know which one of you is sucking me. Damn, it feels so good! God, it feels so damn, good!”

Alec wrapped his hands around Vince’s body, caressing his lover’s buttocks. He felt Vince’s flesh being pulled apart by his brother’s hands.

Derek was whispering again. “Now I’m going to find your sweet spot, Violet Whispers. Hmm…are you going to tell me where I can find it?”

“Fuck! Fuck! God, your fingers feel so good…and the lips wrapped around my cock!” Vince spoke, as his words faded to a sensual groan.

Vince’s hands on the back of Alec’s neck were pulling him deeper. He let the heat of his mouth envelope the swollen flesh, as he felt the entire shaft pulsating. Vince was close, real close. Alec picked up the pace, sucking firmly from base to tip, licking the pre-cum that continued to form on Vince’s cockhead. The taste was salty and sweet. Vince’s dick was buried so deep inside his mouth the tip was rubbing against the back of his throat.

“Such a beautiful and naughty queen,” Derek whispered. “Letting two brothers take you like this.”

“My prostate,” Vince moaned. “Oh, god, don’t stop! Hell, please don’t stop!”

“We love you, Violet,” Derek spoke in the same hushed tone.

“Yes, Violet, we do,” Alec whispered, taking Vince’s cock from his mouth for just a split second.

The game was meant for Vince, but Alec knew both he and Derek were just as aroused. He heard the excitement in all three of their voices. Alec’s cock was rock hard, straining against the boxers inside his slacks.

“Brother, let’s finish him,” Derek said.

“Shit,” Vince cried, “so many fucking fingers inside me!”

“Four, and you’re still fucking tight!” Derek replied.

Alec felt Vince’s body beginning to tremble. He cupped his lover’s buttocks tighter, kneading the flesh beneath his fingertips. Vince’s semen was now coating the inside of his mouth. Alec felt the motions of Derek pumping his fingers inside their husband, as the action continued to push Vince deeper into his mouth.

Vince was whimpering, still trembling in their arms. Alec got up and cradled him against his chest, while Derek wrapped his arms around Vince’s back.

“Please tell me,” Vince pleaded. “I want to know.”

“No,” Alec whispered. “Fuck! I’m going to break the rules.”

Derek had said neither one of them should seek release. Alec hoped his brother wouldn’t mind he was unbuckling his pants. His cock ached. He was past aroused, and knew he could not wait until he got Vince home.

“Break the rules, brother,” Derek whispered, “because I am. Are you going first?”

“Yeah,” Alec replied.

Alec let his slacks fall to his ankles. Then he turned Vince’s body around. Now his partner’s buttocks were pressed against his dick. He sank his swollen cock into Vince’s ass. The cavity was warm and slick from his brother’s fingers. Vince’s body was bent slightly forward, no doubt leaning against Derek for support. After a few thrusts of his hips, sending his dick as far up into Vince as humanly possible, Alec felt the rush of semen leaving his cock head. The juice bathed his lover’s internal flesh.

“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I love you so much, Vince.”

“I love you, too,” Vince replied. “I love both of you…with all my heart.”

Alec quickly pulled out, allowing Derek to turn their husband around. He supported Vince’s body, as his brother now made love to their partner.

“I love you, too,” Vince spoke again. “So damn much. Please, tell me who’s inside my ass.”

“We’re both here,” Alec spoke softly. “That’s all that matters. Trust us, Vince.”

“So tight,” Derek murmured.

While Alec continued to support Vince’s body against his own, he could feel the gentle rocking motions of his brother’s lovemaking. Damn, if that ‘blinding need for release’ Derek had mentioned wasn’t turning to a tenderness overtaking Alec’s heart. He pressed his lips against Vince’s mouth.

“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Alec,” Vince moaned.

“Yeah, Vincent, it’s me.”

“What about the game?” Vince asked.

“Baby, don’t worry about the game,” Derek said. “We’ve almost accomplished what you need.”

“Derek, you feel good inside me. I’m so in love with you. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

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Author Bio:  



Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he  is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of  his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.

Andrew’s  writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.

Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.

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