July 26, 2015

Be Tender My Love by Imari Jade

[Siren Classic: Erotic Interracial Romance, HEA]

Eight-year-old Maria Santos’s mother Lora is brutally murdered by one of her Johns. Grandparents Maria didn’t know arrived to take her away. Maria didn’t want to go, but her best friend Chen Wang promises to find her one day and return her back to Singapore.

Fifteen years later Maria returns only to learn that Chen is engaged to be married. Not wanting to bother him, Maria sets up Tranquility Coffee, Tea, and Bakery shop in the hotel that Chen now owns to worship him from afar. The plan works a little too well because Chen doesn’t recognize her.

Hotel owner Chen Wang is in an arranged engagement and hating every minute of it. He only agreed to it to keep his mother Lanying from bothering him. He doesn’t love Jinghua, but plans to go through with the wedding. Then he meets Maria Santos and loses his heart to the beautiful shop owner who reminds him of an old friend.

A Siren Erotic Romance


“You leave her alone,” ten-year-old Chen Wang shouted at a bunch of kids from the elementary school who was bullying his best friend Fanny.

“Her mother is a whore,” one of the kids said in Mandarin. “So is yours.”

“That’s it,” Chen said angrily. He charged at the bigger boy messing with Fanny, catching him off guard and knocking him to the ground.

The other kids gathered around them shouting encouragement as they fought. From the sound of things Fanny too was battling with someone who was hurling racial slurs about her origin.

Even though the nine-year-old was born and had lived in Geylang all of her life, her dark skin and thick black hair were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t Chinese.

Chen continued to punch the guy in the face until he finally stopped struggling. Someone grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him to his feet. It was Han Sung, one of the other kids in the neighborhood who often played with Chen. “Get off. He’s not worth it.”

Chen dusted himself off and hunted the crowd for Fanny.

She stood off by his rival Quan Guo in tears. Her dress was torn and dirty and her hair had come loose from her ponytail holder. Chen walked over to her as Han shooed the other kids away. “Get your asses home.”

“Are you okay?” Chen asked Fanny.

She nodded and wiped at her eyes. “My mother is going to be angry because my uniform is torn.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” Quan said.

Chen frowned at him. “Save your money. “I’ll get my mother to mend it for her.” His mother was good with sewing when she wasn’t busy with her visitors. They didn’t need handouts from Quan just because he came from a rich family.

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” Quan said to Fanny. “I just don’t want to see you cry.” He bowed and left.

Han walked over to them. “Are you two okay?”

“Yes,” Chen answered.

“I’m ashamed of our people,” Han said. “Forgive them Fanny. One day they will change.”

One of the things Chen liked about Han was that he always treated everyone one fairly and didn’t look down his nose at them just because they lived in a brothel. Han’s family owned a fish market not too far from where they stayed. They weren’t rich, but they were respected, something he and Fanny weren’t.

The three of them started walking towards home, once Fanny and Chen located their book bags.

Fanny still fiddled with her dress.

“When we grow up I will buy your hundreds of pretty dresses and marry you,” Chen said to her.

“I’d like that,” Fanny said.

“What kind of work would you do?” Han asked Chen.

“I don’t know, but it won’t be cleaning up behind a bunch of whores like I do now,” Chen answered.

“I’d like to work in a fancy hotel,” Han said. “And I’ll never have to see another fish unless I’m eating it at a restaurant.”

Chen and Fanny laughed.

“What about you Fanny? What do you want to be when you grow up?” Han asked.

“A mommy,” Fanny answered. “So I can cook and bake cakes and play with the babies.”

Han teased Chen. “You better make plenty of money then. You’re going to need it for all of your children.”

Chen laughed too, knowing that Fanny only said this because she was lonely. None of the other kids in the neighborhood would play with her. They teased her and called her dirty because he mother was a prostitute. He, on the other hand, was very popular because his mother was one. His friends were always dropping by trying to sneak a peek at the women as they paraded around half-naked for the customers. Fanny never said much, but Chen could tell living in a brothel embarrassed her a lot. He feared for her safely too, because Madam Ju always threatened to make her work as a whore once she reached puberty. Chen didn’t know when that was supposed to happen to Fanny, but he promised that he’d take her away somewhere before Madam Ju got her hands on her.

“Look, something is happening at your house,” Han said pointing straight ahead of them.

They were about a block away, but close enough to see the police cars and the flashing lights.

“Maybe it’s a raid,” Han said.

Chen did not think so. Madam Ju’s place had been raided numerous times and the police usually rode up with a paddy wagon to cart the whores and the johns off.

An ambulance raced past them.

The three kids hurried to see what was happening.

Chen had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach like something life-changing was about to take place.


 “This is my room,” Chen announced once she had stepped inside. Enlai had changed the linens and turned back the covers. A bottle of champagne and two glasses rested on a small bedside table. The lights had been lowered, the music set the ambiance and he was in the mood for a little romance.

“Ooh,” Maria said as he took her hand and danced her around the carpeted floor to the song playing over the stereo. It was nice and slow and Maria felt good in his arms as they slow danced to it. She pressed her head against his chest. “This is so nice, Chen.”

Chen kissed her on the top of the head. He didn’t think this day would ever come. He’d dreamed it so many times, right down to the dancing. By the end of the song his lips were on hers and she was responding beautifully to his touch. “I want to be with you Maria.”

“I want to be with you too,” Maria said. She took his hand and led him over to the bed. “Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to make this night special for both of us.” She gently pushed him to a seated position on the mattress and she began dancing alone just for him.

Chen watched in amazement as the sweater she wore disappeared and she stood before him in just a bra and her pants. He wiped his brow. The champagne was starting to make him sweat. Maria unbuttoned her pants and danced them down to her feet. She stepped out of them and showed him some fancy dance steps wearing only sexy black underwear. “Ooh, work that thing,” he said to encourage her. She just smiled and turned her back to him and nearly gave him a heart attack when she removed her bra and tossed it on a chair. She turned around and he got his first glimpse of the best set of breasts he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot. Mother Nature had not been stingy. She also had a small waist and wide hips. He liked women with some meat on their bones.

Chen stood up and went down on his knees before her. “Allow me.” He slipped his fingers into the waistline of her panties and slid them down over the curves of her hips and down her legs. Maria stepped out of them. Chen brought the panties to his nose and sniffed. Her scent just drove him wild.

“Do I please you, Mr. Wang?”

“Very much so, Miss Santos.” He planted a kiss on her thigh and Maria giggled. She sounded just like Fanny. He rose and led her over to the bed. Maria sat down and turned her attention on him. Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get it On” now played.

“Your turn, Chen, and don’t be shy.”

He didn’t have a shy bone in his body. Chen danced for her stripping out of his sweater and shirt and then opening his belt while wiggling his hips.

Maria clapped and laughed at his antics.

Luckily he was wearing new underwear.

Maria’s eyes widened as his pants went in one direction and he stood before her in black briefs. She didn’t make matters worse by singing the song along with Marvin. She slid off the bed and went down on her knees before him. “May I?”

“Hell yeah,” Chen said.

Marie ran her fingers up his thighs and then grasped the waistband of his briefs and slid them down to the rhythm of the sexy song. His penis came out to greet her. “Chen, you’re big.”

Chen chuckled and stepped out of the briefs. He swept his Brazilian sweetie up in his arms and carried her back to the bed and put her down on it. He poured them some champagne. Honghui had let it slip once that Maria got a little saucy under the influence of the bubbly. She down the glass and handed it back to him. He looked into those dark brown eyes and they smoked. The sexy little smile on her face meant she knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Stop stalling Chen. Let’s make a baby.”

Chen polished off his drink and joined her on the bed for a little “Sexual Healing.” Maria pushed him down on his back, bent over and kissed him and then proceeded to lick her way down his body while humming the song. It was the sexiest shit he ever experienced because she didn’t miss a lick or a beat. She rose and began dancing over him as he looked up at her.

“Sexual healing makes me feel so fine,” she sang as she serenaded him with her body. He’d never seen an ass move so seductively before. “Let’s make love tonight,” she said as she went down on her knees and crawled between his legs.

“Maria, do you know what you’re doing?”

She raised a thumb in the air and then went down on him.

“Oh shit!” Apparently she did know.

That damn Enlai had put on the extended version of the song into the machine and Maria was using it to her advantage to give him a lot of tongue play. His cock rose to the occasion as soon as she licked his balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze. “This is to wake up the little swimmers.” She went back down on him, slurping and taking him deep into her warm mouth.


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July 24, 2015

Safe In His Arms by AJ Jarrett- Living without Sam isn't Something Elliot Wants To Do -#MM #Erotic #Contemporary #Romance


A chance encounter six months ago has changed Elliot Nolan’s life forever. It was only supposed to be one night of great sex, nothing more, but once Officer Sam Lancaster steps back into his life, Elliott doesn’t know what to do. He’s suffered abuse from a man who claimed to love him before and allowing someone so close again is a fear Elliot’s not sure he can ever overcome.

All Sam wants to do is fall in love and settle down. Is that so much to ask for? Apparently when it comes to Elliot it is. Sam tries to be just friends with Elliot but that is proving to be a lot easier said than done.

People come in and out of your life for a reason and Elliot is starting to see that maybe Sam’s worth the risk. A lifetime alone is a safe option but living without Sam is something Elliot isn’t sure he can do.


“I’m here and I’m not leaving until you make me come,” E said as he traced a finger down the center of Sam’s chest, only stopping when he reached the waist of his jeans. Sam let out a deep growl, pushing their chest closer together. E gasped as Sam’s hard cock pressed into his stomach. “Do you want me, Sammy? Do you want to pound into my ass until I scream out your name?”

“Fuck yes.” E shuddered as the warm air fanned over his ear from Sam’s rough spoken words. Sam dropped his head down into the crook of E’s neck and started licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. E started to squirm and buck against Sam. Sam worked his way up to E’s ear and nibbled at his lobe.

E reached up and wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. Sam ran his large hands down E’s back until he was grabbing E’s ass, pulling E closer until their jean-covered cocks were rubbing against one another.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Sam rasped, breathing heavily, his hands hard and soft all at once on E’s thin body.

“What’s stopping you?” It was as if E’s words unleashed a beast.

Sam grabbed E’s ass, pulling upward until he wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips. Sam carried him down the hallway toward his room. Once inside he walked over to the bed and dropped E on the bed.

“Get naked and do it fast.”

E started to remove his shirt as he watched Sam rush through an open door off to the side of the bedroom. E could only assume that it led to the bathroom. He watched as Sam came back into the bedroom with lube and condoms. He set them on the night stand and started removing his clothes. E couldn’t help it. He stopped to stare.

Sam was tall and covered with muscle, his abs were so tight it was like looking at a marble statue. With the short blond hair, blue eyes, and strong built body, Sam could be anyone’s walking wet dream. To put it simply, Sam was gorgeous.

“Baby, I told you to get naked, now do it,” Sam ordered. “I want to taste that beautiful cock of yours before I fuck your tight little ass,” Sam said in a sharp, demanding tone.

E moved in a frenzy of arms and legs to get his shoes and pants off. Once he was laying completely naked for Sam’s viewing, he scooted up on the bed to make room for Sam to climb between his legs.

“I don’t know if I told you this last time, but I love that you have no hair down around your cock, or on your balls.” Sam stopped to kiss the area just above his cock. E was so hard Sam had to push his dick to the side as he mouthed the smooth hairless spot. “I love the feel of your soft skin.”

“I’m glad you approve.” E groaned as Sam dropped his head and started to lick small circles around the base of his cock.

“I do.” Sam leaned down and engulfed E’s entire shaft. E wasn’t a large man but his cock wasn’t small either. Sam sucked him down until he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Sam’s throat. When Sam swallowed around the engorged shaft, E cried out. Sam was overloading him with sensations and E loved it.

“God, Sammy, your mouth is amazing.” E looked down his body to see Sam smiling around his cock. It was the sexiest thing E had ever seen. A man giving him head as if he was worshipping his body.

Brayden had done that for E in the beginning of their relationship but it wasn’t long until he just started using E’s body to get off, not caring if E enjoyed it or not. The care Sam took with E made his heart swell, but E shoved all those feeling of want and need aside. This was just two men getting off.

E lay back on the bed and moaned when he felt a slick finger push at his back entrance. He didn’t know when Sam lubed up his fingers but he had, and Sam wanted admittance into E’s body. E spread his legs a little wider for Sam to have better access to his tiny hole. Sam didn’t hesitate, he pushed one large finger inside E, down to the knuckle as he continued to suck E’s cock.

“God, Sammy, I’m close. Don’t stop.” E clenched his muscles around Sam’s finger. He knew he was close to coming, between the feel of Sam’s warm wet mouth and the finger inside him, it was too much stimulation.

Sam didn’t stop. He added another finger to stroke E’s inner walls and pulled off his cock just enough to suckle at the weeping tip. E felt Sam push his fingers forward to rub against his prostate. E couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer and came so hard he hoped he wouldn’t choke Sam with the force of his seed shooting out of his body.

Sam sucked it all down like a pro. E’s dick twitched as vibrations from Sam moaning tingled up the sides of his shaft. Sam licked E clean then pulled off, but not before giving the sensitive head a kiss. E gasped and goose bumps crawled over his skin.

“Pull your legs up and keep them spread.” Sam smacked the side of E’s hip.

“Wh…what?” E asked. His brain was still foggy from the blowjob he’d just gotten and wasn’t sure he heard Sam correctly.

“You heard me.” Sam brought the condom wrapper up to his mouth and ripped it open. He smiled evilly down at E. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass until you scream.”

“You think so, do you?” E let his lips curl up into a smile, he loved a good challenge.


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July 22, 2015

Can't Drag Me Down 3: Stepping Stone Not Doormat by Kareena Colcroft


Fifteen years ago in Los Angeles, a man named Charlie lost everything in his life to drug and burglary charges. Everything including his lover Navon, who was unable to accept Charlie’s actions.

Nine years ago, after building a drag career that included TV appearances and international travel, Charlie left his entire life behind to escape his abusive boyfriend Mason, and started anew in Boston as club queen Solara Flare. Going by stage name and female pronouns, Solara has taken every step possible to prevent Mason–or anyone else from her former life–from finding her.

Now, Navon has tracked Solara down in the wake of Mason’s death to return something Mason had kept, and to apologize for abandoning her after her arrest. Fifteen years hasn’t dulled their sexual attraction to each other, but the memories brought up by Navon’s appearance are almost more than Solara can stand. And no matter how much she wants to give Navon the second chance he asks for, Solara doesn’t know whether she can move beyond the past.


The weekend shows went better than Solara expected, given her lack of focus. She knew the routines as well as her own phone number, and that was something to be thankful for when every time she quieted down for even a second, Navon’s face flashed through her mind.

She still loved him. At least she thought she did. More likely, it was the echo of old emotions, not something that existed in the here and now. Surely it wasn’t possible to be in love with someone after not even seeing them for nearly a decade.

Feelings aside, she wanted him again. The guy had only been in town a few days, but having him in her apartment—in both senses of “having”—had awakened desires she’d ignored for months. Fucking him had been as good as she remembered, if not better.

But she shouldn’t have done it. Bad enough he’d showed up in the first place. Fucking him had only let him believe they could have something again.

If he was going to stay in Boston awhile longer, maybe they could do more than fuck. Sex was great, but it wasn’t enough for Solara to be sure of how she felt. In the early days of their relationship, they’d gone on dates. Dancing at clubs. Taking long walks together. Even visiting a couple of museums.

Boston had opportunities for all of that. Solara could ask Navon out on a date and see whether the physical connection extended to emotional.

She might do exactly that if she ever spoke to him. All weekend, she couldn’t decide whether she dared let him back into her life at all, let alone as a lover. She didn’t want to give him false hope that they could try again.

She didn’t want to open herself up to being hurt again.

On Monday, she slept in, exhausted from performing and lack of sleep. When her phone’s ringtone awakened her, she glanced at her clock and was surprised to see it was already noon. She had a nice piece of morning wood in the front of her shorts, and seeing the name on the display didn’t do much to calm her hard-on.


She couldn’t avoid him forever. He’d respected her request for space, and sooner or later, she would have to give him an answer about whether they could go forward despite their past.

She answered the phone. “Morning.”

“Afternoon,” Navon said. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“You did, but I’ll live.” Solara sat up and propped herself on the pillows. “Still in town?”

“I told you I wasn’t going to leave.” Navon paused. “I’d like to see you. You asked for space. Maybe it hasn’t been long enough, but we should figure out what’s going on.”

“Yeah. Let me think.” She wasn’t awake enough to decide whether seeing him would be a good idea. All she really wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep for a few more hours.

But she knew better than to believe that she would be able to fall asleep again. Even if Navon didn’t come over, Solara’s brain would start whirling through all the things she needed to do in the next few days, and she would lie awake until she got up and actually did something. In that case, she might as well see Navon and resolve things between them once and for all.

“Bring coffee,” she said. “Large, and just like me. Hot and black.”


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July 20, 2015

Megan's Alien by Pixie Moon. A Dagrinian Love 1


Year 5005

~ Megan Blaker ~

Earth is no longer my home.

I’ve just been given to a new alien. He’s the third one in two days. This purple skinned alien isn’t as dangerous and scary looking as the others and he smells delicious. I have to fight my strange attraction to him because I know looks can be deceiving. As his scent surrounds me, I feel safe, but should I?

His power of drawing me in is surprising. The heat he’s causing to course through me makes me want to mate him. I don’t understand my feelings for him. Fear of the unknown has me longing to rewind time and not be kidnapped by aliens. I look up into his diamond shaped blue irises and see kindness. My heart lurches as hope and passion flare within me.

 ~Hilam Braknee ~

I’m not looking for a female. Not even a cute one. My work comes first. That’s why I’m surprised when I’m inexplicably drawn to the little human my brother brought to me. Something in her pretty eyes intrigues me. She needs a bath, some healing, and a good meal. After all of her needs have been met, I’ll decide what to do with my distracting gift.

My brain says she should be set free. My heart wants to keep her safe and sound. My body wants to mate her. The only logical thing to do is keep her for a few days and see which of my desires wins.


Year 5005

Pain viciously welcomes me back to consciousness.

My side and arm hurt like hell, plus there’s a dull ache in my chest.

I’m moving.

Why am I moving? If my feet aren’t taking steps I shouldn’t be going anywhere.

All I want to do is stop the motion and the pain. I want to curl up on my pallet and sleep this misery away. Where is my soft pallet?

The pain in my arm gets steadily worse. It jars me totally back to reality. A reality I don’t want to face.

I’m not on Earth anymore. I haven’t been for a couple of days.

Looking up, I see that I’m being dragged through the dirt by a spotted creature. I start struggling. I have to get away. The being tightens its grip on my arm and makes a spooky noise. It turns its large head and stares at me with three hard eyes. Its big mouth opens and it makes an even scarier sound than before.

I freak out and try to get up. The being never stops dragging me. I can’t get up if it won’t stop or at least slow the hell down. My knee hits something sharp causing me to cry out. The creature dragging me doesn’t miss a step.

I look around and see many strange beings milling around. Some are watching me with mild interest but most are ignoring me and my captor.

When a fresh wave of pain shoots through my arm I cry out and then start begging. “Please stop so I can get up.” When the alien doesn’t stop, I call out, “I won’t hurt you, just please stop.”

The scary beast keeps on moving as though I haven’t said a word. Who is this beast and how the hell did he get me? Patches of newer memories start coming back to me at an alarming rate. They are blending with older memories.

I was asleep when I was taken from Earth and woke up in a cage. Two other women were taken as well. Hallie Mead and Gayle Balwin. Where are the other two women? I look around as best I can.

Panic rises in me when all I see is a sea of alien legs. Some with fins, others with thick scales. Long and short. Spotted and solid. The strangest is a three-legged creature with double joints. No human legs, no human legs. I’m alone!

If I can escape my captor where can I go? Who can I ask for help? My heart sinks when I recall the lizard-men that took me and the others from Earth. They were awful and they didn’t speak English.

I consider hitting my captor and running. The last time I freaked out and hit my captor I was shot with some sort of stun gun that knocked me out. With no weapon, I’m defenseless.

Now I’m with a new captor being dragged around like trash. I cry out when I’m dragged over a rock. Once again I try to get up. The bastard dragging me won’t slow down enough to let me stand and follow him. He is merciless. The other beings around don’t care at all.

Aliens can be a troublesome lot. It doesn’t take Megan Blaker long to see that some are downright bad and others or worth loving.

My heart becomes heavy. Almost too heavy to bear.

I’m not on Earth anymore and that scares the crap out of me. What is going to happen to me? Will I live to see another day? By the end of the day will I even want to see another day? A shudder rocks my whole body as doubt and fear crush my world and fuck with my mind.

With each step the alien takes the crowd thins. Once again, I try to get to my feet but my body isn’t working at top notch yet. That damn gun did a number on me. Starvation is wearing me down as well. At this moment my life sucks.

When my captor suddenly stops, I scramble to my feet. I wobble a little, but I don’t fall down. I brush dirty strands of hair out of my face and look around. We are standing near a spacecraft that is in a row of many spacecrafts. My captor snarls causing me to look at him. The horrible sound has me longing to step away from him and his overly tight grip.

A rough voice responds. I look up at the alien my captor is talking to. I gasp when I see how handsome he is. Pearl eyes that have a blue diamond shape in the center glare down at me. My captor makes a few more loud gruff noises. The light purple skinned male’s unique eyes soften for a moment and then harden as his gaze cuts back to the ugly spotted creature tightly clutching my arm.

Fear snakes down my spine as I watch the aliens communicate in a rough guttural language. I really wish I knew what they were saying. Do the pretty purple aliens eat humans? I don’t want to be anyone’s meal. I shouldn’t be here. Life’s not fair.

The pretty alien huffs a few times and then the two start talking again. After what feels like an eternity, my captor pushes me forward but doesn’t let go of me. The purple being wrinkles his nose as his intriguing eyes study me.

Fire blazes across my cheeks. I know I stink and now that I’ve been dragged through alien soil I have to look terrible. My whole body aches and to my horror I feel tears welling in my eyes. I blink the tears away and raise my chin to cover my fear and pain.

The creature that is rudely holding me out to the purple male snarls a last time and then gives me a last push. The three-eyed spotted beast stalks off as I stumble on weak legs.

The new pretty-eyed alien reaches out and steadies me. I briefly think about fighting him and running off but then I get a good whiff of him. He smells real good. Better than anything I’ve ever smelled.


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July 19, 2015

Sneak Peek Sunday- A Snippet From My WIP- Futuristic BDSM Romance

The first book in my futuristic erotic romance series is untitled as is the series. This is because I name the book and consequently the series after the first book is done.  Only then am I able to see the lives of the characters more clearly.

So here is a quick look at the first book in my erotic futuristic romance series.  This book has BDSM elements.


Broderick sipped his beer.  Slightly on the warm side, it was a bit more pleasant than the scotch he'd been drinking earlier.  Not much of a whisky drinker, he'd developed a taste for beers and ales when he was in the Hekademos.  Once he became of age, he often frequented the pubs in town with Pezal and a few of their friends and unwound with a few beers. It was the only way he'd been able to bear their rigid structure. Unfortunately, their style of teaching was replicated at the UEMF academy ultimately becoming a permanent part of himself.

Joette settled in beside him.  He was happy Pezal had finally gotten the message and introduced them.  It wasn't that he was shy, he'd just grown reticent of approaching women outside of their known circle.  It had been a long time for him to get past the mishap that happened ten years ago.  And now that happiness had returned, he did not want to risk losing it again with someone with a  potentially biased opinion.

But she held none of that.  He saw it in her eyes and the way that she looked at him, especially when they were on the balcony.  Her sweet, submissive demeanor instantly rose his protective instincts within him.  He saw himself wrapping his arms around her and shielding her from the dangers of the world.  Only asking that she never let go in return.  He wanted her. He had to have her.

Everyone laughed jarring his thoughts back to the moment.

“When he turned down an assignment on the mighty Kroaschiral,” Pezal said, “Captain Mon was floored.  Or so that's how he tells it.”

  “I'm not interested in leaving the Kar Dao.  She's just the way I want her and the idea of some young kid coming in and messing up my ship--,” Nicolas Edner said.  The ship's head engineer and Pezal's boyfriend, the two were very much in love.

Broderick cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Commander,” he said smirking.  “I meant your ship.”

“Actually, I did that because a bitter from this tawdry ale you've been serving became lodged in the back of my throat,” Broderick said frowning at the bottle.  “But I get your meaning.”

“Of course,” Nicolas said shooting him a weary glance.

Everyone laughed.

“What?” Broderick asked setting the bottle aside.  

“Let's be honest, we all know how you are,” Nick added.

Feigning innocence he shrugged his shoulders.  “I've no idea what your talking about.”

The remaining members of the crew groaned in protest around him.  Surrounded by his entire crew, they were more than just co-workers to Broderick. They were his family.  The ship was not only where they worked, he considered it be their home.

“The ship is ours not mine,” Broderick said resting his arm on the sofa back.  It nestled easily behind Joette.
He hoped she was enjoying herself as much as he.

“Though you rule it with an iron fist,” Pezal added.

“I'm thorough not maniacal.”

Everyone laughed even louder.

“With that admission, I am turning in,” Nick said standing.  “I will see most of you tomorrow.”  He paused and glanced at his watch.  “Or shall I say later.”

He leaned down and kissed Pezal.

“I'll be in after I clean up,” Pezal replied.

He looked at his watch.  It was after one a.m.

“You know I should get going as well,” Joette said rising.  “Thank you for inviting me I had a good time.”

“Did you?” Pezal asked kissing her on the cheek.

“Yes I really did.  I'm glad.”

“I'll be leaving as well,” Broderick said as the rest gathered their things.

He had an important meeting to attend and the last thing he wanted to do was to be too drowsy to pay attention.

“Okay, see you at headquarters tomorrow,” Pezal said flashing him a wry grin.  He then jerked his in Joette's direction.

Broderick frowned.  “Looking forward to it.”

Joette grabbed her jacket off the arm of the sofa.  Broderick held open the door as they stepped into the hallway.

“I'll take you home,” he said finally speaking.

“That won't be necessary,” she replied not wanting to seem too needy.

“Pezal brought you here did he not?”

“Yes, but really it's no problem I can take a cab.”

“I insist.”


Coming to a publisher real soon!

July 18, 2015

The Last Tour by Charisma Knight.


Watching his entire unit get cut down in Afghanistan has left Sgt. Sebastian McElvoy questioned his sanity and whether or not he deserved to survive. Coming home to the wife he loves, the joy and peace that Rayna gives him fills him with guilt. The urge to control takes over in the bedroom, and he wonders if this is a healthy outlet for his feelings.

Sebastian isn't alone in wondering if the changes in him will allow them to resume their life together. Rayna looks at her husband and sees a man who is a ghost of his former self with an appetite for things they’ve never tried before in the bedroom. However, she can’t help but think this is the therapy he needs, allowing him dominance in the bedroom. She’ll do whatever she can to save him from his feelings and open her mind to her husband’s heightened libido.


Rayna and Karen studied the banner outside of Rayna’s house. “It’s crooked, don’t you think?” she asked her mother-in-law.

“Oh Rayna, you’re such a perfectionist,” Karen insisted. “It’s beautiful. Red, white and blue, just what Seb wanted.” She smiled and rubbed her arms. “Getting kind of chilly out here. C’mon, I’ll make us some coffee.” She wrapped an arm around Rayna’s waist.

They walked inside. Rayna sat down at the dining room table while Karen prepared a large pot of coffee. “How are you feeling, dear?”

“A little nervous….and excited,” she admitted with a shrug.

“So am I.” Karen sat a cup of coffee in front of Rayna before seating herself next to her. “So we’re meeting everyone else at the airport today?”

Rayna nodded. “I’m just happy this is his last tour. I don’t know what I’d do if he left again.”

“He seems content now, and for that, I’m grateful. He’s done what he’s been wanting to accomplish ever since he graduated high school. Serve his country, just like his Uncle Roy and Leo.”

“He’s coming home, and I honestly don’t know how to act around him.” Rayna closed her eyes.

“I’m sure a lot of the other wives feel the same way you do,” Karen told her. “Maybe not every wife, but I’m sure there are quite a few out there. It’ll all fall into place.”

“Do you think he’ll ever be happy once he’s home again?”

“Of course he will.”

Rayna took a sip of her coffee. She held a trembling hand out. “Look at me. Less than two hours before we’re supposed to pick him up from the airport and I’m a nervous wreck.”

“Breathe, Rayna. It’s all downhill from here. Now are you two sure you don’t want some alone time tonight?”

She shrugged. “Sebastian told me he wanted to be surrounded by family because he knows everyone misses him. All his nieces and nephews have been bombarding me with phone calls. There’s so much he wants to do with everyone, but I know he’ll be fatigued once he arrives. Heck, he’ll probably pass out as soon as he gets home.”

“No, I doubt that,” Karen wriggled her eyebrows. “I would think he’d want to spend some alone time with his wife.”

Rayna smiled, remembering she wore the sexy little red number beneath her black jeans and red top.

* * * *

Rayna found it difficult to contain her excitement as they stood and waited near the escalator. She’d tried everything in her power to make Sebastian’s return home as stress-free as possible and worried how he would cope with his family members as well as hers.

“Do you see him?” Karen asked as she clung to Rayna.

Rayna shook her head. “No ma’am, not yet,” she answered as butterflies blossomed in her tummy. Her breathing became shallow, and it felt like someone had suddenly placed a weight on her chest. Mentally, she went over everything they did in preparation for Sebastian’s return. Sebastian stated he wasn’t much for going out tonight, so she and his mom prepared his favorite Italian cuisine.

“There he is!” her eighteen-year-old nephew, Malcolm pointed out across the crowd. “Uncle Sebastian!” At nearly six feet tall, the young man had a good amount of height on her.

She stood on her tip toes but still couldn’t see Sebastian.

“Oh! I see him,” Rayna’s niece, Carolyn cried out.

Karen gasped and immediately burst into tears when she saw her son.

Rayna hadn’t been able to see him until the large family in front of them moved slightly to the right, taking their large red balloons with them. “Sebastian.” The fluttery feeling in her stomach moved to her chest as tears immediately began to fall. She felt immobilized. Her mouth gaped open as Sebastian maneuvered his way to them. That’s when she noticed him limping slightly.

“Rayna. Mom!” He rushed right up to them, dropping his bags and grasping each woman in his arms while the rest of the family damn near hopped on top of him, displaying their affections to the man who’d fought for their country.

“Uncle Sebastian!” Carolyn hugged her Uncle tight.

Sebastian kissed his mother on the cheek as the woman broke down sobbing in his arm. When he set his gaze on Rayna and released the hold on his mother, Rayna’s heart skipped a beat.

Immediately, she saw the scar, but it made no difference to her. It didn’t take away from his appearance. In her eyes, he was as handsome as ever.

“Rayna, I’ve missed you.” He told her, as he wrapped both arms around her body, lifting her off the floor completely.

“And I’ve missed you,” she gushed while he brushed his lips against hers with sweet caresses. She responded with a slight moan and squeezed him tight, noticing his rich, musky man scent and the faint smell of his cologne. Breathlessly, they separated, staring longingly into each other’s eyes. She cleared her throat and glanced over at her family to remind herself they weren’t alone.

He squeezed her tight. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he breathed.

“How are you, baby?” she asked, placing a palm against the side of his cheek.

He narrowed his eyes. “Better now that I’m back to my family,” he said in a gruff voice.

The baritone of his voice sent feelings of need spiraling throughout her body. Her nipples tingled and grew harder. These were feelings that shouldn’t be seen in front of the younger members of her family. Now, she worried about every little thing that would happen and secretly wished they hadn’t arranged for everyone to come to their home.

Once again, his dark gaze settled on her, and she found herself squirming beneath the weight of his stare. Somehow, Sebastian seemed different and she couldn’t really put a finger on it.

“Come on people, take me home,” Sebastian prompted as they turned and made their way through the crowd of other families.

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July 16, 2015

Under Their Covers by Tonya Ramagos; From the Uniformed and Smoking Hot Series

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


Former soap star Sydney Owen is looking to simplify her life, but her first day in Cherish puts her face-to-face with an old crush and a super-hunk sure to take center stage in her fantasies. Keeping both men isn’t an option. But when she discovers the men they are under their covers, the simplified life she’s after bursts into flames.

Lieutenant Rhett Cox is known throughout the CFD as a playboy. A man not looking to settle down, he’s used to handling everything from fires to women with a calm, cool arrogance, but one encounter with Sydney has his internal temperature rising.

Firefighter Carter Devereaux never got over Sydney. Now’s she’s back and he wants her again. So does Rhett. Even in a city known for ménage relationships, neither are into sharing. Then a fire breaks out, Sydney is given too much time to think, and the men have to learn to compromise or lose the woman they love forever.


“Devereaux, keep her worked up,” Rhett told him. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Startled, Sydney shot a look over her shoulder in time to see Rhett disappearing into the master bathroom. She saw the door close, heard the water come on in the sink, and the forgot all about wondering what Rhett was doing when Carter lifted his head in front of her and licked one beaded nipple into his mouth. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her eyes closing as sheer erotic bliss traveled a flaming path straight to her clit, pussy, and ass. She sucked a breath through clenched teeth when his closed around that nipple, bit, and sent darts of pleasured-pain shooting down that same path. He worked the other nipple the same way, then alternated the attention until both were throbbing with a dark erotic pain that had her whimpering, panting, and on the verge of begging. Behind her, she heard the bathroom door open, felt the mattress dip, and shivered when Rhett’s large hands gently came to rest on her shoulders.

The minty scent of toothpaste drifted to her when he spoke. “Are you still on the edge for me, baby?” His low, melodic voice was huskier with his own needs as he dragged his callused palms down her back.

Sydney writhed, her body bucking against Carter’s hold on her waist, trying desperately to lower onto his cock. “Please. God, you’re killing me.”

Rhett chuckled as his hands turned to glide over her ass. “Can you lean forward for me?”

Sydney flattened her good hand on the front of Carter’s shoulder as Carter’s hands adjusted their hold on her to keep her steady.

“That’s it, Syd. Lift your sexy ass so Rhett can pleasure it.”

She opened her eyes and stared into Carter’s, heard the soft snap as Rhett popped open the cap on the lube Carter had given him, and shivered when the cool gel met with the flaming flesh of her ass.

“You’re going to tell us how it feels.” The calm authority in Carter’s voice left no room for argument. “We want to know how much you like having that sexy ass of yours fucked.”

She did like it. She knew that. At least, she’d enjoyed it when Carter had taken her there. He’d started off surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the way he usually made love to her. That gentleness hadn’t lasted long. He’d well and truly fucked her ass, making her scream, and causing her pussy to plead for a cock. That had been one of the times she’d allowed herself to fantasize about having Carter and Rhett inside her together.

Rhett worked a well-lubed thick finger into her ass, spreading the cool gel deep, and wiggling the digit to coax her inner muscles to relax.

Her pussy flamed, her hips attempted to push back on that finger in a quest to draw it even deeper. Carter’s hold remained firm.

“Please,” she panted, barely able to breathe around the bittersweet pain exploding through her system. “It feels too good. I want more.”

Rhett gave it to her, though not as much as her body craved. He added a second and then a third finger, twisting and pushing them into her most sensitive entrance until she was crying out, begging, and ready to scream.

“Christ!” Rhett growled as he continued to work her ass to a frenzy of crazed need. “You’ve never made those sounds for me before.”

“You…never…teased…me so much…before.” Every word was labored. She had pushed them out of her mouth as her very soul filled with so much ecstasy she was almost certain it might kill her.

“I’m not teasing you now, baby. I’m just getting you ready.”

“I’m ready!” The words gushed from her lips as he pumped his fingers in her ass in a slow rhythm she had come to know so well with him. “Please, Rhett! Carter! My pussy. I need your cock inside me.”

“Ask correctly and I might give it to you.”

Right. She was talking to Carter now. God, she loved their little games, but it was hard to keep things straight when they were scrambling her mind and tormenting her body.

“Please, sir. Will you fuck me now?”

Carter chuckled. “That’s not exactly how I expected you to ask, but it works.”

“Oh, yesss.” It did work. He used his hold on her waist to draw her body down, sheathing his cock into her flaming pussy in a single, vicious thrust that drove him balls deep inside her. He stopped there, his hands still controlling her movement, and she felt tears of sheer frustration burn the backs of her eyes. “Please, sir. I can’t take much more of this.”

“You want Rhett inside you, too, don’t you?”

Unable to speak, she rapidly nodded.

“He needs to hear you say it, Syd.” That calm authority was back in Carter’s voice.

Sydney opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and managed to find the strength to look over her shoulder and meet Rhett’s gaze. “I want you inside me, Rhett. I’m ready for you now.”


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Tonya Ramagos

July 14, 2015

Caged Sanctuary by Tempeste O'Riley

Want a little taste? 

Well, OK....


Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a non-kink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels.

Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the last couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest.

Kade’s fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he’s learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon’s determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.


Deacon chuckled at how eager his boy was to see himself all trussed up. Smiling, he excused himself and returned shortly with his laptop. He had downloaded the images from his digital camera and had the shots ready for Kade in the photo viewer.

“I took three. One before we began but after you were decorated and bound with the ropes, the other two are later.”

“Why two later?” Kade stared at the computer, not taking his eyes off it, though Deacon hadn’t turned it so he could see the images.

“Let me show you. I think it will be obvious why when you see them.” Deacon settled on the bed next to Kade and turned the screen so Kade could see. The first was as he’d stated, of Kade tied to the bamboo pole, taken at an angle to see how open Kade was in that position, the intricate latticework of the silk ropes, and how he was blindfolded with his arms bound above him.

The next drew a gasp from Kade. He was in the same position, but the hand prints from the initial spanking and the flogging of his back were clear in the shot, as was how he strained his arms and back up as if seeking another strike. “That’s….”

“Gorgeous? Sexy as hell?”

Kade nodded as he reached out to trace one finger down the spine and along the legs of his image. “I don’t look broken like this.”

Deacon knew he was frowning, but didn’t care. “You’re not broken, Kaden. I would happily throttle the asshats that convinced you otherwise.”

“And the last one?” Kade asked, showing no sign of having heard Deacon.

“The last one is my favorite of the lot.” Deacon tapped the pad on the laptop again and the image changed.

Again, Kade hadn’t really moved much, but now the cane striping was clear on. His back was also streaked with Deacon’s spend. He had promised himself he wouldn’t enter Kade that way the first time in scene, but he’d been so hard he hurt and couldn’t resist adding his come to the beautiful marks on his boy. In Deacon’s personal opinion, Kade was the most beautiful sub he had had or seen.

“Oh, my…. You can see that I’m flying, my tears,” Kade whispered, voice reverent.

The odd watery tone made Deacon look at Kade again. When he did, he realized tears streaked Kade’s cheeks. “Oh, my sweet boy, why are you crying?”

“Never thought I’d fly again, much less be able to serve like this.” Kade quickly wiped at his eyes, turning away from Deacon. “Sorry.”

Deacon took a firm hold of Kade’s chin, pulling gently until Kade faced him. “Do not ever, and I do mean ever, apologize for being you. For serving me so perfectly. For feeling joy. Tears are not a sign of weakness,” he added when Kade seemed confused. “Your joy, your pain, your pleasure, all belong to me whether I’m right there with you or not. You’re my boy now.” Deacon dipped his head to take Kade’s lips in a soft kiss, hoping to show his boy how much he was wanted and how much he pleased Deacon both in and out of scene.

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July 12, 2015

Bitter Bite by Erin M. Leaf


Alaric Normand is a solitary predator, so when he meets a man who kindles long-dormant emotions, he dismisses the attraction. What does he need with a lover? A consort bond spells nothing but vulnerability for a vampire who’s been alone for five centuries.

Ex-priest Gideon Keegan has lost his faith, so when he witnesses a supernatural killing, how does he accept the reality of evil? And why does he feel attraction for such a violent individual, especially when he’s already in love with someone else?

Everyone thinks Hannah Ward is an innocent, but she knows the truth: she’s done terrible things, and so she hides her affection for Gideon. She isn’t worthy of love, yet when a handsome stranger kisses her she falls hard, despite her sense that something is wrong. How can she have feelings for two men at once? Must she choose between the dark and the light?

Story Excerpt:

Alaric shook his head. “You’re not a priest. I would’ve sensed it.”

“I’m not a priest anymore,” Gideon said softly, suppressing the familiar stab of anger. Leaving the priesthood had been the toughest thing he’d ever done.

“But you used to be.” Alaric half-smiled. “Well, well. How interesting.”

“It’s only interesting to me. Now get out of my way,” Gideon said, trying to shoulder past.

Alaric grabbed him again, this time shoving him up against the wall. “Not so fast, my dear. I’m not done with you yet.”

Gideon flushed at the words, feeling more turned on than threatened, though why, he didn’t know. This man had, after all, attacked two people that he knew of, and possibly more. Alaric was dangerous. Of course, you’re not an old man like that poor sucker outside was. You can take Alaric down any time you want. Strength doesn’t trump balance, he reasoned, breathing deeply to center himself. He glanced at Hannah again, needing to know if she could see him stuck in the corner with Alaric, and found her watching them.

When their eyes locked, surprise chased across her face, probably because he and Alaric looked like they were embracing. She had no idea he liked men, too. As his former student, it wasn’t any of her business, dammit, but it looked like all his secrets were about to be exposed whether he liked it or not.

“I’ve seen you looking at the pretty bartender,” Alaric murmured softly, leaning in as if he was about to kiss Gideon, or possibly bite him. “She seems young for the job, and oh so sweetly innocent, especially for this place. Those gorgeous brown eyes are staring at us, you know. She looks shocked. Do you think she likes watching us together? Is that why she’s working in a gay bar?”

“Leave her out of this.” Gideon put his hands on Alaric’s wrists and squeezed, but he couldn’t break the vampire’s grip. “And let me go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Alaric chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He leaned in closer. “I bet she’d enjoy watching us kiss.”

The image Alaric painted aroused Gideon more than he wanted to admit. Angry now, he tried again to escape, squeezing harder. When that did nothing, he kicked out with a foot.

Alaric pushed up against him roughly, using his body to hold Gideon immobile against the wood paneling. “None of that, Gideon. Let me have my say.”

Gideon gritted his teeth when he felt Alaric’s cock pressing into his hip, thick and hard. God, it felt good. “Fuck you,” he said, slightly breathless. Shame washed through him. He hadn’t tried very hard to get away, and the truth was, he liked being manhandled like this.

“Perhaps I will let you someday. I’d enjoy that very much,” Alaric said, smiling slightly. “But what of the girl?” He cocked his head slightly, blue eyes luminous. “She likes you, my dear. I can sense it.”

Gideon swallowed an angry retort. The creature was playing with him. “She’s innocent. Leave her alone.”

“If you tell anyone what you saw outside, I’ll have to take steps,” Alaric whispered threateningly.

Gideon flinched when Alaric’s lips touched his temple. His cock was hard now, too, and aching. He resisted the urge to rub himself against Alaric’s strength. “What kind of steps?” he asked instead, like a fool.

Alaric inhaled. “God, you smell good.”

Gideon’s breath hitched.

“Did you know I like both men and women?”

Gideon honestly wasn’t surprised, not after the way Alaric had noticed Hannah. “What kind of steps?” he asked again, more forcefully.

“Perhaps I’ll ask your girl out. Take her dancing.” Alaric touched his mouth to Gideon’s lips and kissed him softly. “I’m sure I’d enjoy tasting her like this.” He kissed Gideon more aggressively, licking inside and taunting with his tongue.

Gideon choked on a moan as Alaric held him against the wall and ravished his mouth. He felt himself weakening and bit Alaric’s lip, warning him he wasn’t some damsel in distress. He couldn’t let his guard down, no matter how desperately aroused he felt being constrained like this.

Alaric chuckled. “Mmmm. I like that. Bite me again.” He rubbed his cheek against Gideon’s. “Or perhaps I’ll bite you. I bet your blood tastes sweet as candy.”

“What are you?” Gideon asked, breathing harshly as another pang of heat shot through him. God help him, but he wanted to drag Alaric into the darkness and fuck him until he couldn’t think straight anymore.

Alaric leaned back. His blue eyes had bled to midnight again. “I’m exactly what you think I am, my dear.”

Gideon’s heart knocked against his ribs, hard enough to hurt. “Don’t touch her, or I swear—”

“I won’t, as long as you keep this delicious mouth shut,” Alaric said, kissing him again.


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Author Details:

Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E. Blossom.

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July 10, 2015

Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk


Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.

The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?

As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?

General Excerpt 

Dan followed and positioned his chair to block the way out. He noticed a fresh trail of blood across the floor tiles and glanced at his mother who was scrubbing at the tabletop with a sponge. ‘Your tea is getting cold.’

She moved to the counter beside the sink and kept wiping. ‘Does she ever clean?’

‘Mum, please.’

‘I'm just asking.’

‘This is my house,’ he snapped, patience beaten so thin he could poke holes through it. ‘When I can be bothered, I clean. I cook. Karen spends her time here with me, not clucking like a mother hen.’

‘She's here often?’

‘Every day.’

‘Oh.’ Maxine stopped cleaning long enough to wrinkle her nose. ‘What's her house like?’

‘She shares a flat with a friend.’

‘A flat? Oh dear.’

‘You used to live in one.’

‘Before I got my break on Home with Mr. Barclay.’ Her chin tilted as she said it. ‘Then I moved straight into a nice clean semi. Caroline's old enough to own her own place. Why share?’

Dan turned his gaze skyward and whispered Karen's name in his head as if to secure his own memory of it.

‘Does it matter?’

‘I'm curious.’

‘She had to finance the PhD herself. Rent is cheaper than a mortgage.’ As Dan lied, he realised he had no idea why Karen still shared with Cindy. But he did know the idea of discussing Karen's living arrangements made him want to crawl into a deep hole and never climb out.

‘That's something. But is she moving in with you?’

He hesitated, weighing out the projected satisfaction of lying against the ease of telling the truth. He opted for the latter. ‘We don't have any plans for that.’

The smug, knowing smile on Maxine's lips made him want to change his answer.

‘Here, my boy,’ Julian nudged his shoulder with a steaming mug.

Dan took it and gratefully slurped from the rim.

‘Darling, have you fixed the garden yet?’

‘Give him a break, woman.’ Julian actually raised his voice, a rare and frightening occurrence. Even Maxine glanced at him askance.

‘A simple question. What's the matter with you two today?’

Dan rubbed his forehead. ‘I wanted to do the house first. The garden can wait.’

‘Do you still have that ghastly pond?’

‘I filled it in.’

‘Good. May I at least see that?’

Sighing, Dan put his tea down and reopened the back door. He ushered his mother through then followed. Julian joined them.

Maxine marched to the bottom of the garden and stopped at the edge of a patch of freshly turned earth.

‘Even without flowers it's much nicer like this.’

Dan shrugged.

‘And now you have space for a vegetable patch. Organic food is good for you.’

‘Mum . . .’

‘I read an article last week about all the chemicals in our food. Terrible. It's a wonder any of us are still alive.’

He nodded.

‘I forgot my tea. One moment, darling.’ Maxine pranced back to the house.

Dan put his head in his hands. He gave a wordless groan.

Julian patted his back. ‘Deep breaths, my boy.’

‘Why can't she just be normal?’

The older man smiled. ‘You never did understand, that is normal. For your mother.’

‘Every time she speaks, I feel like I'm going through a wrangler.’

‘Try living with her.’ He grinned. ‘It does look better, by the way. The pond was too much work for a busy man like you. And you don't need a veggie garden.’

‘I only said it to shut her up.’

‘I thought so. As if you have time with this girlfriend of yours.’

‘Don't you start, too.’

Julian's eyes twinkled. ‘What? I think she's lovely; intelligent clearly, dedicated obviously. It sounds like you struck gold.’

Dan gave his first real smile in hours. ‘Thanks, Dad. Convince Mum, will you?’

‘I'll try. Where is she?’

‘Tea, she said.’

‘What's taking so long?’

Dan looked at the house. He frowned and peered through the window into the empty kitchen. Cold knots filled his stomach. He closed his eyes. ‘She's not there. I think she's in my bedroom.’

Adult Excerpt 

As Dan parked the car, a low moan quivered from the passenger side. Karen slumped against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her, bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he slapped her thigh hard enough to make her yelp.

‘Well done, Kaz. Take it out now.’

She moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. ‘I still don't get to come?’

The pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. ‘Not yet.’

‘I hate you sometimes.’

‘You'll thank me later. Promise.’

Her fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around. Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling his nostrils with the wonderful smell.

‘Put it in there.’

Karen shoved the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series of slow breaths.

‘Better?’ he asked.

‘I suppose.’ Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.

Dan chuckled and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He stroked her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. ‘Karen,’ he murmured, ‘my sweet, little Kitten. You'll be okay.
Before the night is out you'll get to come.’

She whined. ‘But I need it now.’

He peered over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park. How could he resist?

‘Now?’ he whispered. ‘Here? In the street? I can do that.’ With deft hands, he gripped her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She jumped.

‘I could,’ he breathed in her ear, ‘and no one would think anything of it. Not here. I could hold you against the car.’ He did, pushing her hands out to lie flat on the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation of her breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She groaned.

‘I could pull off your knickers.’ Dan released her hands and teased his way back under the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. ‘Wait, you're not wearing any.’

‘You bloody took them!’

‘I know.’ Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp and musky. ‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful . . .

‘It would only take a few minutes.’ He thrust his hips against her. ‘Wouldn't even have to pull my trousers down all the way. A quick fuck.’ When he nipped her ear, a low growl rumbled at the back of her throat.
Her instant responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his trousers. He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn't do to let the submissive know that she was actually the one in charge.

‘You'd love that, wouldn't you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle of a public car park. You're such a dirty girl.’

The loud slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill of power made Dan's head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent of Karen's arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any over the counter aphrodisiac.

‘Do you still need to come? Now?’ As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and round the front to cup her pussy. So hot. So wet. He groaned. ‘You shaved?’

Karen humped his fingers. ‘Of course I did. It's Sugar Dust.’

‘I love it when you're smooth down there. It's so fucking sexy. You missed a bit though.’

‘You try catching everything with a shitty lady-razor.’

‘Don't worry, it's amazing.’ Dan glanced over his shoulder. ‘Don't move.’

The lights in the huge exclusive club made pools of yellow light on the tarmac. Though he heard the faint notes of music from within, he heard no voices. Saw no people. Perfect. He dropped to his knees behind Karen and pressed his nose against her backside. He rubbed his cheek against her lower one then nipped the fleshy underside of her arse. She gasped. He did it again. A third time. The fourth bite drew forth a strangled wail as he brought his teeth together and turned his head from side to side.

‘You're mine,’ he whispered, made bold by her intense responses. ‘This mark proves you're mine.’

Karen sounded like she might be having trouble breathing. ‘You don't need a mark to prove that.’
He traced his finger along her trembling inner thigh. Thick, slippery wetness coated his fingers, a tangible reminder of the day she'd had. He licked it away. ‘You've been so good today. It will be worth it, little Kitten.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good. You ready?’



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July 9, 2015

To Take A King by Stormy Glenn; Book One in the Venusian Trilogy


Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters from Mars. Vampires come from Saturn, humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...he just doesn't know it yet.

Nicolas Callon had no idea that his life was going to change the day he turned twenty five. He had simply been hoping to spend a little time with his best friend and secret crush Cooper Walsh. But nothing turns out like he had hoped. From interfering ex-girlfriends to aliens from outer-space, Nicky’s day just goes to hell.
The one bright spot is Cooper, and the passionate interlude they share mere moments before Nicky’s life turns upside down. As he whisked away to parts unknown, it might be all Nicky has to keep himself sane because being told he’s king of the galaxy pales in comparison to watching the man he loves get shot before his very eyes.

If Nicky can find a way back to earth, he might have a chance of making his birthday wish come true. If not, then everything he has gained as king will be meaningless.


“Well, fuck a duck.” Nicolas Callon glanced down to see what had tripped him.



Not a damn thing.

Rolling his eyes, Nicky turned and continued walking around the outdoor tables of the sidewalk café. This wouldn’t be the first time he had tripped, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. If there was something for Nicky to trip over, or nothing at all, he tripped. He was a certified klutz.

He was just glad the bottled waters he carried hadn’t been opened. More times than he cared to remember, he had ended up tossing his drinks all over whoever was around him when he stumbled.

Nicky’s gaze darted to where his best friend sat as the jazz music played softly in the background. They were sitting outdoors of the café, but Nicky had had to go inside for the water. It wasn’t quiet summer yet and a gentle breeze blew off the mountains to stir strands of his hair. He tucked them behind his ear as he stopped at their table.

“Here you go, Coop.” He held one of the bottles out to his best friend—and the man he secretly dreamed of every second of every day. Cooper smiled up at him as he took the bottle, the deep dimples on either side of his face surfacing.

And that right there would be why Nicky lived and breathed for Cooper Walsh.

He was the most gorgeous creature ever created. Taller than the average man by more than a few inches, Cooper was the epitome of masculinity. From his wide shoulders and broad chest to his thick thighs and long legs, Cooper was every gay man’s wet dream in one big bear of a package.

His raven-black hair curled around his face as if trying to caress his golden skin. His copper eyes twinkled when he laughed. And his lips…oh, Nicky had fantasies about those plush lips, and all of them involved the two of them being buck-ass naked.

Unfortunately they would never be more than fantasies.

Nicky sighed as he took a seat next to his friend and he unscrewed the cap on his water. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off of Coop as the guy talked to a few of their friends.

Cooper Walsh was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. He had taken Nicky under his wing after defending him in the sandbox when they were five years old, and had been defending Nicky ever since. Cooper was also a compassionate friend who never batted an eye when Nicky cascaded through his turbulent and sometimes erratic emotions.

But friendship only went so far, and the buxom blond on the other side of Cooper was proof enough that the man was most decidedly not gay. One fateful kiss when they’d both had way too much to drink—a kiss that Cooper quickly put an end to—did not make the man gay. And that meant that Nicky could dream until his balls turned blue and shriveled up but it wouldn’t get him any closer to living out a single one of his fantasies.

Cooper waved a hand in front of Nicky’s face. “So, what do you think?”

“Huh?” Nicky blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around to find all eyes on him. Heat suffused his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”

Cooper chuckled as he playfully bumped their shoulders together. “We thought we’d head on down to the lake and go swimming. You game?”

Nicky glanced at the blond bimbo hanging onto Cooper as if he’d escape if she let go. The calculating gleam he could see in the woman’s blue eyes unnerved him. She might seem bubbly and clueless but there was something about her that set Nicky on edge.

He didn’t like her.

“No, you go on ahead. I’ve got some painting to do.” Sort of. It was true he had painting to do but he always had painting to do. That was what he did. But he could have taken the afternoon off if he really wanted to. He really did, but not with an entourage of other people.

“Ah, come on, Nicky,” Coop wheedled as his smile spread wider. “Get out and smell the fresh air. I’ll bet it gives you some inspiration.”

“Oh, let him go, honey,” Little Miss Barbie Boobs said as she pressed said boobs into Cooper’s arm until they threatened to pop right out of the top of her pink-and-white striped string bikini top. How she stuffed those voluptuous breasts into a top that small was beyond Nicky, and probably most of the scientific community.

Nicky’s eyes narrowed when she trailed a finger up Cooper’s neck to the bottom of his ear before leaning in to whisper—rather loudly—”We could have a good time, just the two of us.”

The smile slid from Cooper’s face faster than Nicky could blink. “I told you when you showed up that it was Nicky’s birthday and I’d be spending the day with him. You said you understood.”

Judie stood and took a step back, obviously feeling the heat of Cooper’s anger. It was never good when the big man became heated. “Well, I…” Judie smiled sweetly, her voice lowering to what she probably thought was a sultry tone. It wasn’t. For Nicky, it was more like fingernails down a chalkboard. “I just thought since he wanted to go paint that we could…”

Nicky tuned her out and got up, heading toward the street when Judie began trailing her hot-pink nails over the edges of Cooper’s gray tank top. There were some things a love-struck man shouldn’t have to deal with. Watching Barbie Boobs fawn all over Cooper wasn’t one of the things he could stomach.

He’d rather have his balls snipped with rusty sheers.

After walking two blocks, a black truck pulled up beside him and slowed. Nicky’s lips twitched when the truck kept pace with him, which was a slow stroll. Cooper didn’t say a word as he pushed the passenger door open.

Nicky kept walking.

Cooper kept driving.

Nicky sighed as he stopped and turned, his hands landing on his hips. He waved one back behind Cooper’s truck. “You’re holding up traffic, you know.”

“No.” Copper eyes twinkled with amusement. “You are holding up traffic.”

Nicky crossed his arms. He shot a quick glance to the two cars idling behind Cooper before looking back at the gorgeous man. He eyed the empty seat then lifted an eyebrow in query. “Where’s Barbie Boobs?”

Cooper’s shoulders lifted and then fell. “Having cotton stuffed in her ears to stop the rapid loss of air.”

Nicky sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it to keep from laughing. It took him a moment to regain his composure enough to talk. “Are you supposed to say something like that about your girlfriend?”

Cooper’s expression turned to a suspicious grimace as he rested both hands on the steering wheel and looked out the front window. “Judie is not my girlfriend.”

“Does she know that?”

Cooper looked Nicky right in the eyes. “She does now.”


“Kiss me, Nicky.”

Cooper refused to take no for an answer. He knew once Nicky forgot to be afraid and realized Cooper was truly interested, the man would accept what was between them.

Cooper leaned forward and covered Nicky’s mouth, using his tongue to tease Nicky’s lips apart. Nicky groaned and within seconds, he was pressing into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Cooper in.

Cooper devoured Nicky’s lips, licking, sucking, teasing. He kissed a trail from Nicky’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Nicky. His hands swept over Nicky’s naked chest and down to his hips.

When Cooper glanced down at Nicky, the man’s golden-blond eyebrows were ups somewhere around the top of his head. His eyes were wide and round. Shocked.

“Did you like that, baby?”

Nicky nodded wordlessly.

“Then you’re going to love this.” Keeping his eyes locked with the man soon to be his lover, he swallowed Nicky’s straining erection, wrapping his lips around the flared head of the man’s cock. The taste of pre-cum exploded on his tongue and he knew he wanted more.

The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of Nicky’s cock trickled over his tongue. Cooper prayed he was doing it right as he licked those drops away. He had never given a blow job before. Cooper might have had his fair share of sex in the past, but only with women. He had kept this part of himself for Nicky.

Cooper slowly pushed forward until he felt the cock nudge the back of his throat, and further still, letting his throat muscles relax until pubic hairs tickled his face. He heard a swift intake of air and then Nicky shuddered.

Encouraged by Nicky’s response, Cooper began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hallowed as he moved Nicky’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He ran his tongue over the slit at the top of Nicky’s cock and then under the edge of the crown.

Wanting more contact, Cooper grabbed the edge of Nicky’s shorts and worked them the rest of the way down the man’s legs. He released Nicky’s cock and leaned back, his breath catching at the sight of the debauched angel in front of him. Cooper seriously doubted he would ever see anything so stunning again.
His beautiful Nicky laid there, thighs spread wide, pearly drops of cum gathering on the tip of his hard shaft as it stood up from his nearly hairless groin. There was a heated flush to Nicky’s skin that made him glow, but it was the need in Nicky’s green eyes that drew Cooper more than anything.

Had anyone in his life ever looked at him with such want?

Cooper refused to take his eyes off the man he had been waiting years for, not now when he had Nicky right where he wanted him. He blindly reached over and opened the glove compartment, rooting around until his fingers landed on the tube of slick he kept in there for times when his fantasies of Nicky became too much and he needed a little relief.

Cooper popped the lid open and squeezed a fair amount of lube out onto his fingers. He had watched a lot of videos and practiced anal sex with some of the women he had dated over the years, but he had never done anything with a man. He had been saving that for Nicky.

The women he had been with in the past were just that—in the past. Knowing Nicky held his heart, Cooper never made the women he dated any promises beyond a few stolen moments of fun. It had been a way to pass the time while he waited for Nicky to realize they were meant to be together, and to learn how to make Nicky feel more pleasure than he ever thought possible. Cooper wanted to be experienced, but there were some things that were sacred.

Cooper dropped the tube of lube onto the seat beside Nicky’s hip and then trailed his fingers over the man’s balls, watching them shrink up before moving them down further. He smirked when Nicky’s soft inhale spilt through the air.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Co–Coop, wha–what—”

Cooper heard the confusion in Nicky’s voice, but he also heard the pleasure. Nicky was starting to fly high. Cooper intended to send him into the stratosphere. He pressed the tip of one finger into Nicky’s tight ring of muscles, pushing forward until he was up to his knuckle.

Nicky’s entire body seized, a low keening cry falling from the man’s lips. Cooper glanced up as he pushed his finger deeper and watched Nicky’s thick eyelashes flutter. Cooper had spent years watching and reading the emotions that flowed across Nicky’s face. The ecstasy flushing his cheeks wasn’t one he had ever seen, but he knew he’d do everything in his power to see it again. It was almost more imperative than breathing.

“So beautiful, Nicky,” Cooper said as he added a second finger to the first, moving them slowly in and out of Nicky’s ass. He could feel Nicky’s thighs stiffen under his hands and knew that Nicky wouldn’t take long to come.

He leaned down and closed his lips completely around Nicky’s cock again, sucking his length all the way down until his nose was buried in the soft curls at the root before pulling back again. Cooper licked a long path from the tip of Nicky’s cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. He felt Nicky’s hand tighten in his hair as he started moving his fingers faster, thrusting them into Nicky’s tight ass and then pulling them out, every time searching out that little gland of pleasure.

Cooper took Nicky deeper into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he slid the cock to the back of his throat and then took the heated flesh down his throat. Cooper eagerly licked at the erection as he moved his head back. By the time he reached the slit on the head of Nicky’s cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and started dripping down the sides. Cooper eagerly licked at each drop until his mouth exploded in flavor.

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July 8, 2015

MFRW Book Hook- Merry "Chris" Mas by Clare Dargin. The Love Play Matchmaking Service Book One

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

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?

A Siren Erotic Romance


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.

* * * *

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.

Author Bio

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.