Excerpt from Eye Candy and Achy Hearts

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(#MM #romance #erotic #kinkylace #chocolate #flirtyD/s)

Love and romance have eluded Jeffrey all his life. He still lives in his mother’s house, he hates his job as an accountant, and he’s never been in love. In desperation, he signs up as AchyHeart1945 for an online dating site. For three months, he enjoys late-night exchanges with a man using the screen name EyeCandy2933. What began as a way to ease Jeffrey’s aching, lonely heart erupts into a real-life sexual encounter when, on a whim, he invites his younger friend to join him in a one-night-only, no-string-attached, steamy hook-up. And EyeCandy2933 accepts. But online fantasies can easily devolve into disappointment when confronted with reality. Will that be the case on this Valentine’s Day?

Jeffrey has finally reached a point when he has to take a chance or go out of his mind. But when AchyHeart1945 finally meets EyeCandy2933, everything changes. For good or for bad is yet to be determined. Jeffrey may discover that love and romance at any age can be an amazing thing.

Excerpt:

Friday night. It had been a long, exhausting week of not-so-happy surprises. I was desperate. I did this, perhaps selfishly, just for me.

I guess the devil had me by the balls when I sent off that message asking if he wanted to hook up in RL. That’s real life for those not in the know. I went full-out and revealed, in what felt like anonymous fashion, ’cause it was online and one can hide so easily behind a computer screen, my deepest, sexiest wet-dream fantasy. An online relationship can give you that kind of freedom. Makes you feel like you can just throw your fantasy out there, be someone you’re not. Be someone you want to be. I took my chances.

An email response from EyeCandy2933 told me I could have that fantasy. He wanted to give it to me. Sure, we’d been corresponding for several months now. Little flirtations, some pretty hot and sexy. Other times, late at night, we’d chat into the wee hours of the morning about anything and everything. The story of my life with relationships, I guess. I could ignore the email response he’d just sent me. I could ignore my yearnings. After all, I wasn’t the type to adventure out. I was a simple nerdy accountant who worked in a dusty little corner office with no windows. I was someone who didn’t have steamy, hot love affairs.

I thought about it for several days. There was something between us–EyeCandy2933 and me. We hadn’t just exchanged one-handed steamy explicit messages. We had actually “talked” about stuff that seemed to matter. So I took a chance, and almost gave myself a heart attack in the process.

I’ll be there.

I sent the message off, my heart pounding. What had I just done?

But just the thought of what awaited kept me hard and hurting for the last few days as I tried to steel myself for the mounting pressure of tax season as credits, debits, and deadlines pummeled at my brain. I needed to breathe, I needed space, I needed a fantasy even more than I needed oxygen.

I knew from our exchanges over the last three months–and I don’t mean explicit photos of his cock or mine–I knew EyeCandy2933 was literate, he knew how to spell, he could string his thoughts together in intelligent fashion. I knew his photo likely wasn’t a real image of himself, but it didn’t matter. I was certainly no prize. Online relationships weren’t always known for being truthful. But the way he represented himself in his emails, I found him very sexy. Word-sexy. My kind of guy sexy.

We exchanged thoughts on the most recent bestseller, on financial matters–cliffs and crises. We argued in friendly fashion. We agreed that the latest hot action flick left us lukewarm. We both liked yoga and hiking. He liked Spanish food; I liked American. He had his own apartment; I still lived with my elderly mother. He was finishing up a doctorate in Latin American studies; I was established in a job as a CPA and well into a somewhat mundane career that no longer satisfied in the way it once had. He liked dark chocolate; I like butterscotch.

In my bedroom at my mother’s house, late at night, when I was feeling my loneliest, I’d lock the door, stretch out on the twin-sized bed in my plaid boxers, a cold bottle of beer on the nightstand, and I’d flip open my laptop. Eyecandy2933 would be there waiting. I’d envision him sitting there on his bed–a big one. Tight bikini underwear that left nothing to the imagination, ripped bod–fuck it made me so hard thinking about what he might be like in RL. Even though I was a coward, he never failed me.

I couldn’t believe we were finally going to meet. Would he be disappointed? We’d never used the vidcam. I think we both wanted the fantasy of what might be waiting on the other side. Would I be disappointed, when we finally met in person?

Since Valentine’s Day to be exact–three days ago–the anticipation about meeting EyeCandy2933 was more stressful than knowing that my boss had just slimmed down his staff and informed us at a staff meeting that those of us left behind would have to pull our weight plus some. Translated, that meant stuffing forty-eight hours of work into twenty-four. This job was going to be the death of me. I hated it.

As my midnight hour drew closer, I kept thinking I should cancel. I glanced at the pile of paperwork on my desk that needed to be translated and transformed into tax advantages for our clients. I knew I wasn’t going to cancel. I definitely needed the fantasy.

John Smith and Douglas Jones. That’s the name the room was registered in. It was the type of hotel where the desk attendant didn’t ask questions. Not too sleazy, let’s just call them discreet. As long as the money wasn’t counterfeit, they could have cared less whose name was on the register.

On the night in question, my hand trembled as I slipped the key card into the door slot on the sixth floor of the Remington Hotel on West Main Street. Fuck! Red light. Try it again. Bzzzt! The story of my life. One more time. Three’s the charm, right? Green light meant go. Bells ringing. Ding-dong, ding-dong. Open Sesame. Stupid kid’s tale, as I entered my own Aladdin’s cave filled with what I hoped would be my personal jewel of exotic delight.

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An Excerpt from Smooth Finish

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(#MF, contemporary, #eroticromance #secondchance)

Cody Marx had dated Jared Creed for a short time back in high school and she’d never forgotten him. But when Jared’s stepfather died and his half-brother, Kenny, got into trouble, they drifted apart. Years later they both are now professional subcontractors working on the same remodeling project–the old MacKenzie Homestead just outside Esmerelda, Massachsuetts.

Cody and Jared have both changed and matured since those teen-age years, but will the innocent spark of passion ignited long ago burst into the blazing flame of revitalized desire?

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Two emotions warred inside Cody at the sound of Jared’s voice. Relief and acute embarrassment at him finding her in such a precarious situation.

The intrusion at least had the desired effect on Drew because he dropped his hands as though he’d been touching hot coals and stepped back. She let out a relieved sigh.

“Hello, Jared, how are things going?”

Cody noticed that Jared had a cloth in one hand and was wiping a sharp-edged tool he held in the other. His gaze locked with Cody’s and she couldn’t break the contact.

“Everything’s moving along pretty well. I don’t see any problem in getting the job done on schedule.”

Jared raised his gaze to meet Drew’s, and Cody saw his expression change to a fierce, granite-hard look. Although his stance appeared non-threatening, the look in his eyes was not. Surprisingly, Drew grew flustered.

“Yes, well, I better be going. I just stopped in to see if you needed anything or had encountered any problems.”

“Nothing here. How about you, Cody?”

“No, everything’s under control. No problem.”

Drew turned and walked toward the door. He paused and looked back at Cody. “What time do you want me to pick you up tonight?”

The sonofabitch! How dare he assume he could blackmail her because of her father.

“Now listen—”

“I’m afraid she’s already committed tonight, Evans,” Jared inserted smoothly. “She’s already agreed to go out with me.”

Cody tried to hide the surprise and shock she felt at his words. What date?

Drew looked first at Jared and then at Cody. “Is that so? Well, isn’t that an interesting development. I expect you both to keep your minds on the job and finish up on time.” He turned to face Cody. “We’ll talk later.” Then he slammed out of the house without another word.

Cody couldn’t quite find her voice. She heard Drew’s truck spin out as he drove away. She had a feeling their confrontation wouldn’t be the last. Clearing her throat, she turned to look up at Jared. “I’m sorry you had to witness that little scene.”

She walked to the entrance of the sitting room, clenching and unclenching her hands. This was a really awkward situation.

“I’m glad I walked in when I did. Does he make a habit of trying those kinds of strong-arm tactics often?”

She shrugged. “He thinks he’s God’s gift. I can handle him.” She couldn’t look at Jared. He’d just seen her at her worst, and she hated that it had happened. That Drew had put her in that position and thought he had a right to do it.

She heard Jared’s steps behind her and then his hands were on her shoulders as he turned her to face him. His hand cupped her chin and gently forced her to look at him. “I know you can handle him. The point is, you shouldn’t have to.”

Her body responded to his nearness, and she felt a fierce heat build inside. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his skin beneath her fingers in some very unprofessional ways, and she tried not to think about it.

“Thanks for stepping in, anyway.” She felt tongue-tied, at a loss for words. “It was sweet of you to try to defuse the situation.”

“You will go out with me tonight, right? I hadn’t meant to ask you in quite that way, but now that it’s out there—”

She licked her lips. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know that. I want to take you out. Cody, we’ve lost a lot of time. There were reasons, but I really want to try again.”

She had to be hearing things. Or dreaming. Jared wanted to take her out? She was finally going to get the chance she’d been fantasizing about?

“Are you sure, Jared? I don’t want a pity date. You aren’t obligated, you know?”

Without warning, he leaned down and slanted his hard lips over hers, driving his tongue deep inside her mouth. There was nothing she could do but surrender. Nor did she want to do other than that. Tingles of desire raced through her, down through her body, not stopping until they curled her toes inside the steel-toed work boots she wore.

The world spun, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, pressing herself close. His scent wrapped around her; she tasted him and wanted more. He lifted her, notching himself between her legs, and she curled one of her legs around his long hard frame, holding on for dear life as they tasted each other for long breathless minutes.

She felt his hard cock pressed perfectly against her center, felt liquid gush from her pussy, drenching her panties, as her insides spasmed with the need to know him in ways that had been thwarted long ago.

Finally, he pulled away and gazed down at her. His eyes were no longer hard granite but molten lava—intense and passionate, a hot, searing look. “Does that feel like I want a pity date?”

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Excerpt from Eluria’s Enforcer

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#sciencefiction #eroticromance #futuristic #MF

Book One of the Argadia Rebellion Trilogy. Devon Andromeda, a Nanus-altered Argadian Enforcer of the First Level, is assigned the mission to hunt down and eliminate Eluria Zydon, a rebel leader, who also happens to be the daughter of an Elite Tribunal Commander. Enforcers are altered and trained as assassins who retain no memories, or humanoid emotions that would hamper their purpose. Aggression is the only emotion unblocked in an Enforcer, the Tribunal directs their existence.

Eluria Zydon’s life is filled with more than enough memories and emotions for both Devon and her. She lives with the guilt of past injustice and her life has been dedicated to finding the cure to set Devon and those like him free. It is a payment she prays will free her soul once and for all from her tormenting past.

Confrontation on the lifeless planet, Serdion, will change them both forever. An explosion delivers Devon into Eluria’s hands. An experimental drug opens the floodgates to Devon’s emotions…and his memory. The first emotion he faces, and must learn to control is desire. Eluria has been trained as a Twilight Companion and has the knowledge to help him harness his passions. Will he accept her help? Or is his only intent to complete his mission…her termination…

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For days she’d eluded him, trying to get to the secure cave she’d prepared without being discovered. There was no way she could capture him by herself. Kill him maybe—if she caught him unaware. Yet, she was so weary of the deaths. Each time she killed it was another mark on her soul. And there were so many already. She sought only to evade him. The point of the antidote was to save lives, not sacrifice more. Once she reached her sanctuary, he would be unable to detect her location as it was veined in plordium, a natural yet effective mask to any tracking devices the Tribunal might use. Eluria stepped out from beneath the overhang and squinted up at the sky. The firestorm had abated. She scanned the desolate, rocky area around her, hand poised in readiness above the weapon strapped at her
hip.

Serdion had once been the home of a benevolent, thriving community. It had been destroyed because word spread that Serdion insurgents planned to overthrow Argadia. But it had been a ruse. Once it was a beautiful planet, rich, lush, teeming with life. Until it was discovered it contained several rich deposits of Talagite. The indigo colored, glowing nuggets were considered priceless by the greedy and powerful on Argadia. A very lucrative deal had been struck with certain members of the Tribunal, and the Enforcers were sent out to secure the planet and subdue its supposed insurgents. It was such a surprise when exploring the planet, a team accidentally discovered the
Talagite. Once the Talagite had been mined, the planet was stripped, and all life destroyed on Serdion. All done in the name of the Tribunal for some pretty baubles and more power. Such tragedy, pain, and suffering from what had once been a welcoming, indulgent society. All based on lies. The Tribunal must be stopped, whatever the price.
Eluria began to gather her things quickly and moved toward her velocitor. She had to get to the cave.

A shadow moved between her and her destination, halting her abruptly, heart thudding in her chest. She dropped what she was carrying and reached for her weapon.

“Rebel Leader Eluria Zydon, dishonored daughter of High Commander Clorial Zydon of Argadia, your end has arrived. Prepare.”

She stayed her hand as she eyed the weapon aimed at her. Her gaze slowly rose and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Devon Andromeda,” she rasped out. Shock pulsed through her. Standing before her was her nemesis. The man she’d sacrificed everything to save. Merciful Symion, was this how it would end? Would Guardian truly be so cruel?

She saw a brief, halting flicker of what looked like surprise in his merciless blood red gaze when she’d uttered his name. Then the fire banked and surged. She knew by the look of him, there was no hope, there would be no salvation. He didn’t recognize her. How could he, when he had no memory of the Before? She carried no weapon powerful enough to stop him, nor was she fast enough. He was in Killing Frenzy. She knew his
reputation. Impotently, she watched as his finger tightened on the deadly weapon.

She knew defeat. Even if she had a worthy weapon, this was the one Enforcer she could never destroy. If her death meant he would live, so it must be.

“It is good you recognize the means of your end, Female. May your journey to Haydon be less painful, knowing the means by which you pass. You have been a worthy opponent.”

Closing her eyes, she raised both hands, curled them into fists and placed them over her heart. Delivering herself freely to death, she whispered the chant of acceptance. “Guardian, into your hands I release my light. I embrace my destiny. Your justice will endure.

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An Excerpt from Heart Break

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Heart Break (Wolf Pack 2)

a Vampyre Falls story.

#shapeshifter #werewolf #erotic romance #menage #MF #MFM #contemporary #dark fantasy

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There’s a new female destined for Vampyre Falls and she’s meant for Carson Black. There’s no resisting the primal call of the blistering, unquenchable hunger of the animal heat. Treynor and Rainna discovered its power. And now its about to claim Carson, the least likely of the brothers to be conquered. Or so he thought.

Petra Thornton is nothing like he expected. A captive used as a bargaining chip in a dangerous game. Yet somehow, she’s everything he desires, but should hate.

In Vampyre Falls, beneath the full moon, passion burns hot and lasting. If they don’t die first.

 

Excerpt:

Carson dropped forward to enclose one of her nipples with his mouth, teasing the bud with his teeth, and Petra shuddered with pleasure.

She felt the thick sensitivity of her clitoris and, as Carson suckled at her breast, she stroked her fingers across the engorged flesh, shattering as a powerful orgasm claimed her.

But the heat wouldn’t let her go…she wanted more. She recognized the scent emanating from the hallway just outside the bedroom door.

A knock at the door and then it slowly swung open. “Hey, lazybones, we’re supposed to–” The sound was stifled, but the intruder didn’t retreat.

She looked up to meet the curious eyes of Carson’s pack brother. She saw aroused interest in his eyes as he gazed at her. There was no room for embarrassment, not in this family.

Petra felt the surge of the animal heat. The scent of Donovan wedged its way through her. Carefully, she allowed Carson’s softening penis to slip from inside her and she slid off the bed, her attention now focused on the man in the doorway.

She strolled toward him, her hips swaying, cream drenching her thighs, uncaring of her nakedness, of the scent of sex saturating the atmosphere of the room. Of Carson’s scent still embedded deeply within her body. Donovan’s animal magnetism called to her and she could not resist. It had been building over the last few weeks. Their scents clung to her making her hungry, aching for the deeper connection. The ingrained instinct to mate with these brothers, the desire for intimate bonding with this magnetic wolf pack.

Carson had told her this would happen, but she’d thought she would be able to resist the earthy attraction. Apparently, she’d underestimated the strength of the animal heat. She didn’t know what had come over her, but suddenly she needed this man, too. Donovan’s dark gaze slid past her to the man spread out on the rumpled bed behind her.

“She’s caught in the heat. It’s getting stronger as we draw closer to the full moon.” She heard Carson say.

She saw Donovan nod and then his gaze moved back to her. His expression was one of passionate hunger as he inhaled her scent and his eyes traveled over her naked body. She was drenched in sexual fire, burning from inside, driven to offer her body to him, to quench the frenzied blaze in his lust. Lifting a hand, she brought it to her breast and circled a lazy finger around her nipple. The one that still glistened from Carson’s attentions. She cupped her breast and offered it to Donovan. No words were needed between them.

He dipped his head and seized the nipple with his mouth, and she sighed with pleasure. She arched up and one of her hands rose as though of its own accord to curl around his neck, bringing him closer. She felt his mouth open wider as he sucked more of her flesh inside, then he released her breast only to fasten his lips to her mouth. There was no meekness to the kiss. It was hot and drenching. Even as the lust of moments ago with Carson began to evaporate, it was now fueled again as Donovan’s questing tongue buried itself inside her mouth.

Her other hand dropped down to enclose his stiff erection, feeling the surging heat through the thick material of his jeans.

“So big, Donovan. And ready for me. I need you now.”

And then she felt Carson behind her, his naked body melded to hers. The two men sandwiched her between them, there in the open doorway. Carson rubbed against her back, cupped her buttocks, plumping and separating. She felt his cock pressing into the crease between her cheeks. He rubbed up and down, a hand curled around her hip as his fingers found her throbbing clit.

“It’s all right, Petra,” Carson said softly as he stroked over her clit. She released Donovan’s huge erection from his pants. It was Carson who lifted her, and Petra who positioned Donovan’s cock at her opening.

 

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