A View To Possession – Excerpt

SYNOPSIS:

Submissives Aurora and Tad mourn the loss of their beloved mistress. Two years after her death, although they have each other and the club that Aurora was left by Mistress Martine, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Something is missing. Enter Master Constantine Jardine.

Excerpt:

Con Jardine leaned back against the bar and studied the occupants of the room. For eight weeks he’d been coming here. By now he was familiar enough with the layout and routine of the place. For two years, ever since Martine’s death, he’d kept an eye on the Noir Dance from a distance. She’d been a good friend and he’d made her a promise.

He’d watched the nightclub prosper, seen that Mistress Martine’s two beloved subs did not find themselves in deep water that they couldn’t swim out of. Martine had indicated she wasn’t sure Aurora was up to the demands she had thrust onto her shoulders and was worried about their security and happiness.

After finally extricating himself from his own demanding obligations back in New York, and uncollaring the sub who’d been with him for the last three years while he’d been on assignment in New York, he’d made arrangements to travel back to Reno to check firsthand on the pair. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have brought Ella with him, it’s just that she preferred to stay in New York and not return with him to Nevada. They had parted on amicable terms. He had enjoyed her while they were together, but he wasn’t heartbroken by her decision to remain behind.

Reports from his acquaintances were that this pair was doing fine, but he wanted to see for himself. He felt a responsibility to Martine to personally make sure everything was going well, even though the reports he’d received on the club indicated they were.

At first he’d waited. He needed some space after the last lengthy relationship, time to breathe and get his own affairs in order. Yet something had drawn him to the club, some urgency he hadn’t quite understood. He was glad he had come because on the surface everything proceeded as though Martine still ran the place. But every night, as he watched the pair do their nightly appearance at midnight, that was when he was afforded an opportunity to really study them. And things were not right with them. He sensed the undercurrents of unease.

Over the years, having possessed his own share of slaves and submissives, he knew how to read people. Here were two people playacting, going through the motions, but still grieving for the loss of their domme. Aurora wore the role of mistress well, but behind the mask of domme was a sad, grieving sub who had made a promise to her mistress and was determined to carry it out no matter that her heart and soul lay bruised and unappreciated.

Tad was an intriguing young man, following Aurora around like a little puppy dog, acceding to her wishes, her commands. Con could see he cared for Aurora, but the respectful demeanor of a sub for his domme was not evident. And his gaze often roved over the bar, as though seeking something, someone to fill the void. Martine had said they both required a firm hand and that’s why she had come to Con. She’d worried about them right up until the end. She had contacted Con in desperation.

He could feel the crackle of the letters in his vest pocket. Her last words to them—if they should be needed. After two months of studying them, both here in the club, and as they went about their daily lives, he knew it was time. They were like lost sheep who pretended to know their way. Intelligent and careful, or they would have been gobbled up by the worst element by now, but still lost and in pain. He respected that demeanor of strength. Neither were willing to give up their freedom, or offer themselves to just anyone.

He was the one who could make it right for them. He had exerted patience over the last eight weeks, allowing them to see him, to become accustomed to his presence, to watch him, gauge his suitability. He had never been the kind of dom to force himself on a sub, pushing his control on them. He wanted them to come to him willingly and tonight was the night to make his intentions known with this couple. He would not let Martine down, and he would show this pair they had a new home, a new guide.

The music changed and he glanced down at his watch. It was time for them to make their entrance. He glanced up as the double shiny silver doors at the end of the room opened and the crowd parted and hushed as though on command.

The majority of this goth audience played at bondage, tinkered with it, but were not dedicated to the lifestyle. They were intrigued by the idea of it. Maybe that’s why no one could see through the pair as they performed for the gathering. The dance floor cleared and the pulse of the deep music acted like a trance on the predominately young, wealthy audience. They waited in heightened anticipation, those with partners suddenly locked and touching intimately, the tantalizing anticipation deepening their desires. The perfume of sex and excitement permeating the air, now tinged with the thick, smoky incense filling the room.

And then they appeared.

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June 13, 2018 0

Delicious Sinn

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Two men, born with a Montana-bred sense of adventure. Neither stays, both leave to make their fortune. Each walked a different line, made different choices. Both ended up in Seattle. One a jaded and scarred rocker with no dreams left; the other a young photo journalist who has a gift for dealing with wild things.

Both men have secrets. But one night’s chance encounter in a Seattle nightclub, will likely change their lives forever….

EXCERPT:

“What do you think my professions is?” Will responded.

Sinn gazed at him for long moments before answering. “Outdoors. You’re no more a man to sit behind a desk than me. Contractor? Engineer? Architect?” He pulled the hand on his ass around and examined it, even as they continued to sway to the music. He ran his hand over Will’s. He sucked the middle finger into his mouth. It proved another chance to show off his expert sucking abilities to Will. Slowly he pulled the glistening finger from his mouth and again examined it.

“Tanned, callused. But very tasty.” He tilted his head and looked into Will’s eyes. “Nothing soft about you. Not on the outside anyway. You climb rocks, don’t you? You’ve got hands that have done work. They’re used to doing it. And a body chiseled with hard muscle. Got any ideas on what you could do with that wet finger? Seems a shame to waste it.”

“Ah, too quick,” Will said. He tightened the fingers of his other hand around the handmade leather leash. “That’s a privilege you have to earn.”

Sinn quirked a slender blond brow. “Earn it? Exactly how should I go about earning your finger up my ass?”

Will whirled him around the floor as the music segued into some classic oldies. At the head of the playlist appeared to be “Slow Dancing” by Johnny Rivers.

“Oh, I’m sure I can think of some way for you to earn a good reaming.”

Sinn leaned up to kiss him, but Will pulled back. “Ah-ah. Did I say you could kiss me?”

Sinn looked shocked. “You expect me to ask?”

“I take it that’s a first for you. Something tells me you’ve had it pretty easy for a long time. A crook of the finger and men have dropped to their knees for you real easy.”

Something darkened in Sinn’s expression. The look intrigued Will. He saw something there, something that had to do with memories, something deep inside Sinn that he tried to hide. Will wanted it–whatever it was, he was going to peel back the exterior of Sinn Midnite and expose what lay beneath. He already knew some of it, but he planned to make Sinn admit all of it. Will sensed whatever it was, it was the key to the anger threaded through Sinn’s music.

He saw the vulnerability, something else Sinn Midnight kept safely hidden from discovery. He whirled Sinn off the dance floor into a darkened corner, shoving him up against the wall. His balled fist–the one wrapped in leather thong snuggled against the hollow of his throat, slowly rode upward along the curve, nudged beneath the tip of his bearded jaw, leather tangling with the pale hair, forcing Sinn’s head back, and back, stretched taut. Sinn wrapped his hand around Will’s wrist. Will saw desperation, fear…and something else, as Will stared into his widened, dilated gaze.

“When was the last time you were fucked, Sinn? When was the last time you let any of them have you? When was the last time it was you on your knees to someone?”

The look in Sinn’s eyes was now more a trapped animal, than the wild, unfettered thing Will had first encountered on the dance floor.

“Fuck you!” Sinn growled the words. Will tightened his grip on the tether.

“That’s not an answer. And it’s not going to get my cock up your ass. And that’s what you want, isn’t it Sinn? You want my young prick reaming you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’re so tired of the easy conquests. Tired of the fanboys. You want a man–a young one who can go the distance. One to make you feel again–to make you hungry–to make you beg. I wonder why? Why now? Why me? Do you think I can make you beg, Sinn? Tell me that’s what you want, beg me. And maybe I’ll give you exactly what you want–exactly what you need. More than your darkest dreams. Beg me.”

So many things were going on in Sinn’s expression as he stared up at Will. Eyes truly were the mirrors to the soul and right now Sinn’s soul was bared totally to Will’s view. A struggle was going on inside Sinn. A terrible struggle. And Will waited. He had no doubt what the outcome would be, none at all. It seemed he knew Sinn’s heart, his soul, almost as well as his own.
Will had done his homework before coming here tonight. He’d done it well.

He leaned in closer to Sinn. “What do you really want?” he whispered against Sinn’s ear. “Just say it. Admit it. Say the words we both know you want to say.”

Sinn’s lips trembled, a contradiction to the tautness of his body. He would fight it, all the way. But inside, the man’s needs would leverage the outcome. He wanted Will and there was only one way to have him. They both knew what his answer had to be. Sinn was not going to walk away.

“Show me how bad you want it. What would you do to get me to kiss you? What would you do to have me fuck you?”

Slowly he removed his fist from beneath Sinn’s jaw, he unwound the thong, let the end drape down Sinn’s chest. He stepped away. It was now or never. This was the deciding moment. For a full minute Sinn stared at him, eye-to-eye. Then slowly, oh-so-slowly he dropped to his knees.

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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?

EXCERPT:

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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An Excerpt from Heart Break

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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Stormy Weather – EXCERPT

Two men meet on a dark and dangerous night, strangers who quickly will become passionate lovers. Neither Drake nor Vic are looking for a new relationship. But during a torrential rainstorm, when the lights go out, blazing passion erupts. From that first moment on a deserted country road, when Drake’s car broke down and he needed a tow and a mechanic, Vic comes to the rescue. It will be a weekend of discovery, of passion, sizzling exploration, and of revelations they will never forget. But what will happen when the rains stop and the skies clear?

EXCERPT

Vic leaned up on his knees and held out a hand. “Come on, baby,” he said softly. “I promise, I’ll make it good for you.”

Drake’s gaze locked with Vic’s. He held out his hand and Vic’s fingers curled around Drake’s drawing him forward. Vic pulled him down and claimed his lips as he hauled him into the tub.

Drake reared up. “Shit. You didn’t tell me it was going to be freezing.”

Vic pushed him back against the side and rose over him. “You’ll get used to it in a minute. We’ll warm this water up real fast.”

It was late summer, so technically the water wasn’t freezing, but it sure was a shock when Vic yanked him in like that. Vic expertly used his hands to clean Drake. He ducked his head under the water and scrubbed Drake’s hair clean of mud.

“There you go, man, all squeaky clean. Like you’ve never been wallowing in the mud.”

“That was your fault,” Drake said as he rubbed away the dirt clinging to Vic’s body. And then his hands moved lower, encountering Vic’s stiff erection. “Hmm, look what I found. I’m thinking we better make sure every inch of you is clean.”

Vic pushed him back against the edge of the tub and rubbed his body against Drake’s. “I’ve got better plans for that particular equipment.” He reached around to cup Drake’s ass cheeks. “Turn around,” he said in a tone of voice that was more growl than words. “Grip the edge of the tub. I’m not going to wait another second to fuck you.”

Drake shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold water, which seemed to have warmed up with the heat of their two bodies. Drake turned to face the edge of the trough and gripped it with both hands. He and Aaron had never even done it in the tub, so this was going to be an entirely new experience for him. As though everything else they’d done tonight wasn’t?

The tub wasn’t that deep and he knelt there in the water, waiting. Anticipating. Needing to feel the man behind him. Needing Vic’s dick inside him. Needing to connect with this man in that most intimate of ways.

Vic’s fingers were at his hole, circling and circling, sending Drake spinning into a vortex of arousal. He reached around to grip Drake’s cock, masturbating him with one hand as he penetrated Drake’s anus with the other.

Drake gasped as the tip of Vic’s finger slipped inside, bowed his head and closed his eyes as he absorbed the feeling of being invaded.

“You okay?” Vic asked.

Drake nodded, the pleasure swamping through him as Vic pressed deeper with his finger, and his other hand stroked up and down Drake’s thickening erection.

“Did he ever do you like this?” Vic asked.

Drake knew who he meant and he shook his head. “No. Never.”

As a second finger joined the first, Drake felt Vic’s lips against his shoulder, his teeth razing along the column of his neck. “Good,” Vic said just before he snagged Drake’s earlobe.

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A View To Possession by Adrianna Dane

(#erotic romance #contemporary #MFM, MMF #bisexual)

Submissives Aurora and Tad mourn the loss of their beloved mistress. Two years after her death, although they have each other and the club Mistress Martine left to Aurora, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Something is missing. Enter Master Constantine Jardine.

Aurora has taken the lead since Martine’s death, a role in which she doesn’t feel comfortable. But she made a promise to her Mistress. She watches the monitors of Noir Dance, and for the last two months an attractive stranger has caught her eye. Something about him draws her, but having lost one mistress, she’s not ready to submit herself to the will of a master. Tad, on the other hand is ready to move on and urges her to introduce herself to the man they both desire.

Con Jardine has patience and is willing to wait for the perfect opportunity to introduce himself to the attractive pair at the nightclub. He made a promise to Martine, yet he’d had no idea how much he would desire to possess this beautiful couple for himself, and not strictly as a duty to a woman he’d admired. When the moment of possession finally arrives, and these three come together at last, the promise fulfilled will be nothing any of them could have ever anticipated…

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Odium by Adrianna Dane (#MM, #eroticromance, #contemporary, #bdsm, #submission)
Something is missing from Chaz’s life and it’s going to kill his career as an artist if he can’t resolve it. What’s missing is passion—real, honest-to-goodness passion—and emotional connection. Without it, there is no art. In desperation to find answers, Chaz takes a job at an all-night diner, hoping something, or someone, will spark that passion.
He’s not wrong, because one night, a mysterious man with a simple tattoo enters the diner. Chaz senses something different about the stranger, and becomes intrigued when the man arrives with a different date every Friday night. And what transpires in that last booth on Fridays at midnight is enough to spark anyone’s libido.

Icarus Smith, a former slave in the BDSM world, is trying to break out of a lifestyle that has become onorous and destructive. And he has taken drastic measures to accomplish this, but it’s not easy turning to affluent clients with dark needs for the only relationships he allows himself. Things, however, are about to change. … When a new employee shows up at the diner, all hell breaks loose for both Chaz and Icarus as they fight against the unrelenting grip of fate.

Two men, vastly different, and yet some spark, some need, some danger draws one to the other. Is it simply desperation, or can this be true love, the one thing that has eluded both men until now?

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April 24, 2018 0

The Boy Next Door – EXCERPT

Side by side, heart touching heart, until the day he left without a word. After fifteen years, he’s come back to the street, to the memories of the girl he loved passionately, and the terrible secrets of the house he hated. There was only one place he’d held heaven in his arms. She had been the angel who shielded him from his living hell and the tree house their safe haven. The tree house still stood, but would her love have survived his abandonment after all these years, even if he’d had no other choice?

EXCERPT

“May I come in, Jo?”
A spasm of pain clutched at her. If she let him in she would never get rid of his presence in this house. She would always feel him, and it scared her because she had thought, for just a moment, when she considered tearing down the tree house, that she might be free of his memory once and for all.
And then he showed up at her door, as though someone, somewhere didn’t want her to forget. Why her? Didn’t she have a right to find some peace in her life? Someone to share her life with? Who wanted her as he hadn’t? Why dredge up the past? Now?
But something had her pushing the screen door open and moving back from the doorway as he stepped inside. She closed the door and led him down the hallway and into the front room.
“Please, sit down. Would you like some coffee?” Such a polite enquiry. It dropped into the uneasy years of silence between them. A dark chasm of time that had stretched year after year, always leaving her standing at the edge of an emptiness she couldn’t run fast enough to escape.
He unzipped his jacket and sat down. The dark jeans molded tightly over his muscular thighs. “Coffee would be nice.” She watched as he surveyed the room. “It’s the way I remember it.”
She nodded and swiftly left the room, hurrying into the kitchen. With one hand she clutched at her fluttery, spasming stomach as she gripped the edge of the Formica counter with the other.
His scent clung to her, the powerful male scent she remembered. It infused and permeated her skin, sinking deep inside her. The ache of longing reduced her to a mass of quivering nerves.
Taking long, deep breaths, she attempted to steady herself. She couldn’t allow him to see what his presence in this house was doing to her.
She reached under the cupboard and pulled out a tray. Luckily, she’d just made a pot of coffee. She grabbed the blue and white ceramic sugar bowl and cream pitcher setting next to the coffee pot, then pulled out a couple of spoons from a drawer. Opening the cupboard door next to the sink, she pulled down two matching cups and saucers and placed them on the tray. She had to use both hands to pour the coffee without splashing it all over the tray.
Another spasm of pain gripped her as she looked at the coffee cups. There had been a time when she’d known everything about his likes and dislikes. Tears rose to her eyes. When did he start drinking coffee? Did he use cream and sugar? Or did he drink it black? Did he have a wife or a lover who knew the mature man in the other room as she had once known the boy?
Her hands shook as she tried to pick up the tray and she had to set it back down. She looked out the window, and her focus caught the tree house in the distance.
She wanted to run as far and fast as she could. She didn’t want to be faced with the polite conversation of two strangers who no longer knew each other.
More deep breaths.
“Can I take that for you?”
If she hadn’t been leaning against the counter, she probably would have fallen to the blue tile floor when her knees gave out at the sound of the voice close behind her.
She released the tray and shifted to the side, but couldn’t get the courage up to turn to face him. Not just yet.
“Yes, thank you. You can put in on the coffee table. I’ll be right in.” Her voice didn’t hold the cool firmness she would have liked. It was husky and tight, quivering with suppressed tears. She didn’t know if she could go through with this. She should just tell him to leave.
His arm brushed against hers as he reached for the tray. She couldn’t help but glance at his hands as they gripped the curved edges. Bronzed with short dark hairs, long fingers curled to lift the tray.
Hands—she remembered his hands—remembered the taste of them. Heady need swirled inside her. The sunny late summer day they’d gone to pick wild blackberries. They’d brought the pail back to the tree house and shared the succulent berries, feeding each other as they talked about the future they planned to share.
As she straddled across his lap, she’d licked the sweet juice from each of his fingers, sucking them into her mouth, swiping her tongue across the palm. His groan of frustrated desire had filled the small room, and the heat had begun to rise as the late summer sun reached a zenith in the sky.
She’d seen the bulge in his pants, and been filled with such feminine power in the knowledge that he wanted her.
But he hadn’t taken her. He’d pulled her closer and started suckling her fingers. He hadn’t touched her pussy that day, yet she’d come hard from the erotic stroking of his tongue, from the press of his groin against hers, and her desire to consummate their love.
Their passion for each other had been so very strong back then. How had it all gone so wrong?
He walked into the living room, and she turned away from the sight of the tree house and the memories associated with it, to follow him.
She watched as he picked up one of the cups and sat back down in the chair. No cream or sugar. She tucked the memory away.
Walking around the coffee table, she sat on the edge of the couch and picked up the other cup, adding a hint of cream and a spoonful of sugar. She stirred the coffee and finally looked across at him.
“Why are you here, Reed? After all this time?”

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April 21, 2018 0

Sully’s Heart – EXCERPT

Sexy rock star Luke Cantrell has everything going for him. He parties hard and has no shortage of bed partners. Except he can’t have the one thing he truly wants. The bad boy of Texas and the golden-haired son of an affluent rancher. Friends for life, but Luke always yearned for more than friendship. With the truth destroy their relationship or will it give them both something they passionately desire but were afraid to reveal? Will Sully understand if Luke finally tells him the truth? Or will Luke lose his friendship forever? It’s a gamble he finally has to take.

EXCERPT

“Sully Vance. It’s been a long time.”

Sully shoved the hat back on his forehead and then shifted to dismount, the sound of creaking leather loud to Luke’s ears at just that moment. The branches of the tree shifted and creaked and the hiss of a breeze shuddered across his bare skin.

He was standing here naked in front of the one man he wanted more than any other. And the one he couldn’t have, not if he wanted to keep his friendship.

Luke drank in the vision of Sully as he stepped down from his horse. The Western cut jeans cupped his tight ass perfectly. Long, muscled legs that carried him closer to Luke, wonderfully broad shoulders, and a chest that had obviously filled out nicely since the last time they’d been together.

He pushed off his hat and strode toward Luke. His thick, blond hair was just as Luke had remembered it, streaked by the sun, like a field of shimmering wheat, darkened at the moment with sweat. And his eyes, those deep blue eyes that seemed to take in everything, study it, and understand it. Calm, strong, and alert all at the same time.

He stopped right in front of Luke and looked at him intently. Luke saw things in those eyes, but it couldn’t be what he thought. It wasn’t possible.

His fingers curled into fists of impotence. He wanted to reach out to hug him close, but he didn’t dare. It would ruin the moment.

Ruin everything.

They stared at each other for a long time, almost a gap of years spanned between them as they studied and tried to learn what the time apart had done to each of them.

“Why’d you come back?” Sully wanted to know.

For you, Luke wanted to answer. Instead he shrugged. “Unfinished business, I guess.”

Sully kept staring at him intently and Luke could feel his cock beginning to tighten in response to that intensity. He was going to shame himself, he just knew it. He should just get dressed and hightail it out of there fast before something happened that shouldn’t.

“How’s your old man? I haven’t seen much of him lately, but I got the feeling he’s turned harder over the years. I’ve asked him about you when I’ve seen him in town, but he just grumbles something about you being a druggie and he didn’t talk to you. If you didn’t send the postcards now and then, I’d have worried you were dead in a ditch someplace. But according to the newspapers, you’re doing real fine. I’ve been wanting to come to see one of your concerts, but you know how it gets.”

Luke still couldn’t look away. He had to wonder what else his father had said to Sully.

He’s a fancy faggot, Vance, not someone you should be associating with. Luke wouldn’t put it past his father saying just that sort of thing.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been wanting to come back for a visit, but, well, there just didn’t seem to be time.”

Another long silence dropped between them. Luke’s gaze dropped to Sully lips. There were so many times when he’d wanted to taste them. He felt his heart hammering against his chest. His nipples tightened as cool air wafted over them.

“I’ve missed you, Luke,” Sully said softly as he stepped closer. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

Luke held his breath. What was he trying to say? He licked his lips, nervous as hell that he was going to say the wrong thing, make a misstep.

“I-I’ve missed you, too. More than you know.” Something changed in Sully’s eyes.

And then suddenly he swooped forward, taking Luke by surprise, and planted a searing kiss on Luke’s lips. Nothing could have shocked him more. He felt Sully’s tongue press between the seam of his lips and plunge deep into his mouth. Sully wrapped his arms around Luke and tugged him close.

Luke was too shocked to respond right away, but then he lifted his arms and wrapped them around the broad shoulders of this gorgeous man and pressed himself tightly into his embrace.

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April 14, 2018 1

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