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Sylvie’s Gift – An Excerpt

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(#eroticromance #MF #contemporary #submission)

Sylvie Taylor has never experienced sexual fulfillment, never felt uncontrolled desire. Her best friend, Allison Hunter, has kept secret her taste for the dark side of passion. Introducing Sylvie to sensually seductive Daimaen Sinclair, a Master of the game, has Sylvie yearning for the forbidden.
But someone has made an attempt on Sylvie’s life. Can Daimaen protect her, or is he the reason someone wants her dead?

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EXCERPT

Sylvie woke from her erotic dream to the harsh sound of the ringing telephone. She reached out without opening her eyes. “Hello?” she mumbled.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead.” Allison was awfully chipper this morning.

Sylvie opened one eye and looked at the clock. Ten o’clock flashed at her in blue lit digits. She sat up quickly, and the blankets fell away exposing her to chill air. Shock filled her as she realized she was completely naked. She’d never done that before. “OhmyGod!”

“What’s the matter?” There was immediate concern in Allison’s voice.

Sylvie tried to recover smoothly. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I…ah…just remembered something.”

“Daimaen’s not still there, is he?” Allison was still suspicious.

“No, he’s not.” She needed to get Allison off the phone. Sylvie’s emotions were in turmoil. She had to try to sort out what happened last night.

“Soooo. Tell me, was he what you expected?”

“Allison, I just woke up. I can’t talk about this right now. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Now wait just a minute, you aren’t getting off the hook that easy. Meet me for brunch later.”

“All right, later.” Anything to get Allison off the phone.

“Eleven-thirty at Sandi’s, okay?” Allison was not going to let it go.

“Okay, eleven-thirty, Sandi’s. I’ll talk to you later.” Sylvie quickly hung up the phone.

She lay back against the pillows, pulling the blanket up tight beneath her chin. Her body felt amazingly relaxed, yet sensitive, all at the same time. How could she have let that happen last night? That man should be outlawed. It was like he’d hypnotized her, and she realized she’d have done anything he asked.

She closed her eyes, remembering the erotic evening, the feel of his hands on her body, inside her. She was getting wet again, just thinking about it. How had he done that? No man she’d ever been intimate with had been able to bring her to release. Yet Daimaen Sinclair, a stranger whom she’d just met, not only brought her to climax once, but twice.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. He hadn’t even removed his clothes. He’d done it with his voice and his hands. Whoa, Daimaen Sinclair was a dangerous man. Certainly, dangerous to her. How had she let him take such total control of her? That never happened—she’d always made sure she was the one in control. Her dates had never
questioned it. Maybe that’s why they’d always been so forgettable. Unlike last night.

She pushed back the bedcovers and reached for her robe. She needed a cup of coffee. Maybe it would help clear the fog from her head so she could think straight.

She halted abruptly as she entered the living room. Her dress, which she vaguely remembered leaving on the floor, was now neatly folded over the back of a chair. The untouched coffee tray had been removed as well. She padded into the kitchen. Everything was neat and orderly. The timer on the coffeemaker had been set and coffee brewed, ready for her to pour. Sylvie knew she hadn’t prepared it the night before. Daimaen had to have done it.

As she moved farther into the room, she noticed a note next to the coffeemaker.

Sylvie, thank you for a memorable evening. I have a meeting to attend on Saturday, but I’ll call you on Sunday. Think of me, D. The handwriting was dark, bold, and masculine, just like the man. She read it several times. She brought it closer to her face, closed her eyes and inhaled. There was a faint hint of his remembered scent. Her
heartbeat quickened, she had to sit in a chair before her legs completely gave way. Damn, just reading the note and that faint scent had her aroused.

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Public Lives, Private Pleasures – an Excerpt

Public Lives, Private Pleasures

“…a complexly layered tale, rich in detail, with characters who will grab your heart…”

#erotic #contemporary #MM/M #gayromance

publiclivesprivatepleasures_medDescended from an old, very influential Virginia family with conservative views, Adrien has no desire to carry on the family’s political tradition. Still, he’s forced to hide his gay identity to protect the budding political career of his younger twin brother, Marsh, who wants to take up where their father, Senator Douglas Langtry, left off. There’s no room for mistakes, no matter how much Adrien hates living that lie.

It’s not until Adrien meets sexy Latin choreographer, Frankie Raphael, that his apathy evaporates, and he begins to questions his choices. Beautiful, passionate Frankie offers Adrien a glimpse into a world he’d only ever dared experience through the safety of the lens of his camera. Desire for Frankie makes his personal sacrifices seem suddenly unacceptable.

Dare Adrien jeopardize his brother’s political aspirations for a chance at his own happiness or will forces beyond his control slam the door shut on a life he’s only ever dreamed of? If he chooses to come out, their public lives be forever altered by the shocking revelation of their private pleasures.

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EXCERPT

It was as he was washing his hands that he happened to glance up in the mirror and then stilled as a pair of blazing green eyes captured his attention. He wiped his hands on a brown paper towel, tossed it, and then turned. For the moment the bathroom was empty except for Frankie and the man with the gorgeous green eyes. And the black silver-tipped cane.

“We’ve met before,” Frankie said. Yes, he was familiar, but if it hadn’t been for the cane, Frankie might not have recognized him. Long black hair that was now slightly disheveled and hanging loose about his shoulders almost hiding his face. Black mascara and liner that emphasized his eyes, pale complexion. Tonight he wasn’t wearing a conservative suit, but a pair of black jeans and black T-shirt that showcased his trim physique. The jeans outlined the thick bulge of an erection. The shirt was tight enough for Frankie to glimpse the outlined temptation of pierced nipples. God, he was even more tempting than the other night. He had to have this man. “Tad,” he said.

Tad’s eyes widened. Frankie could now see the green was ringed with gold, and he stepped toward the man. “You remembered,” Tad said.

Frankie smiled. He reached out a hand to trace a nipple through the fabric of the T-shirt. He gripped it with two fingers, twisted lightly, heard Tad suck in a breath. His pretty pupils dilated, almost obliterating the gold. “Yeah, I remembered.” He tugged, and Tad staggered forward. “God, I love your eyes. I’m surprised to see you here. I wouldn’t have thought it was your sort of hangout.”

He kneaded the nipple rhythmically, watching Tad’s expression, saw his gaze grow heavy with lust. But still he made no move.

“I-I come here now and then.”

“Do you? I don’t recall seeing you here before.” He released the tit and slid his hand suggestively down the front of the shirt to rest at Tad’s narrow hip. His fingers splayed at Tad’s waist, slid around to cup Tad’s sweet, tight ass, pulled forward until they were groin to groin.

“Oh, God,” Tad said and released another shuddering breath. Music pulsed in the background, making Frankie’s body throb.

“Do you want me?” Frankie asked. “Because I want to fuck you. Come home with me.” He led, his hand gripping Tad’s more firmly, leading into a slow grind. The cane clattered to the floor, and Frankie took Adrien’s weight easily. Feet slid across the floor, away from the cane, circling slowly, undulating to the music. Frankie felt Tad weakening, the rise in his body heat, the smell of arousal permeating the air in the bathroom, blending with his own scents. “I-I can’t.”

“Do you want to, Tad?” Frankie pressed him closer, both his hands now cupping Tad’s ass. “Do you want to do it right here? Right now?”

“W-what about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend? Oh, you mean Kurt?”

The one you were—”

Frankie peered closer at Tad. “Were you watching us, Tad? Is that it? Do you get off watching people?”

Frankie saw the red flush creep up Tad’s neck and flood his face. “You were watching us. Which would you prefer—the handjob or the blowjob? Or maybe both.”

Suddenly Tad jerked back. He stumbled and righted himself, drew in deep breaths, and then turned to face Frankie once again.

“You don’t know the first fucking thing about what I want.” There was so much pain attached to the words that Frankie almost winced. Pain dripping with desire.

Frankie leaned back against the sink, studying Tad. He narrowed his gaze. “Who are you, Tad? That’s not your real name, is it? What are you hiding, I wonder?” He tugged the black leather billfold out from his back pocket and pulled out a card. He replaced the wallet and then moved to Tad. First he bent down and snapped up the cane and handed it to Tad. Tad leaned heavily on the cane.  Then with one hand Frankie pulled at Tad’s waistband. With his other hand he slipped the black and silver business card down the front, fitted it snugly between the moist, hot flesh of his abdomen and the rock-hard penis. Frankie took his time about fitting the card into place. He stroked a finger slowly along the veined erection, over the ridge of Tad’s glans. He smeared the liquid of preejaculate across the head before removing his hand. God, but he wanted this man so damned bad. He was a tenacious hunter, and he had the scent.

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Home For Christmas – Excerpt

Home For Christmas

homeforchristmascoverDestrie Two Rivers and Benedict Webster–an orphaned half-Indian and a wealthy rancher’s son. Men who were boyhood best friends, turned secret lovers when they were eighteen. And then one nightmarish night they were discovered and Destrie almost died as a result.

Now, eight years later, just before Christmas, Destrie, an Army sniper, returns to Wyoming on leave to attend the funeral of his foster father. Both men have changed and the distance between them seems wider than the Continental Divide with no way to breach the chasm. But just as the creek where they first made love runs powerful and constant, Destrie and Benedict’s passion for each other still burns undeniably deep

and everlasting.

Re-igniting their unquenchable desire could prove fatal. Until the heavy guilt and shocking secrets of the past are revealed, neither of these two men can truly come home for Christmas.

EXCERPT:

“How’s Laine holding up?” Benedict asked.

“It’s not easy for her, but I think she’ll be okay. They were married for fifty years, and she always said Ray was her best friend. You’ll look in on her?”

“Of course.” Benedict’s voice sounded rough. The white peaks in the water surged; Ray’s ashes had disappeared.

Destrie looked down and noted Benedict’s hands as his fingers curled around the brim of his hat. Destrie could feel his tension, saw it as he flexed his fingers, rubbing over the rim.

A working man’s hands, rough and calloused. Reddened by the winter, his hands were littered with tiny cuts. Destrie dropped the urn and spun to Benedict. He cupped Benedict’s roughened jaw, leaned forward, and kissed him.

Benedict’s hands clutched at Destrie’s leather jacket, dragging him forward. Destrie tasted the bitterness of farewell, and he couldn’t let go. He couldn’t be the one to walk away—not this time.

Tongues clashed, mouths hungered as they held on to each other, knowing this could very well be the last time they would ever see each other.

Benedict yanked free and stumbled back. Just as he’d done in the alley, he bent over to pick up his hat. And soon it would only be the memory that remained.

Suddenly, Destrie reached out and grabbed a shank of Benedict’s pale blond hair. He yanked up. Benedict yelled as he was brought up swift and hard by Destrie’s grip. Destrie saw his gaze widen. Throwing his body against Benedict’s, he shoved him back against the immovable, wide, ancient tree.

He held his lover there, hand wound tightly into his thick hair. Benedict stared into his eyes. Destrie saw the range of emotions as they crashed through him, the color of Benedict’s eyes changing so rapidly. Sky blue deepening to storm gray. Pinpoints of black that dilated as he began to yield to the savageness that overtook Destrie. Finally understanding. He knew what Destrie wanted without his saying a word.

Destrie yanked back, practically pinning Benedict against the rough bark, shoving his coat down over his shoulders. Benedict’s thick coat dropped to the ground. His hands reached for his belt, and he quickly unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, then shoved them and his underwear down over his hips. Legs spread, balancing himself in the slippery snow; the lowered clothing hung just below his ass.

Destrie released his hair and spun him around. He kicked Benedict’s legs as wide as they would go. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of snow and held it in his warm palm until droplets trickled between his fingers.

He couldn’t wait. He and Benedict were almost the same height. He used the snow to lubricate Benedict’s hole. He heard Benedict gasp when the icy water was pressed into the passage of his hot anus. He shoved back when Destrie’s fingers speared inward, then quickly out. More snow and Benedict’s ass colored from pale ivory to ruddy rose.

Suddenly Benedict whirled around. He shoved Destrie back full force. Destrie stumbled and landed in the snow. He didn’t feel it; his full attention was the man towering over him, a look of steely determination on his face.

“Did you think I was going to make it easy for you?” Benedict said.

He dragged Destrie up by the lapels of his jacket. Spinning around, he slammed him back against the tree and possessed his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply between Destrie’s lips.

Destrie was so taken aback by the dominant act, at first he didn’t respond. Benedict’s hands were at his waist, ripping the tails of his shirt from inside his pants, reaching for the opening, unzipping them, and then he shoved them down. His mouth ravaged across Destrie’s lips, over his lean, darkened jaw, back to his mouth, down to his throat. He sucked his way downward to the opened collar.

Anger and frustration warred with passion and lust right there next to the creek bank. The cold, frigid winter was no match for the hungry, blazing furnace of their need.
Benedict lifted his head and looked into Destrie’s black eyes. “Now, you have me.”
Destrie didn’t wait to even catch a breath. With little effort, he shoved Benedict back against the tree. He was hard, so fucking hard. He positioned the head of his cock at Benedict’s opening.

“You’ll feel this, lover. You’ll feel it, and you’ll never forget it.” He surged forward, burying his thick prick inside Benedict’s rectum. Benedict grunted as Destrie’s cock tunneled deep inside him.

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Excerpt – Sidra’s Song

Now available at Amazon.com, Sidra’s Song. This is another story from the world of Argadia. If you’re not familiar with Argadia, you might also want to check out the trilogy, Argadian Heart, the first set of books set in this world.

Currently, this story is also a #kindleunlimited selection.

Sidra’s Song

sidrassongcoverOn Argadia, rebellion has turned into bloody civil war. Sidra Venus is the Songbird of Argadia…and an assassin. Her patron is a powerful member of the Tribunal—Commander Clorial Zydon. Two of her brothers serve as Elite Enforcers. Sidra is engaged to First Captain Lance Osei, the head of Commander Zydon’s private guard. What no one knows, however, not even her intended, is that she has secretly aligned herself with the rebel faction on Argadia.

The renowned Songbird is the only one who can get close enough to Zydon to complete the mission. And even if it means her death, she’s determined to do it. Sidra lives a life teeming with secrets, lies, and blackmail. She’s in love with Lance Osei, but she can’t afford to let it color her decision to do what she can to save the people of Argadia…as well as the people she loves and must protect. She dares trust no one with her secret—especially the man she loves.

Captain Lancelot Osei believes in honor, loyalty…and love. His life is turned upside down when he discovers the world he thought he lived in, and the people he trusted, have all lied to him. Lance will make hard choices that lead to consequences not only for Sidra’s acts, but his own, when he saves her from certain death at the hands of his own men. Guilt-ridden and torn, Lance questions everything he thought he believed in, including his love for the female he would give his life to save…

EXCERPT

Sidra stood with her back to him, speaking with an attaché to Commander Zydon, whom he recognized. There was a flush of hot color burning her cheeks and the attaché looked angry. The man about-faced and strode away. Lance walked up behind her and clasped her arm, whirling her around. His khout rode hard against the press of his cream-colored dress trousers, and he longed to have her back in her apartments and gloriously naked on her silken sheets.

He pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips before she could utter a sound. She tasted of spice and heat, sprinkled with sweet honey. At first she struggled and then he felt her soften, her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. He sank his tongue deep into her mouth savoring her taste, and then he lifted his head to look down at her flushed face, her eyes now heavy with passion.

He smiled. “I came back to wish you luck.”

A hint of a smile curled the corners of her mouth and he dropped forward to possess her lips once again. There would never be enough time with her. He felt the teasing pressure of her small hand against the cloth of his formal dress pants and groaned at the touch.

He broke the kiss and leaned his head against the wall. “I can never get enough of you, Sidra.” Her hand brushed lightly over the cloth, and Lance shuddered. He dropped closer, his body pinioning her lush frame against the wall, her hand caught between them, pushed against his arousal, driving him crazy.

“I can’t wait till these formalities are over and I have you naked and in bed once again,” he said. Her fingers moved, just a quiver of understanding.

“And what will you do when you get me there, captain?” Her voice flirted over his senses.

“I think I will pleasure you slowly. I will put my…cock…inside you and fill you with my presence.”

Her whole body shuddered. “I-I think you’re learning the Earth language very quickly.”

“Does that please you?” Lance ground his pelvis against her and she curled her fingers around the needy thickness bulging prominently.

“I think, my…cunt…would be very honored to feel the presence of such a worthy….member filling her completely.”

“Mylonna, na nivia, if we don’t stop this now, I think we’re both going to be in trouble.” Quickly, he stepped away from her. He inhaled and then slowing released the breath.

There was something sad in Sidra’s eyes tonight and he wondered why.

“Is there something wrong?” he couldn’t help asking. Whatever it was, he would slay her dragons for her, no matter what it took. If anyone had hurt her—

She reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you, Lance. Don’t ever forget that. Whatever I have done, whatever I do, is because of that love. Please remember.”

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For more from the world of Argadia,  check out Eluria’s Enforcer, Kierra’s Thread, and Ravager’s Redemption.

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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 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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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.

SullysHeart_smLuke 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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Excerpt from Immortal Treasure

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Immortal Treasure by Adrianna Dane

Immortality demands a high price…

Khafeelamtek, First Vizier and Caretaker of the Secrets of the King, has been awoken one last time by the sun god, Ra, to perform an important task. His reward for successful completion will be peace in the afterlife–something he has coveted for millennia. But he did not count on becoming so quickly, and deeply, attracted to the lovely Dr. Cassandra Linsey, an Egyptologist and Linguist, who also happens to be the person selected by the gods as the caretaker of the secrets he must share.

Khafeel has five days in which to gain Dr. Linsey’s trust and reveal the existence of the mythical province of Niveka. Complicating things and adding a particularly irritating thorn in his side is the appearance of the beautiful, spoiled Sahrametatiri, twin sister and royal wife to the king, who has been awoken by Bast, to assure that Khafeel succeeds in his mission.

What should have been a simple chore of revealing proof of the existence of Niveka and thereby obtaining immortality for their ancient, doomed city, and achieving the long-sought peace in the afterlife for himself, has culminated in the painful realization that the most rare and precious treasure he has ever known must be abandoned…and there is nothing he could do to change their destinies. Or is there?

 

An Excerpt from Immortal Treasure (#fantasy, #MF, #eroticromance, #Egyptian gods&goddesses, #contemporary)

 

Had his mind left his body somewhere over the last centuries? This woman attracted him like no other of his own time. Why that was, he had no idea, except that he’d been without a woman for far too long.

Khafeel reminded himself that he needed to gain her trust. That’s all this was about. To learn more about her and make her comfortable with his presence.

Could he deceive himself that way? He studied her as he handed her the glass of chilled red wine and sat next to her at the table in the darkened corner of the smoky bar. He breathed in her scent, so different from the women of his time. Their scent had been dense and musky, meant to sexually arouse, and hers was clean and simple, reminiscent of sunshine and summer wind.

She didn’t wear the heavy cosmetics that were so popular with the women of his city. Yet, the small sandy freckles that covered her face and arms were very seductive, and he was consumed by the urgent desire to taste each one.

He sipped at his wine. He knew why Zyphir had chosen her. Isadora’s hair had been the color of mulled wine, dense and lush. He was certain the red hair had drawn his attention first. But unlike Isadora, this woman’s hair, though also red, was the color of an autumn sunset, vibrant and fiery, with sparkling energy.

“What is your name?” he asked her. Even though he already knew it. It might make her wary if she thought he had prior information about her.

He caught a movement from the corner of his eye and turned his head to look up at a narrow shelf over the bar. Should he be surprised? He saw the shadow of a feline curled and watching, almond-shaped topaz eyes glittering in the half-light.

What was Sahra doing here? What did she expect to see? Didn’t she have enough to occupy her without spying on him? His gaze locked with hers, silently commanding her to disappear.

Slowly, the speckled cat uncurled, rose to its feet and stretched, then delicately leapt from the platform onto the end of the bar. As Kahfeel watched, it daintily stepped onto a barstool and then leapt to the floor, sauntering through the doorway as though she had every right to be there.

“Did you see that cat? I didn’t know they allowed animals in here.” Kahfeel turned his attention away from the cursed animal.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. It was probably a stray that wandered in through the front door. I’m sure someone will whisk it back outside.”

“Oh, I wasn’t worried, just surprised. It was actually quite a beautiful cat. I’ve never seen one before with that unusual speckled coloring.”

Sahra was unusual all right. And a pest.

Kahfeel leaned forward. “Your name, bright one?”

A blush of delightful color stole into her cheeks. “Cassie. Well, really it’s Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cassie.”

“Cassandra. It is a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman.” He tipped her head so he could look into her eyes. Bright emerald orbs glittered in the light, and reminded him of the lush ferns and palm trees of a desert oasis. “Do you know what I would like to do to you right now, Cassandra?”

She wore no lipstick, yet her bare, rosy lips tempted him to taste her. To him, she needed no enhancements—she was perfect as she was.

“N-no,” she whispered. “What do you want to do?”

This was not how it was supposed to go, but he couldn’t help himself. As he watched, her lips trembled and parted, her tongue darted out to trace a glistening path along her lower lip. It was too much to resist. He lowered his head and claimed her sweet taste, delved with his tongue into her hidden moist depths.

Ah, what sweet, passionate ambrosia.

He pulled her closer to him, felt her soft curves crushed against him as he lingered to sip leisurely at her seductive mouth, tasting succulent woman and fragrant wine.

He felt her hands inch upward along his back. His cock hardened against his leg, thickened with the desire to sink inside her moist, slippery channel. He’d never been so tempted by a woman, but this one was like no other he had known.

When they separated, the look she offered him was heavy with passion and, curse the gods, he knew he must have her.

“You have a room here, Cassandra?”

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Today’s Pin of Interest

Always looking for interesting images to spark my muse. This is one I added this morning to my “Eyecatching” board on Pinterest.

Love that intense look. He might do well in my Vampyre Falls shapeshifter series. I’ll have to ponder more on that. He has a good look for Donovan, the third brother. Currently working on his story, “Raw Moan.” Donovan’s story is currently a work in progress.

The pack had found some measure of rhythm over that last year or so. Rainna, who was skilled as a nurse and they’d discovered had a healing touch, now assisted Morganna, the faerie healer, in serving the medical needs of the community. Petra, Carson’s mate, hunted on occasion, but usually handled the organizational and financial matters for the family. Rainna and Petra together managed to keep the house running quite efficiently and got along very well, considering Rainna was human and Petra was shifter by virtue of an experimental operation that had tied her to the pack in an altogether unforeseeable and monstrous way by government machinations. One might say Carson and Petra’s mating was certainly fate.

Donovan, in wolf form, scented human–government assassin. But there was a more prevalent scent of blood than he would have expected. He also scented death. He proceeded with caution knowing never to trust the tricky nature of an assassin. The site that met him as he rounded some thick undergrowth startled him and almost dropped him back on his haunches.

It was a she–white as snow, covered in blood. Her fangs were bared as she stared down at the corpse of the government tracker. She nudged the body with her muzzle, then seemed satisfied. And then suddenly, right there, she shifted to human form. Her scent wafted over Donovan. And something about it got beneath his skin, bore into him and without consciously calling for it, he shifted to human form as well.

But still he hovered at the perimeter of the small clearing where carnage was scattered across the ground. The woman knelt there, her oddly colored long hair tangled and covering her face. She knelt on one knee, the other leg curled beneath her, hunched over, clutching her knee. Her hair, so pale a platinum it looked like a dense fog, yet jet black intermixed with the white. She looked like a ghost and Donovan had to wonder if he was seeing things and if there was some conjurer of magic nearby.

Cautiously, he stepped into the clearing. For long moments, she didn’t move. Within several feet of her, she finally lifted her head. Her face was spattered with blood and Donovan could now see a wound in her side leaking a far too steady stream of blood.

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