Monday, August 31, 2009


By Stormy Glenn

The world is in ruins, society divided into those who protect and those who need protection. That protection comes at a price, one that Jiri discovers when he's sold to Zane, leader of the Death Dealers.

He's shocked when Zane explains he wants Jiri as his own personal sex pet. But Jiri can't deny he's intrigued by Zane's proposal.
He wears the collar and leash Zane provides and prepares himself to be a possession. But the more he gets to know Zane, the more Jiri wants something more. He wants Zane to want him for him, and not just as a pet. But before Jiri can convince Zane of his desire, an attack comes from The Night Dwellers, one that could destroy them both.
A loud thud outside of his room woke Jiri from his troubled sleep. He sat up, hanging his legs over the side of his small cot. Wiping a hand down his face, Jiri tried to remember what day it was but nothing came to mind.
He wasn't even sure if it was day or night. There were no windows in the small room he inhabited. Just a door, a small army cot, a crate Jiri used as a nightstand, a lamp, a cardboard box that housed what clothes he had, and a sink with a mirror. It wasn't much but it was his.
Jiri stood up and walked to the small sink in the corner. He turned on the cold water and cupped some in his hands, bringing it up over his face. Turning off the water, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink.
Lifting his hand Jiri gently touched the soft purple color around his left eye. Well, at least the swelling had gone down a little. His lower lip was another matter. It was cracked and swollen, dried blood on the small cut there.
He'd looked worse but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He was getting tired of being beat up. Of course, he was also getting used to it. Maybe that's what he had such a problem with. He was getting used to being knocked around by his stepfather and his buddies.
If that didn't say how sad his life was, Jiri didn't know what did. A person should never get used to being beat up. Jiri just didn't know what other choice he had. He had no where to go and no money to get there. Larry had taken all his money last night right before he and his buddies beat the crap out of Jiri.
He was stuck living in hell with Larry, his stepfather. He lived in what was once a storage closet in Larry's auto repair shop. He worked from the time the sun came up until it went down repairing cars and working the gas station out front.
Jiri didn't intend to be here forever. He'd run the first chance he got. He had even been saving up his tips until last night. He had to because Larry didn't pay him anything for the work he did. Oh, Larry provided just enough food and personal supplies to keep Jiri alive, but just that.
Shaking his head at the sad condition he was in, Jiri reached into his cardboard box and pulled out the cleanest shirt he had to wear and pulled it on. He buttoned up his pants and pulled his shoes on.
He was just reaching for the door handle of his small room when he heard another loud thud outside of his room. Turning the handle slowly, Jiri eased the door open and peered out. He really hoped Larry and his buddies weren't still around. He so didn't need to run into them again, at least, not until he healed up from the last little party they threw for him.
Peering out, Jiri couldn't see anything. The garage was unusually dark. Maybe it was nighttime? Jiri was a little confused by that. If it was night, Larry must have let him sleep in and Larry never let him sleep in.
Jiri looked around the door but he still couldn't see anything. A small shaft of light was coming from Larry's office, which meant Larry was still around. Just perfect. Jiri hoped he could avoid him but knew he probably couldn't.
Closing the door behind him, Jiri made his way towards the far door. To get to it he would have to pass by Larry's office but if he were real quiet, he might be able to make it without Larry hearing him.
As Jiri inched his way past the smoky glass window of Larry's office he saw shadows move out of the corner of his eye. Jiri froze, trying to even out the breath that was rushing rapidly in and out of his chest.
It was only when Jiri heard the voices coming from Larry's office that he realized the people in Larry's office were not Larry's buddies. He didn't recognize their voices but he knew that they were angry.
"You cheated me, you son of a bitch," someone yelled.
"I didn't mean to, honest, Zane. It was a mistake!" That was Larry. Jiri would recognize that simpering voice anywhere.
"You're damn right it was a mistake!" the other voice shouted. "Now, how do you plan to rectify it?"
"Rectify?" Larry asked. He sounded confused, the moron. Jiri seriously doubted Larry even knew what the word meant. He was big and beefy and dumb as the day was long. Rectify would be a word he wouldn't understand.
"Fix it, you dumb ass. You owe me and if you don't pay up, I'm going to let Slash here take it out of your hide."
Jiri quickly covered his mouth with his hand as a giggle threatened to escape. He would love to have a ringside seat to Larry being handed his ass. He'd even pay for seats, if he had any money.
"I don't have anything, I swear," Larry cried out.
Jiri could see enough shadow coming through the smoky glass to know that Larry was cowering back in his chair. A much larger man was bent over him. Several more shadows moved throughout the small office.
"I don't believe you, Larry," the large man replied. "I want what's mine!"
Jiri's eyes widened as the man picked Larry right up out of his chair by a hand at Larry's throat. He barely had time to scramble out of the way before Larry came sailing through the window to land on the floor at Jiri's feet, glass spraying everywhere.
Jiri stood there, stunned to see his stepfather, the man who had made his life a living hell, lying on the floor covered in blood and broken glass. His eyes slowly made the track back up the wall to the shattered window.
Shock held Jiri immobile as his eyes landed on the biggest man he had ever seen. He was leaning out the broken window staring down at the floor where Larry lay groaning.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Rape of St. Peter

By G.A. Hauser

Sometimes in life there are no happy endings.

Seventeen year old Peter Barnes is a student of Fair Lawn High in the 1970’s. His parents divorced after a violent marriage, his older brother Keith is constantly high on drugs, his younger sister Jackie seems the only one relatively sane, and Peter is lost.

Peter hides in plain sight, avoiding making friends for fear of the pain of separation.

Disaster strikes Peter when he meets a beautiful older woman, Wendy Saunders and loses his heart to her instantly.
Widowed, Wendy had married a rich old man and now craves the youth she missed. Unfortunately her yearning for Peter turns out to have dire consequences.

This story is set in two parts, Book One, Peter’s youth, and Book Two, ten years later.
Sample Chapter for The Rape of St. Peter:

Keith stood in front of his mirror smoking a joint naked. After he held each breath, he leaned out of his opened window to exhale outside to prevent the smell from lingering inside the house. He snuffed the roach out in his fingers and placed it into a silver case.
Keith took a brush to his hair, fluffing it, shaking it full. He rested his hands on his dresser and stared at his face. “I wish my eyes were green.”
He jumped on his bed to be able to see his entire body in the mirror. “Yeah, nice bod.” He grabbed his cock and started to work on it as he stared at his reflection.
When the sensations rose to a climax, Keith closed his eyes, falling to his knees on his bed. He shot out ribbons of come and grunted and jerked his hand faster.
The sound of the door and a choking cough brought Keith around. Keith opened his eyes slowly to see Peter staring at him.
“Hello, pretty brother.” Keith milked his cock.
Peter jumped out of his skin like he was caught spying. “Sorry!” Peter backed away and shut the door.
Keith smiled wickedly and used his thumb to wipe the last creamy drop from his slit.
After he washed up, Keith rolled a few more joints and dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans and a black muscle T-shirt. He dabbed some cologne on his neck, then raised his shirt so he could rub some on his chest to his flat muscular belly. He ran a sock over his boots to polish them, then checked out his clean shaven face in the mirror and winked. Lastly, he found his leather jacket and strutted down the hall.
Keith stopped at Peter’s door and opened it quickly, trying to catch him in a similar act.
Peter jumped at the start.
“Reading? That’s what you do with the door closed?” Keith tilted his head at him comically.
Peter smiled awkwardly. “Well, I know what you do.”
“Heh, heh.” Keith grinned wickedly.
“Get lost.” Peter waved him out.
“Right. See ya twerp.” Keith winked at him and hopped down the stairs with a jubilant bound.
“Where are you going?” Louise asked, checking the time.
“Out. I’ll be really late, so don’t wait up.” Before his mother could respond Keith waved good-bye and walked out into the night air. He opened his joint case and stuck one in his mouth, lighting it. Inhaling and holding it in as long as he could, he blew out the smoke in a thin blue cloud.
Keith strolled passed a few houses as dogs barked at him in alarm. A car turned down his street, its headlights blinding him as he crushed the joint out in his fingers. It stopped and the passenger door swung open.
Keith climbed in and smiled at Steve. “Hey.”
Giving him a good once over, Steve licked his chops at the sight. “Hey back. You look positively edible.”
Knowing he did, Keith grinned and shook back his hair seductively, then he held up the rest of the joint. “Want some?”
“No, I don’t smoke it anymore. Trying to keep the lungs clean. You can though.”
“I already had a hit.” Keith stuck it back in his case put it into his jacket pocket. “So, where’s this party?”
“In the City. It’s at a very good friend of mine. Terry.”
When warmth covered his thigh, Keith glanced down at Steve’s hand. “Am I supposed to be your date?”
“Christ, I’m very tempted to turn around and have you all to myself for the night.” Steve said. “I’m thinking about it very seriously. God, you are too much.” Steve squeezed Keith’s leg tightly and rocked it side to side.
Keith flipped down the visor to stare in the mirror. “Yeah, I do look pretty fantastic, don’t I?”
“And modest?”
“Fuck modesty. How about honesty?”
“God, I love you.” Steve laughed.
“Christ! Now you love me?” Keith peeked down at the masculine hand that hadn’t moved from his leg and if anything was getting friendlier. “Anyway…what’s Wendy up to tonight?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Let me guess, a date with my old man?”
“Nah. I just might have to find myself a new babe at the party tonight. Mad?” Keith grinned demonically and stared back at Steve.
“Nah! Good luck.”
“There will be women there, right? This isn’t a queer party, is it?”
Steve’s smile broadened. “You should do very well. There will be plenty to choose from.”
Knowing Keith was cock-teasing Steve, Keith raised Steve’s hand from its grip on his thigh and stuck Steve’s middle finger into his mouth.
“Holy fuck!” Steve almost lost control of the vehicle he was so shocked.
Keith roared with laughter. “Shit. It takes nothing to turn you fags on.”
Steve caught his breath and focused back on the road as they merged onto Route 4’s entrance ramp. “Keith, you gorgeous motherfucker, you said a mouthful.”

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by Stormy Glenn

Erotic Paranormal Vampire/Werewolf M/M Romance

Reece knows Keeley is his mate the moment he meets him. But Keeley is not only human, he's a man. Alpha of his own pack for just three months, having a man for a mate is a headache Reece doesn't need. But not claiming his mate is not an option.

However, Keeley is unlike any man he has ever met, from the top of his gorgeous honey blond hair to the bottom of his fire engine red painted toenails, Keeley is hot! Reece becomes even more enchanted with his new mate when Keeley loses his temper with Reece and hits him with a cookie sheet.

Just when Reece accepts being mated to a man and starts to care for him, Keeley is attacked and nearly dies. Reece discovers a plot that involves more than just the death of his mate, but his entire pack. Can Reece save Keeley and his pack, or will he have to choose between them?

Keeley is a human with a little something extra; he has visions of things before they happen. He has been recently rescued from a horrible man called The Teacher who used Keeley's abilities for his own profit.

Reece is the alpha of a small pack of thirty werewolves, and as far as he is concerned he is straight as an arrow. Well, until he gets his first whiff of Keeley that is!

When Keeley has a strong feeling that he must enter a bar, he goes with it and figures he will just use the restroom and then be on his way. Unfortunately, a bloodsucker also follows him into the restroom with the intention of getting a blood donation from Keeley whether Keeley wants to donate or not. Fortunately for him, Reece cannot keep his eyes off Keeley nor his hormones under control, smelling trouble, he follows Keeley and the bloodsucker into the restroom. Reece saves Keeley but in doing so he has made Keeley his mate, a fact that Keeley is less than enthusiastic about, particularly when he discovers that Reece is straight. While they try to sort out their feelings for one another and their mutual wild attraction, there are those within Reece's pack with their own agenda, and Keeley's very existence is cramping their style. Will Reece be able to protect Keeley from those who mean him harm, as well as convince Keeley he wants to keep him forever?

Wow, talk about your fantastic sequel, this series just keeps getting better and better! Ms. Glenn really threw me for a loop with the whole straight guy falls for gay guy thing, but like the great writer she is, she had the perfect reason that made it all totally plausible. The world building in this series and this sequel is par excellence, and I am really looking forward to more stories. I really enjoyed how Ms. Glenn wrote the character of Reece, and his confusion over his instant attraction and nearly instant love for the admittedly adorable Keeley. I also liked the added dimension of the bloodsuckers aka vampires, they definitely added some real zest to the story. The lovemaking is positively scorching, and gives added depth to the emotions expressed between Reece and Keeley. I for one am anxiously awaiting the next book in this series, and all I can say is "Keep them coming Ms. Glenn, keep them coming!"

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