Monday, June 28, 2010



Wolf Creek Pack 6

by Stormy Glenn

Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M/M, Romance

Ben knew there would never be a mate for him. No one in his or her right mind would want to be shackled with a man with no tenderness, no gentleness, and certainly no kindness. He didn't even know what those emotions were anymore. They were stripped from him along with a good portion of his sanity. Ben has nothing to offer a mate, and he knows it.

When huge sky blue eyes peak out at him from under strawberry blond hair at a Wolf Mating party, Ben can't deny his fascination, or his need to claim Stefan as his mate. But Stefan comes with a lot of baggage. According to vampire law, he's been given away by his brother to Dane, the brother of Stefan's best friend, Audley. In exchange, Audley has been given to Stefan's brother. The problem? Audley and Stefan are both Ben's mates.

When Stefan and Audley are kidnapped, Ben and their friends race to save them. Can Ben survive long enough to save his mates or will his worst nightmare come true? Can Stefan and Audley overcome their fears long enough to save their mate or will they lose him forever?


A small movement of ragged brown fabric to one side of the circle caught Ben's attention. He watched from the edge of the trees, his eyes never leaving the figure in brown. He caught sight of a small pale face glancing out from behind stringy hair.

The dirty strawberry blond hair was not what caught his attention. Nor was the length, which seemed to go on forever, from the top of the young man's head to just below the soft curve of his ass.

It was the huge sky blue eyes that peaked out between the thick streams of hair. They were the most expressive eyes Ben ever saw. Then the little man smiled at him and Ben felt a strange tightening in the middle of his chest.

The world around him simply disappeared. It was only the young man and him. No one else existed. But, as quick as it had come, the smile disappeared along with the beautiful eyes that had seemed to see into his very soul.

Ben leaned up on his feet to get a better look him. At six foot nine, he stood feet above most men. In fact, he had never met anyone who was taller than him. There was nearly nothing that could make him leave safety at the edge of the party. But the body was huddled down behind the horde of partygoers and Ben couldn't get a good look. He felt a need to find the young man.

If he had been truly thinking about it he would have questioned this obsessive need to find the man hiding on the other side of the circle. And then he would have run for his life. But all he could feel was an unnatural desire to hunt down the brown fabric and meet the man who smiled at him.

Ben left his safety at the edge of the trees and began working his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving the young man. He knew the man could see him walking to his by the slight turning of his body towards him. He seemed to be waiting for him. From the small smile on his lips he assumed he would be happy to see him.

As he got closer to him, Ben could see more of his stature. He was small. He might reach Ben's sternum… if he stood on a stool. Otherwise, he would barely reach Ben's chest. The man couldn't have been more than five foot ten or so. His thread worn outfit was definitely not made to look pleasing on him. There seemed to be no contours or soft places on him. On a whole, it seemed to hang over him more like a sack than a shirt. It was not made to entice anyone.

As Ben drew nearer to the man the smile fell from his lips and he could see fear begin to form in those blue eyes. Ben slowed his quick stride. He felt the sorrow in his heart as he realized that the little man was afraid of him. He stopped a mere foot from him. He wanted to give the man the opportunity to flee from his side before he said anything to him.

As he tried to form the words that might keep the stunning man where he could look at him, he noticed that the man's gaze was not on him but on some unseen person behind him. He slowly turned as he felt a cold shiver creep up his spine.

A man walked slowly towards them, a look of triumph plastered on his thin lips. He was a vampire. Ben could tell even from here. He looked back down at the young man. His fear was almost tangible. Before his eyes, the man began to shake.

It came suddenly to Ben that the little man wasn't afraid of him. He was afraid of the vampire walking towards them. He wasn't even looking at Ben. His entire being was centered on the man coming towards them, and his body was readying itself to flee.

"Dane," the little man whispered, terror lacing his thin voice.

An eternity from now Ben would understand why he did what he did but for now, it was a complete mystery. He only knew that he had to get the young man to safety, to protect him. Reaching out he grabbed his arm and began dragging him through the crowd. The man gasped as he was pulled along.

Ben stopped suddenly when the smarmy looking man stepped in front of him. He felt the smaller man plow into his back and reached around behind him to place a steadying hand on him.

"Are you claiming Stefan?" Dane asked.

Ben suddenly realizes what he was doing. His only thought was to save Stefan, not to claim him. His stomach rolled just by the thought of it. He couldn't have a mate. "Why do you ask?" Ben growled.

"Because if you do not claim him, I will," Dane said as he stepped around Ben and reached for Stefan. "Stefan, come," he stated triumphantly.

Ben could feel the terror filling Stefan by the shaking in his body. "You will not!" he snarled as he stepped between them. He didn't know why but he knew he could not let this man take Stefan from him. "He is not your mate."

"If you do not claim him then he is fair game for the rest of us," he says as he reached for Stefan again, grabbing his wrist. Stefan seemed to make his body as small as possible as he pressed up against Ben.

"Touch him and die!" snarled Ben as he pulled Stefan from the man's grasp, wrapping an arm around Stefan's waist and pulling him back against his larger body.

"Ben," said a strong voice behind him, "what goes on here?"

Ben turned towards the voice, knowing it was his alpha. "Nothing goes on here, Daniel."

The man beside him sputtered, "That's not true, Alpha Nash. This man is refusing my claim on Stefan."

Alpha Daniel Nash looks over at the arm that Ben had wrapped around the waist of the cowering man. "Ben, if you do not claim this man than you must give him up to he who will."

Ben's body went stiff at his alpha's words. He didn't want to claim Stefan. He always believed that he would spend his life alone. Then he heard a small whimper come from the frightened man pressed against him. He knew his choices were gone.

"Then I claim him."


Stefan opened his eyes slowly. For a brief moment, he wondered where he was. Then, as the events of the previous night filled his head, he quickly turned looking for Ben only to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Ben?

Sitting up, he looked around the room. It was empty. Stefan threw the blankets back and crawled from the bed. He quickly went to the bathroom to see if Ben was there. Finding it empty, he walked through the rest of the house.

He walked into the kitchen and found Ben sitting at the table. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other. Stefan took a moment to just look at him. Ben truly was magnificent.

He was dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans, his chest and feet bare. The mere width of Ben's shoulders was stunning on its own. He looked like he could carry an entire house on his shoulders, not to mention the sheer size of his arms.

Stefan didn't know if he was a minority or not but Ben's size was more arousing than anything he had ever encountered before. It made him feel safe and protected, something Stefan never experienced before. He seemed to spend his life being afraid.

The sight of Ben's naked chest, smattered with dark chest hair, plain out turned Stefan on. He wanted to run his fingers through that hair and discover where the small trail going down the man's abdomen led to.

"Did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked without turning his head.

Stefan could feel his face heat up as he walked towards Ben. Guess he had been caught. However, he wasn't embarrassed enough to stop looking. Or to not climb onto Ben's lap and try to get a feel of that glorious chest.

Devlin told him that he would be attracted to his mate but Stefan had no idea he would feel obsessed like this. He couldn't stop looking, stop wanting to smell the man. If this is what being mated felt like, Stefan was all for it.

As Ben looked up at him in confusion, Stefan swung his leg over Ben's lap, straddling his legs, his hands coming to rest on Ben's wide chest. He rubbed his hands over Ben as he slowly raised his eyes to meet Ben's golden eyes.

"Good morning," Stefan giggled at the sight of total shock on Ben's face. He felt pretty sure his usual shy demeanor hadn't prepared Ben for this. Stefan couldn't explain it beyond that fact that Ben was now his mate.

He wanted the man. Everything about Ben aroused Stefan to a fever pitch from the top of his gorgeous dark head to the bottoms of his big feet. The man was truly breathtaking and just knowing that Ben was his nearly made Stefan melt.

"Is there -- did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked again, his voice going low and deep, filled with apprehension as he gazed down at Stefan.

"I imagine there are lots of things I need, but there is only one thing I want," Stefan replied as he leaned up to press his lips against Ben's. As he tried to push his tongue past Ben's lips, he felt Ben's hands press against his shoulders, pushing him back. With a deep heavy sigh, Stefan leaned back and looked into Ben's eyes.

"Stefan? Do you know what you're doing?"

Stefan's lips curled into a small grin as he grabbed Ben's hands from his shoulders and moved them down to his ass. "Yep," he whispered just before he leaned up again to kiss Ben again. He wanted his mate to claim him. Now!

Ben opened his mouth and kissed Stefan back. Stefan could feel Ben's large hands clench his ass through the thin material of his shirt. Never letting his lips leave Ben's, Stefan reached down with his hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up until Ben was holding bare flesh in his hands.

He could feel Ben's response in the tightening of his hands on his ass, the soft moan that came from Ben's lips as his tongue moved out to brush against Stefan's, and the hard throbbing of Ben's cock between his legs.

"Stefan," Ben growled as he ripped his lips from Stefan's. "Baby, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm asking -- no, I'm demanding that my mate claim me."

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

SLAVE AUCTION - available now!


Spaced out for Love #1

By Stormy Glenn


Exclusively Available at Silver Publishing!


Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He is his own man, skirting the edge of the law and answering to no one. Arriving on a particular planet, he goes to drop off cargo and discovers a human pet being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he just bought his mate.
Claiming Tyion is not as easy as buying him. Not understanding the danger he is in, Tyion fights his situation as a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not from Earth.


"I'll take him."
"Captain, maybe you wish to choose another pet?" the auctioneer said. "This one is not yet properly trained, as you can see."
As Rojan Ja'Dar watched, the young human that caught his interest struggled against two of the guards as they stripped his scant clothing from him. He knew the human would be screaming except for the ball gag in his mouth, helpless desperation clear on the man's face.
The guards fastened the human's hands to chains hanging above his head, a spreader bar between his legs, cuffed at the ankles. The ankle bar was fastened to the floor, immobilizing the man in one place. No matter how much he struggled he couldn't get away.
Rojan saw one of the guards pull a leather flogger from a nearby cabinet. He knew even before the guard turned back to the bound human that he would beat the little man. Rojan growled, the muscles in his arms tensing. He felt an overwhelming need to protect the human. Besides, if anyone was going to mark the little man it would be him.
He reached over and grabbed the auctioneer by the scruff of his collar, lifting the sour smelling man several inches off the floor before leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. "I want him unmarked," he growled, showing a bit of fang.
"Ye -- yes, cap -- captain," the man stammered."
"The only marks he will wear will be mine," Rojan snapped before he released the man and tossed him away. His eyes went back to the man suspended from the chains in the ceiling. He really was a beautiful specimen.
Rojan had seen many humans in his lifetime, most of them slaves but a few men freed by their masters. Humans were considered an inferior race, not good for anything beyond entertainment and servitude.
As small as they were, they couldn't fight and win against those of Rojan's race, the Phangars, or most of the known universe. He had yet to meet a human that reached as high as his shoulders let alone strong enough to best him in a fight, fair or not.
Most believed they didn't have the mental capacity to be an advanced race. Their primitive world of Earth proved that, having only discovered space travel in the last fifty years. The Phangars had been in space for centuries.
As pets however, humans seemed to do extremely well, making them desired throughout the universe. They were easily mastered and just as easily trained. Their bodies, smaller and less muscular than Rojan's people, were desired for their softness and sexual compatibility with the Phangar race.
Rojan hadn't been looking for a pet to warm his bed but he wasn't adverse to the idea. His trips through the universe as a black market courier made for many nights alone in space. He considered finding a lover from his race or another more advanced race but soon decided against it when he realized he had a need to dominate someone.
He liked the power he had as captain of his own flag ship. He had a competent crew, handpicked and personally trained by him. They answered to him and only him. He was the boss. He wanted the same relationship with the creature to warm his sheets.
A human pet might be the answer. They looked pleasing to the eye, soft to hold, and trainable, nearly a perfect match to what Rojan needed in his bed. He realized it would take time to train the human to his wants and needs but soon he could have the pet of his dreams.
"I want to examine him," Rojan stated. "Alone!"
The auctioneer quickly crossed to the glass enclosed room and knocked to gain the attention of the guards. He gestured madly to the human then to Rojan. His arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread slightly apart, Rojan took on his don't fuck with me or I'll rip your head off stance, one that intimidated most people, and waited.
The guards quickly left the enclosure. Rojan walked in. He could hear the harsh breathing from the human. He could smell the man's fear. It surrounded him like a cloak, overwhelming almost every other scent in the room.
But not quite. Rojan could detect a sweet masculine scent underlying all of the human's terror. It reminded him of the massa fruit coveted by many and found only in the farthest reaches of the universe. Rojan smuggled many boxes of the precious cargo through the system. It always garnered him a high price and a pocket full of money.
Rojan walked up behind the man and looked down at his head. He truly was glorious, all sleek lines and lean muscles. Rojan ghosted his hand over the curve of the human's ass with the lightest of touches. The man arched away from him, a cry falling from his lips through the gag.
Rojan stroked a little harder. The man arched again. Rojan wondered why he would move away when he had nowhere to go. He hung suspended from the ceiling, his feet anchored to the floor. He couldn't get away.
He moved his hand down the man's silky white blond hair, shuddering at the soft feel of the silky strands moving through his fingers. He wondered if it would feel as good wrapped around his cock while the human sucked him off. It didn't matter really. He intended to find out later.
Rojan grabbed a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head back. It was only then that he noticed the blindfold covering the human's eyes. Interesting. It was as if the trainers used sensory deprivation in his training. Rojan would have to remember that.
"You're mine, pet," Rojan growled into the human's ear. He felt the man's entire body tremble against him. An increase of fear spiked the air. Rojan reached down and stroked his hand across the man's chest trying to calm him but the man bucked against him, whimpering behind his gag.
Rojan pulled the gag from the man's mouth then removed the blindfold before stepping around in front of him. He watched the man blink several times, licking his lips until his vision cleared. Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Shit!" the man gasped. "You're an alien."

Monday, June 7, 2010



A Sammy & Friends Novel
Stormy Glenn

Graham Craig and Darren Sanford have been having an affair for nearly a year, a secret affair. Graham doesn't want anyone to know. When Darren's emotions become too deeply involved, Graham knows he has to break things off, even if it feels like he's cutting out his own heart.

When his self-imposed separation from Darren becomes more than he can stand, Graham goes back to beg for another chance. He sets out to prove what they have together is special. Then Graham learns some terrifying news that changes everything. Someone has put a hit out on him and everyone he loves is in danger. Graham knows what he has to do. As much as it pains him, Graham tells Darren they are over, again. He knows that this time, Darren will never give him another chance, but at least the man will be alive to hate him. Graham goes into protective custody, along with other members of the drug task force he works on, and his family.

But when well-meaning friends interfere, can Graham save the man he loves before an assassin's bullet gets him, or will he lose Darren before he has a chance to tell him—and the entire world—how much he loves the man?


He walked into the bar like he owned the place. His self-assured presence made everyone in the room look at him, want him. Darren moved to stand against the back wall of the bar. He needed the darkness the shadows provided to have just a few extra moments to gaze at the six-foot-four Adonis.

No one walked like Graham Craig. No one looked liked him. And no one had the ability to take the breath from Darren’s lungs the way Graham did. Even after several years of knowing the man, Darren felt the same; Graham still took his breath away.

“Are you going to shoot or what?”

Darren regretfully pulled his gaze away from the man of his dreams and focused on the man in front of him. He frowned and took the pool cue Paul held out to him then studied the table. It was hard to concentrate on the game when he could see Graham approaching out of the corner of his eye.

Hell, Darren didn’t even like playing pool. He only learned how because it allowed him to be closer to Graham. It allowed him to have Graham’s muscular body pressed close to his as Graham taught him the rules of the game without anyone knowing of Darren’s growing attraction for the man.

Darren finally leaned over the table and took his shot. He was surprised when the white ball did exactly what he wanted, shooting across the green felt and hitting three other balls, knocking two into the pockets.

Darren glanced up quickly, wondering if Graham saw his shot. The smile and slight nod of approval he received from the man was better than any birthday present he’d ever been given.

“Nice shot, Darren,” Graham said in his deep, gravelly voice. “You’re learning.”

“I had a good teacher.”

“True.” Graham chuckled as he stepped close enough for Darren to smell his musk aftershave. “But I had an eager student.”

Oh, I'm eager, all right; eager to be alone with you and show you what I can really do with a long stick, two balls, and a flat surface. Darren swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. He really needed to not think that way, not right now. It wouldn’t bring him anything but pain.

“Does anyone want another beer?” he asked. “I’m going to hit the men’s room then head over to the bar.”

“I’ll take one if you’re buying,” Graham said, smirking as he reached for the pool cue in Darren’s hand.

Darren’s tongue almost fell out of his mouth when Graham leaned over the table to take the next shot. The faded denim of Graham’s jeans stretched tight over his perfect ass. God, the man was a masterpiece. A living, breathing masterpiece.

“Yeah, this round is on me,” Darren said as he quickly turned from the arousing sight and walked away. He had to walk away or he’d be reaching out to caress that perfect ass. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Darren walked across the bar and made a beeline for the men’s bathroom. He checked each stall, thankful when he found them empty. Walking to the last one, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him. He had his cock out of his pants and in his hand in three seconds flat.

Images of Graham floated through his head as he stroked his aching cock, each one more exotic than the last one. Graham had held the top position in Darren’s fantasies for ages. Darren masturbated to them nearly every day.
His breath heaved as his hand moved over his engorged shaft faster and faster. He could feel his balls start to tighten up against his body and knew his orgasm was only moments away. Darren pictured Graham laid out on his bed, the man’s naked body glistening in the low lights. He stroked faster.


Darren froze, mere seconds away from coming. He bit his lips to keep from groaning. He was so damn close. Beads of pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock. His balls felt heavy, achy.

“Darren,” the deep voice said again. “I know you’re in here. I watched you come in. Answer me, damn it.”

“What do you want, Graham?” Darren croaked out, embarrassed beyond belief at being caught jerking off in a public bathroom. He just hadn’t been able to help himself.

“What do you think I want?”

Darren groaned and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them and turned his head he could see Graham peering over the edge of the bathroom stall door. Darren felt his skin flush. He knew he’d be turning several shades of red. His skin was pale. He always showed his embarrassment.

“So, this is what you do when you go to the bathroom.” Graham chuckled and Darren felt his face flush again. Much more of this and he’d be red all of the way down to his toes. “And all this time, I thought you were coming in here to piss.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Darren snapped.

“Open the door and I’ll help you out with that.”

Darren couldn’t get the door open fast enough. He unlocked it and stepped back, feeling delightfully crowded when Graham stepped inside and locked the door behind him.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” Graham whispered against Darren’s neck. The small lick of Graham’s tongue made Darren’s legs weaken. “It’s been weeks.”

“Whose fault is that?” Darren retorted.

“Don’t be like that,” Graham said as he leaned back and looked down into Darren’s face. “You know I’ve been busy working on that damn drug taskforce. I’ve barely had time to sleep, let alone have a social life.”

Darren frowned and glanced down. “Sorry,” he said. “I’ve missed you too.”

And he had. God, how he'd missed him. It'd been weeks since they had been able to spend any time together. Theirs wasn’t the usual sweetheart type of relationship but Darren still savored every moment they spent together.

“Did you?” Graham crooned as he wrapped his hand around Darren’s cock and started slowly stroking his length. “Show me how much, baby.”

Darren’s legs trembled. He pressed his head back against the stall wall. “It’s been so long, Graham,” he moaned quietly. “I need you.”

“You can have me,” Graham replied. “Let me come over tonight.”

“Yes.” Darren groaned. He groaned louder as visions of Graham fucking him filled his head. “Yes! Oh God, yes!”

Graham claimed Darren's lips at the same moment his orgasm ripped through him. So overcome by the fire burning through his body, Darren could barely respond to the tongue thrust into his mouth.

Darren tried to extend the kiss, but Graham pulled away and put pressure on Darren's shoulders, pushing him down. Darren dropped to his knees and reached for the zipper of Graham’s jeans.

He licked his lips as he watched the button slip free and the zipper slide down. Darren gasped, his heart pounding frantically as Graham’s cock bounced out of his jeans.

“Christ, Graham,” he groaned. “You’re not wearing any boxers.”

Graham chuckled above him. “I was hoping to see you tonight. I thought I’d cut out the middle man so we could get right down to business.”

Darren was in full support of that idea. He leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the head of Graham’s cock, groaned as the flavor of Graham's pre-cum exploded across his tongue.

He leaned in farther and swallowed Graham down until his nose brushed against wiry pubic hair. Graham tasted so good, Darren didn’t even mind when the man pulled back then snapped his hips forward, driving his cock into Darren’s mouth.

“Fuck, Dar,” Graham growled. “It’s been so long; this won’t take much.”

Part of Darren regretted that. The quicker Graham got off, the quicker he pulled away, and Darren would have to go back to pretending they were just friends. Another part of Darren wanted to get Graham off from the sheer pleasure he could bring the man.

Hands clenched in Darren’s hair. “Your mouth is fucking perfect, Dar.”

Darren sucked harder, licked with more enthusiasm. He wanted to bring Graham to the heights of ecstasy. He wanted Graham to never consider having sex with anyone else again except him.

Darren knew his feelings were misplaced where Graham was concerned. They were strictly friends with benefits. And they were only friends because they met through Graham’s best friend, Jamie. Still, Darren couldn’t help but feel satisfaction when Graham growled and jerked and filled his mouth with hot cream.

He licked Graham’s softening shaft clean then tucked the object of his desire back into Graham's pants and carefully raised the zipper. Darren stood and placed his own cock back into his pants, straightening his clothes.

He finally glanced up at Graham. The closed look in Graham’s eyes as he stepped back toward the door made Darren’s heart seize. Only moments ago, they were lovers. The look in Graham’s eyes now told him that they were back to being just friends again.

Darren didn’t know how much longer he could continue this charade. He wanted to be Graham’s lover and partner, the one Graham came home to at the end of the day.

He was tired of being Graham’s dirty little secret.


Delta Wolf 2
Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn

Sebastian Rule is a Delta wolf, the enforcer for his kind. When word comes rogue alpha is holding a human hostage, Sebastian is sent to investigate, eliminating the rogue Alpha if needed. His mission goes horribly wrong and Sebastian is captured. What he finds when he wakes up though, changes the course of Sebastian’s life. The human that inhabits the shed with him is not only the “pet” of the Alpha, he is also Sebastian’s mate.

Before Sebastian can rescue his abused mate, Dobry, they are both set free by Alastar, a vampire and Sebastian’s other mate. The problem? Sebastian hates vampires. Stuck between a mate that is afraid of him and a mate that he is hesitant to claim, Sebastian’s only choice is to run with both when Alpha Rodrick gives chase. Can they learn to trust each other enough when Alpha Rodrick finally tracks them down? Or will they lose each other before they realize what they have together?


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