Monday, November 29, 2010

PRETTY BABY - finished & submitted

PRETTY BABY

Wolf Creek Pack 7

Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M, Romance

Elliot Spencer has spent his entire life trying to live up to his father's strict ideals and make him proud. When he meets a sexy at a bar, he decides for once in his life he's going to live by his rules, and that includes going home with Tommy Nash. He just doesn't know until it's too late that going home with Tommy Nash will mean changing the way he sees the world.

Tommy Nash is captivated by the chatty little man he meets at the bar where he works. Taking the man home for a night of wild sex is a no brainer, especially when he realizes that Elliot is his mate. What Tommy doesn't realize until it's too late is that Elliot is a wolf shifter like him, and Elliot doesn't know it. By the time Tommy is able to get Elliot calmed down, it's too late. He's attacked someone and Tommy's family doesn't want him to become involved with Elliot.

Together, they have to fight his family, Elliot's family, and a few people in between that believe they shouldn't be together. Tommy's biggest obstacle is proving to Elliot that they belong together and by the time he does, it may be too late. Someone is after Elliot and Tommy doesn't know if he can save his mate, even with his pack's help.

STORY EXCERPT
"Well, aren't you just the cutest damn thing."
Elliot Spencer turned to see the biggest, baldest, sexiest man he'd ever seen smiling down at him. He couldn't believe a man so gorgeous was speaking to him but wasn't stupid. He thrust out a hip and gave one of his carefully practiced poses and he winked at the man.
"I can be very cute but you'll have to make it worth my while. Can you make it worth my while? I can make it worth yours. I'm really good at that, you know, making it worth your while. I can do that."
One dark eyebrow arched on the man's forehead. Elliot felt his skin tingle when a large hand curled around his wrist and pulled him closer. He was suddenly pressed up against a hard wall of male muscles. Elliot's toes curled, his cock hardened behind his zipper. He almost purred. He wanted to purr but that would mean giving up the game before the chase even began.
Elliot trailed his finger down cotton covered abs. He looked up at the impressive man through the soft fall of his bangs. "How cute would you like me to be because I can be really cute when I need to be. I'll bet I can be even cuter than you can imagine." Elliot's head cocked to one side. "Although sexier is better than cute, don't you think?"
He couldn't stop his purr this time. It just slipped out of his lips, pulled by something beyond his control, lust, pure and simple lust. "Would you like to see me do sexy?" he asked as he pressed closer to the man. "I think I do sexy much better than cute, although I can still do cute if you really want me to. Cute is good. Cute is great in fact." Elliot frowned as he looked at the handsome man. He shook his head. "You couldn't do cute. You just wouldn't be able to pull it off. You're too sexy. I'm cute, but you're downright drool worthy. No, sexy is more your line. Maybe I should just stick to cute?"
The amount of hard body he pressed up against was impressive but not as much as the hard shaft he could feel against his abdomen. The finger that lay against his lips stopped Elliot from speaking, but just barely. Elliot was a talker. He knew that, especially when he was nervous.
"Do you ever stop talking?"
Elliot shook his head, his eyes wide. He hoped he hadn't turned the man off by talking too much. It had happened before. Elliot always talked too much. He tried to stop but then he opened his mouth and all bets were off.
"What if I gave you something else to do with your mouth?" He paused, gazing at Elliot speculatively. "Would you stop talking then?"
Elliot blinked. He nodded quickly then thought about it. Staying quiet just wasn't something he could do, not without a gag in his mouth and he didn't want to lie to the gorgeous man in front of him. Elliot's lower lip slipped out into a pout when he shook his head.
The man chuckled deeply. His deep dark silver eyes twinkled as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across Elliot's lower lip. "You have the fullest, plushest lips I've ever seen on a man but I'll bet you hear that a lot, don't you?"
Elliot nodded. What else could he do? He did hear it a lot. He had full sexy plush lips and long girly eyelashes. He was often referred to as pretty, never handsome. The delicate bone structure and soft curves of his body didn't help. He looked like a girl. He even had what he heard referred to as a bubble butt.
The feeling of the man's thumb grazing his lips sent shots of electricity zinging through his body. Unable to stop himself, Elliot stuck his tongue out and licked the man's thumb tentatively. Hot, masculine flavor exploded across his tongue, drowning his senses.
Elliot groaned. Damn! He really wanted to taste the man. He wanted to stop thinking of him as the man. He wanted a name, a relationship status, and then he wanted a flat surface…maybe a wall.
Yeah, a wall would be good, Elliot thought. The big man could push him up against the wall and…a sharp grip on his chin had Elliot's eyes snapping up to meet the man's.
"Where'd ya go, pretty baby?"
Elliot dropped his eyes as his face heated up, both because he had been envisioning the man fucking him against the wall and Elliot didn't even know his name, and because the man called him pretty baby. Elliot liked that.
"Uh uh." A hand under his chin made Elliot look back up. "I want to see those beautiful baby blue eyes," the man drawled. Elliot opened his mouth and gently bit down on the thumb pressing against his lips. He watched the man to see his reaction.
The man's eyes grew openly amused. "You're very oral, aren't you?"
Elliot flushed again but remained silent. It was almost killing him not to talk. He had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but the man seemed to want him to remain silent and Elliot wasn't going to do anything to fuck this up.
It wasn't often that Elliot got the chance to be held up against a body of this man's caliber. Men like him didn't go for men like Elliot. He was too pretty, too feminine, too giggly. If it took him keeping his mouth shut to get the man to hold him a little longer, he'd staple his lips together.
"My name is Nash, Thomas Nash. Most people call me Tommy but you can call me lover." When Tommy tried to pull his thumb out of Elliot's mouth, he protested, refusing to let go until the man arched an eyebrow at him again. Tommy chuckled. "What's your name, pretty baby?"
Elliot opened his mouth to answer then stopped. He stared at Tommy until the man nodded and smiled. "My name is Elliot, Elliot Spencer, but I really like it when you call me pretty baby so if you just wanted to call me that, well…" Elliot shrugged. "I really like it and it would be okay with me, I mean, if that's what you wanted to call me and all. Elliot is fine too, or Ell. Even Spencer, you could call me Spencer but that sounds too much like a first name so that might not be right but—"
Hard lips suddenly slammed over Elliot's, stealing his words and any remaining air in his lungs. Elliot grabbed onto Tommy's shirt and held on as his legs buckled beneath him. His insides jangled with excitement at the feel of Tommy's mouth.
Tommy's lips were hard, searching, his tongue delving deep to explore and clash with Elliot's. The caress of Tommy's lips along his, the feel of the man's hand down the side of his body set Elliot aflame. He burned for Tommy's touch, the feel of his masculine body, just for more.
When Tommy finally lifted his head, Elliot could only stare up at him, dazed. Tommy chuckled and brushed the back of his hand along Elliot's swollen lips. "I do believe I've found a way to keep you quiet, pretty baby."

ADULT EXCERPT
He was going home with Tommy, the sexiest guy on the planet. Not only that, but Tommy seemed to find him cute. Elliot had no doubt he could do cute as he told Tommy. He would have preferred that Tommy thought he was sexy but beggars couldn't be choosers. Elliot would take what he could get.
Elliot yelped when he was suddenly swung down from Tommy's shoulder and set down in the front seat of a car. He raised his arms up in the air when Tommy leaned over him and buckled him in.
Just as Tommy started to move back, Elliot leaned in and inhaled deeply, purring. "You smell really good." Elliot felt like squirming under the sudden intense stare Tommy gave him. "What?" he asked.
"That's all you have to say?"
Elliot giggled. "No, I could tell you that not only do you smell wonderful but I want to roll in your scent until it covers my body from head to toe. If I could bottle the damn stuff I'm sure I'd make millions because that's like an orgasm in a bottle and everyone likes the smell of an orgasm. Well, maybe not everyone but I do, but if I bottled it just for myself I wouldn't make millions and--"
Elliot heard Tommy's deep chuckle right before his lips were covered, Tommy's tongue sliding over his. Elliot liked kissing. He could sit for hours and just make out with someone, if he could find someone willing to kiss him that long.
Kissing Tommy took things to a whole new level. Elliot was a little embarrassed that he'd come in his pants inside the bar but the longer Tommy kissed him and the closer he came to doing it again. He already tittered on the edge and they hadn't even left the parking lot yet.
When Tommy finally lifted his head to look down at him, Elliot just blinked, panting heavily. There wasn't anything to say after getting a kiss like that, there just wasn't. Well, maybe please, can I have another?
Tommy chuckled and stood up, closing Elliot's door. Elliot watched him walk around the car and climb into the driver's seat. The car rumbled as Tommy started it up. Elliot knew he was supposed to be impressed when Tommy glanced over at him but for the life of him, Elliot had no idea what kind of car it was. As far as he was concerned, it was a car, a red car. He just wanted to know how fast it could get them back to Tommy's house.
"How fast does this thing go?" Elliot asked. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the condom and bottle of lube he carried. "Because I want to know when I should open this bottle and start getting ready. You promised me you'd be in my ass five minutes after we got to your house and I'm holding you to that promise. And how are your walls? Are they strong cause I have this fantasy of you holding me up against the wall and--"
The car suddenly peeled out of the bar parking lot. Elliot yelped and grabbed the dashboard. Tommy hit the gas and the car sped down the road. Elliot sat back in his seat and looked out the window. He seriously doubted they were doing anything close to the speed limit.
Elliot glanced back at Tommy and watched for his reaction as he popped the top button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. The car suddenly slowed down to a crawl, Tommy's eyes riveted on Elliot's sensual movements.
"I can't wait until we get back to your place," Elliot said as he pushed his hand inside of his jeans and pulled his cock out of his boxers. There was a small trace of cum from earlier. Elliot wiped some up on his fingers and held his hand out to Tommy. "See what you did to me? One little kiss and a quick feel and I came all over my pants. Can you imagine what I'm going to be like when you actually fuck me? I'm so close now I'm ready to come again and you haven't even touched me yet."
Elliot pulled his pants apart baring his naked cock to Tommy's smoky eyes. "Just look at me. I'm hard as a rock already." He wiped a drop or pearly liquid off the head of his cock. "If you get me this aroused just by a kiss I might pass out if you fuck me."
The car suddenly pulled to the side of the road and turned off. Before Elliot could question Tommy, the man was out of his seat belt and moving toward Elliot's side of the car. One hand gripped a handful of Elliot's hair at the nape of his neck. The other hand wrapped around Elliot's cock.
Hard lips pressed against Elliot's, claiming him roughly. Elliot gloried in the out-of-control grip Tommy had on his body. Elliot's flesh prickled at Tommy's touch. He felt the blood surge from his fingertips to his toes when Tommy moved from his lips to his neck.
His heart thudded noisily within him when Tommy bit down on the soft flesh of his neck. Elliot cried out loudly as Tommy's touch brought him to another blistering orgasm. His gaze grew hazy and his head fell back against the seat as he covered Tommy's hand with his release.
Elliot hovered in a blissful state, the touch of Tommy's lips on his throat oddly soft and caressing. He wrapped one hand around Tommy's head, holding him there and reached for the buttons of Tommy's pants with the other.
Tommy quickly grabbed Elliot's hand stopping him. Elliot tilted his head back and stared at Tommy in confusion when the man just smiled at him and shook his head. Didn't Tommy want him to return the favor? Tommy brought him to orgasm twice. He'd had none.
"I'm not going to come until I'm buried balls deep in your ass, pretty baby," Tommy said as he pushed Elliot's hand away. He gave Elliot one more quick kiss, his silver grey eyes sliding to the bite on Elliot's neck before he scooted back to his side of the car.

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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Book of the Week Nominee

Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews wants to know which book or story sounds like the best read based on their reviews. The winning author gets a nifty button and the privilege of having their book or story featured at the top of that page the entire next week!


Our story Blood Lust" was reviewed by them this week and is up for Book of the Week honor this weekend

(voting runs from Saturday, November 27th through Sunday November 28th).

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Please stop by and vote for your favorite book!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Romantic Hero/Heroine Contest

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but there is nothing more powerful than a love story. Love stories can make us happy or sad. They can make us laugh or cry. They make us fall in love. And stories can give us an even bigger thrill particularly when those words are created just for us.

Be your own romantic hero in a story you help write.

To celebrate the release of my 50th book, I am offering a contest where the winner will star in his or her own erotic romance novel, written for you with you in mind… your description, your lifestyle, your job, even your dog. Use yourself or a character you've always dreamed of creating. You help co-author your book by providing the names, features and places that personalize your book. It does not have to be you or even your gender. Can be a character you create. You give me the details. I use my imagination to write your romance story. Choose from several action-packed romantic titles or one of your own. Choose from several genres and sub-genres.

What kind of romantic hero/heroine do you want to be?

M/F, M/F/M, M/M, M/M/M

Action, Suspense, Sci-Fi/Futuristic, Ruebenesque, Fairytale/Myth, Paranormal, BDSM, D/s, Menage a Trois, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Modern Cowboy, Elf/Fae, Shapeshifter, Etc.

This will be erotic romance. The final story will contain elements which are highly descriptive and sexually graphic. Content is decided by winner with final say by author. Winner will receive eBook and autographed print copy of their story. All proceeds, including copyright, belong to the author.

TO ENTER

Leave a comment on my blog about what you would like to see in YOUR romance novel under this contest posting along with your email address where you can be contacted if you win. Winner will be chosen at random from all entries submitted.

Contest Drawing December 25th, 2010

PRIDE MATE - Finished & Submitted

PRIDE MATE

Katzman 3

Coming December 30th

Erotic Futuristic, M/M Romance

Shaikh Bogden Dhal Wuher Al'Abdalha couldn't forget Anjali or the time they spent together. If it hadn't been for the death of his father, Bogden never would have left his mate. And he knows Anjali is his mate. They dream together.

To get Anjali back, Bogden buys his contract and sends for him. But Anjali isn't overjoyed to see Bogden. Instead, Anjali thinks he is a slave, bought due to his training as a pleasure slave. And he's pissed when he discovers who his new master is.

Before they can settle their differences, someone betrays them, attacking their desert camp. Chaos reigns as Bogden and Anjali try to fight for their people, fight for each other, and fight to stay alive. But can two men win against insurmountable odds or will they lose the love they share before they know they have it?


STORY EXCERPT

"I've found him."

"Him?" Hassan asked, arching an eyebrow curiously. "Who him? Could you be more specific, brother?"

"My mate," Shaikh Bogden Dhal Wuher Al'Abdalha said simply as he looked across the table at his brothers. He folded his hands together to keep from drumming his fingers anxiously on the table as he waited for his brothers' responses.

"Many blessings upon you, brother," Urik said, pounding on Bogden's back so hard he grunted and fell forward. Urik was strong, the strongest of all the brothers. The man could crush someone if he wasn't careful.

Bogden was just grateful that his brother never challenged him for leadership of their pride. Urik might win. Luckily, he said time and time again that he didn't want the mantle of leadership. He much preferred not being in charge of the pride, just himself.

"Thank you, brother," Bogden said after righting himself.

"So, where is he?" Hassan asked as he plopped down in a chair across the table from Bogden. He looked excited, but not as excited as Bogden felt that he could share this news with his brothers. "When do we get to meet him?"

"That part is not so easy." Bogden grimaced. "I do not believe he knows we are mates."

"He doesn't know?" Hassan asked. "How can that be? A mate always knows."

"He's not a Katzman." Bogden grimaced as he watched the surprise and shock on his brothers' faces as he imparted that bit of information. "I found him when I was in service to the High Ruler. Anjali is from Elquone like Commander Chellak Rai's mate."

Bogden couldn't help but smile as he remembered the sexy little man he'd discovered while on a rescue mission with Commander Rai. He knew the moment he spotted Anjali inside the cave that they were meant to be together.

"Ashu!" Urik swore softly. "You really know how to make thing complicated, don't you?"

"What are you going to do?" Hassan asked.

"Offer a contract for him?" Bogden asked. He hated the idea of offering a contract for his mate but he couldn't think of any other way to get the man now that Anjali had returned to his home planet of Elquone. "What else can I do?"

"Meet him?" Hassan asked.

"We've already met, Hassan. We rescued Anjali along with Trajan and Saris after they crashed on that deserted planet." Bogden grinned proudly. "Anjali is the one that knocked Toc Jerell on his ass."

"Then ask him if he's even interested in being with you. Get to know him a little better."

"And if he says no?" Urik snapped. "You know what will happen to Bogden if he's denied his mate, his mayht. Is that what you want for him?"

"No, of course not, but…" Hassan shook his head.

"I will have my mate, Hassan."

"Isn't there just some way you can, I don't know…" Hassan waved his hand absently in the air, "work him into it slowly or something? Do you really have to purchase his contract?"

"Hassan!" Bogden snapped then immediately regretted it when his youngest brother's head dropped forward. "Look, Hassan," he said, calming his voice and his facial features, "I promise to give him whatever time I can but now that I know he is out there, I can wait no longer to claim him."

He really didn't need Hassan's agreement to claim his mate. It was an instinctual imperative to claim a mate once they had been found. Bogden could no more deny that natural part of himself than he could stop breathing. Anjali was his.

It helped that Bogden had recently been appointed the Shaikh of the Leonid Pride upon his father's death. Bogden now ruled all of the Province of Leonidia, as his father had done before him. His word was law and final. Still, it made things easier to have his brothers' agreement and support.

"So, will you help me obtain my mate?" Bogden asked hopefully as he looked across the large wooden table at his brothers. They nodded their heads. "Alright, I'll have Yasir get the ball rolling first thing in the morning."

"What if he says no, Bogden?" Hassan asked.

"Why would he? I'm offering him a good life here. As my mate, he'll help me rule our people. He'll be the Hahyda, the heart of our pride."

"I don't know, Bogden." Hassan shrugged. "It all seems so cold and calculating to me. I mean come on, a contract? Weren't those outlawed by the Federation of Planets? Look at all the trouble Chellak Rai went through when he had a contract with his mate? He almost went to prison."

"Hassan," Bogden said, "You know I don't have any other choice. I need my mate. As for the contract, that is what is needed to bring Anjali to our province. I figure if we complete the mating ceremony when he arrives then no one can say anything."

"I know. I just feel bad about--"

"Hassan, things are still precarious on Katzmann. You know that," Bogden said. "Our life here is dangerous even without the interference from the Federation of Planets. I have to bring Anjali here as fast as I can and complete the mating before his contract is sold to someone else. I don't have time to romance him."

"Yeah, but it's like you're buying him. Why can't you just get to know him first? Isn't that what normal people do?"

"Hassan, we are not normal people." Bogden chuckled.

"No, I guess not, but this still feels wrong."

"Once I get Anjali here and complete the mating ceremony, I'll make sure that there is nothing that he wants for. If he's anything like most people I know, he'll be in heaven."

"If you say so," Hassan grumbled. "But I still don't like it."

"Would you rather I didn't send for him?" Bogden asked, his voice hardening with aggravation. Everyone knew what would happen if Bogden didn't have his mate now that he'd found him. The separation would drive Bogden insane.

"No, but—"

"Look, let's just do this and we'll deal with the fallout after he's here, okay?" Urik said, looking between the brothers.

"Urik." Hassan laughed. "Ever the voice of reason."

"Bite me!" Urik snarled, making Hassan laugh even harder.

"Okay, I'm going to go talk with Yasir. I'll be back in a little while," Bogden said as he stood to his feet. He could barely stop himself from rolling his eyes at his brothers. They were always arguing with each other. Maybe it came from growing up together but he knew neither of them would hurt the other, or him. They were brothers, with Bogden being born first, then Urik, and last came Hassan.

They were also closer than he believed most brothers were. Bogden knew that his brothers would do anything for him just as he would for them. Needing his mate wasn't going to change that. Bogden wouldn't let it.

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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Kris Cook Radio Chat

Kris Cook, author of

"Lillian's Rogues,"

"Perfection,"

"Captivation,"

and "Three to Play"

Will be talking with Tymber Dalton about writing sexy and hot erotica.

Come join in the live radio chat!

11/18/2010 8:00 PM

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GAMES MEN PLAY

By

G.A. Hauser


Rufus Jennison was at a transition in his life. Soon to be laid off, thirty-five and recently single, Rufus knew something needed to change before he threw up his hands and gave up on any hope of happiness.

Stockton ‘Stocky’ Hastings was also on his own and his self-esteem was in the gutter. ‘Stocky’ was his nickname for a reason. He didn’t think a guy like Rufus would even consider him a date, let alone a mate. Stockton was wrong.

Two men- both with hidden insecurities and self-doubt find strength in each other. But unfortunately it comes with the games. The Games Men Play .


An excerpt from the book

He parked on the street in front of the house and before he brought all of his equipment inside, he headed to the front door. A deep inhale for courage and a last effort of tucking in his shirt, then quickly untucking it so it hid his stomach, and Stockton rang the doorbell.
A rushed looking Rufus answered.
The surge to Stockton’s groin at the sight of him wasn’t something he could prevent. “Hi.”
Rufus held open the door. “Thank you so much for making a special trip.”
“It’s my job. I don’t mind.” Stockton past Rufus to enter the living room. It was neat and clutter free. What he expected. Yet it didn’t drip of money. It appeared more like an average household. And Stockton had seen it all. From the hovels in Trotwood to the mansions of Centerville.
“This way.” Rufus seemed anxious. He led the way to a bathroom, stepping inside and pointing, shifting his weight from leg to leg.
Stockton picked up the broken piece. “Yup. Exactly what I figured. I brought a selection. You want to take a look?”
“Sure.”
Stockton returned to the front door, wondering if Rufus thought his ass was huge in the shorts he was wearing. He was already hot from the outside humidity and air temperature, but his own paranoia was making him warmer.
He stood at his truck and yanked open the bed, climbing on to show Rufus what he had brought. “This one is the top of the line.”
Rufus took the box from him, resting it on the truck and opening the flap. “Nice.”
Stockton recoiled as he remembered, ‘Nisssss!’ from yesterday.
“You okay?” Rufus noticed his odd expression.
“Huh? Yeah.” He reached for another box. “I like this one too.” While Rufus inspected it, Stockton gave him a good once over. He could see all the solid muscles in Rufus’ arms, the roundness of his chest under his polo shirt, his narrow waist. Stockton was in heat, and also knew Rufus was way out of his league. And straight, dumb-ass!
“Will they fit?”
Stockton snapped back to attention. “Yes. They come standard. Those will fit your sink, no problem.”
“You mind replacing the whole thing? Today?”
“It’s my job.” Stockton laughed.
“I keep forgetting. You feel like a good friend.”
The smile dropped from Stockton’s face and he knew his cheeks went red. He avoided Rufus’s curious gaze. “Uh, so, if you don’t like either of those, we can head to the home store and pick out—”
“I like this one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“You don’t have to take it just because I have it.”
Rufus tilted his head. “Should I not take it?”
“No. It’s a good one.” I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot.
Rufus handed it to him. “I like it.”
“Okay. Let me get some tools together.”
“I’ll take this in for you. Look, just tell me what you want me to do. I can be your assistant for the job. I’m completely incompetent, but I can help you carry things.”
Stockton broke out into a sweat. Not only was he hot, he was getting hot to trot. If he could tell Rufus what he wanted him to do, the list would be long, and very sensual.
“I got it.” Stockton slung a tool belt around his hips and hoisted a bucket with more items. He hopped down from the truck and closed the tailgate just as it began raining.
“You need to cover your rig?”
“No. It’s good.” Stockton stared at Rufus’s tight ass as he returned to the house. A perfect ten. That’s what this guy is. A perfect fucking ten.
“I hate this humidity.” Rufus placed the box with the new faucet on the bathroom vanity. “Do you remember it getting this humid before?”
“Yeah. Last year was a cold summer. I think we always get a hot humid few months.” Stockton opened the cabinet under the sink.
“Shit. I should have cleared that out.” Rufus knelt down and began removing the items underneath.
“It’s okay.”
Rufus brushed shoulders with Stockton as he gathered the bath tissue and extra shampoo bottles into his arms. Stockton took a good inhale of Rufus’s cologne as he did. “I’ll just push it aside. Don’t worry.”
“No. I can get it.”
“Where’s your water main?”
Rufus blinked.
His expression was so sweet, Stockton laughed. “Man. You are clueless with this stuff.”
“I am. How embarrassing.”
“I’ll find it. Where’s your laundry room?”
“I do know where that is.” Rufus gave Stockton a sly smile.
It sent the chills running up Stockton’s spine. Sexy. So incredibly sexy!


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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Come chat with me - Live!

Come chat with me, Stormy Glenn, and author, Kris Cook.

We'll have a mix of readers, reviewers, and authors (aspiring and published).

One lucky winner will win a free eBook copy of Heart Song, my latest release.

November 17, 2010 - Wednesday at 8pm CT – US

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Monday, November 8, 2010

HEART SONG

HEART SONG

True Blood Mate 1

M/M, Paranormal, Werewolf, Erotic Romance

Coming November 15th

This new release is offered at a 10% discount for four weeks.

Ten years ago, Darren Hart was rescued from a fall by a gorgeous man that tells him an outlandish tale. Once he returns to civilization, his memories blur and he begins to believe the voice in his head is a figment of his imagination.

Now, Darren is a successful veterinarian who believes he is just a bit crazy. After years of therapy and medications, he has learned to live with the sexy voice in his head. He even carries on conversations and occasionally fantasizes about the voice. When he's attacked, Darren doesn't know what to think but when the voice comes to rescue him in the form of the most gorgeous man he's ever met, Darren is positive he's lost his mind.

On the run from a killer, Darren has to come to terms with the fact that the voice is real and has a name. Asher Stone is the alpha of a werewolf clan and claims that Darren is his alpha mate. Can Darren believe in Asher's promise that they were meant to be together or will an unknown assailant kill him before he realizes that being the alpha mate is what he desires most in the world?



STORY EXCERPT

“I’m heading home, Dr. Hart. Is there anything you need before I leave?”

Darren Hart glanced up from the papers he was working on to smile at the perky little blonde. “No, Chrissy, I’m good. I’m just going to finish up this paperwork, do another pass through the kennel, and then head home myself.”

“Don’t stay too long, Dr. Hart. You need your rest as much as the rest of us.”

Darren chuckled. He held up his hand, two fingers pressed up and together. “Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout, Dr. Hart.” Chrissy giggled.

“No, but I wanted to be.” Darren chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked back down at the papers on his desk. “They had some awesome uniforms.”

“Okay, on that note, I’m out of here.” Chrissy laughed. “‘Night, Dr. Hart.”

“Goodnight, Chrissy, drive safe. I’ll see you Monday, bright and early.”

Darren listened to Chrissy leave, the distinct sound of the front door locking behind her. He liked his veterinarian assistant. She was a good kid, although a tad giggly at times.

Still, choosing Chrissy before she finished school to be his assistant was one of the best decisions he ever made. Chrissy worked hard, loved the animals they worked on, and she seemed to have a special affinity for them.

The biggest plus was that Chrissy never gave Darren any crap about being gay. Darren made it clear about that the day he hired her. He wanted his workplace to be a happy place to work. He refused to work with people that would put him down or make fun of him because he was gay. He had enough of that in school and growing up. Now that he owned and operated his own veterinarian clinic, he refused to deal with it if he could help it.

“She really is a cutie, isn’t she?”

Darren rolled his eyes, refusing to answer the voice in his head. He knew it was a figment of his imagination. The doctors said so, every damn last one of them he’d been forced to go to since he first heard the voice.

Logically, Darren knew the voice was a symptom of his psychosis due to the head injury he suffered ten years before while on a hiking trip. At first, he’d taken the medications the doctors prescribed him, but after awhile he decided to just live with the voice. He hated the medications. They made him woozy and filled his head with a fog that made it hard to do just about everything. Not taking the medication meant the voice was always there. Sometimes Darren listened and talked back, usually when he was tired or lonely, but frequently he just tried to ignore it.

“Not talking to me today, Dary?”

“I’m working.”

“You work too hard, my love.”

“I am not your love!”

Darren gritted his teeth, trying not to scream in frustration. He’d been over this before with the voice in his head, a voice that was kind enough to give himself the name Asher.

A part of Darren found it strange that the psychosis in his head had a separate personality from him, considering it was all in his imagination. Maybe he had a split personality or something.

“Ah, but you are my love, Dary. You will always be my love.”

“Asher, look, you—”

Darren’s head snapped up when he heard a noise outside his office. Dropping his pen to his desk, he climbed to his feet and walked to the doorway of his office. Looking left and right, Darren couldn’t see anything out of place.

A short walk down the hallway took him to the lobby of his veterinary clinic. The lights were off, but there was enough light shining in from the parking lot that he could see a small cardboard box sitting several feet outside of the doorway.

“What the hell is that?” he whispered to himself, forgetting his voice could hear him speak.

“Darren, what’s going on?” Asher asked.

“There’s a cardboard box outside the front door.”

“Darren, stay inside,” Asher virtually shouted into Darren’s head. “Don’t open the door.”

“It’s just a cardboard box.”

Darren walked to the door and reached for the lock. It wasn’t unusual for people to drop kittens or puppies off at his front door during the night. He was used to it and figured it was just another box of pets. But as he started to unlock the door, a shadow crossed the pavement from one side of the building. Darren paused and tried to get a better look. He couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it seemed to have four legs.

“Darren, what’s going on?”

“I think there’s something outside, a dog maybe.”

“Please, Darren, stay inside.”

Darren rolled his eyes and unlocked the door, pushing it open. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s just a dog or something. Besides, if there are kittens or puppies out here, you know I can’t leave them there.”

Darren started to step out the door when the shadow suddenly took shape. It was the biggest damn dog Darren had ever seen. A shadow from the other side of the building caught Darren’s attention as it stepped into view. Damn, the dog had a friend.

“Okay, maybe going outside isn’t such a good idea.”

“Darren?”

“Those are the biggest damn dogs I have ever seen.” Darren looked a little closer through the glass as the two dogs growled at him, baring their teeth. “Actually, I don’t think they are dogs at all. Asher, do you think it’s possible for wild wolves to be this far inside the city limits?”

“Darren, please, love, don’t go outside.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking staying inside is a good idea.”



The excerpt below contain explicit adult language and sexual content.
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age.


Darren was mesmerized by the sensual glint in Ash’s baby blue eyes as the man slowly lowered his head. He captured Darren’s lips in a deep, spine-tingling kiss that rocked him all the way down to his toes.

Darren groaned at the strong, heady taste of the man kissing him filling his mouth. He grabbed the front of Ash’s shirt and pulled him closer, needing more contact with Ash’s body. The feeling of Ash’s hard body against his was heaven. Darren bent his leg and pressed his knee against the outer edge of Ash’s waist. His hands clenched in the fabric of Ash’s shirt as the man’s body pressed closer against him.

Darren wanted more. He tugged on Ash’s shirt, pulling on him. He groaned, the tingles shooting throughout his body at the touch of Ash’s hand moving down his body almost more than he could handle.

Ash gripped Darren’s hips and pulled him closer. Darren shuddered when he felt the thickness of Ash’s hard cock push against the apex of his thighs. He moved, crying out when his cock smashed against Ash’s.

He looked up at Ash, the heat smoldering in the man’s eyes burning into him. When Ash moved his hand and gripped his ass cheek, Darren couldn’t help but arch up into the man’s body. The sensations brought on by the man above him were just too great to ignore.

“Dean,” Ash rasped out, “why don’t you and the pups go get something to eat?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t take us too long to find something,” Dean replied.

Darren glanced up to see Dean gathering the puppies up in his arms and carrying them out the door, shutting it behind him. He wanted the man gone so he could get busy with Ash, but he was concerned about letting the puppies out of his sight.

“Uh, he won’t—”

“The pups couldn’t be in safer hands, Dary,” Ash murmured between kisses along Darren’s neck and jaw line. “I promise.”

Darren tried to reply, to make some intelligent response other than a strangle moan, but the blood was draining from his brain and pooling in his groin with each touch of Ash’s lips on his sensitive skin.

“Ash…Ash, I—”

“Shh, Dary, I have you,” Ash whispered. Darren groaned and arched into the hand Ash cupped around his aching cock. He shuddered when he heard the soft rasp of a zipper being pulled down. Cool air hit his shaft before it was quickly covered by Ash’s hot hand. “I’ll take good care of you, love.”

“Oh, I dreamed of this,” Darren whispered raggedly. “I dreamed of your hands on me. It’s been so long, and all I’ve had is the voice in my head to jerk off to. It’s—” Darren suddenly gasped and sat up, pushing Ash’s hand away to bury his head in his hands as he groaned. “Oh my god, I’ve been jerking off to the voice in my head.” Darren never felt more embarrassed than he did at that moment. For years, he’d been jerking off to the sexy voice in his head…and the voice was real!

“And you wouldn’t believe how sexy that was, Dary.” Darren resisted the hands that pulled him back for just a moment then cuddled into Ash’s broad chest, burying his face against the man. “And just a little bit dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Darren frowned then tilted his head back to look up into Ash’s smiling face. “How could that be dangerous?”

“That voice thing goes both ways, Dary. I can hear you just as you hear me. I can also feel you like you feel me.” Ash’s smirk seemed to be directed more at himself than Darren. “I’d be sitting in a meeting or something, and all of a sudden I’d be horny as hell, your sweet voice murmuring to me, every aroused emotion you had hitting me like a ton of bricks. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve left a meeting right in the middle of it to go jerk off in my bathroom.”

Darren started to chuckle as the image of Ash running from a meeting to go relieve himself in the bathroom filled his head. He didn’t quite feel so bad knowing he affected Ash just as much as the big man affected him.

“So, this bond thing goes both ways then?”

“Yeah, it does,” Ash said, frowning slightly. “Does that bother you?”

“No, it’s just a little hard to get used to. I’m remembering everything I said to you, all the stuff I shared with the voice. It’s a little embarrassing, you know?”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Dary. We are bonded, we share everything.”

“Yeah?” Darren liked the sound of that. He wanted someone special to share everything with. He hated being alone, although as he looked back, he never felt truly alone as long as he had the voice in his head talking to him.

“Yeah.” One corner of Ash’s mouth lifted up in a small smile. “If you remember back, I didn’t just listen to you, I talked to you, too. I shared my deepest desires with you, even if you only thought I was a voice in your head.”

“I just can’t believe you’re real.”

Ash chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. Darren closed his eyes and groaned when he felt Ash’s hand move down his body to wrap around his cock again. “I’m very real, Dary.”

Darren couldn’t believe how fast the touch of Ash’s hands on his body could take him from normal to hot and horny in a matter of seconds. The man barely had to touch him and Darren felt like he was going up in flames.

“I want…I want…” Darren wasn’t sure how to ask what he wanted. He wasn’t even sure if he should ask. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted. According to Ash, they had been getting to know each other for years, shared their deepest, most intimate thoughts with each other. Yet, they’d just met in person.

Darren shuddered when Ash’s hands pushed down the back of his pants and between his ass checks, Ash’s fingers skimming over his puckered hole. “Soon, Dary, soon I will take you here and make you all mine.”

Darren wanted it now! He wanted the hard cock he could feel pressing against him to pound into his ass. His sensitive hole quivered at the mere thought. Darren started panting. He needed so bad.

“Ash, please!”

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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Mating Heat and Blood Lust

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