Sunday, May 31, 2015

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: The Best Parts (Cade Creek 7)


Cade Creek 7

Coming July 23rd

Recovering from a car accident in the sleepy little town of Cade Creek should have been a dream come true, but for Noah Helmond, it has been nothing but a nightmare. Ostracized by everyone for things he couldn’t prevent, Noah is trying his level best to make amends. But even he has his limits and when the man he starts to fall for rips the truth out of him, Noah has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stay and fight for what they could have together or run.

Paul Rafferty loves being a fire fighter. It fulfills his need to protect those that can’t protect themselves. When he meets Noah and learns who the man is, he’s prepared to think the worst. But there’s something compelling in Noah’s sad eyes that make Raff think that there is more to the story than what he has been told. Getting Noah to admit that might be the hardest battle he’s ever fought.
When trouble comes looking for Noah, asking for help means revealing secrets Noah has kept hidden for years, ones that will not only tear his family apart but have a significant impact on more than one resident in Cade Creek, and that may be asking too much.

Paul Rafferty stood by the door and watched the sandy blond haired man that sat in the corner talking softly on the phone. He was trying to be professional and not drool, but damn, the guy was simply gorgeous. Raff could eat him up.
The furtive glances the man kept sending him made Raff wonder if the man might be interested in more than a simple hello. He quickly looked at the man’s ring finger. No ring. Hopefully, that meant no significant other as well.
Raff didn’t do married man.
He watched the man hang up the phone and hand it back to Elijah. The two men talked for a moment before Elijah went running out the door. As close as he knew Elijah was to his secretary, Raff had no doubt the man was on his way up to the hospital.
When the man stood and grabbed his backpack off the floor, Raff knew he couldn’t let him get away without at least introducing himself. If he was lucky, maybe he could make a date to meet the man for coffee later.
Raff glanced around to make sure none of his fellow firemen were watching before approaching the gorgeous man. He wasn’t ashamed of his desire to meet the stranger but he was technically on the clock. Flirting while on duty was a big no-no.
“You did good.”
The man’s jaw dropped for the briefest moment as he looked up, and then snapped shut. His eyes rounded as if he hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him. “Thank you,” he said in a rather subdued voice. “I didn’t do all that much.”
“You probably saved her life.” Raff grew curious when he heard the man’s soft inhale when Raff smiled. “Where did you learn CPR?” Raff found himself riddled with curiosity when the man’s face paled. What was that all about? “Are you okay?”
Maybe he was suffering from an adrenaline crash?
“Here, why don’t you sit down?” Before he fell down, because he looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. Raff started to reach out and take the man’s arm to lead him to a chair when he caught a flash of white and red. “You’re bleeding.”
“Oh this?” The man held up his hand, staring at it as if bleeding was an everyday occurrence for him. “I was in a car crash a couple of weeks ago. I must have busted the stitches open when I was giving Sandy CPR. It’s nothing.”
“Here, why don’t you sit down and let me take a look at that.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Sit,” Raff said in a stern tone.
Surprisingly, the man sat.
Raff grabbed the medical case and brought it over, setting it on the floor before reaching for the man’s injured hand. “Tell me if this hurts,” he said as he began unwrapping the bandage wrapped around the man’s hand. “I’m Raff.”
Raff grinned again. “Hello, Noah. It’s nice to meet you.”
The man blinked up at him. “Hello.”
He grimaced as he finished unwrapping the man’s injured hand. Noah’s fingers curled in toward his palm. From the way they were twisted, Raff wondered just how much use the man had in them. It didn’t look like much. There were also several small cuts sutured together, some of them bleeding. Raff cleaned them up and the covered the bleeding ones with butterfly bandages before re-wrapping the entire hand again.
“Are you new to Cade Creek?” As much as Raff wanted to keep Noah distracted with the random questions, he also wanted information. Like, did the man even like guys? From the way he stared and the occasional flaring of his nostrils, Raff was pretty sure he was on the right track.
“Um, sort of. I’m just here taking a care of some business.” Noah breathed in deeply and then kind of folded in on himself as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “I’m not staying.”
“That’s too bad. I was kind of hoping we could have coffee.”
Noah’s jaw dropped.
“Is that so strange?” Raff asked. “You are a very attractive man.”
“Do you know who I am?” The words were almost hissed out, the man’s blue eyes watering.
“You said your name is Noah.” Raff wouldn’t have forgotten that.
Noah stood, grabbing his backpack again before backing toward the door. Raff could tell he was going to run. Whatever was bringing tears to the man’s eyes must be so big that it was overwhelming everything else. Noah looked like he was about to collapse under his anguish.
“My name is Noah,” he whispered. “Noah Helmond.”
With that one name, Raff understood why the man had been so shocked by Raff’s interest. Jack and Hank were both enraged with Noah. They scowled every time they saw him or heard his name.
“And now you know,” Noah whispered with such rough acceptance of being the object of hatred that Raff ached for the man.
And then he was gone.

“You have beautiful eyes.”
Noah was envious of the easy smile that spread across Raff’s mouth at his words. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled or even felt the urge to smile. Happiness was something he had long ago given up. Maintaining his sanity was all he had left.
Raff’s hand moved to cuddle the side of Noah’s face, the touch gentle yet firm. “I’m kind of partial to blue eyes.”
Noah’s breath hitched as his throat grew thick. “Yeah?” His gaze dropped to Raff’s luscious lips. God, the things he wanted to do to those lips. Hell, the things he wanted those lips to do to him. He could build entire fantasies around them.
“You’re all wet.”
The amusement in Raff’s voice was laced with something else, something hot and needy and lust filled. Something that made Noah’s balls clench.
“We should probably get you out of these wet clothes.”
Noah just nodded. He was pretty much beyond speech at that point. Raff was staring down at him with such intensity, almost as if Noah was the most important person in the universe. No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had ever thought of him like that.
Seeing what he hoped was lust in Raff’s eyes, Noah prayed with everything in him and whispered, “Maybe you could help me with that?”
He would totally understand if Raff rejected his advances. What man in his right mind would get hooked up with someone as messed up as he was? Not only did he had a wife, a set of parents that doubled as Satan’s minions, and a woman out there carrying his child, but he couldn’t walk ten feet in Cade Creek without getting an angry glare.
He was the worst prospect in the history of prospects.
Raff really should run.
When Raff began to lift the hem of Noah’s shirt, Noah froze for a second. A quick glance around showed that no one could really see them. They were high enough above the town and far enough off the beaten path to be hidden, especially this early in the morning, and during the rain.
Noah raised his arms and allowed his shirt to be pulled up and off. Noah’s fingers tingled as he settled them on the tight muscles of Raff’s chest. Had there ever been a more perfect specimen of manhood ever built? Raff was the stuff dreams were made of.
Raff’s dark eyes grew steamy as he reached for the hem of Noah’s pajama bottoms, pushing them down Noah’s legs. Noah’s chest felt heavy as he stepped out of the soggy material and finally stood before Raff with no way to hide anything. He felt like he was baring his soul, not just his body.
When Raff growled and reached for him, yanking him close, Noah forgot to breath. When the man’s mouth settled over his in a kiss that curled his toes, Noah forgot to think. And when Raff’s massive hands began sliding over his wet skin, Noah forgot everything except the man holding him.
The press of Raff’s wide muscular body against his back made Noah feel small. The strong thick arms that encircled him made Noah feel safe and protected. The hard cock pushing against his ass through the thin material of Raff’s pajama bottoms made him feel aroused. He really wanted to feel the man’s hard cock against his naked skin.
Hell, he wanted to feel all of Raff against his naked skin, preferably with Raff just as naked.
Noah groaned.
He was in so much trouble.
Noah shivered at the feel of warm breath blowing across his neck. His eyes dropped closed as he tried to concentrate on the sounds around him, his breathing, the soft patter of rain on the roof, anything to drown out the feel of Raff’s hand stroking his skin as it slowly inched down toward his cock.
Noah ached. He needed. He cried out when that hand finally touched him. His body bucked, arching towards the hand touching him. His movements were met by a low deep chuckle from the man torturing him.
Noah’s head fell back against Raff’s chest when the man reached between them and grabbed his hard cock. The pressure was unbelievable. It was just strong enough to let Noah know Raff’s hand was there but light enough to keep him just on the edge of an orgasm.
It was pure torture.
Noah’s mouth dropped open as nearly silent whimpers of need broke free. Raff had one hand on Noah’s chest, gently pinching and tugging at his nipples. The other hand stroked Noah’s cock.
His body hummed with arousal.
“Please,” Noah pleaded, not really sure what he was begging for but knowing he needed something more.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Touch me,” Noah begged as he grabbed onto Raff’s hips to ground himself. “Please, touch me.”
Noah’s plea was instantly answered. Raff wrapped his hand back around Noah’s cock and stroked him. His other hand caressed Noah’s chest, moving back and forth between his nipples to play with them both. Raff’s lips moved from Noah’s ear to his neck, licking a path around to the edge of Noah’s jaw.
Noah’s body throbbed when Raff grabbed a fistful of his hair and angled his head up. When Raff’s mouth covered his, Noah felt all of the air in his lungs escape, leaving him breathless and wanting. The feel of Raff’s tongue brushing against his sent Noah into a tailspin of desire.
He dug his fingers into the hard thick muscles of Raff’s hips as the pressure building in his balls exploded out the top of his cock. Noah’s groan of completion was loud in the silence surrounding them as he covered Raff’s hand with white pearly seed.
“That’s it, baby,” Raff murmured against Noah’s lips. “Give it all to me.”

Thursday, May 28, 2015

NOW AVAILABLE: Starting Something (Cade Creek 5)

Cade Creek 5
Hank Vaught had a past, one that made him wary of relationships. When the man he’s interested in betrays his trust, Hank refuses to have anything to do with him. But fate has a way of making a man regret decisions made in haste. When Sammy’s life is threatened, Hank is the first to run to his rescue. Getting Sammy to agree to speak to him again might be harder than finding the serial arsonist that is plaguing Cade Creek. It might be damn near impossible.
Sammy Helmond wanted Hank with a need that clouded every decision he made. Not knowing what he did to get Hank to kick him to the curb, Sammy tries to move on with his life. With nothing to lose, he gives into family pressure and moves away from Cade Creek. But even that solace is denied him when he finds himself engaged to be married to a woman who needs rescuing more than he does.
Desire brought Hank and Sammy together. Betrayal kept them apart. Can they learn to trust each other or will their chance at love be over before it can even really start?

Sammy Helmond watched as the double doors leading to the ambulance bay swung open and a gurney was rushed inside. His throat felt thick with emotion as he watched the gurney be wheeled past him and into a critical care cubicle in the restricted section of the emergency room. A moment later, a second ambulance arrived and wheeled in another gurney.
A shooting in Cade Creek.
Things like that simply did not happen, not here. Oh sure, there was the occasional hunting accident and such but very rarely did someone get shot on purpose, and now they had two gunshot wound patients.
Sammy knew he was going to be needed to run interference when family and friends arrived. The doctors needed time to assess wounds and ensure that the injured patients stayed alive. Once they knew their patients weren’t going to die and they had a better idea of what they were dealing with, someone would come out to talk to the family.
The best way that Sammy could help was to keep the family calm and make sure that the doctors had all the information they needed to care for their patients. Knowing this, Sammy got two clipboards and attached the medical questionnaires that needed to be filled out by the family.
When the main door to the emergency room opened and several people rushed in, Sammy’s heart sank. The one thing he hated about working in the emergency room of a small town was that he knew just about everyone that came in. Sometimes it was really hard to separate his personal feeling from his professional obligations.
“Sammy,” Jonny breathed as he rushed to the check in desk. “They brought Russ in. He was shot.”
“The doctors are working on him now, Jonny,” Sammy replied. He held up the clipboard. Now probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up but he really needed to get this information to the doctors. “I need this filled out.”
If anything, Jonny’s face grew even grimmer. “I don’t…I don’t know any of this.”
“Just fill in what you can, Jonny. I’ll get the rest from Russ’s medical records.”
“I can help with some of it,” Mitch said as he hovered behind Jonny. “I’ve called Russ’s parents and they should be here soon. They can help fill in the rest.”
“I should know this, you know.” Jonny’s shaky hand took the clipboard and he made his way over to one of the chairs. “We’re married. I should know this.”
Sammy blinked several times to get rid of the tears threatening to spring to his eyes at the lost look on Jonny’s face. He knew the man well as they kind of worked in the same profession. Jonny often dropped by for a chat after dropping a patient off. It was heartbreaking to see his fancy wedding outfit covered in blood.
“How’s Hank?”
Sammy’s gaze snapped to Benjamin Brody and his husband Neason. Everything inside of him, right down to his soul, stilled. “Hank?”
Please. Don’t let it be my Hank.
“Hank Vaught,” Brody said. “He was also shot.”
“He pushed Russ out of the way,” Neason added, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked away his tears. “Hand probably saved Russ’s life.”
Sammy swallowed the lump in his throat before replying. “I’m afraid I can’t really give out that information. I’ll need permission from whoever his emergency contact is before I can tell you anything.”
Neasons’s face dropped but Brody nodded as if he understood. “I believe the fire chief is Hank’s emergency contact.”
Brody nodded.
“I’ll call him now,” Sammy said even as he reached for the phone, dialing Fire Chief Jack Helmond’s cell phone. It seemed to take forever for Jack to answer. Sammy knew the man was usually busy whether he was at work or at home with his partner Chester, but if he didn’t answer the phone soon, Sammy was going to scream.
“Hey, Sammy, what’s up?” the man asked when he finally answered.
“There’s been a shooting,” Sammy said quickly. “Hank Vaught and Russ Bozeman were both shot. I believe you are listed as Hank’s emergency contact. I need you to come down to the hospital.”
“Wasn’t Russ getting married today?”
“Yes.” Sammy glanced at the people gathered around Jonny, all dressed in the Sunday best. “I don’t know exactly what happened but I think the shooting took place at the wedding. Someone said Hank got shot when he pushed Russ out of the way.”
“Damn! Okay, I’m on my way.”
“Hurry, Jack. There’s no one here to make medical decisions for Hank.”
“Getting in my truck now. I’ll hit the lights.”
“Just hurry, Jack.” Sammy hung up and took a moment to center himself. His desperation to go check on Hank was overwhelming. He needed to keep it together. He took a few more cleansing breathes and then walked over to one of the other nurses. “I need to run in back. Can you watch the counter?”
Sally glanced up, smiling. “Sure.”
“The fire chief is on his way here,” Sammy said. “Just let him come back when he arrives.”
Sammy walked around the check in counter and over to the small group gathered, waiting for news. “Jonny.” The anguish on the man’s pale face when he looked up just about ripped Sammy’s heart out. “I’m going to run in back and see if the doctor can tell me anything. I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you.”
He nodded and turned, keeping his steps even and at a regular controlled pace as he walked to the double doors leading back into the medical bay. He tapped the code to open the door and then waited. The activity in the back area was busy, as it should be if there were two gunshot victims in the emergency room.
Sammy stepped through the doors and went to the nurse’s desk set in the middle of the twelve room medical bay. It became blaringly apparent that one patient was in room twelve and the other in room ten. That was where all of the activity was located.
He moved closer, listening and watching. He cataloged all of the medical procedures happening in front of him but his brain refused to process exactly what they were. All he could see was the blood saturating Hank’s shirt as it was being cut off of him. The heart monitor said Hank was alive but how was beyond Sammy. He could see the wound that the doctor was trying to treat, the jagged edges of skin where a bullet had ripped through the man’s flesh.
Hank shouldn’t be alive.

“Do you want to come in for coffee?”
“I’d love to.” Hank Vaught grinned as delight swept through him. He followed his date into the house, not even able to appreciate the comfortable place because his attention was centered on the gorgeous blond in front of him. While they had hung out a few times to get to know each other, this was their first official date and Hank didn’t want the evening to end.
Sammy’s skin was flushed as he turned and then slowly backed into the kitchen. “What do you take in your coffee?”
Hank wasn’t the least bit interested in having a cup of coffee, and he doubted Sammy was either, but if the man needed to play the game, Hank would play. “Just a little sugar.” Hank winked. “I like sweet things.”
Sammy stared for a moment before laughter filled his eyes. “Does that line actually work?”
Hank moved closer until he pinned Sammy against the counter. “I don’t know,” he admitted as he leaned down until their lips were just a breath apart. “Does it?”
Sammy swallowed so hard, Hank heard it. “Oh yeah, it works.”
“Good to know,” Hank said right before he lowered his mouth, covering Sammy’s mouth in a starving kiss. Their tongues tangled, mated, hard, hungry. He gripped Sammy’s hair, holding the man to him as his mouth devoured him.
Hank knew that Sammy could feel his hard length pressing against him. One small groan from Sammy and Hank was ready to drop to his feet and worship at the altar of Sammy. He was so aroused he could feel his cock beating against his zipper.
Sammy turned around in Hank’s arms, leaning in and nuzzling Hank’s neck. It made the skin around Hank’s throat tingle. It made his dick as hard as a steel pipe. When Sammy groaned, Hank felt his cock harden even more, and he hadn’t thought that was possible.
“Mmm…you smell good enough to eat,” Sammy moaned.
“Now, that’s promising.” Hank chuckled as he slowly lifted Sammy’s shirt up and off his head, and then his own, dropping them both on the floor before reaching for Sammy’s pants. He quickly had them undone and down around Sammy’s ankles.
Hank knelt down between Sammy’s legs, his hands going around Sammy’s hard, jutting cock even as he leaned in and licked the droplets of pre-cum from the head. Wanting better access, Hank lifted Sammy’s feet out of his jeans and tossed them aside, spreading Sammy’s legs until he was practically straddling Hank.
He could hear Sammy’s deep moans, feel his hands clenching in his hair as he took Sammy’s entire length into his mouth. He slowly moved his tongue across the head and around the side, sliding it around the entire head before engulfing his entire length.
Hank started licking, sucking, and swallowing Sammy’s cock. He could hear Sammy’s moans increasing in volume even as his hands tightened in his hair.
Looking up, Hank watched with awe as Sammy’s head fell back onto his shoulders and he let out a long groan as he quickly humped his hips towards Hank. Hank knew that Sammy was close. He wanted him desperate.
Hank quickly licked his finger. He reached around behind Sammy and pushed his finger between Sammy’s ass cheeks, searching for his puckered little hole. He knew the moment he found it because Sammy’s cries became louder, his thrusting fiercer.
Hank pushed his finger into Sammy’s tight ring of muscles, slowly moving it around a little bit before he added a second one. As he began pumping his fingers into Sammy, his mouth lavishing his cock, he could hear Sammy cry out.
Hank increased his sucking on Sammy’s cock, his fingers moving faster in his ass as he felt Sammy crest, crying out deeply as he filled Hank’s mouth with his release. Hank continued to suck on him until he swallowed ever last drop Sammy had to give.



Sequel to To Take A King
Coming July 16th
Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters from Mars. Vampires come from Saturn. Humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...and it sucks to be the king.
There have been a lot of changes in Nicky’s life recently. Cooper stands by his side as his lover and his champion and Nicky is learning what it means to be king of the galaxy. And as long as he has Cooper, he knows there is nothing he can’t face.
Life had been full of changes for Cooper Walsh since he claimed Nicky as his own. Flying through the stars as the consort of a king seems insignificant compared to the changes he is seeing within himself both physically and mentally.
But not everyone is happy that Nicky has become king. Some want the throne for themselves, and some want Nicky. When the king’s flagship is attacked, Cooper finds there is more to his new life than simply being the new king’s consort. He can only hope that Nicky will still want him as he becomes something not seen in the galaxy in centuries…but first he has to find Nicky, and that might not be so easy when everyone around him believes Nicky is dead.

Nicolas Callon’s breath stuttered in his chest when he caught sight of Cooper Walsh, hands down the sexiest man in the world—or several worlds as Nicky had recently discovered.
Finding out that he was king of the galaxy had been a little hard to grasp, especially considering he thought he was human, and he wasn’t. He was Venusian, which meant he was born on Venus. Saturians came from Saturn. Terrans came from Earth. Neptunians came from Neptune. And Martians came from Mars.
The world he had known for twenty five years ended almost two months ago when he was kidnapped by the Guardians of the Royal Bloodline and taken to Venus. Granted, there had been a lot of chaos along the way, and one really psychotic ship commander that used Nicky as a punching bag on several occasions, but Nicky was pretty sure that was all behind him.
He had Cooper—the man he had been in love with since forever—his brother, an advisor that seemed to truly want what was best for their people, and a really big guardian that dared anyone to threaten a hair on Nicky’s head.
Life was not that bad.
“I’m not going to fight you on that one.”
“Not going to fight him on what one, Coop?” Nicky asked as he walked up and wrapped himself in Cooper’s arms, leaning back into Cooper’s bigger frame. He loved that he could do that now. He had spent so many years hiding his desires for Cooper. Being able to touch him or hold him, or be held by him whenever he wanted, made life worth living.
“Those NSA agents being assholes.”
Nicky’s eyes narrowed. The anger he felt at how Cooper had been treated grew every time he thought about it. “If I ever get my hands on them—”
His eyes widened when he suddenly found himself the object of Cooper’s attention, and one of his mind boggling kisses. He seriously doubted there was anyone in the entire galaxy that could kiss like his Cooper.
Nicky’s head swam by the time Cooper lifted his head. He blinked several times to clear his vision, the only thing he could see was Cooper’s smiling face.
 “No getting mad at the NSA agents for doing their job, baby.”
Cooper chuckled.
Nicky peeked up at Cooper, once again voicing the question that plagued him almost constantly. “Are you sure you don’t have a problem with me being king of the galaxy?”
Cooper had given up everything to be with him, and Nicky just wasn’t that much. He was geeky, klutzy, forgetful, and got sick to his stomach in social situations. He still couldn’t figure out what Cooper Walsh saw in him.
Cooper carefully extracted the lip Nicky was chewing on and rubbed his thumb across the abused flesh. “I love you, Nicky.”
“Oh.” Nicky’s eyes brightened as his heart filled. “I love you, too.”
He had always loved Cooper, dreamed of him, fantasized.
“Because I love you, I will support anything you choose to do with your life, even stand beside you while you rule the universe.”
Nicky prayed with everything in him that Cooper spoke the truth but the man was giving up so much…his home, his work, even his friends. His friends…
“Oh.” Nicky started to bounce. “I talked to the healer and she said that Patrick and Aaron are responding to their treatments. She thinks that they will come out of their comas in the next couple of days.”
“Oh, thank god.”
The second Nicky had turned twenty five, he had gone through his transformation from just being Nicky Callon to High King Nicolas, ruler of the galaxy. Apparently, that came with a few perks but no one would know what they were until they manifested themselves.
What Nicky did know was that at the moment of his transformation, he had just gotten done having sex with Cooper for the very first time. Hell, the man’s cock had still been inside him. Their souls had been merging, becoming one—another side effect of him being king. When he chose the man he wanted as his mate, their souls became one, entwining their lives for all eternity.
Nicky suspected that his transformation coming while his soul was merging with Coopers, their ability to speak mentally to each other was a side effect. He hadn’t asked anyone about it yet because he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that that was one secret he needed to keep to himself.
The transformation Nicky had gone through had some negative side effects as well, and unfortunately, Cooper, Brian, and their friends Patrick and Aaron had all suffered the backlash.
The force of the power behind the recoil from Nicky’s transformation had stunned everyone to the point of unconsciousness. Only Cooper and Brian’s strong bond with Nicky had allowed them to come out of the coma so quickly. Because Patrick and Aaron weren’t as tight with Nicky, their condition had been worse and would take longer to fade.
“We can see them when we get back to Earth,” Nicky continued. “Baylor said he should have the Royal Court set up by then and we can move in.” Nicky winced as he glanced up at Cooper. “I was hoping we could have mom move in with us.”
Cooper’s jaw firmed. “I won’t live with Frank, Nicky.”
“No, just mom,” Nicky said quickly. “I’m hoping if we give mom an out, she’ll divorce his lazy ass.” Nicky had only recently told Cooper everything that had happened with his father. Cooper knew the man was a jerk and a drunk but Nicky doubted he ever knew how bad things had gotten at home.
Frank Callon had always been careful to never abuse Nicky in front of anyone else, not even Brian, so no one really believed Nicky when he tried to tell them that Frank was beating him. It was only after Frank had sold pictures of Nicky to the media to fund his booze that others began to see what an asshole the man was.
Cooper smiled as he rubbed his knuckles over Nicky’s cheek. “Anything for you, Nicky.”
“I just want you.” Nicky blinked. “And Brian and mom, and maybe Baylor and Turlock.” His face flushed. “And a cheeseburger. I’d do anything for a cheeseburger.”
Cooper cocked an eyebrow. “Anything?”
Nicky swallowed hard as he pressed his body against Cooper’s rubbing against him such a way that Cooper was left with no doubt as to what the man was willing to do for a cheeseburger.
“Baylor!” Cooper called out as he kept his eyes pinned on Nicky. “How soon until we land?”
“About six hours, sir,” Baylor replied.
“That just might be enough time.”
Nicky laughed with pure joy as he was grabbed and tossed over Cooper’s shoulder. He had seen the heat in Cooper’s eyes and knew exactly how he was going to pay for that cheeseburger. He couldn’t have been happier, even if he would have to wait until they got back to Earth to get his prize.
Baylor frowned as if he couldn’t understand what Cooper was saying. Nicky did and his cock was so hard he thought it might break off if he bounced too hard.
“Enough time for what, sir?” Baylor asked.
Cooper grinned as he walked off the bridge. “To take a king.”

“Kiss me, Coop,” Nicky whispered as he leaned down towards Cooper. “I’ve missed your kisses.”
“Nicky,” Cooper groaned.
Nicky pressed his lips against Cooper’s even as he pushed him back against the mattress. The moment Cooper’s back hit the bed, Nicky threw his legs over him, straddling Cooper’s waist. Even with his lips plastered to Cooper’s, Nicky wasted no time before pulling Cooper’s shirt up to his neck then going to work on Cooper’s jeans. He had every intention of having both of them out of their clothes as fast as possible.
“Nicky,” Cooper whispered as he pulled his mouth away from Nicky’s. He grabbed his hands. “Slow down, baby.”
Nicky shook his head. “Don’t want to slow down, Coop. Want to feel you inside of me.”
And now. It might have only been a few hours but it felt like an eternity since he had felt Cooper’s dick in his ass. It wasn’t just the sexual gratification, though. Nicky needed that intimate connection with the man he loved, almost as if he needed to reaffirm the bond they were building between them.
 “Then get up.” Cooper rolled them both to the side of the bed before setting Nicky on his feet, grinning down at him. “First one naked gets to be on top.”
Nicky’s eyes widened. His reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it across the room. He started laughing as he watched Cooper peeling off his own clothes just as quickly.
Nicky was dressed in loose flowy pants, a tunic type shirt, and shoes as soft as slippers. Cooper had on a shirt, jeans, socks, and boots. Nicky was sure he was going to be the first one naked.
At least, until he saw Cooper push his jeans down his legs, his hard cock bouncing as it was freed from his pants. That gorgeous sight froze Nicky in place, his pants half way down his legs. He could only stand there and stare, licking his lips.
He so wanted to feel that cock in his mouth.
Dropping to his knees, Nicky leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Cooper’s thick cock. Oh damn. Nicky groaned. Cooper tasted like heaven, rough, dominant, and all male.
Cooper’s groaned immediately followed his. “That’s cheating, Nicky.”
Nicky pulled back long enough to look up at Cooper. “Want me to stop?”
“Hell, no!”
Nicky grinned and then wrapped his lips around Cooper again. He lavished Cooper with his tongue, licked and caressed him. He sucked until Cooper’s hands tightened in his hair, holding him still. Nicky glanced up. Cooper’s jaw was clenched, his eyes closed, as air hissed out between his teeth.
“Enough, Nicky,” Cooper growled as he opened his eyes and glanced down. “I want to be inside of you when I come.”
Nicky was all for that. He quickly got to his feet and pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs before climbing onto the bed and rolling over onto his back. He turned and watched eagerly as Cooper pulled the rest of his clothes off and climbed onto the bed to kneel between his legs.
Cooper chuckled. “Get the lube.”
Nicky rolled over and reached under the pillow to grab the lube. He handed it to Cooper.
Cooper winked as he patted Nicky’s hip. “On your hands and knees, baby. I want to play.”
That plan was fine with Nicky. He climbed back into the middle of the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees, burying his head in his hands.
He could hear Cooper squirting lube out. His body trembled in anticipation. After getting kidnapped and watching Cooper get shot, thinking he was dead, Nicky had been so afraid he would never feel what it was like to be loved by the man again. The waiting was almost more than Nicky could take.
“Cooper,” he pleaded.
“Slowly, baby,” Cooper chuckled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I swear.”
“We’re going to do this at my pace, Nicky, or not at all.”
“Fine,” Nicky huffed, “just—oh god!” Nicky nearly came there and then as he felt Cooper press a lubed finger into him. Oh yeah, this was what he had been missing. Only a couple of times with Cooper and he was hooked for life. But he couldn’t imagine being this way with anyone else.
Nicky thought he might go out of his mind when Cooper pressed another finger into his ass. He pushed his hips back against Cooper, impaling himself on Cooper’s fingers. He could feel the tip of his cock brushing against the comforter. Each pass teased him, aroused him.
Nicky didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push down and hump against the comforter but if he did that he couldn’t push back against Cooper. The indecision was killing him. Nicky whimpered.



Promise Series 1

His name was Jack. It wasn’t a famous name or an adventurous name, or even a poetic name. But to Mason Philips, it was the most beautiful name in the world, because it belonged to Jack Spencer, the man Mason had been dreaming about for the last ten years. For Mason, it had been ten years of secret yearnings, stolen glances, and forbidden fantasies because Mason was gay…and Jack was not.
Jack Spencer wanted Mason since the young man barreled into the pool and showed Jack he had grown up when Jack’s eyes were turned. But a warning from Mason’s brother sends Jack running, putting as much distance between them as he can.
When Mason decides he’s tired of waiting for Jack to see him, he packs up and readies to move on with his life. Well meaning friends drag them together with a pair of skimpy black swimming trunks, a pool party, and a lot of jealousy. But nothing comes easy for these two. A psychotic killer has set his sights on Mason and is determined to have him, no matter who he has to take out in the process.
Previously Published. Revised and extended by 6,656 words
“Hey, Mason, I was wondering if you had a moment to talk?”
“Uh, yeah, sure, come on in,” Mason said as he held the door open and stepped out of the way. Mason stared after Jack in bewilderment as he walked into the apartment. He seemed to be looking at the stacks of packed boxes with something close to disgust.
“What’s up, Jack?” Mason asked as he tried to figure out what was going on. It felt like a kick in the gut to have Jack here after making the decision to stop pining over him.
“I just wanted to know if everything is okay. Your mom mentioned that you were moving.” Jack gestured to the boxes stacked around the room. “Guess it’s true.”
“Yeah, I’m transferring to Georgetown University.”
“Why?” Jack asked as he looked back at Mason.
“Why?” Mason asked, blinking with bafflement at Jack’s question. “Why what?”
“Why are you transferring? Can’t you finish your degree here in Portland?” Jack asked as he took a few steps closer to Mason.
“I could, but the program at Georgetown offers more,” Mason replied as he stepped back from Jack. Standing this close to Jack, he could smell the soft musk of Jack’s aftershave and it was making his legs go weak. Jack smelled so damn good. He always did.
“Is that the only reason?” Jack asked.
Mason could feel his heart pound in his chest as he tried to read the closed expression on Jack’s face. Had Jack learned of his desire? Mason would worry that someone had told Jack how he felt except that he had never told anyone else.
“Should there be another reason?” Mason asked as he felt an unwelcome blush creep into his face.
“Mason, I just want to help. You don’t have to hide things from me. I’m your friend,” Jack said as he reached a reassuring hand out to pat Mason on the arm.
My friend, but not my lover, Mason thought sadly as he shrugged Jack’s hand off of his arm. “I’m fine, Jack.”
Mason turned away and walked over to stand at the kitchen counter. “Thank you for checking on me, Jack, but I’m fine. You can go now.” Mason knew he was being rude. It was just too hard to be in the same room with Jack and not blurt out how much he wanted Jack. Mason had to bite his lip to keep from blabbing everything.
“Mason—” Jack began again.
“Please, Jack, just go,” Mason said quietly as his hands gripped the edge of the countertop. “Please.” Mason closed his eyes as he waited for the front door to open and close and Jack to leave.
“Mason, there has to be a better way to deal with this than to move across the country.”
Mason spun around to find Jack standing right behind him, so close that their chests almost touched. Mason’s eyes widened in surprise at the look of concern on Jack’s face. “Deal with what?” he choked out over the lump that had formed in his throat.
“Look, Mason, we can’t choose who we love, but she’s not worth leaving your family,” Jack said.
“Who?” Mason asked in confusion.
“The woman you’re in love with. Your mother told me all about it. She didn’t know if your problem was that the woman was married or unavailable or what, but no woman is worth giving up your family.”
“I’m not in love with any woman,” Mason said, perplexed by the direction this conversation was going.
“Mason, I told you, you don’t have to hide this from me. I just want to help. If she can’t see what a great guy you are, you don’t need her. There are a lot of other women out there,” Jack continued as if Mason hadn’t said anything.
Mason couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped his lips as he gazed at Jack. The situation wasn’t that funny, but he couldn’t believe that Jack was here giving him the chin-up speech when Jack was the reason he was in this mess in the first place.
“Jack, there is no woman,” Mason said.
“Jack, I can promise you, there is no woman. I’m gay.”
Mason watched as Jack’s mouth opened and closed several times as he stared at Mason in shock. Mason’s embarrassment that Jack was the first to know he was gay quickly turned to annoyance as Jack just continued to stare at him.
“You’re gay?” Jack asked in a whisper.
Mason crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Jack. Jack sounded astonished, as if the thought had never entered his mind. “Yes, I am. See? No woman to worry about. Now, would you please go? I have a lot of packing to do.”
“You’re gay?” Jack asked again.
Mason rolled his eyes and waved his hand in the air in agitation. “Yes, Jack, I’m gay. Always have been. Always will be. Now, if you’ll kindly leave me to finish my packing, I might have time to go down to the bar and find me some hot stud to bring home and fuck.”
Mason grabbed Jack by the arm and pulled him to the door. He opened it up and pushed Jack through it. Mason briefly noted the dazed look in Jack’s eyes. “Bye, Jack,” Mason said as he shut the door.
The moment the door shut, Mason turned the lock then leaned his head against it as his heart beat frantically in his chest. He couldn’t believe he had just come out to Jack. And Jack thought he was in love with a woman. Didn’t that just beat all?
Mason shook his head as he turned back to his packing. As he picked up another stack of books and placed them in an open box, he wondered what Jack would have said if Jack knew that he was the reason Mason was moving across country and leaving his family.
Mason snorted to himself as he grimly thought about Jack’s response. He’d probably pat Mason on the head and tell him that they could still be friends, but only friends. It wasn’t like Mason had a lot of friends, but friendship was not what he wanted from Jack. And what he wanted, he could never have.
As he looked down at the man he had loved for nearly ten years, Mason couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Jack’s lips. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Jack wrapped an arm around his neck and began to respond to his kiss.
Jack’s kiss was hesitant at first, his mouth gentle and exploring. Then his tongue joined in, brushing against Mason’s. Mason couldn’t control his moan. Kissing Jack was everything he always thought it would be and more.
Mason was lost in his first real kiss, his head spinning as Jack took the kiss deeper, harder, both hands wrapped in Mason’s hair to hold him in place so he couldn’t escape. Not that Mason wanted to. He was right where he had wanted to be for the last ten years.
When Jack reached down and pulled on Mason’s shirt, reality crashed in. He couldn’t do this. Jack was straight. He was drunk. Jack obviously didn’t know what he was doing. Mason knew he had to stop this before it got out of hand.
“Jack, man, stop,” he begged as he tried to untangle himself from Jack’s arms.
“Don’t want to stop,” Jack moaned as he sucked on the side of Mason’s neck hard enough to leave a mark. His hands were quickly finding their way under Mason’s shirt.
“Jack, please, we can’t do this,” he whispered desperately as Jack’s fingers pulled at his nipples. Mason couldn’t keep the moan from escaping his mouth as Jack manipulated his sensitive flesh. His nipples were a hot spot for him, and Jack was playing him like a master.
“Want you—want you now—too many clothes,” Jack said between kisses. He was almost rough as he jerked at Mason’s clothes.
“Jack, do you know what you’re doing? Do you even know who I am?” Mason asked desperately.
“Mason, pretty, pretty Mason.”
Okay, so Jack knew who Mason was. That didn’t mean that he knew exactly what he was doing. Did Jack have secret desire to be with a guy? As much as Mason wanted to give in, he didn’t want to be an experiment in gay sex.
Mason tried again. He grabbed Jack’s face in his hands and tried to get Jack’s attention. He had to stop this before it got out of hand. “Jack, we can’t do this. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
Mason knew he was lost when Jack flashed him one of those famous dimpled grins.
“I’m not that drunk.” He chuckled, then pulled Mason’s head down for another kiss.
Mason groaned deep in his throat as he succumbed to Jack’s seduction. Mason softly stroked Jack’s chiseled chest, his nipples. He climbed fully onto the bed and settled himself between Jack’s legs, growling at the feel of Jack’s hard cock pressed against his stomach. He kissed Jack’s chest, down his tight abdomen to the edge of Jack’s boxers. He pulled the edge of Jack’s boxers down an inch at a time, slowly baring Jack’s cock and nearly hairless sac until he could push the boxers all the way off of Jack and drop them on the floor.
He let out a heavy breath when Jack was totally naked to his hungry gaze. Oh damn, he was perfect here, too. Jack’s hard cock, standing at full attention, was long and thick. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the small slit at the ample head of his cock.
When Mason reached out with his tongue and licked up the small drop, Jack’s cock jumped in response. As Mason enveloped the head of Jack’s pulsing cock in his mouth, Jack wrapped his hands in Mason’s hair. His groan of approval sounded loud in the nearly silent room.
For Mason, the taste of Jack’s cock and the spot of pre-cum that leaked from that cock was ambrosia. He knew it would be like this. He attacked Jack’s cock, lavishing it with his mouth and tongue as if his very next breath depended on it.
Mason heard Jack groan, and then Jack humped his hips and drove his cock into Mason’s eager mouth. Mason lowered his mouth down until his nose was buried in soft, curly hair. He wrapped his lips tightly around the base of Jack’s cock and slowly sucked his way back up to the tip, then quickly back down to the base.
As Mason devoted himself to lavishing his cock, Jack squirmed on the bed, his hands clenched in the sheets. His moans grew louder and louder with each lick of Mason’s tongue.




AVAILABLE: Thursday, June 4th

Erotic Alternative Paranormal Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters from Mars. Vampires come from Saturn, humans live on Earth…and one man is king of them all…he just doesn't know it yet.

Nicolas Callon had no idea that his life was going to change the day he turned twenty five. He had simply been hoping to spend a little time with his best friend and secret crush Cooper Walsh. But nothing turns out like he had hoped. From interfering ex-girlfriends to aliens from outer-space, Nicky’s day just goes to hell.

The one bright spot is Cooper and the passionate interlude they share mere moments before Nicky’s life turns upside down. As he whisked away to parts unknown, it might be all Nicky has to keep himself sane, because being told he’s king of the galaxy pales in comparison to watching the man he loves get shot before his very eyes.

If Nicky can find a way back to earth, he might have a chance of making his birthday wish come true. If not, then everything he has gained as king will be meaningless.

“Well, fuck a duck.” Nicolas Callon glanced down to see what had tripped him.
Not a damn thing.
Rolling his eyes, Nicky turned and continued walking around the outdoor tables of the seaside café. This wouldn’t be the first time he had tripped, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. If there was something for Nicky to trip over, or nothing at all, he tripped. He was a certified klutz.
He was just glad the bottled waters he carried hadn’t been opened. More times than he cared to remember, he had ended up tossing his drinks all over whoever was around him when he stumbled.
Nicky’s gaze darted to where his best friend sat as the jazz music played softly in the background. They were sitting outdoors of the café, but Nicky had had to go inside for the water. It wasn’t quiet summer yet and a gentle breeze blew off the mountains to stir strands of his hair. He tucked them behind his ear as he stopped at their table.
“Here you go, Coop.” He held one of the bottles out to his best friend—and the man he secretly dreamed of every second of every day. Cooper smiled up at him as he took the bottle, the deep dimples on either side of his face surfacing.
And that right there would be why Nicky lived and breathed for Cooper Walsh.
He was the most gorgeous creature ever created. Taller than the average man by more than a few inches, Cooper was the epitome of masculinity. From his wide shoulders and broad chest to his thick thighs and long legs, Cooper was every gay man’s wet dream in one big bear of a package.
His raven black hair curled around his face as if trying to caress his golden skin. His copper eyes twinkled when he laughed. And his lips…oh, Nicky had fantasies about those plush lips, and all of them involved the two of them being buck ass naked.
Unfortunately they would never be more than fantasies.
Nicky sighed as he took a seat next to his friend and he unscrewed the cap on his water. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off of Coop as the guy talked to a few of their friends.
Cooper Walsh was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. He had taken Nicky under his wing after defending him in the sandbox when they were five years old, and had been defending Nicky ever since. Cooper was also a compassionate friend who never batted an eye when Nicky cascaded through his turbulent and sometimes erratic emotions.
But friendship only went so far and the buxom blond on the other side of Cooper was proof enough that the man was most decidedly not gay. One fateful kiss when they’d both had way too much to drink—a kiss that Cooper quickly put an end to—did not make the man gay. And that meant that Nicky could dream until his balls turned blue and shriveled up but it wouldn’t get him any closer to living out a single one of his fantasies.
Cooper waved a hand in front of Nicky’s face. “So, what do you think?”
“Huh?” Nicky blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around to find all eyes on him. Heat suffused his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”
Cooper chuckled as he playfully bumped their shoulders together. “We thought we’d head on down to the lake and go swimming. You game?”
Nicky glanced at the blond bimbo hanging onto Cooper as if he’d escape if she let go. The calculating gleam he could see in the woman’s blue eyes unnerved him. She might seem bubbly and clueless but there was something about her that set Nicky on edge.
He didn’t like her.
“No, you go on ahead. I’ve got some painting to do.” Sort of. It was true he had painting to do but he always had painting to do. That was what he did. But he could have taken the afternoon off if he really wanted to. He really did, but not with an entourage of other people.
“Ah, come on, Nicky,” Coop wheedled as his smile spread wider, “get out and smell the fresh air. I’ll bet it gives you some inspiration.”
“Oh, let him go, honey,” little miss Barbie boobs said as she pressed said boobs into Cooper’s arm until they threatened to pop right out of the top of her pink-and-white striped string bikini. How she stuffed those voluptuous breasts into a top that small was beyond Nicky, and probably most of the scientific community.
Nicky’s eyes narrowed when she trailed a finger up Cooper’s neck to the bottom of his ear before leaning in to whisper—rather loudly—”We could have a good time, just the two of us.”
The smile slid from Cooper’s face faster than Nicky could blink. “I told you when you showed up that it was Nicky’s birthday and I’d be spending the day with him. You said you understood.”
Judie took a step back, obviously feeling the heat of Cooper’s anger. It was never good when the big man became heated. “Well, I…” Judie smiled sweetly, her voice lowering to what she probably thought was a sultry tone. It wasn’t. For Nicky, it was more like fingernails down a chalkboard. “I just thought since he wanted to go paint that we could…”
Nicky tuned her out and stood, heading toward the street when Judie began trailing her hot pink nails over the edges of Cooper’s gray tank top. There were some things a love-struck man shouldn’t have to deal with. Watching Barbie boobs fawn all over Cooper wasn’t one of the things he could stomach.
He’d rather have his balls snipped with rusty sheers.
After walking two blocks, a black truck pulled up beside him and slowed. Nicky’s lips twitched when the truck kept pace with him, which was a slow stroll. Cooper didn’t say a word as he pushed the passenger door open.
Nicky kept walking.
Cooper kept driving.
Cooper could barely get the question past his lips. The words caught in his throat like a wad of cotton. He knew he stood on a precipice. The whole course of his life was about to change. It was up to the pale man sitting on the seat in front of him whether it changed for the good or for bad.
“I don’t want you to hate me.” The words were barely above a murmur, shaky and frightened. Nicky’s beautiful grass green eyes spoke for him. They spoke volumes. Nicky was afraid but there was a glimmer of something in them that Cooper prayed was hope.
He had been waiting so damn long for Nicky to acknowledge the growing attraction between them. It was there, humming between them like negative and positive magnets that drew them together and yet kept them apart.
It was time for them to be together.
When Cooper reached for the hem of Nicky’s shorts, he heard a soft inhale and Nicky’s stomach muscles stiffened. Cooper paused for a moment to give Nicky a chance to deny him. When he didn’t, Cooper grabbed the waistband and slowly lowered it until the reddened head of Nicky’s cock popped up. A couple of more inches and the entire glorious length was exposed to Cooper’s hungry gaze.
“Oh, Nicky, that’s—” Cooper didn’t even have words to describe how sexy Nicky looked. His cock was a good seven or eight inches. Cooper would have to measure to make sure. But what he did know was that it was nice and thick, and oh man, it was luscious looking.
Nicky stiffened again, his hands moving quickly to cover his exposed groin. Cooper grabbed Nicky’s wrists, holding them up and away. Nicky pulled but it wasn’t a powerful jerk, more like a request to be let go.
The sob that fell from Nicky’s lips, however…
“You look so hot, Nicky.” He had to say something so he might as well go with the truth. Nicky looked freaking awesome. Cooper’s entire body tingled and throbbed as it came to life, lust burning through him at an alarming rate.
Silence met his admission.
Cooper glanced up. He almost chuckled when he saw the wide-eyed disbelief on Nicky’s face. The man had no clue how much Cooper wanted him, how much Cooper had been holding back.
“Kiss me, Nicky.”
Cooper refused to take no for an answer. He knew once Nicky forgot to be afraid and realized Cooper was truly interested, the man would accept what was between them. Cooper leaned forward and covered Nicky’s mouth, using his tongue to tease Nicky’s lips apart.
Nicky groaned and within seconds, he was pressing into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Cooper in. Cooper devoured Nicky’s lips, licking, sucking, teasing. He kissed a trail from Nicky’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Nicky. His hands swept over Nicky’s naked chest and down to his hips.
When Cooper glanced down at Nicky, the man’s golden blond eyebrow were ups somewhere around the top of his head. His eyes were wide and round. Shocked.
“Did you like that, baby?”
Nicky nodded wordlessly.
“Then you’re going to love this.” Keeping his eyes locked with swallowed Nicky’s straining erection, wrapping his lips around the flared head of the man’s cock. The taste of pre-come exploded on his tongue and he knew he wanted more. The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of Nicky’s cock trickled over his tongue. Cooper prayed he was doing it right as he licked those drops away. He had never given a blow job before. Cooper might have had his fair share of sex in the past, but only with women. He had kept this part of himself for Nicky.
Cooper slowly pushed forward until he felt the cock nudge the back of his throat, and further still, letting his throat muscles relax until pubic hairs tickled his face. He heard a swift intake of air and then Nicky shuddered.
Encouraged by Nicky’s response, Cooper began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hallowed as he moved Nicky’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He ran his tongue over the slit at the top of Nicky’s cock and then under the edge of the crown.
Wanting more contact, Cooper grabbed the edge of Nicky’s shorts and worked them the rest of the way down the man’s legs. He released Nicky’s cock and leaned back, his breath catching at the sight of the debauched angel in front of him. Cooper seriously doubted he would ever see anything so stunning again.

Saturday, May 9, 2015



Monday, May 4, 2015


Cade Creek 6
Available June 25th
Harvey James was as bad-ass as they came. A former enforcer for biker gang, he now owns the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill. He has firm rules about the kinds of people he allows into his bar. So, when several of members of his former gang show up, he’s wary. His apprehension turns to outrage when he’s offered a beaten down man in exchange for free drinks on the house. Knowing he needs to rescue the young man, he accepts the deal, starting a series of events that tests his strength and strips him of his fine-honed control. Because Joey Baker isn’t just a man to be bartered, he’s a man Harvey wants to keep.
The last year of Joey’s life has been pure hell. Kidnapped and held captive by a man that derives pleasure out of torturing others, he finds himself being traded for a round of drinks. Rendered unable to speak due to the abuse he has suffered, Joey has no way to protest or ask for help, so when it comes, Joey doesn’t trust the help that is offered, or the man that offers it.
When Harvey and Joey are faced with an impossible situation, finding common ground may prove to be harder than they thought. The lack of communication combined with the growing desire between them adds tension to an already dangerous situation. When the man that took Joey comes back for him, learning to trust each other may be the only way to save them both.

“On your knees, you stupid bitch!”
Harvey James’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowd for the person belonging to that voice. He knew that voice and it meant nothing but trouble. He had spent a lot of time and money making sure the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill was a place for people to relax, not get drunk. He refused to allow riff raff into the place.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Harvey’s teeth grind together, a fine line of rage riding along the edge of his nerves. He allowed people to be abused in his tavern even less than he allowed the idiots that got too drunk to be respectful of others.
Harvey wove his way through the dancers on the floor in the middle of the bar, his instincts drawing him to the far corner of the main floor. Someone had dimmed the lights in that corner or broken them. The shadows surrounding the area weren’t supposed to be that dark.
Reaching the edge of the dance floor, he wanted to growl…or punch something. If he had known that the Dirty Dozen had somehow made their way inside his tavern, he would have taken a match to the place and burned it to the ground—preferably with them in it.
There weren’t many people in the world that Harvey hated, but there was a reason that he had left the Dirty Dozen Motorcycle Club. Besides the fact that he didn’t like the power plays going on between those coming up in the ranks, he despised the man that was at the top of the pile looking to be top dog.
Razor Malone was an idiot, plain and simple. The man had not a single brain cell in his head and a shit ton of muscles to back it up. He used his strength to get what he wanted, which was pretty much anything anyone else had, and he didn’t care who he had to hurt to get it. Why he had been allowed into the motorcycle club would forever be a mystery. The man needed to be put behind bars, or in a psych ward. He was nuts.
And who in the hell named themselves Razor, anyway? Life was not a B-rated biker flick.
Harvey stopped a few feet from the tables in the corner. His eyes flickered to the man kneeling on the floor for a brief second before going back to the asshole holding him there by a handful of hair.
It was easy to see that the guy on the floor was in pain, and no doubt terrified. His big hazel eyes dominated his pale face as they silently screamed in anguish. Not a sound passed his lips, almost as if he knew it would do him no good.
“Well, well, well,” the man in the chair mused. “If it isn’t Harvey James.”
Harvey crossed his arms. “Razor.”
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“I do own the place, Razor.” And the calculating look in Razor’s eyes said that he knew that.
“You don’t say.” A sly grin crossed the man’s lips.
Harvey tilted his head. “What do you want, Razor?”
“Well, seeing how we’re old buddies and such, how about free drinks on the house?”
“No.” And more than that, hell no!
“One round of drinks, then, for old time’s sake.”
When Razor went to stand, the fingers he had tangled in hair pulled, making the man on the floor whimper in obvious pain. The sound seemed to remind Razor that the man was there, as if he could forget he was abusing someone.
“I’ll tell you what, you give us a round of drinks on the house and I’ll let my bitch suck your dick.” Razor yanked hard and the small dark haired man fell against him before scrambling back into his kneeling position. His entire body shook as if he thought he had just committed on offense that would get him punished.
He probably had. Razor always liked keeping his pets in fear of him by way of his fists. The bruising Harvey saw on the small man’s arms and neck attested to the fact that he had been punished more than once.
If Harvey’s teeth ground together any harder, they’d shatter.
“No.” Harvey refused to add to the man’s punishment.
Razor licked his lips, giving Harvey the impression that the man was jonesing for some alcohol, which was odd considering he was sitting in a bar. Harvey started to get a nagging suspicion that Razor and his buddies were broke.
Yippee. Harvey could kick them all out.
“One round of drinks and I’ll let you have his ass.”
“I won’t take your leavings, Razor,” Harvey said in the calmest voice possible considering he was about to reach out and wrap his fingers around the moron’s throat. “I didn’t when I was part of the Dirty Dozen and I sure as hell won’t now.”
“I ain’t fucked him.”
Ignoring the overwhelming urge to beat Razor’s face in, Harvey’s eyes dropped to the man on the floor. How was that even possible? Razor fucked anything with a pulse, and Harvey suspected a few things without a pulse.
How could he have this man as his pet and not fuck him? Granted, the guy was young but Harvey doubted that had stopped Razor before. Again, not something he could prove, just a feeling he had. But at least the kid looked legal, barely.
But beneath his bruises, he was also gorgeous. He had big hazel doe-like eyes that reminded Harvey of someone that was young and innocent and terrified to be pushed out into the big wide world. He looked like he didn’t understand why he was being knocked around by Razor, almost as if he couldn’t conceive of that type of brutality.
“How long has he been yours?”
Razor shrugged and glanced away but not before Harvey saw the calculating glint come back into the man’s eyes. “A couple of months.”
“And you haven’t fucked him?”
“Naw, man, you know I only fuck pussy.” Razor was lying through his teeth…both of them. Harvey had seen Razor fuck men before, but he only did it when he thought no one else was paying attention.
Being gay in a motorcycle club was kind of like signing your own death warrant. The only reason Harvey had survived was because he didn’t advertise that he liked men and he had the muscle to beat the shit out of anyone that hassled him.
“One round of drinks for one hour with your boy.” Harvey couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. His only excuse was the need to get the kid somewhere and make sure he wasn’t being held captive by Razor. He wouldn’t put it past the asshole.

Harvey groaned as a silky hot suction surrounded his dick. He flexed his hips, driving his cock further into the warm heat. God, when was the last time he had felt something so damn good? His fingers curled into the sheets as he thrust his hips forward until the head of his dick brushed against the back of someone’s throat. The suction grew stronger, a tongue swiping along his rigid length.
“Close, so close.” Harvey was riding the edge of an orgasm. He just needed a little more to toss him over into the abyss. Harvey reached down and curled his fingers into the hair of the man sucking him off, not in the least bit surprised that the man looked like Joey in his fantasy.
Joey had been starring in every one of his sexual fantasies for the last week. Like an untried school boy, Harvey had woken more than once with the results of his dreams splattered all over his chest. It seemed this time would be no different, especially since Harvey had long stopped trying to fight the dreams and just gave in to them.
When the suction on his dick moved down his entire length, Harvey stiffened, knowing where this was going to go. He held his breath, waiting, aching. When the fingers caressing his balls moved further back, one lone finger breaching his ass, Harvey cried out and filled that sweet mouth with spurt after spurt of his release.
When fantasy slowly became reality, Harvey drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He really needed to stop fantasizing about Joey and maybe find someone to get laid. He was supposed to be protecting the guy, not turning him into a sex object.
He just couldn’t seem to help it.
The doctors had wanted to keep Joey for observation when they went to the hospital. Joey would have none of it. He struggled and whimpered, big fat tears sliding down his face until Harvey intervened and said Joey could stay with him. Now, a week later he had the sweetest, sexiest man on the planet sleeping on his couch.
Well, most of the time. When Joey’s nightmares started—which they usually did every night—Joey ended up in bed with Harvey, sprawled across his chest. It seemed to be Joey’s new favorite place, and Harvey didn’t mind all that much. He liked holding the little slip of a man in his arms.
It was just too bad he couldn’t keep Joey.
He blew out a deep breath as he opened his eyes and—“What the fuck?”
Harvey’s heart pounded away at a ferocious pace as he scrambled back across the mattress from the man kneeling between his thighs—the very naked man. Sweet hell, he was really, really naked.
“Joey, what in the hell are you doing?”
Big hazel doe-like eyes blinked up at Harvey from the end of the bed. Sweet mother of mercy, was that a drop of cum on Joey’s chin?
Harvey groaned, partly due the fact that he realized his fantasy hadn’t been a fantasy at all, and partly because he really liked seeing his cum on Joey’s face. There was something primal about marking the man. The urge to cum all over Joey was so strong, Harvey had to curl his fingers into the blankets to keep from reaching for the man.
“Baby.” Harvey rubbed his hand up over his bald head. “You can’t—” Surprise sent Harvey’s eyebrows up to the top of his head when Joey reached up and held his finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence.
Joey was pure seduction as he crawled up the mattress from the end of the bed and pulled the sheet away. He might have just come but by the time Joey straddled his thighs, Harvey was hard as a rock.
The feel of Joey’s soft skin brushing against his dick was almost more than Harvey could handle. He sucked in a hard breath as his hands slid over Joey’s thighs, holding the man still. If Joey moved an inch, it would be all over—for both of them.
“Joey, baby,” Harvey groaned. “You don’t know what—”
Harvey couldn’t do anything but shudder when he felt Joey’s lips press against his. He ached for the man and had almost from the first moment he set eyes on him. He had been fighting his desires for days. It was becoming a constant struggle, one he was pretty sure he was losing.
“Joey, you don’t know what you’re doing.” There was no way he could know, not unless his intention was to get thrown down on the mattress and ravished until he couldn’t sit or walk. And Harvey was a hair’s breath away from doing just that. 
“Baby—oh god!” Harvey’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Joey leaned forward and licked a line up his collarbone. The feel of Joey’s tongue on his skin made Harvey’s entire body shudder and pulse.
“Please, please tell me you know what you are doing.” Harvey was so not above begging right now. Even though he knew this was a really, really bad idea, he didn’t think he could stop from taking what Joey seemed to be offering, not when he wanted it so damn bad.
When Joey’s hands smoothed up his chest, Harvey grabbed the man and rolled him beneath his larger body, wedging his leg between Joey’s thighs. He searched Joey’s eyes for any sign of fear or reservation. If there had been a single glimmer, Harvey wouldn’t have asked his next question.
“Are you sure, Joey?”