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Finished and Submitted - An Alpha's Pride (Tribal Bonds 2)

2012-01-09T18:00:00.000-08:00

An Alpha's Pride

Tribal Bonds 2

Carlton Gregory is the alpha of his wolf pack. Daniel Everson is the electus of vampire tribe. Wolf shifters and vampires do not mix—ever. There is a deep hatred between their two people going back centuries.

So, when Daniel discovers that Carlton is his anamchara, he can think of only one thing to do. Make the powerful alpha submit to him. But tying Carlton down to his bed doesn't turn out quite like Daniel expects. He doesn't want to break the strong alpha but the more time he spends with Carlton, the more Daniel finds he's willing to submit to the alpha.

When danger starts to come at them from every direction, Daniel and Carlton learn that they have to rely on each other to survive. There's a traitor in their midsts and hunters trying to kill them. Add in the pride deeply ingrained in both of them, and learning to compromise is almost as impossible as bringing their people together. But Daniel and Carlton have one thing working in their favor—giving up their pride might just not be as bad as they thought.

STORY EXCERPT
Electus Daniel Everson stared across the room in shock, his entire world dropping out from under him as he watched Electus Luca Ucathya fight with Alpha Carlton Gregory. They were supposed to be rescuing Rowan, the anamchara of Electus Ucathya. They suspected that Alpha Gregory had him.
Discovering that the man Electus Luca was fighting was his anamchara was enough to stun Daniel into silence. For centuries, Daniel had searched for his anamchara. To find out that the man he had dreamed of most of his life was a wolf shifter wasn't something Daniel had been prepared for.
The alpha growled and lunged at Luca, but Luca seemed to be ready for him. He caught Carlton by the arms and tossed the man over his head. Luca swung around and crouched down, his claws extended, before Carlton even hit to the hard wooden floor.
"Where is my mate, dog?"
Daniel was impressed when Carlton rolled over onto his hands and knees then sprang forward, a long growl falling from his lips. He winced when the men collided like two immovable mountains and then both went crashing to the floor. That looked like it hurt…for both of them.
"Where is Rowan, Alpha Gregory?" Luca snapped, his fangs bared. "Where is my mate?"
"Rowan is mine," Carlton growled as he fought Luca. "He has always been mine."
Daniel tensed at those words. Fuck. Claiming Carlton was not going to be easy if the man was obsessed with Rowan. He would just have to give Carlton someone else to become obsessed with.
Himself.
Daniel stayed out of the fight until he saw Luca raise a fist into the air. Despite the fact that his mate was a wolf shifter and could more than likely take care of himself, Daniel knew he couldn't allow Luca to hurt him. He quickly walked across the room and caught Luca's hand.
Luca bared his teeth and snapped his head around. "Everson?" Luca frowned, some of the anger leaving his face, being replaced by confusion. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"Luca," Everson said as evenly as he could, "you need to get off of him."
"Don't be ridiculous, Everson," Luca said as he stared back down at Gregory. "He knows something about Rowan and I want to know what. I'll beat it out of him if I have to."
Daniel snarled when Luca went to raise his fist into the air again. If Luca didn't stop, he'd have to step in and stop him, and Daniel would rather not fight Luca. They were trying very hard to have peace between their tribes, but Daniel would forgo the peace in order to keep his mate from being harmed.
"Are you out of your mind?" Luca asked.
"Get off of him, Luca, now."
Luca slowly stood up and stepped away from Gregory. "What's going on here, Everson?"
Daniel looked from Luca down at the alpha wolf still lying on the floor. He sighed deeply and his shoulders slumped as the weight of the world settled on them. "He's my mate."
"He still knows something about Rowan," Luca said as he quickly masked the surprise of Daniel’s claim. "I need to know what he knows."
Daniel nodded. "I'll get your answers."
Daniel snapped his fingers and four vampire soldiers walked over and hauled Carlton to his feet. When the alpha started to struggle, Everson pulled a black gun out of his suit jacket and shot him with a red feather tipped dart. The man almost instantly slumped, his head dropping forward. Daniel hated to do it but he needed Carlton under control at the moment. It might be the only way to keep Luca from killing him.
Daniel stepped forward and plucked the dart from Carlton's neck then smoothed his hand down the alpha wolf's cheek before nodding to his men. The vampire soldiers carried the unconscious man out the front door.
Luca turned to growl at Daniel, waving his hand toward the door. "How in the hell are you going to get any answers out of him when he's unconscious?"
Daniel arched an eyebrow and turned to look at the three wolves kneeling on the ground by the door. He snapped his fingers again then pointed to the floor. The three wolves were hauled to their feet and pushed across the room, then shoved back to their knees right in front of Daniel.
Luca's jaw dropped. "I have got to learn how to do that," he whispered to himself.
Daniel arched an eyebrow at him before turning to face the wolves. "You know who I am?"

ADULT EXCERPT
"Do you know who I am, Carlton?"
Carlton pressed his lips mutinously together and glanced away. Daniel growled and wiggled the plug again. Carlton cried out as his eyes snapped back to meet Daniel's.
"I asked you a question, Carlton. I expect an answer."
Carlton swallowed hard. His voice was husky and thick when he replied. "Electus Daniel Everson."
Well, that part was true. However… "And?"
"M-My mate."
"Good boy." Daniel pulled the butt plug most of the way out then slammed it back into Carlton's ass as a reward. Carlton screamed and arched into the air again. "Do you want to come, Carlton?"
"Yesss," Carlton hissed.
"You know what I want."
Carlton's eyes widened and he started shaking his head. "I can't."
Daniel started moving the plug in and out of Carlton's ass, moving faster and faster, using his vampire abilities to increase his speed. "You can, Carlton, and it is the only way you will be allowed to come. I can keep this up all day long."
"Fuck me!" Carlton shouted, and Daniel couldn't help but wonder if the man knew he had yelled so loudly that the guards outside his private suite could hear him.
Daniel pulled the plug free and tossed it aside. He grabbed Carlton's hips and brought them up, and then placed the head of his cock against Carlton's tight entrance, pushing in just a little bit. He wanted Carlton to feel him, to want him until the man surrendered.
"Say it, Carlton, and I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
"C-Can't," Carlton whimpered.
"You can, Carlton. I'm your mate and it's just the two of us here right now."
Carlton's eyes were filled with intensity as he stared up at Daniel. Silence filled the room, broken only by their heavy breathing. Daniel didn't know if Carlton would give or if he would fight. He just had to wait until Carlton decided.
"Please, I need…"
Carlton arched, trying to drive himself back onto Daniel's cock. Daniel gripped Carlton's thighs tightly in his hands and held him in place. He would not take his anamchara until Carlton submitted to him. Begging wasn't the same thing, no matter how much it turned Daniel on.
"Do you admit that you are my mate, Carlton?"
"Yes!"
"Do you submit to me?"
Carlton glared. His jaw clenched. Daniel pushed in just a fraction of an inch. Carlton's eyes rolled back into his head. "Yes!" he screamed.
Daniel drove forward with a single minded purpose, feeling every inch of Carlton's ass surround his aching cock. Carlton's deep cry of surrender was a balm for Daniel's soul. He didn't start out slow, instead going straight to pounding into Carlton as fast and as hard as he could.
The scent of Carlton's blood filled the air and Daniel realized that his claws had extended and even now dug into Carlton's golden skin. It only seemed to heighten both of their arousals, pushing them together and melding their souls together.
When Daniel felt himself getting closer, he leaned up over Carlton's body. Carlton's eyes were glazed but they followed Daniel's every movement. Daniel used one of his claws to slice a cut along his neck then leaned into Carlton's mouth.
He felt the man's slight hesitation and then pure bliss rushed through Daniel as he felt Carlton's canines sink into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder. His cock thickened and he knew he was just moments from coming.
He reached down between their bodies and flicked the catch on the cock ring holding Carlton's orgasm at bay. The second he was free, Carlton cried out and filled the space between them.
Taking his cue from Carlton, Daniel sank his teeth into Carlton's throat and allowed his orgasm to overtake him. Having never fucked his anamchara before, Daniel had no idea how exquisite the experience would be.
Waves of pleasure washed over him as he filled Carlton with his essence and pulled in suck after suck of sweet, hot blood from the man. He panted around the bite mark as he felt the ribbons of their bonding snap into place. It felt like a part of Carlton was settling inside of him, taking up permanent residency.
It was an exchange that changed the both on a molecular level. From this day forward, Carlton belonged to Daniel, and Daniel belonged to Carlton. No other would ever fulfill them as much or bring them to this height of passion.
No other would ever smell as sweet. Daniel would be able to follow Carlton's scent anywhere, and anyone who smelled Carlton would know he had been claimed. With Carlton's blood running hot through his veins, no other would nourish him as his anamchara did.
Daniel pulled his teeth from Carlton's throat and licked the wound clean. He drew in a deep breath of air, loving the scent of their combined orgasms that filled the air. He smiled as he looked down at his mate but the smile slowly fell from his face when he saw the slow burning rage on Carlton's face.
"What the fuck have you done to me?"

http://www.stormyglenn.com/AnAlpha'sPride.htm

Happy New Year

2011-12-31T17:47:00.000-08:00

2011 has been a very interesting, and busy, year for me. I went on my first convention trip, made a lot of new friends, wrote a ton of books, and started a new writing relationship with Lynn Hagen.
Through it all, my readers have faithfully kept me on my toes with questions, encouragement, and brainstorming sessions.

So, as this year draws to an end, I'd like to thank all of my readers for everything you've done. You are the absolute best readers in the world and I know I am very lucky to have you.
May all of your dreams and fantasies come true, especially your fantasies

Stormy

HEART MATE

2011-12-08T05:03:00.001-08:00

Katzman 4

Pre-Order Today

Available Decembr 10th

Hassan Al'Abdalha watched his brother, Bogden, find his mate and now the Shaikh has decided that it's his turn. Hassan was married once before and he never wants to experience that again. It was a dismal experience that left him miserable by the time his wife passed away. So, Hassan comes up with a plan. He asks his brother to find him a mate like his own, a brüter, with the intention of it being a contract in name only.

But fate has a funny way of messing with people's lives. The brüter that he goes to the capitol to claim turns out to be Hassan's fated mate. Rayne is also a man on the run and he runs right into Hassan's arms. If they can keep from fighting their mating, they might actually find out that they want the same things out of life—each other.

Unfortunately, there are those that don't want them to find happiness together and being in pridehome in the middle of the desert surrounded by family and warriors won't stop them from getting what they want.

http://www.bookstrand.com/heart-mate

KYLE'S RETURN

2011-12-07T17:06:00.000-08:00

Phoenix Rising 2

Available for pre-order!

Available December 17th

When a young man is found murdered in an alley, Detective Anthony Santano follows his gut instincts right to the city morgue only to witness Kyle’s return three days later. When keeping Kyle safe in Portland is no longer an option, Tony enlist the help of some not so law abiding men to get them out of the state.

Struggling to make it day to day, Kyle Talon feels all alone in the big city. When his young life is brutally snuffed out in a dark alley, Kyle is surprised to find himself alive. He's even more shocked to discover himself falling in love with the detective that witnessed his return to the land of the living and has sworn to protect him.

They embark on a journey that not only strengthens Kyle as a man, but also teaches the detective that he has more to give than he ever thought possible. Together, they just might have a chance.

http://www.bookstrand.com/kyles-return

TRIBAL BONDS

2011-12-05T18:36:00.000-08:00

Created series & character charts for Tribal Bonds.

Keep an eye out for book 1, Just A Vampire, coming soon.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/tribalbondsseries.htm

Gabrielle Evan's Haven

2011-12-02T14:45:00.000-08:00

Every once in awhile I come across a series that I so totally love that I just have to have every single book in the series. Then I close myself off somewhere and read right through them all.

Gabrielle Evans new "Haven" series is just such a series. I almost cried when she told me there were more on the way. I contacted Gabrielle and convinced her to share. So...

Leave a comment here on my blog. Two lucky winners will be chosen to recieve a complete set of the four (4) books that are in the series right now. Contest ends December 12th.

Caution: Contents Under Pressure [Haven 1]
No good deed goes unpunished. Stavion had only been doing his job as an Enforcer, but now he finds himself the leader of his enemy’s old coven. And the position comes with a whole mess of responsibility and stress.

Jory can’t believe he’s finally free of his prison. He has friends, clean clothes, and a warm bed at night. He also has a very big, very intimidating vampire claiming to be his mate. Not only does the man scare the hell out of him, but Jory’s not everything he appears to be, and keeping the secret is harder than he imagined.

One obstacle after another is thrown in their path to keep them apart. Even Jory seems to be fighting it every step of the way. Stavion isn’t about to give up, though. Jory is everything he never knew he wanted, and he’s determined to have the last word.

http://www.bookstrand.com/caution-contents-under-pressure

Faith, Trust, and Stardust [Haven 2]
Kendall Orion thought he’d found his pale knight in the gorgeous vampire Enforcer, Cassius Reynard. Like his friends, Kendall has a secret, though. He’s kept part of himself locked away for over a hundred years, and if it means keeping Cassius in his life, he’ll find a way to banish it forever.

Cassius is starting to get whiplash from Kendall’s ever changing moods, and he knows the little man is hiding something from him. When their miscommunication pushes Kendall to the unthinkable, Cassius is done with the mystery and surprises. Discovering the truth, however, only creates an entirely new list of worries and concerns.

While Kendall and Cassius work through their relationship issues, Haven is threatened when an unknown force penetrates their walls. Capturing one enemy leads them down a path that no one wants to travel and finds Cassius several states away—just when Kendall needs him the most.

http://www.bookstrand.com/faith-trust-and-stardust

Forgotten Sins [Haven 3]
When Jonas Tracer makes a bargain with a witch to charm his mate into loving him, the plan backfires horribly. Now, Nicholas not only believes another man is his mate, but he’s forgotten his past with Jonas entirely. With time running out, Jonas embarks on a journey to recapture Nicholas’s memories and force him to acknowledge their bond.

Nicholas McCarthy has loved Jonas for two hundred years. Claiming the man, though, would prove certain death for the brawny Enforcer. Once the curse is broken and his memories return, he knows he should walk away from Jonas and never look back. But when a ghost from his past returns for vengeance, he has no choice but to seek help from the one man he’s spent years trying to protect.

Can Nicholas find the courage to come clean with his mate before it’s too late? Or should some sins remain buried forever?

http://www.bookstrand.com/forgotten-sins

Back Roads [Haven 4]
Coming November 26th
It’s not that he isn’t insanely attracted to Bannon Murphy, but when the man starts talking about mates, Galen balks. He’s been burned by a lying, manipulating shifter before, and he isn’t convinced that he can trust the sexy Irishman.

After months of trying to convince Galen that they’re fated to be together, Bannon is at the end of his rope. Not only does Galen refuse to accept that they’re mates, but he stubbornly clings to the idea that he’s nothing more than human. No matter how hard Galen tries to push him away, Bannon isn’t going anywhere without a fight.

When The Council convinces him to take Galen on his next assignment, Bannon decides to use the time to woo his obstinate mate. Unfortunately, it soon becomes apparent that keeping them safe from their enemies will be easier than convincing his mate to stop running from the truth.

http://www.bookstrand.com/back-roads

Check out more of Gabrielle's books at http://www.gabrielleevans.com/

Finished & Submitted - What Once Was Lost (Lady Blue Crew 7)

2011-11-30T19:47:00.000-08:00

WHAT ONCE WAS LOST

Lady Blue Crew 7

Mo doesn't know what to do with Mykel. He's new to the future he's living in and doesn't understand half of what people tell him, let alone show him. When Mykel insists that they are mates, Mo's set to run in the other direction.

Mykel knows Mo is his mate the second he lays eyes on the sexy human. He packs up everything he owns and leaves his family to join his mate on board the Lady Blue. Life would be perfect if only his mate would accept him.

Trouble follows the crew of the Lady Blue crew with every turn and Mo and Mykel are no exception. When plans backfire and go wrong, saving each other just might be easier than admitting that they belong together. But the past won't be forgotten and when Mo goes on a wild mission doomed to failure, Mykel races to his rescue, refusing to give up on the one man that makes him feel whole. Now, it's just a matter of saving Mo from himself.

STORY EXCERPT

Mo sat on the bridge, trying to fit all the pieces together. He didn't think the general was setting them up. In his line of work back on earth, people sometimes put hidden meanings in their messages.
He had a feeling this was one of those times.
If the general was reluctant to meet with them, then just maybe he was trying to tell them something. Mo wasn't a big believer in people doing the right thing, most screwed you over in a heartbeat, but sometimes, every once in awhile, a person grew a conscience.
General Merrick could be one of those people.
Mo rolled his eyes when the bridge door opened and Mykel walked onto the bridge. It wasn't that he thought the little alien man wasn't hot, because Mykel was drop-dead gorgeous, but mate? Mo didn't know shit about mates and the idea of having one nearly gave him hives.
Mo shivered at the concept of the word mate. There was no way he was being trapped into a forever relationship. Mykel may be hot, but in Mo's opinion, the man was a galaxy away.
Mo frowned when Mykel set a small silver container down on the console in front of him. "What's this?" he asked, pointing to the elaborately engraved canister.
Mykel's jaw clenched for a moment as a shadow passed through his eyes, before he spoke. His eyes darted around the room, not meetings Mo's. "Hyberian Law of Mating, section thirty four states that it is unforgiveable for a mate to disgrace himself in front of his mate, claimed or unclaimed."
Mo sat up straighter, his frown deepening when Mykel hiccupped a bit and his eyes watered. "Wha—"
"As I have brought shame to your house, you have the right to deny me and pursue another mate. I know my actions on Tronos have lessened me in your eyes and I no longer deserve to belong to you. I beg your forgiveness and I won't stand in your way."
Mykel bowed his head and left the bridge before Mo could utter a word, not that he knew what he would have said anyway. He was confused as hell. Had Mykel just let him off the hook? And why did that thought piss him off so much?
Mykel was supposed to be his mate.
Wasn't he?
An overwhelming possessiveness encompassed Mo. He wasn't sure where the hell it came from, but being dismissed didn't set well with him. He was the one who was supposed to say no thanks, not Mykel.
"Wow, did you just get your ass handed to you or what?" Tank snickered from the helm. "Sucks to be you."
Mo stared down at the canister, wondering what the hell could be in it. He was scared shitless to open it. Could it be a bomb? He hadn't a clue about any of this advanced stuff. He was from what everyone was referring to as Old Earth.
He wasn't too sure about this advanced technology. Hell, he was having trouble working the food dispenser. Mo pushed the canister around with his finger, trying to see if he could hear any ticking noises.
"Go ahead and open it," Tank said from across the bridge. "It may be a dandy little container to hold your balls in." Tank barely got the last part out as he laughed hysterically. Mo glared at him and then cracked the lid open.
Colt walked onto the bridge just then, his steps faltering as he stared at Mo. "Where'd you get that?" he pointed to the container in Mo's hand.
Mo slammed the lid closed before he had a chance to see what was inside. It was nobody's business but his own what Mykel had given him. "My mate, why?" he asked with a bit of a bite. Mo's head snapped back at his response. His mate? What the fuck? Was he claiming Mykel now?
He wasn't sure why he was feeling so protective of Mykel, but the feeling ate away at his gut. Fuck, he was losing his goddamn mind. Maybe this traveling into the future crap had eroded his brain cells.
He needed to go see the ship's doctor and have his head examined.
Colt studied Mo for a moment. He looked as though he wanted to say something and then shook his head. "Never mind."
Mo waited until all eyes were elsewhere before looking into the small silver container. His frown deepened when he saw a small stone nestled inside. It was blue and green, the colors twisting and turning around each other, flowing seamlessly together. Why would Mykel give him a rock?
"Are you curious to know what that is?" Colt asked as he took a seat at his station.
Mo was, but he didn't want to admit that he had any interest in Mykel. Hell, he hadn't been here that long and to find out he was already mated and tied down? Mo wasn't going for that. He'd already lost too much as it was.
He wouldn't be able to bear another loss. He barely survived the first one.
"It's his ador." Colt offered.
Mo sat the container down as he turned to look over at Colt. "His what?"
"His ador." Colt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Our people have the ability to transfer our passion, our jest for life, into ritual stones. Usually, it is a way of saving the memories of loved ones before they pass but sometimes, mates will exchange them and draw the ador into themselves so that they can be closer to their mates."
"How?"
Colt smiled and glanced down at his hands. "Again, that is a ritual of my people. Needless to say, Mykel has given you his ador."
"So, what?" Mo glanced at the small ornate silver box in horror. "I'm supposed to draw his ador into me somehow?"
"No."
Colt sounded so ominous that Mo couldn't help but look up at him. "Then what am I supposed to do with it then?"
"I suppose you can do whatever you want with it. Leave it on the next planet we land on or shoot it out an airlock. It doesn't matter now." Colt shrugged. "It's yours now to do what you want with it."
"Can I give it back?"
"No, it's too late for that." Colt grimaced and turned away. "Once the ador stone has been given, it cannot be given back. It belongs to you now."
"But I don't want it."

ADULT EXCERPT

Mykel bit is bottom lip, watching succulent skin being revealed before him, inch by delicious inch. They had just had sex but Mykel could feel his cock filling in his pants. Hell if he would ever get enough of seeing his mate naked.
"Need help?" Mykel asked as he pulled his shirt off.
"Depends," Mo said as he palmed his cock. "What kind of help are you going to give me?"
Damn. His mate sure liked Mykel to voice his needs. He knew it turned Mo on, but Mykel wasn't used to it. Not that he didn't like it. He shrugged, trying his best to come up with something seductive to say. "I want to eat you alive."
Mo's eyes hooded as a smiled tugged at his lips. "That's a good start, mate."
A start? Mykel was going to be a pro at talking dirty by the time all of this was settled, if it ever was. He was beginning to think that they were always going to be on the run. "I want to lick your cock."
"Let me shower first."
Oh, Mykel planned on letting him shower. He also planned on joining him. He yanked his pants off, heading for the bathroom when someone buzzed his room. Mykel growled as he grabbed his clothes and quickly put them back on.
This better be damned important.
He had a cock to suck.
A very tasty cock to suck.
"What?" he growled as he answered the door. Shane stood there smiling at him, peeking his head inside.
"Is Mo around?"
Mykel wanted to strangle the guy. If he wasn't so important to Mo, he would. "He's in the shower. I planned on joining him."
Shane blushed as he nodded. "I get it. Just let him know I'm looking for him."
Mykel watched Shane walk away, wondering what the guy wanted. Oh well. He made sure the door was locked before shedding his clothes once more, heading for the bathroom. It was filled with steam and Mykel could see through the glass. His cock was getting harder by the second the longer he stood there and watched his mate lather soap all over his body. His fingers itched to be the one lathering.
Mykel slid the glass door aside, smiling up at Mo as his mate looked over his shoulder. Without a word, he grabbed the towel and began to wash Mo's back. The cloth dipped into Mo's thick, cut lines. Mykel was salivating.
He felt devilish as the cloth dipped between the crease of Mo's ass.
"Hey, what are you doing back there?" Mo asked as he looked over his shoulder, a thick brow arched in the air.
"Who me?" Mykel asked innocently.
"I don't see anyone behind you," Mo teased.
Mykel grinned as the cloth sunk further down, past his mate's hole and down toward his balls. "Spread `em." He snickered.
"Only I can say that," Mo said as his legs parted. Mykel had never washed anyone before and found it hot as hell. He dropped to his knees, making sure to clean his mate thoroughly.
"I think you're having a little too much fun down there," Mo said as he turned around, his cock at eye level. Mykel grabbed Mo's erection, washing it with slow strokes.
He watched as Mo's head fell back, his hips bucking, making his cock thrust toward Mykel. Mykel looked at Mo in awe. The man was the embodiment of perfection. "Turn."
Mo turned, allowing the water to wash the soap away. Mykel tapped Mo's butt, making his mate turn back toward him once again. Leaning forward, Mykel parted his lips, taking the crest of Mo's cock into his mouth, allowing his tongue to enjoy the slippery feel of his mate's wet cock.
Dropping the cloth, Mykel reached up and palmed Mo's sac, running his fingers over the slick skin.
"Mykel," Mo moaned.
Mykel's index finger ran the course of Mo's perineum, making small circular patterns as he took Mo's cock deeper into his mouth.
"Come here," Mo said as he reached down and pulled Mykel up by his arms. "Now you turn around."
Mykel obeyed, Mo kicking his feet out so he was in a wide spread position. Mo grabbed the water proof lube from the shelf and readied his fingers, sinking them deep into Mykel's yearning body.
His palms flattened against the wet wall as Mo teased and tortured him, making Mykel whimper with need. Somehow Mo had turned the tables, but there was no way Mykel was going to complain.
"Ready for my cock?" Mo asked as he pulled his hand free.
Mykel nodded.
"Say it, Mykel."
Mykel rolled his eyes. "Shove your cock deep into my ass." He knew he said the right thing when he heard a low growl from behind him and Mo did exactly that. Mykel yelped at the sudden and quick invasion, almost losing his balance as Mo grabbed his hips to steady him.
Mo raised Mykel a few inches from the floor and then started plunging deeply into his ass. Mykel cried out, his head spinning at the assault.
"Who's ass is this?" Mo asked as he slammed into Mykel's hole.
"Mine!" Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. "I mean yours."
"God, I love you," Mo said before jetting his hard erection into Mykel.
Mykel clawed at the wall as his body exploded, his cum hitting the shower wall as he cried out Mo's name.
Mo was right behind him, shouting as he hammered into Mykel's ass. He was going to feel this one for sure. Mo was fucking him like a mad man.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/whatoncewaslost.htm

Retro Release Special Discount: "My Lupine Lover"

2011-11-28T23:12:00.000-08:00

Retro Release Special Discount

This title is offered at a 50% discount.

Offer ends midnight CST, December 26th.

http://www.bookstrand.com/my-lupine-lover

Finished & Submitted - Just A Vampire

2011-11-28T23:10:00.000-08:00

JUST A VAMPIRE

Electus Luca Ucathya has waited hundreds of years to find his anamchara, his soul mate. Rowan Connelly was not what he expected. For one, the man doesn't have a submissive bone in his body. Even worse, Rowan is a wolf, one of the most dangerous and hated enemies of a vampire. But giving Rowan up isn't an option.

Discovering that he is the mate of a vampire isn't so bad for Rowan, but the things required of him as the mate of the leader of a vampire tribe just might be more than he can handle.

When Rowan is kidnapped, not once, but twice, Luca knows he has to do everything in his power to keep his mate safe, something that would be much easier if Rowan would accept his place as the mate of a vampire and behave. Instead, Rowan is drawing Luca into more trouble with every breath.

And Luca just can't seem to mind.

STORY EXCERPT

Blond hair sufficiently frosted and spiked?
Check.
Black eyeliner expertly applied to bring out the green in my eyes?
Check.
Lips plump, shiny, and looking like I could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose?
Check.
See through t shirt tight over chest and short enough to show off my belly button ring?
Check.
Pants low on my hips and hugging my ass so tight I can't breathe?
Check.
Rowan Connelly laughed at himself in the bathroom mirror. He could breathe but just barely. If he sat down, his tight black leather pants were in serious jeopardy of splitting at the seams and maybe a ball or two would be crushed in the process. But as long as they hung low on his hips and hugged his ass who gave a crap?
His mama always said that being beautiful came at a price and if he hoped to get lucky tonight, that price was breathing. Hell, breathing was highly over rated anyway. Sex, now that was the stuff, and unfortunately, it was stuff he was currently lacking in his life. Hopefully, he looked slutty enough to get someone interested and get that taken care of.
He patted his hair one last time then went into his bedroom and retrieved the condom and small tube of lube from his nightstand and pushed it into his front pocket. He pushed his identification into his back pocket along with some cash then headed toward his living room to wait for his ride.
Twenty minutes into pacing back and forth in front of the front window and he was about ready to go on his own. His brother Seth was never good at arriving anywhere on time but this was ridiculous.
Rowan had a feeling Seth would be late to his own damn funeral.
Just when he was ready to pull his hair out from frustration, the phone rang. Rowan jumped toward it. "It's about damn time," he snapped, not waiting for anyone to say anything. "I've been waiting for—"
"Rowan."
Crap on a cracker. Rowan gripped the counter top so tightly that the tips of his fingers started to sting. He could feel the animosity coming through the phone from the simple mention of his name. Rowan drew in a deep breath and braced himself.
"Hello, Carlton."
"I've sent a car for you. I'll expect you at Briarwood in an hour."
Rowan drew in another shaky breath. His fingers gripped the counter top even more. "I'm sorry, Carlton. I was under the impression that you had banished me from pack lands. I distinctly remember you telling me never to set foot in Briarwood again."
"Rowan!"
Rowan held the phone away from his ear when Carlton shouted into the phone. Had the man ever spoken a soft word? Rowan's head started to throb. He could already feel the headache coming on. He knew for a fact that it would be a migraine by the time he hung up with Carlton.
"I do not have time for your foolishness," Carlton snapped. "Be ready when the car arrives."
Rowan's fingers tightened around the phone. He knew he had to stop letting his former alpha dictate his actions, especially since he had been kicked out of the pack six months ago and had to learn to live on his own with no pack to call his own. It just sucked that his family had suffered the same fate because he refused the alpha's advances.
"I'm truly sorry, Carlton." Right. Rowan rolled his eyes. Even he didn't believe that one. "I have other plans tonight. Maybe we can get together for Sunday brunch."
And maybe they would need snow blowers in hell.
"I don't give a damn what plans you have, Rowan. You will wait for the car and return to Briarwood."
Rowan winced as shards of pain hammered into his head at Carlton's anger. He rubbed his temple until the pain receded then sighed deeply. "No, you never did care about what I wanted and I can see that has not changed."
"Enough, Rowan!"
"I have to go, Carlton." An inexplicable perverse emotion suddenly filled him. "I'm off to the bar to find a big dick to fuck my ass. I can't say it's been nice talking to you but it's been interesting." God he wished he was a fly on the wall to see Carlton's reaction to his crass words.
Rowan could hear the alpha screaming into the phone as he set it back in the cradle. He had no idea what had made him say what he had to the man. Carlton was sure to be pissed beyond reason. Rowan knew there would be repercussions for his words, starting with the migraine he knew was coming. He just didn't care at the moment.
He had stopped caring six months ago when his alpha kicked him out of the only home he had ever known because he wouldn't mate with the man. A mating Rowan knew nothing about had been announced at his twenty fifth birthday party. When Rowan had learned that his mating ceremony to Carlton was planned for the following month, he knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
The expression of uncontrollable rage on Carlton's face when he refused the mating still stuck in his mind. He just didn't care. No one had asked him if he wanted to be mated to the alpha. Carlton had just announced it like he would accept whatever little crumbs the alpha threw his way.
He might not be as tall or as handsome as his three brothers but he had curves in all the right places as his mother liked to tell him. Curves Rowan was very proud to show off. It sounded rather odd when referenced to a man but he did have quite the ass. He had gotten his striking blond hair and high cheekbones from his mother along with her small compact dancer's body.
There were days that he loved the slim lines and tight muscles on his body and the way he moved when he walked across a room. There were other days when he hated the fact that he had inherited Nordic good looks of the rest of his family. It often drew all the wrong people—like Alpha Carlton Gregory.

ADULT EXCERPT

"You may call me Luca."
Rowan's smile wobbled. "Rowan." No last names needed, not if he wanted to get away from tall, dark, and dangerous. And he wasn't sure he did.
"Yes, I know." The skin around Luca's eyes crinkled at the corners when he grinned. "I asked for your name the moment I saw you."
Rowan blinked in surprise. "Really?" That was bad. Stalkerish bad.
"I could not let you get away from me without knowing everything about you."
Wow! Obsess much? Rowan frowned. "Do you always stalk people you just met?"
"Just you, anamchara."
"Lucky me." This was all getting a little weird.
"No, anamchara, I am the lucky one, lucky that the gods have designed to grant me with such a beautiful gift."
Rowan tried not to shy away from the fingers that slid down the side of his face but it took all of his control. Things were getting weirder by the minute. He just wanted to go out and have a good time, maybe find someone to spend the night with. Rowan only had wham-bam-thank you sir in mind when he had headed out of his apartment. He hadn't meant to find a stalker.
Maybe it was time to go.
"Stay, anamchara," Lucas said as if reading Rowan's mind, which was unnerving in itself. "Let me kiss you."
Rowan swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to Luca's full lips. Maybe not. It wasn't like he had any other offers and what could one little kiss hurt? Because kissing Luca would be like kissing the hottest man he had ever seen in his life.
And then he could go.
Really.
Swear.
"Okay," Rowan whispered.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from Luca's lips as the man leaned closer. He watched them until they faded from sight then looked up into Luca's dark eyes, inhaling sharply when he noticed that they had darkened even more. Different shades of deep red seemed to swirl around their murky depths, hypnotizing Rowan until he felt Luca's lips press against his—and then he moaned.
Kissing Luca sucked every last bit of air right out of Rowan's lungs. His lips tingled as delight filled every cell in his body. Rowan groaned against Luca's lips and moved closer, pressing his body against the bigger man's.
He needed more.
When Luca's tongue stroked over his lips, Rowan eagerly opened his mouth and allowed the man inside. A sweet musky flavor blasted across his senses when their tongues met and tangled together. Rowan couldn't have prevented the soft mewling sound that left his mouth if his life depended on it.
His cock throbbed in his pants, threatening to break through his zipper in a need to get to Luca's. Rowan couldn't ever remember being so aroused in his life. It was almost more imperative than breathing to get closer to the man.
Rowan swung his leg over Luca's thighs and pushed himself up to straddle the man's lap. When he settled down and felt Luca's hard cock press up against him through their layers of clothing, Rowan's mind fragmented. He shuddered in delight when he felt fingernails trail down over his skin.
He started moving, pressing himself down on Luca's hard length. He thought he might have offended Luca when the man suddenly growled, until he felt Luca's hands grip his ass and push him down until they were grinding against each other.
"Please," Rowan whispered against Luca's lips. The noises around him faded. The strobe lights dulled as the golden colors swirling in Luca's eyes deepened. Nothing mattered but feeling Luca's body pressed against his as the man's lips devoured him.
"That's it, mo anamchara." Rowan heard the words whispered in his mind but was too far gone to think about why he was hearing them.
Rowan cried out in ecstasy when he felt one of Luca's hands move around his body to press against his aching cock through his leather pants. They were so tight he could feel every single touch of Luca's fingers. His head fell back on his shoulders as he humped his hips, trying to create even more friction. He was so close to blowing he could almost taste it.
Rowan was so caught up in the pleasure racing through his body that he didn't even notice his pants being unbuttoned until the hot skin of Luca's bare hand wrapped around his cock. At the same moment, Luca's other hand slid down the back of his pants, the man's thick finger moving down between the crease of his ass to lightly flutter over Rowan's sensitive opening.
Rowan started keening low in his throat, the pleasure threatening to drown him. No one had ever touched him such a manner. No one had ever made him feel such ecstasy before. Rowan felt like he was going up in flames—and Luca was adding fuel to the fire with every soft touch.
"Luca!"
"Yes, anamchara, that's it." Rowan heard in his mind again. "Come for me. Show your master how much you like my hands on you, how much you like me touching you."
Luca's words inflamed Rowan. He'd revisit the master comment later, much later. He was too busy at the moment going out of his mind. Every exquisite sensation flowing through his body came together in one large sudden explosion. The feeling of Luca biting into his shoulder was all Rowan needed to fall over the edge into the abyss.
Rowan's soft cry of delight filled the VIP lounge just as his spunk filled Luca's hand. Spots danced in front of his eyes as his vision floated in and out of focus before finally fading to black. The last thing Rowan saw was the satisfied look on Luca's handsome face—and fangs?

http://www.stormyglenn.com/JustAVampire.htm

Finished & Submitted - Cowboy Up (Blaecleah 5)

2011-11-28T23:09:00.000-08:00

COWBOY UP

Blaecleah 5

Ruben is now a fully fledged Blaecleah, adopted by Ma and Da, and he loves living out at the ranch. But it's not enough to keep him home when he loses his heart to Elijah James, the family's attorney, and a man too afraid to come out of the closet to claim him.

After traveling the world for three years, Ruben is finally ready to return home, but he's not coming back alone. Widowed and the father of a small baby, Ruben hopes that he has grown up enough for Elijah James to take interest in him because this time, he's playing for keeps.

Elijah James wanted Ruben since the moment he met the man but the anguish of losing someone he loves still has a hold of Elijah and he's not ready to put his heart, or the fact that he loves men, on the line for everyone to see. He learned the hard way to keep his desires to himself.

When the past comes back to tear the Blaecleah family apart, will his love for Ruben be enough to pull Elijah from the closet or will he be too scared of losing again to cowboy up?

STORY EXCERPT

"Elijah, I wonder if we could get a moment of your time."

Elijah James glanced up from the papers on his desk to see Quaid and Matthew Blaecleah standing in his doorway. He smiled in greeting as he stood up and walked around his desk to shake both men's hands.

"Of course," Elijah replied. "I always have time for one of the Blaecleah's. What can I do for you gentlemen today?" Elijah glanced beyond the two men to see the sun setting beyond the mountains. "This evening, I mean."

"Burning the midnight oil again?" Quaid chuckled.

Elijah shrugged as he glanced back at the papers on his desk. He didn't have anything better to do. "There never really seems to be an end to the paperwork." He smiled ruefully as he looked back at the two men. "Unlike in the movies, lawyers actually spend more time doing paperwork than in court."

"Then I'm afraid we're just going to add to your workload." Quaid held up the large manila envelope in his hand. "We need you to look over some papers and make sure everything is on the up and up before Ma and Da sign them."

"Of course." Elijah took the envelope and opened it, pulling the papers out as he walked around his desk and sat back down. "Please, have a seat."

It took Elijah a few minutes to go over the paperwork but everything seemed relatively straight forward. Donnell and Alani Blaecleah wanted to purchase ten acres of land on the west side of their ranch. The price had been agreed upon by both the seller and buyer. Except for the signatures of everyone involved, everything was above board.

"Hey, Elijah," Matty said, "I really appreciate you staying late to do this. We needed these papers taken care as soon as possible."

Elijah smiled as he looked up from the papers he was working on and across his desk at Matty. "It's no problem, Matty. I'm happy to help." He quickly looked back down at the papers. It was always so hard to look at Matty. The man looked so much like his younger brother, Ruben.

Elijah sighed and tried to get the mental image of Ruben Blaecleah out of his head. Matty had married Quaid, and the Blaecheah family had adopted his brother Ruben. He knew it wouldn't do him much good to think of Rueben. It seemed he had been thinking about the man for as long as he knew him. Still, he needed to concentrate on his job then maybe he could go find the nearest bottle. It worked in the past, and he prayed it continued to numb him.

"Everything seems to be in order," Elijah said. "If you'll have your folks come in tomorrow, we can get these signed and notarized. Once the papers are filed with the courthouse, the sale should be final within thirty days."

"Yes!" Matty pumped his fist into the air.

"Well, you certainly seem excited." Elijah grinned when Matty practically bounded in his seat. The man's excitement was contagious. Elijah just didn't understand it. It was a simple purchase of some land next to the Blaecleah ranch.

"I am."

Quaid Blaecleah chuckled from beside his partner. He reached over and patted Matty's leg. "I think we're all a little excited."

Elijah frowned. He pulled his glasses off and set them on the desk as he stared at the two lovers in confusion. "Over the purchase of ten acres of land?"

"No," Matty said as he smiled happily. "Ruben is coming home."

Elijah swallowed hard. "Ru—Ruben is coming home?" He could barely get the words past his lips. Ruben was coming home. Elijah didn't know whether to be excited or freaked out. Both were a very real possibility.

Ruben was coming home.

Damn.

"That's what the ten acres are for," Quaid said. "Ma and Da wanted to give him some land to build a house on."

Elijah frowned as he glanced down at the paperwork again. "This land is quite a ways from the main ranch," he said as he looked up at the two men one more time. "Don't all of you boys build your houses right next to each other?"

"Usually, yes," Quaid replied right before his eyes cut to Matty. They stared at each other for a moment before Matty nodded. Elijah's heart began to thunder in his chest when Quaid looked back at him. "Ruben needs a bit more room than the rest of us. He's bringing his family home with him."

ADULT EXCERPT

"Come here, Eli," Ruben said as he waved a hand toward the bed. He couldn't take the silence, or the fear that Elijah was going to reject him like he had three years ago. He wanted to put a stop to any doubts Elijah had before they surfaced and ruined any plans Ruben had for them.

Elijah took a hesitant step forward, and then another, slowly making his way back toward the bed. His eyes were locked onto Ruben's hard cock as he swallowed. "How—What are you doing here?"

Ruben reached out and pulled at Elijah's hand, making the man stumble forward as he dropped down on the bed.

"I'm here for you," Ruben confessed to the older man as he tugged on Elijah's hand, watching as Elijah crawled further onto the bed. His eyes held hesitation, but his boxers were tented, giving Ruben the perfect view. The only thing that would have made this more perfect was if Elijah removed the underwear. Ruben was dying to get his first glimpse at the man's cock.

"I don't understand," Elijah said as he pulled himself all the way onto the bed. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Ruben had had sex only once, and that was with Mahra. He'd never experienced sex with a man, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let his inexperience stop him. He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was staring up at him, the blue eyes swimming with uncertainty.

Ruben rolled, pinning Elijah underneath him. He ground their cocks together as he felt Elijah's skin rubbing up against his.

"Ruben, wait."

Ruben stilled, gazing down at Elijah. "What am I waiting for?"

Elijah shook his head, but made no efforts to squirm away. As a matter of fact, Elijah was trying to push into Ruben. The moves were subtle, as if Elijah didn't want Ruben to know he was doing it.

"I—" Elijah glanced down, biting his bottom lip. "I'm not out and proud like you are."

Ruben leaned forward, kissing Elijah's eyelids. "Then we'll work on that," Ruben said as he reached down between them and pushed his hand past Elijah's waistband of his boxers. He groaned when he felt the hot, hard cock press into the palm of his hand.

Elijah's hips jerked as his head tilted sideways. Ruben pressed his lips against Elijah's soft skin as he stroked his soon to be lover's cock. He knew the mechanics and had done his research on gay sex. Ruben had the knowledge. He just lacked the experience. He hoped he didn't hurt Elijah.

"Lube?"

Elijah nodded toward the nightstand. Ruben stretched over Elijah as he opened the small drawer. He wasn't sure he should be glad to see condoms in there as well. Did Elijah use them often? He grinned when he saw the box was brand new. Ruben grabbed the lube and the box, tossing them on the bed beside them.

"Take your boxers off," he said as he leaned back, giving Elijah the room he needed. Ruben's mouth watered as he watched Elijah, gazing at the flesh that was bared to him. He couldn't resist. Ruben reached out and smacked Elijah's ass.

"Hey!" Elijah said as he looked back at Ruben. "There will be none of that."

"Too bad," Ruben teased. He liked seeing his own handprint of Elijah's ass. It was sexy. He pushed Elijah to his stomach, straddling his thighs as he lubed his fingers and then tossed the bottle aside.

Ruben slowly pushed one finger in to the first knuckle. He stilled, waiting to make sure he wasn't hurting Elijah. When the man looked over at Ruben like he was crazy, he smiled and pushed his finger the rest of the way in. It felt better than his imagination had conjured up. With just his finger inside Elijah, Ruben was about to orgasm. He had dreamt of this moment for years.

Ruben slid his hand back and then slid another finger in beside the first one. He watched in wonder as his fingers sank deep. He wanted to see his cock do the same. But he wasn't going to rush this. It was their first time together, Ruben's first time with a man, and he wanted it to last.

He pushed a third finger in, watching Elijah's body stretch for him. Ruben had to bite his bottom lip. The sight was amazing. Elijah pushed back, groaning. Ruben felt ten feet tall. He was the one making Elijah feel pleasure.

He removed his fingers, grinning when Elijah let out a noise of protest. He smacked his lover's ass again. Elijah shot a glare over his shoulder, making Ruben chuckle. "But my hand print is so pretty on your ass."

Elijah grunted, but didn't say a word.

"Roll over," Ruben commanded as he reached for the unopened box of condoms. Elijah watched him as Ruben tore the wrapper apart and then rolled the latex down his hard cock. He scooted close to Elijah, grabbed him under his knees, and then pushed his legs back. Ruben stopped for a moment to gaze down at Elijah's puckered hole. He couldn't believe that after all this time he was finally going to sink balls deep inside the man.

"What?" Elijah asked, a veil falling over his eyes.

Ruben couldn't have that. He lined his cock up and thrust deeply.

"Fuck!" Elijah shouted as Ruben stilled.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he ran a hand over Elijah's smooth stomach. His body was begging Ruben to move, but he had to make sure Elijah wasn't in any pain.

"No," Elijah said as he wiggled his ass. "But now would be a good time for you to move."

Ruben grinned as he pulled back and then slammed forward. Elijah shouted, but Ruben knew it was a shout of pleasure. His fingers dug into Elijah's knees as he looked down between their bodies and saw his cock thrusting in and out of his lover's tight ass. It was an amazing sight, one Ruben wanted to see over and over again.

He pushed Elijah's legs around his waist as he dropped to his arms, staring his lover in his baby-blue eyes. Elijah tried to look away, but Ruben caught his chin and brought it back around. He leaned forward and kissed Elijah like his life depended on it. Elijah groaned into his mouth as Ruben snapped his hips, feeling Elijah's body welcoming him.

"Make me come, Ru," Elijah begged into Ruben's mouth.

He reached between them, curling his fingers around Elijah's cock and then started stroking it, matching his thrusts. Moments later, Elijah's back arched as he cried out into Ruben's mouth.

Ruben growled as he fucked Elijah harder, wanting his own release. He stiffened and shouted as he seed was pulled from his body, exploding into Elijah's ass. Spots danced in front of Ruben's eyes as he collapsed down on top of Elijah.

"My Eli," he whispered as he stroked his hand over Elijah's chest. Elijah patted his arm but Ruben felt the man's body stiffen under his. He tilted his head back and looked up into Elijah's blue eyes, not missing the quick way they darted away. "You're mine now, Eli, and I'm not letting you go."

http://www.stormyglenn.com/cowboyup.htm

NEW COVERS

2011-11-21T11:29:00.001-08:00

Collin's Awakening

Phoenix Rising 1

Collin woke to find himself in a morgue. He returns home, shocking his lover beyond belief. When gunmen invade their apartment, Riojos must fight to keep Collin alive and make sense of the life they have been thrown into when a phoenix is born.
http://www.stormyglenn.com/Collin

Kyle's Return

Phoenix Rising 2

Struggling to make it day to day, Kyle Talon feels all alone in the big city. When his young life is brutally snuffed out in a dark alley, Kyle is surprised to find himself alive. He's even more shocked to discover himself falling in love with the detective that witnessed his return to the land of the living and has sworn to protect him.
http://www.stormyglenn.com/Kyle

Heart Mate

Katzman 4

Fate has a funny way of messing with people's lives. The brüter that Hassan Al'Abdalha goes to claim turns out to be his mate. Rayne is also a man on the run and he runs right into Hassan's arms. If they can keep from fighting their mating, they might actually find out that they want the same things out of life—each other.
http://www.stormyglenn.com/heartmate.htm

CAT'S PRIDE

2011-11-16T15:48:00.000-08:00

Available Now

Benji ran away from Stellan three years ago when he discovered that they were mates. Not because he didn't want the alpha as his mate but because Stellan refused him. But now Benji's in trouble and his sexy mate may be the only thing that can save him.

Stellan wanted Benji the moment he met him but Benji didn't have the mating scent. Reluctantly, Stellan agreed to mate with someone else. When he receives a desperate phone call telling him that Benji is in trouble, he wants to ignore it but he can't. Despite everything, he still has feelings for Benji.

Kody is a rogue lion working for the council enforcing their rules. When he receives a call from Alpha Stellan to go check on Benji, a man that disappeared three years ago, Kody agrees. What he finds when he arrives is a mess so terrible, he has nothing left to do but call in the alpha, especially when Kody learns that both Benji and Stellan are his mates.

It will take the three of them to save Benji from the men bent on destroying him, but it will take their love for each other to heal the wounds between them.

Story Excerpt

“Stellan, there’s a Mr. Granger on the phone for you,” Neumus said as he stuck his head into the doorway. “He says it’s important.”

Stellan Mihos nodded to Neumus, who was also his brother and second in command, and reached for the phone. “Hello, Mr. Granger, what can I do for you?”

“Stellan Mihos?”

“Yes,” Stellan replied. His eyebrows drew together in confusion. He didn’t think he knew Mr. Granger. Why would the man be calling him?

“Mr. Mihos, my name is Allan Granger. My wife and I live in a small town called Potter’s Creek. It’s about three hundred miles from you.”

“I know where Potter’s Creek is.” Stellan leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the top of his desk. The conversation was just getting more confusing. “There’s a small pride there, right? Just about ten members?”

“Yes, yes, that’s the place. We’re a very small pride, Mr. Mihos, mostly women and children. My son and I are the only two males in our pride.”

“Are you having troubles of some sort, Mr. Granger?” It was the only reason Stellan could think of for another pride to call him. His was one of the strongest in the entire state. They often got calls when other prides needed help.

“It’s not my pride specifically, Mr. Mihos, but a lone shifter in the area.”

“Are there some sort of attacks going on?”

“Wha—oh, no, the shifter isn’t attacking anyone. He would never do that. He’s just not the type.”

“Is he encroaching on your territory?”

“No, he lives probably fifty miles outside of town. He’s never tried to take over our territory or even asked to join our pride.”

“I’m not sure how I can help you then, Mr. Granger. I have no jurisdiction over rogue shifters. You know that. As long as he’s not attacking anyone, there isn’t much I can do.”

“It’s not me that needs the help, Mr. Mihos, it’s Benji.”

“Benji?” Stellan’s heart gave an extra beat as he swallowed hard.

“Benjamin Bastet.”

Stellan stiffened. His hand tightened around the phone. His heart thundered in his chest. He hadn’t heard that name in nearly three years. He hadn’t thought he’d ever hear it again and he certainly didn’t like the way it made his stomach clench.

“I’m afraid I have another phone call, Mr. Granger,” Stellan said through gritted teeth. “I’ll have to get back to you. Have a good day.”

Stellan sat there and stared at the phone after hanging it up. Hearing Benji’s name again after all of this time made the hairs on his arms stand on end. He felt a mixture of relief that he finally knew where Benji had run off to and anger that Benji had run at all.

Stellan knew it wasn’t possible for them to be mated but Benji was still a part of his pride. Stellan felt a responsibility toward the man for that simple fact. When one of his pride was in trouble, it was his duty as alpha to help them. And he would have in this situation if the man had been anyone but Benji.

“What did Mr. Granger want?” Neumus asked as he walked into the study and shut the door behind him.

Stellan pressed his hands together and rested his fingertips against his lips for a moment as he watched Neumus sit down in the chair across the desk from him. Once Neumus was settled, Stellan dropped his hands down to the desk and folded his fingers together.

“He called about Benji.”

Neumus’s eyebrows shot up as he sat forward. “Benji?”

Stellan nodded. “It seems that Benji is in Potter’s Creek.”

“He joined the Potter Creek Pride?” Neumus asked, frowning. “That’s a pretty small pride, isn’t it?”

“It is, but no, Benji is not part of the pride there. He’s a lone shifter right now.”

“Damn!”

Stellan understood his brother’s alarm. Lone shifters caused problems, not only for humans but also for other prides. They had a reputation of attacking people indiscriminately. Many had to be hunted down and eliminated for the good of everyone.

“Mr. Granger says Benji is in trouble.”

“Oh?” One of Neumus’s eyebrows shot up. He settled back in his chair once again. “How so?”

“I didn’t ask.” Stellan felt his face flush when Neumus’s jaw dropped open.

“You didn’t ask?” Neumus snapped, anger darkening his features. “Why the hell not? The man is your mate. He’s been missing for almost three years. You suddenly get a phone call telling you he’s in trouble and you don’t ask what it is?”

“He is not my mate,” Stellan growled as his fist slammed down on the desk.

“The hell he’s not!” Neumus shouted right back. He suddenly jumped to his feet, pointing his finger at Stellan. “You might think you can bury your head in the sand and pretend like you’re oblivious but you know Benji is your mate. You’re just too stupid to claim him.”

“Neumus!”

Neumus stalked to the door, stopping to turn around and glare across the room. Stellan was stunned by the anger and pain in Neumus’s eyes. He knew his brother never agreed with his choice not to claim Benji. He just never thought his brother was this angry over the situation.

“You’ve found your mate, Stellan, and you threw him away like he didn’t matter. You discarded the gift that fate gave you like he was a piece of trash to be thrown out.” Stellan almost recoiled when his brother looked him up and down, his upper lip curling back as he sneered. “You don’t deserve him.”

Adult Excerpt

“Oh, mate,” Kody said as he climbed onto the bed and began crawling up between Benji’s legs, “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

The lump building in Benji’s throat made it hard to talk. “Okay,” he whispered. Benji couldn’t tear his eyes away from what Kody was doing if it meant dying in the next ten minutes. The sight of the man’s mouth hovering over his hard cock was mesmerizing.

When Kody’s tongue came out and licked across the top of his cock, Benji cried out, his head dropping back against the pillows. The hard suction he felt a moment later made Benji’s head snap right back up. His jaw dropped open as he watched Kody swallow his cock down all of the way to the bottom.

“No one’s ever—I’ve never—you—” Benji gulped, unable to say more or make sense of anything except the feeling of Kody’s mouth moving up and down on his aching cock. Had he ever felt anything so good in his life?

Lost in sensation, Benji blinked rapidly when Kody moved up onto his knees and reached around behind him. Kody’s lips never left Benji’s cock. Benji frowned and tried to see what Kody was doing. He had an idea but—

“What are you doing?” Kody grinned around the erection in his mouth and wiggled his eyebrows. Benji’s eyes widened at the implication. “You’re—but I’ve never—” Benji groaned as more heat rushed through him, only this time, it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt wonderful, warming Benji from the inside out.

“Kody,” he groaned. He’d never had someone love on him and he was afraid he’d disappoint Kody. He was also afraid that he would come in the next few moments. His cock felt like it was about to explode. “I can’t hold out.”

Benji groaned when Kody’s hand suddenly squeezed the base of his cock and the man’s lips slipped off of his engorged flesh. “Oh, you’re going to last, baby, at least long enough for me to feel this beauty in my ass.”

Benji blinked in surprise. “You don’t want to fuck me?”

“I very much want to make love to you but I also want to feel my mate’s cock in my ass.”

Benji’s eyebrows shot up. “You’d let me top you?”

Kody’s head snapped back. “Benji, we’re mates. There is no topping or bottoming between us. We do what feels good and right now, I’m seriously hoping that your cock feels good.”

“I’ve never—” Benji’s face heated.

Kody grinned. “That’s what makes it even better. I get to be your first.”

Benji was pretty sure that Kody was going to be his only but he wasn’t about to mention that right now. He wanted to feel the man way too much to bring that up. “What do I need to do?”

“Just lie there. I’ll do all the work.” Kody moved up until he straddled Benji’s hips. “If I get too heavy, let me know.”

Benji nodded quickly. His eyes widened as he watched Kody lift up then slowly lower himself down. A full body shudder ripped through Benji as his cock pushed into Kody’s warm heat. He clenched his hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for the man. He was just supposed to lie there and let Kody do the work but it was so hard not to move.

“Damn, I was right,” Kody groaned as his head fell back on his shoulders. “You feel fucking fantastic.”

Benji blinked in surprise when Kody suddenly leaned over him, resting his arms on either side of Benji’s head.

“Are you ready for this, baby?”

Benji nodded. He knew a moment later when Kody began to move that he wasn’t. He had no clue it would feel this good or that he would want this so much. When Kody’s mouth began to lick a path across his chest, Benji couldn’t prevent himself from reaching up and sinking his hands into the man’s thick dark brown hair.

“So full, baby,” Kody murmured against Benji’s skin. “Feels so good.”

Benji nodded, beyond speech. He felt like he was one big ball of sensation.

“Gonna love fucking you next time.”

Benji nodded again.

“Are you going to claim me, Benji?” Kody whispered as he tilted his head to one side.

Benji’s eyes landed on the rapid pulse beating in Kody’s throat. He licked his lips nervously. He knew what it meant if he bit Kody. They would be bound together forever, never to be apart. Their souls would merge, becoming one.

“Are you sure?” Benji asked as he found his voice. This was a huge step. He wouldn’t do it if Kody wasn’t sure, no matter how much he wanted it. Once he claimed Kody, the man couldn’t deny that they were mates. They would need each other to survive.

Kody was smiling as he turned his head to look down at him. “I’m sure, Benji.”

Benji prayed that Kody didn’t grow to hate him as he took the man at his words and struck, sinking his teeth into Kody’s throat. Sweet, hot blood spilled over into his mouth. Benji heard Kody cry out above him just as his release exploded inside of him.

Ecstasy unlike anything he had ever felt swept through Benji as he felt something inside of him snap into place. For the first time in his life, Benji felt accepted, needed. He felt wanted. A sudden warmth filled his entire body and then he could feel Kody, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally. He felt everything.

“Kody!” Benji cried out as he was thrown into another mind-blowing orgasm, this one even stronger than the first one. It started at his toes and rolled up his body to the top of his head, filling every cell in his body until he didn’t know where he ended and Kody began. It continued to grow and grow until Benji’s vision dimmed and then he felt nothing but bliss…then nothing at all.

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THE ROMANCE REVIEW - Nominations

2011-11-16T13:25:00.000-08:00

Best Paranormal Romance of 2011

Voting officially starts today, November 16, until November 30. Results would be announced on December 1. Only one winner will be chosen in each category.

Voting takes place here! http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php

Redemption has been nominated by TRR reviewers for Best GLBT Paranormal Romance – Shifter (2011)

Air Demon has been nominated by TRR reviewers for Best GLBT Paranormal Romance – Angel and Demon (2011)

Honor Bound has been nominated by TRR reviewers for Best GLBT Paranormal Romance – Magical/Fantasy (2011)

5 CUP REVIEW FOR END OF THE LINE

2011-11-14T12:52:00.000-08:00

5 CUP REVIEW

"End of the Line"

Giovanni is at the end of the line when he makes a decision that will change his whole world. He meets an alpha even more possessive than the one he is running from, but that might not be a bad thing.

Remy is a wanted man responsible for his crew and ship. Gigi stows away on his ship and gives him one more reason to keep up the fight.

Gigi has been abused since his father sold him to a terrible man. He is free for the first time, but his freedom is in jeopardy. Remy will never take his Gigi from him. To lose his mate is to release his beast and eventually death.

End of the Lineisan is an excellent read. I was entertained through the whole story and never wanted it to end. There is a line in the story that contains jumper cables and car batteries no one should miss. I guarantee you will get a kick out of it. The characters are amazing. I wanted to cuddle Gigi and climb Remy; both inspire different feelings, but it proves difficult to choose which is hotter. I highly recommend Lynn Hagen and End of the Line.

Delane
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

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CRANK'S CRAVING

2011-11-14T11:50:00.000-08:00

CRANK'S CRAVING

Lady Blue Crew 6

By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen

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Kidnapping your mate is wrong. Even Crank knows that. But when his mate's life is threatened, all Crank can think about is getting the little neon-green-haired man to safety. It's just too bad that Anok refuses to be mated.

Crank goes into mating heat the moment he scents his mate. With Anok refusing to be mated, Crank's only choice is to be sedated until his commander can decide what to do with him and Anok can be dropped off on the closest planet. Giving him up at that point is impossible, unless he wants to go feral and have to be put down for the safety of everyone, especially Anok.

Anok is confused about the emotions Crank creates in him. He's seen what mates do to each other firsthand, and he wants no part of it, but he can't deny the draw to the handsome cougar shifter. When Crank gets sedated and everyone starts blaming him, Anok decides he needs to know what being mated means. He can think of only one person that can show him, and he's unconscious. But is he brave enough to have Crank awakened?

STORY EXCERPT

Crank stared across the mess hall at Anok, the little neon green-haired man they had found on Paktil. The man was also his mate. The need to drag Anok off to a dark corner and claim him was overwhelming.

The only thing that kept Crank from doing just that was the angered scowls Anok kept sending his way. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have kidnapped Anok from Paktil, but they were in trouble at the time, and protecting his mate was the only thing in Crank’s head.

Unfortunately, it meant he was now dealing with a very pissed off mate. Crank didn’t think Anok would allow himself to be claimed anytime soon. But it would happen. Crank knew it deep in his bones. Anok was meant for him.

Unlike the other crew members on board the Lady Blue, Crank was a cougar shifter. That in itself came with a set of issues Crank wasn’t ready to face yet, but knew he would have to, and soon.

Now that he had smelled his mate, he had less than one full moon to claim him. If a month passed without tasting his mate’s blood while claiming him, Crank would go feral and have to be put down for everyone’s safety. Sometimes it really sucked being a cougar.

Other times it was magnificent—like now. Even standing across the room he could smell Anok’s sweet scent. It wrapped around him and sank into every pore of his body. Crank would be able to scent out his mate anywhere, anytime. Anok’s distinctive scent was ingrained in Crank’s very blood.

That was how it worked for cougars. One scent of their mate and they were hooked. No other being in the world—any world—would ever smell so delicious or arouse Crank as much as Anok did.

Crank growled when the ship suddenly lurched and Anok grabbed the table in a death grip. Anok’s face paled and his eyes started to dart around the room as if he were frantically looking for an escape route.

Anok suddenly jumped up from his seat and ran for the doorway Crank was leaning against. Crank stepped back and let Anok through. The moment Anok made it past the doorway, Crank spun around and grabbed the little man around the waist.

Anok started to struggle frantically. Crank could smell the fear and panic pouring off of the man in waves. He had to calm his mate. He just wasn’t sure how to do it. The only thing he could think of was taking Anok to his quarters. So, that was what Crank did. He picked Anok up, tossed the man over his shoulders, and carried him down the corridor to his quarters.

Once inside, he set Anok on his feet then reached back to lock the door. The moment he turned back, pain exploded in Crank’s jaw as Anok punched him. Crank shook his head and rubbed his jaw as he glared at Anok.

“What in the hell did you do that for?”

“Because I am not a fucking bag of potatoes!” Anok snapped. He jabbed his finger into Crank’s chest. “That’s the second time you carried me off, and I’m getting damn tired of it. You…don’t…own…me!”

Crank growled and clenched his hands. “Mine!”

“I don’t fucking think so.” Anok waved his hands back and forth in front of him as he started backing away.

Crank didn’t like the fact that his mate felt the need to back away from him. His mate should never leave his side. He stepped over and grabbed Anok’s arms and yanked the man against his chest.

“Mine!” he growled once again. Crank didn’t realize he had partially shifted again until Anok’s eyes widened and the man gently patted his chest. Fear was slowly beginning to fill Anok’s face.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Crank frowned. That wasn’t right. His mate should never fear him. “Why do you deny me? You know we are mates.”

“Not in this century,” Anok snapped as he started to struggle again. “I’m no one’s mate.”

“You’re my mate!” Crank grit his teeth when pain suddenly radiated up his leg from his shin. “You kicked me in the shin.”

Anok’s eyebrow arched. “I’ll kick you higher up if you don’t let me go.”

As if to prove his threat, Anok raised his leg. Crank instantly turned to the side and Anok’s knee landed on his thigh. It wasn’t painful, so Crank didn’t think Anok was trying to hurt him. He just didn’t understand why the man was so insistent that he be released.

None of the other members of the crew had this much trouble claiming their mates, not even Tank. At least Tank knew Zackary cared about him while they waited to complete the Paktillian ritual that would allow them to be mated. They had even done more than their fair share of fooling around while they waited.

He shouldn’t be having this much trouble, not now that he had found his mate. “Why are you being this way?”

“Because you fucking kidnapped me!” Anok shouted. “You kidnapped me, and now you’re trying to force yourself on me.”

Crank’s nostrils flared as he instantly released Anok. The rage that suddenly flowed through him made his hand tremble as he pointed his finger at Anok. “I’ve never forced anyone in my life, and I’m not about to start with my mate. If you don’t want me, fine. I’ll have Remy drop you off at the nearest spaceport, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

Crank saw Anok’s mouth drop open just as he spun around and unlocked the door. He hit the button to open the door and stepped through the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder at his mate—his ex-mate.

“You can have the room until we drop you off. I wouldn’t want to be accused of not being hospitable.”

Crank turned back around and stormed away. The anger he felt at Anok’s words was mirrored by the deep ache he felt in his chest. His mate, the man he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with, didn’t want him.

Crank had no choice now. Anok didn’t want him, and he would never force the man. He was going to go feral, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

ADULT EXCERPT

Crank crawled up onto the edge of the bed then slowly climbed over the circle of pillows until he knelt between Anok’s legs. His breathing became labored as he ran his hands over Anok’s legs, from ankle to knee.

“So soft,” he whispered absentmindedly. Crank was intrigued by how soft Anok’s skin felt. His fingers seemed to just skim right over it as if it was made of pure silk. But, did it taste just as nice? Crank bent over and stroked his long tongue up one of Anok’s legs.

Damn!

Anok tasted just as good as he felt, just as good as he smelled. Crank wanted to consume his mate. He couldn’t seem to get enough. Crank continued to lick at Anok’s skin, trying to reach every inch of flesh his tongue could reach.

He frowned when he noticed that Anok seemed to be pulling away from him. Crank growled and jumped up to hover over Anok. He bared his teeth and growled again.

“Whoa, big guy,” Anok said as he patted Crank’s naked chest. “Just calm down. I’m not going anywhere. My legs are starting to cramp with the way you’re pushing down on them.”

Crank frowned and glanced down at Anok’s lower body. It was only then that he noticed his legs lying over the top of Anok’s, pressing him into the mattress below. Crank quickly slid his legs inward until Anok’s legs rested on the outside of his.

He rubbed his hands up and down his mate’s legs as he looked up at him, worried. He was much bigger than Anok. His job was to protect Anok, even from himself. To harm his mate would be to harm himself.

“I’m fine, Crank.”

Crank watched his mate for a moment longer until he was satisfied that Anok was telling the truth then he returned his attention to devouring Anok’s body, one silky inch at a time. He decided to start at the top this time, licking a path across Anok’s throat.

“Damn, you’re good at that,” Anok whispered as a soft tremble shook his body.

Crank ignored his words and continued to lick his way down Anok’s slim body. When he heard Anok’s breathing hitch just as his tongue stroked over the man’s brown hued nipple, Crank growled. Arousal was flooding his body like a tidal wave.

He reached under one of the pillows and grabbed the bottle of oil he kept hidden there. Popping the top, Crank liberally coated his fingers then closed the bottle and tossed it aside. He went back to licking at Anok’s nipples as he reached down between his mate’s legs and stroked his finger across the tight hole waiting for him, pressing in just a little.

Crank groaned, just catching the echo of Anok’s soft cry as his finger slid into the man’s ass. The sweet sound was music to Crank’s ears. He felt ten feet tall and phaser proof. Crank pressed in another finger then scooted down further to watch what he was doing.

Watching his finger sink into Anok’s tight ass was something he could do forever. If his cock hadn’t been so achingly hard, Crank would have done just that. But, maybe he’d save that for another time. Right now, he knew if he didn’t get balls deep into his mate’s ass, the show would be over before it began.

Once Anok was sufficiently stretched, Crank sat up on his knees. He grabbed Anok by his hips and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. The yelp of surprise that fell from Anok’s lips made Crank growl with satisfaction. Anok seemed way too calm for someone who was about to be claimed.

Crank pulled back on Anok’s hips then fit the tip of his cock into the man’s ass. He watched as he slowly sank past the first ring of muscles. It took everything in Crank to pause and give Anok a chance to adjust to his invasion as the power of being inside his mate for the first time swept through him.

Little by little, Anok’s body accepted him, and Crank slid in further until his balls rested against Anok’s ass. As soon as he felt he could fuck his mate without harming him, Crank began pounding into Anok’s ass. The sheer ecstasy of the moment overwhelmed Crank and he tossed his head back and roared his pleasure.

He could feel the spines at the end of his cock starting to extend and knew his orgasm was just moments away. He leaned over Anok, covering all of his mate’s smaller body with his own.

“Mine,” he growled low in his throat right before he struck, sinking his teeth as deep into Anok as he could get them. The deeper the mating bite, the better the mating mark would be. It would also create an instant erogenous spot for Anok.

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BLOOD CONTRACT

2011-11-12T12:44:00.001-08:00

BLOOD CONTRACT

Wolf Creek Pack 8

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Danny Erickson knew things were bad when he got called to the dean's office at his university. He just didn't expect to see his estranged father when he arrived or the proposal his father offers him. Little does Danny know that by signing his name on the dotted line, he's agreed to become the personal blood donor to a vampire prince and there is no breaking this blood contract.

Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle is dying. He needs a blood donor with pure blood. When Danny is brought to him, Dominic finds himself dealing with feelings he has never experienced before. Falling in love with his blood donor was never part of the contract.

When Danny's life is threatened, Dominic will do anything to save him, even break every rule of his kind. He's even willing to give up his life to save the man he loves. But will it be enough and will it be in time? More importantly, will Danny accept a vampire prince as his mate?

STORY EXCERPT

“Is he here?”

“He is, sire. I’ve placed him in the adjoining room”

“I want to see him.”

“Dominic, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Sully said. “He’s sleeping right now and—”

“I want to see him!” Dominic growled silently.

“As you wish.” Sully bowed his head and walked out of the room.

Dominic closed his eyes. That little bit of bravado had sucked the energy right out of him. His eyelids felt like they were attached to lead weights. He couldn’t ever remember being this tired, not even when he fought in the French Revolution, and that had been a bloody battle that lasted for ages.

Dominic opened his eyes and turned his head when he heard the door open. He watched Sully walk in, a man cradled carefully in his arms. Dominic’s curiosity was piqued when he got a good look at the tuff of sunlight-blond hair sticking out of the blanket wrapped around the young man.

“Is he okay?” Dominic asked when Sully laid the unconscious man down next to him.

“Yes, he’s just sleeping.” Sully grimaced and folded his hands in front of him as he stood up next to the side of the bed. “I’m afraid I had to give him a sedative.”

Dominic’s eyes shot up and met Sully’s for a moment then went back down to the man lying beside him. An unnatural concern for the human filled him. “Why?”

“I do not believe he was fully informed of the conditions of the contract by his family, sire.”

“What?” Dominic snapped. “He signed the contract, did he not?”

“He did, but I think he believed he was signing a contract between him and his father, not you. When I informed him of the contract between the two of you, he resisted. That’s when I had to sedate him.”

“He does not want to be a donor?” When Sully remained silent, Dominic turned to look at him. “Say what is on your mind, Sully.”

“I am unsure of what exactly Erickson told the boy, Dominic, but I do not believe he is fully aware of the situation.”

“What exactly did he think he was signing?”

“As I said, a contract between him and his father.”

“For what purpose?”

“Again, I am unsure.”

“Well, what do you know then?” Dominic snapped silently. He hated the silent communication he had to use due to his ill health. He’d much rather be stomping his foot and shouting to the heavens than having to use mental telepathy. It was too draining on him and didn’t have the same effect.

“He is a perfect match, Dominic.”

Dominic sighed and laid his head down on the pillow next to Danny’s. “Let me see him.”

Sully reached down and pulled the edges of the blanket back to reveal the sleeping man’s perfect heart-shaped face. Dominic inhaled sharply at the beauty laid out before him. He had not expected his blood donor to look so handsome.

“He is a beauty.”

“No one is to touch him.” Dominic growled, his eyes narrowing. He had a sudden urge to attack Sully. He just didn’t have the energy. “I will rip out the throat of the first man to touch a hair on his head.” Sully arched an eyebrow at Dominic, a gesture that very few men got away with in front of him. It was only Sully’s years of service and friendship that allowed him to get away with it unscathed.

“Don’t you think you’d better regain your strength before you start making threats?” Sully asked, arching a dark eyebrow at Dominic. “I doubt you could rip out the throat of a fly right now.”

“We must begin the process right away,” Dominic replied as he continued to stare at Daniel, ignoring Sully’s observation about his dwindling health. “I will need my strength to keep the watchers away from him.”

“You will.” Sully nodded his agreement, a slight grimace crossing his face. “Once they learn that Daniel is your match, they won’t hesitate to take him out.”

“I want the sentries doubled,” Dominic growled. He had an unfamiliar need to keep Daniel safe, something he wasn’t used to. “I am appointing you his Sàssari until I am able to protect him on my own.”

Sully visibly gulped. “Sàssari?”

Dominic started to chuckle at Sully’s shock but it quickly turned into a cough, shaking his body with the force of it. By the time Dominic was done coughing, Sully was standing next to him, a glass of water in one hand and a handkerchief in the other.

“You’re getting worse, Dominic,” Sully said as he gently wiped the blood away from the corner of Dominic’s mouth. “We must start the blood letting as soon as possible or we may be too late.”

Dominic nodded. He knew Sully was right. He was growing weaker by the hour. He already couldn’t walk or sit up on his own. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to lift his hands or turn his head. Dominic was most worried about being able to use his fangs. If he didn’t have the strength to drink blood, he’d die.

“How soon can we start?” he asked Sully. “I’m growing tired.”

“I can draw some blood for now or give you his wrist, your choice.”

“I am not so weak that I cannot drink from the source,” Dominic growled, curling back the corner of his upper lip, showing the tips of his fangs. “Give me his wrist.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Please don’t kill me,” Danny whispered as he turned his head and brought Dominic’s face up to his neck. He squeezed his eyes tight and waited for the pain he knew was coming. How could it not?

Dominic had fucking fangs!

“Ahh,” Danny moaned when he didn’t feel excruciating pain instantly. Instead, he felt Dominic’s tongue stroke across his skin. A moment later, there was a small bit of pressure then all Danny felt was an overwhelming bliss as pleasure exploded through every nerve in his body.

His cock filled and exploded in a matter of seconds, giving Danny the most intense, and quickest, orgasm he had ever experienced. Danny could feel Dominic continuing to suck the blood from his neck as he sank back against the pillows, panting heavily.

He was totally freaked. It happened so fast that Danny barely had time to register the fact that he was aroused before he was coming in his pants like an untried schoolboy. That had never happened before, and it was quite embarrassing.

Danny felt his face flush when Dominic extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark on his neck. He could feel that little lick shoot through his body and settle at the base of his cock. Danny groaned and turned his face to the side when he felt his cock try and come back to life.

The contract said blood donor, not complete and utter slut. Danny had no idea what Dominic must be thinking of him but it couldn’t be good if the little growls coming from the man were any indication. When Danny tried to roll away, Dominic’s growls grew louder.

Oh fuck, he hadn’t died before but it was looking like a distinct possibility now. Danny tried to freeze, to not make a single movement that would draw Dominic’s anger. And that would have been a great plan if he could stop shaking.

“Dom–Dominic,” he whispered. He awkwardly patted Dominic’s sweat-slickened chest and prayed he wasn’t about to die. “Hey, man, are you feeling any better?”

Danny was shocked down to his toes when Dominic nuzzled into his neck and licked at the bite mark again. Those weren’t the actions of a man bent on harming him. He hoped. Danny raised his hand and smoothed back the black hair from Dominic’s face.

“Okay, now things are getting really weird,” Danny murmured when Dominic leaned into his hand and started making small purring type sounds. “One of us has lost his ever-loving mind.”

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ADWAKA'S BLADE

2011-10-20T15:28:00.001-07:00

ADWAKA'S BLADE

Lady Blue Crew 4

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Adwaka can’t stand to be away from Blade. The mating bond has begun, but Blade has yet to claim him. Adwaka knows that Blade merely tolerates him, so he begins to self-medicate in order to deal with the pain.

Blade must leave for a short mission and leave Adwaka behind. When he returns, he finds his mate has been sedated after an episode. Blade knows something is wrong with Adwaka but has no clue how to help him.

Blade decides sending Adwaka home may be the best solution, but can Blade selflessly let his mate go even though his heart is breaking in two?

The two find their way through the murky waters of mating to discover a bond unlike anything they have ever known as the crew fights to get away from the Elite Force that’s hot on their trail.

STORY EXCERPT

“You can’t go with me, Adwaka,” Blade said as he pulled a phaser out of the weapons storage unit and pushed it into the holster on the side of his heavily muscled thigh. He added a couple of knives as well, placing them in hidden sheaths on his dark black uniform.

Adwaka felt his stomach coil into knots as he watched Blade tuck the knives into various pockets. He didn’t like that Blade needed to be armed to the nines when going on a mission. It scared the crap out of him how easily Blade walked into danger. His mate wasn’t even batting an eye at the possibility that he may not return. He looked like a warrior standing next to Adwaka. Although this made him proud, it also made him want to beg for his mate to stay and let someone else go in his stead.

“I promise not to get in anyone’s way,” Adwaka pled as he wrung his hands in front of him. The thought of Blade leaving the Lady Blue nearly had him throwing up. “I’ll stay on the shuttle.”

Blade shook his head as he locked the weapons storage unit then looked down at him. Adwaka hated when Blade looked at him that way. He could see the frustration in Blade’s eyes. He had a deep need to please the coyote shifter and obey, but Adwaka was terrified of being left alone.

“You can spend time with Pax and Gigi while I’m away.”

Blade cupped the side of Adwaka’s face, his thumb playing over Adwaka’s cheek. Adwaka leaned into the touch. He needed Blade to stay with him and not go off on some mission on Beta Five, but Adwaka knew the shifter was going to leave him regardless of what he said.

Adwaka didn’t like Blade leaving his side any more than he liked leaving Blade’s. The coyote shifter was the first person he had seen when he opened his eyes in this new place, and he immediately clung to him. They hadn’t stayed glued at the hip, but Adwaka felt the separation deep in his soul every time Blade left him. He was terrified he’d never see Blade again.

Adwaka knew his obsession with Blade was just that—an obsession. Being away from the man almost made him go into panic mode. Blade represented everything that was strong and safe to Adwaka, and he was afraid of losing him.

Adwaka also knew that the feelings that welled up inside of him for Blade were not returned. Blade tolerated him. There wasn’t a soul-deep need inside of Blade to hold him close and never let him go. Blade put up with him because there really wasn’t any other choice.

Adwaka had heard the whispered rumblings between the other crew members of the Lady Blue. He knew he was supposed to be Blade’s mate. He also knew that beyond keeping him safe, Blade had never made a single move toward him. There wasn’t any of the cuddling and closeness he’d seen between the other mated couples on the ship. Blade kept him safe and made sure his basic needs were seen to—and that was it.

The one and only time Adwaka had tried to take things further—a kiss, a simple kiss—Blade had pushed him away and told him no. There had been no explanation for his gesture, but Adwaka wasn’t stupid despite what anyone else might think. Blade didn’t want him like that.

Adwaka was almost surprised that Blade didn’t drop him off on the nearest planet. He assumed it would happen eventually. No one wanted to care for someone long-term without getting something in return, and the only thing Adwaka had to give Blade, Blade didn’t want.

Adwaka sighed and stepped back when Blade started for the door. He trailed behind Blade, wishing with everything in him that he didn’t feel the need to follow the man around like some lost puppy looking for a home. He just couldn’t bring himself to find one that didn’t involve Blade.

“Blade, maybe I ca—”

“No, Adwaka.” Blade turned and reached for Adwaka, drawing him under his arm. “It’s safer for you if you stay here on Lady Blue. I won’t be gone long. I promise.”

“But—” Adwaka clenched his hands when Blade started shaking his head. He had promised himself he wouldn’t beg, but it was on the tip of his tongue to do just that.

“No, Adwaka.”

Adwaka shivered at the harshly spoken words. He pressed his lips together to keep from begging. He hated feeling needy, especially when it was obvious that Blade didn’t like it. He kept trying to make himself less clingy, but that went right out the window every time he saw the strong shifter. All Adwaka wanted to do was curl up in Blade’s arms and let the world fade away.

ADULT EXCERPT

Adwaka could feel his mate smiling against his skin. He moaned when Blade rolled him to his stomach, kissing the top of his spine and then leaving a wet trail down his spine as Blade kissed his way down Adwaka’s back.

Adwaka wiggled under his mate as Blade got closer to his mounds. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Blade inserted a finger into his ass. “Blade,” Adwaka murmured into the pillow.

His mate nipped both cheeks as he added another finger. “I’m punishing you for scaring me.”

Punishment? This was a punishment? Hell, Adwaka was going to run through the ship naked and hit every single damn emergency button if this was going to be his punishment. He stuck his ass out a little further, wanting to feel Blade fuck his ass with those large fingers. Gods, it felt so damn good.

Blade nipped him again.

“What was that for?”

“You’re not supposed to beg for more with your tight little ass.”

“Sorry,” Adwaka said as he jutted his ass higher. He smiled when Blade chuckled. The sound was pure liquid sex.

Adwaka grabbed the bedding when Blade straddled his hips. What in the hell was the crazy coyote doing? Adwaka jerked when he felt Blade’s fingers separate his cheeks, and the blunt head of his cock nudged at Adwaka’s hole.

He bit his bottom lip as Blade’s large cock split him wide open. Adwaka cried out in pleasure as Blade’s cock fully impaled his ass. Adwaka began to pant at the erotic feeling sizzling through his body, making his ass clench, trying his best to keep his mate exactly where he was.

“Ow!” Adwaka jumped when Blade smacked one lone ass cheek. “What was that for?” It didn’t really hurt as much as it stung.

“Your punishment, baby.”

Adwaka closed his eyes and smiled. Blade could use his body however he wanted if he kept making Adwaka feel this good. He bit his bottom lip when another hand landed on the opposite cheek, the sting vibrating throughout his lower half.

“I think you like this,” Blade growled.

“Nu-uh.” Adwaka shook his head as he tried his best to hike his ass higher.

“Yes, you do.” Another hand landed on his bottom. Blade skated his hands up Adwaka’s skin, his fingers tracing every ridge on Adwaka’s back, circling around his shoulder blades and then around his shoulders. Adwaka’s body shuddered at his mate’s touch. His ass clenched a few times with the fullness as Blade’s fingers teased the shell of his ears.

Adwaka could feel Blade’s heart beating with his, beating for him as his nails lightly scraped over Adwaka’s jaw. Adwaka began to pant, never having had someone love him so thoroughly, so gently. Blade leaned forward, his breath tickling the nape of Adwaka’s neck, sending shivers through his blood.

“I love you.” Blade laid a soft kiss on Adwaka’s nape before leaning back. Blade’s fingers ghosted up Adwaka’s arms and then he entwined his large fingers with Adwaka’s smaller ones. Adwaka was blanketed with Blade’s strength as his mate began to move his hips.

“I love you, too, Blade,” Adwaka cried as Blade rocked his hips in a lazy manner. Adwaka could see the punishment now. Blade was going to go so slow that Adwaka was going to lose his mind. Yeah, this was so torturous that Adwaka wasn’t going to fracture another law, ever….right.

Adwaka could feel himself getting lost in Blade as his mate tightened his fingers, thrusting a little harder as he nipped at Adwaka’s flesh. There was no way in hell Adwaka was going to survive this. It felt too good, too surreal.

Adwaka kicked his ankles out, twisting them around Blade’s as he pushed back, meeting Blade’s cock with his ass. Blade was his home, and Adwaka planned on building a fire and curling up inside of his mate.

“My Adwaka, my mate, my ...life.” Blade nipped his skin as he spoke.

Adwaka gasped when his cock began to rub against the bed, giving him the friction he needed and craved. He could feel the large wet spot beneath him and moved faster, trying to reach his release.

Blade bit a little harder. “Slow down.”

Adwaka gulped in air as he nodded, feeling Blade’s cock gliding in and out between his mounds. He shivered, goose bumps speckling his skin as he lifted his head, his lips parting as Blade lapped at Adwaka’s flesh.

“Bite me,” Adwaka begged.

Blade nipped a little harder but didn’t break the skin. Adwaka tilted his head to the side, exposing his shoulder to his mate. Blade growled low as he lapped at Adwaka’s tender skin. His canines scraped from Adwaka’s ear to his shoulder.

Adwaka whimpered. Blade pulled his cock back and then rammed forward as he bit into Adwaka’s giving flesh.

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Why My Intern Is Starting To Reply To My Emails…by Joyee Flynn

2011-09-22T11:45:00.000-07:00

Why My Intern Is Starting To Reply To My Emails…

***Please don’t read this if you offend easily, aren’t a fan of sarcasm, or already think I’m a bitch. This is all meant in good fun and I’m writing this at 1am because I can’t sleep.***

1- I’m an author… I’m supposed to be a little “off” and some people don’t get that.
2- No matter how sane someone is or how normal the question by the 50th time you answer you start wanting to mess with people. i.e. “Are you there?” “Nope!” And I never said I was even sane…
3- I’m born and bred Chicago-ian. I don’t beat around the bush, am blunt, and most people think I’m a bitch.
4- Sarcasm flows in my blood. I don’t just tip the scales… I push it over the cliff, giggling and wave as it plummets.
5- Dane Cook and I have a lot in common, one of which is we’re both Catholic and have wanted to screw with the priest during communion by grabbing the bowl and running away with it. (Yeah, I really almost did once.)
6- If I was fit to be around the general public I wouldn’t work by myself, from home, up in my cave… I mean office.
7- I spend most of my time in fantasy land, coming back out into the real world can be a shock to my system.
8- No matter when I go to reply to messages the first one is always one that just chaps my ass and I swear it affects my answers to the rest.

That being said… here are some of my normal, reasonable questions (and some not) I get in emails and my very smart ass replies that I want to give sometimes.

Have you thought about writing any of the other Marius Brothers stories?
Nope, thought I’d leave the last three hanging and laugh at them or maybe just kill them off.

When is (insert book I’ve not even started writing yet) coming out?
Sometime after I write it & submit it.
Reply I’ve actually gotten several times: Why haven’t you written it yet?
I’m busy working on other projects.
When are you going to get to it?
Hell if I know? I’m still wondering what I’m going to eat for lunch.
Why don’t you work on it now?
That’s about when I stop replying…

Is (insert series) ongoing?
Yes. It’s on my website that all series other than Hounds of Hell is ongoing. Other questions can be answered at www.joyeeflynn.com
Oh, I don’t have time look that up, it’s easier if you just answer my questions.
Easier for who?! The whole reason I set up the very time consuming webpage is so people can see what’s going on and don’t have to wait for my reply. Every time I get emails like this I get unmotivated to even work on it, which is why it’s so far behind. And honestly I set it up also so I can keep writing and not spend hours replying to emails. If you can’t take the time to click on the link and read what’s there, why should I take the time replying? Plus, it would just be quicker to click the link…

I’m interested in reading your books. Send me the blurbs to all of them and your excerpts.
Seriously? Not even a please or thank you? Do I look like McDonald’s drive thru? I didn’t see “order here” on my forehead this morning…. And I washed my face. I currently have 39 books out… that would be one long ass email with all the blurbs and excerpts… and they’re all on my website.

Are you going to write (some minor female character)’s book?
I have 39 books out, 48 written currently… M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M, and M/M/M/M/M/M… there’s a theme there, I swear there is.

How could you end (insert title) that way? Are you nuts?
Yep, and I take evil pills every morning just to make sure I’m well rounded

How much did you make on your last book?
F*&* @#()*&*& @#&(*&@(* #@*)()&$ none of your business.

Why are all your books the same and so predictable?
Why the F do you keep reading them then if they all suck? If they’re all the same why do I bother changing the names…

Are there going to be anymore (one of my series)?
Nope, I killed off the rest of the characters even though I have on my website that the series is ongoing and I left the ending of the last one open ended.
*yeah, I get that one a lot, at least 3x a day, and I start to get creative. It’s a normal question but again, I’m not fit to be around people*

Why the fascination with male pregnancy? It’s obviously impossible and takes away from the story.
I have one series with male preggos and two characters in other series… and no kidding it’s impossible, but I write FICTION. If it takes away from the story then how can you read the ones without it, you know, with the vampires, werewolves… all that REAL stuff.

Why do you keep writing ménages? They’re unrealistic and I hate them.
Right, let me cater just to you. That’s logical to expect.

I don’t think I set up my Kindle right. Can you tell me what I’m doing wrong and set it up?
Do I look like Amazon? I can’t see what you did. How do I know what you did wrong? Read the instructions! I don’t email Brad Pitt when my Blue Ray player is confusing me….

And last but not least, but my favorite I get asked in my personal life ALL the time….

You’re an author! Have I ever read anything you’ve written?
How the HELL would I know what you’ve read? I’m an author, not a telepath!

If I pissed anyone off and they want to email me complaining… please don’t. This was my way of sharing some fun sarcasm. It was this or bang my head against the wall. =0)

Joyee Flynn

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Cheetah in Charge by Joyee Flynn

2011-08-29T21:08:00.001-07:00

CHEETAH IN CHARGE

Purrfect Mates 6

By Joyee Flynn

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[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Paranormal Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, vampires]

Cass Cowell struggles with his past, which he desperately wants to keep from his family. Even though they destroyed some of the Hunters, Cass remains empty of feeling and full of nightmares. The only remedies for these afflictions are his two mates—if he can let them in.

Logan is a vampire thrown into a dilemma when he encounters Cass. He is thrilled to finally meet his mate, but that means he has to end a relationship with the man he has been dating for hundreds of years.

Merrick Roman is the brother of the man that killed himself. He desperately wants everything to work with his new mate despite the horrible damage that was done to Cass prior to their meeting.

Will Cass, Logan, and Merrick be able to overcome their problems and become true mates even with the danger of a new evil?

STORY EXCERPT

“No more, Cass,” Raz snarled and grabbed my arm. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’m fine,” I slurred and tried to pull away.

“Settle your tab, and let’s go,” Rash said firmly, and he gave the pretty bartender the signal that I wasn’t having any more drinks.

“I’m the oldest,” I replied angrily, falling back onto the stool when I tried to stand up too quickly.

“Then act like it,” Ragu said coldly as he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me so our noses were touching. “Someday we will learn what happened to you, Cass.”

“Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?” Their faces paled, and I ignored them as I signed the credit card slip the bartender was holding for me. I added a fat tip and thanked her. My litter-mates stood there frozen as I stormed out. Well, I would have if my body was working right then. Instead, I was stumbling all over the place and trying to keep upright.

“You want to leave?” Rash asked as they caught up to me outside the club. He lifted my arm over his shoulder and helped me walk. “What happened, Cass? Why won’t you tell us? You hide it all so well that the younger litter has no clue that you even went through anything. It was never our place to tell what we were feeling from you when we all shifted, but if you don’t stop this shit, that will change.”

“And that’s the way it stays,” I growled and went to one of the waiting cabs. I opened the door but didn’t get in. “And yes, I want to leave. I’m tired of always being responsible for everyone else. I should not be in charge of anyone or have their lives in my hands.”

I wanted to say, “So I can’t fail them like I did Rolf.” But then they really would pester me to know.

“We’re adults, Cass,” Ragu growled and spun me around to face them. “You take charge, and we let you, but we’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves.”

“So be it,” I said with a nod and pulled my arm away. “Then I’m going home to pack.”

“Cass, no!” Raz gasped as tears filled his eyes. I shook my head and crawled into the cab, closing the door on their faces.

“The Bellagio, please,” I said and slumped down in the seat. The driver had heard all of that but wisely didn’t say a word. Good man.

I stared out the window at the lights and glamour of Vegas and wished I was alone on a deserted island. At least that way I could choke on my memories and pain without hurting my family. But then again, if they ever found out what had happened with Rolf, they wouldn’t love me anyways and wouldn’t care.

I made it about halfway to the elevators I needed to ride to our rooms when lo and behold there was more family of mine in my face.

“Cass, are you drunk?” Sari asked, his jaw just about hitting the ground. “Where have you guys all been tonight?”

I glanced over at Cam, the youngest of our litter, and blind, as he looked down at his shoes. Yeah, since he couldn’t see, I was pretty sure he was just hiding his reaction to the conversation. He knew where Ragu, Raz, and Rash had been but hadn’t said anything. What was there to say? They didn’t know anything about my life really, or my pain, just that something had happened.

“Yeah, what of it?” I snarled, sounding more cat than man. “I’m going to pack.”

“Okay, but we’re here a few more days,” Curtis said slowly. They were all standing around one private craps table. And of course, it was all of them. “So there’s no reason to pack.”

“I’m leaving,” I replied and went to stumble away. “I’m leaving. I’m packing up my shit from Curtis’s, and leaving.”

“We weren’t done talking to you,” Raz called out as they raced over to me. Great, just fucking great. “This ends tonight, Cassiel Cowell, or so help me god—”

“Or what?” I shouted in his face and shoved him hard. If I’d been sober, he would have gone flying, but instead I almost landed on my ass. “What are you going to do, Raz? Tie me down so I can’t ever leave? I want some fucking peace for once, and I’m leaving.”

“Why would you want to leave us?” Shem asked quietly as he moved closer to me. My other brother was blind, too, but since I was yelling like a madman, it wasn’t hard to figure out where I was. The problem was Shem, more than any of my siblings, pulled at my heart strings. I loved them all, but Shem was so sensitive and helpless at times that I’d do anything for him.

“I just have to, Shem,” I whispered and backed away. “I can’t keep doing this anymore. My litter won’t leave me alone, you and your litter have no clue who I really am, and I never get any peace.”

“Because you never sleep?” he asked so only I would hear. “Why do you never sleep, Cass?”

“You knew?” I gasped. “What else do you know?” I shook my head and took another step away. “It doesn’t matter what you know. I’m leaving.”

“Why won’t you tell us, Cass?” Ragu begged and grabbed my arm. “It can’t be as bad as you think it is, brother. Just tell us and let us share your pain and help you.”

“You-know-nothing,” I ground out in between clenched teeth. He dropped my arm as if I burned him. They all stood there with their mouths open in shock, so I took the advantage and booked it. The confrontation had been enough for me to sober up some.

ADULT EXCERPT

“And that time will come, but you’ve got some claiming to do.” I watched Merrick as he leaned over the bed seductively and presented his ass to me. “I think we were about here, right?”

“Yes,” I hissed and practically pounced on him. I pulled back the cheeks of his ass as I shifted, ready for the pleasure instead of the hurt serious talking could bring. Lining up my cock, I pushed over half of myself inside of him. I wasn’t a small guy when in human form, but in my half-and-half form I was even bigger, so I had a good nine inches to give my mate.

“Claim me, Cass. Make me yours,” Merrick cried out. I felt a thrill go through my body at the idea. Mine. Someone that was all mine. Well, mine and Logan’s, but the sentiment was the same. I thrust hard, my control gone, and bottomed out inside of him.

“So hot,” Logan moaned. I glanced at him and realized he had moved. He was now sitting on the green, plush comforter with his legs spread wide as he stroked his cock. I was wondering why he wasn’t joining in when he answered my question before I’d even asked it. “I like to watch. I really like to watch before I get in the mix.”

“Voyeur.” Merrick snickered.

“If you can talk, then I’m not doing my job right,” I said as I pulled out of him slowly. I thrust back into him so hard I knew he’d have a bruise on his ass tomorrow. But he didn’t seem to care, because he went wild under me.
“Oh yeah, Cass. Pound into his sweet ass,” Logan groaned. Him watching while pleasing himself moved up the erotic nature of our joining to another level. My hips started snapping harder than I ever thought possible. I was grunting, Merrick was grunting and then some, and I swear Logan was whimpering. If there was no other pleasure or stimulus, I was ready to blow just from the sounds Merrick was making under me.

“Gonna come,” I panted as I leaned over Merrick’s back. “Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed and tilted his head to the side. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. Seeing his sleek neck stretched out for me, with its corded muscles straining and his jaw ticking as I plowed into him, undid me. I licked once over the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder and sank my canines into him. “Oh, sweet mercy!”

I grunted as he came, his ass clamping down on me. I drank him down, feeling our mating bond snap into place before lifting my head and roaring out my release. I pumped my seed deep into my mate as my hands convulsed on his hips from the intensity of my orgasm. His tight hold massaged my dick perfectly, milking everything I had to give him.

He collapsed onto the bed, and I didn’t have any strength left to keep myself up, landing on top of him. Merrick groaned and squirmed as I gently licked my bite to close the wound.

“Fuck,” Logan gasped, and we both turned our heads to watch as he came, pumping his cock faster than any human could ever move their hand. He shot all over his chest and even hit his chin.

“I think he really likes to watch.” Merrick chuckled, and I felt the vibrations throughout my body.

“Oh god, don’t do that,” I moaned as his muscles tightened around me. My whole body spasmed at the attention to my sensitive dick. Logan crawled over when he was spent and kissed Merrick gently.

“Was it as good as it looked?” he asked as he gasped for breath.

“Probably better,” Merrick moaned as I rolled off of him. I felt pride that I’d sent my mate into such bliss, and it turned me on to see him lying there completely spent and debauched. I turned to Logan with a feral grin on my lips.

“Your turn,” I purred as I crawled over to him.

“Give me a minute,” Logan panted, but I wasn’t having any of it. He lay flat on his stomach, and I climbed behind him, straddling his thighs as I rubbed my claws gently over his ass. “Or not.”

“I vote for not.” I pulled one cheek of his ass to the side and rubbed my now painfully hard cock against his hole.

He’d been stretched out earlier before we started talking, but I didn’t worry about him not being slick enough since my dick was covered in my own cum from being inside Merrick. Logan went to push himself up, and I firmly kept him in place as I pressed the head of my dick past his tight ring.

“Shit,” he hissed in pleasure as he tried to push back and take more of me into him. “I’ve never done it at this angle.”

“Makes you so nice and tight,” I purred as I slid in farther, working my cock into him as slowly as I could without dying of need.

“I might end up becoming a voyeur, too,” Merrick whispered as he watched where our bodies joined. “I can see how it’s appealing.”

“See, and I just felt left out when you guys were kissing and stretching each other.” I froze and felt Logan go stiff under me at the confession. I panicked and thrust hard into him to distract them from what I said. I so didn’t want to talk about that right now.

“I don’t like to bottom, but I think I change my mind on that,” Logan whimpered as I held still and gave him time to adjust to the penetration. “Or maybe it’s who I was doing it with.”

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White Paws and a Dream

2011-08-07T23:29:00.000-07:00

White Paws and a Dream

Midnight Matings

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The Gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.

When Ifan Vashnikov is summoned to the Great Gathering and learns of the plan set up by UPAC, he decides he'd rather go feral than be forced to take a mate. Before he can voice his decision to the elders, he finds himself mated.

But his mating is not the usual mating. For one, he didn't drink the spiked champagne like everyone else, so he isn't in heat. Two, his mate is being protected for his own safety. Misha is a dreamwalker, the most powerful dreamwalker in over a thousand years. Because of that, he is being hunted. People want to use his powers for evil.

Misha just wants to settle down somewhere quiet with his dream mate. When he's rescued and taken to the UPAC headquarters, he finally meets the man he has been sharing dreams with for over a year—the man he fell in love with—but Ifan doesn't seem to know him. When danger comes, Misha doesn't know whether to turn to Ifan or run for his life.

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Mr. Right by GA Hauser

2011-08-01T13:01:00.000-07:00

Mr. Right
By: G.A. Hauser Other books by G.A. Hauser
Published By: The GA Hauser Collection LLC
ISBN # 9781461020189

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.prc), Mobipocket (.mobi), Epub

Twenty-five year old Shawn Valley loved the internet chat sites and hooking up with older men. When he met Glenn Avon, a man thirty years his senior, he thought his life had changed for the better and it was time to settle down. What Shawn didn't expect was for Glenn to die after only living with him for three years. On the heels of his partner's death, Shawn begins to slide back into his old habits until he is persuaded to seek counseling.
Elliot Downey worked in Vacaville, California as a therapist. When a woman leaves him a message, asking him to call Shawn Valley to make an appointment, Elliot never expected to become enamored with a patient. It was taboo, it was against the rules, and it was inevitable.
The first few moments Shawn and Elliot were face to face, Elliot knew he was in trouble, and Shawn wondered if he could rebound into a wonderful new man.
Once before Elliot had loved someone and ruined his career. Was history going to repeat itself?
How much is a man willing to risk when he thinks Mr. Right has walked right to the door? It's Shawn's job to convince Elliot, they were meant for each other.

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Finished & Submitted - The Lady Blue Crew

2011-06-24T14:11:00.000-07:00

Have I got a surprise for you all... kept it secret until the first 2 books were done and submitted but here it is...

Co-authored with Lynn Hagen...

The Lady Blue Crew

End of the Line

Lady Blue Crew 1

Giovanni Gallardo is on the run. With only a knapsack in his hands, he boards a ship to get as far away from earth as he possibly can. When he arrives at End of the Line, things go south fast.

Remy Vystal is the commander of the Lady Blue. Kicked out of the Elite Force for something they didn't do, Remy and his crew travel the galaxy taking on missions to survive.

When a stowaway is discovered onboard, the fun has only just begun. Remy has found his mate in the little human, but Gigi is more than the crew is used to handling.

When they discover Gigi's secret, the crew must fight to keep Gigi alive. Keeping Gigi safe from the replicator that's possessed may be easier than keeping him safe from the one man who has called a bounty on all of their heads.

Pax's Blues

Lady Blue Crew 2

Paxton chambers lived from hand to mouth, doing things he despised to survive. When one of the crew members of the Lady Blue asks him to help out, Pax is quick to lend a hand.

Colt Walking Cloud is a member of the Lady Blue crew. He's fast, quick, and quiet, a deadly weapon with a sniper rifle. When he discovers that the little blue man is his mate, Colt goes on the hunt.

Pax can never understand what anyone is saying. He thinks his intelligence is under par. Colt takes him under his wing and shows him a life Pax never dreamed of having.

When Lady Blue is infested with slug-like worms with a lethal mucus, it's up to the crew to irradiate them. The only thing stopping them is the fact the Pax has taken a liking to them and will do whatever he can to save them, even launch the escape pod.

For more on the crew, to read excerpts, see the solar system they fly through, or look at the Lady Blue spaceship... visit my site at http://www.stormyglenn.com/ladybluecrewseries.htm

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Silver Publishing Thanksgiving Project

2011-06-23T20:16:00.000-07:00

Thanksgiving Project

We need you to help us select a needy family this season.

Thanksgiving is a time for family gatherings and holiday meals - for sharing and spreading happiness. A time to be thankful for the people, experiences, and gifts we receive in our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people who have a tougher situation than we do. Regardless of the hardship in their lives, whether it's a family crisis, lost job or other unforeseen circumstances, they are unable to truly celebrate the holidays because of their financial situation.

In hopes of helping these families share in the holidays, last year, Silver Publishing donated two $500 Gift Certificates to grocery stores local to two needy winners. The recipients were nominated by family, friends and coworkers who witnessed, first-hand, the hardship these families experiences day-to-day. They nominated each family via a forum post. It was heartbreaking to pick only two families, but we chose and they were able to join others in the holiday experience.

We want to expand that further this year and try to help more families during these difficult times so we’ve joined forces with other publishers, review sites, authors, and others in order to spread the holiday message and allow others to truly enjoy the season which would otherwise be too difficult to do on their own.

This year, Silver Publishing is going to repeat the project and offer another $1000 in gifts to needy families. Additionally, we are going to add a percentage of royalties earned during a special sales week to be announced. Others joining in the sponsorship will contribute other gifts of their choosing – whether it’s food, money, gift cards, or another gift, we are getting together in a joint effort to help more families during this special time.

If you’d like to help us, please nominate a family you feel needs a little help this Thanksgiving. Let us know ‘why’ you feel they should get a sponsorship. And don’t forget to let us know how to contact YOU, the nominator. This way, if the family mentioned is selected, the sponsor can contact you for more info on how best to send them their holiday gift.

We are accepting nominations July 1, 2011- October 31, 2011.

To nominate a family, please complete the form at the bottom of this page.

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Thank you,

Stormy Glenn & Silver Publishing

Redz World: Honor Bound Viking Lore 1

2011-06-13T17:46:00.000-07:00

Redz World: Honor Bound Viking Lore 1

Book of the Week Nominee - Redemption

2011-06-10T13:44:00.001-07:00

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, as well as getting a custom made video from Goddess Fish Promotions to publicize their review and the win!

My story "Redemption" was reviewed this week and is up for Book of the Week honor this weekend

(voting runs from Saturday, June 11th through Sunday June 12th).
You can find the information here on Saturday:

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Fatefully Yours isn't just a series… it's a passion!

2011-06-09T15:35:00.000-07:00

Sweet hell, I love men. And the more the better, right? There is just something about reaching deep inside and finding that sweet, mushy center of a strong, tough, alpha male.

I honestly have no clue where the idea came from for the Fatefully Yours series. I wasn’t doing anything in particular, probably just sitting around daydreaming, when a voice started talking inside my head about tests, battles, wars, and the fight between good and evil.

From there, the idea completely ran away from me as it usually does. Seven badass demons who’d risked everything to escape Tartarus. One small and broken man who’s just looking for his place and a little slice of happiness.

Introduce the villain. Secondary characters join the ranks to swell the army that will battle against angry, bloodthirsty gods and all types of fantastical and monstrous creatures. And I ran with it from there.

I don’t know many hours I spent pouring over information to find just the right creatures for each book. I researched dozens of different mythological beasts from several different cultures. Roman and Greek mythology, Japanese folklore, and some I simply created from the spark of a thought.

Then I had to build my world, finding just the right location for this tale and keeping as close to the facts as possible. Luckily, my little fantasy world gives me some leeway on certain things. It was a lot of effort, but in the end, I think it all paid off to make the story the most it can be.

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Release Dates:
Dark Devotion (Fatefully Yours 1) - June 13th
Upon Crimson Waters (Fatefully Yours 2) - June 20th
Firestorm (Fatefully Yours 3) - June 27th
Hell's Tempest (Fatefully Yours 4) - July 4th
Shades of Black (Fatefully Yours 5) - TBA
Hypnotic Healing (Fatefully Yours 6) - TBA
The Hunger (Fatefully Yours 7) - TBA
Behind Closed Doors (Fatefully Yours 8) - TBA
Reckoning (Fatefully Yours 9) - TBA

Dark Devotion (LoveXtreme) Fatefully Yours 1

http://www.bookstrand.com/dark-devotion

AVAILABLE: Monday, June 13th

[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M, demons]

Hex and his six demon warriors escaped the depths of Tartarus under Hades's watchful eye to live among the mortals in the Top World. The Oracle has prophesized an epic battle to come—a war between good and evil that will test the warriors as never before.

When Echo arrives on their doorstep, cold, naked, and hungry, they immediately realize he is their mate, and the prophesized “heart” that beats between them. Echo may be the ultimate weapon in the war, but he’s also a spitfire, and he instantly turns their world upside down.

If fighting an angry god weren’t enough, the warriors learn Echo has escaped from a secret lab hidden away in the mountains, and it isn’t long before trouble comes looking for them. Can the demons keep their new mate safe when it seems the entire world—and the Underworld—is against them?

Upon Crimson Waters (LoveXtreme) Fatefully Yours 2

http://www.bookstrand.com/upon-crimson-waters

AVAILABLE: Monday, June 20th

[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M, gods, demons, sex toys]

The test has come, and Eyce finds himself unprepared to deal with the churning crimson waters of the lakes and ponds. The Oracle warns that he must surrender in order to be victorious—a concept foreign to the big warrior. Surrender is not an option.

Echo still doesn’t understand his role in this war, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to help Eyce complete his task. First, he must find a way inside the demon’s heart and force him to accept the love he offers so freely.

While Echo and Eyce work to clear the lakes, the threat from the lab still hangs heavy in the air. More are coming. They will never stop coming. Though their troubles seem never ending, Echo knows they can face down their enemies if they stand together. Now, if he can only make Eyce see this before it’s too late.

Gabrielle can be found in the following places online…
http://www.gabrielleevans.com/
www.facebook.com/gabrielleevans.author
http://www.gabrielleevansromance.blogspot.com/
http://twitter.com/#!/gevans983 or @gevans983

SHAKE, RATTLE, & ROLL

2011-06-06T09:31:00.000-07:00

SHAKE, RATTLE, and ROLL

Coming August 18th

Mickey is a male prostitute. He needed some way to survive on the streets. But after a few years in the business, he was growing tired of sleeping with nameless strangers. After getting smacked around by someone he thought cared about him, Mickey decides to quit the business, take his nest egg, and leave town. He just doesn't expect the huge earthquake that hits the city.

When his neighbor and adopted grandmother, Ms. Dixie, is stuck in the rubble of what used to be their apartment building, Mickey knows he needs help to rescue her. He flags down a group of bikers trying to get out of the city before the aftermath chaos hits. Mickey tries to make a deal with the lead biker to save Ms. Dixie. He's disappointed when Vinnie agrees to take the deal out in trade rather than cold hard cash, but he agrees. He'd do anything to save Ms. Dixie, even let the sexiest biker he has ever seen have him.

Erotic, Contemporary, M/M, Romance

http://www.stormyglenn.com/shakerattle&roll.htm

WHITE PAWS & A DREAM

2011-06-06T09:29:00.000-07:00

WHITE PAWS & A DREAM

Coming August 8th

When Ifan Vashnikov is summoned to the Great Gathering and learns of the plan set up by UPAC, he decides he'd rather go feral than be forced to take a mate. Before he can voice his decision to the elders, he finds himself mated. But his mating is not the usual mating. For one, he didn't drink the spiked champagne like everyone else so he isn't in heat. And two, his mate was being cared for and protected for his own safety.

Misha is a dreamwalker, the most powerful dreamwalker in over a thousand years. Because of that, he was being hunted. People wanted to use his powers for evil. Misha just wants to settle down somewhere quiet with his dream mate. When he's rescued and taken to the UPAC headquarters, he finally meets the man he has been sharing dreams with for over a year, the man he fell in love with—except Ifan doesn't seem to know him. When danger comes, Misha doesn't know whether to turn to Ifan or run for his life.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/whitepaws&adream.htm

FANG & FUR

2011-06-06T09:26:00.000-07:00

FANG & FUR

Midnight Matings 6

Coming June 23rd

The gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.

Sterling Roane has a job to perform. He is the personal bodyguard of a vampire coven leader. When the council of elders decrees that everyone needs to find a mate, Sterling isn't interested, but he can't deny the mating heat sweeping through his body.

Still, he has a mission to complete and a coven leader to protect. When a wolf shifter interferers with that duty, the fight is on. Before Sterling knows it, he's accidentally mated to the Alpha of the Pacific Northwest Region. It's just too bad that his new mate swears he isn't gay. It gets even worse when Sterling finds out that Beau is engaged to be married.

Heartbroken, Sterling drops Beau off in the middle of nowhere and flees back to New York only to find out that the hell that is waiting for him is worse than what he left in a Wyoming airport. Someone is trying to claim him, and it's not his mate.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/fangandfur.htm

HONOR BOUND

2011-06-06T09:21:00.001-07:00

HONOR BOUND
Viking Lore 1

Coming June 13th from Siren Publishing

Available for pre-order http://www.bookstrand.com/honor-bound

Jarl Radulfr is a warrior, the chieftain of his people. It is his duty to protect and fight for them. But duty comes at a price. Radulfr has no one to call his own. When his clan is attacked, he accepts a bride in a peace-pledge to avoid war with a neighboring clan. He doesn't know until he arrives that the bride he has come to claim is a man.

His betrothed is not what he expected, but Radulfr has sworn upon his honor to accept the peace-pledge. It doesn't hurt that Ein is pretty damn cute. Radulfr decides to accept things as they are and begins to take Ein home. But there are those that don't want them to reach home—gods, mercenaries, and the man who started the war in the first place. Radulfr and Ein will have to use all of their wits, and the growing bond between them, to keep themselves alive because gifts from the gods come at a price.

Erotic Alternative Historical Fantasy Romance, gods, shape-shifters

STORY EXCERPT

Radulfr knocked impatiently on the wooden door inside the byre. He didn't know what to think when he had asked for Ein and been directed to a building that housed the farm animals. He could think of no reason his bride would be inside of a byre.
"Come in."
Radulfr frowned as he opened the door and stepped inside. The voice he heard sounded suspiciously like a man's voice. If that was so, Radulfr wanted to know why a man was inside a closed room with his betrothed.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the small figure sitting on a raised platform sitting across the room from him. He was mesmerized by slightly paled skin hidden under streams of sunlight blond hair. It took all of his finely honed control to look away from the alluring form and around the rest of the room.
"I am looking for Ein," he said when he didn't see anyone else in the small room.
"I'm Ein."
Radulfr's eyes snapped back to the person sitting on the platform. He peered closer and knew he was definitely looking at a man but he couldn't dismiss the stirring he felt in his groin at the vision before him. He just didn't understand it.
"You are Ein?" The man nodded, swallowing so hard that Radulfr could hear it from his position by the door. "Son of Jarl Dagr?"
"Jarl Dagr is not my faðir but I am who you are looking for."
"I'm looking for a woman," Radulfr snapped.
"I'm sorry you were deceived but as you can see…" Ein stood up and held his hands out to his sides… "I am not a woman and Jarl Dagr knows it well."
"By Thor's hammer," Radulfr whispered, "I've been bonded to a man."
Radulfr couldn't begin to describe the rage that instantly flooded him but he could see it mirrored in Ein's fear as the man stepped back from him, eyeing him warily.
"I'm sorry you were deceived," Ein said again. "I'm sure under the circumstances that you can bring suit against Jarl Dagr before the lawspeakers and have the hansal nullified."
Radulfr's eyes narrowed as he heard Ein's words. "We rode through the night to reach this hov. No one could have gotten here before us. How did you even know about the hansal?"
If anything, Ein's face paled even more as he shrugged. "I just do."
"That answer is not good enough, Ein." Radulfr crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from reaching for the man and giving him a good shake. "Was this whole thing set up by Dagr and Fafnir? Were you involved?"
"No, please, you have to believe me. Fafnir and I may have had the same mother but I've never even met the man. I only know of Jarl Dagr because he pays a foster fee to the hov to house me. He doesn't want me returning to his land and bringing his shame to light before his clan. I swear I had nothing to do with any of this."
"Then tell me how you know we were betrothed."
"Someone stopped by and told me to expect you."
"Who?"
"Just some old man."
"And you believed him?" Radulfr snorted.
"You're here, aren’t you?"
Radulfr gritted his teeth at Ein's sarcastic answer. He needed to maintain control of his emotions, especially his anger. Losing control could be dangerous for everyone, including Radulfr.
"Who was this old man?"
Ein pressed his lips together and shrugged. Radulfr narrowed his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't going to get any answers out of Ein. He just hoped the man didn't continue to fight him when they reached home or things would go very badly for both of them. Radulfr didn't like being thwarted.
Radulfr stepped back and leaned again the wall, taking a deep breath as he suddenly realized he had already decided to take Ein home with him. He just didn't know if that decision came from his own sense of honor or the way the man looked.
He had to admit, as men went, Ein was by far one of the most attractive Radulfr had ever seen. His skin had a porcelain quality but seemed to almost shine in the soft light from the moon shining through the window.
Ein wasn't a big man, certainly not as big as Radulfr was. He'd never make a warrior. Radulfr couldn't say he was disappointed in the fact. He didn't like the idea of his betrothed being in battle. He'd much prefer to come home and have someone welcome him back.
The smoky silver eyes that kept peering over at him between strands of long white blond hair intrigued Radulfr more than anything. Ein's eyes were very expressive. Radulfr thought he might be able to see his soul mirrored in those smoky depths.
"I know why I agreed to the peace-pledge," Radulfr finally said after several moments of silence. "Why did you? It is your right to deny the handsal."
"The old man pointed out to me that I have spent nearly all of my life here at the hov. I am unlikely to meet anyone here that is marriageable. If I don't, I will never be able to go out into the world and experience what it has to offer."
Radulfr wasn't sure how he felt about that statement beyond the fact that it made him want to growl. "And how do you feel about being betrothed to me?"
Ein's face flushed and he looked quickly down at the floor. "I'm okay with it. The old man assured me that you were an honorable man."
"I sure would like to meet this old man of yours."
Silver eyes flashed up at him. "Maybe you will some day."
He didn't know who this old man was that Ein kept talking about or how Ein knew him, but Radulfr had the distinct feeling he might be seeing him one day too. And he would have a lot of questions for the old man when he did.
"How do you feel about this betrothal?"
"I don't know. I never really thought about one before today."
"Fair enough but you do understand that this is for life, right? There are very few reasons for divorce in our world and none that would pertain to either of us unless you plan on sleeping around on me."
Ein's face flushed again. "No."
"And as I will not raise a hand against you then there should be no reason for us to bring any grievance before the assembly. If you agree to this handsal, and I will have your agreement before we consummate it, then we will not be separated except in death."

Cowboy Way - coming June 2nd

2011-05-31T04:23:00.001-07:00

COWBOY WAY

Blaecleah Brothers 3

Coming June 2nd.

Available for pre-order today!

Matthew McCallister knew coming out to his father, a very conservative minister, would be the end of life in his hometown. With his younger brother, Ruben, by his side, he flees their hometown only to be arrested for kidnapping and theft. But the sheriff of Cade Creek seems to believe in Matty's innocence and suggests that he and Ruben hide out at the Blaecleah ranch.

Matty is in no way prepared for the Blaecleah family, especially Quaid Blaecleah. The man is gorgeous and kind, a combination Matty isn't used to in men he's attracted to. When Quaid proposes marriage as a way to save him from his father, Matty is terrified to agree because he's been used in the past. He's just as afraid to say no. Quaid intrigues Matty in a way he's never experienced. When Matty's father arrives in town and starts making threats, can Matty trust Quaid to keep him safe, or will he be burned again?

http://www.stormyglenn.com/cowboyway.htm

STORY EXCERPT
Matty drew in a deep breath as the door closed behind Quaid then looked over at his brother. Ruben seemed partly confused and partly pissed off.

"What was that all about?" Ruben asked as he gestured toward the door Quaid had walked through moments before. "Does he think I'm going to hurt you?"

Matty smiled. "No, he's just protective."

"Of you?"

"Yes." Matty frowned. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Considering we just met the man last night, yeah, I'd say it is hard to believe."

"A lot has happened since then." That was an understatement of epic proportions. Ruben was going to flip his mind when he found out about Quaid's proposal, especially after their discussion about marriage yesterday.

Matty decided he needed to be dressed to have this conversation with his brother. He walked over and started digging through his bags, pulling out a clean pair of jeans and a white cotton shirt.

"Matty, what's going on?"

"Let me get dressed first and then we'll talk."

Matty made quick work of getting dressed, pulling on his jeans and shirt then searching for his boots. He didn't wear them often, usually when he was going out, but being on a working ranch, they seemed appropriate.

Once Matty was fully dressed and his bags stacked neatly against the wall, he turned to face his brother. Rube was sitting on the end of the bed, glaring. Matty blew out the air in his lungs.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then what in the hell are you doing moving into Quaid's room?" Ruben's hands clenched as he jumped to his feet. "If I remember correctly, we're trying to stay under the radar here, not shack up with some cowboy."

"I'm not shacking up with Quaid."

Ruben glanced at the bed behind him then to Matty's suitcases before looking at Matty. "It sure as hell looks that way to me."

"Quaid asked me to marry him."

"He—" Ruben's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?"

Matty nodded. "Oh yes, I'm very serious."

"Are going to say yes?"

"I wish I knew." Matty walked over and sat down next to his brother. "There's a part of me that wants to say yes. I mean, have you seen the guy? He's the poster boy for gay sex. Every time I see him all I want to do is lick him from head to toe."

"But?"

"Marriage?" Matty shook his head. "I just don't know about that. What do I even know about the guy?"

"You mean besides the fact that he's drop dead gorgeous?"

"Yeah, besides that," he said through clenched teeth. Matty almost growled. He didn't like the idea of anyone referring to Quaid as gorgeous, even if he was.

Ruben's eyebrows shot up. "Man, maybe you should consider it."

"Why?"

"Because if you get that upset over me saying Quaid is sexy, then you're already falling for the guy."

Matty looked down at his hands, twisting his fingers around each other. "But I'm scared that he's not falling for me."

"So, make it a long engagement, give him time to get to know you," Ruben said. "You can always call it off if it turns out he's just after a piece of ass."

Matty chuckled. "I told him I wouldn't have sex with him."

Ruben whistled. "I'll bet that went over well."

"Actually." Matty grinned. "He agreed with it."

"Seriously?"

Matty nodded then flushed when he remembered getting Quaid off in the shower. That had been hot, hotter than anything Matty ever remembered doing. His main complaint was that it hadn't lasted longer. He still wanted to lick Quaid from head to toe.

"What's that look for?" Ruben asked.

Matty felt his face burn even more. "We took a shower together this morning."

"Oh?" Ruben grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "And how was that?"

"You should see this guy, Ruben, he's—" Matty's eyes widened as he realized what he said. He quickly shook his head. No one needed to be looking at Quaid when he was naked. "No, you shouldn't."

Ruben burst out laughing, dropping back onto the mattress. "You're a riot."

Matty rolled his eyes. "Get your butt up. We're supposed to be heading downstairs for breakfast and then a ride around the ranch. Not lying around in bed all day."

"Can you believe how early these people get up?" Ruben asked as he climbed to his feet. "I'm not sure that’s natural."

"You've been up this early before."

"Not because I wanted to be."

Matty grimaced, knowing exactly what Ruben was talking about. The good reverend liked to wake them up early on Sundays and make them clean the church. He wanted it just right for his parishioners and he didn't feel he needed to pay anyone to clean it when he had two sons.

"Yeah, well, it looks like our early mornings have just begun so you'd better get used to it." Matty pushed Ruben ahead of him out the bedroom door then closed it quietly behind him. "If we're going to be staying here, we have to pull our own weight."

"Yeah, I draw the line at plucking feathers or milking cows."

Matty laughed and bumped his shoulder against Ruben's as they walked down the stairs side by side. "Like you'd know how to pluck a chicken in the first place. You'd probably run screaming from the chicken coop the first time one walked toward you."

"Hey man, have you seen the beaks on those things? They're deadly, I'm telling you, one peck and wham!" Ruban smacked his fist into his hand. "You have gangrene and they have to cut off your foot. It just goes downhill from there, one body part at a time."

Matty started flapping his arms and making chicken noises until Ruben's eyes got as round as saucers. Matty froze then swallowed hard. He dropped his arms back down to his side and turned to see who was watching. When he saw Mr. Blaecleah standing behind him, he had a strong wish that the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

"Oh hey, Mr. Blaecleah." Matty's face was so hot he could have boiled on egg on his forehead. "I was just telling Ruben he needed to learn how to pluck chickens."

Mr. Blaecleah stared for a moment then shook his head. "Sorry to ruin your fun, boys, but we don't actually have any live chickens here on the ranch. Ma buys her chickens at the butcher. But if it's that important to you I'm sure we can get some."

"No, no," Ruben said quickly. "That’s okay. I'm not a real big fan of live chickens anyway."

"Nasty creatures anyway," Mr. Blaecleah said as he started turning away. "They can cause gangrene, you know."

"See?" Ruben whispered loudly. "I told you."

Matty could see Mr. Blaecleah's shoulders shaking and knew the man was silently laughing. It was clear to Matty that the man had heard their entire conversation. Matty could only hope that he kept it to himself. He didn't want to seem like a complete idiot, even if he was giving it his best shot.

ADULT EXCERPT

"How long are you going to watch me sleep?" Matty suddenly mumbled.

"Until you wake up and open those beautiful copper eyes." Quaid grinned and laid his head down on the pillow next to Matty, just inches from his face.

Matty's left eye popped open followed slowly by his right. He lifted his head and blinked at the bright light shining through the windows. "What time is it?"

"A little after five."

Matty's eyes widened. "In the morning?"

"Yes." Quaid chuckled.

"Why would anyone be awake this early in the morning?"

"We're awake because this is a working ranch and we need to get up and work it." Quaid leaned in a grabbed a quick kiss from Matty before the man was awake enough to deny him, then swatted him lightly on the butt.

Matty groaned and buried his face in the pillow. Quaid chuckled and rolled to the side of the bed. "Come on, angel, breakfast should be waiting for us downstairs. We have just enough time to grab a quick shower."

"Don't wanna get up," Matty mumbled.

"Not a choice, angel." Quaid turned and reached back for Matty, lifting the man into his arms. Matty yelped, his arms flailing for a moment until they reached desperately for Quaid, wrapping around his neck.

"Warn a guy when you're going to do that."

"Fair warning, angel," Quaid said as he carried Matty into the bathroom. "I like holding you in my arms. I'm going to do it as often as I can."

Quaid set Matty down on his feet then leaned into to turn on the shower. Matt's eyes were huge when he turned back and started sliding his pajama bottoms down his legs. Quaid kicked them away then looked at Matty.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Matty eyes dropped down and Quaid knew he was looking at the hard cock that jutted out from his body. Quaid couldn't help how holding Matty made him feel or the responses of his body. The man was hot.

"Matthew?"

Matty's eyes darted up. "I told you I won't have sex with you."

"We're taking a shower, Matthew, not having sex," Quaid said as he waved toward the running water. He tried not to let his disappointment show. It wasn't easy but it did make his hard on start to soften.

"But you're… you're…" Matty pressed his lips together and gestured toward Quaid's cock.

"I'm hard, Matthew." Quaid wanted to scream in frustration. He could see the desire burning in Matty's eyes and couldn't figure out why he was fighting it so hard. "I can't control my body's response to you but I won't take anything from you that you're not willing to give me."

Quaid stepped into the large shower then glanced over his shoulder at Matty. He was concerned by the way the man was biting his lip and pressing his hands together. He tried to soften his voice when he spoke again, not wanting to scare Matty.

"I'm going to take a shower, angel. I'd like you to join me. And no matter how aroused I become, I will not touch you if you don't ask me to. You're safe here, Matthew, I promise."

His words said, Quaid stepped into the shower. He hoped Matty would join him but he promised himself he wouldn't be upset if he didn't. Quaid knew he had to give Matty time to get used to him. That was the only way Matty would become comfortable with him.

Quaid was just pouring a shampoo into the palm of his hand when Matty stepped into the shower. He tried to keep his eyes glued on Matty's face and not look down his naked body but it took every bit of control he had.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?"

"I… I guess," Matty whispered.

"Well, turn around and get your hair wet then."

Matty's movements were hesitant as he turned around and stuck his head under the shower spray. Quaid almost cried. Matty's shoulders were tense as if he expected Quaid to jump him at any moment. Quaid realized that Matty was nervous. Hell, the man was scared.

A wave of tenderness swept through Quaid as he started washing Matty's wet hair. Matty groaned and leaned into his touch, his head falling back on his shoulders. The man was so starved for the simplest of touches.

"Have you never had anyone wash your hair before, angel?" he asked quietly so he didn't break the euphoric bubble Matty seemed to be floating in at the moment.

"No," Matt groaned.

"I'll wash it for you every morning if you wish?"

Matty glanced over his shoulder. "You'd do that?"

"I would, if you want me to." Quaid quickly rinsed the soap off his hands then pushed Matty toward the water. "Time to rinse off."

While Matty rinsed off, Quiad grabbed the body wash and poured some on a clean washcloth. He rubbed the soft material together until he had a good lather going then started scrubbing his body.

"Can I do that?"

Quaid glanced over at Matty and found him looking at the washcloth. He held it up. "You want to wash up? There's another washcloth on the counter or you can use this one when I'm done."

Matty's face colored furiously. "No, can I wash you?"

Quaid swallowed hard and held the washcloth out to Matty. He barely kept his groan behind his teeth when Matty bit his lip and leaned toward him. The feeling of Matthew's hands on his chest, even if it was just for washing, was heaven. Quaid felt his cock take renewed interest and start to harden back up.

When Matty's hand started moving further down his chest to his abdomen, Quaid reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him. Matty's eyes snapped up to his, his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

"If you go any further, you need to know what you're going to find, Matthew."

Matty glanced down then swallowed.

"I told you, I can't control my body's response to you. You turn me on a lot, Matthew. I won't pretend otherwise. The feeling of your skin, your smell, even the way you talk, all of it arouses me. I've pretty much been like this since I met you and I don't see it going away anytime soon. As much as I want you, I have no doubt that I will feel pleasure if you touch me there."

"But you said you wouldn't—"

Quaid grimaced. "And I won't touch you until you ask me too. That does not mean that I won't enjoy feeling you touch me."

Matty chewed on his lower lip, a gesture that Quaid was coming to equate with the man thinking deeply. His knees nearly collapsed beneath him when Matty suddenly pressed his lips together and reached down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

"Holy—Matthew!" Quaid groaned. His head dropped back against the shower tile. The pleasure that raced through his body at Matty's simple touch was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Matty's hands continued to move over Quaid's body, touching and stroking. At some point, the washcloth dropped away and then all Quaid felt was Matty's fingers touching his skin. When Matty moved down past Quaid's hard cock, Quaid spread his legs. They started shaking when Matty gently massaged his balls until they drew up close to his body.

Quaid knew he was about to come. How could he not when the man of his dreams was touching him? "Matthew, angel, if you keep… keep doing that…" Quaid panted. "I'm going to come, angel."

Quaid groaned and humped his hips when Matty's hand tightened around his aching length. "Angel, please!"

"So come already," Matty whispered.

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Midnight Matings - Coming May 24th

2011-05-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

THE PARANORMAL WORLD IS IN CHAOS. THE ELDERS ARE TIRED OF THEIR YOUNGER PEOPLE PLAYING THE FIELD AND FIGHTING AMONGST THEMSELVES. THEY DECREE EVERYONE HAS TWENTY-FOUR HOURS TO CLAIM A MATE OF A DIFFERENT SPECIES—OR FORFEIT THE RIGHT FOREVER. THE GATHERING IS CALLED. THE SPELL IS CAST. THERE IS NO ESCAPING THE MIDNIGHT MATINGS.

COMING MAY 24TH FROM SIREN PUBLISHING

HTTP://WWW.MIDNIGHTMATINGS.COM/

Squeak & A Roar
Midnight Matings 1
by Joyee Flynn

The gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings. The only thing Gavin and Ant have in common is how happy they are with their solitary lives—until they must mate each other. Neither Ant nor Gavin are prepared for the feelings that arise. Will the two men continue to dance around each other or will they pounce on love and never let it go?

Scales & A Tail
Midnight Matings 2
by Stormy Glenn

The gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings. Beauregard Stratford is a bunny. Simple enough, right? Well, not in his case, especially when he finds himself mated to a dragon, the biggest and most dangerous shifter in the paranormal world.

Fire & Ash
Midnight Matings 3
by Gabrielle Evans
The gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings. Zaiden lost his elven magic years ago and spends his life hiding in the shadows. Asher lives a life full of color and excitement as one of the few remaining phoenix shifters. Can the pair find common ground, or was their unintentional mating doomed from the start?

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2011-05-14T06:07:00.000-07:00

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Authors GA Hauser, Stormy Glenn & Rie McGaha have teamed up for a day of fun and give-aways. More than fifty blog hosts are participating in this, (courtesy Goddess Fish and Blog Exchange) and GA, Stormy, and Rie will be giving away autographed books, e-books, t-shirts, bookmarkers, posters and more!

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Book of the Week Nominee

2011-05-14T06:05:00.000-07:00

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My "Love Sexy" was reviewed this week and is up for Book of the Week honor this weekend (voting runs from Saturday, May 14th through Sunday May 15th). You can find the information here on Saturday:

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BLOG BLAST 2011

2011-05-14T06:02:00.000-07:00

May 14, 2011 is a day you will want to save the date for the biggest blog blast we've ever done! Authors GA Hauser, Stormy Glenn, & Rie McGaha have teamed up for a day of fun and give-aways. More than 50 blog hosts are participating in this, (courtesy Goddess Fish and Blog Exchange) and GA, Stormy, & Rie will be giving away autographed print books, e-books, t-shirts, bookmarkers, posters and more!

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My Best Friend's Boyfriend

2011-05-08T09:34:00.000-07:00

By GA Hauser

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Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc), Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.mobi)

About the book
If Gavin Mecklenburg thought his job of working on high voltage power lines in Seattle was risky, he was taking an even bigger chance for a disaster by messing around with his best friend’s new boyfriend.

Trina Yamagachi was what Gavin called a ‘serial engager’. She chewed men up and spit them out, breaking off relationships with men just before her wedding day.

Gavin met Trina one afternoon while buying a watch for himself at the jewelry store she worked for. He and beautiful Trina became best friends instantly. But when Gavin realizes that his new handsome neighbor- the one he has become infatuated with- is Toby Montgomery, Trina’s latest conquest, Gavin doesn’t know what to do.

As friendships are tested, and choices become harder, Gavin has to wonder if getting involved with his best friend’s boyfriend is more trouble than it’s worth.

Sometimes the rules of attraction and lust win and sometimes they make you lose, but in the end, it’s all about finding the one you love and being true to your heart.

An excerpt from the book
Timing in life was everything.
And his timing presently sucked.
If he had met Toby first, he could have easily found out if he was gay and available. Now that Trina had met him and started a relationship, Gavin was stuck.
If he were to place this decision on a scale—try to date Toby ‘if’ he is gay, or lose Trina if he did date him—there was no decision. He would not jeopardize his relationship with his best friend for a remote possibility of a date or two. Right? Isn’t that sensible? But what if Toby is the one?
Exhaling loudly at his dumb luck, Gavin grabbed his empty lunch bag and thermos, getting out of the low slung car. He shut the car door and straightened his back, seeing Toby exit the lobby door, smiling at him, looking like a model out of an International Male catalog.
Gavin’s heart stopped.
“So. We meet again.” Toby didn’t hesitate as he closed the gap between them.
Black, curve-hugging spandex bike shorts and a blue and white cycling jersey clung to Toby’s body like a second skin. Immediately Gavin’s gaze was drawn to the bulge between his legs. It wasn’t until Toby was right next to him that he met his smoldering brown eyes.
Toby tapped Gavin’s chest, saying, “Seattle Power Source? Yeah? You fix power lines?”
As if just coming out of a daydream from the sight of Toby’s unbelievably toned legs, narrow waist and large package, Gavin felt as if he was drunk. “Yeah. I’m a hot primary apprentice.”
“I’ll say.” Toby smiled. “But, uh, what does that mean?”
“Oh. Sorry. I’m a lineman. Power lineman. Apprentice lineman. I fix things.” I’m an idiot.
“You work on high power electrical lines?” Toby’s eyes widened as if he were impressed.
“Yes.” Gavin shifted his weight side to side, feeling nervous.
“Wow.” Toby took another look at Gavin’s body. It was so sultry it made Gavin’s throat dry up when he tried to swallow.
“You…uh…going riding?” Gavin pointed to Toby’s outfit, but ended up gesturing to Toby’s crotch.
“Yes. Would you ever consider a bike ride?”
“I should. But the work is so physical.” Gavin put his lunchbox and thermos on the car. “I do go to the gym a few times a week.”
“I’m a pencil pusher, or should I say, computer keyboard tapper.” Toby smiled, showing perfect teeth. “I need to make an effort to keep fit.” Toby’s attention moved to Gavin’s car. He smoothed his hand over the silver paint. “She’s a beauty. Did you restore it?”
“No. Just took great care of it.”
“Did you buy it new?”
“No. My dad did.” Gavin cleared his throat. He should be thinking about Trina, but at the moment he was thinking about how amazing Toby’s balls looked in black spandex.
“Yes. Duh.” Toby hit his forehead with the heel of his palm in a cliché gesture of sounding stupid. “If you bought it new you’d have to be in your mid to late forties.” Toby gave Gavin another once over. “And you’re not in your forties.”
“If we used that logic, you’d be in your sixties.”
“Sorry. I’m not usually this dumb.” Toby appeared to become distracted by Gavin’s biceps. He smoothed his hand over it and asked, “How much can you bench press?”
At the touch Gavin nearly swooned. His cock throbbed and he looked at Toby’s crotch out of reflex to see if he was interested as well. “Um…bench press? Uh…” Gavin watched the nicely shaped bulge in Toby’s pants grow larger. He had to shake himself out of his daydream and stop staring as the outline of Toby’s cock became visible.
“It wasn’t a trick question.” Toby laughed.
On the tip of Gavin’s tongue was Trina. Asking Toby about knowing Trina. But it didn’t materialize. Selfishly Gavin didn’t want to change the subject and didn’t it sound stakerish if he knew anything about Toby’s personal life? “Nearly three hundred pounds.”
“No!” Toby appeared suitably impressed.
“One time.” Gavin held up his index finger. “But I don’t work out that heavy.”
Toby ran his fingers across Gavin’s chest. “You have amazing pecs.”
Gay. No question whatsoever. What are you doing with my Trina? Bi? No. Oh no, not bi. Gavin didn’t even want to speculate what Toby’s motivation was with leading Trina on. If he was. Maybe Toby wanted to be friends with Trina, like he was.
“Are you out?” It seemed like a safe question for Gavin to ask. Now that Toby had made the advance and touched him rather intimately. Not to mention his raging hard-on—over six inches and cut, if Gavin had to guess. And he had to.
Gavin could see the distinct outline under the material and the urge to stroke his hand over it, the way Toby had done to his chest, was nearly irresistible.
“Yes.”
That puzzled Gavin. Toby wasn’t ‘out’ to Trina. “Out to everyone?”
“Yes. Why? Should I not be?” Toby crossed his arms, a defensive pose. “Am I embarrassing you?”
“No. I just…” Gavin kept hitting a wall in how to handle a very sticky situation. Why would Toby lie?
“I take it you’re not?”
“No. Not at work. All my friends know.”
“Ah, macho linemen? Really? I never would have guessed in this town.”
“Not like Corvallis, huh.”
The look on Toby’s face changed.
Gavin realizes his faux pas. Toby had told him he was from Oregon but not Corvallis.
As if trying to determine if he had told him, Toby asked, “Did I tell you that?”
Lying, Gavin said, “Yes. The other day by my deck.”
Toby tilted his head as he thought about it. “Oh. I can’t remember anything anymore.” He let it go and his smile returned.

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My Eternal Love

2011-05-02T00:19:00.001-07:00

MY ETERNAL LOVE

Dark Court 3

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Brandon Thomas liked his job as an orderly at the Gervais Institute of Study, but then, things had started to get a little weird. The military moved in, and armed soldiers roamed the halls. Told to report to his supervisor, he's surprised to learn that he has received a promotion.

Brandon's promotion turns into a nightmare when he finds himself poked and prodded by a mad doctor and told he's become part of a government experiment. Escaping seems impossible, until a sexy man with beautiful blue eyes comes to Brandon's rescue.

One thing leads to another, and Brandon finds himself bonded to a Seelie elf from another world. On the run from the institute's retrieval team, Brandon tries to understand everything Kavin is explaining about his world and his kind, all the while wondering if the man is crazy. He has to be, right?

Seeking to keep Brandon safe, Kavin forces the man through the veil between worlds. When circumstances prevent Kavin from immediately following Brandon through the veil, Brandon ends up in the Unseelie Court and in the hands of a total stranger. With no hope of escape, Brandon wonders if he will ever see his perfect elf again.

Chapter One
An orderly a day keeps the doctor away.

And playing golf,

With all his millions,

And his brand new Mercedes,

While I live in a one bedroom crappy apartment and ride the bus to work every day,

An orderly day keeps the doc—

"What are you doing?"

Brandon Thomas stopped humming the little tune in his head and swung around to find an armed guard glaring at him. The man looked pissed . . . and like he ate rocks for breakfast. Brandon took a step back and fingered the ID tag hanging around his neck.

Oh, no. Not again.

"I'm an orderly. I work here," he said.

"What's your security clearance?"

Brandon arched an eyebrow. Every level of security had a different color. The bright, neon orange ID tag around his neck said he had level-seven security clearance. Was the guard blind as well as dumb?

"Level seven," Brandon answered.

He really hated those muscle-bound morons that inhabited the halls of the institute he worked in. And lately, they seemed to be paying him particular attention. If he didn't need the paycheck to pay the bills, he would have found another job months ago.

Unfortunately, the institute paid better than any other place in the small, piss ant town he presently lived in. If he could save up enough money to move somewhere else, he'd leave this place behind in a cloud of dust.

Another daydream.

"What are you doing?"

Brandon glanced down at the cart filled with clean sheets. Seriously? Where did they find these guys? There had to be some sort of school for idiots that produced these dummies by the hundreds; the institute seemed to be filled with them.

Lucky us.

Brandon gave the guard a forced smile. "I'm restocking the utility closet with clean sheets. It's part of my job requirements."

The guard lifted several sheets and looked under them. Brandon didn't know what the guy hoped to find, but he wished the armed man would just get it over with so he could get on with his work. He needed to get the restocking done before he could go to lunch.

"I'll need your name." The guard pulled out a pen and a small pad of paper.

Brandon held up his ID tag. "Uh, Brandon Thomas."

The guard scribbled something down. Brandon didn't like the way the man seemed to size him up, his gaze roaming up and down Brandon's body. His skin crawled beneath the creepy perusal.

"Okay, you can go."

Gee, thanks.

Brandon smiled and pushed his cart down the hallway as fast as he could. He glanced back over his shoulder, shuddering a little when he saw the guard still watching him. He spoke into the small communication piece in his ear, but his eyes were intent on Brandon.

Brandon turned away and hurried down the hallway. His breath caught in his throat until he reached the utility closet and could hide inside. He pulled his cart in after him and shut the door, then leaned back against the wall to take several deep breaths.

That was really weird. Brandon hated the armed guards that roamed the hallways. They always seemed to want to harass him, even if he didn't do anything. So much so, Brandon had taken to going out of his way to avoid them.

His job as on orderly at the Gervais Institute of Study was quickly losing its appeal. Maybe the time had come to look for a new position, even if it paid a little less. Things were just getting a little too weird around here.

Brandon had only been working at the institute for a little over six months, but in that time, the number of armed guards onsite seemed to have doubled. The security measures certainly were greater than before.

Everyone coming into the institute had to have an ID tag. There were a series of security checkpoints to pass through, every one of them manned by a number of armed guards. And now, they seemed to freely roam the hallways.

Brandon wasn't allowed in the lower underground levels of the building. His security clearance wasn't high enough, but he'd heard stories of strange things happening—military testing, alien experimentation, even genetic manipulations.

Brandon had thought the stories outlandish, but he started to think they might be true. The military had commandeered the institute's lower levels three months ago and things had been extremely strange ever since.

Brandon shook his head, laughing at his crazy ideas. Dr. Harold Gervais had established the Gervais Institute of Study in order to study genetics and their effects on the human body or some such shit like that. Brandon didn't much care. His position here wasn't some exciting career; it was just a job.

He quickly stacked the clean sheets on the shelves, then wheeled his cart out. He purposely went in the opposite direction from where the guard stood. Meeting up with him twice in one day would be more than Brandon could handle.

Brandon had something of a smart mouth, and he knew it. He didn't think he could keep his mouth shut if faced with the guard a second time. Knowing his luck, he'd get shot instead of just fired.

Brandon hurried down the hallway, took his cart back to the laundry area, then checked out for lunch. He grabbed his iPod and sack lunch and made his way to the cafeteria. He waited in line to grab a juice, then found a quiet corner to eat in.

Plugging the earphone buds into his ear, Brandon ramped up the music, drowning out all of the sounds around him. He dug into his lunch, and as he ate, he watched out the window. Brandon worked the night shift, so the darkness outside was no surprise.

What did surprise him was the level of activity visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Armed guards ran around by the main gate. A black car sped up the driveway. The vehicle stopped at the security gate, then drove on through.

Brandon pushed the top of his head against the glass so he could watch. A guard opened the car door, and three men in military uniforms and a couple more in business suits climbed out. They spoke with the guard briefly, then walked into the facility.

Okay, that was a little weird. Brandon didn't think it was normal to get visitors late at night. He preferred the nightshift because the place was quiet, most of the personnel having gone home for the night. Visitors this late—especially ones wearing full-dress military uniforms and looking rather intense—couldn't be a good thing.

Brandon went back to eating. Visitors or not, he had work to do, and he only had ten minutes left for lunch before he had to get to it. Besides, he was just an orderly. Whoever those people were, they meant nothing to him.

Someone touched Brandon's shoulder, and he jumped. He swung around to find his supervisor standing beside him. He pulled off his earphones and waited.

"As soon as you are done with your lunch break I'd like to see you in my office, Mr. Thomas."

"Uh, yes sir."

Brandon's heart began pumping again as he watched his supervisor walk away. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have done to get called before the big boss but came up blank.

He did what was required for his job. He wasn't late for work, ever. Mostly because the last bus to the facility dropped him off a half hour before his shift started. The busses didn't start running again until an hour before he got off work.

With shaking hands, Brandon gathered up the remains of his lunch and dropped it in the garbage bin. He pulled his iPod off, shoved it into his pocket, and made his way to the supervisor's office. The entire time, he prayed he still had a job.

Brandon knocked and waited for permission to enter. Mr. Clausen called out, and Brandon opened the door and walked in. Mr. Clausen sat behind a large desk, typing away on his computer.

Without waiting for an invitation, Brandon sat down in the wooden chair across from the man and waited. As he did, he glanced around the room. The office seemed pretty typical of a supervisor's office—one large desk, a filing cabinet, a bookshelf with books, and a couple of chairs.

The room was sterile, not a personal item in sight, just like his supervisor, Mr. Clausen. Brandon never really liked the guy, but what could he do? Mr. Clausen had been at the facility for years. Rumor was they'd built the facility around the man.

Mr. Clausen finally looked up at him, and Brandon braced himself for the loss of his job. His nerves didn't settle much when the man flipped open a folder in front of him, and Brandon recognized it as his personnel file.

"You've been with us for almost six months, Mr. Thomas, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Uh huh, and during that time, you've served as an orderly?"

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Clausen closed the file and folded his hands together, looking at Brandon. "Do you like your job, Mr. Thomas?"

"Well, it's not what I want to do for the rest of my life, but I suppose I'm happy enough with it for now." Brandon knew that probably wasn't the best answer he could have given his boss, but he wasn't going to lie. He figured the man was smart enough to see right through him if he tried, so why bother?

"Your immediate superiors have very good things to say about you, Mr. Thomas. You've never been late for work, you haven't taken any sick days, and you complete each task set before you in the allotted time."

Brandon twisted his hands together. He really hoped all the things Mr. Clausen said were good things. "Uh, thank you, sir."

"After some discussion, we've decided to promote you."

"A promotion, sir?" There was higher level to being an orderly?

"Yes, report to the south elevator," Mr. Clausen said. "A guard will escort you to level three, where you will receive a complete physical, which is required for your new position." Mr. Clausen handed over his personnel file and a red security pass. "Do you have any questions?"

"Uh, what is my new job, sir?" Brandon asked, completely bewildered. One moment he'd been sure he'd lost his job, and the next moment he'd received a promotion. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster.

"That will be explained to you after your physical, Mr. Thomas. Now get going. They're waiting for you."

"Yes, sir." Brandon left his former supervisor's office and walked down the hallway toward the south elevator. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how he'd ended up with a promotion. He was an orderly. It didn't take a rocket scientist to be an orderly. He restocked shelves, ran errands, and cleaned. He wasn't trained for anything else.

He wasn't sure he wanted to attend college, mostly because he didn't know exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Growing up in the foster care system didn't give him a lot of good role models to follow.

Brandon knew there were good foster parents out there; he just seemed to have been placed with ones who didn't care for him beyond the money the state supplied for his upkeep. They weren't bad foster parents. They just didn't seem to care. He left as soon as he was legally able to.

After graduating from high school, he'd wandered for a couple of years, working one job for a little while before moving onto the next. The six months he'd had this job was the longest he'd ever been employed.

In Brandon's mind, he wasn't "promotion" material. There were a lot of other people who worked here a lot longer than he did. So, why had they picked him? Brandon pondered the question until he came to the south elevator and faced the two armed guards there.

Brandon held up the red security pass Mr. Clausen gave him. "I'm supposed to report to level three."

One of the guards took his pass and checked it over while the other just stood there and eyed Brandon. Again with the creepy perusal. Brandon hid his shaking hands behind his back. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and tried to look anywhere except at the guard.

He used to think men in uniform were the sexiest creatures on earth. He spent hours upon hours watching war movies, looking through military magazines, and hanging out where ever military men were.

And then he had come to work at the institute. At first, Brandon had gloried in all the muscle-bound men surrounding him. Then, little by little, he had come to realize that the ones stationed at the institute were complete morons and quickly lost his fascination.

If they weren't harassing him, they were pushing him around and making crude jokes. Brandon knew he wasn't some muscle-bound freak, but he wasn't exactly small, either. He stood five-foot ten-inches and weighed upward of 180 pounds, big enough.

"Come this way." The guard finally finished examining Brandon's new ID.

Brandon glanced up, watching as the guard inserted a passkey into a small security pad and typed in an alphanumeric code. A moment later, the elevator doors opened up to reveal two more guards. Brandon was ushered in.

A wave of anxiety nearly forced Brandon to step back off the elevator. No job was worth this, he thought, but someone pushed a button and the elevator doors closed before he could move. They had to see the sweat pouring down his temples; he sure could feel it.

The elevator ride seemed to go on forever, which Brandon found very strange. There were only six floors to the entire building, three of them at basement level. The military occupied the bottom three. It shouldn't have taken more than a few minutes to reach any of them.

Finally, the car came to a stop. The doors slid open. Brandon spotted two more armed guards outside the doors. Three more waited directly across from them. One of man stepped forward.

"Brandon Thomas?"

"Yes."

"Come this way, please."

Brandon fell in behind the guard, two more following behind them. The hallway they walked through looked stark. The walls were white. The doors lining the corridor were white. Even the tiles on the floor were white. Everything seemed to be blaringly white.

The only things relieving the stark lack of color were Brandon and the three guards escorting him. Creepy, Brandon thought. And what did his new job entail?.Why would they need an orderly?

"Wait in here," the guard said as he opened a door and gestured for Brandon to enter. Brandon stepped into the room, quickly glancing around. Again with the white everywhere. He was beginning to see a theme in the color scheme.

The room's decor was just as sterile as the hallways. An exam bed sat in the middle of the room. Cabinets with metal handles ran all along one wall. Another wall had a sink and countertop. Beyond a single chair, there was nothing else.

Brandon tried the cupboards but found them locked. He could see little bottles of stuff and trays through the smoky glass, but he couldn't tell what they were. He wandered around the room for a few minutes, pacing as his nervousness increased.

When the door opened and a man in a white doctor's coat walked in, Brandon nearly jumped out of his skin. The man had a clipboard, and he seemed to be reading it and making notes.

"I'm Dr. Carson. Are you Brandon Thomas?" the man asked as he glanced up.

"Yes."

"Please disrobe and get on the table."

"Excuse me?" Surely Brandon hadn't heard what he thought he'd heard.

The man waved his hand at him. "Take off your clothes and get up on the table. I need to examine you."

"Why?"

"It's for your benefit, Mr. Thomas," Dr. Carson said as he walked to the counter. "I need to assess your level of health."

"I was perfectly healthy being an orderly before," Brandon replied. "I should be perfectly healthy being an orderly now."

"Orderly?" Dr. Carson chuckled. "Who told you that you were going to be an orderly?"

"My supervisor, Mr. Clausen. He said I was getting a promotion."

"Oh, my, that is amusing." The man chuckled again. "I don't think I've heard that one before. I'll have to remember it. My colleagues will find it very entertaining. Now, disrobe and get up on the table, dear boy. I need to complete my exam."

Brandon started backing toward the door. "I don't think so. I think I'd rather pass on the promotion and go back to my other job."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Thomas. You've already been chosen."

"Chosen for what?" Brandon asked as he took a couple of more steps toward the door. He was beginning to think someone was playing a huge joke on him. Either that, or this guy was nuts.

"All in good time, dear boy." Dr. Carson patted the exam table. "Now, off with the clothes."

Brandon shook his head. No way, no how. No crazy-as-a-loon doctor was getting a gander at Brandon's nether regions. Not for all the tea in China. Brandon grabbed the door handle and opened the door. He turned to run and hit a solid wall of hard flesh.

Brandon had just a moment to look up and see the face of a guard before the man picked him up and placed him on the exam table. Brandon tried to get away, struggling, hitting, and biting, but strong hands grabbed him, holding him down until the doctor wrapped restraints around his arms and legs.

Once Brandon lay secured to the table, the doctor retrieved a small bottle of clear liquid from the counter. He turned back, shaking his head as he stuck a syringe into the bottle's rubber stopper and pulled back on the plunger to fill the tube.

Brandon watched, wide eyed and speechless, as the doctor wiped a spot on Brandon's arm with an alcohol swap, then inserted the needle and the liquid into his arm.

"This could have gone much easier on you, Brandon," Dr. Carson said, "if you had just cooperated. Now we have to do this the hard way."

Brandon tried to protest, but his tongue started to feel funny, thick like, and it kept sticking to the roof of his mouth. His head began to grow heavy, so heavy he couldn't lift it. When the guards released his restraints and started to cut away his clothes, Brandon tried to stop them, but his arms wouldn't move. Nothing worked.

After that, things grew fuzzy. He knew several people came and went. He knew they stuck a syringe in his arm quite a few more times. He thought they took blood at one point but didn't have the strength to lift his head to see.

All Brandon could do was lie there while people did things to him—insert probes, draw bodily fluids, give him shots, and examine him from head to toe, inside and out. He felt invaded, attacked, but he couldn't do anything but whimper.

Someone pushed his hair back from his forehead. Brandon looked up to find the doctor from when he first came into the room leaning over him. He moaned in fear. The man was smiling down at him as if he were proud or something.

"You've done very well, Brandon," Dr. Carson said. "I'm going to give you something to help you sleep, and then you'll be taken to your room to rest. I'll check in with you in a few hours."

Brandon tried to shake his head, groaning when he felt the small pinprick of a needle entering his arm again. Within a few moments, his eyes grew very heavy, and he only wanted to sleep. He caught sight of two guards walking into the room right before he lost the ability to keep his eyes open.

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Book of the Week Nominee

2011-04-08T10:14:00.000-07:00

My stories "A Hunter's Desire" and "Cowboy Keeper" were reviewed this week and are up for Book of the Week honor this weekend (voting runs from Saturday, April 9th through Sunday April 10th). You can find the information here on Saturday: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews: A Hunter's Desires by Stormy Glenn

2011-04-08T10:13:00.001-07:00

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2011-04-08T10:13:00.000-07:00

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Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews: Pride Mate by Stormy Glenn

2011-03-29T11:38:00.000-07:00

Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews: Pride Mate by Stormy Glenn: "Pride Mate by Stormy Glenn Katzman Book 3 Publisher: Siren Publishing Genre: Action/Adventure, Contemporary, Sci-Fi/Fantasy Length: ..."

2011-03-22T03:26:00.000-07:00

Love Sexy
True Blood Mate 3

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 29th

AVAILABLE NOW FOR PRE-BUY

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, werewolves]

Logan Stone lives a lonely existence as the beta of his wolf clan. It's his job to protect his people and follow out the orders of his alpha. That doesn't leave much time to find a mate or fill the empty hole in his heart. When he spots a set of sexy eyes staring at him during the moon festival, Logan knows he has met his mate.

Finding Love Star is not as easy as keeping him. Love may be fascinated by all things wolf but when Logan goes feral during their mating, Love runs for his life. Logan has to call for help to find Love, only discover his mate is hiding right under his nose at the Stone Clan compound.

Instead of convincing Love of the merits of being mated to a wolf, Logan has to depend on Love to protect himself even as he tries to shield the man from the dangerous world he has just entered. If they survive the interference of well meaning friends and a coyote shifter bent on killing Love, they just might have a chance of finding out what fate has planned for them.

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STORY EXCERPT

Just as he reached the crowd, Logan caught a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look over the multitude of partygoers, feeling more intrigued than he had in ages. Logan’s eyes widened in amazement at the breathtaking sight before him.

A set of steel blue eyes rimmed with black eyeliner momentarily locked on Logan. He felt too stunned to move. The man staring at him through the crowd was the most gorgeous creature Logan had ever laid eyes on.

Short, spiky black hair, narrow chest, lean hips, slender legs…he was perfect. Logan was fascinated, intrigued, and instantly hard as a rock. He wanted to reach through the throng of people and grab the vision before him, bringing the man into Logan’s space.

He could feel the instant connection to the smaller man. Logan’s inner wolf sat up and roared, then panted. It wanted out. It wanted to claim its mate. Logan suddenly knew that the sexy man was his future.

Logan groaned. He could tell just by looking at the gorgeous little guy that he was trouble. He had high maintenance written all over him. His wolf growled and clawed to get out, to claim their mate. Logan just wanted to turn in the other direction and pretend that he had never seen the man.

Before Logan could come to a decision, the man was pulled from view by a hand on his shoulder. A sudden possessive streak shot through his body. Logan couldn’t control the deep growl that escaped his clenched teeth.

The muscles in his shoulders tensed, and his hands fisted. Logan could feel the tension pass throughout his body as his wolf prepared to fight for their mate. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. Logan had an overwhelming urge to tear into who ever belonged to the hand that was on the man that he suddenly considered his.

Moving swiftly through the crowd, Logan made his way to the middle of the clearing where several people were dancing. He could see the black haired man struggling against a much larger man in leather, his small fists beating against the man holding him.

Logan growled again. This time he didn’t try to suppress his roar. Instead, he let it have free reign, getting louder as he quickly covered the ground between him and the object of his desires. The crowd of people between them parted in panic, clearing the way for Logan.

He grabbed the larger man around the throat with one hand and held him suspended several inches above the ground. With his other hand, he grabbed the arm of the smaller man and pulled him close to his side and safety.

“Mine!” Logan growled at the man he held by the throat. Even as he fought to control the wolf inside fighting to get out and rip the man to shreds, the softest, most delicious scent he had ever smelled wafted through the air.

“We were just dancing,” the man choked out.

His words dragged Logan from his longing for more of the wonderful smell. He had never scented anything so fantastic, so arousing, in his life. His wolf roared again, clawing at Logan’s insides to get out.

“I never agreed to dance with you,” the small man at Logan’s side shouted.

Logan hid his smile when the little man’s hands curled into fists and he went for the man in Logan’s grip. Seems his little mate had a temper.

“He’s mine,” Logan said. He frowned in surprise, and just a bit of confusion, when the man laughed harshly.

“You’ll regret that decision.” The man’s sinister eyes turned to look down at the small man pinned against Logan’s side. “Love’s human. He can’t be trusted. Pretty boys like him never can.”

Logan glared at the slimy man for a moment then tossed him several feet away. “Leave,” he said as he watched the man climb to his feet. He watched until the man ran from sight before looking down at Love.

Love’s deep blue eyes were wide, making them look enormous against his face. His entire body trembled. His hands gripped Logan’s arm with white fingers. Logan could smell the fear and anger rolling off of Love in great waves, but the man continued to glare after his assailant.

“You’re safe now, Love,” Logan said as softly as his rough whiskey voice would allow. Logan nearly fell over in shock when Love pushed away from him only to glare up, his eyes shooting flames.

“I didn’t need your help,” Love said as he repositioned the fake wolf ears on top of his head. “I could have gotten away from dick head just fine on my own.”

“Dick head?” Logan asked. One dark eyebrow shot up and a small smirk moved across his lips. He couldn’t help but chuckle when Love rolled his eyes. The man was simply intriguing.

ADULT EXCERPT

He couldn’t wait to get rid of his jeans and feel those hands against his bare skin. Hell, he couldn’t wait to feel all of Logan against his bare skin. As big as Logan was, Love had no doubt that he could cover his smaller body from head to toe, and then some.

Love yelped in surprise as he was suddenly lowered to the ground. He barely had time to steady himself on his feet before hands were pulling at his clothes. Within moments, Love found himself standing before Logan naked as the day he was born.

The low rough rumble emanating from Logan told Love that the man liked what he saw. It vibrated through Love’s body, energizing him, arousing him. He looked up into Logan’s eyes, and his breath caught in his throat.

Logan’s amber eyes had gone deep golden brown. His lip curled back, showing off his perfect white teeth. But it was the savage snarl on Logan’s face as he gazed down at his naked body that really set Love off.

Love held his arms out to his sides. “If you plan on just staring at me, this relationship is going to take more work than I thought.”

The moment the words were out of Love’s mouth he wished he could take them back. Logan’s eyes flashed to his as a slow, wicked grin crossed his lips. Some intuitive gut feeling told Love that he had just become the prey to a hunter.

Going purely on instinct, Love turned and ran. He didn’t get two steps before two large arms encircled him from behind and pulled him back against Logan’s hard body. Love’s felt a shudder shoot through his body as long teeth scraped across the back of his neck.

“Logan,” Love groaned. “That is so fucking hot!”

His hands moved back behind his head to wrap around Logan’s neck. He tilted his head to one side, giving Logan unobstructed access to the side of his throat. It was a submissive gesture. Love knew that, but he was helpless to stop it. Something in him demanded that he submit. Love could no more deny that powerful demand than he could have stopped breathing.

Long fingers encircled Love’s hard cock, stroking him furiously just as sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder. Shock rocked through him as he realized Logan bit him, but he still cried out as the combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed him.

A thick thigh moved between Love’s legs and pressed tightly against him from behind. Small keening sounds escaped from his lips. Every touch of Logan’s hands and body against his was like a burning flame. Love wanted to be consumed. He wanted to burn for Logan.

His hands clenched in Logan’s sunlight blond hair, pulling at the long locks in desperation. He could feel Logan sucking on his neck, marking him, claiming him, but he needed more. He needed…he needed…

“Logan!” Love begged. “Fuck me!”

The teeth in his neck withdrew. Love was pushed down onto the ground, landing on his hands and knees. Before he could protest the rough treatment, Logan’s fingers pushed into his tight hole.

“Aaahhh, fuck yes!” Love cried out.

Logan began stretching him, adding another finger, then another. Some part of Love wondered where the man got lube, but he was too overcome with burning sensation to really care. He was just thankful because he felt pretty sure Logan was about to fuck him into the ground.

Love felt Logan pull his fingers away and press his massive cock into him. He could hear Logan’s heavy breathing as he thrust into Love’s tight grasp. The rough material of Logan’s jeans brushed against the back of his thighs. He could smell Logan’s arousal permeating the air around them.

Love groaned, his head dropping forward. He could feel the small bar piercing just under the head of Logan’s cock when the man thrust into him. It seemed to know right where Love’s sweet spot was located and pegged it every time.

Having sex wasn’t something new to Love, but despite what Mick had said, he didn’t fuck anything that walked. Still, there was something distinctively different about being fucked by Logan. He felt like he was being claimed and not just fucked, like somehow Logan was placing a stamp of ownership on him.

Everything felt different, more intense. As Logan pounded into him, Love felt every movement of Logan’s body, every single breath that came out of Logan’s mouth. Love could feel his orgasm building deep within his body and knew that it was going to be spectacular. Logan was going to consume him.

When Logan’s teeth bit into his shoulder again, Love knew it was over for him. His fingers curled into the cold dirt beneath him as streaks of pleasure exploded throughout his entire body.

To see more about the True Blood Mates series, visit my website at

http://www.stormyglenn.com/truebloodmateseries.htm

Book of the Week Nominee!!!

2011-03-18T22:27:00.000-07:00

Whipped Cream Erotic 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, as well as getting a custom made video from Goddess Fish Promotions to publicize their review and the win!

My story "My Girl" was reviewed this week and is up for Best Book honor this weekend

(voting runs from Saturday, March 19th through Sunday, March 20th).

You can find the information here on Saturday:

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2011-03-13T16:51:00.001-07:00

A Hunter's Desires

2011-02-28T11:02:00.000-08:00

A HUNTER'S DESIRES

Tri Omega Mates 6

AVAILABLE: Thursday, March 3rd

Available for Pre-Order Now!

http://www.bookstrand.com/node/810968

Erotic Paranormal, Werewolves, M/M/M, Male Ménage a Trois Romance

Nikolai Miroslav was sent to the frozen north of Russia to investigate a pack of Tri Omegas. He can't find a single trace of them but he does find Vasiliy Federov, the sweetest smelling man he's ever met. When Vasiliy accepts his proposition for a night of sex, Nikolai is thrilled until the next morning when Vasiliy informs him that their lives are in danger. Better yet, somehow during their sexual escapades the previous night, they mated each other.

Unfortunately, the danger to them is real and a wolf hunter is bent on killing them both. When Serge Dmitriev attacks, Niko finds himself with another mate, one who has no idea he's a wolf. The man doesn't even realize that during his attack on Nikolai and Vasiliy, they forged a mating bond between all three of them that will only end in death.

Now, Nikolai finds himself with two mates he never planned on having, a basement full of Tri Omegas, an insane Beta trying to kill him, and a band of hunters wanting their heads. If Nikolai, Vasiliy, and Serge have any hope of getting out alive, they will need to work together and that means accepting their mating bond. But is what they might have together worth changing their entire lives?

STORY EXCERPT
Nikolai Miroslav shivered as cold air blew into the tavern room. He glared over at the man that walked and let the cold air inside. Niko would never understand how anyone could live in such conditions.
It was colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra. Like he’d know what a witch’s tit felt like. Niko chuckled to himself as he took another drink of his hot toddy. Like he’d know what any tit felt like. Just the thought of that particular bit of female anatomy sent another shiver down his spine. Give him a good stiff dick any day.
Niko wouldn’t be in this miserable place if he hadn’t been sent here by his brother and alpha, Vadim,and his father, alpha of the Miroslav Pack. He blamed them for being so cold. Them and the Eastern European Council, which reluctantly gave him access to the region.
Vourdala Island and the pack lands overseen by his father, Ivan Mirsolav, weren’t the tropics, but they seemed like the Bahamas compared to the frozen territory of the wolf pack he was sent to investigate.
It didn’t help Niko’s mood that he’d been investigating the area for nearly two weeks and he had yet to find a single answer or meet anyone that might be able to tell him anything about the rumor of a pack filled with Tri Omegas.
No one was talking, at least not to him. The patrons in the tavern and surrounding town were nice enough. Niko had even made some friends among several members of the local wolf pack. He just hadn’t been able to find any answers. Niko wasn’t even sure he knew what the questions were anymore.
Tri Omegas, usually only one born per generation, were appearing at an alarming rate. While it had been good for many of Niko’s friends who found their mates, it still concerned everyone.
Anyone in theknow knew Tri Omegas were special. They had abilities that made each Tri Omega unique, each ability seemingly different. They also needed two mates to keep them grounded and safe, as Niko’s best friend, Viktor, discovered when he found his mates, Ryland and Gregory.
Ryland hadn’t even known he was a Tri Omega until he was told. Tri Omegas’ abilities weren’t manifested until they were claimed. It was quickly discovered that Ryland was a healer.
Still, it didn’t explain why there were so many Tri Omegas being born during a single generation. Niko no longer believed it was just a fluke as he did in the beginning. There were too many of them. He just didn’t know what it all meant.
Hence, his trip to the frozen north.
Niko frowned and pulled his collar up around his neck as the door opened and another group of people walked in, letting more cold air blow into the tavern. He shook his head when he heard laughter. How these people could be so happy-go-lucky when he was freezing his nuts off, he’d never know.
As the cold wind blew across the room, it carried an intriguing scent that caught Niko’s interest. He sat up and glanced around the room, trying to pinpoint the unique fragrance. He sniffed at the air.
Niko’s gaze settled on a dark-haired man standing across the room, taking his coat off. He should have been angry. This man was obviously one of the men that just let the cold air inside. Instead, Niko could barely remain in his seat while he waited for the man to get settled in.
Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe the tall figure. Niko usually went for men a little smaller than himself. He liked being the big bad wolf that dominated any situation he was in, including sex. For this guy, he might be willing to change his mind, even if for just one night.
Once the man sat down, Niko stood and walked over. He stopped right beside the man’s chair and waited to be acknowledged. It wasn’t long in coming. Niko smirked when the man suddenly stiffened and turned to look him over. He could feel the intense gaze start at his feet and slowly work its way up his body until it settled on his face.
“Nikolai Miroslav, but you can call me Niko,” Niko said as he held out his hand. “I believe you might have some information I’m after.”
“Oh?” The man’s dark eyebrow shot up.
Niko almost swooned at the heavy accent in the man’s voice. Damn, he liked a deep whiskey voice. It made his cock vibrate. The man’s thick accent only added to the experience. “Your name and whether you’re busy later tonight.”
The man looked slightly surprised before he hid it behind a chuckle. He reached out and shook Niko’s hand. “Vasiliy Federov, and now I’m free.”
Hot damn!
“Care to join me?” Niko nodded toward the door. Propositioning a guy he hadn’t spoken more than a few words to didn’t faze Niko. He’d done it before, and he’d more than likely do it again. The glint of lust he could see growing in the man’s deep blue eyes, however, was another story.
It made Niko ache. It also made walking quite interesting. His cock was trying to bust out of his jeans to get to the gorgeous man walking behind him. Niko could feel the heat from Vasiliy’s body and knew he walked close behind him. He couldn’t wait to feel that heat pressed up against his, preferably without anything between them.

ADULT EXCERPT
Niko groaned when he felt two slicked up fingers thrust into his ass. Niko immediately started pushing back and riding them, all thoughts of conversation and protesting leaving his mind in a heartbeat.
He felt incredibly full. Two of Vasiliy’s thick fingers were nearly the size of the biggest man Niko had ever been with. He’d heard rumors through his friends that one of them, Jake McAlester, was hung like a horse. He could only dream that Vasiliy was, too.
“You like, yes?”
“Oh yes,” Niko moaned. “I like a lot.”
“You like this more.”
Niko winced when another finger pushed into his ass along with the first two. He knew for a fact that he had never had anything in his ass that big. It took a few seconds and a couple of deep breaths before Niko became used to the feeling. Vasiliy didn’t move the entire time.
“You are good, majiktoka, yes?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
Niko wasn’t sure those words were his smartest to say when Vasiliy started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out of Niko’s ass. Niko couldn’t keep the small grunts from falling from his lips with each thrust.
“One more, majiktoka, then you ready for me.”
“One more?” Niko cried out. He wasn’t sure one more finger would fit in his ass. He was pretty damn full right now as it was. He was shocked when a little more lube and a lot more thrusting allowed Vasiliy to push a fourth finger into him.
Niko dropped his head down onto his hands. He felt a bit ridiculous having his head down on the bed and his ass pushed into the air, but his trembling arms wouldn’t hold him up anymore.
“Vasiliy.”
“You call me Vaska, yes?”
“Vaska.”
“Yes, is good.”
“Okay.” Niko would have agreed to anything. His body was full and caressed and going up in flames. And there seemed to be no end. Vasiliy just continued to give Niko wave after wave of pleasure until it rolled into one big ball that had him senseless.
“Vaska,” Niko groaned as he pushed back, impaling himself on the fingers in his ass. “Vaska.”
His pulse pounded in his throat. Small beads of sweat trickled down his temples. The air around Niko seemed to grow thicker, making his breathing come out in big rapid gasps. His legs started to tremble.
“Vaska.”
“Yes, majiktoka?”
“Please.” Niko bit his lip as soon as the word came out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe he was begging a total stranger to fuck him. Maybe it was the cold air. It was the only thing he could think of that would explain his lapse in control.
“Tell me, majiktoka, tell what you want.”
“Fuck me!”
Niko groaned when the fingers pressing into him suddenly pulled free. He almost cried out with how empty he felt. He gripped the sheets beneath him and pushed himself up onto his arms. Before he could protest the loss of something in his ass, he was suddenly filled again.
“Vaska!” Niko shouted, overcome by how large the man actually was. His inner muscles clamped down on the thick cock pushing slowly into him. Niko just didn’t know if they were trying to keep Vaska out or invite him in.
The more of Vaska that filled him, the more Niko’s body seemed to accept him. His body clenched. Little spasms of pure pleasure rocked through him, one right after the other. Niko felt like he was burning from the inside out.
“Is good fit, yes?” Vaska asked when he finally came to rest against Niko.
Niko couldn’t answer. He was too busy panting as Vaska started pounding into him, the man’s massive cock rubbing against Niko’s sweet spot with every move. His senses were starting to overload as waves of ecstasy throbbed through him with each forceful thrust.
Vaska’s arm wrapped around his abdomen and lifted him up. The man’s other hand wrapped around Niko’s chest, pulling him back. Niko’s legs fell to either side of Vaska so he straddled the man’s thighs. His head fell back against Vaska’s shoulder.
“Is good, majiktoka,” Vaska growled in Niko’s ear. “Is very good.”
“Yes,” Niko hissed. His body cried out for release, and he was so very close. The hands that Vaska stroked over his sensitive skin drove Niko’s desire higher, but it wasn’t quite enough to send him over the edge. Niko needed just a bit more.
“Vaska, please.”
Tickles of pleasure shot through Niko’s body when Vaska licked the side of his throat then licked his way down to Niko’s shoulder.
“You want, yes?” Vaska asked right before he scraped his teeth over Niko’s shoulder.
“Yes!”

For more on the Tri Omega Mates series, visit my website at http://www.stormyglenn.com/triomegamates.htm

Redemption - Coming Soon!

2011-02-28T11:00:00.000-08:00

REDEMPTION

True Blood Mate 4

Coming Soon!

M/M, Paranormal, Werewolf, Erotic Romance

Rogan Owens lives a life of secret misery. Three years ago, he lost his mate when he couldn't come out of the closet and acknowledge their bond. He's suffered in silence ever since, taking over as alpha of his mate's clan.

Rogan is overjoyed when he discovers Julian alive. He has so many questions. Where has Julian been? Why hasn't he come home? What are the long scars on his body? But most importantly, why is Julian running away from him?

Stricken with grief, Rogan takes a dangerous path that almost ends his life. Only by Julian's swift intervention is he saved. Rogan finally comes to accept that his mate will never want him only to have Julian decide it's time to come home.
But someone else doesn't want Julian and Rogan reunited and they will use
anything to keep the two men apart, even if it means Julian's death for real this time. Between keeping each other safe and trying to solve the mystery of who wants Julian dead, they barely have time to learn to love each other. Will what they feel for each other make them stronger or be their downfall?

http://www.stormyglenn.com/redemption.htm

Love Sexy - Coming Soon!

2011-02-28T10:59:00.000-08:00

LOVE SEXY

True Blood Mates 3

Coming Soon from Siren Publishing

M/M, Paranormal, Werewolf, Erotic Romance

Logan Stone lives a lonely existence as the beta of his wolf clan. It's his job to protect his people and follow out the orders of his alpha. That doesn't leave much time to find a mate or fill the empty hole in his heart. When he spots a set of sexy eyes staring at him during the moon festival, Logan knows he has met his mate.

Finding Love Star is not as easy as keeping him. Love may be fascinated by all things wolf but when Logan goes feral during their mating, Love runs for his life. Logan has to call for help to find Love, only discover his mate is hiding right under his nose at the Stone Clan compound.

Instead of convincing Love of the merits of being mated to a wolf, Logan has to depend on Love to protect himself even as he tries to shield the man from the dangerous world he has just entered. If they survive the interference of well meaning friends and a coyote shifter bent on killing Love, they just might have a chance of finding out what fate has planned for them.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/lovesexy.htm

GayRomLit Retreat

2011-02-11T19:10:00.000-08:00

October 13 - 16, 2011

GayRomLit is a retreat for readers and writers of GLBT romance. A gathering place to hang out with people who read the same books you do. Get to know your favorite authors in a comfortable setting, ask all those burning questions about the books you love, and meet online friends at a one of a kind retreat.

We specifically chose the word retreat, which by definition is a place of safety - a refuge for those in attendance. Unlike your more traditional Lit-conferences the GayRomLit weekend will be centered on celebrating the fiction we all love and highlighting the authors and publishers who continue to support the genre.

New Orleans is the location for the 2011 GayRomLit Retreat.

Please join us October 13 - 16 for the first of what we hope to be an annual event.

Organized by

Lynn Lorenz * Ethan Day * Carol Lynne * J.P. Bowie * Amanda Young

Register Today

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The Hard Way

2011-02-11T19:03:00.000-08:00

By: G.A. Hauser Other books by G.A. Hauser
Published By: The GA Hauser Collection LLC
ISBN # 9781456545239

Word Count: 53574

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket, Microsoft Reader, Epub

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Thirty-seven year old Richard ‘Dick’ Hunt III denied he had a ‘death wish’, but his lifestyle of extreme sports and high risk hobbies had put him into the hospital on numerous occasions. Living the high life on a trust fund left to him by his grandfather, Dick became infamous in his exploits, his affairs with young men, and living on the edge. In LA celebrity came to those with cash, not necessarily talent or intelligence. So the tabloid press and paparazzi had a field day publishing Dick’s exploits.

William Winsor, or ‘Prince Charming’ as his lover Dick liked to call him, worked as a fundraiser for a state college. He met Dick at a black tie affair and immediately was smitten with the charismatic man.

For two years Dick and William lived together, loved together, and adored each other. But William knew some dark secrets about the wild playboy that even the media had missed.
For William, life with Dick was like waiting for a train to wreck. He knew Dick had serious problems, both physically and mentally. And nothing Dick did was easy. On the contrary, everything the man did was The Hard Way.

(This novel is based on the characters in the free short story, Fun With Dick)

G.A Hauser
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Valentine's Day Give-Away!

2011-02-01T13:59:00.000-08:00

Noble Romance Publishing is giving gifts for Valentine's Day.

First Place Prize: Brand new Kindle, pre-loaded with 5 of NRP's new Love Revisited stories.

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Cowboy Keeper - coming February 1st

2011-01-31T13:11:00.001-08:00

COWBOY KEEPER

Blaecleah Brothers 2

http://www.bookstrand.com/cowboy-keeper

Billy Thornton is a known troublemaker. He's spent the better part of his life doing whatever his brother Clem wanted of him from intimidating people to stealing from them. The consequences if he didn't were life threatening. Billy had spent more than one night healing after his brother got pissed at him.

The one thing Billy couldn't do was allow Rourke Blaecleah to be hurt. Billy had loved Rourke for as long as he could remember, even though he knew it was wrong. The only way he could deal with it was to do everything in his power to keep Clem away from Rourke, and that meant putting himself in harm's way more than once.

When Rourke corners Billy one night and kisses him, things come to head. Rourke realizes that the man he has been looking for all of his life is right under his nose. Billy finds that he might actually be able to experience what loving Rourke is like in real life and not just his fantasies. And both men realize that what they have found together has put their lives in danger because Clem is coming for them and he's not happy.

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

To learn more about the Blaecleah Brothers or read the excerpts, go here...

http://www.stormyglenn.com/blaecleahbrothers.htm

Best Book of 2010 on Whipped Cream Reviews

2011-01-31T13:03:00.000-08:00

Every year, The Long and the Short of It likes to reward the best of the best. Entries in this annual poll are limited to those books and stories which our reviewers rated as "Best Book" in a review posted in 2010.

The polls for both LASR and Whipped Cream will be active beginning

Monday, February 14 and will continue until Sunday, February 27.

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/promo.htm

"My Book, My Journey"

2011-01-31T13:01:00.000-08:00

Monday, January 31st, 2011

I'm guest blogging with Jadette Paige about my new series

Blaecleah Brothers

Read how the idea of the Blaecleah Brothers was created and the story was developed. I will also discuss how I go about creating my books. Leave a comment and have a chance to win a free eBook copy of

Cowboy Keeper

(Blaecleah Brother 2)

http://www.jadettepaige.blogspot.com/

The Offical Winner List for LRC's Best of 2010 Awards

2011-01-31T12:57:00.000-08:00

This is the complete and official winners list for the LRC's Best of 2010 Awards.

Best Contemporary Book-2010
Winner: 'This Can't be Love' by Debra St John
Runner Up: Keeping Promise Rock by Amy Lane
Honorable Mention (no button): Hunting JC by Dominique Eastwick

Best Fantasy Book-2010
Winner: Glimpses by Lynn Flewelling
Runner Up: Omarati by DC Juris
Honorable Mention (no button): Branded by Clare London

Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Book-2010
Winner: Micah by Joyee Flynn
Runner Up: Witch's Fire by Tabitha Shay
Honorable Mention (no button): Motor City Fae by Cindy Spencer Pape

Best Historical Book-2010
Winner: Raeliksen by Renee Vincent
Runner Up: Laird of the Mist by Foery MacDonell
Honorable Mention (no button): Texas Promise by Celia Yeary

Best Thriller/Romantic Suspense/Mystery Book-2010
Winner: Fire and Ash by Anne Patrick
Runner Up: Blood Pond by DJ Manly
Honorable Mention (no button): Written In Blood by Elaina Lee

Best Paranormal author
Winner: Stormy Glenn
Runner Up: Joyee Flynn
Honorable Mention (no button): Adrianne Brennan

Best GBLTQ Author
Winner: Josh Lanyon
Runner Up: Stormy Glenn
Honorable Mention (no button): Joyee Flynn

Best GBLTQ Book-2010
Winner: Lust and Fae by Joyee Flynn
Runner Up: Caught by Surprise, LD Madison
Honorable Mention (no button): Blaque/Bleu by Belinda McBride & A Taste of Love by Andrew Grey (TIE)

Best BDSM Book
Winner: Two Masters for Samantha by Michele Zurlo
Runner Up: Masters of the Shadowlands 4: Lean on Me by Cherise Sinclair
Honorable Mention (no button): A Matter of Trust by A.C. Katt

Best Anthology/Multi-Authors Book 2010
Winner: Chameleon Wolf by Stormy Glenn and Joyee Flynn
Runner up: His for the Holidays by Josh Lanyon, LB Gregg, ZA Maxfield & Harper Fox
Honorable Mention (no button): Doms of Dark Haven Anthology

Best Science Fiction/Futuristic Book-2010
Winner: Slave Auction by Stormy Glenn
Runner Up: The Starlight Rite by Cherise Sinclair
Honorable Mention (no button): Soothe the Burn by TA Chase

Best Book Cover
Winner: Raeliksen by Renee Vincent & Spencer's Secret by Joyee Flynn (TIE)
Runner Up: Oracle by RJ Scott
Honorable Mention (no button): Taste of Passion by Savannah Chase

Best Erotic Book
Winner: Keeping Promise Rock by Amy Lane
Runner Up: Taste of Passion by Savannah Chase
Honorable Mention (no button): The Distance between Us, L. A. Witt

Best E-publisher-2010
Winner: Silver Publishing
Runner up: Samhain Publishing
Honorable Mention (no button): Dreamspinner Press

Best Shape-shifter Book-2010
Winner: The Cat's Meow by Stormy Glenn
Runner Up: Avoiding Hell's Gate by Joyee Flynn & Changing Their Wolfen Heritage by Missy Martine (TIE)
Honorable Mention (no button): Deadly Mates 2: Wings of Moonlight by Scarlet Hyacinth

Best book all around
Winner: Spell Kissed by Kari Thomas
Runner Up: Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business by Natalie Acres
Honorable Mention (no button): Love Means…Freedom by Andrew Grey

Best Vampire Book
Winner: Love's Indecision (Warrior Camp#2) by Joyee Flynn
Runner Up: Lover Mine by JR Ward
Honorable Mention (no button): The Vampire Hunters by Scott Baker & MIA Case Files: Blood Relations by KC Burn (TIE)

Best Series
Winner: Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward & Marius Brothers by Joyee Flynn (TIE)
Runner Up: Love Means… by Andrew Grey & Men of Smithfield Series by LB Gregg (TIE)
Honorable Mention (no button): Ancient Prophecy Series by Leiland Dale

Book of the Week Nomination

2011-01-24T17:47:00.000-08:00

What is your favorite 5 Heart Sweetheart from last week?

The Cat's Meow is up for nomination after receiving a 5 HEART review from the Romance Studio. Stop by and vote for your favorite book. Voting is open to everyone. The winning review will have its cover (if appropriate for our main pages) and buy link posted on our front page along with a snippet of our 5 heart review!

Voting for this week ends at midnight EST Sunday, January 30, 2011.

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Book of the Week Nominations

2011-01-22T09:31:00.000-08:00

My stories Alpha Born and Flogger's Holiday Sale were both reviewed by Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews this week and are up for Best Book honor this weekend. You can find the information here on Saturday:

(voting runs from Saturday, January22nd through Sunday January23rd).

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

LR Cafe "Best of 2010" Nominations

2011-01-18T12:43:00.000-08:00

I have been nominated in the following categories for the LR Cafe's "Best of 2010" Reader Awards.

Best Paranormal author - Stormy Glenn

Best GBLTQ Author - Stormy Glenn

Best Anthology/Multi-Authors Book 2010 - Chameleon Wolf by Stormy Glenn and Joyee Flynn (Siren)

Best Science Fiction/Futuristic Book-2010 - Slave Auction by Stormy Glenn (Silver)

Best Shape-shifter Book-2010 - The Cat's Meow by Stormy Glenn (Silver)

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VOTING BEGINS JANUARY 22ND TO JANUARY 30TH ONLY!
No early voting will be allowed or accepted. Voting will take place on Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Each category will have a separate post and to vote, comment your choice in the comment area. Link to Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog is: http://lovesbooksandmore.blogspot.com/

Winners to be announced on the LR Café Loop on January 31st at Noon EST.
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From Pack to Pride

2011-01-17T17:38:00.001-08:00

PACK TO PRIDE
by Amber Kell

Book one in the Supernatural Mates Series

When a wolf shifter joins a pride of lions, the fur flies.

When Adrian is sent to live with the lion pride for his own safety, little does he know that the pride alpha is already culling him from the pack. With one picture, Talan knew Adrian was his mate.

Now he has six months to persuade Adrian to stay in his pride forever and keep a psychotic wolf from killing him.

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1034

Excerpt From: From Pack to Pride

“I can’t believe you did that.” Adrian stared at his brother as if he’d never seen him before. He looked around Kade’s office, his head spinning as he absorbed this sudden shift in reality.

Nothing was out of place in the masculine wood panelled room. Same soft throw rugs, same desk their father had used before Kade. No changes because his brother was a fanatic about traditions. Traditions he was breaking by sending his wolf shifter brother to go live with the lions.

Maybe he fell asleep after his heavy meal and he was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. Surely his brother wouldn’t sell him off to a bunch of fur balls. He could see maybe another canine pack, wolves or coyotes?hell, he’d even take the group of dog shifters that lived in the alley behind the ice cream shop downtown.

But cats!

He was in hell.

Adrian examined Kade carefully hoping to see some external sign that his brother and alpha had completely lost his fucking mind.

Nope, the man still looked the same. Dark hair, green eyes identical to Adrian’s, and a dimpled smile, but he’d obviously lost his marbles.

Adrian sighed.

His day had started out so marvellously too with a nice run with his fellow pack mates that resulted in taking down a wounded deer. He couldn’t think of a nicer way to start the day.

Now his evil brother had ruined it.

“What? It makes perfect sense.” Kade looked innocently back at him. A look the powerful alpha wolf totally couldn’t pull off.

“You sold me to the pussycats!”

“You’re exaggerating,” Kade protested. “I made a peace agreement between two packs.”

“Well Mr. Peacekeeper. Lions packs are called prides,” Adrian sneered. “If you’re going to sell me out at least know something about the creatures you’re sacrificing me to.”

“Sacrificing is such a strong word,” Kade said with an infuriating smile.

“Who’s sacrificing?” Helen, Kade’s mate, asked walking into the room.

As usual the alpha mate was dressed in a pair of paint splattered denim capris and a loose white smock top. Adrian always thought of that outfit as her work uniform. As an artist Helen almost always wore some version of the same outfit. She said in order to create she had to be comfortable. Before she mated with Kade she used to work in the nude, but the protective alpha had put an end to that practice. A fact she complained about daily just to give Kade a hard time.

“Brain trust here made a pact to give me to the lion pride in exchange for peace between the lions and the wolves.”

“Have some respect for your alpha,” Helen snapped. Her golden brows formed a frown on her smooth forehead as she looked from brother to brother.

Kade flashed him a smug smile. The impact was lost when his mate smacked him across the back of the head.

“What were you thinking?” Helen demanded.

Cowboy Easy - coming January 20th

2011-01-17T15:13:00.000-08:00

Cowboy Easy

Blaecleah Brothers 1

AVAILABLE: Thursday, January 20th

Pre-Buy today!

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

http://www.bookstrand.com/cowboy-easy

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M]

Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.
Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at him. He's a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?
Before Asa can make his choice, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves. Or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?

STORY EXCERPT
“Clem!” Lachlan shouted as he reached for the man. Clem turned around, fists swinging. Lachlan ducked but not fast enough. He felt Clem’s fist glance off his jaw. Lachlan grunted, dropping the tire iron to the ground as he grabbed his jaw. “Damn it, Clem, knock it off.”
“Lachlan?”
“Well, I’m not the tooth fairy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Trying to keep you and Billy from getting thrown in jail.” Lachlan rubbed his jaw and spared a quick glance at the stranger standing several feet away, his fists raised to defend himself. “You’d better get out of here before the sheriff arrives. You’ve already been in jail once this week.”
“Oh, Lachlan, we was just having a bit of fun,” Billy protested as he came to stand next to his brother.
“I don’t think he was having fun, Billy,” Lachlan said as he pointed to the stranger. “In fact, it looks to me like he is pretty pissed.”
Billy turned and glanced at the stranger, his face flushing when he turned back. “We didn’t mean no harm, Lachlan.”
“You attacked me, asshole,” the man shouted. “For no reason.”
“You’re a fucking fag,” Clem shouted as he turned on the man. His fists came up again like he was about to attack again. Lachlan jumped forward and grabbed Clem’s arms, spinning him around and giving him a good shove toward his truck.
“Get out of here, Clem, before I tell your mother what you’re up to.”
That was the only threat Lachlan could think of that was big enough to get Billy and Clem Thornton to behave. Lilia Thornton was a sweet old woman who was adored by her sons. It was just too bad their father, Ira, was such a jerk. He was the largest influence on his sons and encouraged their appalling behavior.
Clem glared, retribution shining in his eyes. Lachlan knew he’d have to deal with Clem at some point. He just hoped he wasn’t alone when it happened. Even though Lachlan could hold his own in a fight, Clem had a good fifty pounds on him. He might not win that one.
“Clem…”
Clem snarled for a moment then spit on the ground right by the stranger’s foot. The man jumped back then sent Clem a snarl of his own. Lachlan thought he might attack and held his arm out between the two men.
“Go, Clem, now!”
“This isn’t over, Lachlan.”
“I didn’t think it was, Clem.” Lachlan didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Clem and Billy climbed into their truck and drove away. He wiped his hand down his face, not realizing until he did that he had little beads of sweat trickling down his temples.
Hearing a muttered oath, Lachlan turned to see the stranger lifting his motorcycle from where it lay on its side on the ground and moving out the kickstand. He squatted down and started running his hands over it. Lachlan assumed he was looking for damage.
“How bad is it?” he asked as he walked up.
“Damn cylinder head is broken.”
“Did Clem do that?”
“Your friends were waiting for me when I left the café back a ways. I got this far before he hit my back wheel and drove me off the road.”
“Clem and Billy are not my friends,” Lachlan said. He didn’t like being lumped in with those two idiots. “We just happen to live in the same town.”
“Nice town you have here.” The man stood up, his hands on his waist. “Do you welcome everyone like this?”
Lachlan felt like his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth as he got his first good look at the stranger, the totally drool-worthy, drop-dead-gorgeous stranger. He just stared for a moment, drinking in the man’s striking features.Yum!
Lachlan suddenly wished that they weren’t standing in the middle of the road in the dark. He wanted to get a better look at the man, preferably without his clothes on. Knowing the man was gay just made Lachlan’s cock ache.
“Yo, dude!” The man waved his hand in front of Lachlan.
Lachlan blinked, his face flaming. “Yeah, sorry, uh, no, not normally. People are pretty nice around here usually. You just happened to catch the two local jerks. Clem and Billy get into more trouble than anyone I know, most of it created by themselves.”
“They sound like real nice guys.”
“Well, I wouldn’t take them home for dinner, that’s for sure.” Lachlan chuckled. “My ma would skin me alive.”
“Your ma?”
Lachlan frowned at the man’s tone as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, do you have a problem with that?”
“No, man.” The stranger chuckled, waving his hands in front of him. “No problem at all.”
“Good.” No one got to make fun of his ma.
“Just never heard a full-grown man call his mother ma.”
“I doubt you’ve ever met anyone like my ma then. I’d probably lose more than the family jewels if I called her anything else.”
“Pity.” Lachlan could feel the man’s hazel eyes move up and down his body like a caress and almost groaned when they settled on his groin. “They seem like such nice family jewels. I’d hate to see you lose them.”
Lachlan swallowed hard. His cock was hardening at an alarming rate, and he was afraid his zipper was going to break. If nothing else, he might hurt himself if things continued like they were. There was only so much room in his jeans.
“Hence, why I call her ma.”
“Good choice.”
The man turned back to his motorcycle again, another small oath coming from him. Lachlan winced. There was a reason he tried really hard not to swear. His mother would wash his mouth out with soap. It had happened enough times that Lachlan just got used to not swearing.
“Is there a bike shop around here?”
“Yeah, but they’re not open until tomorrow.”
“Damn!”
“If you want to take your bike back to my place, I can make a call, maybe have the parts you need waiting for you in the morning.” Lachlan took a deep breath and went out on a limb. “I can offer you a hot meal and a place to sleep.”
“A hot meal, huh?” The dark eyebrow the stranger arched almost took him to his knees. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier. When the man reached out a hand, Lachlan readily took it, liking the strong grip he received in return. “Name’s Asa, Asa Miller.”
“Lachlan Blaecleah.”
“Thanks for the save, Lachlan.”
“Just in the right place at the right time.” Lachlan chuckled nervously, realizing that he still held hands with Asa. He quickly dropped it. “Clem and Billy aren’t too bad, not really. Their bark is worse than their bite.”
“And you?”
“Me?”
“How’s your bite?”
Oh, fuck me running, Lachlan thought to himself as he tried to swallow. He hadn’t had an offer like this in years, if ever. And it was clear to Lachlan that Asa was making an offer. The man was doing nothing to hide the interest in his eyes.
“Why don’t you come home with me and find out?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Asa could still taste Lachlan on his tongue, and he wanted more. The man was every cowboy fantasy Asa ever had all rolled into one tall, muscled man. Asa wanted to lick Lachlan from one end to the other then start the process all over again.
Lachlan opened the truck door and climbed out. Asa followed right behind him, scooting across the seat until he could swing his legs to the ground. Standing right next to Lachlan, Asa was glad to find that there was barely an inch difference in their heights, even if Lachlan seemed a bit thicker.
Asa liked knowing he held a man in his arms when he fooled around. And with the way Lachlan looked, he planned to do a lot of fooling around. He might not come up for air for days to come.
“So, about this bedroom…”
“Right this way.”
Lachlan backed up toward his house. Asa stayed on his heels, closing the door and eagerly following the man. Lachlan turned to open the door, and Asa’s eyes dropped to Lachlan’s jean-clad ass. He groaned at the sight.
Lachlan’s ass was perfect.
“Damn!”
“What?” Lachlan swung around just as he opened the door.
Asa grinned and attacked, pushing Lachlan into the house. His mouth came down on Lachlan’s before he could even get the door closed all of the way. Grabbing Lachlan by his shirt, Asa used the man’s natural force to close the door as he swung him around and pushed him up against the hard wood.
Asa pushed up against Lachlan, groaning into the man’s mouth as he felt the hard dips and curves of his body. His fingers went to the buttons of Lachlan’s plaid shirt, fumbling in his haste to get them open. It was especially hard considering he refused to take his mouth away from Lachlan’s. He just tasted too damn good.
The buttons eventually gave way, a couple of them coming free and flying across the room. Asa didn’t care. He’d buy Lachlan a new shirt. He wanted skin. When he pulled the material free and pushed it aside, hot, glorious, naked skin met his hands. Asa shuddered, a deep moan falling from his lips. Lachlan felt even better than Asa imagined.
“Off,” he whispered against Lachlan’s mouth when he reached the buttons on the man’s jeans. He wanted Lachlan naked, and he wanted him naked now. When he felt Lachlan’s hands move to his jeans, Asa leaned back and whipped his cotton shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. He’d get it later. He was too intrigued with the trembling he could see in Lachlan’s hands to be concerned with where his clothes landed.
“Bedroom?”
“The door to the left.” Lachlan nodded with his head in the direction of the door. He was just starting to unzip his jeans.
Asa reached over and grabbed the two edges of the open jeans with his hands and pulled Lachlan into the bedroom. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to find the bed then pulled Lachlan in that direction.
Reaching the end of the bed, Asa dropped to his knees and started tugging the tight jeans down Lachlan’s thighs. It was immediately apparent that Lachlan didn’t wear underwear, and Asa couldn’t have been more pleased. There was just something totally erotic about a man that went commando.
“Hot damn!” Asa whispered as Lachlan’s cock popped free from his jeans. He paused for a moment, taking in the glorious shaft. Lachlan was long and thick, and just about perfect. The only thing that would make Lachlan more perfect was if he truly knew what to do with it. That remained to be seen, but Asa was hoping.
“You swear too much.”
Asa blinked, glancing up in surprise to find grass-green eyes gazing back at him, a slight grin on Lachlan’s face. “I what?”
“You swear too much.”
“And?” Asa couldn’t believe Lachlan was chastising him when the man’s cock was bouncing in front of his face.
“Just saying…”
“Maybe I need to give you something else to think about.” Before Lachlan could reply, Asa leaned forward and licked the head of Lachlan’s cock. Pungent bursts of flavor exploded across his tongue as he licked away the small beads of pre-cum on the top of Lachlan’s cock.
Asa groaned and dove down, swallowing Lachlan until his nose was buried in the man’s curly pubic hair. He felt Lachlan shudder, the man’s body jerking forward as his hands buried in Asa’s hair.
“Fuck!” Lachlan shouted.
Asa grinned around the hard shaft in his mouth. That was better. If Lachlan had enough brain cells left to think about Asa swearing, then Asa wasn’t doing his job right. He wanted the man mindless with passion.
Asa began working the cock in his mouth, sucking in hard until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat then slowly pulling his mouth back up until just the head remained in his mouth. He licked the top and around the edge of the head then dove back down again.
Asa worked the jeans down Lachlan’s legs until they were pushed down against the man’s boots. He ran his hands back up the man’s thick, muscular thighs until he reached Lachlan’s firm ass, grabbing one butt cheek in each hand and giving it a good squeeze.
The long, full-body shudder that racked Lachlan’s body thrilled Asa right down to his toes. Lachlan was so damn responsive. Asa could tell instantly how much Lachlan liked something or didn’t like something, although he had yet to find anything that man didn’t like.
“Asa,” Lachlan groaned, “you keep that up and the show is going to be over before it gets started.”
Asa chuckled as he pulled his mouth off of Lachlan’s cock and leaned back. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He reached over and gave Lachlan’s cock one good stroke of his hand. “I want to feel this beauty pounding me into the mattress.”
“I can do that.” Lachlan sounded breathless. “I can really do that.”
Asa grinned and pushed himself to his feet. He toed off his boots and kicked them away then reached for the buttons on his jeans. He met Lachlan’s dazed green eyes then watched them fall down to watch what he was doing as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs.
Lachlan seemed mesmerized, just the way Asa wanted him. Kicking his jeans free of his legs, Asa moved back until he felt the bed hit the back of his legs then fell backward. He scooted up to the head of the bed, his eyes never leaving Lachlan’s face.
He grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking himself, his legs falling apart. The hitch in Lachlan’s breathing spiked Asa’s lust up to a fever pitch. This man was hot and wanting, and Asa was waiting to fulfill the need he could see burning in Lachlan’s eyes.
“Coming?”
“Oh yeah.” Lachlan started pushing his jeans down farther, growling softly when his boots interfered. He reached to push his boots off, and Asa groaned in protest.
“Wait!”
Lachlan glanced up.
“Leave the boots on.”

Book of the week nominee - Mating Heat

2011-01-14T17:09:00.001-08:00

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, as well as getting a custom made video from Goddess Fish Promotions to publicize their review and the win!

My story "Mating Heat" was reviewed by Whipped Cream erotic romance reviews this week and is up for Best Book honor this weekend.

(voting runs from Saturday, January 15th through Sunday January 16th).

You can find the information here on Saturday:

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

THE DIAMOND STUD - Available Now!

2011-01-13T20:52:00.000-08:00

Chad DeSoto thought if he escaped his past he would be free of it. Unfortunately sometimes the events you are trying to run from find you.

On a journey across country Chad finds sex everywhere he looks, but he only finds love in one place; California.

In a dimly lit club in San Francisco's Castro district, Chad meets Jeremy Houston and the sparks fly between them. What Jeremy doesn't realize is that Chad is on the run, but he may never escape the fear that follows him.

Sometimes life throws you curveballs, other times it gives you diamonds. The only problem is in knowing the difference.

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thediamondstud-506441-145.html

Coming Soon to The GA Hauser Collection LLC
THE HARD WAY

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5 Star & Top Pick Review

2011-01-10T19:03:00.000-08:00

Night Owl Reviews

Author: Stormy Glenn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, GLBTQ, M/M

Reviewed by: Greendragon

"I have never met a book written by Stormy Glenn that I haven't loved and The Cat's Meow, Assassin's Pride, Book One is no exception.

Noah Andrews is a wonderful young man who has many, many quirks. He is a neat freak, obsessive compulsive and a klutz. But he is warm, funny and very, very loveable. He meets Gage Tynan, who is an assassin when Gage jumps into Noah's car after a hit he was supposed to make goes wrong.

Gage is not sure Noah was part of the set up so he returns to Noah's apartment to get some answers. What Gage finds out about Noah totally shakes his world.

The lion may be king of the jungle but Noah the house cat is king of the pride!!!

I can't wait for the sequel to Ms. Glenn's Assassin's Pride. With as much smoking hot m/m scenes in this book the next will surely by a scorcher!"

See full review here http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Greendragon-reviews-Assassin-S-Pride-Book-One-by-Stormy-Glenn.aspx

Book Blurb & Info for Assassin's Pride, Book One

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is not always a bad thing…

Noah Anderson is odd and he knows it. He has a strong obsessive compulsive disorder that keeps him organized but distances him from the world around him. He doesn't have any friends, family, or even a lover. He's never had a lover.

When he finds himself in the wrong place at the right time, Noah discovers that the dangers posed by having sex for the first time pale in comparison to having sex with the assassin that comes to kill him, even if it means his life.

Gage Tynan is a killer. It's what he's always been. And he excelled at his job until he jumped into the car of a passing motorist when his latest mission goes wrong. The man driving is so odd that Gage suspects he might have been sent to harm him. Gage has no idea that the little man that asks him to take his cat will change his life in ways he has no clue of.

Gage is dragged into a world of shifters and exiled kings, one where his strength will be called upon to keep Noah safe from the pride soldiers sent to keep him from taking the throne.

http://silverpublishing.info/product_book_info/glbt-paranormal-c-82_53_56/the-cat-s-meow-p-124

Available now in eBook!

Coming in Print January 15th!

Coming January 15th from Silver Publishing

2011-01-09T23:46:00.000-08:00

Slave Auction - coming January 15th in Spanish.

Subasta de Esclavos
Espaciados Fuera De Amor #1

Rojan Ja'Dar es un bandido, un pirata que compra y vende cosas para ganarse la vida. Es su propio dueño, jugándosela al borde de la ley y respondiendo ante nadie. Al descargar su mercancía en un planeta en particular, descubre una mascota humana siendo vendida en una de las casas de subastas. Rojan rompe todas sus reglas y compra al humano para que sea su mascota. No es hasta después de haberlo adquirido que se da cuenta de que acaba de comprar a su compañero.
Marcar a Tyion no es tan fácil como comprarle. Al no darse cuenta del peligro en que se haya, Tyion lucha con todas sus fuerzas contra ser una mascota ansiada y admirada en el mundo de Rojan. Rojan tiene que convencer a Tyion que ser un compañero no es tan malo como ser una mascota, aunque tengan que fingir que Tyion no es más que una posesión ante el resto del mundo. Esto se complica aún más cuando alguien va a por Tyion, alguien que no es de la Tierra...

Coming in Print January 15th

The Cat's Meow

Assassin's Pride #1

Noah Anderson was in the wrong place at the wrong time and now a killer is after him. But what happens when the assassin sent to kill him turns out to be the best

thing that ever happened to Noah?

Coming in Print January 15th

My Girl

Nail polish, makeup, hair extensions, cute little skirts, a new life in a new city...what else is a guy to do when someone is trying to kill him?

Cowboy Keeper - finished & submitted

2011-01-09T23:44:00.000-08:00

Billy Thornton is a known troublemaker. He's spent the better part of his life doing whatever his brother Clem wanted of him from intimidating people to stealing from them. The consequences if he didn't were life threatening. Billy had spent more than one night healing after his brother got pissed at him.

The one thing Billy couldn't do was allow Rourke Blaecleah to be hurt. Billy had loved Rourke for as long as he could remember, even though he knew it was wrong. The only way he could deal with it was to everything in his power to keep Clem away from Rourke, and that meant putting himself in harm's way more than once.

When Rourke corners Billy one night and kisses him, things come to head. Rourke realizes that the man he has been looking for all of his life is right under his nose. Billy finds that he might actually be able to experience what loving Rourke is like in real life and not just his fantasies. And both men realize that what they have found together has put their lives in danger because Clem is coming for them and he's not happy.

For more on the Blaecleah Brothers series or to read the story and adult excerpt, go here... http://www.stormyglenn.com/blaecleahbrothers.htm

Best Book Nominee

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My story, "Heart Song" was reviewed this week and is up for Best Book honor this weekend. Please stop by and vote for your favorite book.You can find the information on Saturday. (voting runs from Saturday, January 8th through Sunday January 9th).

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Come chat with me!

2011-01-06T21:49:00.000-08:00

Two Lips Reviews Chat with Stormy Glenn

Tuesday, January 11th, 2010

8:00pm - 10:00pm (EST)

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkingTwoLips/

Win a free eBook copy of Pretty Baby, the 7th book in my Wolf Creek Pack series

PRETTY BABY - Available Now!

2011-01-03T13:05:00.000-08:00

PRETTY BABY

Wolf Creek Pack 7

By Stormy Glenn

Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M, Romance

http://www.bookstrand.com/pretty-baby

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.

Slave Auction - Book of the Week Winner!

2011-01-03T12:59:00.000-08:00

Slave Auction by Stormy Glenn
Spaced Out For Love 1
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Genre: Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Length: Full Length (180 pgs)
Other: BDSM, M/M, Anal Play, Forced Seduction, Fetish, Spanking
Rating: 4.5 cherries
Reviewed by Anemone

Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He is his own man, skirting the edge of the law and answering to no one. Arriving on a particular planet, he goes to drop off cargo and discovers a human pet being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he just bought his mate.

Claiming Tyion is not as easy as buying him. Not understanding the danger he is in, Tyion fights his situation as a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not from Earth.

Rojan Ja'Dar is excited when he meets his new pet at a slave auction. Tyion is a human kidnapped from his home on Earth only to be shoved onto the auction block. After a test of the goods, Rojan demands to buy him before anyone else sees him.

The chemistry between the two men is white hot and Rojan instantly knows this man is his mate and the need to make Tyion his in every way is strong. Although he was taken from his bed in the middle of the night and brought to outer space to be auctioned off as a sex slave, Tyion is receptive after he realizes he can't deny the bond building between them.

Ms. Glenn has written a beautiful book here, exciting and adventurous. Every scene kept me on the edge of my seat, waiting for what would happen next -- but there wasn't a whole lot of sex. As much as their chemistry burned bright, they just seemed to not take the opportunity. The book was still very enjoyable with crazy plot twists and excitement.

This book is the first in a series (not sure how many) but I'm definitely looking forward to book two and I can't wait until it comes out. While this book didn't have a cliffhanger ending for this couple, a secondary couple came racing into the spotlight. I'm hoping we'll find out what happens to them in book two of the series. To keep me going until then, I can visit Ms. Glenn's other books and I know I'll be picking up more books from this author in the near future.

Buy your copy today!

4.5 Delightful Divas for Heart Song!

2011-01-03T12:52:00.000-08:00

HEART SONG

True Blood Mate 1

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?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Samhain Queene’s Review:

Sweet and riveting, Heart Song by Stormy Glenn is captivating. Stormy has added another element to werewolf mythos. The story between Darren and Ash is touching and shows the depths one will go for their mate.

For ten years Darren thought he was crazy. That is until he met the man the voice belonged to. Granted neither meeting between them was ideal the issues surrounding them were necessary. The ups, downs, murderous intent, kidnappings and just plain craziness made their bond that much stronger. Ash spent the ten years away from Darren to make pack life better and bring them into the current century. If he hadn’t neither of them would have survived.

Being forced to rescue his mate and save the pups of another Alpha set Ash on a collision course between the past and the future. He always knew Douglas had taken issue with him becoming Alpha but he never imagined the machinations of his cousin Jenny and his Aunt Sarah. After meeting with the other Alpha and Darren setting forth his own will they were able to bring the pack into the future and create a safe and peaceful environment for them all.

I look forward to more in the True Blood series. Heart Song is a refreshing and wonderful love story. Stormy has an amazing way with the supernatural. She is always on my “to be read list.”

Rated 4 1/2 Delightful Divas by Samhain Queene!

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5 Kisses review for Bite Here, Too

2011-01-03T12:46:00.000-08:00

Blood Sacrifice
by Stormy Glenn:

Kidnapped by a Satanic cult, Jory is strung up as an offering in a ritual to bind a demon. Isaac Braden doesn’t mind being a demon most of the time. He does mind being summoned by evil cult members and forced to do their will. So he binds himself to the sacrifice Jory, instead of one of his summoners. Now he finds himself needing the blood and love Jory can offer him. Can Jory accept being bound forever to a demon?

Stormy Glenn again penned one amazing story with Blood Sacrifice. I loved the twists and turns this short story has. Isaac is a tricky demon. Just when you think you have him, you don’t...and I like that! He is also loyal and lovable, something you would not expect of a demon. I hope to see many more demon stories from Ms. Glenn in the future. I will certainly want to read them.

Enslaved
by H. C. Brown:

At midnight on All Hallows Eve, the doorway between realms opens. This allows humans and mystical creatures to intermingle. Chase has always wanted a dominate man, one that can be his perfect master. When an elf offers him a chance to find this master, he takes it. only to find himself in the center of a ritual he just might not get out of. Sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for.

Enslaved brings two very unlikely people together on All Hallows Eve. Chase is young and naïve, but he does know he wants a dominate man in his life. He just can't find anyone he trusts to dominate him. He takes a gamble that I found brave and foolish at the same time. The people he meets and the lover he takes send him on a magical journey. I hope H. C. Brown explores more in this realm. I really enjoyed the people in it and would LOVE to know more about them.

Overall, I found Bite here Too to be an excellent read, one I am going to keep on my keeper shelf for its originality, hot sex and wonderful plots.

Review by Tina, TwoLips Reviews

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Welcome Karen Mercury

2010-12-28T04:44:00.000-08:00

Let’s start getting your shine on. Tell us who you are beyond an author.
I’ve never really been anything other than an author, it’s odd. I must be the dullest person in the world. For several years I was an amateur mineralogist, which is why I have so many comparisons in my books, body parts to “rocks.” I can describe blue eyes in forty different gem ways. All of my hobbies relate back to writing in some way. I recently learned to shoot a bow and arrow, but of course I’m always thinking “I can use this in a book.”

Show us when you realized you had a passion for writing?
I was 4. I remember this as clearly as if it was yesterday! I was looking at a copy of The Bee Man of Orn thinking “What power there is in writing. You write down the world you see inside your head, and someone on the other side of the planet reads it, and is instantly transported into your world.” I think that’s why I learned to read and write so young. No one taught me—when I entered first grade, I already knew how to read. No one can explain it. My mother would read aloud to me and I’d look over her shoulder and put two and two together, I suppose is what happened. I was so eager to read everything I could get my hands on. I would win all the spelling bees, and one particularly crowning moment was making this boy cry when he lost.

Tell us your preferred writing genre and the genre you prefer to read.
I prefer historicals, because it’s so much easier for me to put myself into that time and setting. Sounds strange, but it’s much more comforting to go back to 1880s London than to imagine being a spy in modern-day Austin, Texas. Even if London is a polluted, dank, depressing hovel, to me it’s more glamorous and romantic. My first three historical fiction books were set in sub-Saharan Africa, not the most enchanting or alluring spots. To me it is, especially during the precolonial era—when men were men!

Going back to the beginning, show us the day you received your publication offer.
Oh, my. I was unable to have children, so one day I had an epiphany: “All my time is my own. All my money is my own.” See, I needed to look on the bright side, and stop sobbing into my beer. “I can get back to writing, and even get published.” This goes hand in hand with most normal people’s idea that “published writer” equals “rich.” Even though I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, I, too, had the light bulb that if I just sold one book, I could purchase a house. Mind you, the median house price in the Bay Area at that time was around $800,000 for a 1950s tract house.

So I got my first offer in 2005, for an odd historical romance set in 1897 Nigeria. I ran screaming down the street to my neighbors who were loading a tractor or a gun safe onto a flatbed (I lived in Sonoma County). I realized they might not know what I was shrieking about, so I streaked it back to my house and called my little brother. He goes, “A book contract, huh. So, let me tell you about my colonoscopy…”

Boy, that lust for life lasted all of, what? Five minutes? But what a great five minutes it was.

Ready to shine? Tell us the name of your book(S).
Working the Lode, the first in my trilogy of California Gold Rush-set books entitled Going for the Gold.

Going to California. It’s three thousand miles nearer to hell.
Mountain man Cormack Bowmaker meets up with Zelnora Sparks on the eve of California’s great rush—the discovery of gold. Zelnora is fleeing from her mentor, the mighty businessman Brannagh. They are being shadowed by the most scandalous Spanish bandit in the frontier. Joaquin Valenzuela wants to rob them of their gold, but soon discovers a desire for much more. Californians call for the pickled head of Valenzuela in a jar, but his passion for the two Americans overpowers his zeal for mayhem.

They band together in their quest for riches, love, and the good life. Bowmaker is a sharpshooter, his aim true. Valenzuela will slit the throat of anyone who wanders by. Zelnora knows where to find the gold. And Brannagh will do everything it takes to stop them.

They are about to discover the frontier—within themselves.

Release date December 29th, available for pre-buy today at http://www.bookstrand.com/working-the-lode

This new release is offered at a 15% discount for four weeks

What is your normal day like?
I wake around 4 or 5AM, and take my Newfoundland dog to her doggie daycare. Ishmael just has fun playing with other dogs a couple days a week. I say the word “school” and she jumps into my Miata. She’s a good girl, and she fits into my car. Then I shop for dinner, and come back home, start writing. I like it when things are quiet, no neighbors shouting. The birds are singing, and I can take a break and go garden or clean up the house in between scenes.

I set a goal for myself every day: “I’ll finish editing this MS,” or “I’ll make it to the end of this scene.” I set mild goals, nothing too strenuous. I usually knock off around 3 or 4, and go cook some elaborate dinner, in between watching Mythbusters™, Bones, or Criminal Minds. Did I say writing was stressful? No. It doesn’t have to be. You don’t need to be full of angst to write.

What would you say is a true hero?
I was just talking to my sister about this. She was bemoaning how modern men aren’t willing to put the tiniest shred of effort into things. Ten miles is “too far” for them to drive for a date. One guy proved unappealing when he told her to call after 9PM so he wouldn’t use up his phone minutes. That’s why I write historicals. It’s much easier for me to imagine a heroic man of the 19th century crossing a mountain range for the love of a woman, or slaying someone with a sword. Modern men think a cup of coffee is too much hassle. Basically, putting some incentive and energy into a quest is a heroic quality.

Which comes first, the story, the characters or the setting?
Definitely the story. The first book I sold, set in 1897 Nigeria, was inspired by an African art book I received for Christmas. There was the story of the most incredible civilization with vastly advanced bronze artwork that was being equated to Egyptian art, but it was still being cast at nearly the turn of the century! The forbidden city was decimated by the British Army because they wouldn’t stop their annoying habit of human sacrifice. No one had ever fictionalized this amazing story. In three days the entire civilization was sacked, because they wouldn’t open palm oil trade routes to outsiders.

Of course I would find it fodder for a historic romance. Sure, why not? So I studied Nigeria, and luckily have spent many months in Central African jungles, so I got the basic gist of the flora, fauna, sociology, and weather. Then I set a historical romance in Ethiopia, because I wanted to write the story of an insane Emperor who tossed subjects over cliffs taller than the Grand Canyon. If you sit around reading history books, enough bizarre stories just leap out at you, dying to be told. “Stranger than fiction,” as they say.

What is the big project you're working on now?
I am doing final edits on the second book in the Gold Rush trilogy, Either Ore. This time it’s set in the actual town of San Francisco, which was fascinating. Writing about a city I’ve known all my life back when it only had two thousand people! And I know about San Francisco’s horrifying “summer” weather, so I had to stick my people in the freezing fog even in September.

It was the most fun writing about the human-sucking streets. The mud was so deep people and horses would just disappear, literally by the side of the road. I decided that would be a good way for the hero and heroine to meet. So I had her get sucked waist-deep into this cesspool, and he hauls her out. Now that is heroic!

Tell us where we can find you on the internet.
www.karenmercury.com

And now for the fun part, the contest... Leave a comment for Karen and one lucky winner will win a free eBook copy of her book "Working the Lode".

PRIDE MATE

2010-12-27T06:19:00.000-08:00

PRIDE MATE

Katzman 3

AVAILABLE: Thursday, December 30th

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

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?

http://www.bookstrand.com/pride-mate

It Happened One Christmas...

2010-12-26T13:05:00.000-08:00

Chocolate fudge, peanutbutter fudge, peppermint bark, 2 pumpkin pies, chocolate silk pie, peach cobbler, lemon pie, chocolate and blueberry mini-cupcakes, mint, peppermint, and lemon divinity, chips and dips, finger munchies by the zillion... sausage and cheese bites, german pinwheels, empanadas, homemade salsa, homemade shrimp dip, homemade spinach dip, homemade buchetta marinara, and a 4 cheese, salami, and cracker tray...

And then there was dinner itself... an 18 pound turkey, spiral ham, homemade cheesy mashed potatoes, 2 kinds of stuffing cause daughter is a vegitarian and won't eat the apple harvest stuffing from the turkey, gravy, sweet corn, dinner rolls, and, of course, several cans of olives and cranberry sauce (the sliced kind, not the jellied)...

2 bottles of wine, 4 bottles of sparkling cider, 8 bottles of soda, and one jug of orange juice...

15 people for dinner...

Everything is on the table except for the ham, which is heating in the oven, and the tray of dinner rolls, which have been lightly brushed with butter and sit on acookie sheet ready to go in the oven to warm... it's a waiting game... 15 minutes and counting until dinner is ready...

Sudden inspiration strikes... wash some of the dinner dishes while waiting for the oven buzzer to go off... I turn on the water and started washing...and the sink starts to fill. I turn the garbage disposal on...grrrrr....and the other sink fills with water... I try again... both sinks fill with water.

"Honey! The sink is plugged!"

But wait, it's not just the kitchen sink. Somehow, in this 1963 split level house, the plumming has backed up so that none of the sinks, tubs, showers, or toilets (except for the one downstairs in the laundry room) work. There is no water, washing, or flushing.

So, now it's the next day...we improvised... my fancy Christmas dinner was eaten on paper plates with plastic forks instead of my beautiful fine china that only comes out for the holidays...the stack of dirty dishes from cooking sit on my kitchen counter unwashed and drying crusting to the dishes. It will take an industrialized sized sandblaster to get the food off these dishes by the time I get to them. My garbage can is overflowing. And I still have no way to clean anything.

However, the food was fantastic (even if I'm bragging)... the turkey meat fell off the bones before I could pull it off the turkey, the brown sugar ham was glazed to perfection, and my 5 month old nephew screamed bloody murder when his mother stopped feeding him cheesy mashed potatoes long enough for her to take a bite of her own food. My husband got to introduce the new nephew to fudge despite death threats from his parents, and I have enough left over so that I don't have to cook for days.

All in all, I think Christmas dinner was a success!

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope yours was as wonderful as mine, even with the quirks...

Stormy

Romantic Hero/Heroine Contest - WINNER!!!

2010-12-26T01:42:00.000-08:00

The stories submitted for this contest were great and I thank all of you for participating. While the winner has been chosen, I would like everyone that participated to know that I have had a ton of inspiration from all of these stories ideas. Due to the number of great stories ideas submitted, I have decided to choose two stories rather than one.

The winners are:

g_amor04@yahoo.com

and

kaida171@yahoo.com

I will be contacting you soon concerning the plotting and writing of your book.

Thank you once again to everyone for helping me celebrate the release of my 50th book.

Stormy

COWBOY EASY - Finished & Submitted

2010-12-20T14:10:00.000-08:00

COWBOY EASY

Blaecleah Brothers 1

Erotic, Cowboy, Contemporary, M/M, Romance

~ Coming Soon ~

Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.

Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at the man. He's a walking talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with cowboy hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?

Before Asa can decide, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?

Story & Adult Excerpts here... http://www.stormyglenn.com/cowboyeasy.htm