Thursday, February 5, 2015

RELEASE DAY: Farmer in the Dell


FARMER IN THE DELL

Cade Creek 2
Mitchell Walker never wanted anything other than the simple life of a farmer—until he met Elliot Foster, and then his dreams changed. Elliot seemed to want the same thing until the day he disappeared without a word. Two years later, Elliot is back and Mitch has to decide if he’s willing to put his heart on the line again for a man that is afraid to commit.
Elliot Foster found heaven in the arms of a farmer. Family obligations tore him away and put him in hell. When the devil himself seems to have it out for Elliot, he does the only thing he can to protect himself and his family—he runs into the arms of the one man that means more to him than his own happiness.
But the devil has a long reach. When Elliot’s stepfather comes for him, will the men of Cade Creek be able to stop a man who believes he’s above the law or will Elliot pay the ultimate price for loving the farmer in the dell?


STORY EXCERPT
“Who’s the cutie?” Mitchell Walker asked as he watched the sexy little blond across the burning fire pit from him. He didn’t know if it was the way the flames seemed to highlight the sandy blond curls that bounced around his face when he tossed his head back and laughed or the simple joy the man seemed to take in just sitting with some friends around the fire.
Whatever it was, Mitch hadn’t been able to look away since the man sat down.
“Dude, could you be a little bit more specific?” Russell Bozeman, Mitch’s best friend since kindergarten replied as he waved his beer bottle toward the bevy of beauties sitting around the fire. “There’s a lot of cute out there.”
Mitch chuckled, his beer bottle hovering just inches from his lips. “The cute little blond sitting next to your brother.”
“Ah, that cutie. That’s Elliot Foster, Adam’s new roommate. I guess he doesn’t have any family to speak of so Adam invited him to come spend his vacation here with us. Mom adores him.”
“So, he’s just here for a couple of weeks?”
“Yep. They have to head back to the university in ten days.”
“That’s too bad.” Mitch kept his eyes locked on the cute little blond as he tipped his beer bottle up and took another swig. “I’d tap that.”
“Yeah?” Mitch could hear the curiosity Russ’s voice as the man gazed out across the fire. “He’s cute enough, I suppose.”
Mitch snickered. “He’s fucking adorable.”
Russ’s head snapped around. “I thought you didn’t do twinks.”
Mitch grinned wickedly. “There’s always a first time.”
He quickly downed the rest of his beer then scooted off the tailgate of his truck. Mitch walked over to the cooler someone had brought for the party and grabbed himself another beer and a coke for Elliot. Mitch hadn’t missed the fact that Elliot was not drinking alcohol.
Mitch took the long route, walking around the outside of the fire line before stepping over the log Elliot was on and sitting down beside him. He tapped Elliot’s empty soda can with the new one, holding it out to him.
Elliot’s eyes widened for a moment and Mitch almost felt like preening under the man’s clear astonishment. “I’m Mitch Walker.”
“E-Elliot Foster.”
“Yes, I know. I asked,” Mitch said, nodding toward the coke in his hand. “I thought you might be ready for a new one,”
“Um…” Elliot’s eyebrows drew together in confusion as he took the soda from Mitch and popped the tab on the top. “Thanks.”
Mitch hid his grin behind his beer and quickly took a sip. “I hear that you and Adam are roommates at the university.”
Elliot smiled as his eyes went to Adam. “Yeah.”
“What are you studying?” Mitch asked, wanting Elliot’s eyes back on him. He liked the shy way the sweet little man looked at him.
“Same thing as Adam,” Elliot replied as he looked back. “That’s how we met in fact, in school.”
That surprised Mitch enough that his eyebrows rose up. “You’re going to be a veterinarian?”
“Yep.” Elliot smiled as if he was proud of that fact.
“That’s cool.”
“What about you?”
“Naw, the university isn’t for me.” Mitch chuckled lightly as he shook his head. “I barely made it through high school.”
“Oh.”
“I’m a third generation farmer. Always have been, always will be.” Mitch wasn’t sure if it was curiosity shining in Elliot’s green eyes or distain at his chosen profession. But he wasn’t ashamed of what he did. He loved it. “I’ve been working the farm since I was old enough to ride on my daddy’s knee. I’ll do it until the day I die.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.” Mitch took a sip of his beer, turning his gaze toward the roaring fire. “There’s something very satisfying about watching your hard work grow right before your eyes and knowing that at some point, it’s going to feed your family or your neighbor’s family.”
Elliot’s head tilted, a quizzical smile crossing his lips, making him go from simply cute to astonishingly handsome. Mitch knew he’d have to get the guy to smile some more. He wanted another one of those devastating smiles.
“You really do love it, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Mitch hid his nervousness at the question by taking another sip of his beer.
In this day and age, not many people understood his love of farming. It was a lost art as far as he was concerned. Most people either bought their food at the supermarket or owned large commercialized farms that produced product for mass markets.
The individual farmer was a thing of the past.
“That’s cool.”
Mitch glanced at Elliot out of the corner of his eye, not sure if the guy was laughing at him or not. The earnest look on Elliot’s face surprised him. “You think being a farmer is cool?” Mitch had heard weirder things, but not many.
“I don’t know much about being a farmer but loving what you do is cool. I think if more people did what they actually wanted to do instead of what they were told to do or thought they had to do, there would be a lot more happy people in the world.”
“Yeah.” Mitch took another sip of his beer, watching Elliot. He was a strange little dude, cute, but strange. “So, you always wanted to be a veterinarian then?”
“Oh yeah.” A wide grin spread over Elliot’s lips. “When I was around six years old, a couple of baby birds were born in a nest outside my bedroom window. I was fascinated by them, watched them for hours every day. When one of them fell from the nest, my mother said I was hysterical. She brought the baby bird inside and put it in a box.”
Elliot chuckled as his gaze dropped down to his hands. “I think she thought the bird would die and was preparing it to be buried in the backyard. Instead, I took the bird down to our local veterinarian. I went down every day, taking out the trash and sweeping the floor to pay the bill. Several weeks later, the vet and I freed that baby bird. As I watched it fly off, I knew that I wanted to be able to do that, to keep animals from dying and set them free.”
Okay, it was definite now. Mitch was totally intrigued.

ADULT EXCERPT
Mitch rolled to his back, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest as he laughed. Elliot soon joined in the laughter. He was really beginning to adore Elliot. The last week spent with the man was turning out to be one of the best he could remember in a very long time.
Mitch reached over and pulled on Elliot until the man was draped over his chest, looking down at him. He groaned and grabbed Elliot’s hips as Elliot squirmed around, their cocks brushing together through their jeans.
“I want to fuck you, Elliot.”
Elliot’s eyes widened, and he nodded after a hard swallow. “Okay.”
Mitch was a little shocked. There had been some kissing and light touching between them since that night at the lake, but nothing more than that. Mitch was pretty sure that Elliot was inexperienced or close to it. No matter how horny Elliot made him, he didn’t want to do anything the man was uncomfortable with.
But he had to ask.
He reached into his pocket, grabbing the lube and condom he had stashed there before leaving his house that evening. He wasn’t exactly planning on getting laid but he had been raised to always be prepared for anything.
And he had a lot of hope.
“Get naked.” Mitch could barely remember to strip his own clothes off as he watched Elliot get undressed. Short the man might be but small he was not. Apparently, god had made up for Elliot’s smaller body by giving him a very impressive cock.
Mitch wondered if Elliot had ever topped and if he could talk him into it at some point. Mitch liked it both ways. And he would love to feel that bad boy pound into his ass.
But first…
“Turn around. I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”
Elliot’s entire body flushed at Mitch’s request. He bit his bottom lip and then turned around, giving Mitch a beautiful view of his ass. Mitch flipped the lid on the lube and squirted a small amount down Elliot’s crease.
“Give me your hand.” Elliot reached back, giving Mitch his fingers. Once he lubed his lover’s fingers, Mitch set the bottle aside and guided Elliot’s lubed hand toward his hole. “Have you ever done this before, Elliot?”
“No,” Elliot admitted as his fingers felt around his tight entrance and then one of the digits pushed past the ring of muscles. Mitch’s cock hardened even further at the sight. He groaned as he watched. Elliot slowly pushed another finger inside of his ass.
Mitch reached between their bodies, grabbing the base of his cock to stop the orgasm threatening to erupt at the sight. After Elliot inserted a second and then a third finger, Mitch reached up and massaged his pale mounds, kneading them in the palm of his hands as he watched the erotic sight right before his eyes.
“I’m ready.”
Mitch moved his hands out of the way as Elliot turned back around. He started to climb off of Mitch, but he stopped Elliot from going anywhere. “I want you to ride me.”
Elliot bit his lips as he glanced around.
“I’ll show you, honey.” Mitch repositioned Elliot while holding the base of his cock. When the tip of his shaft touched Elliot’s hole, Mitch had to breathe out. “Go slow.”
Elliot placed the palms of his hands on Mitch’s chest as he slowly lowered his body, impaling himself onto Mitch’s aching erection. Mitch tensed and groaned, his cock aching in ways it never had before.
“You feel so good, Elliot. You’re so fucking tight.”
Elliot blushed at Mitch’s words. It was cute as hell.
Mitch grinned up at him and then gripped Elliot’s sides. “Tell me when you’re ready to move, honey.”
Elliot took a few breaths and then nodded. Mitch braced his feet on the ground and then tightened his hold on Elliot’s sides as he thrust upward.
“Oh god!” Elliot shouted as he fell forward. “Do that again.”
Mitch wrapped his arms around Elliot and began to drive up into the man’s tight ass over and over again. His head was swirling and his body was humming as his cock took pleasure in his lover’s body.
Elliot leaned forward and captured Mitch’s lips. The kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy through Mitch as he thrust harder. Mitch broke the kiss, nipping Elliot’s ear. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” Elliot grunted as he pushed back, sitting up straight and planting his feet on either side of Mitch. Mitch lifted his hands up, giving Elliot something to hold onto as his lover took over and rode Mitch like a pro.
“Oh, this feels so fucking good.” Elliot’s head rolled back onto his shoulders as his lips slightly parted. He bounced on Mitch’s cock, taking Mitch straight to the edge. Mitch released one of Elliot’s hands and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s bobbing cock, determined to make Elliot come first.
“Oh damn!” Elliot shouted as white ropes of seed shot from the head of his cock.
He shuddered and his rhythm faltered as his orgasm took over. Mitch grabbed Elliot and thrust a few more times, shouting Elliot’s name as his seed spilled into his lover’s hot channel. Elliot collapsed onto Mitch’s chest, sweaty and gasping for breath. Mitch wrapped his arms around Elliot as he pulled the blanket over them, settling them back in the hay for a long nap.

 

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Broken Nail Diva


BROKEN NAIL DIVA
Coming April 16th
Harper Brooks refuses to be anybody except who he is, and who he is shocks most people. When he meets a gorgeous man at a sidewalk café, he has no problem telling him exactly what he wants—in vivid detail. When the Memphis rejects him, Harper hides his hurt behind flippant words and a flash of indignation, but forgetting the man might prove impossible.
Memphis doesn’t know what to think when he’s propositioned by an imp with dreamy blue eyes and an ass to die for. He doesn’t do relationships—ever—and one night spent in the gorgeous man’s bed isn’t enough. Memphis wants more. He just knows he can’t have it. Nights of passion could lead to the sexy little diva dying at the hands of Memphis’s beast.
When Harper gets kidnapped by a madman, Memphis runs to the rescue, and in doing so reveals his darkest secret. But there is a lot more going on than either of them know, especially when the bond between them creates more than either of them expected.



STORY EXCERPT
"Oh snap, I broke a nail."
Harper Brooks held his hand up in the air and curled his lips back in abhorrence as he looked at the chipped nail at the end of his index finger. This was going to ruin his entire day. He wasn't scheduled to see his manicurist for another week.
This just would not do. He could not walk around for the next seven days with a chipped nail. Not only would he snag it on everything, but knowing it needed repaired, he'd pick at it constantly. Harper's head snapped around, quickly scanning his surroundings until he spotted a small round table at a sidewalk café.
Perfect.
He made a beeline for the black iron table out in front of a small corner café and nearly collided with a stranger. The bastard took his seat. Harper ignored whoever it was as he set his bag down on the surface of the table and started rummaging through it. There were some things more important and he didn't care who'd gotten there first or who stole the chair. His bag was claiming the table.
"Don't let me bother you."
"Oh, you're not bothering me." Harper waved a dismissive hand at the man—not the chipped one—even as he inwardly acknowledged that the man's low and smoky voice had a profound impression on his libido. He almost gave up the search for his nail file to give his attention to the man at the table but he really hated having a chipped nail.
"Yes!" Harper pulled out his nail file and started buffing the damaged nail. He still needed to make an emergency appointment with Madeline but at least buffing it out would get rid of the rough edges.
Harper blew on it to get rid of the nail remnants. "There, that's better." He dropped his nail file back into his bag and then turned to look at the man sitting there staring at him like he had never seen a man buff his nails before.
As if.
It was instantly clear that the devilishly handsome man was not from Harper's little hometown. Besides the fact that almost everyone here was a cowboy of some sort, and this guy was decked out like a businessman, right down to the fancy silk shirt, Harper would have noticed any newcomers that looked this damn good.
"Hello, honey." Harper poured syrup into his voice and batted his eyelashes.
"Excuse me?" The stranger's voice was courteous yet patronizing. The dark eyebrow was blatantly condescending.
"Aren't you just the thing." Harper started fanning himself as he looked the massive man up and down. Even sitting, the guy was nearly as tall as Harper. He was a mountain Harper wouldn’t mind climbing. "Honey, the things I could do with you, to you, or even let you watch as I do them to myself."
Harper tapped his finger against his lower lip. He watched the man's nostrils flare when he slid his finger between his lips and gently bit down on the tip. He loved being naughty and this man deserved so much naughtiness. "If I had you naked for ten minutes, I would lather you up and slid down your pole." Harper's entire body tightened as he started to fantasize about this guy's pole. "Maybe five minutes."
The stranger frowned as he crossed his hands over his delicious abdomen and leaned back, appraising Harper. "Do you always talk to strangers in such a manner?"
Harper winked at the guy. "Only when I want him to bend me over the nearest flat surface."
Harper sighed when the gorgeous man continued to stare at him like he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Too bad. This one was really hot. They would have had a scorching time together. Harper reached out and trailed a finger over the skin exposed at the top of the man's open shirt. He breathed in deeply, the stranger's masculine scent wrapping around him like fur brushing over naked skin.
He stepped between the man's muscular thighs, invading his personal space before tugging gently on the edge of his silk shirt. "The things I could do to your delicious body would make your eyes roll to the back of your head." The fire that infused the stranger's golden eyes told Harper his message had gotten across to the handsome man.
Harper pouted, sticking his lush lower lip out. He knew his lips drew men in. He looked like he could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose. He probably could. His oral abilities were damn near legendary.
They were a breath away from each other. He could feel the sexual magnetism that made the man so confident. It sent a shot of lust sizzling through Harper's body, hardening his cock into a steel pipe.
Daring to move closer, Harper tilted his head and nuzzled his nose just under the line of the man's square jaw, sniffing and rubbing against him. "Goddess, you smell like sandalwood and leather. I'd bath in your scent if I could, bottle it up and take it home so I always had it near me."
Harper was a little shocked by his forwardness, but not much. He had long ago decided to be who he wanted to be and fuck everyone else. If they didn't like him the way he was, so what? They didn't have to stick around. Harper wasn't changing for anyone. Besides, it wasn't every day he ran across men this breathtakingly handsome. He wasn't passing up the opportunity.
Harper leaned back just enough to peer up at the man through his long eyelashes. The looks he was receiving from the stranger ran a gamut from confused to intrigued to insulted to aroused, and the aroused one was the one Harper was interested in.
Aroused was freaking fantastic.
"It would be even better if you put that scent on me the old fashioned way when you fucked me into the mattress."
Harper knew it was coming but still, he was disappointed when the man grabbed him by the arms and gently set him aside. Most people didn't understand him. He shouldn't be surprised when Mr. Tall and Gorgeous didn't.
"Enough." The word was growled, firm, the message clear.
And oddly, it stabbed at Harper's heart. His cock and enthusiasm went flaccid.
Refusing to let the stranger see how much his rejection hurt, Harper plastered a smile on his face—the same one he used when going to dinner at his parents' place—and stepped back. "Your loss, darling. I could have tickled your fancy with my tongue until you screamed for mercy." Harper winked as he started to turn away but paused and added, "And I swallow."


ADULT EXCERPT
Harper yawned as he turned off the bathroom light and made his way to his bed. He scratched his abdomen, his fingers sliding easily through the small trail of brown hair that went from his bellybutton to his groin. He crawled between the sheets, wiggling around until he found the perfect spot.
Goddess, he loved these sheets. A present from his best friend, they were soft and silky and stayed cool in the summertime, crisp against his hot skin. He closed his eyes as his head sank back into the plush pillows stacked behind him.
Harper didn't know how long he laid there before he huffed and opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. It had been like this for three nights now. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those damn gold colored eyes staring back at him. He couldn't stop thinking about the gorgeous stranger.
It was destroying his life.
Well, it destroyed any chance he had of finding someone to come home with him for the night. Harper had tried. He had gone out clubbing with friends last night and tonight. He had come home alone each night. The thought of anyone touching his skin was almost a physical pain.
It sucked.
Harper slid his hand down under the blankets and wrapped his fingers around his cock. The fact that he was hard came as no surprise to him. He felt like he had been hard for forever. He had jerked off more in the last three days than he had when he discovered gay porn on the internet. It happened in the most inconvenient places, too… work, the grocery store, riding the subway home from work, even when he went out with Truman for dinner.
His dick was actually starting to get mileage burns.
Harper began to wonder if he would continue to have a hard cock for the rest of his life. It was like being on a bad Viagra trip, except he didn't take Viagra. And it only got worse when he closed his eyes and thought of the gorgeous man from the sidewalk café.
He was freaking doomed!
Every time he thought about the handsome stranger, his cock filled and thickened. He just wanted to feel the stranger's hands on him or in his mouth. He wanted to feel the man's cock sink into his ass, and pound him into unconsciousness.
With his eyes still closed, in his mind, he could see the stranger fisting Harper's cock, stroking him to completion. He tightened his own fist around his shaft and began stroking from root to tip. He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-come around and squeezing lightly. Harper bit his lip as his pumped his hand to the rhythm his hips were setting.
His thumb slipped over the head of his cock, giving him a natural lube to use as he thrust into his hand. The harder he stroked, the more he fell into his fantasy until he couldn't tell if it was the stranger's hand or his own. As the pressure built, he started moving his hips faster, thrusting into his tight grip.
It didn't take long before his balls were pulling up tight. A web of arousal spun around him as he squeezed his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when he felt the tingle shooting up his spine
As his thumb brushed over to tip of his cock once more, Harper's legs trembled and his breath caught in his throat. Feeling himself about to explode, he flipped back the covers and then let his other hand fall down to fondle his balls.
"Come for me," a smoky voice whispered into his mind, clouding all reason and making his fantasy complete.
"Fuck!" Harper screamed as hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, splattering his chest and under his chin. He panted heavily as he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to get laid or buy more batteries or something, whatever it took to get his mind off of some guy he had met for five seconds on the side of a street.
A guy who had firmly rejected him.
As he reached for a wet wipe to clean up with, Harper wondered how the stranger would feel if he knew he had become prime masturbation material. Remembering the muscles the man had sported and the friendly pat he had shared with his friend, Harper knew the guy would probably hand him his head if he knew how deep Harper's arousal ran.
It was too bad.
Harper really could have rocked his world.

 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Mate Challenge (King's Command 5)

MATE CHALLENGE
King’s Command 5
By Stormy Glenn & Olivia Black
Coming March 12th
By the King’s Command…
When the high council orders a mate challenge in his name, King Críostóir is furious. There is only one dragon he wants as his mate. But in order to have the man he’s loved for years, he’ll need to enter his own mate challenge as one of the contestants. 
Trust doesn’t come easy for Kurgan. Only one man has ever held his loyalty. When a mate challenge is ordered, Kurgan is enraged until he arrives and discovers one of the contestants is the man he has had an on again off again affair with, and then he is enraged. If he beats his lover then he becomes the king’s consort. If he loses, he loses the man he loves.
When an attack comes and the mate challenge canceled, the truth King Críostóir has kept from Kurgan for over twenty years is revealed. Despite the betrayal burning in Kurgan’s eyes, King Críostóir must depend on the dragon to help him save his kingdom, and hope Kurgan will listen to him if they survive.


STORY EXCERPT
Your presence is requested…
King Críostóir looked from the parchment to his advisor and back again in stunned disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. It seemed that the council was enforcing the mate challenge rule. Since taking over as king, Críostóir had done everything his father’s advisors suggested in an effort to make the change of leadership smooth for his people. But, he was met with opposition at every turn. Not only were his people in a state of unrest, but it seemed his enemies thought this was the perfect opportunity to attack.
He might not want to be king, but he refused to be dethroned. He wouldn’t allow anyone to take his position or his crown. Críostóir would fight. He had already done everything he could to insure that his borders were strengthened by bonding the dragon leaders with the human leaders. They had been able to repel all invaders so far.
And yet, the council still wasn’t satisfied. If he had his way, Críostóir would remove each council member from their positions and send them packing. He was just as tired of their interference as his father had been. Unfortunately, they seemed to be a necessary evil.
The normal one month celebration period that most new kings enjoyed had been turned into a yearlong odyssey for Críostóir due to the fact that his older brother had been trained to be king and not him. The council wanted to give him time to learn the laws and grow used to wearing the crown. If all fared well, he would officially take the crown one year from when his father died. Until then, he was on a bizarre form of royal probation.
“Is this supposed to be a joke?”
“No, sire.” His advisor bowed his head respectfully. “This is the way things are done. Now that each territory is secure, you need to find a mate. It’s the only way...”
“The only way to…?” He stared at the man waiting for him to finish his thoughts.
“It’s the only way your people will continue to follow your command, sire. It’s the only way to secure your position. You need a mate and an heir. It will give the impression that you’ve settled down and that you are mature enough to take the position from your father.”
“I was chosen by my father to be his heir. This wasn’t my decision. I’ve given you a lot of leeway since you were my father’s advisor and he respected you but this”—Críostóir balled up the parchment paper and tossed it across the room—“isn’t happening. I will not choose a mate based on an archaic ritual.”
“Unfortunately, you cannot change this particular law, Your Majesty. It was created centuries ago when our kingdom was in a great period of unrest. Many have tried to change it, but it’s impossible.”
Críostóir scoffed at the idea he couldn’t change one lousy law. If there was a way to change it, he was going to be the one to do it. He was the king, after all. If he couldn’t change the laws, what good was he?
The law was archaic at best, outdated and overdue for a change. How could anyone be expected to find a mate based on a challenge? Men competing to become his lover, it was ridiculous. The strongest man could win and still be a horrible choice for him and his kingdom. Críostóir refused to be mated to someone he didn’t choose.
The advisor continued, “The summons have already been sent out, Your Majesty. Two men will arrive from each territory, one human and one dragon, within the next two days.”
“The council expects me to find a mate from these men?” Críostóir raised a brow. Would the council really accept someone of a lower station to serve the court by Críostóir’s side? “Anyone? Their status doesn’t matter? The council will accept the winner without question.”
“Yes, sire. Current social standings do not matter in a mate challenge. All the men will compete in various challenges. It’s not solely based on physical strength or mental aptitude. It’s a combination of many trials. There will be a point system and the winner will become your mate.”
Leaning back against his throne, Críostóir blew out an aggravated breath. It didn’t seem as though he had any options. He had to fulfill his father’s last wish and become king. His older brother wasn’t an option, and his father had known it for ages. Críostóir adored his brother and understood his father’s decision, accepted it.
He had always had a close relationship with his father. The former king was one of the only men that Críostóir confided in. If only his father were here now, Críostóir would ask for his advice and guidance. He wouldn’t let his father down, not now.
“What are the conditions of this mate challenge?” He wanted to know how much wiggle room he had to work with.
“According to the ancient law, one dragon and one human from each of the kingdom’s territories must be summoned to participate in the mate challenge. They are to be given tests to insure the strongest and the wisest is chosen to mate with the king.”
“And that is all the law says?”
“Yes, sire.”
Perfect.
“I will agree to the mate challenge on two conditions.”
“Yes, sire.”
“There will be one winner from each territory, human or dragon does not matter. That includes this territory.”
“Sire?”
“You’ve sent out summons to the territories to the West, North, East, and South. You need to include the center of our kingdom.”
Surprisingly, the advisor grinned. “Yes, sir.”
“I want a warrior named Kurgan to be notified. He will be the dragon chosen from our kingdom to compete. I also want the council to understand that winning the challenge does not guarantee that I will choose the winner to be my mate. I will choose the best person for the position from those participating, both as my mate and my royal consort. Also, the winner needs to agree to be my mate without coercion from anyone. I will not mate with an unwilling man. I will not tie someone to me that doesn’t want to be my mate. I won’t doom us both to a lifetime of misery.”


ADULT EXCERPT
“Hello, Kurgan.”
Círan put down his belongings and Kurgan rushed him, wrapping his arms around the only man he’d ever loved. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“It’s good to see you again,” Círan replied.
Hearing Círan’s voice was a soothing balm to his soul. How long had he been hoping and praying to see the man again? Their relationship had been a secret that lasted years. Whenever they were in the same territory the heat and attraction between them was instantly sparked and Kurgan found himself falling back into bed with the handsome man. No promises were ever made, but Kurgan wanted the other man to know how much he meant even if the two of them couldn’t be together.
Kurgan reluctantly let go of Círan.
Stepping back, he allowed himself the pleasure of looking the other man up and down, inspecting his form. Círan stood at six foot four inches with golden eyes and black hair. He looked exactly the same, even after years of separation. In his mind, Kurgan had always been able to conjure up Círan’s image. But over time, it seemed that his memory hadn’t been able to do the man justice.
Círan was breathtaking.
“Gods…” Kurgan breathed out. He shook his head still unable to believe that the man was really standing before him.
Círan grinned, flashing a line of straight white teeth. “I’ve missed you.”
Kurgan cupped Círan’s face with his hand. He knew that he should stop and have a conversation, but he couldn’t control himself. Lifting the man’s face, Kurgan leaned down and connected their lips. Nothing else mattered. Kurgan needed to taste Círan more than he needed his next breath. Círan seemed to melt into Kurgan as their bodies connected. His chest met Círan’s and Kurgan cursed, wishing they were naked. 
Kurgan moved his hands, caressing and touching, as he moved his fingers. He gripped the bottom of Círan’s tunic and pulled up. He disconnected their lips for only a moment, long enough to remove the tunic and toss it to the ground, before reconnecting their lips in a passionate kiss. Kurgan tilted Círan’s head back, giving him better access to the man’s mouth, before pushing his tongue between Círan’s lips.
Kurgan groaned when Círan’s tongue met his, dancing and swirling. Moving one hand to the back of Círan’s head, he dropped the other to the man’s ass, gripping the muscled flesh still hidden behind the material of his pants. He pulled Círan closer, forcing their straining erections to touch. When Círan moaned and started moving his hips, Kurgan grinned. It was always the same between them. Hot and erotic.
It didn’t seem to matter how much time passed, they easily fell into the same routine as if there was no separation at all.
Kurgan dropped his hands and pulled the string that kept Círan’s pants up. One hard tug and the material fell away.
“Gods above,” Círan whispered.
“Mmm…” Kurgan licked his lips, tasting Círan. “I want to feel you around my cock.” Kurgan wrapped his palm around Círan’s hard dick and the man bucked, fucking his hand in wild strokes. “Bed. Now.”
Kurgan needed space for what he hand planned. He didn’t want to abandon his lover, but the two single beds wouldn’t be enough. Dropping his hand, Kurgan immediately started pushing the beds together. When he was satisfied, Kurgan turned back toward his lover. Círan stood gloriously naked, a big smile on his face.
“Come here, baby.” Kurgan rarely used endearments, but with Círan he couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to caress and love. He wanted an infinite amount of time to taste and kiss. It always seemed like they were under some sort of time limit before the next call of duty. Today though, Kurgan planned to take his time. He didn’t give a damn about the mate challenge. They could start without him.
Círan strode toward him and Kurgan sat down on the edge of the bed. He touched Círan’s hips, moving his hands up, down, and around. The man’s skin was soft and warm against his calloused hands. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You always say that.”
“That’s because it’s the truth.” Kurgan touched every inch of flesh he could reach, purposely ignoring the cock begging for attention. When a pearly drop of pre-cum bubbled from the head of Círan’s dick, Kurgan leaned forward and licked it up.
“Please!” Círan shouted out, his hips rocking forward.
Kurgan understood the plea. It had been a long damn time since they had been together. Not wanting to punish them both of another second, Kurgan gripped Círan’s hips and wrapped his mouth around the man’s cock. Having Círan’s needy cock in his mouth made Kurgan moan. He inhaled Círan’s masculine scent through his nose and became light headed.
“Kurgan…Kurgan…Kurgan…” Círan chanted his name like a prayer. Kurgan wrapped his forked tongue around Círan’s dick as he sucked. “Ah…ah…ah…” erotic, nonsensical sounds spilled from Círan’s lips spurring him on.
Kurgan’s mouth was full. He swallowed, taking the entire length down his throat. Círan shoved his fingers through Kurgan’s hair and gripped the strands as he started moving his hips, fucking Kurgan’s mouth. Kurgan opened wide, allowing Círan to do whatever he wanted.
“I’m gonna…” that was the only warning he received before Círan came down his throat.
Pulling back, Kurgan licked and kissed Círan’s shaft. He stared at Círan. With his mouth open and cheeks flushed, the man was entirely too sexy. He was everything Kurgan had ever wanted in a lover. Having Círan back made Kurgan’s heart yearn for something he couldn’t have, a long term relationship. They had discussed it before, but each time came to the same conclusion. Their family obligations were too great and stood in their way.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Círan said, breaking the silence.
Kurgan raised a brow and grinned wickedly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

RELEASE DAY: Highland Heart

HIGHLAND HEART 
King's Command 1

AVAILABLE NOW!

Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, Mpreg, shape-shifters, HEA

By the King’s Command…

Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignites when the king commands them to mate and fortify his borders to the north. He is heartbroken when he discovers that his new mate has no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?

Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.

Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.

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

STORY EXCERPT
 
Artúr groaned as he rolled over and snuggled against the warm naked body curled up on the mattress next to him. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so damn much the night before but the party had been going so well, and the drinks flowing like water.
His head was pounding. Oh wait. That was the door.
With the thought of killing whoever was making his head throb, Artúr rolled to the side of the bed and got to his feet. He winced when his bare feet touched the cold stone floor. He missed the furs he had at home. Artúr stumbled to the large wooden door and flung it open, ready to take the head off of whoever had interrupted his sleep.
Or not.
“Can I help you?” he asked as he took in the two extremely large royal guards standing in his doorway. Well, they kind of stood just beyond it. They wouldn’t fit in his doorway at the same time. Artúr wasn’t even sure they would fit through the doorway one at a time.
What did they feed these guys?
Oh, right…cows…entire cows.
“Laird Artúr,” one of the guards said in a booming voice that made Artúr wince, “the king has requested your presence in the throne room.”
Artúr blinked. “Now?”
It wasn’t even light out yet. Artúr was pretty sure he had just gone to sleep. And he had really been enjoying himself. The cute little server he had taken to his bed last night was still tucked in his bed, which was exactly where Artúr wanted to be.
When the guard just continued to look down at him with a deadpan expression, Artúr rolled his eyes. These guys had no mercy, or sense of humor. “Do I have time to take a shower?” It wasn’t against the law to appear before the king smelling of sex, but it was kind of rude.
The guard leaned forward and sniffed, his lip curling back in a disgusted grimace. Considering he was standing there stark-ass naked with a gorgeous little blond in his bed, what had created that smell shouldn’t have been surprising.
“Ten minutes,” the guard said.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll wait.”
Or course they would. Both guards turned and took up positions in front of the door. Artúr stared at them for a moment before remembering he only had ten minutes. He shut the door and turned, rubbing his hand down his face as he tried to pull together the inebriated brain cells in his head.
Called before the king.
While the previous night was a little bit of a blur, Artúr was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything that would bring his clan shame or land him in the dungeon. And, while he wasn’t the king’s favorite, he wasn’t his enemy either.
Things had been tense in the highlands, but they were tense everywhere. Relations between humans and dragons had been tense for centuries. It was nothing new. And even if they were tense, there had been no real battles between the two races in several years.
After taking over as laird after his father’s death, he had worked very hard to bring about a truce between his clan and the dragon clutch that shared his highland territory. So far, except for a few small skirmishes by idiots with too much time on their hands and alcohol in their systems, things had been relatively quiet.
Artúr was really hoping to keep it that way.
He walked into the bathroom and climbed into the tub, thankful for the wonderful copper tubing that brought hot water into his bath with the turn of knob. The king was a freaking genius for having these things put in.
Artúr scrubbed down, doing the quickest wash job he had done since military school. Shit, shower, and shave. He had been an expert at getting it done in under ten minutes. Of course, that had been over fifteen years ago. He preferred long hot soaks in the tub nowadays.
Artúr dried himself off just enough so that his clothes wouldn’t stick to his body and then walked back into the bedroom, heading straight to his traveling bag. Thankfully, he had packed for a few days when he had been ordered to attend the king’s coronation—a month-long affair.
He grabbed out a clean pair of black leather pants with matching black leather vest. The white shirt he wore underneath the vest was tight around his torso but loose in the arms, tapering down to his wrists. Artúr finished off his outfit with black leather boots that came up to just below his knees and his silver ceremonial dagger in a sheath at his hip.
Artúr ran his fingers through his hair as he headed for the door, pulled it open, and stepped out. He cast one last regretful look at the gorgeous little man still sleeping in his bed and then shut the door. He would so much rather be back in bed with the sexy little server right now. Attending the king first thing in the morning was not his idea of a good time. Still, an order was an order, and if he was going to be restrained, he preferred to do it with a lover and not the guy in charge of the dungeon…unless he was really cute.
Artúr waved his hand, gesturing down the hallway. “Lead the way.”
 
ADULT EXCERPT
 
Artúr moaned and shifted under the thick blanket. He was having the most amazing dream, but somehow he knew he was waking up from it. He didn’t want it to end. Warm moisture surrounded his cock as suction slowly built, sending his body into a whirlwind of pleasure that he hoped never to recover from.
Shivers coursing throughout Artúr’s body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth of Dainéal’s body. His legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was too much. Dainéal’s tongue was teasing his cock as the dragon lapped at his shaft, running his mouth along the length.
“Shit!” Artúr shouted when Dainéal began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Dainéal’s unnaturally long, forked tongue flickered over the very tip of Artúr’s cock, his lips creating a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.
Dainéal murmured Artúr’s name around his cock, sending Artúr into a wild frenzy of lust. He began to fuck Dainéal’s mouth in earnest, watching as the head of his cock slid down the dragon’s throat over and over again. Artúr’s legs shook, his body stiffening as his orgasm drew ever closer.
Was it too early to come?
His back arched, and he cried out when Dainéal slid his fingers into Artúr’s ass, making his cum erupt in spurts of white ribbons. Artúr’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of lightning shot through his body.
“My turn.”
Artúr blinked, trying to clear his cloudy vision.
His turn?
“Wha—Oh, mother of pearl!” Artúr’s entire body clenched as he was impaled on the glorious studded dick from his dreams, one that inquisitively poked and prodded in all the right places. The arched ridges that encircled the thick shaft scraped along Artúr’s sweet spot with every thrust.
The astonishing length and impressive girth took Artúr’s breath away. It had been way too many years since he had felt something of that size in his ass.
Glancing up, Artúr saw that Dainéal’s vivid blue eyes burned with an intense hunger that took Artúr’s breath away. The dragon was going to eat him alive.
Artúr closed his eyes and pushed back. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Artúr’s body to the hilt. Artúr could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it as Dainéal began to move inside of him.
“I’m going to fuck you until I come in your hot, tight ass,” Dainéal whispered into Artúr’s ear.
“God, yes!” His throbbing cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing Artúr further. He arched his back higher as a breathless moan escaped his lips “So deep…inside. God, Dainéal…I can feel you.”
Dainéal pounded Artúr’s ass harder. Artúr’s body arched into the dragon’s as Dainéal plunged into him over and over again, thesmall nubs that lined the length of Dainéal’s cock caressing him, enticing him, drawing a moan from deep within his soul. Every inch of his body was hypersensitive and greedy for the man’s touch. Artúr couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold Dainéal tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening inside of him.
Artúr tightened his inner muscles as the ridges that ran from the root of Dainéal’s shaft up to his belly button rubbed along the sensitive sac beneath his cock. There was so much stimulation Artúr didn’t know how much longer he would last.
“Dainéal…oh my…fuck…Dainéal…” It had been so long since he had felt this level of ecstasy. No one he had been with over the last fifteen years had given Artúr this much gratification.
Only Dainéal.
And Dainéal was driving him insane with pleasure as it washed over Artúr’s body. His balls drew up tight against his body, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Not when Dainéal was fucking him so thoroughly.
“Artúr!” Dainéal cried. “Can’t stop, can’t…”
“Do it!” Artúr said when he saw that Dainéal’s canines had dropped down.
 

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Monday, January 5, 2015

RETRO RELEASE SPECIAL DISCOUNT: Honor Bound

HONOR BOUND

Viking Lore 1

Available Today!

Erotic Alternative Historical Fantasy Romance, M/M, Gods, Mpreg, Shape-Shifters

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.

Retro Release Special Discount: This title is offered at a 50% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 16th

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AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Highland Heart

HIGHLAND HEART

King's Command 1

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AVAILABLE: Thursday, January 15th

Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, Mpreg, Dragon Shape-Shifters, HEA

By the King’s Command…

Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignited when the king was commanded that they mate and fortify his borders to the north. He was heartbroken when he discovered that his new mate had no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?

Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.

Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.

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