Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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


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.


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."
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?"
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."


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.

Monday, November 28, 2011

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Finished & Submitted - 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.


Blond hair sufficiently frosted and spiked?
Black eyeliner expertly applied to bring out the green in my eyes?
Lips plump, shiny, and looking like I could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose?
See through t shirt tight over chest and short enough to show off my belly button ring?
Pants low on my hips and hugging my ass so tight I can't breathe?
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—"
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 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.


"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.
"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.
"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?

Finished & Submitted - Cowboy Up (Blaecleah 5)


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?


"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.


"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."


"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.


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."

Monday, November 21, 2011


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.

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.

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.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


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.”


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 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.


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.

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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)

Monday, November 14, 2011



"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.

Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More



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?


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.


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.


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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Saturday, November 12, 2011



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?


“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.”


“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.”