Sunday, March 29, 2015

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Starting Something (Cade Creek 5)


Cade Creek 5

Available May 21st
Hank Vaught had a past, one that made him wary of relationships. When the man he’s interested in betrays his trust, Hank refuses to have anything to do with him. But fate has a way of making a man regret decisions made in haste. When Sammy’s life is threatened, Hank is the first to run to his rescue. Getting Sammy to agree to speak to him again might be harder than finding the serial arsonist that is plaguing Cade Creek. It might be damn near impossible.
Sammy Helmond wanted Hank with a need that clouded every decision he made. Not knowing what he did to get Hank to kick him to the curb, Sammy tries to move on with his life. With nothing to lose, he gives into family pressure and moves away from Cade Creek. But even that solace is denied him when he finds himself engaged to be married to a woman who needs rescuing more than he does.
Desire brought Hank and Sammy together. Betrayal kept them apart. Can they learn to trust each other or will their chance at love be over before it can even really start?

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

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

Friday, March 27, 2015


4 STARS: “I loved that Ms. Glenn, again, gave us a story of opposites that fit. Ricky was an omega and thought as weak when the strength he needed just for survival was incredible. Sawney saw and appreciated Ricky’s character and struggled to protect him and, he fought to make a way for them to be together. Ms. Glenn wove a tale where the loved Ricky and Sawney had for each other could be seen throughout. It was well written, well developed and well worth the wait.” -- Titania, Manic Readers

4.5 STARS: “Ms. Glenn and Ms. Black presented new challenges in this addition to the series. We have a melding of a new relationship into an old and all the differing parts that brings outside of the sex, which was hot by the way. I loved how well they articulated the feelings and desires of each character. Each character was equal in the relationship and it showed. This story was well written and a wonderful addition to this series.” -- Titania, Manic Readers
4 STARS: “I loved that Ms. Glenn packed an enormous amount of emotion into such a quick read. She gave us two characters that had to learn the hard way sometimes love isn’t enough. However, she also showed us love and trust can overcome much. She managed to do so with very few words and without being preachy. This was an enjoyable read that showcased Ms. Glenn’s talents quite well.” -- Titania, Manic Readers

4 TWINKLING STARS: “The start of the Cade Creek series by Stormy Glenn is Happy’s Ever After.  I really enjoyed the character of Happy.  His name really fits him.  He is a gentle giant who cares deeply for others despite the hard ships and violence he was raised with.  Happy deserves the happy ending he gets he has more than earned it. Marc is the perfect man for Happy. He is a deputy. And a protective man by nature.  He is patient and kind as well. Something that will make him the perfect match for Happy, who has not seen as much of the world as the rest of us. There are some scenes that are not for the faint of heart. The abuse that Happy goes through is really bad, but it was essential to the plot that we know that.   I felt Ms. Glenn handled everything with her usual grace and understand of the situation. She has an amazing voice as a writer and this story shows it very well. When you want to start a series with emotional angst and characters you will never forget this is the one for you.” Redz, Redz World

5 SHOOTING STARS: “From the very first words in this story by Stormy Glenn, I realized why I am such a fan.  She gives us such strong male characters full of honor and integrity and Jake was a perfect case in point.  He is given a job and he is the best at what he does.  He trains his men and steps up when more is needed.  And then when he learns that he was lied to, does Jake moan and complain?  No, he sucks it up and makes lemonade out of lemons…Ms. Glenn gave us a wonderful story that was full of love and respect.  I wasn’t ready for it to end and you won’t be disappointed when you meet The Major’s Warriors.” – Luna, Redz World

Thursday, March 26, 2015



Elemental Demon 2

Nicholas Dane is happy that his friend Gabe has found the love of his life, even if he can never return to the surface world. The same cannot be said for Nick. He knows who his demon mate is, but Storym won't give him the time of day.
Storym knows the surface dweller, Nick, is his Demonas Amaté. But he also knows that claiming the man would place Nick's life in danger, and Storym can't allow that. He has a hard enough time dealing with Nick's need to save the world. He doesn't need to bring more danger to the man.
Afraid that he won't be able to deny himself if he stays, Storym leaves without saying good-bye to Nick. His heart broken, Nick returns to the surface world to lose himself in his work as a police detective. Unfortunately, the shadow demons seem to know who he is, and they start coming after him. Nick's only chance is to return to Jinnistan. But even there, his life is in danger because someone has their sights on Nick, and they will let nothing interfere in their plans, not even an Air Demon bent on claiming his mate.
This title is offered at a 50% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 9th

RELEASE DAY: Fireman's Flame


Cade Creek 3
After seven years, Chester Bailey has called it quits. His divorce has finalized and he’s packed up his life with plans to move to Cade Creek. But fate has a sense of humor, which Chester discovers when he’s involved in a car accident just as he reaches the small country town. Rescue comes in the form of the sexiest fire chief Chester has ever seen…and maybe a new love interest.
Fire Chief Jack Helmond is used to being called to the scene of accidents. It’s part of the job. When he discovers a frightened young man pinned in his car, the job takes on new meaning. Rescuing Chester becomes personal.
But Chester’s past refuses to give up so easily. His ex won’t let a little thing like a new lover or even divorce papers stop him from claiming what he believes is his. If Jack has any hope of keeping the flames of romance burning between him and Chester, he’ll need more than fellow fire fighters to help him. He might need all of Cade Creek.

Chester shook his head as the red traffic light he was stopped at turned green. He knew it was going to take a whole hell of a lot more than a desire to start a new life for it to actually happen, and he hoped his friend Yancy could help.
Chester eased the car into traffic once again, heading for the Cade Creek Diner, a place he had been to before and fallen in love with. Granted, it had taken a lot of talking and some heavy eyelash fluttering to convince the cook to add a few vegetarian dishes to the menu, but now that he had, it was one of Chester’s favorite places to visit in Cade Creek.
A vegetarian cheese omelet sounded like just what he needed before calling Yancy and asking the man to come into town so they could talk and he could explain to him how his life had gone so horribly wrong…and then ask for his help.
Chester didn’t even have enough time to scream as something hard and heavy slammed into the side of his car. The sound of metal on metal was horrendous, and one he would never forget, but it was better than the sound his vehicle made as it was crushed like a tin can—with him inside of it.
When the world stopped spinning, Chester found himself lying against the door of his small car, his legs pinned by the steering wheel and the dashboard. Pain made his vision blurry as it exploded throughout every inch of his body. His very cells screamed in agony. Something warm and wet trickled down the left side of his face.
Chester made sure he didn’t move any more than he had to as he took stock of his injuries. His head ached but not as much as his legs. Fire burned down them like his skin was being peeled off. Tears sprang to Chester’s eyes when he was able to wiggle his toes. He wasn’t paralyzed, but it was obvious from the amount of pain he was feeling that something was seriously wrong.
When he lifted his hand to the side of his face, he could feel wetness and jagged flesh. He had a gash on the side of his head. Chester suspected that he had hit his head on the side window as the glass had shattered, most likely from his head hitting it as the car flipped through the air. There were some cuts on his face and neck, also most likely caused by the breaking glass.
“Are you okay?”
Chester turned to see a well-groomed dark-haired man looking down at him from the passenger side window, which strangely enough seemed to be the top of his car now. “What happened?”
“A truck ran the red light and hit you.”
Well, that would explain it then.
“I’m Kapheri.” The man had a very interesting accent as he spoke. “Can you tell me your name?”
“Good.” Kapheri smiled. “Do you know where you are, Chester?”
“Um…in my car.”
“True.” Kapheri chuckled. “Can you tell me where your car is?”
Chester almost said “in the street” but he knew the answer the man was looking for. “Cade Creek.”
“Can you tell me what year it is, Chester?”
Chester frowned. “Really?”
“Afraid so.”
“Twenty fifteen.”
“Good, good.” Kapheri’s perfect white teeth gleamed when he smiled. “Okay, an ambulance is on its way. Try not to move.”
“Thank you.” But he really didn’t have any plans to move any time soon. It hurt too damn much. “The driver of the truck? Was he hurt?”
“He walked away without a scratch on him.” A deep scowl crossed the man’s face as he looked up and past the car at something Chester couldn’t see. “The police should be here in a minute or so to take him into custody. The bloody bastard reeks of alcohol.”
Chester sputtered with bitter amusement. “I’m going to die because some asshole had too much to drink and decided to take a five-ton truck for a joy ride?”
That sounded like his luck.
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to die, but…yes.”
“Is…” Chester licked his lips, wishing he had something to drink. They felt so dry they hurt. “Is there anything left of my stuff?”
Once again, Kapheri lifted his head and looked beyond what Chester could see. “You might be able to salvage some of it but I’m pretty sure the trailer is a total write off.”
“Damn.” He hadn’t taken the insurance out on it. In retrospect, that had been pretty stupid of him. He had been fairly confident of his own driving skills. He never dreamed he’d have to worry about some ass wipe with too much to drink ramming into him. “There’s snow in my car.” Chester didn’t know why that was important, but it seemed to be.
“You hit a snow bank, Chester. There’s snow over fifty percent of your car.”
“Oh.” Chester screamed as he involuntarily tried to move his leg and a spike of pain ripped through his body that was worse than anything he had ever felt in his life. He was positive he was going to die because nothing that hurt this bad couldn’t be fatal. “Ho–how far away is…is that ambulance?”
“Soon, Chester.”
Chester almost cried out when the man’s face disappeared. He wanted to beg the man to stay, to not leave him alone. But another face appeared, one that took Chester’s breath away with its sheer masculine beauty, and with the way he was panting that was pretty hard to do.
“Hey, I’m Jack. I’m a fireman. Someone called and said you were having a little trouble today.”

Jack was nervous, anxious. He was excited. His date with Chester was due to start in thirty minutes. He was supposed to go to Chester’s place where they would have dinner and then spend the evening together, and maybe the night. He wanted to make a good impression on his new love interest. Keeping Chester happy was his top priority, especially considering this was their first real date.
Jack wanted everything to be perfect.
After their little interlude in the bathroom at Chester’s apartment two weeks ago, they hadn’t been able to get together until today due to a heavier than usual work schedule and Chester’s move into his new place. Nightly phone calls that lasted late into the night had sufficed, but it would never take the place of being with Chester in person. The image of holding the sexy man in his arms had been burned into his memory for all time.
Jack glanced at the bouquet of wildflowers sitting on the seat next to him. Purchasing them had seemed like a good idea at the time. Everyone liked to be romanced, and Chester deserved no less. He wanted Chester to feel important, special.
Now, he wondered if he was making a mistake buying them. Chester was a guy. Not a lot of guys bought flowers for other guys. Maybe he should have brought a six pack of beer and a pizza instead of flowers and a bottle of red wine.
God, he was goober. He was thirty-eight years old and he felt like he was getting ready to go out on his first date with his high school crush. If the guys at the fire house could see him now, they’d laugh themselves silly.
Jack pulled into a parking spot down the street from Chester’s new apartment and turned off the engine. He could see the lights on through the tall second-floor windows. His lips curved into a small smile when he saw Chester’s shadow pass in front of the window. He glanced at his watch. He still had another twenty minutes before he was supposed to arrive. He was a tad bit early.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and dialed Chester’s number.
Chester answered a moment later. “Hey, handsome.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a deep gravelly voice.
Chester’s laughter eased Jack’s nerves. “A smile.”
“Damn,” Jack groaned as his cock hardened just that fast. “I’d like to see that.”
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
Jack groaned again, palming his hard cock through jeans. It wasn’t enough, not when Chester laughed again, only this time, the sound was low and sultry. Jack quickly glanced around. The street was vacant, not a soul in sight. He sat near the end of the street, his truck shadowed by the building he was parked in front of.
It was enough.
Jack reached into the glove box and pulled out a few wet wipes he kept in there. He set them on the seat next to him and then unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He wrapped his fingers around his aching length and started slowly pumping his hand up and down. “Talk to me, baby.”
“What would you like me to say?” Chester asked in a silky voice that dug into Jack’s senses and sent his arousal skyrocketing. He didn’t know anyone else that could set him off as fast as Chester Bailey.
“Anything.” Jack pumped faster, tightening his fist around his shaft. He began stroking his length from root to tip. He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-cum around and squeezing lightly. Jack bit his lip as he moved his hand to the rhythm his hips were setting.
“I could tell you how excited I am to see you tonight.”
“Oh, so am I, baby. I can’t wait.” His balls were starting to pull up tight to his body. 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. He grabbed the wet wipes he had pulled from the glove box and held them over his cock.
Chester’s voice dipped even lower when he spoke again. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Fuck!” Jack shouted as hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, hitting him on his chest and under his chin. He smacked the dashboard as his dick jerked wildly in his hand and pumped ropes of cum into the wet wipes.
“Did you just jerk off?”
Jack chuckled. “Maybe.”
“Where in the hell are you?”
“Look out your window.” A moment later, the curtain moved and Chester’s face appeared in the window. “Down the street on your left.”
When Chester glanced his way, Jack raised a hand and waved.
“What are you doing out there?” Chester asked.
“Waiting until our date.” He glanced down at his watch. “I have another ten minutes.”
“You also have a police car coming up behind you.”
“Damn it!” Jack heard Chester laughing hysterically when he dropped his cell phone and started shoving his spent dick back into his pants, zipping them up. He just got himself smoothed down and everything cleaned up when a light shined into the window of his truck and he heard a knock on the window.
Jack groaned when he turned and saw Deputy Nick Hale standing there with a flashlight in his hand. He rolled the window down, praying the deputy hadn’t seen his lapse in judgment. “Is there a problem, Nick?”
“No, just checking to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes when Nick scanned the interior of the truck. “I have a date in ten minutes. I’m waiting.”
“Uh-uh.” Nick grinned. “And the flowers?”
“For my date.”
“I see. Well.” Nick chuckled with a great deal of amusement. “You have a good night then, chief.”
God, grant him restraint.
“You, too, Deputy Hale.” Jack waited until Nick walked away before rolling up his window and then picking his phone back up. He could still hear Chester laughing. “It wasn’t that funny, Chester.”
“Yes, it was.”

Wednesday, March 25, 2015




AVAILABLE: Thursday, April 2nd

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.

"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.
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."

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.

Monday, March 9, 2015

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: The Vampire's Assistant



AVAILABLE: Thursday, March 19th

Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, HEA

Jon Brighten had a brand new college degree, a student loan dogging him, and a spot to sleep on his sister's couch. He knew needed to find a job and move out, especially when he heard that his sister and her husband were expecting a baby. It was time to find his own place, but first he needed a job.

Applying for the personal assistant position to the reclusive Nikolas Vaile, CEO of Vaile Industries, one of the largest pharmaceutical and research companies in the world, seemed a little too high seeking, but what did Jon have to lose?

His blood?

(Formally part of the Bite Here anthology - revised & extended by 13,000 words)

Monday, March 2, 2015



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.