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Love at the End of the World Anthology - 3rd Story Profile!

Heart of Survival by Ashlynn Monroe


McKaye Tanner lost everything when the world ended. She grew into adulthood without anyone she could trust. She’s not sure what’s left of civilization, but from what she’s seen, it’s not much.


Reece Rogers has worked hard to keep his small band of survivors alive. He doesn’t take any bullshit or risks. But when he sees a young woman running from a group of the contaminated he can’t turn his back on her and takes a gamble to save her.


Can two battle-scarred, lonely people find love in a world that wants to destroy everything good about being human?


Q) Tell us an interesting fact to your story.
This was a challenge to write because my hero only has one arm. The love scenes were especially difficult because of his disability, but like the strong man he is, he made it work. *wink*
Q) How did you narrow down what catastrophe to use for the apocalyptic theme?
I wanted to pick a world where the disease was realistic, but extreme. I picked a form of leprosy that was very contagious and made its victims dangerous. This infection was a lot like a zombie virus, but has a basis in reality that I hope is a little frightening with its what-if potential. 
Q)  If you were thrust into your story, do you think you’d survive?
Nope. My kids always come first so I have a feeling I’d die doing something foolish to protect them.


Excerpt
McKaye’s lungs burned and her legs ached as she ran. She’d stayed in good health considering most of her life she’d lived in the apocalypse, but she’d never exactly been a marathon runner. Her endurance hit the wall and her mortality rushed at her like a freight train. She would die.
Terror gripped her—and so did a hand. Shrieking, she fell helplessly through a doorway. Gazing up, she stared into the gray eyes of a dark-haired male. His graying beard was dark against his gaunt, but beautiful face. He was gorgeous. Thick lashes framed his eyes. He held her around her waist in one arm, and she realized his other appendage was missing below the elbow. His clothing was tattered, but clean.
Slack-jawed, she lay like a mindless fool as he pulled her inside the building and closed the door. He let her go, and then held his finger to his lips as the sound of sicks running past the building made her breath catch. She lay in his lap, still stunned, while the loud rumble outside began to lessen.
“Who are you?” McKaye whispered.
He held up his finger again, and she waited with him until the rabble outside had moved farther away.
“I’m a friend. I have to lead those contaminated in another direction. Follow me, and trust me.”
It took her a second to realize he was talking about the sicks. Trusting a stranger seemed as stupid as messing with that herd of trouble that just passed by. “Why?”
“I have people at the warehouse. I need to keep the contaminated away long enough for them to get away and go home.”
“Home?” She felt like a parrot, and not a very smart one.
“Yes, we have a safe place. You’re welcome to come with us if you haven’t been touched by the contaminated.”
“I haven’t. Besides, if I was, you are too now.”
“Fair point. Do you have people?” he asked.
“Not anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” His condolences sounded genuine.
She nodded. “Thanks. It was a long time ago.”
“When I noticed you at a distance I thought you were a child.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No offense meant. I have a lot of questions for you before I take you to my people, but those will have to wait until that herd you’ve brought are taken care of.”
She didn’t like how it sounded as if he was blaming her. She wasn’t someone who would have brought danger to strangers purposefully. “I wasn’t trying to endanger your people.”
He shrugged. “Of course. Come on.”
He stood, and she followed him. Her body still ached from her dash from her house. Home.
He looked outside, then motioned for her to follow him out the door. She didn’t even know the man’s name, but she went with him across the street, and she noticed they were a few blocks behind the sicks.
He rushed to the old bank building and grabbed the fire escape ladder, pulling himself up and climbing. Arm strength wasn’t one of her survival skills, but she took a running jump and managed to pull herself up enough to get her foot in the bottom rung. The guy climbed with one arm, so she could at least try since she had two.
Something about this guy made her trust him. She’d stopped playing it safe the moment she went home. At this point following this guy seemed like as good a plan as any. So she climbed.
The guy pulled himself onto the roof. McKaye didn’t look down. She hated heights. She wanted to climb down, but curiosity made her follow him to the roof. He was all the way across by the time she made it up. He wasn’t even winded, and she was totally out of breath.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
He took off his backpack. “You’ll see.”
Scowling, she watched him take something out of his pack that looked a lot like a grenade. He pulled the pin and heaved the explosive, hard. McKaye scooted farther away from the edge of the roof and covered her ears as the boom shook the building under her.
“Are you fucking crazy?” she hissed.
He turned to look at her, grinning. “I’ve been told I am, more than once, but right now I’m totally sane. Trust me.”
This guy was asking a lot from her. More than he could possibly know.
He pulled out another explosive. “Ready?”
Before she could say nohe pulled the pin. She covered her ears as he tossed the danger away from them. The roof shook. She sat there, uncertain. This guy was crazy! She tried to stay calm, but it was hard. She was at the mercy of a stranger—a stranger with grenades!
Another blast shook the world. She pressed her hands tighter against her ears, waiting.
The maniac seemed pretty happy as he pointed. “It’s working.”
“The explosives?”
“Yes. The herd is moving toward the river.”
“Water won’t kill them. They’ll walk on the bottom.”
“That doesn’t matter. They’re getting away from my people.”
She restrained her urge to freak out at him. Her hermit-like existence left her out of practice at being human. “Your people aren’t the only ones left. Don’t you know how many families are out there?”
“What?” His brows drew together as his lips compressed. He blanched.
“Yes, a bunch of boats are floating together in the center of the river. You’ve just sent sicks out there that will walk on the bottom of the water and could sink the boats.”
“I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I had no idea there were people out there.”
“There are. What are we going to do now?”
He paused. “I have a few more of these.” He held up another explosive.




BIO & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS
Ashlynn Monroe has been dreaming up stories all her life but didn’t share them with anyone until she was thirty. She’s a busy mom with a full-time job, great friends, and a unique sense of humor. She’s just a regular girl, who’s in love with the idea of happily-ever-after. She’s honored to be multi-published by some of the best publishers in the industry. Ashlynn survives each day by dreaming up her next tale of romance.


www.ashlynnmonroe.com
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Love at the End of the World - 2nd Story Profile!

BLURBThe Reset by Imogene Nix

Elaine is just an ordinary woman, but when the apocalypse occurs, she must find a way to survive in an increasingly hostile world. Enter Liam, the policeman who saves her at their first meeting and provides assistance as they try to cope with the zombie outbreak brought about by an unknown infection that’s spreading out of control.
Together they form a community, trying to save as many lives as they can, a place where people can be safe. Even in the throes of disaster though, emotions creep up, taking both of them by surprise. Who knows? They might just get their happy ever after...if they can survive.


Q) Tell us an interesting fact to your story.
This is actually going to be the first story in a whole new series (I started writing it about a year ago, but haven’t finished it… I didn’t realise I’d need this story first!)
Q) How did you narrow down what catastrophe to use for the apocalyptic theme?
It was simple. My daughter wanted a zombie story and a friend kind of talked me into it…
Q)  If you were thrust into your story, do you think you’d survive?
I’d like to think I would. I’m resourceful enough to have thought up this scenario after all J


 BIO & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS

Imogene is published in a range of romance genres including Paranormal, Science Fiction and Contemporary. She is mainly published in the UK and USA due to the nature of her tales.

In 2011, Imogene Nix (the pen name not Imogene herself) was born. Imogene sat down and worked tirelessly for 3 months culminating in the books Starline, which became the first in a trilogy titled, "Warriors of the Elector." 

Imogene has successfully been contracted for twenty-five titles.  She has also completed several others. In 2017 Imogene decided to self publish most of her further works - a plan which is in train.

Imogene is a member of a range of professional organisations world wide, and believes in the mantra of mentoring and paying it forward.
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She loves to drink coffee, wine & eat chocolate and is parenting 2 spoiled dogs and a ferocious cat along with her husband and 2 human daughters.


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Love at the End of the World - Story Profile

I have been very privileged to work with this talented group of authors before on our Sex, Love & Aliens Anthology (Beachwalk Press).  I loved writing my stories of the alien invaders called the TEV, aliens who are able to alter the DNA of humans to make hybrids. This time around we got to write about finding love at the end of the world. The main theme is hope in an otherwise hopeless world. My main character is Jo. She comes from a painful past and is a nurse with a realistic sense of how to survive in a decimated world. When she meets Luke and his teenager daughter Casey, she's suddenly involved. More than she wants to be, because to survive means not giving a shit about anyone.  I loved this story mainly because Jo is forty. You really don't read about strong heroines out of their twenties or thirties. As I get older I find my heroines are also getting older. I hope readers enjoy Jo and Luke's story as much as I liked writing it!
  Blurb

Jo was one of the lucky ones. She survived the virus that decimated eighty-five percent of the world’s population and now searches for a sanctuary in a ruined world. She trusts no one, keeping to herself, until she meets Luke and his daughter, Casey.
Suddenly she’s involved, and emotions she thought she had iced over long ago invade her self-imposed isolation. The more time she spends with Luke, the more she wants him, leaving her conflicted. Does she stay with him? Or will she continue her trek to find a heaven among the apocalypse?


Q) Tell us an interesting fact to your story.
The majority of people don’t know their blood types so many may not be aware that about fifteen percent of the population has what is known as negative blood. I happen to be one of those people. Scientists aren’t really sure where this blood group came from, making it an interesting type of mutation and known as the Rh factor. Simplified down, positive blood has a protein on the cell which makes it “positive”. So I came up with a virus that attacks this protein, and as it kills the blood cell it kills the person.  My story takes place about a year after this virus began to spread.

Q) How did you narrow down what catastrophe to use for the apocalyptic theme?
Believe me, this was difficult! I knew that a couple of authors were going the zombieland way, so I wanted to do something different. However, all the scenarios I dreamed up would’ve required a longer version instead of the set parameters of an anthology story. It took me about a month to come up with Heaven For Us.  

Q)  If you were thrust into your story, do you think you’d survive?

Yes, because I happen to have negative blood! I found out when I got pregnant and realized my boyfriend had positive blood. When this happens, the mother must get a shot called Rhogam so if the baby’s blood is positive then the mother doesn’t build up antibodies to the baby’s blood. The shot is administered in the butt and it hurts.  When my son was born his blood was tested and he’s negative as well, so he and I have the two rarest blood types. (And I didn’t need that damn shot after all)

EXCERPT
“Look, thank you for protecting her, but you don’t know anything about us.”
“You’re right, I don’t know anything about you two, but I do know what it means to survive. Turn her from your daughter into your son, if you really want to protect her.”
Jo shook her head and started to march past him to leave the alley, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her. It was the first time in a long time that a man had touched her, and instinct had her trying to pull away, but the small spark of electricity when their skin met confused her so she stopped her struggle. Instead, she glared at him. “Let go of me.”
The man stared at her, hard, and when their gazes met, butterflies fluttered in her belly. “You’re a woman,” he finally said, surprised.
“You don’t have to sound so shocked.”
“I’m not. I mean…you’re a pretty good aim…” His voice trailed off, as if he knew exactly how sexist his words were.
Jo was quite aware of how she looked. She’d cut her once-long hair off and deliberately kept her face a little dirty to disguise her rounded features. His disbelief was warranted, but instead of pissing her off his unease amused her.
“I’m a pretty good aim…for a female?”
“It sounded better in my head.”
“I’m sure it did.”
“My name is Luke,” the man said. “And this is my daughter Casey.”
“I’m Jo.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Casey blubbered through tears. “I didn’t mean any of it!”
Casey’s shaky voice jolted Jo, and she took the opportunity to pull her arm out of Luke’s grasp, stepping far enough back so he couldn’t touch her again. Despite herself, she was curious about Casey’s words, so she waited for Luke to explain.
“We had an argument,” Luke said over Casey’s head. “She said she wished it had been me who died instead of her mother.”
“Ouch,” Jo said, wincing.
“I didn’t mean it!” Casey wailed.
“Keep your voice down,” Jo said. “Sorry to hear about your mom, Casey, but this new world sucks and girls like you are worth a lot of money, so try to put the teenage angst behind you in order to survive this messed-up world. ’Kay?”
Casey nodded. Jo turned to the dad. “Now, the chance of someone not hearing those gunshots are about zero to nil, so I suggest you skedaddle and forget about—”
Before she finished what she was saying, the sound of another gunshot ripped through the alley. Luke gasped and grabbed his side, stumbling forward into her and trapping Casey between them. As a shrill whistle pealed through the night, Jo instinctively raised her gun and fired, causing the whistle to abruptly end, followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground hard. For a split second, Jo couldn’t believe she just killed one of the haven guards.
Love at the End of the World Anthology   Five stories of couples who just might find love at the end of the world. That is, if they can survive.
His Bounty by Jaye Shields After the nuclear war decimated much of the population, causing widespread infertility, the Stork Company became a billion-dollar industry. Caleb Black is the company’s top bounty hunter, bringing in healthy men and women to contribute to the breeding program and put babies into the hands of wealthy citizens. Few people willingly sign up to be a breeder, so hunters need to be tough and devoid of emotion. But Caleb’s newest target cracks his hardened heart. Aurora Jones grew up in the Alaskan bush. Adept at living off the land, she’s thrived when others have failed to survive life post-nuclear war. She spends the majority of her time alone at her cabin, so when a handsome stranger shows up, curiosity gets the best of her. And it quickly turns into desire. Caleb falls for the beautiful woman and decides he’d rather die than turn her into the Stork Company. But when she finds out who he really is and why he’s in Alaska, will the betrayal end the only chance he’s ever known of love?
Heaven for Us by Beth D. Carter Jo was one of the lucky ones. She survived the virus that decimated eighty-five percent of the world’s population and now searches for a sanctuary in a ruined world. She trusts no one, keeping to herself, until she meets Luke and his daughter, Casey. Suddenly she’s involved, and emotions she thought she had iced over long ago invade her self-imposed isolation. The more time she spends with Luke, the more she wants him, leaving her conflicted. Does she stay with him? Or will she continue her trek to find a heaven among the apocalypse?
Heart of Survival by Ashlynn Monroe McKaye Tanner lost everything when the world ended. She grew into adulthood without anyone she could trust. She’s not sure what’s left of civilization, but from what she’s seen, it’s not much. Reece Rogers has worked hard to keep his small band of survivors alive. He doesn’t take any bullshit or risks. But when he sees a young woman running from a group of the contaminated he can’t turn his back on her and takes a gamble to save her. Can two battle-scarred, lonely people find love in a world that wants to destroy everything good about being human?
The Reset by Imogene Nix Elaine is just an ordinary woman, but when the apocalypse occurs, she must find a way to survive in an increasingly hostile world. Enter Liam, the policeman who saves her at their first meeting and provides assistance as they try to cope with the zombie outbreak brought about by an unknown infection that’s spreading out of control. Together they form a community, trying to save as many lives as they can, a place where people can be safe. Even in the throes of disaster though, emotions creep up, taking both of them by surprise. Who knows? They might just get their happy ever after...if they can survive.
The New Era by C. L. Scholey By the twenty-third century much of Earth was destroyed. Mother Nature played a significant part, but so too did the numerous meteors that slammed into the world. The Superiors, a self-aware intelligence, went online soon after their creator, Jason Superior—a kind man who abhorred violence or suffering of any kind—sent a signal to a lone satellite. The system’s intelligence grew as Jason continued to add his own ideals until his passing.
The Superiors began to take control of the world and the few remaining survivors. Their approach to saving life was to destroy those who were capable of misguided influential acts. Only the innocent were allowed to live. Until they became not as innocent. This is their story.  Content Warning: these stories contain sexual content

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Blurb

Cold eyes…
Even colder heart…
There’s an instant quick blast of energy when we’re anywhere near. I feel him radiate through me like fire and ice.  He’s so far away, yet so damn close.
He’s the first man I can’t look away from. The only man I’ll take any way … on any terms.
Captain for the Dallas Blue Hawks, Rhett Gentry is unfriendly.  Hard.  Indifferent. Cold as a bitter wind in the Rocky Mountains.  He’s loved hard.  Given his everything.  Lesson learned … never risk another broken heart.
Days are all the same for Rhett.  Work … Promises… Obligations…
It is what it is.
Until it isn’t.
He keeps appearing out of nowhere. He knows I’m interested. I can’t hide the fact. Yet, a man like Rhett is used to women looking his way.  Used to turning a blind eye.
Until he doesn’t.
“I want your trust,” he demands, his stare heavy.   I laugh under my breath at the irony of that statement. Players … Users … They can’t be tamed for anything permanent.

Rhett Gentry is the kind of beauty that has women chasing the puck to be near him.  Giggling like teenagers for a simple smile or autograph.  Tall, dark and handsome, the famous hockey player is hiding a secret.  But I fall anyway.  Our chemistry is undeniable.  Unmistakable.  But as much as my heart longs for his, I fear his past may very well prevent our future.  My heart keeps telling me there’s only one true love in Rhett’s life.And it isn’t me…



Excerpt
Someone once said, “The tragedy of life is not death … but what we let die inside of us while we live.” Hardships sometimes leave us bitter. Change our perspective. Lead us into the dark. And swallow us.Resembling more of a special ops soldier than a trained caregiver, when Rebecca Manning, RN, walks through the door showing no emotion, the moment leaves an ugly, begrudging taste in my mouth. Other than a quick agitating exhale through the nose that’s too large for her small rounded face, she’s silent, only checking vitals and hurriedly entering something into her tablet like she can’t get away quickly enough. Her silence doesn’t sit well with me, so I do what I’ve done each time she’s walked through the door the last four hours. With an exaggerated lift of my chest, I exhale with a long breath of fuck you and hiss, “It’s too motherfucking cold in here.”           She glares at me, holding her temperament in check. “I’ll adjust the air, Mr. Gentry,” she counters in a voice far from feminine.
Another wave of enraged spite sweeping through me, I lift my good arm, giving the silver rolling table an angry push. It ends against the wall with a wrath-intended bang, the dinner tray crashing onto the floor with unmistakable green Jell-O oozing from underneath an overturned small white bowl.Tubes and monitors are everywhere you look in this horrific place. The smell of sickness and death fills the air. Robotic doctors and nurses going through the steps to mend broken people. Prolonging lives for another day, a few minutes longer. And all I can do is sit here helpless. Hopeless. Not a fucking thing I can do to change the situation.I detest this place.Hate this sick world we live in.Self-reproach fists my gut, my mind drifting to only hours earlier. Driving toward downtown, the radio blaring Guns N’ Roses. Singing at the top of my lungs. Not a damn thing on my mind but the good. The evening ahead. Tomorrow. Next year.Nothing else to do as I return to reality, I scan through channels of shit I don’t care to watch, freezing as I listen to my own name making the local news.This can’t be happening.Was it something I said?Something I did?My chest aches. Everything hurts. My shoulder… My gut… My legs… My dick… Minutes seem like fucking years. And this hell … is only the beginning.

Adult Excerpt
Directly across from me, which is everywhere I don’t want her to be, she nonetheless chooses to keep her distance. Avoiding what we both know is beyond the point of ignoring, her soft blue eyes beam with curiosity as I imagine all the damn places I want to explore. After several beats, she blinks, turning away from me.“Look at me, Kass.”She turns back to face me, a hint of pink in her cheeks that makes me want to kiss her for long drawn-out minutes until her modesty is forever gone. For a few seconds I can’t even form words as I look into her gaze that sets something off behind my chest. This urgency is unexpected and perplexing. Everything inside my head is unethical when it comes to her. “Have you daydreamed about me touching you, Kass?”  Her lips drop open at the bluntness of my question, her soft sigh telling me everything I need to know. This woman is an unwinnable war that I’m confident I’m losing.“Yes.” Her whisper of an answer is so quiet that I only read her lips. Blood instantly shoots through my cock at her soft response, a rumble of satisfaction pulling deep through my chest. “I’ve made myself come thinking about you and those beautiful eyes.” I ease my legs open, giving her full sight to the thickening behind my jeans and leaving her to her own speculations. Her gaze drops toward my widened legs, and she sucks back a deep, long breath that ends in another soft sigh.That fucking sigh…“What about you? Do you ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” Her lips open wide, her legs shifting while the curling of her toes into the floor doesn’t go unnoticed.“Do you, Kass?” My voice turns stern, and her heels lift even more as she swallows hard. The sight of her getting turned on nearly makes me come in my damn pants. Imagining how motherfucking hot she is naked and wet makes my cock hard as granite.She doesn’t answer my question, but nods, her fingers slowly sweeping down the length of her thigh and lingering at her knees before sliding back up.“Touch yourself for me, beautiful,” I groan. Her eyes widen with a weighty lust before her fingertips press deep into the insides of her thighs, a pretty pink glow rising up her neck that matches her cheeks. My dick so hard I can barely stand it, I take in a long breath smelling sweet … vanilla … female … sex.“I want you touching me.” Her request comes out more of a plea than a demand, one I have every intention of honoring. Just not quite yet.“Where, sweetheart? Show me where you want me to touch you.” Her hands still lingering on her thighs, she slowly eases them open just the smallest bit. Every straining part of my body throbs to drop to my knees and replace her hands with mine, but I don’t move. I stay completely still.“Touch yourself, Kass.” She gulps back another swallow, opening her thighs enough that I see a small damp spot on the crease of her jeans that has me wanting to reach for my aching dick.Jesus Almighty Christ! My body tenses. I’m so hard, it’s more misery than pleasure.Her shaky, delicate fingers lead a small trail over the fabric of her pants as her soft eyes stay glued on mine. I, in turn, reach between my legs and give her a satisfied moan as I stroke myself. She takes a deep breath, and I smile at her. “My God,” she pleads. “Please … just touch me, Rhett.”

About the Author
Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.
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Book 3 in the Thrill Seeking Relationship Series

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Melissa Johanssen was having marriage troubles, but the counseling she and her husband sought was far from conventional; this marriage counseling was more hands on.

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The Helldorado Mongrels MC is back! Jacey Holbrand Visits with her New Release!

Hello Jacey!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, it is! :) Enchanted by Him is the third story in the Helldorado Mongrels MC series. The series follows the lives of immortal shifters from different clans, stolen gold, an asshole of a motorcycle club president and individuals who find their mates.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
I can do it for the series. :) I came up with how some of the shifters/Mongrels came to be from the history here in Nevada. Queho was a real man. Sources say the Native American was the first mass murderer in the state of Nevada and had cursed the land around the town of Nelson and the Techatticup Mine.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I’d been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon. As for the individual book… Book one came about from an anthology call. It didn’t make the anthology but was requested as a standalone. The second book is Jarrod’s story, the brother of Cameron who was in book one. Book three follows a character introduced in book two and wraps up a story arc.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m playing around with some ideas for a couple more books in this series (or doing them as a spin off) which will hopefully include what happens to Thumbs and/or Emma.



Hey folks!  Jacey Holbrand here. I'm happy to announce I have another story in my Helldorado Mongrels MC series out now: Enchanted by Him!

~ * ~ ABOUT THE BOOK ~ * ~
The timeline of Enchanted by Him overlaps the one set in the second book Seduced by Him. (The stories in the series can be read as standalones, but as with most series, it's best if they're read in order). In Enchanted by Him, we're reintroduced to the character Sloth—the man Tex, from Seduced by Him, is forced to ride up to Las Vegas with.
We follow Sloth and learn why he splits off from Tex, we learn Sloth's secret, and of course, we go on a journey with Sloth as he discovers his mate and falls in love. We also see what finally happens to Inferno, the leader of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.
Come be enchanted!



~ * ~ BLURB ~ * ~
Helldorado Mongrels MC member, Sloth, is a man with secrets. He’d joined the club with a specific goal in mind, and when three visitors arrive, he fears one of them will turn his world upside down. Especially since that newcomer is a witch and his mate.
Shaman, the medic from the Skinwalkers MC, was hired to find the woman after the Mongrels’s gold and has secrets himself. When he meets Sloth, the man he knows is destined for him, Shaman begins to reconsider his evil, witchy ways, and his internal conflict irritates him.
Despite the constant clashing of their differences, passion ignites between the two men. But will their secrets cause betrayal and hurt? Destroying their relationship before it even has a chance to fully develop? Or will love ultimately triumph?




~ * ~ EXCERPT ~ * ~
As he sputtered and his eyes watered, he spun away from the invisible partition and ran into the tall medic. The cowboy hat was gone, showing that the man sported long, jet black hair, drawn back into a ponytail. Memories of what his imagination had conjured up earlier flooded his mind and sent his cock twitching again. He had to fight an irresistible urge to drop to his knees before the man, unzip his black jeans, and take his shaft into his mouth.
Shaman chuckled, and once Sloth’s gaze connected with the medic’s gray-eyed gaze, Shaman lifted the corner of his mouth in a mischievous grin.
Sloth sucked in a stream of air as the man’s compelling and magnetic gaze held tight to his. Under the intense stare, Sloth’s body crackled and his joints hissed. The tingly sensations and odd sounds made him realize Shaman was stripping away all his cloaking spells. He tried to combat the psychic assault. His own powers weakened as Shaman continued to stare at him. All he had left was the mind block he’d put in place, and even that felt tenuous.
He attempted to step back and found he couldn’t move. Shaman had “frozen” him into place. Sloth thanked the Great Spirit he hadn’t actually been turned into an ice pop. He hated wintery cold temperatures. On top of it all, without the magic that’d been surrounding him for so long, he felt completely bare and exposed.
Again, Shaman offered a short laugh, this time snapping his fingers as well.
Sloth’s clothes disappeared. Not a stitch of fabric remained on him. To his dismay, he truly was naked. And traitor that it was, his hard cock stood at attention.
Who needs mind reading when my erection gives my thoughts away?
The medic strolled around him, seeming to appraise him like a stud at market. The man swept his fingers and hand over Sloth’s arm, buttocks, and the dip created by his spine at the top of his ass crack, making approving murmurs as he did so. Shaman came to stand in front of him and stroked his hand down Sloth’s chest to his cock.
He didn’t know how it was possible he could be rendered into a state of statue-like material, but still be able to perceive each brush of Shaman’s fingers and palm, the nuances of the man’s gentle touches and lingering caresses. Sloth would have sighed and swooned had he been able to.
“You know, perhaps I won’t kill you and consume your powers.” The medic looked up from Sloth’s cock and stared at his face. He raised a brow. “I see the shock in your eyes. Your gaze gives away everything you’re thinking.” His tone dripped of disapproval. “I’m a true skinwalker. Do you think being a mate matters to one of my kind? We crave power. Always need more. Doesn’t matter who, what, where, when, or how we get it as long as we amass as much as possible.”
Dread filled Sloth. His mate had considered killing him? Murdering him for skills he could barely use anymore himself? He wished he could close his eyes, block out the sight of Shaman, and be able to focus on clearing his head.
So much for the fairy tale euphoria of meeting one’s true love, feeling that instant connection, knowing there’s no one else who would love him unconditionally, and having the insatiable need to be with that someone.
Instead, he had confusion, despair, and panic about being tied to someone who might kill him in his sleep. Yet, he still couldn’t help being super attracted to the witch and wanting to fuck him—hard and fast or slow and easy. Didn’t matter to him how. As long as they got inside each other. And the fact that he craved to be physical with the skinwalker scared him even more.
“But then,” Shaman continued, “the pull I feel toward you is inexplicable. The thought of you no longer walking the earth pains me in a way I’ve never felt before and worsens with the idea of myhand taking you from your mortal coil. No. I won’t kill you. I won’t consume your power. But I will demand having all of you—body, heart, and soul. The two of us will be greater together as a bonded couple rather than just me having all the fun causing havoc everywhere.” Shaman clucked Sloth under the chin.
“I smell your attraction to me,” the medic stated, sneaking a glance at Sloth’s penis. “I see it, too. Yet, I also smell your fear. We can’t have that. Amorcito, you need to trust me … love me. I’m more than happy to give you some time to wrap your head around all of this. Not a lot of time, mind you, but whatever decision you come to, know this, you will be mine.”



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New Release by Faye Hall!

Hello Faye!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Charity was not a hard character to create as I needed her to represent the true meaning of her name.  Avarice on the other hand was difficult as there is a fine line between gluttony – which the second book in the series – and greed.  Originally I thought I needed to make him be a greed driven man, changed by the love of a charitable woman but no matter what I did, he just wasn’t an appealing hero.  Eventually Avarice became a man who despised the greed driven man he was raised by instead, a character I felt was much easier to fall in love with.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, Avarice & Charity is book number 3 in the Sins of the Virtuous series. The series itself explores the sins we are all tempted by and the virtues we aspire to portray.  Book 3 shows the sin of greed and how the person possessed by it will go to whatever lengths to satisfy it, including destroy the innocence of a charitable heart.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book? 
Avarice, the hero, his father comes from Veneto, Italy which is where my husband’s father’s family is from.  My heroine, Charity, her family is from Ballymena in Ireland, which is where my mother’s family is from.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write? 
I don’t usually plan them too much, but for this book series I have had to so I could be sure they all represented either a sin or a virtue.  That sai, they do tend to change from my original plan as the story grows.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve just been offered a contract for book 4 in the series, so I’ll be working on edits for that soon.  In the meantime I’m hoping to get back to finishing the rest of the series.



EXCERPT
A small smile spread across her lips. “Yet you agreed to meet me here, and I assure you I don’t owe your father money. Nor did I have business on my mind when I made my invitation to you.”
Again silence fell between them, their hands still joined. Charity hadn’t lied. She hadn’t come here to meet Avarice for any form of business. She genuinely wanted to see him again. For a reason that was unclear to her, she found him intriguing, and she craved to know more about him.
“Where did you get your necklace?” he asked her, suddenly breaking their mutual silence.
Pulling her hand away from his, her fingers went to the metal pendant hanging from the chain around her neck.
“My father told me it once belonged to my mother. She died when I was still a young child. I’ve worn it ever since.”
Avarice sipped his brandy. “I feel your loss,” he commented quietly. “I was also a child when I lost my mother.”
Watching the pain filling his face, Charity wondered what could have taken his mother away that still caused him so much pain to this day.
“Did your father tell you anything about the meaning of the pendant?” he asked, changing the topic of conversation back away from their family members.
She shook her head. “I assumed it was Irish, but I know nothing else about it.”
His finger traced the rim of his cup momentarily before he lifted his sight back up to her. “It was called a triskele by the ancient Celts. It was very important to them and seen in many of their carvings. Of the things it can represent, the most significant is that the three spirals joined symbolizes the joining of life, death, and rebirth.”
Sipping her sherry, she placed the glass back on the table. “How does the son of an Italian immigrant know so much about Irish legends?”
He smiled at her. “I guess it does seem a little bizarre.” Suddenly, the smile disappeared from his face. “My mother was Irish. My father never speaks about her, and I have few memories of her. All I really know is what the townspeople have told me. When I was still at school, I figured out that if I couldn’t know who my mother was, at least I could study her people.”
She reached across the table and laid her hand on top of his. She could relate to Avarice’s pain, for she too never learned much about her mother, nor would her father speak of her.
Catching sight of her driver trying to get her attention through the crowd, she quickly retracted her hand and pushed her chair out to stand. “I do apologize, but it appears I must return home now.”
Avarice stood too, reaching out and taking her hand in his. “Do you no longer want to be seen with me?” he asked, clearly confused by her actions. “Have you perhaps again caught sight of your intended?”
She giggled. “I’ve caught sight of my driver, and nothing more. He’s telling me it’s time I return home before my father notices I’m gone.”
Seeing his embarrassment, she laced her fingers with his.
“You’re the only man I’ve wanted to see,” she tried to reassure him. “And if I had a choice, I would much rather spend the rest of this night with you.”
He walked with her toward her waiting driver and carriage, no sign of wanting to break their joined hands.
“I’ve never spent an entire night with a woman,” he confessed as they walked. “Nor have I ached to as I do now.”
She squeezed his hand, not knowing what to say to his confession. Having heard the slight uncertainty in his voice, she doubted he gave this same admission to many others. That he’d given it to her, filled her with elation.
Stopping by the carriage, she turned to face him. He looked so handsome in the moonlight. She didn’t want to leave him, but she knew she had to. Pulling her hand away from his, she stepped back.
“Thank you for the drink, Avarice,” she said politely.
She lingered for a moment, her gaze joined to his, her emotions yearning for something more than a simple goodbye from him. Closing the distance between them again, her hands went to his shoulders as she leaned into him, her lips touching his. Feeling his hands on her back, pushing her against him, she knew she had to leave now before she accepted any advances he made.
Breaking their embrace, she stepped back and walked over to the open door of the carriage. “Goodnight,” she said softly as she stepped inside her transport.



Would you protect the one you love from relentless greed? Avarice Licciardi worked for his father, Antonio - a greedy, loveless man who destroyed everyone in his way.  When Avarice met Charity, a woman with fiery red hair and the touch of an angel, he discovered there was something he craved so much more than his father’s money.  What he wanted was this woman.When Antonio ordered his son to get the hidden papers in Charity’s estate, Avarice refused.  That was until Antonio threatened to go get the papers himself.  Knowing the brutality of his father, Avarice went to Charity’s estate, ready to protect her at all cost.  When she invited him to stay with her, he hoped to find nights of endless passion.  What he found was a hidden tunnel with incriminating mysteries far greater than hidden papers. Charity Bohdan lived up to her name, giving her herbal medicinal treatments freely.  What started off as patching up wounds soon took a very different direction when she was being called to treat young women who’d been brutally raped and left pregnant.  She knew the risks involved with treating and re-homing these women, but until she could find the monster attacking them, she could see no other choice.When Charity was called to treat a drunk’s wounded hand, she expected to find some elderly station hand.  Who she met was Avarice.  As she treated his wound, she couldn’t ignore just how handsome he was, or the feelings he stirred in her when their skin touched.  The more time they spent together, talking of Irish legends and going on picnics, Charity could feel herself losing her heart to him.  Together Avarice and Charity are forced to uncover secrets from the past that sicken their souls as an evil, greedy man threatens to tear them apart in his search for the evidence hidden in the Bohdan estate. 

  
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There is corruption, deceit and murder, as well as cattle rustlers, slave traders and hell fire clubs. Explore townships of Jarvisfield and Inkerman, as well as Ravenswood and Bowen. One book even incorporates my great grandmothers cattle station 'Inkerman Downs Station'.

As well as an author, I am also the most spoilt wife in the world, and a very contented mother.
Come and discover all the passion and drama of North Queensland history with me.
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Q & A with Larynn Ford!

Hello Larynn!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes, the series is called The Dream Trilogy and highlights three stages in the lives of Lynzi Lancaster and Layne Brady.
The first book, In My Wildest Dreams, deals with the two reconnecting after twenty years apart. Layne was forced to abandon Lynzi without warning, leaving her to wonder what she had done to cause him to go. After twenty years, he comes back for her to protect her from an insane relative out to hurt Layne and his family. He confesses his reason for leaving her and also that he’s not human.
The second book, Dreams Do Come True, continues their adventures in the human world when a renegade were-panther threatens the human parents who helped raise him from an infant. Additional supernatural characters are introduced here along with budding magical abilities.
In the final chapter in their story, Living The Dream, even more threats are hurled toward Layne and his family. Their fight to end the danger leads them to a deadly outcome forcing the family to rely on an ancient sorcerer for help. There’s plenty of action, danger, and magic to go around as well.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
I started writing in high school. The “book” I was working on in tenth grade never went far but the idea of writing stayed with me. Many years later, I started reading again with a passion and the writing idea became stronger the more I read.
After the Twilight craze, I fell in love with paranormal romance and decided it was time to try my hand at writing again. I read so many vampire and werewolf books that I felt they were a bit overdone and I needed other ideas so, the main character in the trilogy became a hard to forget Fae being. The characters I create continue to inspire me.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Oh no, I’m not as organized as some authors. Outlines and time lines have never been . . . me. I will write a scene from my head and expand from there in all sorts of directions. The closest I get to outlining is jotting notes at the end of the document I’m working on and adding them when I get to the appropriate spot in the manuscript.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
The story Lynzi tells in Dreams Do Come True of her granddaddy seeing black panthers on the edge of the woods as he plowed the fields is actually a story I heard my granddaddy tell when I was a little girl. Now, the part about them being weres? I just may have made that part up. Maybe J
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
It’s a bit of an unconventional situation. I had no plans for the trilogy to go in any other direction but . . . The good were-panther from the second book in the trilogy, Dreams Do Come True, stole my heart and had to tell his own story so, A Place To Belong with Boone’s story will be published early next year. After this who knows where that path will lead.
A similar situation happened with a character in my second book, Rescued. Roxie, the sassy teen who helped Rose and Marty solve their case had so much to say after Rescued was done that I am currently writing her story. She’s grown into quite a responsible young woman but her past is coming back to hunt her down.
And as long as my characters keep talking to me, I’ll always have something to write about.

BLURB:
Lynzi Lancaster Brady is, at long last, living her happily-ever-after with the man of her dreams. Their honeymoon bliss is interrupted when an innocent family visit drops her in the middle of the deadly situation they’ve been dodging for so long.
The troublemaking relative with a vendetta against the family, forces them into a final showdown with a disastrous ending that threatens to take the elder of their family from them forever. Will an ancient sorcerer to able to bring her back from death’s door?

EXCERPT:
I forced myself to calm and summoned a halfhearted smile. “Take care of them.” I mouthed the words, careful not to allow a hint of my request to reach Allvis’s eyes or ears. Layne would know I meant my sweet girls and I would die knowing they’d be safe and protected with him watching over them forever. I’d leave this world with the satisfaction I had not revealed their existence or endangered their lives.
My husband pressed both hands against the unseen barrier and acknowledged my request with a nod. I read the words, “I love you, Lynzi Brady” on his lips.


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Larynn Ford is intrigued by the paranormal. She's a day dreamer and a romantic. She loves to let her mind wander always searching for a happy ending to her dreams.

At home in East Central Alabama, she worked as a cook and cashier before becoming a wife and mother. Earned a degree in Elementary Education, taught school, and worked in customer service. All the while her day dreams stacked up in the archives of her mind.

She put some of those ideas on paper in 2009 and she's going to keep on dreaming and searching for those happy endings.

Lea Bronsen talks about her NEW RELEASE!

Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!

I got the idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write about a female rally driver having the same experience.

A Thorned Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story, you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary, and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other

The Amazing Katherine Wyvern Visits with her NEW RELEASE!

Hello Katherine!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Ah! In this book, it came about in a complicated way! To begin with, I thought I’d write a prequel to my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language. In that book one of the main characters had a back story where they had been rejected by a lover due to their complicated gender identity. But then I decided to move this storyline on a different character, Raphael. And then a dear friend of mine, talking about himself, said “I am an angel with a bit of a devil inside”. And that sparked the idea that Raphael could be a really complex character with a double nature in everything, not just his gender identity… The other two characters in the story, Hugh and Di, were originally just accessory to Raphael’s complexity, but the more I wrote about them the more they gained a life and a will of their own…
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes and no. It can be read as a complete standalone, and it’s not really a sequel to Woman as a Foreign Language. But the two books are still linked together by their main topic (unusual gender-identity) and the characters from WaaFL both appear briefly in the new novel so that we get a small glimpse of their story after the end of the first volume.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
I was not sure, for a long time how to bring about Raphael/Lucie’s and Di first meeting… in the end, I thought, oh well, write what you know, right? And I used pretty much my husband’s and mine first meeting. He was busking on a really cold day, and I was so struck by this beautiful music that I brought him a mug of hot chocolate from a nearby cafè…  also in that occasion there was an element of gender confusion, since to begin with he was not sure if I was a boy or a girl!
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
It’s been a mixture of personal life experiences and many interesting, beautiful, often heartbreaking stories of transgender people coming out to their beloved (sometimes in unwise ways) and being sometimes lovingly accepted and sometimes rejected in a very painful manner. I wanted to write a story about secrecy, disclosure, rejection and gradual acceptance, as perceived from both parties. I wanted to send a plea for empathy and tolerance to *both* transgender and cisgender readers.
Oh and there was this outrageously hot crossdresser I came across on Instagram… talk about inspiration! J
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Oh, they definitely develop as I write. In this story in particular Hugh changed from a secondary character (and a bit of a dickhead) to a fantastically layered, deep, moving person, and my true voice in the story. It was completely unexpected and I became tremendously attached to him because he acquired so much a life of his own, and absolutely refused to be set aside for Raphael’s new love interest. It became clear that this book was not going to end without him being part of the picture and he broke my heart with his desperate and unexpected plea not to be left out.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
A lot. In fact all of my books are to a degree autobiographical. In this particular story it is more diffused than in my last, but there are still many bits and pieces of me scattered here and there: how I met my husband, some of my cats, an interest in art and the Pre-Raphaelite painters, a life outdoors (and the fear that it might come to an end one day), a certain gender-queerness, a deep, heartbreaking, longing reverence for a certain kind of beauty that I can never, ever possess but just admire.
And believe me, I have been up to a lot of weird stuff in my life, so I still have many “slightly autobiographical” stories to tell J
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
There is the third book in this sort of loose series, a spin-off from Spice & Vanilla that is set in Victorian London (did I mention the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood? Wink wink). It is a story about an artist who has had a “painter block” for years and the mystery woman who unleashes his creativity again… It’s supposed to be a short story, but then, so was Spice & Vanilla J

Blurb:
Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere and broke her life in half.
Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide, Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since the day they met.
Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet, top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or destroy everything he has.
Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer, explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm, sex toys


Excerpt:
Hugh watched him stroking away with great contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie back and relax. Mostly. I will have to help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first.
Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all. Too exact, in fact.
It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much of this.
Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched, entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty.
This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.
Raphael’s body was developing a number of small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts.
Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling. Tsk-tsk.
Tick—tock—tick—tock.
He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so beautiful.
Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.
“You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it for setting up a show. He just got the job done.
“Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome.
And that is exactly what you need, my love . Too much playing by the rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let go.
Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again, crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly, chest, and even his face.
It is difficult to aim while being spanked hard.
Hugh watched him coming, avidly.
He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded. Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments, to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.
“Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh, wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.
“Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it again.
This was a faster, business-like tempo.
“There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael, who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.
“What? Wh—but…”
Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t getting it.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”




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