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 Iron RodsStrip Club Series, Book 1.By Brenna Zinn


Blurb:
There once was a place the women of Austin, Texas could mix fantasy with flesh and experience erotic temptations for the price of admission and a handful of dollars. Iron Rods. The strip club is now in disrepair though and Bennett Truitt, estranged son of the club’s aging and half-crazy owner, wants to replace the landmark with condos. He hires feisty Tatum Reynolds to manage the club, sure she will fail, but not before he has a chance to sample her skills in bed.
After another rejection letter, Tatum realizes she’ll never be a professional dancer on or off Broadway. Down on her luck, she’s determined to make the run-down club successful no matter what, or who, it takes. She never expected her new boss to be so enticing they’re breaking doors down to get to each other, get their clothes off, taste each delectable inch.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Here’s a little secret about Austin, Texas that one might not know about unless you’re a lady actually living in or around Austin… Austin does NOT have a strip club for women.  Yes.  You read that right.  There are zero, nada, zip, zilch strip clubs for women in Austin, Texas.  Sounds crazy, I completely feel you, but it’s true. 
I found this information out the hard way.  It was late, I was at a big birthday party for a girlfriend and we all decided that a trip down to the local strip club would be an excellent way to wrap up what had already been a pretty fabulous party.  After looking everywhere on-line for a club, we concluded we were SOL (shoot out of luck).  A true downer and quite a shocking surprise.  After all, Austin is a good-sized city loaded with women.  How could it be that the city would have several clubs for men to see women dancing, but none available for women?
From this experience, an idea was born.  Why not create a fictional strip club for women based in the heart of Austin – South Congress Avenue? Imagine the fabulous characters who can work in the club or visit the club, I told myself. Why, there would be enough characters and situations to write an entire series of stories!
And I was right. There ARE loads of interesting characters and situations that I’ve invented for a new series, the Strip Club Series, from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.  
Iron Rods, the name of the fictional strip club, is the first book in the series. In this book the reader learns some of the back story behind the club, the club’s crazy owner, the owner’s estranged New Yorker son Bennett Truitt, and the Iron Rods staff.  But that’s not all.  Readers also see how the club changes from a rundown, hole-in-the-wall to a budding renewed club with the help of the book’s heroine, Tatum Reynolds.   
For more information about Iron Rods, the Strip Club Series, how to get a FREE Iron Rods koozie, as well as author Brenna Zinn, check out the Iron Rods website.  www.IronRods.NET
To buy the book from the Ellora’s Cave website, go to  http://www.ellorascave.com/iron-rods.html
The buy link at Amazon is http://www.amazon.com/Iron-Rods-1-Strip-Club-ebook/dp/B00KQLPLGQ/
Interview with a Stripper! 
Interviewer: Hello Mack, if indeed that is your real name. Congratulations on being selected as one of the strippers for the new and improved Iron Rods.
Mack: Thank ye. And Mack is my real name. My accent may be as fake as a three dollar bill, but I carry it off well enough. Dinna ye think?
Interviewer wipes mouth from the pooling drool: Yes. Absolutely. Nothing like a good looking man with a Scottish accent.
Mack: The ladies seem to like it well enough. The more they like what they see and hear, the more they like to tip.  Ye ken?
Interviewer: Oh.  I ken, alright.  So just between us and everyone reading this blog, why the need for all the secrecy?  I mean, really.  It’s not like you’re an FBI agent or a guy under the Witness Protection Program, right?
Mack: *chuckles* I ken what you’re doing, Lass, and it won’t work.  What I will tell ye is that I have a job where my work as a stripper would be frowned upon.  And I dinna want to lose my job.
Interviewer: Fair enough.  Then let’s talk about how you got into stripping.  Have you done it long?
Mack: No, not at all.  I’ve never stripped before, except maybe for a few lasses I dated.  And then it was before I took them in my arms and had the kind of sex with them that curled their toes. But I have danced since I was a kid looking for something to do with my time. I grew up with my granddad, Jamie McKenzie, who truly is from Scotland, and I got into dancing after school to keep myself out of trouble until ol’ Jamie could come fetch me.Interviewer: No stripper experience?  That’s surprising.  Didn’t Tatum Reynolds, the manager of Iron Rods, make you the lead stripper?
Mack: Aye. She did. I’m as stunned as you.  Clearly the woman has a keen eye.
Interviewer *swallows hard*: It wouldn’t take a keen eye to see you’re an extremely handsome man with talent.   So, um, do you have a girlfriend? Any women in your life?
Mack: No girlfriend. The only woman in my life is my boss and she about drives me crazy.  She has a stick up her backside that’s hard to get past. I wish she would lighten up a bit. Get off my back and into my bed.
Interviewer: Excuse me?  I didn’t hear that last part.
Mack: I said I wish she would get off my back and smile a bit. The woman never smiles.Interviewer: Now that you’ve had a chance to meet the other strippers, what do you think of the “Men of Iron Rods”?
Mack: For the most part, they’re a fine group of fellas.  There is one though that seems to have a pretty fair-sized chip on his shoulder. Not sure what his problem is – yet. But I have a feeling we may bump heads if he doesna watch his step.
Interviewer: Interesting.  What’s this man’s name?
Mack:  I dinna know what his real name is.  Dinna care, really. His stage name is Archangel. Thinks he’s the bloody star of the show. But we all know who that is, now don’t we?
Interviewer *nodding furiously*: Yes we do.  Speaking of stage name, what’s yours?
Mack: Ack, well, we’re still figuring that out.  Tatum has been saying that the hot thing going on these days is BDSM.  What the bloody hell is BDSM?
Interviewer: Does she mean Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism?
Mack: Well, well now. I dinna ken for sure.  Is that what that means? I had no bloody idea. Verra interesting.
Interviewer: Tatum is right, you know.  BDSM is extremely popular these days.  I’m curious to find out what she has in mind.
Mack: You and me both, Lass.  You and me both.Interviewer: That about does it for our time today.  Anything you want to say before we wrap up this interview?
Mack: Aye. My story, Masked Secrets, is the second book in Brenna Zinn’s Strip Club series. If you liked Iron Rods, book one. You’re gonna love Masked Secrets.
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To read more about Iron Rods, Masked Secrets and the third book in the series, Dirty Politics, go to www.IronRods.NET.
Here’s a sexy little taste of the story…  
He’d be a fool to walk Tatum inside and take a stab at the chance to bed her again. There was no future for them. They both had to know that. Making matters more complicated, this was her home. If he did sleep with her, what would come next? Most likely there would be an awkward scene where he thanked her for the marvelous fuck and left out any discussion about business. Then he would grab his clothes and make a quick exit.
He couldn’t possibly stay the night. Doing so would suggest there was more to their relationship than he wanted her to believe. Definitely more than he was ready for. Yes, she was incredibly sexy and strangely entertaining. And yes, he felt so much at ease with her that he’d found himself dreaming up excuses to be around her. But a line had to be drawn somewhere. He wasn’t the kind of man who involved himself in relationships. 
Relationships eventually lead to deep feelings. Deep feelings, he’d discovered the hard way, lead to heartache.
Hadn’t he already had enough heartache to last a lifetime?
“Want to come in for a drink?” she asked. “I don’t have any Scotch, but I have cold beer.”
Tatum had to know inviting him into her home meant more than just providing him a cool beverage. Before they finished their first drink, he would have her shirt off and her jeans unsnapped. After that, he wouldn’t stop until she lay spread-eagle on her bed, his mouth attached to the little nub of her clit where he would let his tongue flick until she shouted his name from pleasure.
 Was he a wild beast devoid of principals and decency? No. He might not have been born a gentleman, but he’d certainly been raised as one. He needed to allow her a way to reconsider her offer. It was the right thing to do. Plus he needed a moment to think carefully through his answer. His dick might be ready to accept her most generous overture, but that little brain had a tendency to get him into trouble more times than not. 
Look what a mess it had already landed him in.
“A beer sounds great, but I don’t want to put you out.”
 “You won’t be putting me out at all,” she said, digging her keys out of her purse. “My roommate is in Houston for a few days, so it’s just me at the casa. I’d love to have your company.”
Bennett’s nerve endings sizzled beneath his skin. The beating of his heart quickened and became irregular.
Damn it all! He shouldn’t be considering going in her place. Doing so was wrong, wrong, WRONG!
His fingers tingled at the prospect of stroking her soft tan skin. A light tang of waterworks already filled his mouth in anticipation of kissing her lips, sucking her nipples and licking the sweet folds between her spread legs. If his ramrod-hard cock throbbed with any more force, the damn thing would tear through his slacks.
He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever had the pleasure of having sex with. What did Tatum possess that inexplicably drew him to her?
Bennett pulled the key from the ignition. “Then my company you shall have.”
He would undoubtedly pile more regrets to his mounting list in the morning, but his body once again trumped his common sense. Tatum had given him a huge green light to proceed. How could he resist?
Tatum flipped the light switch once she opened the door to the townhouse. “Make yourself at home while I get the beers.” She tossed her purse on a table and then scurried off to the kitchen. “I’ll only be a second.”
Although the place smelled slightly of smoke, it was clean and contained matching furniture. Much better than anything he’d anticipated. The second-hand couch and stained carpet he’d imagined didn’t exist. He frowned as he took a quick look around, not happy that his father might be right. Perhaps he did have a tendency to look down from his high horse and expect the worst of people, especially Texans. He was proud to be raised in a family of means and have high standards, but he couldn’t live with being a snob. Mean-spirited bullies who were better than everyone else were the types of people he’d had to deal with growing up. How had he let himself become one of them?
Breezing into the living room with a longneck bottle in each hand, the flyaways from her ponytail framing her face, Tatum had never looked more beautiful. The simple V-neck T-shirt and jeans she wore accentuated her womanly curves. Red Western boots added length to her already long legs.
To hell with the drinks. I want you now.
As she drew close and handed him a beer, he plucked both bottles from her grasp and set them on the coffee table.
“What are you—”
Before she could finish her question, Bennett tugged her to him and covered her mouth with his. She still tasted of chocolate cupcake. With little effort, he parted her lips and swept his tongue over and around hers, picking up even more flavor from her earlier treat. Lord, but he was an absolute fool for chocolate, not to mention this tantalizing woman.He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid the other around her neck, then drew her tightly against the length of his body. Tatum groaned into his mouth and bright sparks flashed before his closed eyelids when her hip ground against his stiff cock.
Without the benefit of sight, he raked his fingers through her pulled-up hair until he located the ponytail holder. Slowly and carefully, he slipped her long locks free. He repeated the process of combing her hair through his fingers, reveling in its softness. When his hand passed through the silky ends, he placed his palm on the curve of her back and then bunched the cotton fabric of her shirt in his grasp. A quick yank freed the T-shirt from the confines of her jeans.
Rather than break their kiss to remove her top, he lowered his hand through the slight gap between her back and the band of her jeans. His fingers caught on what felt like a taut string. Following the thin strand, his hand found the narrow cleft between two round ass cheeks. He stretched his arm and the tip of his middle finger as far as he could, trying to reach into the depths of the warm crevice, but met disappointment. He settled for rubbing his palm over one tight globe and then the other before grabbing a satisfying handful of the tight flesh.
She moaned, filling his mouth with a titillating low vibration and the delectable taste of sweet chocolate. His dick immediately responded by leaping behind his boxers.
“Where’s your room?” he asked in a strained voice, tightening his grasp on her ass. After their earlier experience on the hard surface of a desk, no way he was going to fuck her on anything other than a comfortable bed tonight.
Tatum nodded toward a hallway.
“Take me there.”

* * * * * *Discover more about Brenna Zinn and her books at her website www.brennazinn.comOn FaceBook at Brenna ZinnAt Twitter at @BrennaZinnOn GoodReads at Brenna_ZinnAnd at the Iron Rods website: www.IronRods.NET


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Storybook Menagerie - May 2014 Edition

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Storybook Menagerie is a monthly blog segment in which I write the opening paragraphs to a flash fiction piece and ask fellow authors to continue the story in 300 words or less. So, let the storytelling begin!


MAY'S PROMPT“How could you?”
His heart crawled into his throat, beating a furious rhythm against his Adam’s apple. Curling his fingers against his palms, Nathan squeezed until the blunt nails bit into the flesh of his hands. The sting of pain did little to distract him, though.
“You don’t understand, Nathan.”
That voice—soft, almost pleading—wrapped around him like a lover’s embrace, and the way his name rolled off those full, pouty lips nearly dragged him to his knees. “Then tell me,” he demanded. “Make me understand.”
Eyes the color of purest sapphire stared back at him, somehow defiant and contrite, all at once. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“You left!” The emotions he’d bottled up for over a year surfaced like a dark, merciless hurricane, battering against the fragile grip he held on his control. “You fucking disappeared. I thought you were dead.”
“What do you want me to do, Nathan? What do you want me to say?”
As memories from the past year ghosted through his mind, recollections of sleepless nights and tortured denial, the anger and hurt faded until he was left with only a cold, dead numbness. He almost preferred the pain.
“I thought you were dead,” he repeated. “Maybe you should have stayed that way.”
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“You don’t mean that.” Each word rolled off her tongue like the purr of a satisfied cat.Lana Mitchell had a way of getting inside him, burrowing right down to his soul, and making him want things he’d never had any business wanting in the first place. Though he didn’t look, he knew she wore a vague, disinterested grin, could picture the way it curved only one side of her bow-shaped lips. He could feel her eyes on him, as though prodding his mind to ferret out every secret he’d rather keep hidden.“I waited for you.” Coming June 2014Nathan wanted to yell. He wanted to release the tenuous grip he held on his self-control and let loose the anger and resentment that had been simmering since she’d left. Instead, his words held the undercurrent of a plea.And he hated himself for it.“You knew how it had to be.” Her tone contained a chastising edge, but when she continued, Lana only sounded tired. “I never tried to hide any of this from you, and I never promised you a fairy tale ending. You knew the rules, Nathan.” “I guess I just thought what we had meant more to you.”“Idiot,” she breathed in that exasperated way that still made him smile. “What do you think the Assembly would have done if I’d even tried to walk away?”“They’d have killed us both.” Without his anger as a shield, Nathan didn’t stand a chance against Lana. He’d never been able to deny her, but unfortunately, nothing had changed. Top secret deployments and undercover missions—no one could hunt rogue vampires and murderous shifters like Lana. “They’ll never let you go.” “They won’t have a choice.”Before he could question her conviction, Lana leapt into his arms, crushing their mouths together with hungry, fierce determination, as though she could erase the last year if she just kissed him hard enough. And like a fool, he let her, because despite it all, he still loved her. 
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Turning on his heel, Nathan steeled his nerves and started walking away. The pain in his heart reminded him that he wasn’t over Alex. The last year, he’d been healing and trying to live. Moving on with his life had been harder than anything he’d ever experienced. But now, Nathan shook his head, he was reliving the pain. The scab was ripped off, exposing the delicate flesh underneath.    Robbie Robertson decides it’s time to close 
up shop and head for greener pastures.  “Please,” Alex pleaded and Nathan stopped. He didn’t turn around though. He couldn’t bear to see the man’s eyes. “Don’t walk away from me, Nathan. I need you. Please…” Closing his eyes, Nathan took a deep breath. Could he really walk away without knowing what had happened? Could he really leave the only man he’d ever loved out in the cold? He wanted to be heartless and uncaring. He wanted to walk away and never look back, but he couldn’t. It was an internal battle, his head against his heart. Damn it, just walk away. You don’t want to be hurt again. He’ll rip your heart out. No…no, you can’t walk away. You love him. Give Alex another chance. It was tough, but his heart won out in the end. Slowly turning around, Nathan held out his hand and Alex’s features changed as a smile spread across his lips. He rushed toward Nathan and grabbed his hand, holding it as if it were a lifeline.  “Thank you,” Alex murmured, his eyes filling with moisture. “Let’s go home. You can tell me what happened at home.” Together, they walked hand in hand down the stone covered pathway. Nathan wasn’t sure what Alex was going to say, but he felt a sense of relief fill him, knowing the man was by his side. 


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She flinched, and Nathan immediately wanted to take back those harsh words. In two steps he was in front of Jilly, pulling her into his arms. He took her mouth in a savage kiss, filled with all the pain and longing he felt for her. Jilly dropped the duffle bag she was carrying and wrapped her arms around his waist. Take a journey into the future with 3013...God, it had been so long since he felt her against him. It was where she belonged. Every single day he held out hope that she’d come back to him. Nathan had known Jilly his entire life, and had loved her almost as long.Sometimes it felt as if he had been born loving her.When his arms tightened around her, he felt her wince in pain. He gentled his hold. “Shit, are you okay?”“I am now. I love you, Nathan,” Jilly whispered against his lips.“Fuck, I love you, too, Jilly. But I swear to god, if you ever leave me again, I’ll hunt you down and kill you for real.”She let out a watery laugh. “That’s a deal. I’m glad you’re here today.”“Where else would I be?”“Nathan? Who is that?”He pressed another, softer kiss to Jilly’s lips before whispering, “Go to her.”Nathan heard Jilly take a deep breath before she step away from him to face the woman who had joined them in the hallway. Nora froze as she saw Jilly.“Jilly? Is that really you?” The two women burst into tears as they rushed toward one another, and Nathan noticed that pronounced limp in Jilly’s steps. What the hell had happened to her?“I knew you were alive. I knew you’d come back to us. Welcome home, my darling daughter.”Jilly pulled back to smile at her. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.”

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“Maybe. Or you could hear me out. If it was your sister, you’d have done the same thing.”Nathan folded his arms. He should walk away but he had to know. “I thought she ran off with her boyfriend. She was wild at eighteen.” Smart is sexy but is he safe? This scientist has no idea he’s built a think tank in bear shifter territory!“That’s what my mother thought. The cops wouldn’t do anything because she was an adult. Her phone was dead. Finally I got a call from her. She said to stop or they’d kill her. Someone grabbed the phone. She was crying.” His eyes looked haunted.“I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me then?” Nathan resisted the urge to hold his ex.“It all happened so fast. Federal agents showed up at my apartment. They were monitoring the sex ring and there were insiders and a plan. Because she’d made contact with me and her captors knew, they had to erase me. My life was in danger. I didn’t have a choice.”“She called you?” Nathan asked.“Her phone was disconnected. She must’ve used one of her captor’s phones the Feds had a trace on. I was lucky but I couldn’t drag you into that. You and my mother had to be safe or I couldn’t take it. If you knew, you’d be in danger.” He moved in but paused and backed off. “Maybe I should’ve stayed away. Who knew it would take so long?”“Is she okay?” Nathan couldn’t even let his mind go to what the girl had been through.“They broke up the ring. She’s safe now. It’ll take time for all the girls to heal. You don’t have to believe me but I came back as soon as I could.” He began to walk away.Nathan couldn’t let it end like this. “Wait.”

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“We should’ve stayed away. But we couldn’t.”We. Nathan’s heart turned to dust in his empty chest. “Who were you with since you left me?” He reached out to shake her, the woman he’d once loved. Maybe he still loved her, because instead of grabbing her he brushed a lock of blonde hair back from her stunning blue eyes. Take a journey into the future with 3013..“She’s been with me.” “You!” Shock and fury filled him as he spun around to face the man he’d once considered his best friend. Nathan’s hand was clenched into a fist, his arm drawn back to strike, but Chris just stood there.“Go ahead. I deserve it,” he said, meeting Nathan’s eyes. That’s when he finally saw the scars. “Jesus. What the hell happened to you?”Long story. I’ll tell it later, if you decide to come with us. I know you’re not big on second chances, but…we came back for you.”The world began to tip on its axis and Tabi appeared beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He should have pushed her away. He didn’t. “Why did you leave me? Why come back now?”Tabi hugged him. “We didn’t want to go without you, baby, but we had to. And we’re back because we need you. Both of us.”  “I don’t understand,” he said, but it was a lie. He just didn’t believe it could be possible. “Yeah, you do,” Chris said and hauled him roughly into his arms, kissing him the way Nathan had imagined in a thousand different dreams. When Tabi stood on tip toes to join them, the icy numbness finally faded from around his heart, replaced by joy and the simmering heat of lust. No matter what had happened, or what was to come, he was never letting them out of his sight again.

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Welcome Cheryl Dragon!

Too Close for Comfort 
When Eric Ridgeway becomes a millionaire, he does what he couldn’t do before. Maine is the perfect place to open a think tank to help solve environmental quandaries. He knows nothing of shifters or paranormal creatures. 
A nice little group of bear shifters live among humans in a small Maine town. With woods to run in and peace in their territory, they just need to keep an eye out for newcomers who might betray the secret. Ray understands the danger but trusts Eric. It might just be the intense attraction but the bears can’t stop new people from moving in. Scientists building a big facility only miles out of town is a nightmare for most of the bears…even if the owner is a hunk. 
With Geek in the Woods and the Geeks in Nature series—I wanted to do a bear shifter story but something a little different. Brains and brawn. Geeks and Bears. All sexy men who are in it for the right reasons but can’t help their nature. The conflict isn’t personal, yet it is. The problem is built in to the system of the worlds they live in, the laws of their worlds, and who they are. The bears have every reason to doubt the scientists. Men like that love to conduct experiments, discover new things, and publish their evidence. 
These scientists are environmentally focused but even Eric is fascinated by the truth about Ray. They have every legal right to build but massive bears sabotaging the tank certainly could ruin the dream project. He must form an alliance or at least forge peace. Eric and Ray find passion and love but Eric will have to pick the scientists he invites to the tank very carefully… 
I loved this idea because you can believe in both characters and still see why there is mistrust. All it takes is one scientist who can’t resist the glory of a new discovery or one bear who decides there are too many newcomers poking around town. The potential for love is always there as is the inherent conflict between the geeks and the bears.

GEEK IN THE WOODS Major construction disrupts more than Ray Hooker’s life; it rattles his small town with a secret. 
As sexy genius Eric Ridgeway continues building his state-of-the-art think tank, the town’s shifter population is terrified their identities will be uncovered by the group of incoming scientists. When fear drives vandals to slow construction, Ray helps Eric defend his property. Their relationship heats up and, in order to protect Eric, Ray reveals that he’s a bear shifter. 
Now, not only is his secret out of the bag, but Ray needs to decide if loving Eric is worth the risk of discovery by other scientists. None of that will matter if their newfound attraction can’t outlast fear, lies and distrust!Available Now From These Online BookstoresAMAZON| ARE| B&N

ABOUT THE AUTHORhttp://cheryldragon.com A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.

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Cursed to bear the sins of his forefathers, Chey Black has spent more time running the forest as a wolf than he has lived as a man. Finding love and breaking the curse during his brief reprieves is nearly impossible, especially when the world he once knew has moved on and forgotten him. So, why bother when being alone is easier?
As a guardian, it’s Quinn Augustine’s responsibility to help Chey acclimate to the changing world and aid him in his search for a true mate. Befriending the gruff wolf-shifter is fine, but attachments only complicate his job. Chey’s chiseled body and roguish charm prove too tempting to resist, though, and before long, Quinn’s protective walls come crumbling down.
What starts as mere animal magnetism soon evolves into something much deeper, but breaking the curse won’t be that easy. Someone seriously wants Quinn dead, and unless Chey can find and eliminate the threat, he’ll be doomed to walk alone forever.



Bran is a man cursed to spend twenty-five years in his feral form and only six months in his human one. Love
may be able to break the cycle but magic is better left to the storybooks, even if that means living like an animal.
Justin Taylor has had a bad stroke of luck lately. He was fired from his job, estranged from his parents, and a bear is eating his marshmallows. When the bear turns into a handsome man as magically as Cinderella’s pumpkin at midnight, he thinks his luck might be turning around. That is, until his one-night stand brains himself with a sink and necessitates a hospital visit.
Humans and bears might not usually mix but fate keeps drawing them together even after they’ve decided to call it quits. If they can survive bad luck, stubborn bears, and bad deals with mob bosses, they might just find that love can cure any curse.




Quinn Bridges has almost everything a man could ask for. He is healthy, his cattle station is doing well, and he just signed a deal of a life time. After a chance encounter with a young man at the pub, he thinks perhaps he has met the final missing piece to his life.
Luc Walker has spent most of his life proving himself to everyone around him. Meeting Quinn changes that as the older man has no idea who Luc really is. Desperate to not change how Quinn sees him, Luc keeps his true identity from him.
But when things fall apart and Quinn discovers Luc’s secret, will he be able to convince Quinn that nothing is more important to him, then loving his cowboy?




Major construction disrupts more than Ray Hooker’s life; it rattles his small town with a secret.
As sexy genius Eric Ridgeway continues building his state-of-the-art think tank, the town’s shifter population is terrified their identities will be uncovered by the group of incoming scientists. When fear drives vandals to slow construction, Ray helps Eric defend his property. Their relationship heats up and, in order to protect Eric, Ray reveals that he’s a bear shifter.
Now, not only is his secret out of the bag, but Ray needs to decide if loving Eric is worth the risk of discovery by other scientists. None of that will matter if their newfound attraction can’t outlast fear, lies and distrust!



Jackson Murphy is an architect living and working in Los Angeles, California. His entire life is turned upside down when a private investigator hands him a manila envelope. Looking through the contents, he soon realizes that his biological father isn’t the man that raised him. Instead, it's a man named William Rickett. William is very ill and his last request is to meet Jackson. Dropping everything, Jackson packs a bag and heads to Colorado. 
Wyatt Thompson is the foreman at the Belt Buckle Ranch. He’s also been a friend to William Rickett, the ranch owner for fifteen years. When the man passes away, it’s his responsibility to make sure William’s five sons stay at the ranch. His attraction to Jackson is instantaneous, but Wyatt is reluctant to follow his heart when the future is unknown.



Feeling emotions for the first time, this hellhound must let go of his hate to learn to love.
An Omega at Moon Compound, Oren’s life was irrevocably altered after being bitten by a hellhound. When the hellhound returns after saving Oren’s friends, Oren can’t forgive the enemy who mated the two of them that one fateful day.
Daegal is forever changed. As a hellhound, he never felt any emotions except hate until he bit a wolf on the day the horde attacked. Now giving up everything to see Oren again, he finds himself at the mercy of his enemies. Will he be able to let go of the hate to learn about love, or will he forever be lost to the shadows?
Authors note: This may be read as a standalone book however for better reading enjoyment, it is adviced to read the series in order. Thank you

Can Madame Eve work her magic one more time? Leo Santos left the one man he loved behind to care for his ailing father. Sky Macy never forgot his one and only that got away. When they meet again on a blind date setup by 1Night Stand, will they go their separate ways or will the sparks reignite the love they never forgot?
On a secluded beach at the resort Las Casitas Villas in Fajardo, Leo and Sky come face to face after years apart. Passion ignites so hot it threatens to burn them from within. They both will need to open their hearts and learn to trust if they hope to find love during one night of passion in a tropical paradise.




Entering the small bar on the side of the highway, Remy didn’t harbor high expectations for the night, not until he notices the most gorgeous man in the place checking him out from across the room. Casual hookups in dark alleys aren’t his style, but he knows he’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. 
From the moment the blond beauty stepped into the room, Colt had to have him, even if just for the night. Their parking lot tryst gets off to a sizzling start, especially when Colt realizes the barfly enjoys a firmer hand. It’s just a one night stand, though. What does it matter if he can’t remember the man’s name? 
Unfortunately for him, it matters a lot to Remy, and Colt’s one-time fling is about to become much more than he expected.

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Storybook Menagerie is a monthly blog segment in which I write the opening paragraphs to a flash fiction piece and ask fellow authors to continue the story in 300 words or less. So, let the storytelling begin! 
April's Prompt
What would you sacrifice to save the one you love?

The single thought chased itself in an endless circle, shrouding Dustin in inky blackness. If it meant a trade, a life for a life, he’d go willingly and without regret. What they wanted from him, though, what they demanded, was a fate far worse than death.

Staring through the stained and weathered window of the abandoned warehouse, he saw no way out, no other options. However he looked at it, he lost, but he couldn’t walk away, not this time.

Without turning, he hung his head, closed his eyes, and released the breath he'd been holding. “Okay, I’ll do it.”



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“Do it now.”Dustin Scalia turned to stare at the woman tied to the chair, ignoring the two other men in the room. His heart clenched at seeing the fear shining back at him from those beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to assure Maria that he would never hurt her. Wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, but he couldn’t.Because it would be a lie if this didn’t go the way he planned.Dustin owed his uncle Tony for taking him in when his parents had died, for giving him a purpose. He’d been an enforcer for the family for five years now, and never hesitated doing what needed to be done. There was only one rule he’d never broken, but they were asking—no, demanding—that he do so now.He didn’t hurt children, or women.Until now…Maria Rosini was the daughter of their enemy, but she was far more than just a pawn in the war being waged between the two families. She was also the woman he loved.She strained against the bindings holding her in place, spitting curses at him as he took the gun from his belt. She didn’t understand. None of them did.“I’m sorry for what I have to do,” Dustin said, meaning it.Her eyes narrowed, rage flashing hot. “I don’t believe you.”“Enough of this,” Tony called out. “End it.”Dustin spared him a glance, nodded then turned back to Maria. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”“Go to hell.”That had a smile lifting one side of his lips. There was his girl. Staring into her eyes, Dustin raised his gun. Without warning, he turned, firing at his uncle and bodyguard, then watched dispassionately as their bodies hit the ground. Take a journey into the future with 3013...

+Kalista Kyle  kalistakyle.blogspot.com “You’re going to go out there without a weapon?  Dustin, that makes no sense.”   Trey once again looked out the window, and his bright blue eyes widened when he saw what was approaching.  No one was coming back from that.Dustin looked at the man he had come to love over the past year. He didn’t want to leave him, but he had no choice. The only way was to surrender. Once he did that, they would leave Trey alone.“I love you, Trey.”  Taking one last look at the blond haired, blue eyed man, Dustin opened the door to meet his fate, praying this sacrifice would be worth losing Trey forever.Dustin slowly walked out of the beaten up farmhouse.  Outside, Victor Cree stood smiling. He knew he’d won this round and wanted to gloat. Dustin could feel it.“I’m so glad you finally saw things my way.” As he stepped forward, his long black trench coat caught the breeze and fluttered behind him.“No, like I had a choice. Just remember our deal, old man.”  Dustin would do anything to save Trey, even make a deal with Victor.“My boy, a deal is always a deal.” He smiled, showing a row of pearly white fangs, and the light in his eyes promised Dustin would pay dearly for the deal he’d just struck. Show and Tell -- Coming June 2014

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“Turn and kneel.” A new voice came from behind him, one heavy with age and authority. Dustin found himself obeying without hesitation, as if the centuries since he had last served had never been. The others had stepped back, leaving a solitary figure standing in the center of the warehouse. She had skin as cold and pale as marble and golden eyes that gleamed with the infernal light of the damned. On his knees, Dustin lifted his head and met her terrible gaze. “She’ll be safe? With no memory of what happened?”There was a brief glimmer of what might have been pity in the woman’s gaze. “You have my word, lycan. She will not remember anything about you, or our world. The council will have no further interest in her.” “Then let’s get this over with.” He kept his tone respectful, but only barely. “Indeed.” The woman held out her hand and one of the others hurried to her side, placing a length of gleaming metal chain in her upturned hand. His collar. Dustin gritted his teeth as she moved closer, his skin already itching at the thought of having to submit again. Three hundred years of servitude to the Counsel, that’s the price they had asked for Jessica’s life. He would be one of their enforcers, with everything he was subsumed by the magic of that damned collar, leaving him a prisoner in his own mind, with nothing but his memories to keep him sane.He had once sworn that he would die before accepting a collar again. But that was before Jessica. She had taught him how to love again, and he would do anything to protect her, even if it meant she wouldn’t remember loving him.Dustin would just have to remember for both of them. The mission was simple...until fate stepped in.

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“Good. As I said before, your pregnant wife is safe and as long as you don’t try and run to the police, I won’t be forced to kill her. And we both know that you don’t want that, do we? This is the only way we can assure you won’t run to the police and reveal our plans to the DEA. The deal is set tonight. All you have to do is show up for the exchange. Once the deal is done, we will let her go free.”Dustin wanted to rip the piece of shit’s eyes out, but he knew that they wouldn’t hesitate to have her killed. It was all his fault he was in this situation, and his wife’s life was now at stake. He should have never gotten involved with the crooked bastards, but he needed the money, and he knew by working with the drug and money-laundering brothers that someday they would need him to do something that could jeopardize his life.  He couldn’t even bare to look at them, knowing that they were holding her captive. “I just want to make sure that after tonight that her life will no longer be in danger or be harmed in any way after I do this for you.”The man chuckled behind him, “You have my promise. Now that you work for me, you will no longer have the life you once led. You can no longer contact your loved ones or tell them where you are. And if you do, I won’t hesitate to have them all killed.”Dustin would do anything to save her life and their baby that she carried. Even though he would never see them, it was a chance he had to take.   A woman desperate to leave her past behind…two biker hunks eager to break down her barriers and start a new chapter as one.
+Kennedy Layne  www.kennedylayne.com Dustin finally turned and surveyed the group of militiamen standing in front of him.  He was out of that lifestyle now, having turned his rebellious self into a respected man many years ago.  Half a lifetime of proving that to himself and to that of his family were about to go up in smoke all because of a foolish woman who got herself into more trouble than a cat on it’s ninth life.  Regrettably, his love for her was stronger than his pride.“Don’t do this, Dusty.”Dustin had to close his eyes at the imprudent determination that laced Heidi’s voice.  Hadn’t he always known that she was reckless in her pursuit of a story?  After all, her reputation as an investigative journalist preceded her.  Her camera lay on the ground, the lens shattered like their lives had been the second she’d snuck into this compound.  He wouldn’t be able to look at her and do what he had to do, so he intentionally eyed the leader of this faction.“I’ll take lead point on this raid, but only if you release her and I know she's safe.”  Dustin made eye contact with Jeremy Graft, ensuring that this man knew this wasn’t a bluff.  “If not, then kill us both now and quit wasting our time.” Is it possible to renew one's faith in love?            +Jana Downs www.janadowns.com

He hated field hockey but, damn it all, it was Caleb’s thirtieth birthday and he’d given him cart blanche on their chosen activities. Normally he could get out of Caleb’s schemes to get him into whatever team sport he was interested end but not this time.
“The team needs you, Dustin,” Caleb said, solemnity written in every laugh-line of his face. 
He rolled his eyes. If Caleb really wanted to play Dustin’s pro-hockey player brother-in-law, then he had no choice but to save his gorgeous backside by going head to head with the big lug. He glanced over at Caleb’s grinning mug. 
“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered. Guarding his brother-in-law to keep him from clobbering his lover was going to be next to impossible as soon as the ball hit the warehouse floor but, to save Caleb’s ego and his face, he was going to do it come hell or high water. 
Caleb winked at him. “I know, baby boy. I’ll give you a rub down later after a nice soak in the hot tub.” 
He had better. “A blow job wouldn’t be amiss either,” Dustin said.
“Hey, now, it’s my birthday.” Happily ever after may come at a steeper price than either man is willing to pay to reach Forever’s End.
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The XYZ Ranch is more than just a ranch….Made up solely of gay men, Zander Wesley, the owner is on a mission. Tired of feeling ignored and segregated from the rodeo world, Zander is building a rodeo team made up of some of the best cowboys around. As a secondary goal, Zander and his partners are building what they hope becomes one of the largest ranching cooperatives in the west.
Five stories introduce you to the world of the XYZ with hot love stories and even hotter nights. Start your journey for free with Macon’s Story, now available at Amazon. Saddle up, and come take a ride with cowboys that a sure to tickle your fancy.
Macon’s Story blurb: Macon Sumner loves two things in the world. One is taboo, his best friend Wade Sutherland. His second love is the rodeo, where their problems begin. When a nosy reporter clicks a picture at the rodeo, capturing Wade and Macon kissing, life is never the same and neither are their relationships with their family and peers.
As outcasts in their small, narrow-minded town, Wade and Macon feel the effects daily. Wade becomes secretive with their relationship, foolishly believing that hiding is the answer. What he doesn’t realize is how much harm he is inflicting on Macon by doing so.
Sneaking away for intimate moments with Wade are as hurtful as the glares Macon receives from people who are supposed to be neighbors, friends. Even roping buddies have stopped inviting them to functions. He can’t stand how he feels or how Wade is treating him. When he receives a call from Zander Wesley, he sees a new life and opportunity for him and Wade.

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Zander’s Story blurb: Zander Wesley feels cursed by his sexuality. While he wouldn’t change it, he is having difficulty coping and finding his place in the world. His family exiled him from their lives years ago, but the pain of rejection still haunts him as well as the memory of the beating he suffered at his father’s hand.

At thirty-two, Zander wants more than a life on the road and working for someone else during the winter. He has saved for a ranch, and all he needs to do is find it.

When Zander runs into Dean Buchanan and John Acker, desire he has held for the two heightens to a new level. He believed the men were straight, but a rendezvous with Dean in his horse trailer proves him wrong. Dean admits his feelings and expresses his want for more than just a fling. The only problem is John. Can he overcome his jealousy and succumb to his desire for Zander?

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Warren’s Story blurb: Warren Reynolds has never been one for commitment, and the idea of settling with one partner isn’t something he's ever wanted. When Zander Wesley steps into his world and offers him a lucrative deal, everything in his life begins to go haywire.
Jesse Martin, a shy cowboy with a crush on Warren makes a bold move at the bar, capturing Warren’s attention. The two share a night they will never forget. Old habits are hard to break, and before Warren realizes the implications of sneaking out during the night, his feet continue forward even though his heart directs him to do the opposite. His mistake haunts him daily, as well as the image of the man he seemed to connect with.

When Warren decides to visit the XYZ Ranch, he runs into Jesse. All he wants is one more chance, but Jesse isn’t sure. He is still hurting. Can Warren prove himself and win Jesse’s affection?

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Joe Ray’s Story blurb:Joe Ray Mullins can’t escape the sins of his father and is constantly looking over his shoulder. Trouble seems to lurk everywhere he goes. When two men are looking for him at a rodeo, he is leery because his father has recently been paroled from prison, and many are seeking to find him.

Christian Wright didn’t want to be in Kansas City with the owner of the XYZ Ranch, Zander Wesley, scouting for new members to begin with. He liked the event even less when the hot calf roper, Zander, who he has his sights set on, sticks a gun to his head in the restroom. They cut their losses and chalk up the event as nothing more than time wasted.

When they find Joe Ray badly beaten in the parking lot, they miss their flight in order to get him to safety. Who knew the bad boy image Joe Ray projected is nothing more than a ruse?

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Everett’s Story blurb: Everett Davis never expected to find his wife in bed with his best friend. Divorce gives him a second chance to be true to himself after hiding his secret desires for years. Packing up and walking away to take a farrier job at the XYZ Ranch lands him in quite a predicament.

Kyle Quinten, the ranch trainer, catches Everett’s attention. The only problem is the fact that Kyle is ten years his junior and has his sights set on winning Everett’s affection. Kyle isn’t concerned with the age difference and wants nothing more than to help heal Everett’s heart.
Fantasies were all Everett had ever experienced. When Kyle blatantly invites Everett to act on his desires, neither will ever be the same. Everett is led by his overwhelming passion for Kyle but fears the age difference between them will eventually cause problems.

Will Everett let go of his hang-ups and submit to the younger man who has fallen for him?

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3013: CLAIMED is the third book in the best selling  Sci-fi/Futuristic/Ménage erotic romance series, set in the year 3013!


As one of Earth’s greatest leaders, Commander Jax Spartan lives his life by a strict code. Dedicated and alpha to the core, he is the epitome of what every Elite solider aspires to be. Second-in-command Sullivan Archer rules by his best friend’s side, and together they form an unstoppable force that few are foolish enough to challenge. Jax and Archer have always known they’d share their chosen, but their hearts have already been claimed by the woman they’ve vowed will belong to them.
Alliance scientist Serra Lysander is a genius who has kept the planet safe with her inventions. She’s lived a sheltered life, separated from society by her brilliant mind and her overprotective mother. The only time Serra has truly ever felt accepted is with the two men that will cost her everything…
When danger leads Serra straight into the arms of Jax and Archer, they will do anything to keep her safe, even claiming her despite the fact she is off limits. With the future of the Alliance on the line, will their love and dedication be enough to save them, or will they be too late to stop the growing threat from destroying them all?
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STORY EXCERPT
Regent Spartan’s eyes narrowed. “Who have you called in?”
“Director Stryker and Ambassador V’Dir.”
With a satisfied nod, Regent Spartan said, “They are the best. If she’s innocent, they’ll clear her. The information we have is that the sale for the new stealth technology is set to be held on New Vega in a few weeks. Serra Lysander is booked on a private shuttle for New Vega before the deadline. That is highly suspicious. Even you have to admit that.”
“And why is she back on Earth now?” Regent Marks asked. “She hardly ever comes back on planet, so why has she decided to come check out the drones we’re testing the stealth tech on? We aren’t set to add it to the fleet for another three months, so why is she here now? She arrived here in the Capital. If she is here to examine her creation, why didn’t she arrive in Light City where the testing site is? We need to know what the hell she is trying to hide!”
Jax stared at the regents, knowing the older men saw the hard edge that gleamed from his own eyes. “Archer,” he snapped.
Knowing what Jax was asking for, Archer stepped forward. “Serra Lysander comes back to Earth every year for a two week period this time a year so she can attend the Freedom Day Gala. She’d never fly into Light City unless she has to, because that is where her fathers are stationed. Since they’re more interested in spending their free time with their mistress instead of seeing their daughter, Serra doesn’t bother with them. Tania Lysander-Dobbs is sure to stay clear of Earth if Serra is going to be anywhere near her fathers.”
“Why would Serra have handed the technology over to the Alliance if she just wanted to sell it?” Jax asked. “If you’ve looked at her accounts, you know she doesn’t care about credits. She hardly spends anything, and has more than she could spend in a lifetime anyways. All her time is focused on work.”
“Still, that doesn’t explain about the timing of the sale,” Regent Marks argued.
Jax turned to glare at the regent. “It’s not her, and you’re wasting time thinking it is.”
Regent Spartan sighed. “Jax, we are doing what we have to in order to protect the Alliance. Hell, to protect Earth. This new stealth program Serra has created far surpasses everything we have to date. Christ, even our systems can’t pick it up on scans. Can you imagine what would happen if one of our enemies had that tech? They could get within range to destroy our shields before we even knew they were there. There is too much at stake for us to simply let her go because you believe her.”
“Our people are working on a system to detect the stealth mode, but they’ve hit a wall and can’t figure out how to do it.” The irritation in Regent Mark’s voice was clear. “We have to figure out who is selling our tech and track the buyer so we can shut it down from that end. We need information, and that woman is the key!”
The grin that crossed Archer’s face was anything but amused. His amber eyes had a dangerous gleam to them that warned everyone in the room that he wasn’t a man to cross. “We’ll figure out who is behind this. Believe me.” He jerked his head toward the door.
 “Jax.”
Jax nodded then pulled the door open, striding out into the hallway. The two regents scurried out of the room after them, their protests falling on deaf ears. Jax simply glared at the soldier standing guard in front of the closed door to the interrogation room and watched with satisfaction as the poor man shifted to the side with a hunch of his shoulders as if trying to escape notice.
“Jax! Stop ignoring me. You can’t go in there,” his father growled.
“Watch me.”
“Damn it, have some sense! You have no authority in this!”
“Oh, but I will. Anything that has to do with Serra is our business, and therefore gives us the authority to act on her behalf.” Jax’s smile was feral. “She belongs to us. Consider her claimed.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Serra sucked in a harsh breath as she admired his strong, beautiful body. He was like sculpted marble, all hard muscle and sinew covered with golden flesh. She loved the hard contours of his body, and the large cock that jutted out proudly from between his thighs. She was fascinated by the differences between their bodies, and wanted to look at him, up close and personal. He reminded her of a large jungle cat, and she was mesmerized by the way his muscles moved as he stalked forward. Lust mixed with curiosity when he sat down right in front of her. She drank him in, studying the rigid shaft that had filled and risen so it slapped against his hard abs.
Positioning herself between his legs, she hesitated before she set her hands down on his hard thighs. The solid muscle beneath her fingers flexed as she slid her hands up slowly. Tearing her gaze away from his straining flesh, she looked up into his eyes, needing to ask him for what she wanted. As if he knew she was holding back, he frowned at her.
“What do you want, Serra? Ask me and it’s yours.”
“I…I want to study you. Is that bad?”
“Go ahead, baby. But I have to warn you, I’m already riding the edge. It won’t take much to push me over. I want you too much, and having you stare at my dick isn’t helping.”
She looked back down at his hard flesh and saw his shaft jerk under her gaze. “It seems to like the attention,” she murmured.
He choked back a laugh. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”
She glanced back up at him and smiled, knowing he could see the emotions swirling in her eyes. “No, Jax. I’m going to be your life, as you will be mine.”
“Serra,” Jax growled low in his throat. “Finish your inspection before I take you right here on the damn floor.”
Hearing the strain in his voice, she decided to stop stalling and get on with her experiment. She knew he was holding onto his control by a thin thread from the tension all but radiating from him. Looking at him like this was an experience unlike any other she’d ever had. She wasn’t just a scientist studying a subject. She was a woman learning her lover’s body.
Serra had often heard other women talking about their sex partners. She’d heard men’s penises often described as being odd looking, or even strange and ugly. Now, seeing Jax with her own eyes, Serra knew they were wrong.
Jax was beautiful…every single inch of him.
His hard cock was large and thick, with heavy veins pulsing under the skin of the shaft. The mushroomed head looked soft, almost supple, and she was utterly enthralled as a drop of liquid appeared at the tip from the tiny hole at the end. Pre-cum. She knew what it was, but had never seen it before.
And she wanted to taste it…taste him.
Jax leaned back on his hands, letting his head fall back as he let her do her thing. It was a kind of torture. To sit there patiently and let her study him, when all he wanted to do was throw her on the ground and pound himself into her until he got rid of the damn hard-on he’d been packing for days. He knew about her need to understand everything around her, and he struggled to give her that. Jax not only wanted her to be comfortable with his body, he also wanted her to be able to ask him for anything she needed.
It had been difficult for him to leave her earlier, allowing her time with Archer so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed or unsure about their commitment to caring for her. He’d seen too many other bonding units run into issues if both men claimed a woman together the first time they introduced her to the pleasures they could give her, and he didn’t want that for Serra. Stepping back had been hard as hell, but he hadn’t been lying when he said he would do anything for her.
Shit, he’d kill for her…waiting a few hours to fuck the hell out of her wasn’t even in his top ten list of difficult tasks he’d do for her. He let his mind drift as he closed his eyes, trying to relax, but they popped back open as he let out a hoarse shout when he felt her tongue lap at the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock.
Holy galactic sonic boom, she really was trying to fucking kill him!
Serra hummed in her throat as the taste of him exploded on her tongue. His flavor was rich, almost earthy, salty with a hint of sweetness she hadn’t expected. She was encouraged by his throaty growl, and engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly on the spongy head as she swirled her tongue around it to collect another pulse of pre-cum.
“Sweet God, baby! Fuck, that’s good. Suck it. Suck my cock for me.”



BIO:
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.
An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com .

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Women Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please contact...Intergalactic Matchmaking Services.Maggie Cline decides to investigate her romantic possibilities after she becomes a target when she identifies the shooter in a local murder.Can she find a soul mate away from everything she knows and has worked hard for here on Earth? What about her loyal companion? Will she have to give up her cat, Mamzell, for a chance at love?
This is from Chapter 11 of “Maggie’s Story.” She is meeting the aliens (Nordonians) for the first time.Claire stepped back from the doorway, and in stepped two other people, dressed in black pants and wearing short cloaks. They had hoods over their heads, and their arms were tucked into their cloaks.Indicating the person in the dark blue cloak, Claire said, “Maggie Cline, I would like to introduce you to Ambassador Pacer of the Rion clan. He is here to meet you and answer any questions you may have that I’ve not covered. The Ambassador speaks English, so that will make things much easier for you.”Maggie’s eyes widened as she took in the stranger. He had pushed his hood back to reveal a face similar to a human’s but it was also different. He had no hair that she could see, and wore a black tattoo that wrapped around the sides and to the top of his head. The ambassador’s skin was a combination of light orange and pale green. It was hard to tell where each color left off; they blended seamlessly into each other in a slightly mottled effect. His eyes seemed to be a solid black and were a little larger than a human’s eyes. He held his hand out to shake hers. It was automatic to shake his hand. As she did, she noticed he had large hands. His handshake was surprisingly gentle. Well, I was right…there are no little green men; but there are definitely big green men, she thought to herself.“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cline. Claire has told me a lot about you. May I introduce the Starrays’Security Chief, Daxon of the Flame clan?” He indicated the individual standing directly behind him. As he did, this person also removed his hood.Maggie gasped as she took in this new person. She found him to be quite beautiful with his light blue and light green mottled skin. Again, the colors joined seamlessly, fading from one to the other.  He, too, wore a black tattoo wrapped around his head. The markings looked like stylized flames. His eyes were a dark blue, allowing Maggie to notice that his pupils were vertical, like a cat’s. The effect was quite startling. The Security Chief was almost a foot taller than Maggie at about six and a half feet in height. His nose was a bit broad and somewhat flat. She could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed. He didn’t say anything, just nodded his head in her direction. Maggie felt like she had been zapped with an electrical charge; she was speechless.“Mrawr,” came Mamzell’s voice from the bedroom doorway.“Aha, this must be the pet Claire told us about, is it not?” asked the ambassador. He spoke so formally it reminded Maggie of older British movies she sometimes watched.“Yes, this is my cat, Mamzell. She doesn’t normally come out around guests.”At this time Mamzell sauntered out of the hallway and went directly to the security chief, wrapping herself around his ankles, rubbing along his pants legs. As he picked up his foot, Maggie called out, “Don’t kick her! She is only checking you out. She doesn’t normally go up to strangers, so I’m surprised.”“I wasn’t going to kick her, I was just going to try to get her off of me. She is leaving her hair on my clothing,” said Daxon. His gravelly voice brought to mind Sean Connery; deep, rich, and a bit of a brogue.“Well, cats shed a little. It won’t hurt you or your uniform. Come here, Mamzell, let’s put you back in the bedroom for now.” “Mrawr,” answered the cat. She really didn’t want to leave Daxon’s legs, though. Maggie had to resort to scooping her up, walking her into the bedroom and placing her in the middle of the bed. Maggie left her a couple of cat treats as a bribe.“You stay in here; I’ll let you out once our company has left,” Maggie said, as she closed the bedroom door.The two Nordonians looked at each other, each raising an eyebrow in query. “I didn’t realize cats were sentient beings, Claire. Ms. Cline talks to her pet as though it understands her. Do all humans talk to their pets like this? And do the pets understand them in return?” asked Ambassador Pacer.Maggie had walked back into the room during this question and laughed out loud. “I talk to my cat all the time. And while we don’t understand each other like you and I would understand each other when we talk, I do know what she wants usually when we ‘talk’. Think of it more like a mother being able to understand the different cries of a child.”“Ah, that makes sense then. I was afraid my research had been severely lacking. Ms. O’Donnell said you would not consider relocating without your pet, so we had to do some research on what exactly humans considered pets and how they dealt with them.”Just like that Maggie was reminded she was talking to aliens. Real life aliens. How could she forget why these two exotic-looking males were in her home?“You don’t need to worry about that, Ambassador, I have no intention of leaving Earth to live with aliens. I think this has been one big mistake. I’m not interested in being used as a breeding machine for the U.S. government or for aliens.”This seemed to surprise both gentlemen for they each raised a hairless eyebrow ridge. It was a very human-like gesture. “Ms. Cline, I assure you, we are not looking for human females strictly for breeding purposes. While it would be great if the pairings between humans and Nordonians were to prove fruitful, we also value the emotional side of relationships.” The ambassador looked to Claire at this point.“I told Maggie she was focusing too much on the reproductive side of the equation,” said Claire with a frown. “Perhaps if we all sat down we could continue this conversation more comfortably.”“Fine,” Maggie replied shortly. She wasn’t really sure what else to say. She didn’t want to be rude and she was curious about what the aliens truly wanted from her. It was just hard to get past the fact they were wanting to mate with humans for the continuation of their race.The security chief stayed in the entryway, his hands crossed behind his back, as the ambassador draped his own cloak over the end of the couch and sat.“We Nordonians are used to forming relationships and family groups much like you humans do, Maggie. We have been missing that these last thirty years since the females of our race were exterminated in warfare. Tests have shown that humans are quite compatible with us not only for the continuation of our race, but for emotional balance, too. … It has only been about eighteen months that we have tried this program called the Intergalactic Matchmaking Services. There have only been six women so far that have agreed to leave Earth behind after meeting a suitable mate among our men.”“What happens to the women who decide not to go with you,” asked Maggie. She wasn’t sure she was going to like the answer, but she had to ask the question.


Book 2 "Shirley's Story (Intergalactic Matchmaking Services)"  Available from Amazon Women Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please contact.....Intergalactic Matchmaking Services.Just as Shirley decides to try opening herself up to a chance at love, a stalker from her past returns. How does she move forward when her past comes knocking? What's going on with her young student, Hannah? Will her dog, Oreo, be okay with Shirley looking for love?


This is Chapter 1 of “Shirley’s Story.”“Women Wanted: Must have a sense of adventure and be open to new experiences. Must also be willing to relocate. Please contact Claire O’Donnell at Intergalactic Matchmaking Services, (360) 555-4416, for more information.”Monday, December 9Home Sweet Home, thought Shirley. It was good to be home after a day of teaching first-graders. She pulled into the driveway of the only home she had ever known. Taking a deep breath of the cool air blowing in off the Skagit River, heavy with the scent of salt from the Puget Sound, she felt her insides start to unwind. The old clapboard house was inherited from her parents on their death several years ago. A member of the Hampton family had lived in this house on Dunbar Road since the early 1900’s. Shirley was the last of the Hamptons in this area.Before heading inside, she walked down the long driveway to the mailbox at the curb. With the mail in hand Shirley headed to the house. She could hear Oreo barking excitedly from inside the house. It was nice to have someone to come home to, but she would have liked it even more if there was a partner to come home to. Someone to share news with about the kids she taught. Someone to snuggle on the couch with. Oreo, the black and white Whippet she received as a gift three years ago, did her best to fill the void in Shirley’s life. It was easy to trust a dog; not so easy to trust men. Not after what she had endured.“Hey, girl, how’re you doing, hmm?” she asked the bouncing dog. She bent down to pet her behind her ears; Oreo loved having her ears scratched. Her whole head was black except for the thin strip of white down the center from her forehead to her nose. Little Hannah Ford had named the dog Oreo.Shirley put away her coat and purse. Gathering the mail to take with her to the back of the house, she turned to the adorable black and white dog. “Let’s get you in the back yard, Oreo,” she said to the dog as she walked to the sliding glass door leading into the large yard from the dining room. ….Shirley picked up the mail she had dropped onto the kitchen table. Junk, junk, junk, a postcard, and a business envelope. ……She picked up the last envelope. A sense of dread crawled up her spine; sweat broke out on her brow and her palms became clammy. The return address on the envelope was the Washington Department of Corrections. She could think of only one reason they would contact her. They must be planning to release him. Dear Miss Hampton,This letter is to notify you that Mr. Bruce Mayfield has served his sentence in full and is being released on parole December 9, 2013. He has been advised to stay away from you, but there is no longer a Restraining Order or Order of Protection in place. If you have any concerns, please contact your local law enforcement office.Shirley was breathing hard by the time she got to the end of the letter. What do they mean if she has concerns? Of course she would be concerned! The maniac had tried to kill her and had almost succeeded. Her legs folded then, no longer able to hold her up. Oh, god, please don’t let him come back to Mount Vernon, she prayed silently.Shirley’s hand went to her abdomen. She could feel the hard line of the scars on her stomach; scars left on her by Bruce five years ago. He didn’t take it well when she ended their short, yet tumultuous relationship. He had been her first serious relationship, her first in so many things. After the death of her parents she had been so alone, so vulnerable. And Bruce had come into her life just when she needed someone to lean on. She thought he was her Mr. Right. Little did she know at the time he would turn out to be more Mr. Hyde. After she broke things off with him, Bruce had stalked her at all hours, coming to the school where she worked, parking outside her house, intimidating her by seeming to be everywhere she went. One night he broke into her house, drunk and screaming that she had no right to dump him, that she was his. He had been served that day with a Restraining Order and Order of Protection. It set off his hair-trigger temper. Shirley met him in the entryway, the phone in her hand. She had dialed 911, begging them to please hurry. The police arrived in time to catch Bruce, but not in time to keep him from hurting her. He had attacked Shirley with a large serrated hunting knife that he carried in his boot. He had stabbed her three times in the abdomen and once in the back. She had spent over a week in the hospital. The effect of that attack would be with her the rest of her life, though. Just the thought of the damage he had done to her angered her. The anger helped to burn away the fear. She was scarred, but the worst part of all was that her whole future would be affected by him. She would never be able to put the incident behind her completely. When he had stabbed her in the lower abdomen, he had hit one of her ovaries and the doctors had to remove it. She wanted kids someday, but her chances were now cut in half thanks to Bruce. Of course, it wasn’t like she was in the running for motherhood as it was. Trusting men did not come easy these days; it had been a long time since she had gone out on a date.Oreo’s bark brought Shirley back to the present. Opening the sliding door, she let her energetic companion inside, then made sure she locked the door. She walked around the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked. Counting on Bruce to do the smart thing, and stay away from her, wasn’t something she would do. The smartest thing about Bruce were his wisdom teeth. The guy had drank too deeply from the well of ignorance.

Storybook Menagerie - March Edition

It's amazing how many different ways a story can go from the same beginning.
Welcome to Storybook Menagerie, a new monthly collection of short flash fiction from some of my favorite fellow authors. The premise is simple. I write a beginning, just a paragraph or two. From there, authors pick up the story where I left off and add to it - in 250 words or less.

For March, we have an amazingly talented group of authors, including +Zayne Michaels, Vicktor Alexander, Cheryl Dragon, +Susan Hayes, +Laurie Roma, and +Jana Downs 
Ready to get started?
In the beginning...
Rounding his shoulders against the harsh winds, Michael Connelly approached the lonely bench situated near the walking trail and eased down onto the frozen seat. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled, calling out the midnight hour with its mournful cry.
The full moon hung low in the sky, sparkling off the fresh blanket of fallen snow and illuminating the abandoned park in hues of the palest blues. Reaching into his coat pocket, Michael extracted his cell phone, clutching it tightly as he stared down at the display…and waited.



Zayne Michaelswww.zaynemichaels.com When ten minutes passed without so much as a text message, Michael stood and paced in front of the bench, cursing himself for being such a fool. Still, he stayed. When another twenty minutes came and went, and his cell phone didn’t ring, he finally had to accept the painful truth—Jared wasn’t coming.
He didn’t know why he’d expected this time to be any different, but he’d gotten his hopes up…again, only to be let down…again. His brain told him loving a man so deeply rooted in the closet would only mean heartbreak for him, but his damned heart just hadn’t listened. Jared had been simultaneously holding him at arm’s length and reeling him in for over a year. It was time for Michael to take back his life and put an end to this never-ending cycle.Dropping his phone back into his pocket, he turned, only to bump into a wall of solid muscle. “Whoa, easy.” The stranger held him by the shoulders, preventing them both from falling on their asses. After looking Michael up and down with an appreciative grin, he took a step back and offered his hand. “I’m Aaron.”“Michael,” he answered as he squeezed Aaron’s hand, lingering a little longer than strictly necessary. “Sorry about that.”“No problem.” Easing past Michael, he continued toward the park exit, but stopped a few feet away and looked over his shoulder with another of those knowing smiles. “C’mon, you can buy me a drink to make up for it.”  BUY LINK



VICKTOR ALEXANDER http://www.vicktoralexander.com
He couldn’t believe that he had let himself be drawn out of his home at this time of the night just for a text message from… him, but it was too late for him to turn around and go back. Or was it? Just as he’d all but made up his mind to rise from the bench and leave, his cell phone lit up and as he stared at it, twelve words flashed across the screen. Twelve words that made Michael want to cry with happiness and tremble with fear. He finally had what he wanted, but what was he supposed to do with it now? He glanced up from the screen of the phone and took a shuddering breath before glancing down again to be sure that what he’d seen the first time was still the truth. The words were still there, calling to him like a siren, mocking him with his greatest desire.
“I did it. The divorce is final. I’m on my way now.”
Nickolas Larraby, his married lover was finally divorced and Michael could love him openly, he should be excited, and yet…
He was suddenly afraid that it would all be stolen away from him.
Before he could dwell on it longer, he heard the roar of Nickolas’s truck pulling into the parking lot, before his heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness as he ran toward Michael. Michael looked up and barely had a moment to whisper Nickolas’s name before he was kissed furiously. BUY LINK


Cheryl Dragon
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Michael began to doubt reporting the fraud to the feds. His boss hadn’t listened so what else could he do? This meeting was crazy. He was a financial analyst, not a spy. 
His phone chimed and Michael read the text. Obeying, he stood up, took three steps forward, and put his hands out at his sides. The cold wind cut through him. Forcing himself not to panic, he closed his eyes.
A pair of large strong hands came out of nowhere and patted him down. Shoulders and arms, torso, waist, and legs. Everywhere. In another time and place, this would be a fantasy. 
Michael opened his eyes and surveyed the federal agent who’d responded to his inquiry. Baby blue eyes and coal black hair, the agent had broad shoulders and was tall. Attractive but probably straight.
Chuckling to himself, Michael was focusing on anything but the reason he was there. He didn’t want to be in the middle of this.
“You can relax,” the agent said.
His firm voice aroused Michel down to his toes. “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t have any proof. I can’t get files out.”
The agent nodded to the bench and they sat down. “Relax. You stumbled onto a case we’re already working.”
“Great. I risked my neck for nothing.” Michael pinched the bridge of his noes to relieve some of the tension. 
“Hardly. This is your lucky day.” The agent smiled. BUY LINK



Susan Hayeshttp://susanhayes.ca

Michael hunkered into his coat as the cold seeped deeper into his bones. He hadn’t been able to get warm all day. At least, not that he could remember. The only things he could clearly recall were the constant chill and the cryptic text message that had appeared on his phone. 
“Midnight. The bench where you proposed. Wait for me. L.”
So here he was, waiting. What else did he have to do? His children were grown, his friends gone. And it was pretty here, despite the cold. It had been years since he’d been to the bench. He tried to remember just how long, but his thoughts were as elusive as the wisps of breath that shrouded his face. 
A flicker of movement drew his attention and he glanced up to see the impossible walking toward him. Lauren. His Lauren. Looking so young and beautiful it made his heart ache.
He ran to her, sweeping her into his arms.
“Lauren? How? I lost you…” grief choked off his words.
“Not lost, just apart for a time,” she said and kissed him. She still tasted like summer sweet berries.
“You’re dead, my love,” he whispered the truth he had lived with for so many years.
“And now, so are you. Come, beloved. It’s time. We won’t be apart again. I promise.”
“But where are we going?” Already the wintery night was fading away, replaced by light and warmth.
“I don’t know where we’re going. I’ve been waiting for you.” BUY LINK



Laurie Romawww.laurieroma.blogspot.com
A sound from behind him had Michael spinning around, his Sig Sauer up and at the ready. He let out a vicious curse as Kira stepped out of the shadows. “Son of a…are you crazy? I could have killed you!”
A small smile played over her lush lips. “You’re better than that.”
Michael stood up slowly, shoving the gun and his phone back in his pockets. He frowned when he saw her hands were empty. “Where are your things?”
“I’m not going.”
“Oh, yes you are. You’re getting as far away from here as humanly possible.”
She shook her head, and the sheer determination shining back at him from her dark-brown eyes made him grit his teeth. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere until that murdering bastard who killed my father is dead.”
He was on her in two long strides, gripping her shoulders painfully as he fought the urge to shake some fucking sense into her. “These people are dangerous. This isn’t a damn game, Kira!”
“Of course it is, and it’s one I intend to win. I’m not leaving, Michael. I can’t…even for you.”
“I could make you,” he said, his voice deadly soft.
“You could, but you won’t. We both know I’ll never be free until this is finished. I can’t live like this anymore. I’m in this until the end.”
Defeated, he lowered his head until their foreheads were touching. “Until the end…” BUY LINK




Jana Downshttp://www.janadowns.com/
Today was D-day for his career, the make it or break it time period when he would finally know once and for all if he had what it took to make it as a published author. He’d shopped his manuscript from publishing house to publishing house without a modicum of interest shown by the editors who added his life’s work to the slush pile. The story was intimate, raw, his. He’d cut out his own heart and put it on the page. 
He looked down at his cell phone again, pressing a button just to illuminate the screen one more time in case he’d missed the message while staring down at it like an addict waiting for a fix. 
He wondered if his high school students felt this way before he handed back a big test. The outcome had already been decided but before that fatal period, there was still hope. 
Cursing himself as a fool, he walked deeper into the park, ignoring the bench that would probably freeze his ass to the cold metal anyway. 
Restlessness had driven him from his nice warm flat and into the cool streets. The park had seemed like a logical place to go since sitting in an all-night diner or coffee shop definitely wouldn’t take care of his agitation. 
“There’s probably a rejection letter in my mailbox,” he muttered to himself in an attempt to kill the hope that wanted to blossom in his chest. Their offices were closed now. They weren’t going to call. 
It was over. 
He shoved his hands deeper in his pockets to hide away his cell phone. He was done. BUY LINK

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Entering the small bar on the side of the highway, Remy didn’t harbor high expectations for the night, not until he notices the most gorgeous man in the place checking him out from across the room. Casual hookups in dark alleys aren’t his style, but he knows he’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.From the moment the blond beauty stepped into the room, Colt had to have him, even if just for the night. Their parking lot tryst gets off to a sizzling start, especially when Colt realizes the barfly enjoys a firmer hand. It’s just a one night stand, though. What does it matter if he can’t remember the man’s name? Unfortunately for him, it matters a lot to Remy, and Colt’s one-time fling is about to become much more than he expected.

 EXCERPT
Unfortunately, before he could reach the door, his toe caught on the leg of a barstool, and he stumbled a couple of steps before finding his balance. If that hadn’t been embarrassing enough, his misstep didn’t go unnoticed, either. Before he could make his getaway, the man he’d been drooling over for half an hour appeared in front of him, smirking as though he knew a secret but wouldn’t share.

“Whoa, easy.” He placed his massive hand in the center of Remy’s chest to stop him. “Do you have a ride? ’Cause I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“No, I’m fine. I only had a beer, half a second one, and some foo-foo drink.” His heart beat too fast, and he felt a little lightheaded, but it didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol he’d consumed. “I’m okay, really. Thank you.”

“Maybe I should drive you home, just in case.”

“No, no, thank you.” He tried to sidestep, but the guy moved with him, cutting off his exit. “I promise I’m not drunk.”

“I believe you.” The cocky grin that stretched his lips only made Remy’s heart beat faster and his dick throb to the point of pain. “Maybe I just wanted to get you on your knees in the back of my truck.”

His eyes rounded, and the air whooshed out of his lungs in a sharp gasp. “I…I…” Remy didn’t know what to say, so he snapped his lips closed to stop his stammering.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stepping closer, crowding against him, the guy insinuated a hand between them and cupped Remy’s erection through his jeans. “I’ll take this as a firm yes.”

Remy’s heart crawled up into his throat, cutting off any reply he might have offered. Those deep, dark eyes mesmerized him, holding him captive to his own lust. Still unable to form intelligible words, he licked his lips and nodded toward the exit. He didn’t typically engage in one night stands or clandestine encounters in the back alley, and while they’d flirted some, he honestly hadn’t thought the guy was that interested.

Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves often, though, not in Remy’s experience, and he’d be an idiot to pretend he didn’t want it. So he said nothing as he was led by the elbow to the exit.

“I…” he croaked. Then he cleared his throat and added some bass to his voice in an attempt to sound more confident than he felt. “I still don’t know your name.”

“Does it matter?”

Remy shrugged. “I guess not.” He’d likely never see the guy again, so no, it didn’t really matter.

Neither of them spoke again as they hurried across the litter-strewn asphalt to the shadowy recess in the back corner of the parking lot. Approaching the jacked up Ford 4x4, his mysterious bar hookup swung him around, pushing him roughly against the side of the truck and pinning him in place with his muscled body.

Large, callused hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt and scraped along the expanse of his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. “Colton,” the guy growled in his ear. “You can call me Colt.” Then his mouth crashed down on Remy’s with heat and hunger.

Remy’s body lit up like the Las Vegas strip, and he opened readily, allowing Colt to thrust his tongue between his parted lips. The man didn’t just kiss, he consumed, and each confident stroke of his tongue over Remy’s felt like a promise of things to come. When the top button of his jeans popped open and Colt reached inside the denim to grasp Remy’s rigid cock, his world tilted on its axis and started to spin.

“I’ve never done anything like this.”

“It’s easy,” Colt teased. “I’ll show you.”

“I meant hooking up in a parking lot.”

“I know.” He scraped his teeth down the side of Remy’s neck and licked a wet path back up to his earlobe. “You talk too much.”

In the next heartbeat, Remy found himself pushed to his knees on the hard asphalt, staring up at Colt while his heart pounded painfully against his sternum. Though he anticipated what would happen next, the hard set of Colt’s jaw and the dominance in his stance still sent a ripple of electricity down his spine.





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Zayne Michaels is a small-town girl who grew up and ran off to the big city. She currently resides in the Midwest where she spends her days dreaming up dark, sexy adventures in between soccer games and the never-ending pile of laundry. 
Zayne's fascination with old and discarded treasures has always been a source of inspiration for her tales. From antique clocks to old, dilapidated houses, her imagination turns to the what ifs and what used to bes. 
Maybe this love for the abandoned is why she is a firm advocate of second chances, or perhaps she's just a little crazy. Whatever the reason, Zayne believes everyone chooses their own path, creates their own destiny, and is the author of their own story.