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All Soul's Day Chapter 2

Chapter Two “What the hell am I doing?” I stared at the mess on my bed. I had changed shirts five different times. Three pairs of jeans were thrown on the floor; and it looked like every single pair of shoes I owned was tossed all over my bedroom. My bedroom looked like a bomb went off in it.I glared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Somehow I had managed to put on a pair of plaid dress pants, and a stripped polo.“Oh yeah, that’s just the look I was going for.” I groused at the reflection. Nervous much? Whispered through my mind. Shut the hell up! I answered. I often argued with myself in my mind. Usually it only happened in the ER when I was debating which course of action was best.My doorbell rang just as I finished getting dressed, for the sixth time. I ended up with a light blue polo and acid washed jeans, and boots. I left my hair loose. Grabbing my wool coat, I hurried to the door.“Hey!” I answered the door. “You want to come in, or just go?”Azrael eased me back from the door, letting himself in. He deliberately closed the door, and gradually moved me up against it. “Think we need to take care of something first.” He answered. Trapped between his warm heavy body and the door at my back, I watched as he slowly leaned down to kiss me. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips touched mine, coaxing me to open to him. Both of his arms came up to rest against the door near my head, imprisoning me in his embrace. His tongue explored my mouth, teasing the roof as he leaned in closer to me. I moaned quietly as the blood rushed to my cock. My arms found their way around his waist as he sought to get closer to me. I rubbed my leg up and down his thigh, panting into his mouth as he broke the kiss. One hand drifted down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly. My head fell back against the door as he nibbled on my throat.“Mmm.” I shuddered as he sucked lightly at the base of my throat.My hand drifted down to his groin. His shaft was restrained over to the left, and it was huge, just like the rest of him. I lightly traced a finger down the bulge that I could feel throbbing in his jeans.“Bed or dinner... what do you want, Grey?” He growled against my throat.“Jeez my body is screaming bed, but my mind says dinner.” I gasped. “I don’t want to rush this.” “Dinner it is, babe.” He moved back from me and adjusted that huge cock. “I want you to feel safe with me, so no pressure.”He was dressed like always. His ripped faded jeans hugged his ass, a dark corded sweater showed off his sexy chest, and black boots completed the look. His long blond hair was tied back, and he had his black leather jacket on. He looked dark and dangerous, and well, I looked like a damn preppy. What the hell are we doing together? That one simple kiss turned my brain to mush, made my heart pound, and my body scream with desire. I didn’t want to think about being in bed with him; I’d probably combust on the spot. The restaurant we went to was on the outskirts of town. It was a little Italian place that had candles at each table, and soft music playing in the background. Again he surprised me; I figured we’d go to a rowdy sports bar or something. Don’t judge a book by its cover whispered my mind. You’re right. I answered. Dinner was soft, sweet, and romantic. I found that I really enjoyed his company, and we shared a lot in common. During our conversation he told me more about the motorcycle repair shop that he owned. He also refurbishes antique motorcycles, a hobby of his. At the end of the night he walked me to my door, and gently kissed me goodnight. He wouldn’t leave till he heard me lock the door. I leaned against the door, listening as his boots echoed down the stairs. I gently ran a finger across my tingling lips. Heaven help me, I could fall in love with this guy.* * * * A month had past and Halloween was coming up soon. Cindy was throwing a costume party at her house, and had invited nearly the whole damn hospital. I had invited Azrael to go with me. Our relationship was growing, but we still hadn’t made love. We had fooled around on my couch some, but he always stopped right when things were getting good. I decided that tonight would be the perfect night to make love with him since Halloween was my favorite holiday.“What are you going as?” I asked Azrael. “I can’t make up my mind what I want to be.”“Not sure.” He replied. “I was kind of thinking about going as the Angel of Death.”I couldn’t help it; I flinched slightly. But as I looked at him reclining on my couch, I had to admit that he’d make a perfect angel. “Huh. Maybe I should go as a dead person, then.” I joked. “I could be your first victim.”“Doesn’t work that way, babe. The Angel of Death only escorts souls to Judgment; he doesn’t pick and chose who dies.” Azrael frowned at me. “Someone higher up the ladder makes that decision.”“I was kidding.” I seemed to have hit a nerve.“Why not go as a doctor?” He reasoned. “That way, you’ll be life, and I’ll be death.”“That’s not a bad idea!” I grinned. “I can be the light to your dark.”Azrael looked at me strangely for a moment then smiled widely. There were times since we had been dating that he’d get a strange look in his eyes, like he was seeing something that I couldn’t. He never talked about his family, and I didn’t push. At times, I sensed a loneliness in him, a void that seemed to live inside him. I often wondered what had happened in his life that made him so closed off. Halloween finally arrived, and I was off that night. The ER would be a madhouse before the night was done, always was. Holidays seemed to bring out the worse in people, and always increased the traffic in an ER. Thank heaven I don’t have to work tonight. Azrael arrived to pick me up and I got my first look at his costume. He wore his black boots, as always, but the black leather pants were new. He had a thick heavy chain around his waist that attached to a skull belt buckle. A tight long sleeve black t-shirt emphasized that muscular chest of his. He had lined his eyes in black, and had black streaks in his blond hair. He still wore that thick chain necklace, but he had changed his earring to a silver cross that dangled down to his shoulder. The hoop in his pierced eyebrow seemed larger, too. I could see the skull tattoo on his arm. His lips and fingernails were both painted black. But he real show stopper were the wings. Huge beautiful black wings that were slightly open rested on his back. The shirt had slits so the base of the wings could be attached to his back. The feathers felt realistic, and must have cost him a fortune. “Oh damn, you look…” dark, sexy, dangerous, luscious… fucking hot! I had an old lab coat that I had splattered with fake blood, and old scrubs on. My stethoscope hung around my neck, and I had on my beat up tennis shoes. My long hair was loose, but messy, like I had run my hands through it several times. “Thank you. I like your costume, too.” He grinned at me, as I eyed him.Hey babe, you ready to go?” He waved his hand in front of my face, making me blush.I grabbed my coat, and we left for Cindy’s house. The first thing I noticed was the graveyard that she had put up in her front yard. One grave was open, and had a decayed body trying to dig its way out of the ground. Battery operated red eyes peered at me from the trees and ghoulish jack-o-lanterns sat on hay bales on the other end of the porch. A two-headed dog snarled at me from the steps. Thick cobwebs decorated the front porch, and creepy moaning screams drifted across the yard from outdoor speakers. A skeleton set on a bench by the door and it greeted people when they got to the front door. Big hairy spiders hopped around, and several ghosts flittered in the breeze. A fog machine blew a sinister smoke all over the yard. Dead leaves were scattered over the porch, and red lights blinked in the bushes. “Jeez, she really went all out this year.” I couldn’t wait to see Cindy.The theme carried on inside. The inside of Cindy’s house looked like the outside. Monsters were hiding in dark corners waiting to yell at you, cob webs covered everything, and the same music played inside, too. Little plates of snack food were placed all over. There were bowls of trail mix that had eyes staring back at you, and finger sandwiches that looked like hacked off human fingers. Cindy greeted us in the kitchen, dressed as a witch doctor. She offered us a glass of blood red bubbling liquid to drink.“I didn’t think you could outdo yourself, but somehow, you did!” I grinned at her.Cindy picked up a fake headless chicken and shook it at us.“What the hell are you doing?” I laughingly shrieked.“Keeping bad spirits away, this is All Souls’ Day.” Cindy eyed us. “Like your costume, Azrael. It’s perfect.”“Thank you.” Azrael laughed. “Happy Halloween, Grey.” Cindy kissed me on the cheek as she went to meet new arrivals. “You boys have fun, and stay out of dark corners.”There were many different people dressed as many different things. Some people had gone all out on their costumes, and others didn’t do all that much. Near the end of the evening, the winner of the costume contest was announced, and Azrael won.“Way to go!” I exclaimed as he was offered a choice of Halloween gift bags. “Which one do you want for your prize?”“You.” He pulled me against his hard body, turning away from the prizes. “You are the only prize I seek.”And with those words he slid a hand in my hair, and kissed me. He kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, like I was something he would treasure always. I lost myself in his kiss, as pleasure wrapped around my heart. This is where I belong. Loud clapping brought me back to the here and now.The party was a blast, and we left around two in the morning. Azrael had won me a black stuffed cat in one of the games, which I caught myself petting on the way home.“Good thing you’re not superstitious.” He nodded at the stuffed black cat I held in my lap.“Naw, not really.” I grinned. “I always wanted a black cat as a kid.”We parked in the garage, and Azrael walked me to the door.“Please, come in?” I whispered. “Stay with me tonight.”He tilted my chin up, glazing into my eyes.“You sure?” He asked quietly. “I was going to ask if I could stay.” “Oh yeah… I want you to make love to me.”I had opened the door, and he swept me off my feet. Holding me tightly in his huge arms, he carried me back to my bedroom. Placing me gently on my feet, he leaned down to me and pressed his lips to mine. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my arms around his neck, brushing those soft feathers on his back. His tongue explored my mouth, then retreated. Encouraged, I teased his lips with my tongue, finally entering his mouth. I moaned softly as my cock throbbed in my scrubs, his taste was intoxicating. His hand threaded through my hair, holding my head still as he vanished my tongue back into my mouth. Conquered, I submitted as he deepened the kiss. Lifting his lips from mine, he stared in my eyes.“I want you, want you spread out on the bed, hard and aching for me.” He panted, grasping my arms that were around his neck. “Undress for me.”I lowered my arms to grab a hold of my lab coat, and removed it. Pulling my shirt over my head, I let it flutter to the ground. Kicking off my shoes, I untied the scrubs bottoms and eased them down my legs. I grasped the waistband of my boxers and slid them slowly off an inch at the time, teasing him with glimpses of my throbbing cock. “Show me.” He whispered, as I dropped the scrubs to the floor.I stood before him, my cock standing straight out. Fully hard I was seven inches, and cut. My shaft was slender, and had a small pelt of black fur at the base that I kept trimmed. “Perfect.” He breathed deeply. “I want to taste you.”He sat on the bed, pulling me inside those heavy thighs. Lowering his head, I watched as his tongue snuck out to lick the tip of my cock. Holding the base of my shaft, he licked the pre-come that dripped from the tiny opening, running his tongue through it. Closing his mouth over the dome, he sucked. “Oh…so good.” I moaned as he worked me.His other hand tapped my thigh, wanting me to open my legs wider. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I widened my stance. His mouth descended down my length, as his other hand rolled the sensitive orbs in my sac. Up and down his head bobbed, wetting me, and driving me closer to orgasm. His hand left my sac, as I groaned at the loss. “Why did you stop?” I trembled against him.“Patience, babe.” Azrael whispered as he pulled off my shaft for a moment. “I’ve learned not to rush when things mean something to me.”Again he took me back in his mouth. Slowly he brushed his hand up my chest, stopping to tease my small hard nipples, before moving to my lips. I sucked the finger in my mouth, curling my tongue around the thick digit, wetting it. His finger went back between my legs, easing up to my puckered hole. Tapping it lightly, I felt myself tense, and then relax as his wet finger entered me. My balls twitched as I clutched his shoulders.“Close… oh God, it’s too good. I’m going to come.” I gasped as my hips thrust into his mouth.He hummed around my cock as both hands work my body. “I’m coming, ah…” I moaned loudly as I exploded.My head fell back as he tasted me, flooding his mouth with all I had to give.“So long.” He mumbled as he drank the rest of my essence. “So very long since…”I wondered what he meant, as my body shook. Slowly I sank down the floor, my legs unable to hold me up any longer. Breathing deeply, I decided that he had way too many clothes on. I started untying his boots as he stood up, and unzipped his leather pants. I got his boots off just as he sat back down, and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. His hard cut cock stood proudly as I gazed at it, all eight inches. I rose up to my knees, and looked at him.“I’m too close, and when I come it’s going to be inside you.” He panted, his stomach muscles bunching.“Just let me taste you, please.” I whispered, lowering my head. I swallowed him whole, taking his straight back to the edge of my throat. I felt his pre-come flood my mouth. Quickly I bobbed up and down on him, knowing that he would stop me soon.“Grey, stop! I’m too close.” He groaned.With one last lick, I released him.


TBC next Thursday



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Pride Promotions presents Haunted Hotties Volume 1 anthology and a giveaway!

Author Names: Kiernan Kelly, Laney Cairo, Alex Cohen, Katey Hawthorne, Jamie Jennings, Aaron Michaels, Jacey Mills, L.J. Hamlin, Shira Glassman, Sheri Velarde, Kassandra Lea, Mychael Black
Book Name: Haunted Hotties Volume 1
Release Date: October 14, 2015
Blurb(s): This Halloween collection has a little something for everybody. With demons, ghosts, psychics, reapers, shifters, and witches... a rainbow of paranormal/supernatural is included.
In Nine-Tenths of the Law by Kiernan Kelly, Oliver discovers he has a haunted sex toy. In Bear Hugs by Laney Cairo, Martin's boyfriend might be bear shifter and apparently that's news to him. In Houdini's Masquerade by Alex Cohen, when Lila meets a succubus, everything changes. In Præsidium by Katey Hawthorne, Thackeray needs helps from a witch who won’t help him until he explains his demon. In Black Cat by Jamie Jennings, when a cat shifter can see ghosts, Micah's simple life suddenly isn't. In Haunted Honeymoon by Aaron Michaels, Dylan and Jake seem to be sharing their non-honeymoon with a couple of ghosts.
In And the Tarot Cards Said by Jacey Mills, an insistent ghost shouldn't be too much to handle for psychic Vassily and his Tarot-reading assistant Ben. In Spirit Wolf by L.J. Hamlin, when Dawson rescues an injured wolf shifter, it's not just his book that gets worked on while getting back to nature. In Wet Nails by Shira Glassman, it's not every day a glamorous '50s actress comes out of a TV but lonely grad student Adina isn't complaining. In Possessed by Love by Sheri Velarde, a storm trapping them together gives Andrew and Damian the chance they've been waiting for. In The Last Night by Kassandra Lea, Eric gets one night a year and he always picks one particular Halloween. In Molly by Mychael Black, Detectives Cameron and Chase discover the murderer plaguing their city is more sinister than they could have known and not entirely human.

Pages or Words: 71,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Horror, Lesbian Romance, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Anthology
Excerpt: From Nine-Tenths of the Law by Kiernan KellyLet me set the scene for you. There I was, on my bed, naked, my asshole greased, and the butt plug inserted in it as far as possible, angled to hit my prostate, the vibrating option turned on. I was fisting my cock, rock hard and slick with lube, edging so close to orgasm my balls felt ready to pop.
"Fuck, it's dark in here."
I believe I may have completely levitated off the mattress. I know my hard-on wilted like an ice sculpture in a microwave. Scanning the bedroom, I looked for an intruder, but could see no one.
"Tight, too. I always did love a tight, hot ass."
The speaker was British; the voice, deep and sexy, and coming from right behind me. I spun around in a circle a few times, trying to catch the person I assumed could only be a machete-wielding-chainsaw-brandishing-serial killer that happened to have a silky, dark chocolate voice, but I couldn't see anyone. As far as I could discover, I was alone, which of course meant I'd imagined the voice.
"What are you doing, Olivier? Stop it at once. You're making me dizzy."
Olivier? No one had called me that in years, not since... Hearing the old nickname was shocking enough to leach the fear out of me for a minute. It took me another full sixty seconds to realize the deliciously decadent voice was not only real, but also somewhat familiar, and more importantly, coming from my ass.
That's when I finally fainted.

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 A Haunting We Will Go 


Here were the final totals:

Scaring Up Some Fun  2 (3%)
Ready, Set… Growl!  26 (45%)
A Haunting We Will Go  29 (50%)


Votes: 57 




It was pretty close right up there 'til the end. Oh, and I'm almost at 7,000 too. :)
I'm rather happy with how it's moving along. Hope y'all are up for a haunted hayride. *evil laugh*

BAWHAHAHAHAHA!
~M

All Soul's Day Chapter 1

Okay, this is something I wrote a long time ago. It's posted at Literotica, but some of you might not have known me from way back then. So... I decided to post this.

*blush* Keep in mind this was written a long time ago, lol. My writing style has changed dramatically. :) The plan is to post this for the next three Thursdays, and then on the thirty-first I'm going to publish Halloween short that's new. 

Enjoy! 




Chapter OneI'd just gone on shift when word came through that major causalities were on the way. The ER braced for the fifteen car pile-up on the interstate caused by the snow. Reports that were coming in stated that it was bad, very bad.I gathered my team, getting ready for the fight that was soon to appear in my ER. Quickly I ran through the list of things needed, determined to save as many of the wounded as I could.  Death was a necessary part of life, and I understood this. People were born, lived their life, and then died. What I found insulting was when life was taken from a person before they were through using that life.Being an ER doctor took a special type of person.“Dr. Grey! We’re ready…ETA five minutes.” My head nurse, Cindy announced.Taking a deep breath, I counted to ten, and then released it. This calmed my nerves, and stopped the shaking in my hands. My nickname was Grey. My actual name was Jamie Greyson, but everyone called me Grey. I’m five feet ten inches and weigh one hundred fifty pounds. My shoulder length hair is jet black. I have been told in certain light it had blue highlights. My eyes are a light sky blue, and are slightly slanted. I’m twenty-eight years old.“First arrivals! Get ready!” Someone yelled as the ambulances screamed to a stop.Please… please, angel of death, stay out of my ER, damn it.Many, many hours later I stood over the body of a ten year old child as I called time of death. Her poor body had just been too damaged; there was nothing I could have done to change the outcome. That never stopped me from fighting till the end. Slowly I dropped the blood-splattered sheet over her face. She was just a fucking child… why her? Why did she have to die damn you? There were times, as I watched a patient draw their last breath, I could’ve sworn I saw a slight fluttering in the air above their body. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing their soul departing, and questioned where it went.I believed in Heaven and Hell, I had to believe that there was something waiting for us after we struggled through this life. Losing patients always affected me, and made me fight harder against Death.“Dr. Grey! Dr. Grey… we need you!”With a small sigh I bid the girl a safe journey, then rushed to the next battle. Too many had already been claimed by the Angel of Death today, and I promised that no more would be taken if I could help it.I ended up staying two hours past the end of my shift. A young woman was fighting for her life, and winning. She was one of the first patients I worked on from the accident, and had flat lined on me. “Don’t you die on me!” I panted while doing CPR. She’d been rushed to emergency surgery, and was now in ICU. Her condition was critical, but stable. I felt like I had cheated death, once again. I showered at the hospital and changed into my street clothes. Several of my colleagues were meeting at a bar down from the hospital, and I had been invited to go. The day had been an emotional rollercoaster ride, a constant battle between life and death.“You’re coming, right?” Cindy asked. “Please do, you need to unwind.”“Sure, why not.” I was tired, but was off for the next two days. “It’s not like I have anyone waiting for me at home.”Everyone at work knew I was gay. I had been out for several years now. My boyfriend and I had broken up six months earlier. According to him my job was my life, and was more important than he was. He didn’t understand what life in an ER was like… that it was a battleground between life and death. Oddly enough, I wasn’t that upset over his leaving. “You’re fixated on death, Grey!” My ex had shouted in my face as he walked out. That was the last thing he said as he walked out the door.I parked my car and stared at the bar. A shiver of awareness crawled up my spin, and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.“What the hell?” I trembled as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.The darkness of the bar soothed my mind as I made my way over to where everyone was gathered. I sighed quietly as I drew closer. The one person I was hoping wouldn’t be there was sitting at the table. Dr. Edward James, Chief of Staff, was someone I detested with a passion. The man had no concept of the word no, even when it was yelled loudly at him.A month ago Edward trapped me in a storage closet, and put his hands all over me. A swift knee to the groin made my point. I had threatened to report him, and he had threatened me with his power and seniority at the hospital. Every since then he had gone out of his way to make me miserable. “Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” I said, taking a chair far away from Edward.A waitress appeared at the table to take my order once I sat down.“He’ll have crown and coke.” Edward ordered as he smirked at me.“Make that hot chocolate, plenty of whipped cream and marshmallows, please.” I grabbed the waitress by her sleeve.“Too good to drink with us, Grey?” Edward sneered.“Too many DUI cases in the ER.” I mumbled. “I don’t drink and drive.”I shifted in my seat so that my back was to him, hoping that he’d get the message. Over the next few hours he generally left me alone, only making a few snide comments directed at or about me.“What a jerk.” I told Cindy, trying to keep my eyes off the main bar.“Ignore him; he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Cindy said. “Kind of like you’re ignoring me.”“Huh?”“What is so fascinating over there?” Cindy had noticed my quick glances.A guy at the bar kept drawing my attention. He looked like a biker type. He had long straight blond hair, and was muscular. The black corded sweater was pushed up above his elbows, showing a large skull tattoo with wings. Heavy muscular thighs were covered in torn stone washed jeans that covered black biker boots. He had a thick silver chain around his neck, his eyebrow was pierced, and so was his left ear. “I think you have an admirer.” Cindy grinned at me.“Not my type… too big, too pierced, too tattooed.” “Maybe you need to try a new type, sweetie.” Cindy swatted my arm.His eyes were as black as night, which was odd with his light blond hair. On the back of his chair was a black leather jacket with chains on it. Every time I glanced his way, he was staring intently at me. I never dated big guys, but my gaze kept returning to him. “Uh yeah, he’s a little intimidating.” I tore my eyes away from him. “Not someone I’d want to meet in a dark alley.”I paid my tab, and headed out to my car when a shift in the air warned me that I was not alone. Rough hands grabbed my shoulders, pushing me head first into my car. My head bounced off the side panel as I frantically tried to brace myself. I found myself pinned, my chest against the hood. Black lights swirled around me as my vision blurred. My wrists were imprisoned behind me. Possible concussion... my mind whispered. Naw, really? I answered back.“No one tells me no, slut.” A voice whispered in my ear, a voice I knew from work. “Get the fuck off me, Edward!” I struggled against the car. “Have you lost your damn mind?”“One night, that’s all I want.” Edward demanded. “I’ll make your career, promise.” “No! Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m a slut, they’re not interchangeable… you stupid son of a bitch!” I yelled, hoping to gain attention to us.This earned me another rap against the car hood. I tasted blood from where he had just split my lip. I realized he was dog drunk, and I was in serious trouble. Edward outweighed me by fifty pounds at least. This caveman, macho mentality was why I didn’t dated big guys.“I believe he said no, friend.” A deep cold voice said.I felt Edward tremble against me. Even I shivered at the veiled menace in those words. Craning my head to the side, I saw that biker dude from the bar. Heaven help me, this guy is fucking huge.Edward released me and without his body supporting me I suddenly felt weightless. Turning to face the guy he tried to bluff his way out of the situation.“Look here, this doesn’t concern…” Edward started to say, arrogant ass that he was.That was as far as he got. The biker put his hand on Edwards’s chest above his heart. I heard the painful gasp he made when the biker touched him. Edward turned pale, broke out in a sweat, and clutched his left arm. What the hell? The guy barely touched Edward.“Believe me when I tell you, you do not want to mess with Grey anymore.” He spoke softly, his voice a deep rumble. “Now get out of here while you still can.”I watched as he leaned over and whispered something else to Edward, something I couldn’t hear.Edward turned and walked off, never saying another word. By this time I was half on, half off my car and seriously considering sliding on down to the ground.“What else did you say to him?” I asked. “I’ve never seen him act like that.” “I told him that I have friends in low places, and he didn’t want to piss me off.”“Grey! Grey!” Cindy stepped around the biker. “Oh honey, are you alright?”“Cindy?” I whispered. “Damn, what’s going on?”“Azrael noticed that Dr. James followed you out to the parking lot.” Cindy helped me down to the ground. “He asked if I would accompany him to find you. He was worried you would be afraid of him.”I looked up at this muscular, hulking guy. There was something about him that scared me shitless but drew me to him at the same time. I was upset, but mainly because I was seeing two of him at the moment. I was sure I had a concussion and as tired as I was this promised to be a long night. Azrael lowered himself down next to me as I stared blankly up at him.“Are you okay?” He asked. “He rapped your head pretty hard on the hood.”“Besides the fact that I’m seeing two of everything, I’m fine.” I joked weakly.“Oh sweetie, you have a concussion, don’t you?” Cindy frowned at me. “You can’t be alone tonight.”“I’ll be fine.” I was dead tired, my body ached, my head hurt, and I damn well wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight. “I’ll set the alarm to go off every couple of hours, promise.”“No, that won’t do.” She pulled out her cell. “You’re a doctor, and you know the dangers of a concussion. You’ll stay at my house.”“Cindy, that really isn’t…”“Not another word, Grey.” Cindy replied.I loved this woman almost as much as I loved my own mother. She was a married, middle aged black lady that treated all the single people in the ER as her chicks, and she was the mother hen. She seemed especially protective of me. She was opinionated, outspoken, and didn’t take ‘no bull’ off anyone. She was a force of nature, and like any force, you either got the hell out of the way, or buckled under.“Yes ma’am.” I grinned at her. “I would like to check on you tomorrow, if you wouldn’t mind.” Azrael said.“Ah sure, yeah.” I yammered. I gave him my cell number, and he helped me to Cindy’s car. The next morning Cindy dropped me off at home on her way to work. Her husband dropped my car off later. Azrael called me twice that day, just to talk. I ended up taking a week of vacation. Every day I talked to him, and really enjoyed our conversations. Two days after I went back to work, he asked me out.

TBC next Thursday




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Hey everyone! If y'all check over there on the right, there's a poll! Would y'all take a minute and vote on the story title of a Halloween short I'm doing? Please. With sugar on top. And a cherry!

LOL. The story is based on the Haunted Hayride here in town. Both of the kids are working it. The Kiddo's boyfriend is one of the guys who runs up to the tractor full of people to scare them. He has this mask... my God, it's frightful. I'll post the pic with the story later lol. Oh! She picked out the mask too.

I was rather impressed.
~M

Pride Promotions presents Rites of Passage by Cat Grant and a giveaway!

Author Name: Cat GrantBook Name: Rites of PassageSeries: Courtlands, the Next GenerationBook: TwoSeries should be read in orderRelease Date: October 1, 2015



Blurb:
Adulthood sucks.With college graduation behind them, Seth Thompson and Bilal al-Mansoori enjoy their last carefree summer. But the perfect future Seth’s envisioned since high school—moving to New York to pursue a career as an artist—doesn’t appeal to city-phobic Bilal. A job offer allowing Bilal to remain in upstate New York drives a wedge between them, and Seth’s family’s well-meaning interference doesn’t help at all.

A trip to the UK for Bilal’s sister’s wedding offers a chance to get back on the same page. But their holiday is abruptly cut short when the unthinkable happens…

And Seth faces the very real possibility that he may never see the man he loves alive again.
Pages or Words: 68,000 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, New Adult, Romance, *Trans (not a main character)

Excerpt:
Bilal was sitting up in bed with his laptop when I came in. When he saw the tray, he set the laptop on the floor. “That smells wonderful. Bring it here.”

“Yes, sir.” I set the tray on the nightstand and poured us some, then handed Bilal his mug before dropping my robe and climbing in bed with my own. The first sip was dark roast heaven, the rich, smoky taste lingering on my tongue. “I think this is the same kind Mom served at Thanksgiving.”

The yummy-like-ice-cream noises he was making told me I didn’t need to ask if he liked it. His toe-curling kiss confirmed it. “Thank you for crawling out of our nice, warm bed to make me this nectar of the gods.”

I laughed. “Well, I wanted some, too.”

He kissed me again, slowly and thoroughly exploring my mouth, tongues entwining while every single drop of blood in my body raced to my groin. “What’s this?” Bilal flipped back the covers to reveal my rising boner. It tented the front of my sweats, the swollen pink crown poking over the waistband. Bilal reached underneath to take me in hand and started stroking me.

Holy shit, he’d gotten really good at this. His confident grip—not too gentle, but not strangling my dick, either—had me on the ropes in seconds, panting and tossing my head…

Then something warm and wet splashed my belly.

It sure as hell wasn’t me. I’d never come. especially with Bilal, without feeling it in every cell, every fucking molecule…

The culprit? Bilal’s mug tipping in his hand, getting ready to drip more coffee on me.

“E-ease up a minute, okay?” I puffed. He gave me a WTF? look, but did what I asked. I set his mug on the tray, then kissed him and coaxed him on top of me, to straddle my hips. “Sorry,” I whispered, “but bathing in hot coffee’s not one of my kinks.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize…” he said. He started to pull back, but instead I pulled him down to me, our pulsing cocks trapped between us. Grinning, I flexed my hips, rubbing my coffee-spattered belly on his, my skin prickling from the scratchy feel of his dark, coarse treasure trail. “Shall I lick it off?” he teased.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in closer, his stiffening dick grazing mine. “I’d rather do something different this time.”

Another flex of my hips, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “I-Is this…one of your kinks?” he asked, his voice a rough, desperate thread of sound.

“You’re my kink. I want every fucking part of you… Your cock, your ass… Your skin, your hair…” Then I remembered the promise I’d made him last night. I caressed his cheek, my palm tingling from the slow, pulsing drumbeat of blood under his warm skin. I carded my fingers through his hair, making sure to stay close to the scalp, and tightened my grip around a handful of thick, heavy strands.

Then I pulled his head back, smiling at his sharp, startled gasp.

“You like that, huh?” Well, duh—his dick had gone rock-hard. I grinned. “Looks like you’ve got a kink or two yourself.”

“W-will you stop teasing and f-fuck me now? Please?”

A minute ago, I’d almost rendered him speechless, and now I’ve got him begging? This is gonna begood.

“Want to come in my mouth?” I whispered, punctuating it with another tug on his hair. His breath hitched, shuddering in his chest. Could I make him come like this, from just talking dirty and pulling his hair? “Or shall I jerk you off, nice and slow?”

“I-I want to do it the real way.” He looked down at me, heat glowing in those dark eyes. Then he licked his moist, full lips, and it took everything I had not to thrust my tongue in his mouth. “With your cock inside me.”

God, not this again. How many times do I have to repeat it?

“There’s more to sex than penetration,” I said gently, letting go of his hair so I could caress his cheek again. “Whichever way we want to do it is the real way.”

“I thought anal was the way most gay men do it.” His face flushed pinker.

“How many months have we been together? And we still haven’t done it. I never got the impression you were unsatisfied.”

“I’m not, I just…” He rolled off me and sat up. “What’s wrong with wanting to try it? You have, haven’t you?”

I nodded and sat up too. “Yeah. But my first time wasn’t all that enjoyable.”

“Why not?”

I’d pushed that memory to the far corners of my mind, but I’d never really forgotten. Times like this, it all roared back like it’d happened last week. “I, uh, met this guy at a frat party during sophomore year. We downed a few beers while we hung out, and it was pretty clear we had chemistry…” I cleared my throat. Why was this making me nervous? I wasn’t ashamed, but I wasn’t exactly proud of throwing away my first time on a one-night stand, either. “We found an empty bedroom upstairs. He pushed me down on the bed and blew me. I figured he’d want the same, but then he flipped me over and started kissing down my spine. It felt incredible, especially when he got around to rimming me, so… When he asked if he could fuck me, I said yes.”

Bilal’s eyes widened. “But you didn’t like it?”

“I shouldn’t have tried it while I…while we were both drunk. It hurt a lot.” I inhaled sharply. “He had a lubed condom, but my ass needed more prep than that. He wasn’t a jerk about it, though. Once he realized he was hurting me, he stopped.”

“Oh, Seth…” He put his arms around me, kissing my earlobe. “Is that why you don’t want to…”

Fuck me now, Seth. Please.

“I want to,” I said softly, “I do. But I don’t want to hurt you. Especially not like that.”

“You won’t,” he murmured, then kissed me again. We sank into the rumpled covers, our flagging erections springing back to life.

I got him to straddle my hips again, and—“Wait a minute,” I said, riffling through the messy nightstand drawer until I found a bottle of water-based lube. I squirted some on my hand, wrapped my slick palm around both our cocks and started stroking.

“D-Don’t stop this time,” he panted. “I-I need to come…”

His rampant need fanned mine higher. I stroked harder, faster, his breath labored, a soft flush blooming across his chest. I loved him like this, demanding, lost in desire, a long way from the closeted, inexperienced guy I’d taken to bed a few short months ago.

He hung in there longer than I expected, but when he gripped my shoulders, I knew he was close. So close, all I did was squeeze the hot, sticky tip of his cock while rubbing my thumb over that sensitive spot on the underside…

And he let out a startled yell, shooting all over my belly and chest.

He didn’t roll off me this time, though after a few minutes his slim, one hundred fifty pound frame started to feel like a dead weight. He still had his hands on my shoulders. Now that I wasn’t focused on getting him off, I could feel his nails digging in.

“Could you, um, not do that?” I rasped.

“Sorry.” Now he rolled off, eyebrows arching when he saw I hadn’t come yet. “Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll take care of you.”

My cock throbbed, echoing in the blood between my ears. “Maybe I should just finish myself off.”

“Don’t you dare,” Bilal growled, batting my hand away. “That’s mine.”

I coughed up a laugh. “Someone’s getting possessive. Not to mention bossy.”

“And someone else is far too fond of complaining.” He leaned in for a kiss, his soft, wet tongue flicking and teasing mine. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“J-Jesus,” I breathed. “I think my dick just got twice as hard.”

“I’ll take that as an affirmative.” A mischievous glint dancing in his eyes—oh God, I’m in for it now—he scooted down and sucked the tip of my cock between his lips.

He’d gotten good at this too. He’d learned how to grip my cock at the root to delay orgasm—and, like he’d read my mind, that’s exactly what he did now. The pressure of his supple, talented fingers held me suspended between agony and bliss while he sucked and swallowed my dick all the way down.

“Y-You deserve a g-gold medal for this…” My lips formed the words, but I didn’t hear them. My voice had shorted out, except for the incoherent moans clogging my throat.

The air had gone thin and hot. I choked it down, Bilal’s name a threadbare chant on my lips, until at last I cracked and split open, splintering into a million tiny shards.


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Meet the author:Two-time EPIC Award winner Cat Grant lives by the ocean in beautiful Monterey, California with one persnickety feline and way too many books and DVDs. You can usually find her listening to Dan Savage's podcast, hiding behind her couch while The Walking Dead's on, or - most likely - writing while listening (and singing along - badly!) to Verdi or Wagner on her earbuds.
Contemporaries get her creative juices flowing - featuring alpha male Marines and Navy SEALs, MMA fighters, hot musicians (rock stars and classical violinists), a transgender dominatrix (in BREAKING FREE, winner of the 2014 Rainbow Award for LGBT erotica), and a multi-book series spanning thirty years, two generations and three genres (menage, m/m and new adult).
Coming later this year/early next year: another Bannon's Gym novel (more hot MMA fighters!) and a possible departure from my strict diet of contemporaries - a journey across a future dystopian/post-apocalyptic America featuring an interracial lead couple (one of whom is military). Expect some Walking Dead-type riffs, though I don't think I'll add zombies to the mix. Humans are a lot scarier.

Where to find the author:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cat.grant?ref=profileTwitter: https://twitter.com/CatGrant2009Website: http://www.catgrant.com
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1912055.Cat_GrantPublisher: Cat Grant BooksCover Artist: L.C. Chase




Tour Dates & Stops: 1-Oct: The Hat Party 2-Oct: Decadent Delights , MM Good Book Reviews 5-Oct: Parker Williams


Also by Cat Grant:
Power Play: Awakening (with Rachel Haimowitz)

Power Play: Resistance (with Rachel Haimowitz)


Priceless (Irresistible Attraction #1)

Doubtless (Irresistible Attraction #2)

Fearless (Irresistible Attraction #3)

Flawless (Irresistible Attraction #4)


By Chance (Courtland Chronicles #1)

Strictly Business (Courtland Chroncles #2)

Complications (Courtland Chronicles #3)

The Arrangement (Courtland Chronicles #4)

Triad (Courtland Chronicles #5)


The Only One Who Knows (with LA Witt)

The Only One Who Matters (with LA Witt)


Habañera
Black Dog (Bannon’s Gym #1)

Takedown (Bannon’s Gym #2)

Tap Out (Bannon’s Gym #3)



Guarded (with LA Witt)
Breaking Free
Icon Men
The Only One Who Cares (in the anthology Unconditional Surrender)



In From the Cold: A Courtland Novella

A Year in the Life: A Courtland Novel (Courtlands: The Next Generation)

Rites of Passage: A Courtland Novel (Courtlands: The Next Generation)




Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Cat Grant, author of Rites of Passage – A Courtland Novel. Hi Cat, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.



*Tell us about your book.
It’s the second book in my new Courtlands, The Next Generation series. This one’s mostly about their son, Seth, and his lover Bilal, who’s an Iranian Muslim. We do get to see a lot of Eric, Nick and Allison too – in  fact, Eric makes a pretty momentous decision at the end of this book. However, the focus in this story is on Seth and Bilal’s joys and difficulties in navigating their post-college relationship.

*How difficult was it to get into the main character’s head?
Which one? I have five different POV characters in this story! LOL! Actually, it wasn’t hard to get their individual voices back. I’ve been writing about the Courtlands since 2008. They were my first book, my first series. Eric, Nick and Allison are part of me, and I absolutely adore Seth and Bilal. If I were forbidden to write anything but Courtland books for the rest of my career, I wouldn’t consider it a hardship.  
*Is this book a standalone or do you plan on visiting it again?
If you haven’t read the original Courtland series, you won’t miss anything by reading this one first. I would recommend reading A Year in the Life first, though.


*Why did you choose to write M/M stories?
I’ve been a huge, HUGE romance fan since the mid-1980’s. I used to drop a couple hundred dollars a month on paperbacks – no joke! So I tried my hand at writing the traditional m/f historical, but it fell completely flat. I couldn’t think of anything to say about that genre that hadn’t already been said a gazillion times by far better writers than I.
If I’m going to do something, I don’t want to be mediocre at it. So when the ebook boom hit, and professionally published m/m romance along with it, I looked at all the slash fanfic I’ve written over the past 30-odd years, and realized this was the genre for me.
* Where do you find your inspiration?

Usually, when I’m just about to nod off at 4 am. J



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Blurb:
(Fur, Fangs, and Felines: Book Two)

A cool morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a werecat want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all, except a mate—a shifter mate, that is. The last thing he wants is one of those dangerous humans who kill without remorse. Heller knows about that firsthand. So what does the goddess Bast do? She gives Heller exactly what he does not want—a human: business owner Lawson Dupre.

Lawson hasn’t a clue what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute a cute client is about to pass out, and then he perks up and starts flirting. Next thing, he runs out the door like the hounds of hell are after him. Learning that Heller is a werecat doesn’t freak out Lawson. He happens to be one of those rare humans who knows paranormals exists. He even lives with one. Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson battle hurt feelings, misguided beliefs, and a power shift in Heller’s clowder.