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June 14, 2015
Finding Love: Box Set of M/M Stories That Celebrate Pride
BOOK NAME: Finding Love: Box Set of M/M Stories That Celebrate Pride
AUTHOR NAMES: Jamie Lynn Miller, T.K. Paige, M. LeAnne Phoenix, Carly Rose, D.C. Williams
PUBLICATION DATES: June 8, 2015 – September 30, 2015
LENGTH: 280 pagesGENRES INCLUDE: Gay (M/M), Romance, Contemporary, New Adult, Fantasy
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SYNOPSIS:5 Authors - 5 Stories - 1 CharityAvailable for purchase through September 2015, Finding Love is a limited edition box set of brand new, full length, stand-alone M/M romance stories that share the theme of celebrating pride.
The authors banded together with the goal of raising funds for The Trevor Project and the proceeds are being donated to help support their efforts to provide life-saving and life-affirming services to LGBTQ youth.
His Fragile Heart by Jamie Lynn Miller
Do you believe in the power of love, even after death? After losing his lover in a car accident two years ago, actor Nathan Marshall wasn't interested in another relationship. Until he meets waiter Justin Kowalski. Something about him seems so familiar that Nathan is instantly drawn to the younger man. Surprised at his capacity to love again, his relationship with Justin blossoms. But then an unbelievable truth is revealed - one that could break both their hearts for good.
Through New Eyes by T.K. Paige
Roommates Jed and Doyle have been best friends since meeting in college. Now that they've graduated and are starting new jobs they have no intentions of letting that change anything. Doyle is everything Jed isn't, smart, cute and active at the LGTB center. Jed has always looked out for his friend and been there for him. They have plans and an amazing relationship, everything planned out to the smallest degree. Any changes could make it all go off the rails. So why can't Jed get over how annoying he finds Doyle's ex turned friend, who seems to be around way too often? Why can't he stop noticing Doyle in new ways? If Jed doesn't take a risk, he could miss what's been there all along.
Iridescent (An Angels All Fire Series Short) by M. LeAnne Phoenix
Best friends, trusted confidants, partners in crime— call it what you like, Phai and Jen have been two halves of a whole ever since they met just over five years ago. The trouble is, that while Phai is falling more in love with his best friend every day, Jensen Whitfield seems content to call him brother. Hephaistion Amyntoros has faced many challenges during his long, long life, but the idea of confessing his heart’s desire to Jen and discovering that he doesn’t feel the same, terrifies him... but what happens if he does share his feelings? When the whole of Phai's past rages into blistering life, ready to consume the very sun, Phai must focus on getting them out alive. Will they emerge from the fire intact or will the love in his life burn like a supernova once more?
Unexpectedly Lucky (The Bradford Boys, Book 1) by Carly Rose
Lincoln and Ryan have been best friends since the fifth grade. Their friendship has always been effortless, but a single night of passion threatens to change everything. Will the emotional fallout drive them apart or will they be lucky enough to find love unexpectedly?
Will has just graduated from high school and is struggling with coming out. A surreptitious visit to NYC Pride brings Kev into his life. Will is immediately attracted to Kev, but they're separated by a huge age difference, and Will is still coming to terms with himself. Their friendship grows over the course of a year, but can it become more?
Excerpt from Through New Eyes by T.K. Paige:
I was about to bang my head on my steering wheel, hoping that it would knock me out so I could rid of my headache. But I had another idea. Pulling out my phone I swiped twice then listened as it rang.
Doyle’s voice came over the line, “Hello.”“Hey, have you started anything for dinner yet?”“No, I’m not home. I thought you’d be home by now.” There was a slight pause before he continued, “Oh wait, was this the night you had a date? Why are calling me then?” I heard him say something else, not clearly enough to understand it, but enough to know his day hadn’t gone much better than mine.“Hey, you okay, Doyle?” My stress forgotten.“Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine.” He sighed.Nope, that bullshit wasn’t flying. “No, you don’t sound like it. I didn’t understand the last thing you said. What’s wrong?” “Oh that. Sorry, wasn’t talking to you,” Doyle squeaked. Uh huh. Still wasn’t buying it. “Who were you talking to then?”“Umm, Cam, I was talking to Cam. I went over to the rainbow room after work.”The rainbow room was what he called the LGBT Alliance headquarters by Oklahoma University, our old campus. I chuckled to myself, the room looked like a Crayola factory blew up in there. “Why did you go back there?” I never understood why he was so into that. I mean I got why he cared about what they did, but not why he spent so much of his free time there. I wasn’t that much of a joiner. After a ten hour work day, all of my desire for social interactions had been stomped into oblivion. It hadn’t been any better when I’d been in college either. In my free time I wanted a beer, pizza and a movie while parking my ass on my own couch.Well, I did like to go cruise a club for a blowjob or maybe a more intense hook up if I hadn’t met anyone recently. But it’d been weeks, no make that almost two months since I’d had anything around my dick except for my own hand. No wonder I was going stir crazy. “Because I like hanging out with Cam and the others,” Doyle said dryly.“Cam’s an asshole. I don’t understand what you see in him.” I meant it, too. I’d never liked that guy. He’d treated Doyle like crap while they were together. “It’s my thick nine inches of cock, asshole!” Cam’s voice came snarling through my phone. I rolled my eyes at the sound. I’d seen him naked. Accidently, because I did have standards on who I ogled—some anyway. The only way Cam would measure at nine would be if he taped a dildo to his pencil stick. “Am I on speaker, Doyle?”“Whoops?” Doyle apologized. “I’m trying to fix whatever somebody did to fuck up one of the computers here.” He paused, then asked suspiciously, “You weren’t over here standing near it, were you?”
About The Trevor ProjectFounded in 1998 by the creators of the Academy Award®-winning short film TREVOR, The Trevor Project is the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24.The life-saving, life-affirming work of The Trevor Project springs from the powerful intersection of storytelling on stage and film.
In 1994, producers Randy Stone and Peggy Rajski saw writer/performer James Lecesne bring to life Trevor, a character he created as part of his award-winning one-man show WORD OF MOUTH. Convinced Trevor's story would make a wonderful short film, Stone and Rajski invited Lecesne to adapt it into a screenplay. Rajski directed the movie and TREVOR went on to win many prestigious awards including the Academy Award® for Best Live Action Short Film. The Oscar-winning film eventually launched a national movement. When producer Randy Stone secured an airing on HBO with Ellen DeGeneres hosting, director/producer Peggy Rajski discovered there was no real place for young people like Trevor to turn when facing challenges similar to his. She quickly recruited mental health experts and figured out how to build the infrastructure necessary for a nationwide 24-hour crisis line, and writer James Lecesne secured the funds to start it. On the night their funny and moving coming-of-age story premiered on HBO in 1998, these visionary filmmakers launched the Trevor Lifeline, the first national crisis intervention and suicide prevention lifeline for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth.
Since then, hundreds of thousands of young people in crisis have reached out to The Trevor Project’s multiple in-person and online life-saving, life-affirming resources--Trevor Lifeline, TrevorChat, TrevorSpace and Trevor Education Workshops.
The Trevor Project is the premier organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to LGBTQ teens and young adults.
Watch ‘Trevor’ on YouTube (20 minutes)
AUTHOR PROFILES:Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She’s a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.
Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she’d much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er… cats.
If she’s not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.Website - Facebook
T.K. Paige picked up her first book to read around the age of four and hasn't stopped since. She discovered the M/M genre in August of 2012 and an addict was hooked.
If you see her and she is not reading, then she is thinking about the books that live in her head. It doesn't matter what else she is doing, it is guaranteed half her brain has a plot running through it.A stay at home mom for more years than she would like to think about, she is lucky enough to be married to a wonderful guy who encouraged her to write throughout their years together.
Then when she finally did it and she told him what she was writing, he turned only slightly green and asked “Do I have to read it?” Apparently, he had dreams of her being the next Urban Fantasy sensation with her taste in movies.Website - Facebook - Tumblr
M. LeAnne Phoenix would tell you that the worst time of her life was the two years that she attempted to take off from writing. If you asked her to explain exactly why she did such a thing, you would most likely get the mad attempt to arch an eyebrow like her dad and then a shake of the head as she told you it was unlucky to speak of such things. Suffice it to say, it will never happen again!
Born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas in the mid-1970's, Ms. Phoenix was young and wild (and even free!) during the crazy wondrous decade known as the 1980's and the even crazier but now grungy decade of the 1990's. Music is second only to the muses that live and breathe to fill her mind with beautiful men, and music always helps them to tell their stories. She is never without her iPod or her computer no matter where she goes, although, she does like to hike and take pictures of the sky and the moon, and even the occasional shot of the sun through the branches of a tree.
An avid cat lover, Ms. Phoenix has been owned by many throughout her life, though her current owner is one Lily-Rose, who really would like for her to step away from the keyboard and pay her some attention! After all, hasn't she earned it?Website - Facebook - Twitter
Carly Rose was named after her grandmother, an accomplished poet, and a character her mom met in a romance novel while awaiting her birth, I guess you could say that writing has always been in her blood.
As a child her parents used to threaten to take away her books and make her play outside when she wasn't getting her chores done. Now she’s all grown up and her roles as wife, mother of two, and part-time nurse keep her hopping. As a blogger, book reviewer, freelance editor, and author, she still manage to spend time each day with her nose in a book.
She’s a student of life who’s always looking for new opportunities to learn and discovered early on that the love of family, friends and a positive attitude are all you really need. A free spirited motorcycle enthusiast who loves butterflies, dancing in the rain, and believes that everything is better in purple, she love to hear from reader so stop by and say "hi" anytime!Website - Facebook - Twitter - Book Review Blog
D.C. Williams is a funny little middle aged woman who mostly lives in Pennsylvania and writes romance novels you wouldn't expect.Website
June 12, 2015
Guest Post: Broken Survivor by Jennifer Labelle and a Giveaway!
Broken Survivor
by
Jennifer Labelle
Holly Hewitt is a survivor…After witnessing her mother’s murder, Holly was returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends up landing herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister and utterly alone.
Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, with the support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care with his brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down. He’s driven to protect her, and to show her the past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fighting for. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutual attraction.
But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.
And all the hard work in the world can’t save…
A broken survivor.
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AUTHOR BIOJennifer Labelle resides in Canada with herhusband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stayat home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down timeengrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance,mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she'sdecided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, asshe shares some of her imagination with all of you.
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Excerpt Pink and orange hues filled the sky with a warm beauty while the sun set. Holly wrapped her arms around herself and lifted her face toward the sky to soak in the last few moments of the sun before the chill of the night descended upon them. This was definitely not going to be an easy talk to get through. She just hoped they’d both be okay when it was done. Zander stepped up behind her, and she felt the heat of his body before he wrapped his arms around her from behind. The way she was drawn to him made her wonder if he had a magnetic pull, and it kind of scared her a little bit. Holly tried to enjoy the view as they were silent for a few moments.“As much as I hate to let go, I think maybe we should sit so we can finally talk,” Zander said. She hesitated a moment before taking his hand while they walked back to his house and sat beside each other on the patio. This is it.“First, I want to clear up earlier,” Zander said. “She was just a friend, nothing more. She has only ever been a friend.” He lifted their linked hands and kissed the top of hers. “This isn’t any of my business, but does she realize that? I got the impression there was much more than a friendship there.” Holly held her breath and didn’t exhale until after he answered her.“Not for a really long time, and we were never a couple.” His posture slumped. “Before today, I hadn’t heard from her in months. She just showed up out of the blue, but I swear nothing happened.”“Why are you telling me this?” Holly shifted to face him. “So you and she were friends with benefits a while ago. I have to admit I didn’t like seeing you with her, but I don’t have any right to be mad. We’re taking things slow, remember?”“That’s just the thing. I want to be with you, Hol. As in, I’d be staking my claim. You’d be my girlfriend, exclusive.”“I’m actually kind of glad you said that. I’ve recently figured out that I’m not made for casual.” She bit her lip nervously. “I don’t even care about your friend anymore because I sort of have some huge news, which throws going slow out the window anyway. That is, if you don’t freak out and feel like you want nothing to do with me after this.” “Okay, now you’re making me nervous,” he joked nervously and playfully nudged her with his shoulder. “What’s up?”“You probably should be.” Holly smiled weakly and then exhaled long and hard. “I didn’t want a relationship when you came into the picture, and I didn’t want to care for someone so much. But then there you were all sweet, caring, and persistent and screwed up my original plans. So let’s get that out there.” She smiled and leaned into him. Her head lay on his shoulder and she looked up at him needing to be close. “That’s the best part by the way because I’m glad I’ve let you in. I care for you a lot. I’ve messed up, though. We both have. Do you remember the night at my sister’s?”“How could I forget?” His eyes lit up and she snorted. “It was a good night, huh?” She licked her lips just thinking about it. “Well, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, so Lauren decided to take me to get a checkup…”“O-okay, you were sick and…?” Zander’s brows scrunched together in confusion, but as if he sensed her discomfort, he gave her a quick reprieve to pull herself together before she had to spit out the big news. He captured her mouth. His soft, plump lips caressed hers, then he moved to nip and suck on her bottom lip. His tongue coaxed her mouth open farther, and she tasted his mutual arousal as he probed the slit of her mouth with his tongue. One of her hands fisted in his shirt and held him closer, while the other massaged his nape and into his hair. They both moaned in the heat of the moment, and she could feel his chest rise and fall more rapidly before he pulled away. “God, I’ve missed this,” he said. “You get sick again and I’m coming over with some chicken soup and taking care of you.“That sounds amazing.” She smirked. “I’ve missed you too.” Holly shifted so that she was facing him now and rested her forehead against his while they caught their breath.“Don’t go home yet. Call Lauren and let’s recreate that night.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.“You are such a goofball. As tempting as that sounds, I need to finish what I was saying before you distract me too much.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips and leaned back.“But the distraction is so good. I can’t help myself.” He lifted a sexy, dark eyebrow in question. “Can we fool around a bit while you talk? I’m a great multitasker.” “I’ll tell you what, if after I tell you everything I need to, you still want to fool around or more, then yes, we’ll go inside your place and I’ll make it worth your while.” She wiggled her brows back at him and smiled as she caressed the side of his face. I just hope I don’t ruin things first. “Deal.” “Lauren might not be too happy if she finds out the truth.” “Really?” He looked at her in shock. “I find that hard to believe after her and Shelby practically pushed us together.” He smiled and kissed the back of her hand. “Remind me to thank them for that one day.” “I really hope you still feel that way after you hear what I have to say.” “Quit stalling and just tell me already.”“So you know I haven’t been feeling well lately, but what you don’t know is why she’s been on my case. She had some concerns that drove her to take me to the doctor in the first place.” She leaned way back in her chair and closed her eyes.“Is she still hung up about the new apartment?”“In a way, I guess, but right now what’s bothering her is her assumption that I might be pregnant.” She peeked in his direction to gauge his reaction.
He stiffened a bit on the seat next to her and sat straighter. “Wait, what?”
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In Enemy Hands 8.2
Varo squeezed the firm flesh. “Oh, I am,
believe
me.”
“Brat,” Adlar chuckled.
“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”
“You’ll see.” Adlar pushed open his bedroom door and dropped Varo to his feet. “Take your boots off.”
First one then the other hit the floor. Varo kicked them off to the side. Adlar stepped up to Varo and unbuttoned his shirt. He parted the fabric, letting it fall open. Varo’s breath caught as Adlar slowly reached out to touch his skin, dragging his hands up his chest until he reached Varo’s nipples. Adlar flicked both peaks, a slight smile on his face. Varo arched as Adlar rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
“So sexy,” Adlar whispered.
Adlar’s fingers teased the nubs until Varo finally broke. Moaning, Varo reached for Adlar, planning to drag him closer, but Adlar spun Varo around until they were back to chest.
“What are you…?”
“Look.” Adlar nodded at his closet. A closet with full-length mirrors.
Varo saw their reflections. Surely Adlar didn’t plan to… “Oh, oh… mercy.”
Adlar wicked grin flashed. “Sorry, fresh out.”
Snorting, Varo leaned his head against Adlar’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Adlar’s hands drifted down and undid the top button of his pants. Time crawled as Adlar dragged the moment out, slowly unzipping Varo’s pants.
Varo watched as Adlar ran his fingers across Varo’s stomach, and then dipped inside. Varo held his breath until Adlar palmed his erection. He’d never been so thankful Adlar made good on his threat about not ordering underwear for him.
Blowing in his ear, Adlar ran his fingers up Varo’s shaft, and then grasped his cock. Varo twisted his hips back and forth, grinding his ass into the bulge that prodded him. Goose bumps raced over his body as Adlar pushed his pants down, letting them drop to the floor.
Varo stepped out of them. His moment caused his shirt to flutter to the floor. They both gazed in the mirror—Adlar was still dressed, but Varo was stark naked. Varo thought it was the most sensual thing either had ever seen.
Varo’s cock pointed up, the fat head red and damp as it pointed toward his belly. Precome ran down the shaft. Adlar hummed in approval as he ran a finger over Varo’s cock. Together they watched as Adlar stroked Varo, then moved Varo’s long hair out of the way and nibbled on Varo’s neck.
“I want to drink from you.”
Varo reached up and hooked his hand behind Adlar’s neck. “Yesssss,” he hissed. “But first…”
Varo moved out of Adlar’s arms and sank to his knees. Quickly he worked to remove Adlar’s boots. He tossed them out of the way and undid Adlar’s pants. He slipped them down Adlar’s legs, pressing little biting kisses upon the smooth, pale skin.
“You look so sexy on your knees.” Adlar ran a hand over Varo’s hair, and then struggled out of his shirt.
Varo grinned up at him as Adlar tossed the garment across the room. He didn’t tell Adlar that he enjoyed having a cock in his mouth. Adlar’s smell alone made Varo’s cock strain: all clean male and a hint of something else, a musky scent that made Varo’s own dick twitch.
Varo licked the head while he rolled Adlar’s balls in his hand. Varo closed his lips over the dome of Adlar’s shaft and sucked the crown. He sighed in pleasure as Adlar’s fingers ran through his hair.
Taking an inch at the time, and hopefully driving Adlar mad, he eased down Adlar’s thick shaft. Varo smirked mentally at the harsh groan above him. Adlar was groaning now? Just wait. He planned to blow not only Adlar’s dick, but his mind.
He relaxed his throat and closed his eyes. He lodged Adlar’s cock deep, pressing his lips against Adlar’s groin. The strangled sounds Adlar made pleased him, as did having both of Adlar’s hands clutched in his hair.
Varo opened his eyes, wanting to see Adlar’s reaction. Adlar’s head was thrown back, and the cords in his neck stood out. Time for step two. Varo swallowed, and Adlar’s cock twitched in his throat.
Something between a strangled yell and a low growl escaped Adlar. Not wanting Adlar to come just yet, Varo eased Adlar’s cock out of his throat. He bobbed up and down, twisting his head as he sucked. Adlar thrust his hips, meeting Varo’s lips in a gentle kiss of flesh.
“Bed.” Adlar’s voice was full of gravel as he pulled Varo to his feet. “Now.”
Varo turned the sinful black bedspread down and pushed the silky top sheet to the bottom of the bed. He crawled up on the bed and lay on his back, waiting. The cool sheet against his hot skin distracted him, making him shiver.
He rubbed his legs against the slick sheet as Adlar watched him. Somewhere along the way it stopped mattering that Adlar was a Helkan. Varo wanted him, and that was all he cared about.
“Nice,” Adlar said, staring at Varo wiggling on the bed. “Spread for me.”
Varo opened his legs, and Adlar sat cross-legged between Varo’s spread knees. He reached over to an end table and retrieved the lube. He warmed it, and then stroked Varo’s cock. Varo sighed as Adlar’s talented fingers worked his shaft, and opened his legs wider.
Adlar slid a finger down to tease his hole. Varo threw any reservations out the nearest window. By the endless night, he wanted this. Adlar’s finger entered him.
“So tight.” Adlar worked his finger inside.
Varo tensed from the entry, a flash of pain crossing his features, his ring unyielding. In and out it went until Varo was able to relax. Then Adlar twisted his finger, hunting for his hot spot.
“Relax and let me in, Varo. You know by now I’m not going to hurt you.”
Varo struggled to loosen the guardian muscle. Adlar pulled his finger out, added more lube, and then worked two fingers inside. Varo grunted, and Adlar stilled until Varo eased the stranglehold he had on Adlar’s fingers.
“Better?”
“Oh… yes.”
Adlar’s fingers twisted. Varo groaned when they hit his hot spot. Varo arched on the bed. Why did it only feel this good with Adlar? He grabbed the silken sheets when Adlar found his prostate, his head thrashing on the pillow.
“There we go,” Adlar said.
Sharp sparks of desire slammed into Varo, spreading throughout his body. “Adlar.” Varo’s stomach muscles flexed as his balls drew up to his body. “I’m going to come.”
Adlar removed his fingers and coated more lube on his shaft. Varo rested on his back, waiting. He wanted to see Adlar’s face when he entered him. He needed to watch Adlar’s eyes light up as he thrust deep inside until he exploded. The memory would have to last him.
Varo pulled his knees up to his chest, offering his body to Adlar. Adlar covered Varo’s body, and then placed the head of his cock at Varo’s entrance, rubbing it across Varo’s hole. Adlar teased him as he spread the lube.
“Going to give you a smooth ride.”
Frantic little moans burst from Varo as Adlar pushed inside. He writhed under Adlar, urging him on. Adlar continued to push until the head popped inside. Varo jerked, and Adlar froze. Adlar rubbed Varo’s taut stomach, waiting for him to relax.
Varo blew out a breath and looked up at Adlar, nodding slightly. Adlar eased in, and then pulled out, only to press in farther the next time. The head of that thick cock stretched his channel as it eased deeper inside with each gentle push, and the pain simmered down to a slight burning.
Adlar shifted his hips and pressed against Varo’s hot spot. With a startled yelp, Varo pushed back against Adlar, seating him all the way. Pleasure exploded, dimming Varo’s mind as three words dripped from his lips.
“Adlar, fuck me.”
Adlar raised Varo’s legs up onto his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration. Each thrust nailed his hot spot. Adlar wrapped his hand around Varo’s shaft and pumped him. The faster Adlar drove into Varo, and the closer Varo got, the wilder he became.
“Frack. So good, so tight. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up. Going to fill you so full you leak. Going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” Dirty encouragement fell from Adlar’s lips.
Varo edged closer to losing it, and Adlar slowed down, his thrusts becoming gentler and shorter. Once Varo backed off from the edge, Adlar started those long, hard thrusts again, throwing Varo back to the precipice.
“Please, Adlar. Please. I need to come. Let me come! Please, please.” Varo was babbling, swearing, and if thought it would do any good, he’d pray to inanimate objects. The sounds he was making were animalistic. “Please, Adlar, please, finish me off, please.”
“Come for me,” Adlar finally demanded.
He leaned over and sank his fangs into Varo’s neck. Varo yelled as he lost control and came. Adlar thrust harder, and then froze, buried balls deep. He groaned as he came, shaking as his orgasm ripped through him. They stayed like that, locked together, until Adlar finished feeding. He pulled back, licked the wound, and his cock slipped out.
“Okay?” Adlar asked, smoothing Varo’ hair back.
“I… yes. That was….”
“It just gets better, doesn’t it?” Adlar sat up before Varo answered. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”
Unwilling to kill the mood, Varo followed Adlar to the bathroom.
TBC next Thursday!
“Brat,” Adlar chuckled.
“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”
“You’ll see.” Adlar pushed open his bedroom door and dropped Varo to his feet. “Take your boots off.”
First one then the other hit the floor. Varo kicked them off to the side. Adlar stepped up to Varo and unbuttoned his shirt. He parted the fabric, letting it fall open. Varo’s breath caught as Adlar slowly reached out to touch his skin, dragging his hands up his chest until he reached Varo’s nipples. Adlar flicked both peaks, a slight smile on his face. Varo arched as Adlar rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
“So sexy,” Adlar whispered.
Adlar’s fingers teased the nubs until Varo finally broke. Moaning, Varo reached for Adlar, planning to drag him closer, but Adlar spun Varo around until they were back to chest.
“What are you…?”
“Look.” Adlar nodded at his closet. A closet with full-length mirrors.
Varo saw their reflections. Surely Adlar didn’t plan to… “Oh, oh… mercy.”
Adlar wicked grin flashed. “Sorry, fresh out.”
Snorting, Varo leaned his head against Adlar’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Adlar’s hands drifted down and undid the top button of his pants. Time crawled as Adlar dragged the moment out, slowly unzipping Varo’s pants.
Varo watched as Adlar ran his fingers across Varo’s stomach, and then dipped inside. Varo held his breath until Adlar palmed his erection. He’d never been so thankful Adlar made good on his threat about not ordering underwear for him.
Blowing in his ear, Adlar ran his fingers up Varo’s shaft, and then grasped his cock. Varo twisted his hips back and forth, grinding his ass into the bulge that prodded him. Goose bumps raced over his body as Adlar pushed his pants down, letting them drop to the floor.
Varo stepped out of them. His moment caused his shirt to flutter to the floor. They both gazed in the mirror—Adlar was still dressed, but Varo was stark naked. Varo thought it was the most sensual thing either had ever seen.
Varo’s cock pointed up, the fat head red and damp as it pointed toward his belly. Precome ran down the shaft. Adlar hummed in approval as he ran a finger over Varo’s cock. Together they watched as Adlar stroked Varo, then moved Varo’s long hair out of the way and nibbled on Varo’s neck.
“I want to drink from you.”
Varo reached up and hooked his hand behind Adlar’s neck. “Yesssss,” he hissed. “But first…”
Varo moved out of Adlar’s arms and sank to his knees. Quickly he worked to remove Adlar’s boots. He tossed them out of the way and undid Adlar’s pants. He slipped them down Adlar’s legs, pressing little biting kisses upon the smooth, pale skin.
“You look so sexy on your knees.” Adlar ran a hand over Varo’s hair, and then struggled out of his shirt.
Varo grinned up at him as Adlar tossed the garment across the room. He didn’t tell Adlar that he enjoyed having a cock in his mouth. Adlar’s smell alone made Varo’s cock strain: all clean male and a hint of something else, a musky scent that made Varo’s own dick twitch.
Varo licked the head while he rolled Adlar’s balls in his hand. Varo closed his lips over the dome of Adlar’s shaft and sucked the crown. He sighed in pleasure as Adlar’s fingers ran through his hair.
Taking an inch at the time, and hopefully driving Adlar mad, he eased down Adlar’s thick shaft. Varo smirked mentally at the harsh groan above him. Adlar was groaning now? Just wait. He planned to blow not only Adlar’s dick, but his mind.
He relaxed his throat and closed his eyes. He lodged Adlar’s cock deep, pressing his lips against Adlar’s groin. The strangled sounds Adlar made pleased him, as did having both of Adlar’s hands clutched in his hair.
Varo opened his eyes, wanting to see Adlar’s reaction. Adlar’s head was thrown back, and the cords in his neck stood out. Time for step two. Varo swallowed, and Adlar’s cock twitched in his throat.
Something between a strangled yell and a low growl escaped Adlar. Not wanting Adlar to come just yet, Varo eased Adlar’s cock out of his throat. He bobbed up and down, twisting his head as he sucked. Adlar thrust his hips, meeting Varo’s lips in a gentle kiss of flesh.
“Bed.” Adlar’s voice was full of gravel as he pulled Varo to his feet. “Now.”
Varo turned the sinful black bedspread down and pushed the silky top sheet to the bottom of the bed. He crawled up on the bed and lay on his back, waiting. The cool sheet against his hot skin distracted him, making him shiver.
He rubbed his legs against the slick sheet as Adlar watched him. Somewhere along the way it stopped mattering that Adlar was a Helkan. Varo wanted him, and that was all he cared about.
“Nice,” Adlar said, staring at Varo wiggling on the bed. “Spread for me.”
Varo opened his legs, and Adlar sat cross-legged between Varo’s spread knees. He reached over to an end table and retrieved the lube. He warmed it, and then stroked Varo’s cock. Varo sighed as Adlar’s talented fingers worked his shaft, and opened his legs wider.
Adlar slid a finger down to tease his hole. Varo threw any reservations out the nearest window. By the endless night, he wanted this. Adlar’s finger entered him.
“So tight.” Adlar worked his finger inside.
Varo tensed from the entry, a flash of pain crossing his features, his ring unyielding. In and out it went until Varo was able to relax. Then Adlar twisted his finger, hunting for his hot spot.
“Relax and let me in, Varo. You know by now I’m not going to hurt you.”
Varo struggled to loosen the guardian muscle. Adlar pulled his finger out, added more lube, and then worked two fingers inside. Varo grunted, and Adlar stilled until Varo eased the stranglehold he had on Adlar’s fingers.
“Better?”
“Oh… yes.”
Adlar’s fingers twisted. Varo groaned when they hit his hot spot. Varo arched on the bed. Why did it only feel this good with Adlar? He grabbed the silken sheets when Adlar found his prostate, his head thrashing on the pillow.
“There we go,” Adlar said.
Sharp sparks of desire slammed into Varo, spreading throughout his body. “Adlar.” Varo’s stomach muscles flexed as his balls drew up to his body. “I’m going to come.”
Adlar removed his fingers and coated more lube on his shaft. Varo rested on his back, waiting. He wanted to see Adlar’s face when he entered him. He needed to watch Adlar’s eyes light up as he thrust deep inside until he exploded. The memory would have to last him.
Varo pulled his knees up to his chest, offering his body to Adlar. Adlar covered Varo’s body, and then placed the head of his cock at Varo’s entrance, rubbing it across Varo’s hole. Adlar teased him as he spread the lube.
“Going to give you a smooth ride.”
Frantic little moans burst from Varo as Adlar pushed inside. He writhed under Adlar, urging him on. Adlar continued to push until the head popped inside. Varo jerked, and Adlar froze. Adlar rubbed Varo’s taut stomach, waiting for him to relax.
Varo blew out a breath and looked up at Adlar, nodding slightly. Adlar eased in, and then pulled out, only to press in farther the next time. The head of that thick cock stretched his channel as it eased deeper inside with each gentle push, and the pain simmered down to a slight burning.
Adlar shifted his hips and pressed against Varo’s hot spot. With a startled yelp, Varo pushed back against Adlar, seating him all the way. Pleasure exploded, dimming Varo’s mind as three words dripped from his lips.
“Adlar, fuck me.”
Adlar raised Varo’s legs up onto his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration. Each thrust nailed his hot spot. Adlar wrapped his hand around Varo’s shaft and pumped him. The faster Adlar drove into Varo, and the closer Varo got, the wilder he became.
“Frack. So good, so tight. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up. Going to fill you so full you leak. Going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” Dirty encouragement fell from Adlar’s lips.
Varo edged closer to losing it, and Adlar slowed down, his thrusts becoming gentler and shorter. Once Varo backed off from the edge, Adlar started those long, hard thrusts again, throwing Varo back to the precipice.
“Please, Adlar. Please. I need to come. Let me come! Please, please.” Varo was babbling, swearing, and if thought it would do any good, he’d pray to inanimate objects. The sounds he was making were animalistic. “Please, Adlar, please, finish me off, please.”
“Come for me,” Adlar finally demanded.
He leaned over and sank his fangs into Varo’s neck. Varo yelled as he lost control and came. Adlar thrust harder, and then froze, buried balls deep. He groaned as he came, shaking as his orgasm ripped through him. They stayed like that, locked together, until Adlar finished feeding. He pulled back, licked the wound, and his cock slipped out.
“Okay?” Adlar asked, smoothing Varo’ hair back.
“I… yes. That was….”
“It just gets better, doesn’t it?” Adlar sat up before Varo answered. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”
Unwilling to kill the mood, Varo followed Adlar to the bathroom.
TBC next Thursday!
June 9, 2015
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Author Name: Shira Anthony
Book Name: Running With the Wind
Series: Mermen of Ea
Book: 3Series must be read in order. This is the final book of the series.
Release Date: June 8, 2015
Blurb: Sequel to Into the WindWith the final confrontation between the island and mainland Ea factions looming, Taren and Ian sail with Odhrán to investigate a lost colony of merfolk in the Eastern Lands. Upon their arrival, the King of Astenya welcomes them as friends. Odhrán, however, isn’t so quick to trust the descendent of the man who held him prisoner for nearly a decade, especially now that he has someone to cherish and protect—the mysterious winged boy he rescued from the depths.
Armed with the knowledge he believes will save the Ea, Taren returns to the mainland. With Ian at his side, Taren convinces Vurin that their people must unite with their island brethren before it’s too late. When Seria and his men attack, Taren must call upon the ancient power of the rune stone to protect his comrades. But using stone’s immeasurable power commands a hefty price—and Ian fears that price is Taren’s life.
Pages or Words: 67,000 words
Categories: Fantasy, Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance
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Shira is married with two children and two insane dogs, and when she’s not writing she is usually in a courtroom trying to make the world safer for children. When she’s not working, she can be found aboard a 36’ catamaran at the Carolina coast with her favorite sexy captain at the wheel.
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June 7, 2015
Dreamspinner Spins Me a Dream!
Yup, finally got word back on Behind the Eight Ball! Heller's book will be out Oct/Nov of this year. This is book #2 in the Fur, Fangs, and Felines series.
I can't tell y'all how relieved I am, lol. I was beginning to get a bit worried since it was taking so long. Good thing is I'm about 15K into book three, which is Remi's book. I'm calling it It Takes Two to Tango. This time the mate isn't a human. Oh no, Remi's mate is anything but a human. *wink* More to come on that later, though. :)
Here are the main characters from Behind the Eight Ball:
Heller
His werecat form:
Lawson:
I can't tell y'all how relieved I am, lol. I was beginning to get a bit worried since it was taking so long. Good thing is I'm about 15K into book three, which is Remi's book. I'm calling it It Takes Two to Tango. This time the mate isn't a human. Oh no, Remi's mate is anything but a human. *wink* More to come on that later, though. :)
Here are the main characters from Behind the Eight Ball:
Heller
His werecat form:
Lawson:
June 6, 2015
Book Blast - When Will I Be Loved by Julie Lynn Hayes
Blurb:
Fairy tales can come true…
Miller Fenwick wants the kind of happy ending his best friend got, with the hunky werewolf of his dreams. Trouble is, there doesn’t seem to be a Prince Charming on the horizon, and casual encounters don’t cut it anymore. Now that Alexx and Raoul are engaged, Miller is becoming resigned to being the bridesmaid, never the bride. But a chance encounter with a sexy stranger at Charisma has his hopes soaring, and his heart is wide open to possibilities.
Holt Wynne is the head of Helios, the largest vampire organization in the country. He’s a very influential and wealthy man, with a deep-seated hatred of werewolves. His running into Miller at Charisma isn’t entirely accidental. He’d meant to wait, but his emotions got the better of him, and he couldn’t stay away. And now see what he’s done…
Wait until Miller finds out he’s sortof just gotten married to the sexy vampire who hates the people who are Miller’s best friends. Sparks are gonna fly—and not just in the bedroom. One thing for sure—life in Crescent Bay is never dull!
Excerpt:
Miller forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped breathing.
Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to your head already?
But he’d only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a lightweight, when it came to holding his alcohol, and he knew it.
He told himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or anyone.
And there he was.
Standing a heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral way as the werewolf.
This man was light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller, exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the bearing and mien of a veritable god.
But it was his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up and down his spine.
The man took a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite realized what had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found himself being drawn onto the dance floor.
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Bio:
Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one.
She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done—she feels compelled to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Wayward Ink Press, and Amber Quill Press.
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June 4, 2015
Feline Fridays
Whoot! It's the weekend! Yay!!! Here's some pictures of Kitty-Kitty. I have to admit he's the reason for this series. Some of the antics that went on with the cats in Trouble Comes in Threes came from some of the crazy stuff he does. Never a dull moment, trust me, lol.
Yes, that's him... sitting on a pillow. Seriously, he's sitting on a PILLOW, the stinker. Think he may be just a bit spoilt? 
Here I'm trying to do Christmas cards and he just had to help lol. That. or he just liked the heat coming from the lamp.
He's keeping an eye on what I'm writing... just in case I get it wrong. He is, after all, the authority on cats. I'm not going to comment on how hard it is to write with someone staring at you. o.0 *whispers* He's like right there!!!!
See the coaster at the edge of the end table? Yeah, he took a break from staring at me to paw that. I got onto him, so he moved on to the plant. *rolls eyes* Like that was okay to knock off either. He's looking out the den window there. A birdie landed on the table outside and caught his attention.
This was what prompted the beginning of Behind the Eight Ball. It started off with Heller in cat form messing around outside. A bird caught his attention, and he stalked it from some bushes.
That's what Kitty's doing here. What you can't see is the bird feeders above the bushes... and me standing there taking his picture, lol. I messed up his stalk like Dolf did to Heller!!!
I swear, is that not the most uncomfortable position you've ever seen??? My hubby says Kitty is broke down lol.
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I found this video and though it was just great, lol.
Humans aren't the brightest bulbs in the chandelier, but as feline training experts will tell you, if taught with...
Posted by PetFinder.my on Wednesday, March 4, 2015
June 3, 2015
In Enemy Hands-Chapter 8.1
The beauty of the escape plan was that it was brutal in its simplicity. He and Maylar would become friends—something Maylar thought Adlar wouldn’t have a problem with. Maylar was trusted obviously, Varo could see that.
Maylar had access to two of the most powerful males on this hunk of rock and he planned to take advantage of that. They didn’t consider the other Helkan a threat, although privately Varo thought Omori and Adlar needed to rethink that. They had no clue just how devious the male was apparently.
Good thing they don’t.
The king and Adlar saw a lovely, sensual being and not the scheming desires Maylar carefully kept hidden. Varo remembered his father commenting once on his looks. He’d said Varo’s features were too pretty, not masculine enough. Then he’d smirked and said that many an empire had fallen to a pretty face.
“Are you done?”
Varo glanced at Maylar. The other male leaned against the wall, waiting for Varo to finish pissing. Well, it was the reason he’d come in here to begin with.
“Now remember, be friendly toward me,” Maylar said. “Getting you off planet isn’t going to happen overnight, but we need to establish a connection of sorts between us.”
Varo washed his hands. “Fine. What do I need to do?”
“Well for starters, ditch the attitude.” Maylar came off the wall and stalked toward Varo. “You act like you’re better than me, and you’re not. We’re never going to convince them we’re friends if you can’t act like you at least like me. Your status here is not that of a prince.”
Varo rubbed his temples, irritated that Maylar had a valid point. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…. It’s hard to change years of training. Some things are so ingrained and—”
“Having royal blood does not give you the right to act as if everyone else is below you.”
“Maybe not, but that was how I was raised.” Now that he was on the other end of the spectrum, so to speak, he was learning just how much of a snob he’d been. Funny how slavery could do that to a person.
“Omori and Adlar are royalty, and they don’t act like they are above other Helkans.”
“That may be true, but you can’t deny there has to be a class difference between us and—”
Maylar shook his head. “Class difference? You Yesri really are something else. So pretentious and entitled. It’s funny, since in reality your people don’t have half the grace that our king has.”
Varo opened his mouth to argue, but Maylar cut him off. “Oh, never mind. We don’t have time to debate this. We need to get back before they wonder what happened to us.”
Varo snapped his mouth closed. The day would come when he finally got the last word with these people. He followed Maylar to King Omori’s office reminding himself every step of the way Maylar was a friend, to act like he liked Maylar, to smile and talk to Maylar.
Goddess help him.
They entered Omori’s spacious office. Spread out on a long wood table was several large sheets of paper. They looked like schematics. Omori and Adlar stood side by side, both men studying the designs.
“Yes, yes, I see what you mean.” Adlar shoved his hair out of the way. In one hand he held a writing device. “What if we—” Adlar scratched something out on one of the papers.
Varo stepped closer to see that Adlar was looking at. He immediately recognized the stats for a battle bot, but this one looked different form the one he watched Adlar fight. This one looked much more dangerous.
Omori stared down at the measurements Adlar wrote. “Okay, that would compensate for speed, but what about linear momentum?”
“Hmm.” Adlar frowned at the machine. “The bots mass could affect linear momentum.”
“Maybe we need to change the single-phase capacitor to a double-phase.” Omori pointed at the schematics.
“Huh.” Adlar scratched his chin. “ Maybe. The motor is brushless, right?”
“Yes.”
Adlar tapped the drawings. “And the servo?”
“The servo and the brushless motor control their speed with a pulse train,” Omori said.
“Okay then, let’s increase the ratio frequency within the motor. That should affect the rise of the rotational speed.”
Omori scribbled down what Adlar said.“Got it. That may work, Adlar. Frack, that just may work.”
“That mean anything to you?” Maylar nudged Varo, grinning.
Be friendly. Friendly. He laughed. “Some of it. But I have to admit the interworking of any kind of motor stumps me most times.”
Adlar turned to face Varo, his hand resting on the small of Varo’s back. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. The rush was fast, but didn’t last long. Your Helkan rum is much stronger than I’m used to.” Varo caught himself leaning into Adlar and stepped, putting space between them. “So, do you think you two have solved the problem with your new bot?”
“Possibly.” Omori pulled Maylar closer and nuzzled his throat.
Adlar winked at Varo as the other couple focused on one another. “I think it may be time to go.”
Maylar’s husky laugh echoed through the room. “You could always stay… and watch.”
Varo shivered at the need he heard in Maylar’s voice.
“Or help.” Omori chuckled.
Varo flushed. He wasn’t interested, but it still turned him on. Which came as a surprise. He’d never been one for threesomes, or in this case, foursomes.
“Oh!” Maylar glanced at Adlar. “How long do you plan to stay at the palace?”
“We’re going to be here for a while. Why?” Adlar asked.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to give Varo a tour of the palace, at your convenience, of course.” Maylar shrugged. “He’s going to get bored with no one to talk to once you return to training the D’noir. I’d like to show him some of my favorite places to relax.”
“I…” Adlar glanced at Varo. “Varo? Would you be interested in seeing the palace with Maylar?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.” Varo answered. “I’d like to see it through his eyes, then yours. Frankly, I’m not used to just sitting around. I’m the captain of a starship and used to being busy.”
“Well then, I don’t see why not. But understand this, Maylar. Under no circumstances is Varo allowed outside the palace,” Adlar said.
“I understand completely. I’ll contact you in the next few days, then.” Maylar ran his hand over Omori’s chest, and then slowly slid to his knees. “But for now, I have a king to tend to.”
Adlar smirked as he took Varo by the hand. “We’ll just let ourselves out. Omori, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I… Gods!” Omori swore loudly as Maylar opened his pants, released his cock, and was busy tonguing the head. Omori grunted in response to Adlar as he wrapped his hands around Maylar’s head.
Laughing, Adlar pulled Varo out of Omori’s office. They greeted several guards and other people on the way to Adlar’s chamber. Adlar turned down a private hall, still towing Varo along by the hand.
Varo discretely rearranged his shaft as he followed. What he saw had turned him on, as much as he hated to admit it.
Adlar opened his chamber door and yanked Varo inside. As soon as the doors shut he found himself pinned against them, Adlar’s mouth on his. Varo’s cock stiffened the rest of the way when an answering hardness brushed against him.
Seemed like he wasn’t the only one affected by what they’d seen in the king’s chamber. Adlar kissed him like he meant to devour him. Varo found his hands gripped then tugged up and pinned above his head.
Desire streaked through him, and he moaned into Adlar’s mouth as the feeling of helplessness washed through him. Adlar crowded closer, his body pressed close as he edged his leg between Varo’s. Spread out and open, he squirmed in Adlar’s hold.
He wasn’t trying to get lose.
No indeed, he liked Adlar’s hands on him, holding him tight. Adlar released Varo’s lips and kissed his way down Varo’s neck. Varo tilted his head back farther, giving Adlar room to… do whatever. Anything he wanted.
The dark thrill spread through his body when Adlar’s fangs nipped his throat. He shuddered, but not in fear. Adlar growl and crowded closer. Varo rocked against Adlar’s thigh, desperate for friction. His cock ached with need.
“Please,” he whispered.
Adlar moved back just enough he would see Varo’s eyes. “Please what?”
Varo rocked against him again, desperation fueling his movements. “I want…. I want….”
Adlar nuzzled Varo’s throat. “Tell me. Say the words, Varo.”
“I want you. I want you to fuck me.” Oh stars, how was he going to give this up? No one he’d ever been with had made his body respond this way.
“You know what I want,” Adlar whispered in Varo’s ear.
Yes, he did. For now he could give Adlar what he wanted. What they both wanted. Adlar had told him if he wanted Varo to beg, he would beg. At the time he was sure there was nothing Adlar could do to him to reduce him to begging.
He was wrong. “ Please. ”
Adlar chuckled softly in his ear. “Now see? That wasn’t so bad. And yes, I’m going to lay you down on my bed and worship every square inch of your body. I’m going to tease you, torture you, and tempt you. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”
Shuddering, Varo whined deep in his throat. “Yes! Oh please, yes.”
Adlar jerked him off the door so quick he gasped, then gasped again when the room tilted. He found himself thrown over Adlar’s shoulder, one of Adlar’s hands on his ass to steady him.
“Stars and curses!” Varo yelled, shocked Adlar could carry him like this. He couldn’t see much of Adlar’s chambers thanks to his hair in his face.
Adlar snorted.
Oh, so he thinks that’s funny, does he? Wonder what he’ll think about this then? Varo pushed his hands down the back of Adlar’s pants and grabbed two very firm, hard globes. He kneaded the flesh under his hand and was pleased when Adlar stumbled, and then rightened himself.
Adlar’s hand came down on Varo’s ass—hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to truly hurt. Then he massaged the area. “Enjoy that while you can.”
Varo snickered. “Oh, I am, believe me.”
TBC next Thursday!
~M
Maylar had access to two of the most powerful males on this hunk of rock and he planned to take advantage of that. They didn’t consider the other Helkan a threat, although privately Varo thought Omori and Adlar needed to rethink that. They had no clue just how devious the male was apparently.
Good thing they don’t.
The king and Adlar saw a lovely, sensual being and not the scheming desires Maylar carefully kept hidden. Varo remembered his father commenting once on his looks. He’d said Varo’s features were too pretty, not masculine enough. Then he’d smirked and said that many an empire had fallen to a pretty face.
“Are you done?”
Varo glanced at Maylar. The other male leaned against the wall, waiting for Varo to finish pissing. Well, it was the reason he’d come in here to begin with.
“Now remember, be friendly toward me,” Maylar said. “Getting you off planet isn’t going to happen overnight, but we need to establish a connection of sorts between us.”
Varo washed his hands. “Fine. What do I need to do?”
“Well for starters, ditch the attitude.” Maylar came off the wall and stalked toward Varo. “You act like you’re better than me, and you’re not. We’re never going to convince them we’re friends if you can’t act like you at least like me. Your status here is not that of a prince.”
Varo rubbed his temples, irritated that Maylar had a valid point. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…. It’s hard to change years of training. Some things are so ingrained and—”
“Having royal blood does not give you the right to act as if everyone else is below you.”
“Maybe not, but that was how I was raised.” Now that he was on the other end of the spectrum, so to speak, he was learning just how much of a snob he’d been. Funny how slavery could do that to a person.
“Omori and Adlar are royalty, and they don’t act like they are above other Helkans.”
“That may be true, but you can’t deny there has to be a class difference between us and—”
Maylar shook his head. “Class difference? You Yesri really are something else. So pretentious and entitled. It’s funny, since in reality your people don’t have half the grace that our king has.”
Varo opened his mouth to argue, but Maylar cut him off. “Oh, never mind. We don’t have time to debate this. We need to get back before they wonder what happened to us.”
Varo snapped his mouth closed. The day would come when he finally got the last word with these people. He followed Maylar to King Omori’s office reminding himself every step of the way Maylar was a friend, to act like he liked Maylar, to smile and talk to Maylar.
Goddess help him.
They entered Omori’s spacious office. Spread out on a long wood table was several large sheets of paper. They looked like schematics. Omori and Adlar stood side by side, both men studying the designs.
“Yes, yes, I see what you mean.” Adlar shoved his hair out of the way. In one hand he held a writing device. “What if we—” Adlar scratched something out on one of the papers.
Varo stepped closer to see that Adlar was looking at. He immediately recognized the stats for a battle bot, but this one looked different form the one he watched Adlar fight. This one looked much more dangerous.
Omori stared down at the measurements Adlar wrote. “Okay, that would compensate for speed, but what about linear momentum?”
“Hmm.” Adlar frowned at the machine. “The bots mass could affect linear momentum.”
“Maybe we need to change the single-phase capacitor to a double-phase.” Omori pointed at the schematics.
“Huh.” Adlar scratched his chin. “ Maybe. The motor is brushless, right?”
“Yes.”
Adlar tapped the drawings. “And the servo?”
“The servo and the brushless motor control their speed with a pulse train,” Omori said.
“Okay then, let’s increase the ratio frequency within the motor. That should affect the rise of the rotational speed.”
Omori scribbled down what Adlar said.“Got it. That may work, Adlar. Frack, that just may work.”
“That mean anything to you?” Maylar nudged Varo, grinning.
Be friendly. Friendly. He laughed. “Some of it. But I have to admit the interworking of any kind of motor stumps me most times.”
Adlar turned to face Varo, his hand resting on the small of Varo’s back. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. The rush was fast, but didn’t last long. Your Helkan rum is much stronger than I’m used to.” Varo caught himself leaning into Adlar and stepped, putting space between them. “So, do you think you two have solved the problem with your new bot?”
“Possibly.” Omori pulled Maylar closer and nuzzled his throat.
Adlar winked at Varo as the other couple focused on one another. “I think it may be time to go.”
Maylar’s husky laugh echoed through the room. “You could always stay… and watch.”
Varo shivered at the need he heard in Maylar’s voice.
“Or help.” Omori chuckled.
Varo flushed. He wasn’t interested, but it still turned him on. Which came as a surprise. He’d never been one for threesomes, or in this case, foursomes.
“Oh!” Maylar glanced at Adlar. “How long do you plan to stay at the palace?”
“We’re going to be here for a while. Why?” Adlar asked.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to give Varo a tour of the palace, at your convenience, of course.” Maylar shrugged. “He’s going to get bored with no one to talk to once you return to training the D’noir. I’d like to show him some of my favorite places to relax.”
“I…” Adlar glanced at Varo. “Varo? Would you be interested in seeing the palace with Maylar?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.” Varo answered. “I’d like to see it through his eyes, then yours. Frankly, I’m not used to just sitting around. I’m the captain of a starship and used to being busy.”
“Well then, I don’t see why not. But understand this, Maylar. Under no circumstances is Varo allowed outside the palace,” Adlar said.
“I understand completely. I’ll contact you in the next few days, then.” Maylar ran his hand over Omori’s chest, and then slowly slid to his knees. “But for now, I have a king to tend to.”
Adlar smirked as he took Varo by the hand. “We’ll just let ourselves out. Omori, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I… Gods!” Omori swore loudly as Maylar opened his pants, released his cock, and was busy tonguing the head. Omori grunted in response to Adlar as he wrapped his hands around Maylar’s head.
Laughing, Adlar pulled Varo out of Omori’s office. They greeted several guards and other people on the way to Adlar’s chamber. Adlar turned down a private hall, still towing Varo along by the hand.
Varo discretely rearranged his shaft as he followed. What he saw had turned him on, as much as he hated to admit it.
Adlar opened his chamber door and yanked Varo inside. As soon as the doors shut he found himself pinned against them, Adlar’s mouth on his. Varo’s cock stiffened the rest of the way when an answering hardness brushed against him.
Seemed like he wasn’t the only one affected by what they’d seen in the king’s chamber. Adlar kissed him like he meant to devour him. Varo found his hands gripped then tugged up and pinned above his head.
Desire streaked through him, and he moaned into Adlar’s mouth as the feeling of helplessness washed through him. Adlar crowded closer, his body pressed close as he edged his leg between Varo’s. Spread out and open, he squirmed in Adlar’s hold.
He wasn’t trying to get lose.
No indeed, he liked Adlar’s hands on him, holding him tight. Adlar released Varo’s lips and kissed his way down Varo’s neck. Varo tilted his head back farther, giving Adlar room to… do whatever. Anything he wanted.
The dark thrill spread through his body when Adlar’s fangs nipped his throat. He shuddered, but not in fear. Adlar growl and crowded closer. Varo rocked against Adlar’s thigh, desperate for friction. His cock ached with need.
“Please,” he whispered.
Adlar moved back just enough he would see Varo’s eyes. “Please what?”
Varo rocked against him again, desperation fueling his movements. “I want…. I want….”
Adlar nuzzled Varo’s throat. “Tell me. Say the words, Varo.”
“I want you. I want you to fuck me.” Oh stars, how was he going to give this up? No one he’d ever been with had made his body respond this way.
“You know what I want,” Adlar whispered in Varo’s ear.
Yes, he did. For now he could give Adlar what he wanted. What they both wanted. Adlar had told him if he wanted Varo to beg, he would beg. At the time he was sure there was nothing Adlar could do to him to reduce him to begging.
He was wrong. “ Please. ”
Adlar chuckled softly in his ear. “Now see? That wasn’t so bad. And yes, I’m going to lay you down on my bed and worship every square inch of your body. I’m going to tease you, torture you, and tempt you. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”
Shuddering, Varo whined deep in his throat. “Yes! Oh please, yes.”
Adlar jerked him off the door so quick he gasped, then gasped again when the room tilted. He found himself thrown over Adlar’s shoulder, one of Adlar’s hands on his ass to steady him.
“Stars and curses!” Varo yelled, shocked Adlar could carry him like this. He couldn’t see much of Adlar’s chambers thanks to his hair in his face.
Adlar snorted.
Oh, so he thinks that’s funny, does he? Wonder what he’ll think about this then? Varo pushed his hands down the back of Adlar’s pants and grabbed two very firm, hard globes. He kneaded the flesh under his hand and was pleased when Adlar stumbled, and then rightened himself.
Adlar’s hand came down on Varo’s ass—hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to truly hurt. Then he massaged the area. “Enjoy that while you can.”
Varo snickered. “Oh, I am, believe me.”
TBC next Thursday!
~M
June 2, 2015
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Book Name: Despite the OddsSeries: Odds AreBook: One
Release Date: June 3, 2015 Blurb:
Never judge a book by its cover.
Michael Campbell can’t hold a job for more than a few days. He’s lucky his foreman is giving him another chance with the solar panel project at a primary school in Atlantic City. When he spies a man walking strangely in front of the school, Michael laughs, assuming he’s drunk or high. Little does he realize that Joshua Stone, a teaching assistant, has cerebral palsy, and he’s having a bad muscle control day. Taking a tumble right in front of the handsome construction worker is just his luck.
When Michael learns the truth, he feels badly for his cruel behavior. He offers to give Joshua—and his tricycle, the Racing Rhonda—a lift. Joshua accepts the help, and suddenly there’s a gorgeous man breezing into his life, turning his world upside down. But Michael has more issues than his inability to hold down a job, and neither man is sure if they’ll be able to overcome their fears in order to be together.
Pages or Words: 114 pages/32,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Romance
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Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.
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May 30, 2015
How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel
Bawahahaha!!! I saw this at a site I found not long ago called WRITEWORLD, lol. Thought I'd share. :) Hell, a lot of this could be applied to Scifi too!
~M
How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel
[via The Toast]
· The Elders would like a word with you.
· The Ritual is about to begin.
· Something that has not happened in a thousand years is happening.
· You are going to the City. There is only one City. It is only said with a capital C. No one needs to bother saying the name of the City. It is the City.
· Certain members of the Council are displeased with your family’s recent actions.
· A bard is providing occasional comic relief; no one hired or invited him and his method of earning a living is unclear.
· The High Priest is not to be trusted.
· Someone is eating an apple mockingly.
· There is one body of water. It is called the Sea. The Great Sea, if you are feeling fancy.
· You live in a region with no major exports, no centralized government, no banking system, a mysteriously maintained network of roads, and little to no job training for anyone who is not a farmer.
· You have red hair. You wear it in a braid. Your father was a simple man, and you don’t remember much about him – he died when you were so young – but you remember his strong hands, as he fished or carpentered or whatever it was that he used to do with them.
· You’re going to have to hurry, or you’re going to miss the Fair – and you never miss the Fair.
· There is trouble at the Citadel.
· Your full name has at least one apostrophe in it.
· It is the first page, and you are already late for something. Your mother affectionately chides you as you gulp down a few spoonfuls of porridge; she will be dead by page forty-two.
· There are two religions in your entire universe. One is a thinly veiled version of Islam. It is only practiced by villains. The other is “being a Viking.” You are a Viking.
· There are new ways in the land that threaten the Old Way. Your grandmother secretly practices the Old Way, as do all of the people of the hills.
· The real trouble began the day you arrived at court. Every last nobleman hides a viper in his smile. How you long for the purity of life in your village, which is currently on fire or something.
cheshirelibrary: How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel
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~M
How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel
[via The Toast]
· The Elders would like a word with you.
· The Ritual is about to begin.
· Something that has not happened in a thousand years is happening.
· You are going to the City. There is only one City. It is only said with a capital C. No one needs to bother saying the name of the City. It is the City.
· Certain members of the Council are displeased with your family’s recent actions.
· A bard is providing occasional comic relief; no one hired or invited him and his method of earning a living is unclear.
· The High Priest is not to be trusted.
· Someone is eating an apple mockingly.
· There is one body of water. It is called the Sea. The Great Sea, if you are feeling fancy.
· You live in a region with no major exports, no centralized government, no banking system, a mysteriously maintained network of roads, and little to no job training for anyone who is not a farmer.
· You have red hair. You wear it in a braid. Your father was a simple man, and you don’t remember much about him – he died when you were so young – but you remember his strong hands, as he fished or carpentered or whatever it was that he used to do with them.
· You’re going to have to hurry, or you’re going to miss the Fair – and you never miss the Fair.
· There is trouble at the Citadel.
· Your full name has at least one apostrophe in it.
· It is the first page, and you are already late for something. Your mother affectionately chides you as you gulp down a few spoonfuls of porridge; she will be dead by page forty-two.
· There are two religions in your entire universe. One is a thinly veiled version of Islam. It is only practiced by villains. The other is “being a Viking.” You are a Viking.
· There are new ways in the land that threaten the Old Way. Your grandmother secretly practices the Old Way, as do all of the people of the hills.
· The real trouble began the day you arrived at court. Every last nobleman hides a viper in his smile. How you long for the purity of life in your village, which is currently on fire or something.
cheshirelibrary: How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel
Source: cheshirelibrary
