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March 19, 2014
Tease Me Thursday Wk #2 - Trouble Comes in Threes
Tease Me Thursday
Welcome to week 2 of Tease Me Thursday ! It's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met ye? Well, come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I'm doing something from my Wednesday Brief flash called Trouble Comes in Threes. It's a shifter WIP I'm working on. :)
I gulped. Why was dude stripping? The view was damn nice but… “Ah, look, you don’t have to… Wait a minute. Are those my clothes? Those are my clothes you’re wearing, aren’t they? What the fuck?” And why was I even remotely worried about him wearing my clothes? Just how hard hadI rattled my brain? I wish he’d put them back on. It would make me feel a hell of a lot better.
Tal cocked his head. “They are your clothes, yes. We came here as cats, remember? So we had no way to bring our clothes with us. Clothes don’t just magically appear when we shift. We had to borrow yours, of course.”
“Of course.” Like I should know that. “Wait, did you just say they don’t magically… That you… Ah, dude, why are you kneeling on the floor?” Holy shit, did we just go from the Twilight Zone to Kink City?
Tal grinned at Kirk. “I like being close to the ground when I shift. It’s easier.”
“Right. Close to the—”
My mouth dropped open as the cute blond-haired guy groaned loudly. Sounds filled the room. Oh God, my stomach cramped… and I was pretty sure I was going to be sick. That… that sound. Jesus. I’d heard something similar when I broke my arm as a kid. This sounded amazingly like that. Truly cringe-worthy. My shoulders hunched and my toes curled. The sound was worse than nails down a chalkboard, but that was nothing compared to what I was seeing in front of me.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
March 18, 2014
Trouble Comes in Threes - 4.2
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Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
The prompts are:
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
"This is my favorite part…."
"Divide and conquer."
"I’ve always done well with…."
"Waste not, want not."
"The best things come in small packages."
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease."
“Do you think he’s/she’s going to be okay?”
or use: bone, BBQ, shoes
or have character trip and fall
or have a fire alarm go off
or use: paper bag, apple, dirt
find a wallet on the ground
or use: light bulb, napkin, straw
or have a character sit in a swing
or have a character that can travel through time
or use a long scarf
or "You've touched my heart... and my stomach."
or "Gadzooks, is that a hippopotamus?"
or "The end zone lay in sight, and he was poised for a touchdown..."
Trouble Comes in Threes #4.2
Dolf followed Tal to the main bedroom. “We need to get these clothes off him and quickly. I can feel him shaking. I’m going to sit down in that chair by the bed and start undressing him. I need you to go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth for me. I’ll hold it to the wound while we finish undressing him.”Tal hurried to the master bath. Dolf sat. Moments later, he heard the water running. Tal returned, and Dolf moved Kirk around in his arms so he could hold the washcloth against the wound. Tal shifted from foot to foot, tears shining in his eyes. “He’s so pale.”“That’s from the cold and the head wound. He’ll get some of his color back once we get him warm. I’ll hold him while you try to get his clothes off.”Tal sighed as he quickly unbuttoned Kirk’s coat. He stripped Kirk’s outer clothes, dropping them to the floor.“Okay, good, Tal. Now his shirt.” Dolf shifted Kirk in his arms, making it easier for Tal to reach the human. Kirk probably had a good twenty pounds on him, but he handled the human as if he weighed no more than a feather. Thank the goddess both he and Tal were stronger than they looked. “After that, we need to get him out of his jeans. They’re really wet and cold.”The cold, damp material of Kirk’s clothes against his naked skin sparked chills that raced through his body. He couldn’t imagine how miserable Kirk had to be. He tossed the bloody washcloth on the night table. Between the two of them, they finished stripping Kirk. He couldn’t help if his fingers hesitated longer than strictly necessary as they removed certain articles of clothing. He sniffed the air, smelling the sweet scent of Tal’s desire. Seeing Kirk without clothes affected the both of them. A soft purr floated up as he and Tal laid Kirk in bed. Dolf covered Kirk with the bedspread, then stepped to the end of the bed and added a few more blankets for good measure. Tal tucked the human in, trailing his finger across Kirk’s collarbone. Tal stared down at their human, shivering. Dolf sniffed again as Tal’s need filled the bedroom. Sad blue eyes met Dolf’s. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”“Yes. But if we don’t think he is, then we’ll get him to a hospital.” Dolf walked around the bed and gathered Tal close, briskly rubbing his hands up and down Tal’s back. As tempting as it was to let his hand drop down just a bit to those sexy curves right under his hands, he resisted. “The hospital,” Tal sighed, burrowing closer. “That would… delay things. But if he needs that, then that’s what we’ll do for him.”“True. But let’s not borrow trouble quite yet.” Dolf couldn’t resist. He teasingly slapped Tal’s ass.“Ohhh, kinky.” Tal rubbed his cock again but suddenly he sobered, the playfulness disappearing. “I just want…” Tal trailed off, resting his head on Dolf’s shoulder. Dolf sighed. “I know, catalla, what you want. So do I, but we have to take this slowly.” Tal nodded and stepped back.“Now, we both need clothes.” Dolf picked the bloodstained washcloth off the night table and threw it in the bathroom sink. That was the last thing Kirk needed to see when he woke up. He searched through Kirk’s closet and his chest of drawers. He found a couple of flannel night pants, socks, and sweatshirts. He tossed the clothes to Tal. “Get dressed, mate.” “I hope he doesn’t mind sharing.” Tal tightened the drawstring as much as he could on the night pants. Dolf dressed, quickly kissing Tal, not bothering to mention clothes were the least of their worries. He too had to tighten the drawstrings on the night pants, and the sweatshirts engulfed the both of them. His cock threatened to harden with delight at wearing his mate’s clothes. He looked up to find Tal grinning at him. “He’s a big one, isn’t he? “Yes, he very much is. Much larger than us. Very sexy.”Tal waggled his eyebrows. “I can smell your desire.” Dolf shook his head at Tal’s antics. Thank the goddess his mate was returning to his sweet, happy self. “Oh, there’s little doubt I find him sexy. I want him as much as you.” “I like having his clothes against my skin.”“As do I, but I’d like to have skin on skin too.”Tal sighed. “I can’t wait for us to all be together in bed.”“Soon, Tal, soon.” Dolf motioned to the bed where Kirk lay. “If you’ll stay with him, I’ll go to the kitchen and get a bowl with water so I can clean the wound. The bleeding has stopped, but I’d like to get it out of his hair as much as possible. Okay?”“O-okay. Just… hurry, please.” Tal glanced at the human. “What if he doesn’t wake up?" Tal raked his hands through his hair, then shoved the thick mess out of his face. “Being knocked out is not a good thing.”“He probably has a concussion, and if he does, then we’ll watch him. Take care of him. We’ll also tell him who and what we are. And what he is to us.” Dolf made a mental note to try and find something to tie Tal’s hair back.“While he’s hurt? While his brain is possibly injured? Dolf, I’m not sure that’s the best thing to do.”“The last thing we want is for him to panic. Well, no more than necessary. I’m afraid we can’t avoid some panic. The sooner he’s told, the better.”“He won’t believe us! Oh goddess, what a mess.”“Oh, he’ll believe us. It’s hard to deny the proof when it’s shifting right in front of you.” Dolf patted Tal’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
TBC
TC Collins
Chris T. KatLily Sawyer Grace Duncan Jon KeysAndrew Q. GordonSarah HayesLM BrownCia NordwellJC WallaceRob ColtonLily Velden NephylimVictoria AdamsRenee StevensTali SpencerJulie Lynn Hayes
Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
The prompts are:
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
"This is my favorite part…."
"Divide and conquer."
"I’ve always done well with…."
"Waste not, want not."
"The best things come in small packages."
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease."
“Do you think he’s/she’s going to be okay?”
or use: bone, BBQ, shoes
or have character trip and fall
or have a fire alarm go off
or use: paper bag, apple, dirt
find a wallet on the ground
or use: light bulb, napkin, straw
or have a character sit in a swing
or have a character that can travel through time
or use a long scarf
or "You've touched my heart... and my stomach."
or "Gadzooks, is that a hippopotamus?"
or "The end zone lay in sight, and he was poised for a touchdown..."
Trouble Comes in Threes #4.2
Dolf followed Tal to the main bedroom. “We need to get these clothes off him and quickly. I can feel him shaking. I’m going to sit down in that chair by the bed and start undressing him. I need you to go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth for me. I’ll hold it to the wound while we finish undressing him.”Tal hurried to the master bath. Dolf sat. Moments later, he heard the water running. Tal returned, and Dolf moved Kirk around in his arms so he could hold the washcloth against the wound. Tal shifted from foot to foot, tears shining in his eyes. “He’s so pale.”“That’s from the cold and the head wound. He’ll get some of his color back once we get him warm. I’ll hold him while you try to get his clothes off.”Tal sighed as he quickly unbuttoned Kirk’s coat. He stripped Kirk’s outer clothes, dropping them to the floor.“Okay, good, Tal. Now his shirt.” Dolf shifted Kirk in his arms, making it easier for Tal to reach the human. Kirk probably had a good twenty pounds on him, but he handled the human as if he weighed no more than a feather. Thank the goddess both he and Tal were stronger than they looked. “After that, we need to get him out of his jeans. They’re really wet and cold.”The cold, damp material of Kirk’s clothes against his naked skin sparked chills that raced through his body. He couldn’t imagine how miserable Kirk had to be. He tossed the bloody washcloth on the night table. Between the two of them, they finished stripping Kirk. He couldn’t help if his fingers hesitated longer than strictly necessary as they removed certain articles of clothing. He sniffed the air, smelling the sweet scent of Tal’s desire. Seeing Kirk without clothes affected the both of them. A soft purr floated up as he and Tal laid Kirk in bed. Dolf covered Kirk with the bedspread, then stepped to the end of the bed and added a few more blankets for good measure. Tal tucked the human in, trailing his finger across Kirk’s collarbone. Tal stared down at their human, shivering. Dolf sniffed again as Tal’s need filled the bedroom. Sad blue eyes met Dolf’s. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”“Yes. But if we don’t think he is, then we’ll get him to a hospital.” Dolf walked around the bed and gathered Tal close, briskly rubbing his hands up and down Tal’s back. As tempting as it was to let his hand drop down just a bit to those sexy curves right under his hands, he resisted. “The hospital,” Tal sighed, burrowing closer. “That would… delay things. But if he needs that, then that’s what we’ll do for him.”“True. But let’s not borrow trouble quite yet.” Dolf couldn’t resist. He teasingly slapped Tal’s ass.“Ohhh, kinky.” Tal rubbed his cock again but suddenly he sobered, the playfulness disappearing. “I just want…” Tal trailed off, resting his head on Dolf’s shoulder. Dolf sighed. “I know, catalla, what you want. So do I, but we have to take this slowly.” Tal nodded and stepped back.“Now, we both need clothes.” Dolf picked the bloodstained washcloth off the night table and threw it in the bathroom sink. That was the last thing Kirk needed to see when he woke up. He searched through Kirk’s closet and his chest of drawers. He found a couple of flannel night pants, socks, and sweatshirts. He tossed the clothes to Tal. “Get dressed, mate.” “I hope he doesn’t mind sharing.” Tal tightened the drawstring as much as he could on the night pants. Dolf dressed, quickly kissing Tal, not bothering to mention clothes were the least of their worries. He too had to tighten the drawstrings on the night pants, and the sweatshirts engulfed the both of them. His cock threatened to harden with delight at wearing his mate’s clothes. He looked up to find Tal grinning at him. “He’s a big one, isn’t he? “Yes, he very much is. Much larger than us. Very sexy.”Tal waggled his eyebrows. “I can smell your desire.” Dolf shook his head at Tal’s antics. Thank the goddess his mate was returning to his sweet, happy self. “Oh, there’s little doubt I find him sexy. I want him as much as you.” “I like having his clothes against my skin.”“As do I, but I’d like to have skin on skin too.”Tal sighed. “I can’t wait for us to all be together in bed.”“Soon, Tal, soon.” Dolf motioned to the bed where Kirk lay. “If you’ll stay with him, I’ll go to the kitchen and get a bowl with water so I can clean the wound. The bleeding has stopped, but I’d like to get it out of his hair as much as possible. Okay?”“O-okay. Just… hurry, please.” Tal glanced at the human. “What if he doesn’t wake up?" Tal raked his hands through his hair, then shoved the thick mess out of his face. “Being knocked out is not a good thing.”“He probably has a concussion, and if he does, then we’ll watch him. Take care of him. We’ll also tell him who and what we are. And what he is to us.” Dolf made a mental note to try and find something to tie Tal’s hair back.“While he’s hurt? While his brain is possibly injured? Dolf, I’m not sure that’s the best thing to do.”“The last thing we want is for him to panic. Well, no more than necessary. I’m afraid we can’t avoid some panic. The sooner he’s told, the better.”“He won’t believe us! Oh goddess, what a mess.”“Oh, he’ll believe us. It’s hard to deny the proof when it’s shifting right in front of you.” Dolf patted Tal’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
TBC
TC Collins
Chris T. KatLily Sawyer Grace Duncan Jon KeysAndrew Q. GordonSarah HayesLM BrownCia NordwellJC WallaceRob ColtonLily Velden NephylimVictoria AdamsRenee StevensTali SpencerJulie Lynn Hayes
March 16, 2014
Manic Monday Reviews - Snatched (A Storm Moon Anthology)
Snatched – A Storm Moon Anthology by Tilly Hunter, Lor Rose, Ann AndersonRating: 4 stars (love the cover!)
*warning: Dubious consent/rape
Bios: Tilly Hunter is a British erotica author and newspaper journalist with a wicked imagination and a fondness for stories of hot submissive guys in dangerous situations. Her work has been published by MLR Press, Xcite Books and House of Erotica as well as the websites Oysters & Chocolate and Every Night Erotica. When she is not writing she can often be found halfway up a mountain or curled up by her imaginary fireside with some knitting and a slice of cake. Find her blog at tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.com or hook up on Twitter @tillyherotica.
Lor Rose lives in Houston, Texas with her six dogs, three snakes, two horses, and two cats. She began writing when she finally figured out how to move the pencil properly in grade school. She started her first diary at age six and never finished. Keeping a diary never interested Lor, but writing fictional stories and poetry has always sparked her imagination.In fifth grade, a friend's tragic death almost stole away Lor's passion for writing. Middle school pulled a poem or two from her, but nothing like before. High school brought along an English teacher who demanded she write something. So write Lor did. Her teacher soon set a new rule for Lor's class. Everyone else has a minimum. Lor had a maximum. She commented to Lor several times that she doesn't have the time to read a novel.
Ann Anderson is a dreamer with too many stories and not enough time. Reading since she finally managed to figure out which direction the book was supposed to face, not upside down according to her second grade teacher, Ann has been reading everything that comes across her path. It wasn't until her first year of high school that she found her passion for writing through the wonderful world of fanfiction, and Ann has never looked back since that first story that is s incomplete and waiting for the characters to have their own happy ending. When not writing, Ann can be found working at a cafe or at her computer working on line editing or content editing for various publishers which she discovered was a viable career option in college when switching majors. She enjoys the Chicago winters that blow into her little area of Crystal Lake and watching the cats decide if they really want to go outside in the snow or if they'd rather knock the laptop out of her lap and curl up.
Blurb:Any hunter will tell you part of the satisfaction is in the chase as well as the triumphant capture of their prey. In Snatched, the focus is on the eroticism of the power play between men and their male captors. Sometimes romance ensues, sometimes just a good amount of steamy sex, but in all cases, the effects of one character being in utter control of the man he has captured takes center stage. The appeal is in the erotic dominance and the way the captive would try to escape if he could, whether he truly wants to deep down or not.Storm Moon Press ARe Amazon
The Manic Monday REVIEW:
The Guerrilla's Plaything by Tilly HunterBlurb for story: Thomas is determined not to let the fights with his boyfriend, John, ruin his vacation in the tropical rainforests of Equador. But when he steps off the trail, he steps into danger as he’s taken captive by guerilla freedom fighters. Held against his will, he nonetheless finds himself developing an attraction to the man who both arouses and repels him. And as his captivity weighs on him, Thomas finds that being "The Guerilla's Plaything" is not the worst fate he can envision...
Okay, so the story takes place in Ecuador. Thomas Jones, an architecture graduate from Birmingham, England, is on holiday. Before Thomas left, he and his boyfriend, John, argue. While on the trip with other tourists, Thomas is kidnapped by the Socialist Movement for the Liberation of Ecuador, in the middle of a rainforest, while taking a leak.We find that Thomas and John are into BDSM, and Thomas has a thing for cuffs and rope, it seems. He reacts when Alvaro Ramirez, his kidnapper, binds him… which causes all sort of confusing emotions.I enjoyed the story. I’m not even sure it would fall under dub-con because Thomas did consent. The why of it may be suspect. Was he suffering from Stockholm Syndrome? Maybe. Alvaro blew hot and cold. Hey, he’s a kidnapper. They tend to do that. But things aren’t what they appear, either, with our kidnapper. What do I mean? Read the book, lol. ;)
The Two of Us by Lor RoseBlurb for story:Bryce's life changes forever the night that he and his boyfriend are brutally attacked by creatures that seem like they can only be demonic. He's sure, when they carry him off, that he's being packed off for lunch, so it's a shock when he finds that one of his captors is not the horror that he expected. As their attraction grows, it could be "The Two of Us" against the world.
Okay, first off the bat: I didn’t like the story, but that’s because I’m not into horror stories/movies. It’s brutal, bloody, and savage. Absolutely chilling. Seeing/reading someone ripped to shreds doesn’t do it for me. I didn’t realize it was this savage, (my fault; the blurb did SAY they were brutally attacked). The story flows nicely and is well written. It keeps you on edge and has a solid plot. Doing paranormal in the length that’s required for an anthology, and making it good, is damn impressive. This story did that. So, while I didn’t like it, I can appreciate the elements to it. If that’s your thing, this would be right down your alley. Xanthos, a horse-like creature that’s as hard as stone, must consume human hearts to survive. Bryce and his fuck buddy are attacked while necking in their car. Bryce watches as the horse creatures maul the other guy… then eat him. While he’s still alive. And Bryce is totally entranced by the slaughter. Bryce is taken by the creatures, but Xanthos comes to realize Bryce is as cold as he is. He finds that Bryce is the perfect one for him.
Feel the Wind by Ann AndersonBlurb for story:As a member of the lesser nobility, Micah has never truly been able to "Feel the Wind" of freedom, and he and his family are not exempt from the brutality of the highest of the nobles. When he is imprisoned, hunted for sport, and captured by Ari, one of the realm's Princes, he feels that his life is over. But when an escape attempt leads him to the bed of Dhea, Ari's brother, he finds that there is much more to live for... and at the same time, so much more danger than he knows.
Six years Micha has longed for freedom, and finally, he’s given a chance to earn it. In this world, the people have gifts. Micha’s gift is wind. Micha is imprisoned, then given the chance to win his freedom. Nobles, who also have various gifts, will hunt him. In order to gain his freedom, Micha must avoid capture by the nobles for a day. He uses his gift of wind to help him, but in the end he sees there’s no escape, so he picks Prince Ari and is enslaved to the lovely prince. As they explore their desires, Dhea, another prince, takes an interest in Micah. Micah engages in a ménage with Ari and his brother, Dhea. Dhea has certain needs that he thinks Micah can help satisfy. I enjoyed this very much. It’s a hot dub-con story. The sex sizzles. But be warned, there is a rape scene.
March 14, 2014
Ti and Colt's deleted scene from The Harvest: Taken
Okay, so some of ya have told me you miss the original BDSM scene between Ti and Colt. It's the one where Ti punished Colt for throwing that match. The one Colt threw on purpose. I went into my doc's and found the scene. I don't think it's the one that was posted on Literotica, but it may be close. It's been too long ago and I've gone over this too many times to remember lol.WARNING: <<< See the big letters? The scene was changed in the book for a reason. It was considered too graphic and too close to rape. It is brutal. So, be warned. It is S&M and it may be hard to handle. This was the one scene in Harvest that really worried me when it posted. And turned out to be too much for publication. ~M* * * *
Suddenly another door opened and Ti dragged a blindfolded Colt into the room. His hands were tied in front of him and all he had on was a pair of loose black shorts. Ti pushed him into the middle of the room where a chain hung from the ceiling. Grabbing his tied hands, he fastened them to a heavy S-hook on the end of the chain and pulled it up until Colt’s hands were above his head. Colt’s feet were still on the floor, but the tension from the chain was such that every muscle in Colt’s body was delineated. I knew it had to hurt, but… there was no denying he looked beautiful displayed that way. Ti didn’t stop to admire his mate, though. He stepped up to him and grabbed his chin, forcing his face around in our direction. I saw that Ti still had the control for the chain in his other hand.“You want to know if they are here, don’t you, mate?” Ti asked.“Si,” Colt said, that gravelly voice full of something that sounded suspiciously like pride.“They are. They’re here to watch as I punish you for throwing that fight. You did throw that fight, didn’t you?”“Yes, I did.” There was no remorse in his answer.“Why?” Ti asked, still holding Colt’s chin.“To make you give me what I want, so Dale will understand I need this.” Colt’s voice rasped across my nerves and I squirmed on Keyno’s lap.“You forget your place, mate. You forget our bargain. I should release you now and abandon you to whoever would have you. Which would be… who, mate? Who else would do for you what I do? Who else could do for you what I do?”Colt said nothing, but I saw a very fine tremor run through his body. Ti’s thumb stabbed the button on the control for the chain and it retracted another fraction of an inch. Colt was balanced on the balls of his feet now.“Answer me.” Ti’s voice held that soft, sibilant hiss I’d heard earlier during Colt’s match.“Nobody else could do for me what you do.” Colt tone wasn’t submissive. It was mocking, and a half-smile played at the corner of his mouth.“You embarrassed yourself today.” Ti stated calmly. The chain retracted another notch. “You embarrassed me today, and I don’t particularly care what your reasons were.” The chain retracted again, and Colt was now precariously balanced on the very tips of his toes.Ti dropped the control for the chain and stood next to Colt so that he’d be able to feel the heat from Ti’s body, but he didn’t touch him. Ti threaded his fingers through Colt’s silky black hair and violently jerked his head back, putting his entire body off balance.“How dare you. How dare you try to take control… my control,” Ti said quietly and that made me more nervous than if he had shouted.Ti stepped away from Colt and walked over to a table that was in the room. He picked up a whip that reminded me of a bullwhip, only it was much shorter in length, and walked back to Colt. He again grabbed Colt’s chin and held the whip up to his lips.“Kiss it,” Ti demanded.“No.” “Very well, then.” Ti very calmly yanked Colt’s shorts off, leaving him gloriously nude.Colt was as well endowed as my mate, just as long and thick as Keyno, and already half hard, which made me raise an eyebrow. Ti stepped back and uncoiled the whip. I grabbed the handles of the chair, knowing what was coming, determined to watch it no matter what. There was no easing into it; Ti let the whip fly with all the force he had in those strong muscular arms of his. The sound of the whip screamed through the air and landed on Colt’s back with frightening accuracy. Colt flinched, but never made a sound. His cock jumped, though, and fully hardened. Ti whipped him for what seemed like forever, taking his time to choose where the next blow would land. Colt was breathing hard and sweating, but he never cried out. I, on the other hand, jumped in sympathy every time that whip landed. Red streaks decorated his back, and in some places blood freely dripped down to his rounded ass. Keyno wrapped his arms around me to hold me still, and I noticed there was quite a bulge under me. Again, Ti held the whip to Colt’s lips, and again Colt refused to kiss it. Ti went to the table and traded the small bullwhip for a cat o’ nine tails that looked like it had metal spikes on several of its ends. Ti stepped behind him and rained blows from his upper back to his ass until finally Colt cried out. Ti again grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back.“Kiss it,” Ti hissed.Very gently, Colt ran his lips across the whip, tasting his blood and sweat on it. “Good,” Ti said softly. The menace in him was absolutely clear and made me shiver.Quickly, Ti lowered the chain and Colt dropped to one knee before catching himself. Ti grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to a full-body harness suspended from the ceiling near where Keyno and I were sitting. He took the blindfold off and for a second Colt looked into my eyes, that small, satisfied grin of his playing across his lips. Ti strapped Colt into the swing. Colt’s arms were tied down by his waist, and his legs were tied open. Finally he gagged Colt. Straps supported his back and neck—he wasn’t getting out of that thing until Ti let him out.“Do you see?” Keyno asked softly behind me. “He likes this. He hasn’t lost his erection.”“Dear God,” I whispered back as Ti stalked around Colt. “What’s next?”Ti grabbed Colt’s cock and held it straight up, slipping a cock ring on him. This one was a little different from any cock ring I’d ever seen. It had tiny little nubs on the inside, and it was thicker than any cock ring I had ever seen. Colt’s body bucked as Ti pushed it down his cock. About that time I noticed the bulge under me was growing. I couldn’t believe that Keyno was turned on by this. His hand crept around and palmed my cock through my pants. I was soft, but quickly hardened under his talented hand.“What the hell are you doing?” “Enjoying the show,” Keyno answered. “This isn’t anything I haven’t seen before, love.”“Holy mother of God,” I groaned as he teased me through my pants. “Well, it’s fucking new to me.”Ti opened a jar and greased his hand. Colt whimpered through his gag.“Wait until you see what’s coming next.” “That’s right, my mate, I'm going to stuff you full. You will scream for me before I fuck you.” Only muffled sounds came from Colt, but the self-satisfaction and mockery were finally gone from his eyes. And it was too late.“Throw a fight, will you? One that I know you were more than capable of winning,” Ti hissed loudly while Colt tried to twist in the harness. “Attempt to wrest control from me? When we have an understanding about how things work in this house. I’m disappointed in you, and I intend to punish you until you please me or pass out.” Ti turned his diamond eyes to his mate, their red pupils flashing frighteningly. “And Colt, if you pass out we’ll do this every day until you please me.”His threat delivered, Ti started to peel Colt open with two fingers, working them in as Colt grunted from the sudden penetration. His body swung gently as Ti twisted and turned his fingers, working them into Colt’s ass. He took his fingers out, added more lube, and rammed four fingers into Colt who again groaned as Ti worked his fingers in and out. Then Ti added his thumb and pushed steadily as Colt’s legs began to tremble and moans flowed continuously.“Shit… He’s gonna fist him, isn’t he?” I asked, then moaned myself as Keyno thrust his hand into my pants and grabbed my cock. “They can’t see…? Keyno!” “They’re not worried about us, love. And I don’t care if they can.” Keyno growled in my ear. He removed his hand and eased my pants down, freeing my cock. Colt groaned harshly as Ti continued pushing his hand up Colt’s ass. By now he had his wrist inside and sounds came from Colt made the hair on my neck stand up. And that wasn’t the only thing standing up, either. My cock was as hard and leaking as badly as Colt’s, and I was freaked out that this was turning me on. Sill Ti kept pushing, his arm steadily traveling up Colt’s channel. Keyno was jacking me quickly, using my precome as lube. Keyno wrapped his arm around my chest, holding me still. I arched and growled loudly when Keyno ran his thumb over my cockhead. Colt turned his head, stared straight at me for a second, and then winked. I couldn’t believe it—the fucker winked at me. And then I had my answer—no matter what happened in that room, Colt wanted it. Colt bucked, shook, and fought the penetration. His sounds turned from moans to grunts as it slid farther into him, then eased out only to travel even deeper the next time. Colt’s cock was nearly purple by this point. “Yeah, the more you fight, the better it will be when you give in, mate,” Ti snarled. “And you will submit to me, won’t you?”Ti shoved hard, and Colt finally screamed through the gag. Ti held his hand still for a moment. My eyes bugged out when I saw Ti was up to his elbow in Colt’s ass. Once Colt’s body relaxed, Ti went back to pushing in and pulling out, going faster and faster, fucking Colt hard. Suddenly my attention was drawn back into the room where I was. Keyno lifted me off his lap, quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles, and jerked mine down too. He opened a drawer in the table and pulled out a bottle of lube. I shot a surprised look over my shoulder at Keyno, who grinned at me and motioned with his head at the window. Almost afraid to look, I glanced through the window as Keyno lubed up his cock. Ti had stopped for a second to watch us, and when I looked at him… he grinned and exposed those fangs of his. I shuddered as Keyno pulled me back against him and slowly entered me. Ti kept working his fist in and out of Colt’s well-stretched ass. Colt’s screams were almost non-stop. Keyno held my hips and slid me up and down his cock while Ti fucked Colt with his fist. I threw my head back and rode Keyno for all I was worth, watching through the window while Ti pulled the cock ring from Colt, jacking him off as he fucked him. I came just as Colt did, and the screams echoing around me nearly made my hair curl. Keyno shot off inside me, his barb biting into my tender flesh making me scream too. My vision was slightly hazy with pleasure when I saw Ti remove his hand, unbutton his pants and shove his cock in Colt’s ass. My mouth hit the ground. Keyno had a barb at the base of his cock, but from the brief glance I got of Ti, it looked like his cock was covered in barbs. I shuddered at that thought. Colt was shrieking and screaming, writhing and twisting in the harness, tears streaming from his eyes as Ti savagely fucked him. Just as Ti stiffened up, his fangs released and he bit down near Colt’s knee. Blood poured freely from Ti’s mouth as he marked Colt. Colt wailed and screamed. Then Colt came again, and dear God, he came, and came, and came. Ti lifted his head and smiled as Colt finally stopped screaming through the gag. Blood was smeared all over his mouth. For a second their eyes met, and Ti smiled at Colt—and damn if the smile wasn’t tender and loving. Ti whispered something I couldn’t hear to Colt and Colt nodded his head slightly, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out. It was every bit as bad as I feared.“Fuck.” I watched Ti now taking care of Colt. His movements were gentle and caring. He removed Colt for the swing and laid him on a table. He retrieved the same liquid unguent Doc used to anesthetize and treat cuts and methodically applied it to every cut on Colt’s skin, starting with his fang marks. I turned my head when Ti knelt to treat Colt’s more private places.“There is love there, Dale.” Keyno rested his head against my back. “I know, I see that. Don’t get it, but I see that.” “Are you satisfied now?”
“Yes, and God, I wanna go home,” I answered. “I hope my legs will hold me up.”
Suddenly another door opened and Ti dragged a blindfolded Colt into the room. His hands were tied in front of him and all he had on was a pair of loose black shorts. Ti pushed him into the middle of the room where a chain hung from the ceiling. Grabbing his tied hands, he fastened them to a heavy S-hook on the end of the chain and pulled it up until Colt’s hands were above his head. Colt’s feet were still on the floor, but the tension from the chain was such that every muscle in Colt’s body was delineated. I knew it had to hurt, but… there was no denying he looked beautiful displayed that way. Ti didn’t stop to admire his mate, though. He stepped up to him and grabbed his chin, forcing his face around in our direction. I saw that Ti still had the control for the chain in his other hand.“You want to know if they are here, don’t you, mate?” Ti asked.“Si,” Colt said, that gravelly voice full of something that sounded suspiciously like pride.“They are. They’re here to watch as I punish you for throwing that fight. You did throw that fight, didn’t you?”“Yes, I did.” There was no remorse in his answer.“Why?” Ti asked, still holding Colt’s chin.“To make you give me what I want, so Dale will understand I need this.” Colt’s voice rasped across my nerves and I squirmed on Keyno’s lap.“You forget your place, mate. You forget our bargain. I should release you now and abandon you to whoever would have you. Which would be… who, mate? Who else would do for you what I do? Who else could do for you what I do?”Colt said nothing, but I saw a very fine tremor run through his body. Ti’s thumb stabbed the button on the control for the chain and it retracted another fraction of an inch. Colt was balanced on the balls of his feet now.“Answer me.” Ti’s voice held that soft, sibilant hiss I’d heard earlier during Colt’s match.“Nobody else could do for me what you do.” Colt tone wasn’t submissive. It was mocking, and a half-smile played at the corner of his mouth.“You embarrassed yourself today.” Ti stated calmly. The chain retracted another notch. “You embarrassed me today, and I don’t particularly care what your reasons were.” The chain retracted again, and Colt was now precariously balanced on the very tips of his toes.Ti dropped the control for the chain and stood next to Colt so that he’d be able to feel the heat from Ti’s body, but he didn’t touch him. Ti threaded his fingers through Colt’s silky black hair and violently jerked his head back, putting his entire body off balance.“How dare you. How dare you try to take control… my control,” Ti said quietly and that made me more nervous than if he had shouted.Ti stepped away from Colt and walked over to a table that was in the room. He picked up a whip that reminded me of a bullwhip, only it was much shorter in length, and walked back to Colt. He again grabbed Colt’s chin and held the whip up to his lips.“Kiss it,” Ti demanded.“No.” “Very well, then.” Ti very calmly yanked Colt’s shorts off, leaving him gloriously nude.Colt was as well endowed as my mate, just as long and thick as Keyno, and already half hard, which made me raise an eyebrow. Ti stepped back and uncoiled the whip. I grabbed the handles of the chair, knowing what was coming, determined to watch it no matter what. There was no easing into it; Ti let the whip fly with all the force he had in those strong muscular arms of his. The sound of the whip screamed through the air and landed on Colt’s back with frightening accuracy. Colt flinched, but never made a sound. His cock jumped, though, and fully hardened. Ti whipped him for what seemed like forever, taking his time to choose where the next blow would land. Colt was breathing hard and sweating, but he never cried out. I, on the other hand, jumped in sympathy every time that whip landed. Red streaks decorated his back, and in some places blood freely dripped down to his rounded ass. Keyno wrapped his arms around me to hold me still, and I noticed there was quite a bulge under me. Again, Ti held the whip to Colt’s lips, and again Colt refused to kiss it. Ti went to the table and traded the small bullwhip for a cat o’ nine tails that looked like it had metal spikes on several of its ends. Ti stepped behind him and rained blows from his upper back to his ass until finally Colt cried out. Ti again grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back.“Kiss it,” Ti hissed.Very gently, Colt ran his lips across the whip, tasting his blood and sweat on it. “Good,” Ti said softly. The menace in him was absolutely clear and made me shiver.Quickly, Ti lowered the chain and Colt dropped to one knee before catching himself. Ti grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to a full-body harness suspended from the ceiling near where Keyno and I were sitting. He took the blindfold off and for a second Colt looked into my eyes, that small, satisfied grin of his playing across his lips. Ti strapped Colt into the swing. Colt’s arms were tied down by his waist, and his legs were tied open. Finally he gagged Colt. Straps supported his back and neck—he wasn’t getting out of that thing until Ti let him out.“Do you see?” Keyno asked softly behind me. “He likes this. He hasn’t lost his erection.”“Dear God,” I whispered back as Ti stalked around Colt. “What’s next?”Ti grabbed Colt’s cock and held it straight up, slipping a cock ring on him. This one was a little different from any cock ring I’d ever seen. It had tiny little nubs on the inside, and it was thicker than any cock ring I had ever seen. Colt’s body bucked as Ti pushed it down his cock. About that time I noticed the bulge under me was growing. I couldn’t believe that Keyno was turned on by this. His hand crept around and palmed my cock through my pants. I was soft, but quickly hardened under his talented hand.“What the hell are you doing?” “Enjoying the show,” Keyno answered. “This isn’t anything I haven’t seen before, love.”“Holy mother of God,” I groaned as he teased me through my pants. “Well, it’s fucking new to me.”Ti opened a jar and greased his hand. Colt whimpered through his gag.“Wait until you see what’s coming next.” “That’s right, my mate, I'm going to stuff you full. You will scream for me before I fuck you.” Only muffled sounds came from Colt, but the self-satisfaction and mockery were finally gone from his eyes. And it was too late.“Throw a fight, will you? One that I know you were more than capable of winning,” Ti hissed loudly while Colt tried to twist in the harness. “Attempt to wrest control from me? When we have an understanding about how things work in this house. I’m disappointed in you, and I intend to punish you until you please me or pass out.” Ti turned his diamond eyes to his mate, their red pupils flashing frighteningly. “And Colt, if you pass out we’ll do this every day until you please me.”His threat delivered, Ti started to peel Colt open with two fingers, working them in as Colt grunted from the sudden penetration. His body swung gently as Ti twisted and turned his fingers, working them into Colt’s ass. He took his fingers out, added more lube, and rammed four fingers into Colt who again groaned as Ti worked his fingers in and out. Then Ti added his thumb and pushed steadily as Colt’s legs began to tremble and moans flowed continuously.“Shit… He’s gonna fist him, isn’t he?” I asked, then moaned myself as Keyno thrust his hand into my pants and grabbed my cock. “They can’t see…? Keyno!” “They’re not worried about us, love. And I don’t care if they can.” Keyno growled in my ear. He removed his hand and eased my pants down, freeing my cock. Colt groaned harshly as Ti continued pushing his hand up Colt’s ass. By now he had his wrist inside and sounds came from Colt made the hair on my neck stand up. And that wasn’t the only thing standing up, either. My cock was as hard and leaking as badly as Colt’s, and I was freaked out that this was turning me on. Sill Ti kept pushing, his arm steadily traveling up Colt’s channel. Keyno was jacking me quickly, using my precome as lube. Keyno wrapped his arm around my chest, holding me still. I arched and growled loudly when Keyno ran his thumb over my cockhead. Colt turned his head, stared straight at me for a second, and then winked. I couldn’t believe it—the fucker winked at me. And then I had my answer—no matter what happened in that room, Colt wanted it. Colt bucked, shook, and fought the penetration. His sounds turned from moans to grunts as it slid farther into him, then eased out only to travel even deeper the next time. Colt’s cock was nearly purple by this point. “Yeah, the more you fight, the better it will be when you give in, mate,” Ti snarled. “And you will submit to me, won’t you?”Ti shoved hard, and Colt finally screamed through the gag. Ti held his hand still for a moment. My eyes bugged out when I saw Ti was up to his elbow in Colt’s ass. Once Colt’s body relaxed, Ti went back to pushing in and pulling out, going faster and faster, fucking Colt hard. Suddenly my attention was drawn back into the room where I was. Keyno lifted me off his lap, quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles, and jerked mine down too. He opened a drawer in the table and pulled out a bottle of lube. I shot a surprised look over my shoulder at Keyno, who grinned at me and motioned with his head at the window. Almost afraid to look, I glanced through the window as Keyno lubed up his cock. Ti had stopped for a second to watch us, and when I looked at him… he grinned and exposed those fangs of his. I shuddered as Keyno pulled me back against him and slowly entered me. Ti kept working his fist in and out of Colt’s well-stretched ass. Colt’s screams were almost non-stop. Keyno held my hips and slid me up and down his cock while Ti fucked Colt with his fist. I threw my head back and rode Keyno for all I was worth, watching through the window while Ti pulled the cock ring from Colt, jacking him off as he fucked him. I came just as Colt did, and the screams echoing around me nearly made my hair curl. Keyno shot off inside me, his barb biting into my tender flesh making me scream too. My vision was slightly hazy with pleasure when I saw Ti remove his hand, unbutton his pants and shove his cock in Colt’s ass. My mouth hit the ground. Keyno had a barb at the base of his cock, but from the brief glance I got of Ti, it looked like his cock was covered in barbs. I shuddered at that thought. Colt was shrieking and screaming, writhing and twisting in the harness, tears streaming from his eyes as Ti savagely fucked him. Just as Ti stiffened up, his fangs released and he bit down near Colt’s knee. Blood poured freely from Ti’s mouth as he marked Colt. Colt wailed and screamed. Then Colt came again, and dear God, he came, and came, and came. Ti lifted his head and smiled as Colt finally stopped screaming through the gag. Blood was smeared all over his mouth. For a second their eyes met, and Ti smiled at Colt—and damn if the smile wasn’t tender and loving. Ti whispered something I couldn’t hear to Colt and Colt nodded his head slightly, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out. It was every bit as bad as I feared.“Fuck.” I watched Ti now taking care of Colt. His movements were gentle and caring. He removed Colt for the swing and laid him on a table. He retrieved the same liquid unguent Doc used to anesthetize and treat cuts and methodically applied it to every cut on Colt’s skin, starting with his fang marks. I turned my head when Ti knelt to treat Colt’s more private places.“There is love there, Dale.” Keyno rested his head against my back. “I know, I see that. Don’t get it, but I see that.” “Are you satisfied now?”
“Yes, and God, I wanna go home,” I answered. “I hope my legs will hold me up.”
March 12, 2014
Tease Me Thursday Wk #1 - The Harvest: Taken
Today we start a new venture called Tease Me Thursday ! When it's not quite Friday yet, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Storm Moon release, The Harvest: Taken. * * * *
It was in the year 2050 when humanity found out that it was, indeed, not alone in the universe. They appeared without warning above the capitals of all major nations. The huge, menacing, and completely unresponsive space ships dominated the skies, sending the media into a complete tailspin. The governments of our world argued back and forth on what to do. But, in the end, they did nothing. First contact came within hours of the sightings. The question of what these aliens wanted prompted emergency closed-door meetings in Norway, held by NATO. Meetings were held by the Association of Southeast Asian Nations, the Union of South American Nations, the African Union and the UN Office for Outer Space Affairs, among others. The media speculated endlessly. The talks lasted for two days, while the world waited and watched. Early on the morning of the third day, a news conference was held and details were finally released to the public.
The name of their planet was Tah’Nar—and it was dying. Originally, the Tah’Narians were an intersexed warrior race. Chemical warfare had essentially rendered them sterile. Many scientists, from all over the world, eagerly volunteered their assistance to aid the alien race. The benefits to our own world hovered foremost in the mind of every government official present at the meeting. The Tah’Narians required DNA for their harvesting program. Since we couldn’t duplicate their technology, those males who were to participate had to be transported to their world, which, of course, triggered all sorts of questions from people. If these aliens were so advanced, why couldn’t they extract the needed DNA? Why did humans have to be taken off-world? The story had more holes in it than Swiss cheese.
After about a week of this, a press release from our government stated that the two strands of DNA were too fragile to be frozen and transported through space. The release claimed that the nucleobases—the four molecules that form the genetic building blocks of DNA—would be damaged and might even disintegrate once the alien starships jumped to star drive, the method used to travel through time and space so quickly. People, however, could be protected in ways that extracted DNA couldn’t.
Agreements were reached with each government—and boy, didn’t that take a while—that these men would be returned to Earth once the program was completed. Here in the United States a lottery system was set up, and each young man between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-eight was assigned a number. Once a year, for the next five years, numbers would be drawn and a new set of one thousand men would be collected and escorted to holding centers. Medical and psychological tests would be run on the subjects, and, if they passed the tests, they’d be transported to waiting spaceships. Other industrialized nations followed our example and set up their own lottery systems. Word soon leaked that only gay men were being targeted, but our government vehemently denied this accusation.
The media coined the expression ‘The Harvest’ for the times when the Tah’Narians would return to collect these young men. I was seventeen when the aliens first appeared, so my parents assumed I was safe. The final collection would be done before I turned twenty-three. I didn’t fall within the guidelines the aliens had established, so I thought I had nothing to fear. I was wrong.
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March 11, 2014
Trouble Comes in Threes - Chapter 4
Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
The prompts are:
“Can you just give me five minutes to get this done?”“That… just never gets easier.”"And how was your day?""Option number one is…""Just a little case of mood poisoning... must be something I hate.""He has Van Gogh's ear for music.""You smelt it, you dealt it.""Oh my goodness, the fallout from that…" or use: cat litter, brush, tree limbor have character sneeze over and overor have music playing loudlyor use: ketchup, glass, bootsfind a penny on the groundor use: paper plates, hammer, magic marker or take the initiativeor "You have no idea what I've been through..."or "Don't judge me, bro..."or "She was bred in old Kentucky, but she's just a crumb down here..."
(Hey y'all. I shortened the guys names in my mastercopy so now they'll show up here shortened. Dolfoon is called Dolf and Talise is Tal. Just fyi for ya. I know it's abrupt, but it's scenes I added to the story.)
Trouble Comes in Threes - Chapter Four
Tiger chased Snowball through the house, swatting at his hind legs. Snowball shot through the living area and hauled ass to the kitchen, his claws clicking on the floor, tail held high. He made a lap through the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the tile. A cold breeze from the cracked door skittered across the floor, persuading Snowball to change directions. He yowled playfully over his shoulder at Tiger, then ran under the kitchen table chairs, weaving his way through them, then took a hard right. His back-end slid around, almost turning him in a full circle, then he sprinted toward the den. He ran full speed ahead, the other cat hot on his tail. A sudden sharp turn took him around the coffee table. Tiger cut across the top of the table and launched himself at the white cat. Snowball pulled up short as the black cat landed in front of him. Snowball jumped straight up. After he landed, and teasingly swatted at Tiger, he veered off to the side and ran toward the bedroom.
Snowball leaped on the bed, back arched, as Tiger landed beside him. Snowball hissed, slowly fluffing up. Tiger prowled closer, eyes slitted. A flash of black, and then there was a blur of fur rolling around on the bed. Snowball rolled on his back, batting at the other cat above him. He managed to get his back legs under him and toss the black one off him. Snowball ran to the edge of the bed and looked back, his tail swishing black and forth madly. “Meooow,” Snowball mischievously purred, head cocked to the side.“Rawl!” Tiger dropped to his belly, eyes following the tail wagging in front of him.Another mad dash through the house ended with both cats in the half bath, Snowball pawing at the toilet paper. Tiger swatted the white cat’s behind, this time not quite as playfully, then nudged Snowball out of the bathroom. Snowball followed Tiger into the kitchen and waited for Tiger to drink.
After they quenched their thirst, Snowball and Tiger dropped down in front of the fireplace. Tiger sat and cleaned his whiskers while Snowball lay down, his head resting on his paws. The fire popped and hissed. Tiger yawned and curled his paws under him. His eyes were just drifting close when another cold breeze raked across his fur. Tiger lifted his head, staring at the back door. “Meeeow.”Snowball flopped onto his side, tail moving lazily behind him. “Mnow?”Tiger stood and walked to the door that was still standing open. Tiger pushed it wider open, and stared into the ugly, cold weather. “Meroooww!” Meroooww!”The white cat came running, ears pinned low, growling, teeth threatening as he stared out in the darkness at an unmoving lump not far away. Tiger screamed, the call harsh and angry, rumbling through the sullen, cold darkness with frightful intensity. As the enraged yell ended, the ruthless sounds of bones popping, brutally breaking while ligaments stretched, filled the kitchen. A low groan echoed, followed by a painful hiss.“That… just never gets any easier, Dolf. And by the goddess Bast, it’s cold.” “No, it doesn’t, and yes, it is.” Dolf glanced at the shivering, naked man before him. “I’m going to need you to help me. Kirk’s flat on his back out there in the sleet. Come on.”“Is he…?” Tal followed the other male outside. He bent close to Dolf, wringing his hands. Dolf, also naked, sank down next to the human in the cold, wet snow. It was unpleasant enough with fur, but without? A nasty chill shook him. In his human form he was as susceptible to the cold as Kirk or any other human. Which was worse? Being out here naked, or being out here in wet clothes? Either way, the three of them needed to get inside. He touched the side of Kirk’s head, his fingers coming away covered in warm, sticky redness. Oh gods, blood. Kirk was bleeding. His cat yowled loudly again, hissing in anger. His gums tingled, his canines threatening to drop down. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Now was notthe time for his cat to take over. He needed hands to get Kirk inside, he reminded his cat. A slight prickling sensation made his open his eyes and drew his attention back to his fingers. His nails had lengthened into claws. Kirk was hurt, and that just was not acceptable. It also wasn’t acceptable how close he was to losing control of his cat. Forcing his claws to retreat, he wiped the blood on his thigh then pressed his fingers to Kirk’s pulse in his throat. “He isbreathing, Tal. It looks like he’s been knocked unconscious, and he’s bleeding.” “Bleeding? Oh-oh….”“Easy there. Human head wounds tend to bleed a lot.” Dolf glanced around at several large logs that lay near, frowning. “He probably slipped on the ice and fell. One of the logs must have hit him in the head. We need to get him inside and get him warm. His clothes are wet.” Dolf ran his hands over Kirk’s chest. “I’ll carry him. You make sure to close the door after us.”Tal feathered his fingers over Kirk’s cheek. “Okay. Dolf, he’s so cold. How long has he been out here? How could we have not heard something? We were so busy playing—”“I know, my catalla, but we’ll have him warm soon. Don’t worry, mate.” Dolf picked up the human, holding him close to his body. The last thing he needed was for Tal to become upset. His mate tended to become rather… excitable. Hyper was a good word too. He hoped that calling Tal his catalla, or sweetheart, would settle the other shifter. His mate was already rather attached to the human. But then, so was he.Tal hurried ahead and held the door wide-open, shutting it quickly after they were inside. “His bedroom?”“Yes.”TBC
Rob ColtonLily Sawyer Shelly SchulzAndrew Q. GordonCia NordwellJon Keys Victoria AdamsElyzabeth VaLey Renee StevensTali SpencerSarah HayesJulie Lynn Hayes
March 9, 2014
The Manic Monday Review - The Ranch Foreman by Rob Colton
Hey everyone, and welcome to Manic Mondays on my blog! I'm starting something new. This is going to be a day dedicated to authors. I may post book reviews on some Mondays, it might be author interviews on others. It could be new releases, or just my thoughts in general. I'm hoping it'll be lots of fun, whatever or whoever shows up for Monday lol.
Now, a quick note on the book reviews. If I post it on here, then just know I liked the book. I will not be posting a review that's not at least a 3 rating. I'm not going to bash what is basically others who are in my peer group. No nasty reviews happening here. :) And the reviews I'm posting are already on my GR shelf too.
So, let's get this Manic Monday started lol!
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The Ranch Foreman by Rob ColtonRating: 5 stars
Bio: Rob Colton is a software developer by day, and avid reader of romance novels at night. A romantic at heart, he loves stories that feature big, burly men who find true love and happy endings. Rob grew up in northern Michigan and currently lives in the Atlanta area with his very supportive husband and their very spoiled miniature schnauzer.
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Blurb:When Madison “Matty” Ward finds himself out of work and without a place to live, his cousin comes through with a job on the Gates cattle ranch. Despite not knowing anything about herding cattle or taking care of horses, Matty does his best to impress the older hunky foreman, Baxter Hollingsworth. Baxter is drawn to the new young hand, but he’s deeply closeted, and after an openly gay veterinarian shows he’s interested in Matty, Baxter’s repressed feelings lead to an explosive encounter. Baxter then withdraws—leaving Matty feeling angry and used—until an accident forces him to confront his fears.DsP Author page: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_899
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theranchforeman-1268438-145.html
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Ranch-Foreman-Rob-Colton-ebook/dp/B00EJ7AAH8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391541718&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Ranch+Foreman
The Manic Monday REVIEW:
First off, let me say I am a huge fan of Rob’s. I read his stuff years ago on Literotica and have been hooked ever since. And I want to mention Rob has a new release with DsP called An American Lamb in London , which I was one of the beta readers for! Do you really have to ask if I liked it, lol???Meet Baxter Hollingsworth, the ranch foreman. He’s a devastatingly handsome and rugged cowboy that fits the three B’s: big, brawny, and bearded, who’s in his early forties. He’s also far, far in the closet. Now meet Madison (Matty) Ward, age twenty-seven, with boyish good looks. His mother died when he was young and he lived with his cousin, Brian Ward, and his mother, who now also is dying from cancer. Matty is her caregiver, but the time comes when Matty has to move her into an assisted living facility. To pay for the twenty-four-hour care, her house is sold. This leaves Matty homeless. His cousin, Brian, helps Matty hire on at his place of employment—a cattle ranch.The story revolves around Baxter and his constant running—running from his feelings, from being gay… from Matty. He *is* in the closet, but can’t stay away from Matty. In one way, I really feel for him. He has a lot to lose if he comes out. He’s a foreman, working a macho job. A cowboy. How will his men react to his being gay? Will they still take orders from him? Of course there will be some that turn against him. That’s human nature, unfortunately. But on the other hand, what he’s doing to Matty sucks too. I had to wonder if Baxter was even able to form a connection with Matty.I have to say, Rob did an excellent job describing the ranch. The stalls, and the smells, were well illustrated. My son works at a farm here in town that has horses and other animals. My school used to take our kids there. I *know* the smell described, lol. It’s… strong. I did feel sorry for Matt at the end of his first day. The exhaustion was accurate… from what I hear from a certain older Kiddo, lol.And oh my goodness, I loved Miss Ethel. She’s one of the owners, and man, she’s a card.There is no doubt about the attraction Baxter and Matty feel… or the fighting of said attraction by Baxter. There are times he really treats Matty bad while he deals with his own fears. I also didn’t care for Clyde. He was so oily and egotistical. What he did, well, it fit his character. This cracked me up: “When doesn’t he look pissed?” Matty asked, but Brian had already scrambled out of the barn’s back door. He's talking about Baxter lol and it's so true!It’s a good read with an easy flow about an older man/younger man. I rated the book 5 stars back on August 7, 2013 on GR. There were a few little niggles, but I rated the book for how it was written, not how I wantedit to be written. I do wish it had been longer. And I *really* do wish Baxter’s POV had been shown.
I understand he’s conflicted—and this is where I say I’m female and straight. I have no idea what a gay man goes through. But… I do wish we’d heard Baxter’s side of the story. It would’ve helped form a connection for the character. ~Michelle
March 6, 2014
I Love It Rough Blog Tour and Giveaway - Michael Mandrake
The Interview:
When writing descriptions of your hero/ine, what feature do you start with? Eyes, hair?
SL: I usually start with hair especially when the character has lots of it. I’m a fan of men with long tresses for his potential lover to pull on. *laughs* So I usually go with that first.
Where are you from and what do you love best about your hometown?
SL: I’m from Chicago and believe you me, I wouldn’t say the weather especially not right now. *rolls eyes* I’m a city girl so I love tall buildings, nightlife, access to everything. Chicago is very diverse too which is a big deal to me.
Ebook or print? And why?
SL: I’ve often said I would always love print books over e-books because you can actually feel the book in your hands. Well, I’ve gotten over that. My Kindle makes it easier for me to keep hundreds of books in one place and since I have little ones, I can keep all the saucy covers out of sight.
Tell us about a favorite character from a book.
SL: Well since this is the I Love it Rough tour, we can talk about Kajika Fortier. He’s an exotic dancer with some baggage. He lost his mom at a young age, he never knew his father. The endearing thing about Kajika is despite him being a stripper, he is very spiritual. He speaks about his faith in God in both books, wears a cross. And he’s tough as nails even with the pretty exterior.
Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?
SL: Okay here we go, all 4. Yep, 4. Michael Mandrake, I needed a male name when I first started. I’ve always liked the name Michael and Mandrake just sounded good with it. *laughs* Rawiya is Native American for storyteller. She was supposed to be my m/f, mmf/mm author. *glares at muse* Now she mostly wants to do m/m but her schtick is all IR. She only does multiracial couples. BLMorticia is my oldest muse. When I started writing erotica just for fun, I picked that name. I’m black and because I’m a big fan of the Addams Family, specifically Morticia Addams, I came up with that name. BL is my rebel muse. She does what she wants. My newest muse, Veronica Bagby is totally hetero. In fact, I only plan on doing one series of books with her at this point. She’s BL’s older sister. Just as snarky, full of spunk but writes erotica for mature women. *smiles* Did I cover them all? Well the fanfiction muse is SaharaDuran but again, only for fanfiction.
Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?
SL: It varies by story. While writing the twins with Michael in N’awlins Exotica paranormal, I listen to the smooth jazz station. When BL and I write, it’s mostly heavy metal, especially for the Wretched. Michael likes jazz/r&b for the most part but occasionally I’ll turn on classical or even some pop music, depending on the mood of the characters.
If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?
SL: To clone myself and do two or more things at once. One part would be spending more time with family and friends while the other just writes. Can I REALLY do that? I wish. That would be so freaking helpful!
Blog stops for the I Love It Rough Tour
2/22 Mantasy Remmy Duchene
2/23 The Rainbow Studio
2/24 Wednesday Briefs Site
2/25 Lily Velden
2/26 2/27 Full Moon Dreaming Julie Lynn Hayes
2/28 Nature of the Heart Renee Stevens
3/1 Dawn’s Reading Nook
3/2 SweetNSexyDivas
3/3 Cia’s Stories Cia Nordwell
3/4 Raine O’ Tierney
3/5 Wicked Sexy Writers
3/6 Naughty Nights Press Blog
Are Cafe
3/7 Decadent Delights MA Church
3/8 JC Wallace
3/9 Chris T Kat
3/10 LM Brown
3/11 Rob Colton
3/12 Shira Anthony
3/13 Dreamz of Dragons AR Von
3/14 Talismania Brilliant Disguise Tali Spencer
3/15 QueerTown Abbey
Blurb:Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…
Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
Excerpt: Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’. Damn job.Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.In bed with me, where he should be. Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe, Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in Kenner, Louisiana.On the way to the bedroom, Kajika wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the two. “Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals, angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need more than that, Frankie…I need−”A long buzz sounded from the dresser, and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling. Frankie.Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was, calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I… I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it from me as opposed to anyone else.”Kajika released a deep breath and shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his housecoat. “What is it, lover?”“Babe, the murder I got called in for was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.Kajika held his breath and blinked twice in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart caught in his chest. Oh my God! Unable to cope with what he’d just heard, he dropped his phone and immediately the tears welled under his eyelids. Lana? Oh my God, who killed her? She was a good person…she…“Kajika? Babe, you there? You okay, love? Talk to me, honey.”
Author Bio:
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.
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March 5, 2014
Welcome L M Somerton - Rasputin’s Kiss and giveaway
Hey, everyone! Today I have LM at Decadent Delights! I first met her years ago on Literotica. And yes, I am a huge fan lol. The story she's here to talk about is the first one I ever read of hers, and it's one of my favorites. So I can absolutely say it's a great book even without seeing the new version lol. I loved Coner. These two burn the pages up, let me tell ya.
~M
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Hi M A,
Thanks so much for having me on your blog to talk about my latest release, Rasputin’s Kiss. Even though I’ve published several other books, this was actually the first story I ever wrote, so it’s very close to my heart.
Alex and Conor came to life slowly, over several months, in a serialised short story. Three years or so later, their story has changed dramatically but the boys are still much as they were in the beginning. I was always worried about publishing this story – it feels like I’ve traveled such a long way since those first tentative scribblings. Of course, MA was a big part of my start as a writer. Encouraging comments and kind advice came at regular intervals and turned into a friendship I value greatly.
This story isn’t as heavy on the bdsm content as some of my work, but this is just the first in a series and I can say that it is a theme that develops along with the characters. So if you enjoy your MM romance with a little kink, this book may be right up your street.
Here’s an intro and a little snippet to tempt you…
Investigating Love - Series Blurb
Being thrown together in extreme circumstances is not the best foundation for a relationship. Alex and Conor must juggle the demands of their jobs as police detectives with their personal lives. With Alex as demanding in the bedroom as he is at work, will Conor be able to accept that submission is not weakness.
Finding out will be the most important investigation of their lives.
Rasputin’s Kiss - Book Blurb:
Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost – killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.
Excerpt: They walked in companionable silence to a small Italian restaurant just around the corner from the station and sat at a table next to the window. The whole place was a cliché, with red and white checked tablecloths, candles in old Chianti bottles coated with solidified drips of wax and laminated menus that had seen better days. The atmosphere was warm and friendly, though, and the whole place smelt of herbs and spices. A short, rotund man bustled over and greeted Alex like a long-lost member of his family. After effusive introductions that seemed to include most of the staff and half the customers in the restaurant, fresh bread with aromatic olive oil was left to tide them over while their food was prepared. Alex ordered for both of them, watching Conor as he did. The overt act of dominance made Conor smile wryly. He wondered if Alex had expected him to be annoyed. A brief look of satisfaction crossed Alex’s face and that gave Conor his answer. Conor dipped a piece of warm bread in oil and held it to his mouth, allowing the slick liquid to spread across his lips. He took a bite then slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, chasing a stray drop of oil. Alex’s eyes widened and a hint of colour bloomed on his cheeks. Conor smiled innocently.
I think I have a wolf in sheep’s clothing here, Alex thought to himself. Well, an enthusiastic pup anyway. He could imagine smearing that oil in all kinds of interesting places. It was a delight to watch Conor eat. He twirled his linguine expertly, complimented the chef politely and smiled shyly at the waitress who couldn’t take her eyes off him. He didn’t encourage her any more, though, and Alex was secretly pleased about that. He bristled at the sight of other people casting flirtatious looks at Conor. Unfortunately that seemed to happen when anyone noticed him. Conor drew admiring glances from every woman in the place, and jealous ones from the men they were with. Alex wanted to growl at them, make it clear that Conor was not available, and maybe put a paper bag over Conor’s head so that everyone would stop lusting after him. Still Conor seemed comfortable in his company and was attentive. He wasn’t distracted by any of the attention—in fact he seemed completely oblivious to it. An hour, and a pleasantly full stomach, later Alex decided it was time to let his latest recruit know what he was really in for. Alex wasn’t looking forward to confessing, but it had to be done. Both he and Conor had stuck to mineral water with their meals so he couldn’t take advantage of senses dulled by alcohol, which might have made things easier. Now they sat with tiny cups of rich, dark espresso in front of them and there were no more excuses or distractions. Alex took a deep breath and tried to focus on what he needed to say. Okay maybe there was still a distraction—a beautiful, dark-haired one sitting just across the table. Alex lost his train of thought as he admired the snug fit of Conor’s shirt, which effectively demonstrated a nicely tapered torso. How did the man manage to make a simple blue shirt look so fucking sexy? Maybe it was the open collar that displayed his graceful neck, or the rolled up sleeves that revealed smooth, toned forearms? The leather strap of his watch could so easily be a cuff, buckled tightly…
© L M Somerton
Buy links:
You can buy Rasputin’s Kiss from Totally Bound at: https://www.totallybound.com/rasputins-kiss
Or search for the title at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Café etc. just search for the title.
Author bio:
L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
Links:
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https://www.amazon.com/author/lmsomerton
Twitter: @lmsomerton
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March 4, 2014
Trouble Comes in Threes - 3.4
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Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
The prompts are:
“Damn fucking cold.”
"I am sorry I offended you. I should have lied.""Be of use, but don't be used.""When the going gets tough, the tough get going."“Well then, run with it.”“I don’t care what he/she said!”"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.""You are so narrow minded."or use: lotion, battery, sockor have character brush his/her teethor have dog barkingor use: clouds, river, grassfind a different way to cook chickenor use: alarm clock, hot dog, door bell ringingor have a character get caught in the rain.
Trouble Comes in Threes 3.4
I’d fucked my back up playing football in high school. Since then, I had a disk that slipped out entirely too easily. It fucking hurt, and I had trouble walking when it happened. It usually put me in bed for several days every time. The normal routine was ice packs on my back, right above my ass, and swallowing anti-inflammatories until the swelling went down—something I didn’t have time for right now. Besides, the very idea of anything ice cold on my skin sent shivers down my back.I hauled several loads of wood inside, moving carefully. I left the door cracked so I didn’t have to deal with opening it every time. One more trip should do it. Huffing, I looked at the cats. “You know, the last time I left the door open, I got a surprise. I’m really tempted to shut it.”“Meeow.”“Yeah, Tiger, I’m talking about you guys. I really hope there aren’t any more cats lurking out there. Two is about all I can handle.”A cold breeze rushed through the room and both cats shot off deeper into the house, away from the door. Didn’t blame them. I’d get as far away from that door as I could too. Too bad I had to be the one to go get the wood.
Laughing at myself, I walked back outside in the freezing ass rain. I was talking to them as if they understood me. I didn’t feel so… lonely with them around. How sad. What the fuck was my life coming to when two cats offered the best conversation around,
TBC
Jon Keys Victoria AdamsLarry BenjaminChris T. KatShelly SchulzGrace Duncan Elyzabeth VaLey JC WallaceCia NordwellTali SpencerRenee StevensNephylimAndrew Q. GordonJulie Lynn Hayes
Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
The prompts are:
“Damn fucking cold.”
"I am sorry I offended you. I should have lied.""Be of use, but don't be used.""When the going gets tough, the tough get going."“Well then, run with it.”“I don’t care what he/she said!”"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.""You are so narrow minded."or use: lotion, battery, sockor have character brush his/her teethor have dog barkingor use: clouds, river, grassfind a different way to cook chickenor use: alarm clock, hot dog, door bell ringingor have a character get caught in the rain.
Trouble Comes in Threes 3.4
I’d fucked my back up playing football in high school. Since then, I had a disk that slipped out entirely too easily. It fucking hurt, and I had trouble walking when it happened. It usually put me in bed for several days every time. The normal routine was ice packs on my back, right above my ass, and swallowing anti-inflammatories until the swelling went down—something I didn’t have time for right now. Besides, the very idea of anything ice cold on my skin sent shivers down my back.I hauled several loads of wood inside, moving carefully. I left the door cracked so I didn’t have to deal with opening it every time. One more trip should do it. Huffing, I looked at the cats. “You know, the last time I left the door open, I got a surprise. I’m really tempted to shut it.”“Meeow.”“Yeah, Tiger, I’m talking about you guys. I really hope there aren’t any more cats lurking out there. Two is about all I can handle.”A cold breeze rushed through the room and both cats shot off deeper into the house, away from the door. Didn’t blame them. I’d get as far away from that door as I could too. Too bad I had to be the one to go get the wood.
Laughing at myself, I walked back outside in the freezing ass rain. I was talking to them as if they understood me. I didn’t feel so… lonely with them around. How sad. What the fuck was my life coming to when two cats offered the best conversation around, TBC
Jon Keys Victoria AdamsLarry BenjaminChris T. KatShelly SchulzGrace Duncan Elyzabeth VaLey JC WallaceCia NordwellTali SpencerRenee StevensNephylimAndrew Q. GordonJulie Lynn Hayes
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