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Condo Life: Are you fucking kidding me? Am I being punked?

Just got a text from owner asking if I’d be interesting in subleasing my place out during some upcoming football weekends. Um, let me get this straight, I’m not allowed to sub-lease according to my lease, except for this apparently and then I’m supposed to consider allowing strangers to come into my home, be all over my things, do gods know what on my bed and my children’s beds, have access to all my electronics and all my work computers and office all while I find somewhere else to be down here during that time with my husband, three kids AND my dog? Um, wondering how ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME will come off as a return text.

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Pen Name Book: The Unexpected by Rory Michaels

Contemporary Western Threesome Romance

A Macon Valley Ménage 1

Best friends since childhood, Perry and Sean know each other’s deep dark secrets. The people of Macon Valley whisper of their deviant sexual ways—the fact they like kink and enjoy sharing women. But the town doesn’t understand they’re looking for that one perfect woman to fill the void in their hearts. They understand they’ll be sharing her both in and out of the bedroom and they’re fine with that. Trouble is the woman they’ve selected isn’t so sure she’s ready for both of them. Can they sway her heart and her mind?

Warning: This short story contains ménages a trios, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. This short story also has explicit, graphic sexual content and is not for the faint of heart.

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Chapter One

The faint glow from the wall light in the dimly lit hotel room cast shadows over the brown carpeting. Jesse wouldn’t go so far to say the décor was cheap but rather builder grade and cookie cutter. There was nothing personal about the room. It felt sterile in a sense. The walls seemed as if they were closing in on her. She clasp and unclasped her hands. Fear licked at her insides. She tipped her head and her long dark hair fell forward. She pushed it out of her face and tried to calm her nerves. She couldn’t believe she was about to do something as wild and crazy as this. This was such a stretch for her character she wasn’t even sure how to label it.

Her gaze fluttered towards the blond in the hotel room with her. Sean licked his lower lip. She found it hard to look away from the obvious bulge in the front of his Levi’s. Was the man truly that hung? She’d often wondered and soon she’d find out. The room heated to unbearable levels and she tugged at her blouse. What was she doing here?

“You still game?” the blond asked, a twang apparent in his deep voice. He looked so unsure standing there. Part of him seemed slightly predatory-like, the other seemed uneasy, as if he sensed she was on the verge of bolting and running.

Her throat constricted and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands. “Y-yes.”

“Listen,” he said. He stalked toward her. “If you aren’t into this, I get it. Perry will understand, right?”

Jesse looked toward her fiancé wondering if he’d object to what had been his idea to begin with. Perry’s dark gaze swept in Sean’s direction. She knew he wanted a threesome. It’s all he’d talked about for the past six months. He wanted more than anything to see her with another man and he wanted the man to be his best friend Sean. She knew from his past that he and Sean had shared women before. The small town she now resided in was full of stories of their past conquests. They were the talk of the town—each person whispering about the kink the guys were into. She wouldn’t be the first woman they shared but she would be the last. Perry had given up his wicked sexual ways when he met her and she’d thought he’d left the deviant desires behind him. It was glaringly obvious he’d not.

Perry pulled his shirt over his head, tousling his dark hair. He tossed his shirt aside and motioned to her. “Come here, sweet thing.”

Blindly, she did as instructed. She was putty in his hands and he knew as much. She’d come to him a virgin and he’d taught her things she never imagined possible. Still, this seemed like too much. She wasn’t the type of woman who shared her body with multiple men. But Perry wanted a threesome and it was the least she could do for him. He’d done so much for her. And she loved him. That wasn’t the issue or the question.

Sean moved out of her pathway. He made a move to grab his cowboy hat off the hook near the hotel door. He and Perry worked as ranch hands. Their jobs were hard and their bodies were proof of as much. They were honed and tanned. Delicious looking. “I can go.”

“No,” Perry said, his tone level. “Stay. Jesse is fine. Aren’t you, sweet thing?”

Once again, her throat tightened. She managed a tiny nod.

Perry drew her to him and his muscles rippled. “It will be good. Very, very good. Trust me.”

She did trust him. What she didn’t trust was herself. One too many times she’d gotten lost in fantasies about Sean. Perry was a stone cold ten by anyone’s standards. Sean was on par. It was hard to avoid noticing the two of them and it was equally as hard resisting the temptation of Sean’s green eyes. It wasn’t right to lust after two men. She’d been raised with better values than that. Yet here she stood, at the ready to let them have access to her body. The entire event felt dreamlike. She was trapped in a testosterone driven whirlwind and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to throw caution to the wind or get to packing.

Jesse took a deep breath and allowed Perry to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. Her gaze moved to Sean. Unable to hold his hungry stare, she flicked a speck of lint from her skirt. Perry caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He kissed the back of it. “Relax, sweet thing. Let us love you.”

Her breathing quickened and she looked toward Sean again. This time, he was closer yet she’d never heard him move. He pulled at her blouse and eased it over her head. Her nipples hardened to diamond like points as the cool air of the room dusted over them. She knew they were visible through her lace bra. Sean’s hand found one and he smoothed his finger over it. Her nipple flared to life even more so than before. Her breath caught in her throat. Already she was prepped to explode and he’d only just grazed her. Could she really handle a night of both of them?

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Welcome to Oxford, Mississippi?

Its been just over two weeks since I arrived here in Oxford, MS. Its certainly different from what I’m used to. The people (for the most part) are friendly. I’ve had trouble with getting Lil R Boy in school and then trouble keeping him in school due to his allergic reactions to immunizations and the fact he can’t be given them anymore. That was interesting and resulted in me in tears in the school office. Never fun.

We’re leasing a condo for a year (hopefully JUST a year) until we are able to buy. Prior to signing the lease I was told in writing that a mother and two kids would be placed above me. Nope. Four college girls. I was informed of this after I’d already signed the lease, mailed it with the deposit. Mind you, they’re nice girls. Very nice girls but they’re college girls all the same and they want to be able to have fun and enjoy life and freedom. They were told four college girls would be below them. Imagine their surprise when we showed up. Not only that but our parents had insisted on caravaning down with us (so embarrassing at our age but there was no stopping them) and the girls only saw our parents to start with. They assumed THEY were living below them. LOL

You can hear EVERYTHING from above. When they walk, when their dogs walk/run, bark. You can hear the girls talking, laughing, playing music, etc. And when they have a get together you hear that as well. Also other “things”. And this is with them trying so hard NOT to make a lot of noise because of us. I really can’t thank them enough and I can’t express my displeasure in having been mislead over the living situation prior to signing the lease.

There is limited parking here. Just enough for each unit, no more. Yesterday, I let the owner/landlord know that kids from the high school were parking here and walking over to attend classes all day. He told ME to put a sign on the windshield informing them they’d be towed. I expressed my concern with doing this because these didn’t look like kids you’d want to tangle with. I asked that a sign be posted. Owner/landlord told me no, that once a few of their cars were towed they’d get the hint. And he let me know he’d drop off a sign for ME to put on the windshield.

Uncle. Really. I mean uncle.

Already my family is taking out all the trash and bringing the cans back for the units here so that the trash actually gets out. We’re cleaning up dog crap all over the yard (in addition to when ours does it because we stand there with a bag). Now I’m supposed to be parking police too? FUCK THAT. I’m paying too much to have the above unit in echo form all day as is. Not taking on anything else. Already with what we’re doing we should be getting a break on the crazy rent. We’re not.

So, with the giant purge up in Ohio, painting the house up there, getting it ready to go on the market, packing ourselves and moving ourselves and arriving to all this I’m sure you can guess I haven’t touched a book. This means lost sales. Big time. And if I can’t have a quiet work space (which I spelled out in writing as needing prior to signing the lease) I can foresee even more sales lost. Plus, my youngest two are school aged and need sleep.

Ugh.

So, this ends my current condo life rant. I am making this a blog topic/thread so I can jump on and share more from it all. I’m assuming I won’t be short of fodder for it anytime soon.

I will say that I’m in good company down in Oxford as far as being an author is concerned. They seem very welcoming to writers. I’ll keep you posted on that as well. The town square is pretty and full of lots of neat little shops. Ole Miss is right here so Big R Boy is starting his sophomore year there. There are positives but it just seems like the negatives want to overshadow them.

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Pen Name Book: The Untold by Rory Michaels

Contemporary Western Threesome Romance

A Macon Valley Ménage 2

Cody and Everett have the kind of relationship that others raise a brow at. It’s not easy keeping it secret in a small town like Macon Valley. People talk and Nicole, Cody’s new bride, hears their whispers. She knows there is something between the men—something more than mere friendship. When they confess their desire to have a threesome, she’s stunned. She doesn’t want to be like the women they’ve used and discarded in the past. However, it’s clear this is what her husband needs. She can’t deny him and knows the men will give her a night of passion the likes of which she’s never imagined. What she doesn’t realize is the men aren’t aiming for a one shot deal. They’ve got their sights set on sharing her for good, regardless what the people of Macon Valley think.

Warning: This short story contains ménages a trios, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. This short story also has explicit, graphic sexual content and is not for the faint of heart.

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Trading Teon by Reagan Hawk

 

 

 

The Beast Masters Series

Trading Teon

Reagan Hawk

The Beast Masters Series, Book 1

Garon and Lorne, shapeshifting males of the Ralenium race, are fierce guns for hire in the universe. When a cargo ship transporting women charged with crimes by the Galactic Star Union arrives on their planet, the men make the traders an offer they can’t refuse. Planet Ralen is sorely lacking in women, and the males have an inborn desire to dominate, to tame females and to reproduce. When their inner beasts’ clocks start ticking and the burning need to spread their seed consumes them, they go on the hunt for the perfect female. Too bad both men want the same woman.

Teon, a lady with a place in high society, thought life as she knew it was over when she was wrongfully charged with a crime by her stepmother. A prisoner en route to a barren planet to serve her sentence, she’s presented with an opportunity to start over again on the planet Ralen. The catch is she has to be willing to be claimed by two males. Not just any males mind you, two burning hunks who are ready to fight to the death if need be to share her bed.

 

 

 

Warning

Novella contains graphic language, light BDSM play/themes, extreme alpha male shifters who cannot wait to get a collar on their female to brand her as theirs for life, women willing to submit and scorching hot sex scenes. If you don’t like strong men who take control in the bedroom and sometimes out, or if you’re in the market for long, drawn-out plots, this isn’t the series for you. This novella is hot and dirty and won’t apologize for that fact.

 

 

 

Disclaimer

This book is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a how-to book or a manual to the BDSM/fetish lifestyle. It is merely meant to be read and provide a mental escape for your enjoyment. Always practice safe sex and never enter into BDSM play without proper knowledge and understanding of the lifestyle and a trained, trusted practitioner to guide you through it all. Serious injury or death could result from improper BDSM/fetish play. Safe, sane and consensual (SSC) is a must. The Raven Books and its authors, owners and operators are not responsible for any injuries or death that may occur from improper use of techniques or information found within this document.

 

 

The Beast Masters Series

Trading Teon

Securing Sara

Rescuing Reya

Capturing Clara

Binding Bree

 

 

 

Chapter One

Garon of Ralen neared the outer quadrant’s guard tower. The path to it was well-worn, unlike some of the other paths on Ralen. Regardless of how used the path was, the forests of Ralen were known to be fast-growing. The huge, deep blue of the leaves of the talium tree were starting to turn yellow on the ends, a sign of the season change coming upon them. Soon the area would see temperature drops. And soon enough the primal heat would be upon many of the men.

Garon reached the tower and ascended the staircase. He entered to check in on the guards stationed there. They’d reported a craft on radar, and since no crafts were scheduled for arrival it had raised a red flag. Ralen wasn’t a planet offworlders dared to arrive at without proper protocol. The Ralen warriors were known to blow things out of the sky first and ask questions later. They were a proud, fierce race. A race known throughout the galaxy.

He leaned over one of the males to survey the screen and grunted as he spotted the shape of the vessel nearing their orbit. Cursed stars. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with today.

Lorne, a seasoned warrior and trusted friend, entered the guard tower. “I heard we have visitors. Any news on who or what they are?”

Garon tapped the screen. “Looks to be a salvage ship.”

“Or traders,” said Lorne, disgust evident.

None of the men were too keen on the salvagers but traders weren’t much higher on the like scale. Both were basically pirates of the skies and tended to deal in goods that were too hot to touch. Since Ralen boasted a planet of fierce warriors, they were often left untouched by the Galactic Guards—free to do as they pleased.

“Sir,” one of the men seated at his station said. “Should I alert the planet-to-air defense team?”

It was on the tip of Garon’s tongue to say yes, but he held back. He glanced to Lorne. “It’s been too many moon cycles since we last had a shipment of women. Think it could be some?”

Lorne worried his jaw and then tipped his head, his long, blond hair falling over one shoulder. “Perhaps. We could allow the vessel to land and see.”

Garon nodded in agreement. He touched the man’s shoulder at the station. “Open the landing platform two.” He looked to Lorne. “It would be wise if an armed team greeted the vessel.”

“Of course,” replied Lorne. “Jaston and his men are on duty now. I’ll send them.”

“Perfect. Tell them we’ll meet them there.”

Garon, Lorne said, using the mind path common to their kind. If women are aboard…

I know. I will see to it any price is paid.

With that Lorne pivoted and left the tower. Garon remained long enough to watch the slow descent of the vessel upon the screen before him. From its sluggish movements and shape he was fast beginning to suspect it was Voxenites, a race of opportunistic bottom feeders who did whatever they had to in order to turn a profit. They’d taken to human trafficking hundreds of years ago and little had been done to stop them. Truth was, planets such as Ralen depended upon them.

Ralenium males far outnumbered females, and nothing the men did lured women willingly to their planet. They were simply too far out on the edges of the quadrants to offer any appeal. They weren’t proud of the fact. It was what it was.

“Sir?” the man at the station asked. “Is it traders? With women?”

There was no mistaking the note of hope in his voice. Galen patted the younger warrior’s shoulder. “Let us hope. Stay and man the station. Should it be traders with women, a summons shall be sent forth.”

The other guards shared a look with the young one. Garon knew hopes would be high and he hated to dash them. The men needed something to look forward to.

He left the tower and made his way down the path in the direction of the landing bays. The outer force field was in the process of retracting. Its opening would be timed perfectly with the vessel’s landing.

While they had technologies, some of the finest in the galaxy, they preferred to do many things the way their ancestors of old did. They did not use any type of craft for surface travel on their planet. They preferred to use their shifted beast forms or that of domesticated animals. It was kinder to their planet.

They’d seen too many planets fall victim to their own advancements to want to see the beauty of Ralen snuffed out.

He spotted Lorne with Jaston and the team of Ralenium men all armed and surrounding the landing pad. They stayed back a safe distance, already knowing what would come next.

There was a flash of red light, and then a popping noise signaling the main control tower was now in control of the vessel’s power and its system. There was no chance the vessel could fire upon them this way and zero chance it could leave without permission.

Lorne motioned to Garon and then pointed to the vessel’s side symbol.

As Garon suspected—Voxenites.

If they came bearing anything other than women, they would find the men ready to hang them by their scaly, webbed feet. None of the Ralenium men thought much of the Voxenites. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.

The ship sputtered to a stop, its engines cutting out with a loud groan. Garon sighed. If the ship refused to start back up, there was no way the traders would be welcome to stay until it was fixed.

 

Garon moved with a quickened pace in the direction of Jaston and the other on-duty guard team. Jaston nodded and then hurried into the main control center.

If their suspicions proved true and the ship carried women, then it was a joyous day. If not, then the security team needed to be prepared. One never knew what one might encounter this far on the edges of the galaxy. Often the area was looked upon as lawless. Often it was.

Garon left the landing bays and entered the main control center and found Jaston near the monitor booth. The relays from the outer towers were no doubt reaching the main control center. Jaston glanced up and made eye contact with Lorne.

“Does Garon have orders?”

Lorne took a deep breath. “He does. Be prepared with your men and ready to greet our visitors.”

“Of course,” answered Jaston, his expression knowing. He relayed the message to one of the men closest to him and then covered the distance between him and Lorne. Jaston lowered his voice. “Traders with females?”

“Garon thinks perhaps it might be.”

Jaston’s jaw set. He nodded and stepped away.

Lorne knew the warrior would show no signs of hope. He knew Jaston was too seasoned to ever let on to his true feelings. All the men were desperate for more women to arrive. This wasn’t news. It was fact. None would risk getting their hopes up. Not yet.

 

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Fridays After Dark: Marcel Manor Part III

Welcome to Fridays After Dark—a joint project between Yasmine Galenorn and Mandy Roth.

Marcel Manor (Lunatic Moon Series) by Mandy M. Roth continues… (remember you can’t get this version anywhere but here. Also, this page is set up for those 18 years and older. If you are here and not at least 18, please leave.)

 

Marcel Manor (Lunatic Moon Series) continues….

Maker spit. “They were vagabonds and whores. Nothing more.”

“They were innocent,” Marcel stressed, his fingers beginning to itch as the blood dried.

Chuckling, Maker tossed the top hat aside. “If that is what you need to tell yourself.” He winked, so smug, so sure of himself. Marcel hated him more. “Did you believe you had the will to resist the craving?” His expression softened. “None of us can.”

Marcel had believed he could. Evidence to the contrary now dried beneath his fingertips. He closed his eyes, the stench of the city coupled with the smell of the corpses burning in his nostrils. He bent, expelling the contents of his stomach. Crimson liquid fell free of him. He touched it tentatively.

His mind reeled as he pushed to his feet.

Blood.

Death.

Food.

Hunger.

“No,” he whispered, already suspecting the worst. He lost his footing, tripping over a body. He landed with a thud on his backside. Confusion consumed him. How could he have lost control so quickly and so violently? He’d been the master of his demon for nearly a half a century. It should not have gotten the better of him. Yet it had.

“Marcel,” Maker said.

Marcel shook his head. “Why are you here? Why do you taunt me so? What hate could you harbor for me? I did not create you.”

A whimsical laugh emanated from Maker. “Hate is not what I feel for you. Far, far from it, Marcel. You are special, yet you do not see this.”

“Special?” echoed Marcel. He looked at the devastation around him. “I should be put down, my life taken to save others.”

“You have never seen what I do in you,” Maker said. “You were skilled beyond measure as a man. Immortality and my gift to you only added to this. If only you used your talents, you would be a force none would dare challenge. Let me teach you.”

“I hate you.”

“Of this I am aware.” Maker approached, the heels of his shoes clicking as he seemed to avoid every ounce of blood splatter on the stone street. He tapped the end of his black cane twice before leaning on it. He extended one hand. “Come with me now. Accept what is fated. Fighting your nature has gotten you this.” He wiggled his fingers in the direction of the bodies. “I can help you. Let me teach you to control the rage and hunger.”

“Help me?” Marcel repeated, laughter bubbling up from him. It was weak at first, gaining strength with each breath. “You mean you can turn me into an even greater monster than I already am?”

Maker sent a furtive look over Marcel. “Non, old friend. Even I cannot hold a candle to this. You have slaughtered them all, your demon denied too long. The sins will stain even deeper than the blood. Mark my words, without my assistance this will break your mind. You do not have the stomach for the harsh realities of our existence.”

“Yet you turned me all the same.”

Puffing a breath upwards, Maker shook his head. “You are a fool. I did not sire you to spend all these years watching you struggle from the shadows of society.”

“Then why did you make me?”

“One day…” he blinked, the action so human it was odd seeing it come from him, “…when you find that person who validates your very reason for being, you too will do all you can to assure they never leave you.”

“No!” Marcel inched back, sliding in the blood. “I would never do this to someone. I’d never damn them for all eternity.”

Coming close enough to touch him, Maker bent, his fingers hovering just above Marcel’s cheek. “My sweet one, I can help take away the pain.”

Where once Maker’s caress had brought with it pleasure, it carried only harsh reminders of the blood drinker’s deeds. Marcel turned his face away. “You mean wash my mind of this? Take my memories so I forget what it is I am truly capable of?”

“Oui.”

“I would rather die.”

“Death does not finish everything.” A bittersweet smile slid over Maker’s face. “You are already dead, and see where it has left you?” He stood tall, his cape flapping as he pivoted on his heels, his back now to Marcel. “Enjoy your guilt. It will haunt you far longer than I.” With that, he was gone in the form of white mist, leaving Marcel sitting in the center of the scene of his crime.

The faintest of whispers rode the air. You did this to us. You are a monster.

Whatever the source of the voice, he could not argue its point.

He was indeed what it labeled him.

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Raven Author: Séance and Sin by Lexie Lashe

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Paranormal Necromancer Ghost Erotic

Short Story

Amanda Farland doesn’t fit in with, well, anyone. Her college professors pick on her and her classmates avoid her. She’s all alone until she discovers she has a very special gift. As a necromancer, she can control the dead. Not corpses, but spirits she can turn to corporeal form. Sure, her ancestors used the gift to feed their addiction to evil, but Amanda has a much more interesting vice. She uses her power for pleasure. Everything’s perfect until she encounters the one ghost she can’t control…

Warning: Graphic sexual content, adult language. This short story contains kink to the extreme and no romantic thread.

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Date With Destiny (Pleasure Cruise II) by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Academically-minded, uptight Anna only agreed to go on Date with Destiny, a campy game show, because she wanted to win an SUV. She never dreamed that accidentally selecting the wrong prize would land her on a cruise ship full of supernaturals. At least she’s bringing someone along for the ride—her best friend Winter, a kooky free spirit with a penchant for mischief.

Andre and Christian, were-panthers and twin brothers, are polar opposites as far as personalities go. One views life as a party, the other is entirely too serious. But once they meet their intended mates, this night-and-day duo can finally agree on one thing—Anna and Winter will be theirs and theirs alone before they get back to shore.

The Powers That Be have ensured none of them will get off the ship until the two couples are mated. But as the brothers quickly realize, these human females mean to challenge them every erotically-charged step of the way.

Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence

This book was previously published. It has been revised and revisited for this second edition.

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An Excerpt From: Date with Destiny

Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW AND MANDY M. ROTH

“Don’t you read the news, Winter? Do you know what kind of diseases are on cruise ships? They’re like floating viruses, breeding grounds for any sickness you could imagine. My goodness, if they don’t kill you with communicable diseases transmitted from person to person, the food will get you. I shudder to think how many forms of hepatitis could be contracted on this thing. Don’t even get me started on restaurants at each port. You never know…

Winter rolled her eyes behind Anna’s designer-suit-clad back and mimicked her talking. Her friend hadn’t shut up about the cruise since she’d won it on the game show. Looking at the giant ship at port, along the Texas coastline, she didn’t see Anna’s floating virus. She saw a portal to fun. The blue ocean and warm, salty air beckoned them out to sea. Though they would sail around the Caribbean, the ship schedule didn’t show them docking at any island ports—or so Anna said as Winter didn’t live her life by adhering to schedules. Instead they would be trapped, adrift in paradise with nothing but the waves and, if her tea-leaf reading held true, scores of single, hot men. Could anything be more romantic?

Hearing Anna’s loud, grumpy sigh, Winter said, “Everything happens for a reason. Why not have a little faith in the master plan? Maybe this cruise is your destiny.”

“No,” Anna said, matter-of-factly. “My date with destiny was a brand-new black SUV with brown leather interior and all the add-on features. Oh, and the complimentary Jet Ski to pull behind it. Not some floating deathtrap and a week of debauchery.”

“You’re planning on debau—on getting laid?” Winter arched a brow, hopeful her friend was finally ready to take a walk on the wild side of life. “By something that’s not mechanical or requires batteries? Maybe you’re right,” she reached for Anna’s forehead, “maybe you already contracted something.”

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Christian sighed, leaning forward as he peered into the suite’s oval bathroom mirror. Combing his long brown hair back from his face, he pulled it into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. Not a hair was out of place when he finished. He had personal grooming down to a science.

He wore nothing but a towel wrapped neatly around his firm waist. His bare feet absently tapped on the floor as Andre started on his next ’80s tune. His twin really wasn’t a bad singer, if he’d just stop butchering the lyrics.

Suddenly the shower turned off and Andre hopped out, glistening wet as he strummed an air guitar and flicked his tongue in and out. Christian’s brow rose as he tried not to watch Andre’s one-man show. Though the event was oddly like a car crash—as much as one didn’t want to look at it, the compulsion to do so trumped all restraints.

Andre didn’t even seem to notice he had an audience, that or he just didn’t care. Still humming softly, he grabbed a towel off the wall and haphazardly dried his hair then his body, not caring that he missed a few spots.

“Hey, let me get in here,” Andre said, dropping his damp towel on the floor and reaching toward the neatly organized sink. He knocked down a bottle of cologne while grabbing the mousse. Squirting some hair product on his hand, he continued humming as he dropped the can in the sink. As Andre moussed his hair, combing the messy length only with his fingers, Christian picked up the fallen bottles. “Oh yeah, thanks, I need that.”

“You have a bathroom in your own cabin.”

“Oh, I know. But I sort of forgot to bring my toiletry bag. I don’t have anything but my toothbrush next door. Well, that and my clothes of course.”

“I gave you a list of what to pack.”

“Yeah, and when I was out the other night, I ran into this foxy gal and needed something to give her my number with.” Andre smiled. “It worked great, thanks.”

Christian didn’t dignify the comment with a response. He sighed as Andre grabbed his cologne and put it on, not bothering to recap it when he was done. Picking up after Andre as his brother strode from the bathroom naked he mumbled, “Just like home.”

Andre ignored his grumbling brother and headed to his cabin in order to dress. Christian spent too much time being perfect. Andre was just the opposite. He liked music, movies, making an artistic mess and a well-written novel, especially the ones that had loads of steamy sex poured on each page. Who wanted to have an intellectual conversation when you could lie on your back and just let your mind drift aimlessly? Or watch the latest hottie ride you as her tits bounced in your face.

Ah, this is the life…or at least it was, for soon I’ll be a married man.

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Fridays After Dark: Marcel Manor Part 2

Welcome to Fridays After Dark—a joint project between Yasmine Galenorn and Mandy Roth.

Marcel Manor (Lunatic Moon Series) by Mandy M. Roth continues… (remember you can’t get this version anywhere but here. Also, this page is set up for those 18 years and older. If you are here and not at least 18, please leave.)

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“Tsk. Tsk,” Maker scolded with a wave of his hand. It was as if he had grown bored with the sight of so much death in his long existence. Maybe he had. “You know as well as I that I gave you life.”

“You gave me darkness and death. Nothing more.” Fangs exploded in his mouth, piercing his lower lip. Rage overtook him, and he wanted to kill like his body was capable of in its transformed state. “I am a killer. A monster! Look upon what you made me do.”

“No, old friend. This is not my doing.” Maker’s lips set in a grim line. “You did this to yourself. Did you think you could outrun the demon within you? That you could restrain its needs and desires?”

He had hoped. Each day since he had become one with a demon, Marcel had prayed to a God who did not listen—hoping to find salvation, forgiveness and an end to his torment.

Staring around, he knew better. God had turned his back on him, as he should. Marcel was now a demon. An abomination.

He’d stumbled upon the barricade with the intent of merely taking the edge off his hunger. He had done far worse than that. He’d fed the hunger so fully, so completely, that he’d lost himself in it somewhere during it all. The lines between himself and the demon had blurred to the point the man was no more.

Maker bent, retrieving Marcel’s discarded top hat. He held it up, gleam shining in his eyes as droplets of the deads’ life substance dripped from it. He arched a brow. “Wish to salvage it, or shall we consider it a loss? More is the pity. It is such a fine hat.”

The hat was the least of Marcel’s worries. Reaching out, he came into contact with the victim closest to him. A woman. Young. Pretty at one time. Her life now snuffed out because of his inability to control the demon he shared his body with.

“The city is not as it was, Marcel,” Maker acknowledged. “It is filth.” He kicked at a dead body, pushing it away from him. “It is a maze of alleys so profoundly dark even our eyes have to strain.” Tilting his head, he sent waves of long brown hair falling freely over one shoulder. “It is overcrowded. You know as well as I that death is imminent for them anyways.”

“Life is precious.”

“Life is short for them, but not for us. Embrace what you are, or something darker will embrace you.”

Slumping his shoulders, Marcel did his best to sound out the man. His words cut through him, slicing at his very being. The truth always did.

……

(Look for my next turn and I’ll continue where I left off…)

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Raven Author: Decadence and Sin by Lexie Lashe

Paranormal Shifter Vampire Erotic

Short Story

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The vampire Nicolas doesn’t bother learning the names of the women who service his sexual needs and cater to his every whim. They are nothing more than a means to an end for him. His deviant tastes run deeper than they can satisfy and when his old friend, the werewolf William, arrives with a female gift in tow—Nicolas finds his interests piqued. Jules is more than either immortal banked on and she isn’t about to take orders from any man, or vamp or wolf.

Warning: This short story contains kink to the extreme, multiple partners, brief mmf and no romantic thread.

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