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Famine-Blurb and excerpt
Having been sacrificed by his village shaman, Famine knows what itâs like to do anything to survive. He wanders the world, sowing drought and starvation in his wake. Yet he hates being the Black Horseman more than anything in the world, except the man who ended his life all those centuries ago. Famine never stops doing his job, and never allows himself to fall in love.
Ekundayo wants a better life for himself, so he steals a diamond from the mine where he works. Nothing goes well for him after that, and he finds himself dying in the desert on his way to the border. When heâs rescued by Famine, Ekundayo isnât sure if his luck has changed or not. The longer he stays in Famineâs company, the more Ekundayo discovers he just might be falling in love with Famine.
One bad choice of Ekundayoâs part, and a future together seems out of reach. Will Famine let his only possibility of love go or will he defy Death himself to keep Ekundayo?
Excerpt:
Famine shot a glance at Death. The hair and eyes were the same colour, but this Death was younger, and if possible, even more cynical than the one who originally showed Famine the ropes. This Death became a Horseman shortly after the French Revolution. Famine always wondered if heâd been instrumentally in starting the genocide, but he didnât have the nerve to ask Death about it. He figured Death wouldnât have answered him anyway.
Heâd learned about the Horsemen and how there were always four of them-Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death. Each one had a purpose in keeping the balance between good and evil. Each Horseman would come in, and if the mortals didnât heed the first warning, the death tolls grew until someone in power changed the situations if they could. There had been two Deaths and two Pestilences since Famine came to be a Horseman. Of course, the most recent Pestilence had gone back to being mortal, and War did so as well.
With two new Horsemen, Death seemed a little more rushed and not as interested in dealing with Famineâs issues. Not that Death cared all that much before. Out of all the Horsemen Famine had dealt with, this Death seemed the less guilt-stricken by what heâd done in his mortal life to get him the illustrious job as Death, the Pale Horseman.
âWill the others be coming here?â
Death shrugged one shoulder. âWar will probably be showing up. I believe the warlords are getting restless, and itâs time for them to go on another rampage. Iâm hoping this skirmish is the one to convince those in power to do something about the innocents here.â
The Pale Horseman didnât sound convinced that it would happen, and neither was Famine. Heâd been through too many centuries of wishing the mortals would pay attention to their warnings, but so far none of them had. Oh, wars would end, and diseases would be eradicated, but only for a little while before they started fighting amongst themselves again. As the balance between good and evil tips in favour of one or the other, the Horsemen rode out to even things again.
Famine glanced down at the dirt under his horseâs hooves. It was dusty and dry because no water had fallen in the area for more than six months. Before that, what rain did fall had been soaked up so quickly, nothing had a chance to grow. The ground was fallow like itâd been sown with salt. Famine had walked miles around the area, ensuring nothing would grow for decades to come.
âI have to go,â Death declared.
âAll right. Oh, wait. How are Pestilence and War doing with their mortal lovers? Have you seen either of them?â
He wasnât sure why he wanted to know. It wasnât like he and the other two were best friends or anything. More colleagues than anything else. Maybe he wanted to know they were happy because he hoped for a good outcome for himself. Famine didnât know if he did believe in his ability to fall in love. How could there possibly be someone out there who could fall in love with a man who sowed famine and drought wherever he walked?
Famine touched the medicine bag lying on his chest. When heâd first become Famine, heâd been given the bag full of salt, and told his power of drought and starvation manifested in it. He never took it off, fearing someone else would get a hold of it, and cause more problems. Yet Famine had been informed no one else could do what he did, which didnât make him feel any better about his job.
Death pursed his lips, looking thoughtful for the first time since Famine met him. âThey seem to be getting on rather well. Iâm surprised at how well they are adapting back into the mortal world.â
âDo you talk to them or anything?â
âNo. They remember their time as a Horseman, but weâre not allowed contact with them. They are to fully incorporate back into mortal life.â Death shook his head. âIâm not worried about them anymore. They will live and die like the mortals they fell in love with.â
Famine was glad to hear that. Living alone for centuries, and interacting with mortals very rarely made for a lonely existence. At least Pestilence and War were able to take time off once in a while. Next to Death, Famine was the busiest of the Horsemen. The African continent was in a state of constant turmoil, and he spent a majority of his time walking from one end to the other, spreading the drought and starvation to as many mortals as he could. He rarely travelled outside to the other countries in the world.
Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek. On Friday, you’ll get a peek at Death, which I’m hoping will be done by then or very very close to being done. đ Have a great Wednesday.
Borderline excerpt-
Macario devoured the man with his gaze, trying not to drool at the lust-inducing sight Tanner made. The agent wore faded jeans worn thin in spots and fit him like a glove. A long sleeved dark blue Henley graced Tannerâs upper half, showing off a well-muscled chest and a flat stomach.
âNo one,â Macario muttered, keeping up his façade.
Tanner walked up to him and cradled his face with his hands. Shock held Macario still. No one touched him without his permission. Yet he had no inclination to yell at Tanner or back away from him.
âI promise to keep your secret, Macario, because God knows, I have my own. It might make you feel better to tell someone about her.â Tanner glanced down at the glass in Marcarioâs hand. âInstead of drinking your problems into oblivion.â
If he was the kind of man who didnât take responsibility for his actions, heâd blame what he did next on the alcohol. Macario set his glass down and rested his hands on Tannerâs hips. He leaned forward and brought their lips together.
Tanner gasped and Macario took advantage of it to sweep his tongue inside Tannerâs mouth, tasting the flavors. Spicy like Tanner had Tex-Mex for dinner and a beer. There was a unique flavor that had to be all Tanner. They moaned and stepped closer until their bodies pressed tightly together, chest to chest, knee to knee, and groin to groin.
In the back of his alcohol-addled mind, Macario knew what they were doing wasnât smart, but he couldnât bring himself to care. He tugged on the hem of Tannerâs shirt, lifting it so he could run his hands over Tannerâs warm smooth skin. Tonight, he wanted to fuck and re-enforce the fact that he still lived. It was the emotion that often swept over him when catching a murder case. If it had been a different victim, he probably would have gone out to one of the bars and picked a guy up. Not the safest thing to do, but he didnât care. He just wanted a body under him and around him.
Tanner eased back, breaking the kiss. âWhereâs your bedroom?â
Macario grabbed the manâs hand and dragged him down the hallway. He didnât speak, not wanting to break the mood. No coming to their senses until after they fucked. They could regret it in the aftermath.
Youâre such a playboy. Marissaâs voice danced through his head and Macario skidded to a halt without warning. Tanner slammed into his back with a grunt.
âWhatâs wrong?â Tanner tightened his grip on Macarioâs hand.
âWe canât do this.â Macario turned to look at him. âIâm sorry.â
Tanner laughed softly. âIt might give me blue balls, but I think I can deal with it. Youâre trying to reaffirm that youâre alive. Happens to those of us around death all the time. Are you the type to go to the bars and pick up a one-night stand?â
Macario dipped his head in embarrassment. More often than not, heâd done it, but not lately. Maybe his age was catching up to him, or after re-connecting with Marissa, he found he wanted more than quick anonymous sex.
He closed his eyes against the tears. Marissa, so beautiful and alive the last time he saw her. Teasing him about his revolving bedroom door. No more laughter. No more late night phone calls to talk about her day. Macario bit his lip to keep from sobbing. The alcohol hadnât been a good idea. His control was slipping and he didnât want Tanner to see him weak and emotional.
âWhy didnât you do that tonight?â Tanner led him back down the hall to the living room, and pushed him down onto the couch.
He laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling. âBecause I couldnât face all those people and the fact that theyâre still fucking alive, and those five women are dead.â
Voice for the Silent coming this Sunday
Investigating and busting dog fighting rings is what Julio Herendez lives to do. Defending the innocent and vulnerable from monsters makes his day, but when he meets Paine, Julio finds himself wanting to save the young man from the cruel world heâd been forced to survive.
Paine Addison exists in a world where the weak and innocent are exploited for entertainment. The men who use him and fight the dogs donât care about the damage they inflict. He lives from day to day, doing what he can to heal the wounds suffered by others, but unable to help himself.
Julio and Paine meet, triggering a chain of events that rocks both their worlds to the foundations and brings justice for the silent victims.
Excerpt:
No way was he staying there any longer. Not when he had his uncleâs permission to leave. He headed to his beat-up truck and unlocked the door. Before he could climb in, he was grabbed from behind and dragged into the shadows by the side of the hotel. He kicked and fought, but screaming was useless because of the hand covering his mouth.
âBB, settle down. Itâs me, Juke.â
BB froze, sure he heard that wrong, but the slightly accented voice whispering in his ear was familiar. Heâd heard it several times before talking to the dealer earlier that night. He struggled to turn around, and Juke let him.
He stared up into the manâs dark eyes and swallowed. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI followed you after the fight.â
Oh, God! Embarrassment swamped BB and he ducked his head, letting his hair block Jukeâs view of his face. The dealer knew what was going on. There wasnât any way he didnât know Caesar sold BB to that guy.
What did it matter what Juke thought of BB? The dude sold drugs for a living and got his jollies watching dogs tear each other apart for sport. What kind of man would do that? No, Juke was just another monster like his uncle. Yet BB didnât remember ever seeing Juke stay all night at one of the fights, except tonight. He shook his head. Didnât mean anything. No one cared about BB or the dogs. He had to deal with all of it on his own.
âWhatâd ya want? Uncle called. I gotta get back to his place.â He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Juke.
Juke checked around the corner before he faced BB again. He scrubbed his hand over his dark hair. BB tried not to stare at the tattoo that danced on Jukeâs cheek just below his eye. He knew what that small black teardrop meant and it didnât fill BB with confidence.
âDonât go back to his place, BB. Itâs not going to be safe for you there.â
BB snorted. âWhat makes tonightââhe looked up at the lightening night skyâ âor I should say today any different? That place ainât been safe for me in years.â
Juke huffed out a low breath. âTrust me, kid. You donât want to be there when the shit hits the fan.â
âI ainât a kid.â He didnât know why he said that. It wasnât any of Jukeâs business how old he was.
âFine. I donât give a shit how old you are. Just donât go home right now. Some shitâs going down in the next couple of hours, and you donât want to get caught up in it.â Juke stuffed his hands in his front pockets like he was trying to keep from touching BB.
âWhy should I trust you? Where would I go? I got no place else. No other family than my uncle. You think if I did, Iâd be living with him, letting him do this shit to me?â
The way Juke eyed him made him nervous. It was like the guy peered into BBâs soul and saw all the dreams heâd buried deeper each year.
âActually, I think you stay because of the dogs, kid. You couldâve run away a long time ago.â Juke pulled something from his pocket and handed it to BB. âIf you need a place, call this number and tell the person who answers Julio told you to call. Theyâll give you a place to crash. No questions asked. Nothing owed.â
âJulio?â
Jukeâs laugh was harsh and low. âDo you seriously think my mama called me Juke?â
Okay. The man had a point.
âFine. Iâll call and go there, but whatâs gonna happen to Uncle Caesar? How do you know?â BB fidgeted as his nerves started zinging. âItâs got something to do with the dogs, donât it? Damn, man, I canât let anything happen to those dogs. Itâs not their fault my uncleâs a bastard.â
âTrue, kid. Donât worry about the dogs. Theyâll be safe soon enough.â A beep came from Jukeâs phone and he pulled it out to look at the screen. âIâve got to go, BB. Please, just call that number. Oh, and Queenieâs going to be okay.â
Relief rippled through him at that knowledge. âCan I see her?â
âOnce this all blows through, Iâll get a hold of you and take you to her. Howâs that?â
âDude, youâre not a drug dealer, are you?â
He didnât dodge as Juke reached out and stroked a finger down his nose. Chuckling, Juke shook his head. âNo, BB. Iâm not.â
BB nodded, not sure he could speak with as dry as his mouth had suddenly gone. In all his twenty-one years, no one had ever touched him so gently. Not even his mother. Not that his mother had been around much during his life. Sheâd given birth to him and dumped him on his aunt and uncle before running off with her very own drug dealer.
Before BBâs mind adjusted to what happened, Juke slipped off into the shadows, moving like the predator BB had always assumed he was. He fingered the business card Juke had handed him. He wanted to go back to the kennels, to be there when whatever went down happened, yet he doubted heâd be any help to the dogs.
All his life, he did what he had to do to keep the dogs safe, and none of it mattered. Uncle Caesar continued to fight them. The dogs continued to die, and BBâs heart continued to break. Maybe it was time to step back and try to straighten out his own fucked-up life before he did any more for the dogs.
Juke had said Queenie was all right, and BB trusted the man not to lie to him about that for some reason. Whoever Juke really was, he seemed to be honorable about that. Some spark of hope burned in BB and he found himself thinking maybe God had finally answered one of his prayers. Maybe the abuse would stop and the dogs would be free to be dogs, though BB knew the odds against the canines were huge.
Being raised in an environment like his wasnât conducive to hopes and dreams. A man survived as best he could and hoped he didnât meet a bloody end at the hands of another human. Heâd done what he had and lived to see twenty-one. At one time, he never believed heâd grow that old.
Not Seeing is Believing release date….
I just received the release date for Not Seeing is Believing, one of my two blind vampire stories. NSiB will be out on Sept. 27th from Liquid Silver Books. They usually release them around 7 pm…so don’t panic if it isn’t available right away on Monday…lol.
Of course, you could all be busy still reading Wolf’s Survival which comes out the day before on the 26th from Amber Allure…lmao. Oh..and yes, WS will be going into print. đ
Oh, stop by here to read an excerpt from Not Seeing is Believing. I’ve been meaning to post an excerpt sooner, but kept forgetting. So enjoy.
Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend, everyone.
Fighting Dragons excerpt (NSFW)
I told you I’d post an excerpt for you today, so I decided I’d pick a hot one. đ Definitely not safe for work. Check Fighting Dragons out here if you haven’t already….lol Oh for those of you who have read the book and asked, yes, I do eventually plan on giving Maksur his own story. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Sergeant Bailey Stevenson and Captain David Wellmine keep dancing around their attraction to each other. Bailey is more than willing to take their friendship in a more intimate direction, but David canât climb out from under his fatherâs thumb long enough to take the next step.
On St. Patrickâs Day, when Irish magic is strongest, a meddling elf gives Bailey and David a chance to step beyond their doubts and fears to embrace the love simmering below the surface between them.
But when the spell is over, will David break the chains of his fatherâs plans for him and give Bailey his heart, or will he break Bailey’s?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.
Excerpt:
He started to roll onto his back, but David stopped him, resuming the spooning position they had awakened in. Pushing a pillow under his head, he shivered as David squirted cool lube down his crack.
âSorry. I probably should have warned you.â David kissed his shoulder.
âItâs okay. Just been a while.â He hated admitting that.
âIâll be gentle.â
Bailey reached back and smacked David on the hip. âAsshole.â
David chuckled but didnât reply. Bailey arched his back, pressing back into Davidâs touch as the man rubbed the lube over Baileyâs hole and eased the tip of his finger inside, slowly stretching the muscles.
âOh.â He tensed slightly at the intrusion before relaxing and accepting David farther inside.
First one, then another, and Bailey lost track of time as he rocked back and forth, fucking himself on Davidâs fingers. Heâd missed this feeling. The sensation of someone elseâs hands on his body, not for medical reasons but purely to build desire and need. Davidâs fingers left him.
âNo.â He couldnât help the protest.
âItâs all right, baby. Do you think youâre ready enough?â
The flared head of Davidâs cock bumped his opening, and Bailey nodded. Air burst out of him as David pushed in, not stopping until he buried himself as deep as he could go in Baileyâs channel.
Bailey bit his lip and breathed. As much as he loved the feeling of being filled, he couldnât ignore the hint of pain from the act. David murmured in his ear. He couldnât make out the words over the rushing in his head, but the brush of Davidâs lips against his skin soothed and settled him. Soon his breathing evened out and his cock took a renewed interest in Davidâs hand wrapped around it.
He shoved back with his hips, letting David know he was ready. David squeezed Baileyâs cock and inched back to get enough room to move. Bailey whimpered at the slow withdrawal of Davidâs shaft. With just Davidâs crown inside him, Bailey held his breath, anticipating the slam of their bodies together. Surprise rocked through him as David slid back in a gentle motion.
âWe arenât in any rush,â David whispered, his rhythm strong but not hurried.
âOkay.â
Resting his cheek on the pillow, Bailey closed his eyes, absorbing the warmth and fullness surrounding him and inside him. He pulled his top leg up, closer to his chest, and David adjusted his reach, slipping his hand under Baileyâs thigh to encircle Baileyâs cock.
Time ground to a halt as they engaged in their own private dance. Their movements meshed, ensuring no clashes or awkward moments. Bailey kept his eyes closed, preferring to experience their lovemaking with his other senses.
The hair on Davidâs chest rasped over Baileyâs back, scratching sensitive skin marred by scars. Bailey didnât move away from that irritation. It meant he was alive in a very fundamental way, and it allowed him to remember heâd survived.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and as the pace started to build, Davidâs sweat dropped and mingled with his. Bailey licked his lips and moaned softly.
âSo tight.â David groaned and shoved deeper into Bailey.
âMmmâŚâ Baileyâs brain-to-tongue connection seemed broken, because he couldnât speak any coherent words.
They rocked harder and faster, David pumping Baileyâs cock in time with his own thrusts. Tingling spread over Baileyâs nerves, supplanting any other thought or care in his mind. He fisted his hands in the sheets and ducked his head, chest heaving with each grunt.
His balls drew tighter to his body, and his cock swelled even more in Davidâs hands.
âDavid.â
âItâs all right. Iâve got you, Bailey.â David sped up, rammed into Baileyâs ass and froze. âCome on my cock.â
Lights exploded under Baileyâs eyelids, and he grunted, spilling his cum over Davidâs hand and the sheets in front of him. âAh!â
David slammed into him once and a second time. Liquid heat flooded Baileyâs ass, making his muscles clench and massage Davidâs shaft, wanting everything the man had to give him.
He didnât know how much time had passed, but he found he didnât care. He liked being drawn tight to Davidâs chest and wrapped in an almost crushing embrace. David nuzzled the sweat-drenched curls at the nape of his neck. Bailey ran his hands over Davidâs where they rested on Baileyâs stomach.
Be the Air for You cover
This is the cover for my May 9th Amber Allure release, Be the Air for You. I like it. Very hot! đ
I thought I’d give you the blurb and a little unedited excerpt from the story.
Blurb:
Rod Hannah is on top of his game, performing all over the world to sold-out arenas. Yet loneliness is a battle he fights along with his long-time addiction to drugs and alcohol. He beat those demons three years ago because of his best friend, Hawk McLeod.
Hawk is the person Rod calls in the middle of the night, no matter where heâs been, and Hawkâs always there for him. Yet when Hawk needs help fighting a battle he canât win, Rod will be there.
Heâs been in love with Hawk for years, but the timing had never been right for turning their friendship into something deeper and more serious. Now when Hawk needs him the most, Rod will be there for the man he loves, showing him how perfect they are for each other.
Excerpt:
I set my phone down and lean back on the couch, staring at the picture of Hawk. He sent it to me to show me what good my money was doing, but those pictures were my lifeline in many ways. I saw possibilities and reasons, other than being self-centered and egotistical, why I did what I did. Playing music was my only talent, so I did it to the best of my ability and hoped others would get something from it.
Picking up my computer, I set it on my lap and truly look at Hawk. Lines craved at the corner of his mouth werenât laugh lines. Dark circles under his eyes spoke to me of more sleepless nights than I caused him. The sun glinted off Hawkâs black-blue hair and showed a few strands of silver. My friend looked tired and I had the sudden urge to cancel all my remaining concerts to fly to Arizona and kidnap Hawk. He never knew when to take the time to rest. The clinic, his people, and me were the most important things to him. Heâd work himself to death for any of the three and I knew it.
I opened the email Hawk sent me with the picture.
âMaria received her new glasses today. Hopefully her headaches will go away and her grades will improve. I wanted to give you a name and face to think about when you wonder if there is anything good in the world. Your friend always, Hawk.â
I didnât need another face or name to remind me that good existed. All I had to do was imagine Hawk for he was the epitome of goodness.
Hitting reply, I typed, âThank you yet again for reaffirming my belief in you. Get some sleep, my friend. Please, I donât want to hear about you getting sick.â
I hit send and shut my computer down. A knock sounded on my door and I grimaced. Time to be a star, and let Hawk do the important life-altering things.
I hope you all have a great Friday and a marvelous weekend. đ
Wishing for a Home.
Blurb:
Derek St. Martin is Nashvilleâs hottest country singer. For eight years, fame and fortune have come his way, but heâs not happy. In fact, heâs on the edge of a nervous breakdown or checking into a drug rehab center. Hiding his sexual preferences is driving him to resort to numbing the pain. When his step-brother suggests he should go on vacation, Derek jumps at the chance to relax and get his head on straight.
Max Furlo isnât happy. His bosses were leaving him in charge of some singer while he had other more important things to take care of. Seeing Derek St. Martin for the first time hits Max hard and, suddenly, heâs considering a summer fling.
Both men know that a relationship can never be for them. Derekâs career wouldnât handle the news and Max canât live a lie. Yet when a summer fling becomes love, who will be willing to risk it all for a chance at forever?
Excerpt:
Derek studied him for a moment, his eyes running over Maxâs body, stopping at the noticeable lump in Maxâs jeans. A wicked gleam came in the singerâs eyes and Max stepped back.
âDonât even think about it.â
He wasnât fast enough. Derek pushed up on his knees and pressed his face to Maxâs groin.
Groaning, Max buried his hands in Derekâs hair and arched his hips. Hot moist air penetrated his jeans and underwear, bathing his cock in sensations guaranteed to make him hard all day if he didnât get that mouth wrapped around him at some point.
Derek broke his hold with ease and stood. âSure. Iâll make pancakes.â
Gripping the manâs shoulder, Max jerked him to his chest. He covered that wicked mouth with his and kissed the singer until Derek melted against him, encircling his waist with his arms.
They broke apart when Maxâs lungs screamed for oxygen. Derek stared at him in shocked surprise, lust burning in those green eyes.
âYouâre a bit of a tease, arenât you?â Max adjusted himself, trying to find room in his suddenly too tight jeans.
Derek shrugged. âYou have to learn how to flirt. Drives the fans crazy. Iâd never tease you though. Iâll always put out for you.â
Soothe the Burn available now….
Woo-hoo! Soothe the Burn is available in ebook form at Amber Allure. I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you all will enjoy reading it. I promised the blurb and an excerpt. Here you go:
Blurb:
Captain Alvix has a secret. One heâs managed to keep hidden for years until a stranger comes to his rescue and shakes up Alvixâs perfect world. Suddenly, Alvix finds himself doing things he never imagined he would and revealing his deepest secret to a man made of metal.
Lieutenant Cooper is the leader of an elite group of military men. Their loyalty to the Galactic Military led them to volunteer for an experiment that changed their skin into titanium flesh. On a desperate rescue mission, Cooper enlists the help of Alvix and, with that one action, changes their lives forever.
Can a man made of metal and a man struggling to control the fire inside his soul find common ground? Or will their love burn to ashes before they ever have a chance to discover it?
Excerpt:
âHush, Alvix. Itâs okay. Itâs me, Cooper. Youâre safe now. Weâre off planet.â
Alvix squinted in the sudden flood of light. As the tears slowly disappeared and he could see again, he realized it really was Cooper kneeling next to the bed. He gasped and reached out, stopping inches away from the metal now covering all of Cooperâs face.
âYou can touch.â Cooper gave him permission.
Pressing his fingertips to the cool smooth surface, he met Cooperâs silver eyes. âWhat does it feel like?â
Cooper shrugged, though there was no real change in his expression. âA little odd, like Iâm wearing a mask. Itâs flexible and everything. The scientists wanted to ensure weâd still be able to move and fight, no matter how metal we become.â
After pushing up onto his knees, Alvix cradled Cooperâs face with both hands. He moaned softly. He managed to detect concern in Cooperâs gaze.
âYou donât have to touch me. Iâm sure youâd prefer not being touched by anyone at the moment.â
How could he explain that the cold chill of Cooperâs new skin soothed him in a deeper way than never being touched again would?
His lips burned as he remembered the ravishing kisses of the Tongassian king. Alvix whimpered and lurched forward, attacking Cooperâs mouth with his own. He only wanted to stop the fire that tried to escape from inside him.
Cooperâs breath danced over Alvixâs lips for a second before their lips met. Oh, God. Alvixâs brain went blank at the first silken drag of Cooperâs metal lips over his own heated human flesh. No words could express how much Alvix wanted to crawl over and smash his entire naked body against Cooperâs. Maybe it would douse the heat left under his skin from the fiery attention of his captor.
Icy strips ran down his sides and he realized they were Cooperâs hands only when the other man set him away. He whined in protest, wanting more of the satin smooth touch calming his jumpy nerves.
âNo, Alvix. You just want me because I rescued you and now youâre safe.â
He narrowed his eyes and glared at Cooper. âIâm not that mental.â
Cooper raised a non-existent eyebrow in skeptical inquiry, and Alvix crossed his arms with an undignified snort.
âAll right. Fine. I do have some issues after being some alien torch creatureâs boy toy. Forgive me if I seem a little clingy to a person who isnât going to flame my insides into a pile of ash while watching me squirm in agony for fun.â
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt, everyone. Have a great Sunday. đ
Tabloid Star is out!
Now for the other great news….though from what I understand some of you have already gotten your copies from Fictionwise, which seems odd to me, but hey what do I know? Lol
My newest release from Samhain, Tabloid Star, is live and ready to be picked up. đ I had a little chat at the Samhain Cafe last night about it. I enjoyed chatting with everyone who could stop by. Also some eye candy was posted. You’re probably not surprised by that…lol.
Here’s the blurb:
One hot night, one freeze frameâŚand one shocking surprise.
As a bartender at the Lucky Seven club, Josh Bauer could take a different guy home every nightâŚif he wanted to. Working three jobs, however, makes it hard to connect with anyone. One man, though, is too much temptation to resist. A steamy encounter in a back alley leads to an explosive night of sex in Joshâs bedâa bed he isnât surprised to find empty the next morning.
What does surprise him, though, is the front page of a tabloid. Apparently his one-night stand isnât as anonymous as he thought it was.
Ryan Kellarâs career is taking off. Advance buzz about his movie says itâs a blockbuster, and going home with the gorgeous bartender is the perfect way to celebrate. And he thought heâd gotten away cleanâuntil the picture in the paper shocks him into reality. Was Josh really just playingâŚor playing him for a fool?
Trust isnât big on their list right now, but as their worlds fall apart, itâs all they have. At least until they figure out who took the picture. And whyâŚ
Product Warnings
Hot manlove, gratuitous licking of tattoos and dealing with stalking paparazzi.
Ryan stuck out his tongue. âDonât get too puffed up there. I might have just been saying that to get the guy to leave.â
âYouâre the one making me puffy, honey. And donât wag that thing at me unless you mean to use it.â Josh caught the tip of Ryanâs tongue between his thumb and finger, giving it a little tug.
Without thinking or worrying about anyone watching, Ryan leaned forward slightly and wrapped his lips around Joshâs finger. Sucking, he drew it in and scraped Joshâs skin with his teeth. Salt, lime and lemon mingled on his tongue, making Josh a flavor heâd love to taste more of.
âMuch more of that, youâll be on the bar and Iâll be doing body shots off your absâŚamong other places,â Josh growled.
Ryan shivered, and hell if his cock didnât stiffen to press against his zipper hard enough to leave marks. He eased back and let Joshâs finger go with a grin.
Josh shook his head. âWho knew there was such a tease under that mysterious exterior?â
Before Ryan could answer, a tall blonde woman came from the hallway to sit next to him. He gave her a smile and Josh leaned over the bar to kiss her cheek.
âRachel, love, what can I get you?â
âYou know what I like, Josh.â Rachelâs voice held the clipped accents of upper crust Britain. âHowâs business going?â
Rachel must be Joshâs boss. Ryan touched the brim of his hat. Had she seen him flirting with Josh? He didnât want to get him in trouble.
âItâs been steady. Pretty good for a Thursday night.â Josh set a martini in front of her. âDirty, with three olives.â
Rachel sipped and sighed. âYou make the best martinis.â
âThatâs why you hired me.â Josh strolled away to mix two drinks and came back. âHow are you doing, boss lady?â
Her gaze wandered over the crowd. âIâm doing fine, Josh.â Her blue eyes landed on Ryan and she smiled. âWhy donât you take off early tonight? Iâll finish up your shift and help Pete clean up.â
Surprise crossed Joshâs face and Ryan figured Rachel didnât tend bar very often. Something seemed to be bothering her, but it wasnât his place to ask.
âAre you sure? I donât mind staying.â Josh rested his arms on the bar and shot Ryan a glance.
âI donât have anywhere else to go,â Ryan commented. And he really didnât. He didnât have anything to do until later tomorrow afternoon.
âGo on. Youâve been here late every night this week. I donât want my best bartender getting sick because he doesnât get enough sleep. I can handle the bar for a couple of hours.â
Josh came from behind the bar and gave Rachel a hug. âIâm not going to argue anymore. Thanks.â
Ryan fought to keep from laughing as Josh dragged him back to the office where they grabbed Joshâs backpack before heading out through the back exit.
âI live just a couple of blocks down. We can walk or we can catch a cab.â
âIâd like to walk, if thatâs okay with you.â
The urge to jerk his hand away from Josh almost overwhelmed him, but he beat it back. He tightened his fingers and tried not to think about how good it felt holding on to him. No one would expect to see him out walking the sidewalks like normal people.
âWalkingâs good with me.â Josh slung the pack over one broad shoulder and swung their hands as they made their way down the sidewalk.
Ryan let his mind empty as they wandered, ignoring the crowd of people around him. The nice thing about Hollywood was he never felt like he stood out. No one stared or pointed at him, whispering behind hands. No one looked twice at two men holding hands.
He did notice how Josh blocked people from bumping into him or bothering him in any way. Ryan wasnât a small guy, but somehow Josh made him feel taken care of and cherished. Shaking his head, he gave a silent chuckle. Now if that wasnât the silliest thing heâd thought in a long time.
God, they needed to get to Joshâs apartment so Josh could fuck all the sappiness out of him.
Nick of Time released-NSFW excerpt
In case anyone didn’t know, Nick of Time is available at Amber Allure. đ Stop by and check it out. It’ll be out in print by the middle of September, I hope. I’ll let you know when that happens.
Also, I wanted to let you all know that I’ll be posting the next installment of Understanding the Past on Wednesday this week since Tabloid Star comes out tomorrow. đ
Here’s a blurb:
Gryphonâs in trouble. Captured and tortured by humans, the ancient vampire is dying. The humans gave him enough blood to continue his torture, but not enough to heal or free himself. Heâs on the brink of death when a meal is tossed into his cell.
Nick knows all about the monsters lurking in the dark corners of the world. Unfortunately for him, itâs the human ones who try to kill him. Broken and bloody, heâs thrown into a cell with a vampire. Knowing heâs dying, Nick offers his blood to the vampire, willing to sacrifice himself to save the tormented man.
Gryphon accepts Nickâs offer and the first drink of blood will bind them together through a life-changing adventure. The worlds of human and supernatural collide, catching Nick and Gryphon in the middle…
And an excerpt for everyone’s enjoyment:Nick pulled back, took a deep breath and swallowed Gryphonâs prick down, relaxing his throat until heâd buried his nose in the curls at Gryphonâs groin. Gryphon stilled, and Nick felt the strain caused by his not waiting to take Nick without Nick being ready for it. Nick tapped Gryphonâs thigh to let him know it was okay to move.
With a groan, Gryphon started fucking Nickâs mouth, and Nick held on, one hand gripping Gryphonâs thigh. He slid the other hand down to play with Gryphonâs balls, rolling them in his palm and tugging on them to draw a hiss from Gryphon.
He winced slightly as Gryphonâs hands fisted in his hair and pulled. Being caught up in the sensations of Nickâs mouth, Gryphon didnât realize what he was doing and there was no way Nick was going to stop to tell him.
âSoon, honey,â Gryphon forced out between gritted teeth.
Nick nodded slightly, relaxing his muscles even more and massaging Gryphonâs shaft with his throat. His own cock rose up and painted his stomach with wet trails. It throbbed and he knew it wouldnât take more than a touch from Gryphon to push him over the edge.
Gryphon buried his cock in Nickâs mouth and froze before jerking and flooding Nickâs mouth with hot, salty bitterness. He took everything Gryphon gave him, sucking to get every drop he could. When Gryphonâs grasp on Nickâs hair loosened, Nick backed off, licking and cleaning Gryphon as he let his prick slip from his mouth.
Falling back on the bed, Nick thrust his hips in the air. âPlease.â
