Thank you for having me on your blog today!  I’m so excited to talk about my latest book A WOLFISH SCANDAL.

One of the things I’m a big fan of doing is blending genres.  I think it gives a story another edge, a little dollop of the mysterious.  That’s what I’ve done in this book.

The story is set in 1863 Civil War-era, and it’s also in Indiana, which is also when Indiana’s only skirmish during the war happened.  As the story opens, my heroine, Lyndal, gets devastating news that she’s dying, so with nothing to lose, she answers a very scandalous personal advertisement in the local paper.  My hero, Grey, is a werewolf who believes he’s got nothing to live for.  His idea to distract the local press blows up in his face when Lyndal hits the scene.

My take on werewolves is probably different than the popular views.  My werewolves don’t live in packs.  Something has usually happened to make them loners.  Sometimes they’ll have family members who also suffer from the affliction, or even friends, but there’s no hierarchy, no over-the-top alpha business.  It’s more a struggle between a man and his beast.  Grey is exactly that, but he’s sexy and annoyingly stubborn at times.  He’ll make your knees weak.

I hope you’ll snag your own copy of A WOLFISH SCANDAL.  You can find it here:

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Here’s the blurb:

He has nothing to live for.  She has nothing to lose.  Together, they have everything to gain.

Lyndal Carson’s life is at a premium.  Afflicted with a heart ailment wherein she can drop dead at any time, she makes a pact with herself to create one scandal and to really live before she dies.  Tired of being a handmaiden to her family, she writes the letter that will change her destiny.

Grey Rutledge, a werewolf who is hounded by a reporter and haunted by memories, endeavors to provide a diversion large enough that the paper will forget its interest.  He invites twelve women to his estate on the premise of choosing one of them for his mate.  After the loss of his family, the only thing he wants is heirs and a woman by his side.

As the days go on, both Lyndal and Grey find that elusive piece missing from their lives.  When their respective secrets are revealed, they both run the risk of losing everything.  Danger catches them unaware during an innocent afternoon but it’s what is decided as life hangs in the balance that will change their lives forever.

Excerpt:

“What the hell were you thinking?” The forceful shout rang through the orchard and displaced a robin. Said bird flew to the next tree with a squawk of outrage.

James Greyson Samuel Rutledge glanced over his shoulder. His cousin, Franklin Garrett, rushed through the apple trees with a newspaper crushed in one fist. Clasping his hands behind his back, he waited until his relative joined him before he quirked an eyebrow. “That depends on what exactly you refer to. I am a man of many interests.”

“You forget trying to be vague and mysterious has absolutely no charm with me. I know all your secrets and have kept more than a few.” Franklin raked a hand through his mop of reddish-blond hair then glared over the tops of his wire-framed spectacles. “I am referring to this nonsense of an advertisement you placed in the Indianapolis Journal.” He shook the paper for emphasis.

“Ah. I thought it turned out rather well for all the complaining the typesetter did.” A grin lifted the corners of his mouth as his cousin’s face reddened. “Calm yourself. It is printed and cannot be withdrawn. The world didn’t end as you probably thought it would. Of course, it’s too early to know if I will receive letters of outrage from the general populace, but even if that eventuality occurs, it will make no difference. The matter stands.”

“Why did you do it?” Franklin unwrinkled the paper. “‘Experience in sensual bedroom arts is preferred but not required. Ladies maids or attendants will not be needed and are definitely not desired.’ What the hell, Grey? Are you trying to tempt scandal and sully your name further, or have you simply lost your mind after all these years?”

“As if I had a chance of escaping scandal. It’s only a matter of time before it catches me here, and it will soon if that damn reporter has his way. At times, I think perhaps that would be best because then everyone can be free of the misery.”

“Spare me your defeatist outlook.”

“I apologize.” He unclasped his hands and walked through the orchard. A tiny bit of relief swept through him when Franklin kept step. He half-suspected this would have been the act that made Franklin abandon him. They’d been born relatives, but friends since the cradle, and though they’d had disagreements in the past, they’d never parted ways.

“The reporter, Mr. Carson, returned? I hadn’t been apprised of this fact.”

“He came snuffling around a week or so ago. Even went so far as to write a short piece in the paper speculating on what could be the source of the missing and killed livestock. He also theorized on what really haunts the night in this area.”

Franklin shook his head. “He’s getting too close. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Perhaps, that is why I invented this lark of a party. Not only will it divert the paper’s attention, but it will also open the property up for prying eyes.”

“God, Grey, that’s a loose plan at best. No mother in her right mind will consent to let her unmarried, unchaperoned daughters come here for a ridiculous house party that rings more of an orgy than a polite society affair.”

Since when have I ever been concerned about polite? My dependence on the whims of society dimmed years ago. “That depends on how worried folks are. This is wartime, you must remember. Mindsets are different. Stakes are raised. Idyllic comforts have been taken away, stripped down until only the raw need remains.” No one was better qualified to make that analysis than he, except what he wanted and needed weren’t necessarily the same. “Desperation will drive the match.”

“Which is exactly what you are if you continue with this plan. And to require the ‘candidates’ list out their physical attributes. Are you insane, because I know you’re not that shallow?”

“I figured if I’ll be condemned for this stunt regardless, I may as well see the best of what Indianapolis and the surrounding areas can offer in the way of the opposite sex.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Not that I wouldn’t consider an everyday female. I suppose it’s really personality and temperament I’m after, but you must admit, a troublesome attitude goes down better if it’s hidden by a pretty face.”

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Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

Legends is about two research assistants who learn what it’s like to live in the world of mystical, mythical creatures, whether they like it or not! From the museum they work, they are thrown in on their first assignment alone; only to find out they had no clue what it’s really like to have to fight in order to live. Screwing up the courage to defeat the things bumping in the night; no one could tell that these creatures held a potent power or even existed. But Jen and Morgan would finally know the truth.

During their fight with a 600-year old Viking spirit, Jen and Morgan discover – not all things people believe about myths are really myths or intriguing urban legends, guised in the form of hearsay and rumor. While leaving an aging place of employment after a huge blow out with the boss; who still had no real idea, the two women discover yet another object and in succession another mission falls squarely in their laps.

This new mission leads them on yet another step in their journey to find themselves and figure out how to defeat something that isn’t supposed to exist. Once again friendship will be tested and fought for as the world is shed of another Vampire. Jen and Morgan go home with a new friend in tow.

And safe in the knowledge that Pandora, a Vampire ally, has taught Morgan about her witches’ powers and more importantly how to use them. While being instructed in her craft, another object was found that has the ability to kill anyone who isn’t of the succession in the line of blood – who always cared for their own objects. Without the object staying in the family with which it belonged, great damage would be done.

Witches and Free Masons spring on Sioux Falls, South Dakota to battle it out for the powerful object in order to see who will gain control of it. Jen, Morgan, the Free Masons and Pandora set out to fight for the object. Later all Souls involved come together, aware that things are only heating up…

JUST WHO IS JENNIFER?

Jennifer Gunn, J. Gunn to the masses; comes from a rural community in Missouri. Her love of the Horror genre is known by her words in her novels and her love of all things scary. She has spent many nights trying to get scared watching that which she loves on screen and nothing of that nature surprises her. She loves what she does. Giving other people nightmares makes her day!

She is the single mom of two kids and she writes because she feels it in her very soul. Take it away and you kill her completely. She has recently dug up a very old book that started the journey as a writer for her many years ago, at the age of 14-15 years old. At that age she was more interested in Romance as her favorite genre for a while, but then she turned back to the genre that suits her. Horror has always been a huge part in her life especially with reading and movies. She also is proud of her published Poetry that is in the anthology she is featured in. She’s also been writing poems for as long as she’s been writing novels, journals, and other misc. ramblings, songs that made no sense to anyone but her, and just draw in the spots where her dreams took her at the time. She loves art, written word, and music…most things created from the soul. She used to draw and sing in the school choir in high school. Anything creative she was trying to do, in hopes of freeing her trapped soul. These days she doesn’t feel trapped but very open to the world and it’s offerings, learning new things almost daily.

It took a while to come to the forefront but Legends is finally there! Coming spring 2012, Legends will be in eBook and print, you consolation for having to wait. Also J. Gunn has been working on publishing other works as well, you may see some other things coming out by her as well in 2012, so keep your eyes open for that.

J. Gunn is now a Copy Editor with a small publishing house, Primary Assistant Editor at Naughty Nights Press and Assistant Agent at Lioness Promoting and Agenting Inc., she is also a reviewer for several people she knows. This year has been filled with a lot of interesting things and opportunities for the ‘little writer that could’ and she’s been having a lot of fun growing her connection with so many new people.

With her busy life that she loves, J. Gunn still is a charitable person as well, helping children is also always at the front of her mind. Anything she can do to help raise awareness or funds to help kids get what they need, she will do.

Something J. Gunn says regularly is that she loves spreading the sunshine and will continue until the end, whenever that is. And she loves her life as a Poet/Author/Promoter/Reviewer/Copy Editor and most of all MOMMY. This year has been filled with so many good things for J. Gunn that she is simply beaming, and that light she wants to share with all of those around her.

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Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

ELIZABETH BLACK

From now until February 23^rd 2012, you can purchase your very own copy for the low price of $4.99 at All Romance E-Books. Don’t miss out on your chance to be enthralled by this wonderful contemporary romance, full of everything you would expect when a woman is exploring her sexuality during the 1980’s.

Don’t Call Me Baby by Elizabeth Black

Synopsis:

DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’ is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.

It’s 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards!  Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She’s free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman’s judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart’s content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she’s found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

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Excerpt:

Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian’s trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I’d get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian’s was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian’s cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.

Brian’s cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn’t feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.

“Yes, stroke it, Baby. Go slowly.”

“Don’t call me ‘Baby’.” She hated it when he called her ‘baby’. It made her feel like she was his property. “Baby” was also what her father called her mother when he was trying to excuse his extramarital affairs. He’d say, “I’m sorry, Baby,” when all he was sorry for was getting caught, not the actual affairs themselves. Catherine wondered if she saw married men because of the way her father treated her mother. At least with a married man, he couldn’t force her to be exclusive. She didn’t have to make a commitment to a married man or get too emotionally invested. She was interested in the sex more than the relationship. Whenever Brian called her “Baby”, he reminded her of why she saw married men and that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred to be called “Honey” which sounded more affectionate. She’d even accept “Hon”, which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Brian was from New York. She hated “Baby” because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate’s obnoxious boyfriend called her “Baby” when he was lying to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine’s mouth.

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About Elizabeth Black

I live in Massachusetts next to the ocean with my husband, son, and four cats. My articles and erotic books and short stories have been published by Romance Divine, Circlet Press, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Xcite Books, Ravenous Romance, eXcessica Publishers, Scarlet Magazine, Sexis Magazine, Alternet, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Good Vibrations Magazine, and nuts4chic.

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Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

As Robert rounded the corner he was shocked. Enraged, he gripped the glass with enough force there was no doubt he could crush it. Taking a sip, the harsh burn reminded him he was very much alive. “Darling, I see you’ve met my brother.”

Anastasia smiled yet a tick remained in the corner of her mouth. “Yes. We were just getting to know each other.”

“I can see that.” You were just getting ready to fuck. Again.

“Delightful creature. I can see why you adore her,” Richard cooed.

“Time for dinner,” Anastasia whispered.

“Almost.” Smiling, Robert held up a gun.

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Greetings fans. My next book with Naughty Nights Press in the Something New on the Menu series is an interracial m/m about a President who falls for one of his subordinates. In the same vein as Rawiya’s Smooth Like Latte, book 3 in the series, where a wealthy man takes a liking to his favorite barista, this story is about something else sweet but not sappy.

In typical BL fashion, some angst, some humor, as well as hot love. Candyman looks at a young man struggling with his orientation and spoiled heir who is brought down to earth when he falls for his less fortunate potential partner. They both have a lot to lose. Elayne who risks his position at the company and Ty who has no family support and has to decide whether to stay celibate or become Elayne’s lover, driving an even bigger wedge between him and his dad.

Here is the blurb. Look for this to come out in June 2012

Elayne Roux is the new owner of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux just lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Elayne has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.

His is a spoiled brat, a young man that has lived off his father’s money, and never worked a day in his life and now Elayne’s responsibility is this huge company that he could care less about till he meets one of the more attractive employees, Ty Washington.

Ty is a born and raised Southsider who is working at the company to put him through college. He was recently thrown out but his father because he confessed that he might be gay. This hardens him a bit and he makes the choice to not pursue any gay relationships in hopes he’ll eventually grow out of it and begin to date women. However, when he and Elayne talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.

However, the pressure of Elayne being Ty’s boss as well as the pressure from Elayne’s uncle to take over the company might interfere with their quest to become closer? Will the two survive these distractions or succumb to the adversity and break apart? In BL’s own humorous way, she will tell the tale of a man and his subordinate as the overcome the struggles to build a long lasting commitment.

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Cassandre 

THE LOST AND FORGOTTEN – REBEL INK PRESS

BLURB

When Katerina Randolph joined Doctors With Dreams, an organization created to provide inexpensive medical attention to cities in need, she was lured immediately to Lafayette, Louisiana. Gaining acceptance with the people, she loved everything about living in a town laced with the old ways of black magic. She found her dreams filled each night with two luscious and very ghostlike men that sated her every sexual fantasy. And the experience was so real and so breathtaking, Katerina questioned her sanity. Rattled by it all, Katerina buried herself in her work until townspeople began turning up slaughtered by a wild animal.  Those left behind predicted that the creatures of the forest had finally come to take their rightful place amidst the ruins of their village.

The Were-tiger, the oldest and most powerful breed created by the Devil, was nearing the time of the Passing. Feeling betrayed, the devil’s son and Prince of their people cursed two men of his kind into the Fade, an eternity of hell. Their only hope? To find the one woman pre-destined to be their mate and make her Queen of their Pride. Gage Trevillian and Lucan Morgan were the lost & forgotten. More ghost than man or beast, their goal was to find Katerina and forever break the curse. Unfortunately, a pact made with the devil put the entire town at risk. Amidst a volley of secrets and lies involving both the humans and tigers, only a select few would survive.

EXCERPT – UNEDITED

Lucan Morgan bent slowly and as the breath of her luscious scent filled his nostrils awakening the ugly beast within, he grimaced. As his carnal teeth erupted brutally from the ragged hunger that dragged his soul into the very depths of hell, he shivered. The treacherous need forced a single crimson drop to trickle from the heat of his mouth and down onto the crisp white linen. “Aaarrrgggghhh…” The cry a strangled mixture of longing and need, he eased back and forced the savagery to recede. The violent shaking of the change remained and he closed his eyes wishing for something he would never be again.

“She is?”

“Aye.” Lucan nodded and hissed, the low timbre of his voice dangerously sullen. The visions of the stunning woman were correct.

She whimpered and bit her lip as her fingertips brushed down and across her nipple making it erect and rock hard instantly like a perfectly cut pink diamond, sparkling in the moonlight. Her deft little fingers slid down further past her taunt stomach under the sheet that guarded their view. She moaned as her hand moved up and down, pleasuring herself through the last vestiges of the sultry night. They could smell her luscious scent as her pussy became soaked from her self pleasuring movements.

And Lucan wanted to ravage her entire body in a feast meant for a King.

Or the King’s beast.

     “Mmmm…I grow hungry for her.” Gage flicked his sun kissed hair over his shoulder and turned an icy stare toward Lucan. “Why are we waiting?”

“You have no patience my love.”

Gage Trevillian growled and pressed the back of his shaking hand over his sharp canines. “It’s been far too long.”

Indeed they had waited and hungered and she was their prize.

The slice of moonlight illuminated her sleeping form and both hovered over her, watching. Wanting. She was barely covered by the thin sheet that highlighted her magnificent feminine form as she slept, her breathing relaxed. She was also completely unaware of the haunted presence or the extreme danger she was in. Empowered by the long hibernation and their keening scent, they could sense the burning desire that raced through her body, tormenting her every waking moment. Desperately hungry, both yearned for her tender flesh and her tortured soul. They had searched for her for a very long time, in their minds a lifetime. Finding her, taming her, claiming her as their mate had become the single quest allowed to them. She was well worth the exhausting days, the long horror filled nights. The luscious woman was their only hope. It was a shame they were both very, very dead.

In truth, they were the lost and forgotten.

Lucan gazed down, admiring her lovely features as she murmured, her body bucking slowly, willing the pleasure to continue. He had seen her luscious form and sparkling smile in his dreams for a full year before allowing himself the mere thought of taking her. Finding her had almost finished what Vexar had started. They had watched her for months and he knew she fought being aware of them. He had not been prepared for the battle that had ensued or the loss he felt deeply in his loins. His heart ceased to exist long ago. Somehow he knew better that it was going to be that easy. Glancing at Gage, he understood all the raging emotions that his lover felt. Anxious. Curious. Ravenous.

And Lucan knew exactly what his body craved. There would be no denying what was destined.

“Oh Lucan, she is amazing and so very sensuous. Perfect.”

“Such a shame we can only experience her in a dream state.” His voice filled with contempt, Lucan cursed as he closed his eyes, remembering the days he was a young man, able to love and experience all that life had to offer and he felt the rage building to the point he feared losing all control. God, there were so many lies. Katerina Randolph was the only woman that either were-tiger could be with. She had been destined to belong to the clan since her birth. There were so many reasons why and most he had only learned after reading the sacred scrolls of his people, of his clan. And then the sacred book had been taken from his people. There were times the fade forced the quiet memories of his previous life out of his mind, but he remembered the words he had been required to study when taking on his position. The telling was enough, the signs hinted but to find her was another thing altogether. Their quest had been rivaled and controlled. They were mere puppets to a realm that few understood in the day where their kind was forced into the shadows. She was also going to end their curse and assume her rightful place, only if she agreed.

“That will do you no good. If the passages your spoke of are true. You can’t deny what Katerina is and what she will be. Vexar is truly evil.”

“Vexar could be our King for all eternity. I hesitate to believe in his…generosity.”

“Generosity? Lucan, I understand your concern and the terror that has nearly stolen you away from me but you must push all those thoughts aside. You have given us no choice!”

“I have? What-“

“Yes, you have to try and remember why we must do this. Why we both want to do this. We have to believe. What else is there but death?”

Lucan snarled and clenched his fist. Want? Had the ancients been wrong? Were they simply torturing him as the others in his clan had? He had lost so much in the fight for his people. He certainly didn’t feel like a great protector for he had failed to keep them safe from Vexar. Letting his guard down had allowed the subterfuge. He was truly cursed but not by Vexar. Tasked with finding the book, the search had collided in their previous home but the others were still watching. “Perhaps I cannot deny what she appears to be but seeing her lying here, our supposed salvation does little good if we can’t touch her, if we can’t fully mate with her.”

“You know damn good and well what we must do. I don’t understand your hesitation. Stop this now! Your ferocious behavior will never help what karma has started. Nichoette will eventually sense that you don’t care.” His whisper ragged, he slanted his eyes and glared at Lucan.

“Don’t care?” Gage was right. There was no doubt her sensory perception would pick up their feelings at least eventually. He couldn’t afford to care for her as he did. She could never truly belong to him. “Perhaps.”

Gage arched his spine as the ripple of his muscles raked down the length of his back catching each flicker of his bones. The stance growing feral, he purred and drew closer to her, wanting. Stalking. His look ferocious yet playful as usual, he hovered over the bed, lowering his head to send a cascading shower of breath dancing across Katerina’s skin. “I’ll choose to believe.”

Lucan looked away. What if they were wrong? What if their ancestors had only told a story? What if all the years he was sworn to secrecy was simple blasphemy?

Katerina shivered in her sleep and kicked at the confining sheets, pressing them completely down past the softness of her thighs. A slight whimper escaped her lips as her hand fluttered across her breasts and down to brush across her quivering legs. Goosebumps danced like tiny glistening beads over the heat of her skin as perspiration flecked over her top lip.

Lucan breathed in the scent of her, sultry and filled with a musk of her desire. He watched with his need to feast on her sizzling through his entire body. Gage was the romantic, believing that not only their love would survive their damning state, but also that the woman would restore their very lives, perhaps their souls.

Too bad Lucan knew that there was much more to the curse than finding the woman. The damning knowledge was something he kept from Gage for reasons that chilled him daily.

Gage turned and smiled as the shimmer of his beast visualized, the moonlight casting a long shadow of his true self along the back wall.

Lucan hissed and turned away. Half man and half Were, they both lived in a state of flux, unable to live among the humans. Feared by all that knew of their kind, he and Gage were ostracized and alone. Even their kind had grown terrified of what was happening to members of their clan. The curse was more than anyone could ever imagine. While Vexar was to blame for the creation, the others were strong and had fought bravely. No one knew any longer who was truly to believe. Some said their creator was playing a game as it came close to the time of passing. Yet the clan and the others had been fractionalized and as the time of passing drew close, either both sides would perish or thrive. There was no in between. The weight of his responsibility was killing him.

Gage lowered his head and sliced another long breath across Katerina’s creamy skin. “So beautiful my love and so perfect.” He crawled onto the bed slowly and watched her whimper as she dreamed, as she felt his presence deep in her soul.

Lucan knew what he was thinking easily enough as the lure of her salvation burned deep within the creature that longed to be human again. Gage would be with her first and while he longed to taste her and take her as man and woman, he was forbidden. Lucan feared the blinding rage that had consumed him and he knew in his blackened soul he was lost to the need. He could also harm her easily enough.

“Stop thinking that way. This is what we must do and you know it as well as I do.” He turned his head and nodded, willing Lucan to join him. “Besides, she will feel only the rapture that we give her.”

“Katerina will only remember a fantasy.”

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Cassandre

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BLUE FIRE – DOMINATION – NAUGHTY NIGHTS PRESS

BLURB

Detective Jax Steele is baffled by a case involving several missing children of prominent and upper scale Richmond citizens. His homicide department tapped after a congressman’s son turns up mutilated he and his partner have few clues as to who could be committing such heinous crimes. When a tip leads them to an exclusive and secret BDSM club Jax is forced to ask for help from his ex lover, Aleksandr Vasiliev, the Russian artist who he can’t forget but refuses to indulge in their shared passion of a D/s relationship while unwilling to accept Aleks is a creature of the night. As the horrors mount, terrifying memories of his childhood haunt Jax including shadowed whispers of some ancient culture.

As another young adult is found with a second connection to the club and to a group of prominent politicians, Jax has no choice but to go undercover with Aleks posing as a couple. While the killer continues his reign of terror he leads them down a twisted path of dark secrets until both men are faced with an uncertain future. Unfortunately the monster enjoys their game of cat and mouse and both lives are slammed into the path of the killer bent on revenge and on securing the ancient Kingdom that Aleks denies. As Jax is finally forced to face not only his needs but the ugly reality that Aleks is a vampire, he has to make a the most difficult choice of his life, complete domination or allowing more innocent humans to die.

EXCERPT – Unedited

Aleks cocked his head and glided toward the young man, studying the boy’s young face. “Dillon is it?”
Swallowing hard Dillon nodded as he blinked furiously and with shaky hands put the piece back into the crate holding a myriad of block and white shots.

“How old are you, Dillon?”

“Twenty-three. Almost twenty four.” Laughing nervously Dillon flipped through several more shots before moving to the next bin, his hand shaking.

Aleks could hear the boy’s heart beating rapidly in his chest and could not only smell the ripe scent of fear but the rich blood coursing through his young body. He was very hungry tonight and Dillon would make a perfect snack. “And you’ve never modeled?”

“No. I would love to but tough to get into. I um…well, I had a friend take some shots but never did anything with them.”
The boy had the looks. Tall and blond with the all American look Aleks could quite possibly make him a star. As the first stirring of his cock pressed against the tight linen of his pants his incisors elongated from his gums. He’d been a fool not to feed but he feared discovery of his kind more than the anguish of needing blood for life. “Why don’t we simply get to know each other tonight and then if we’re both comfortable we’ll take some test shots later. Fair enough? Besides, it’s very late. You should be careful walking the streets alone at night. There are monsters lurking in the darkness.” Dragging his tongue across the sharp canines he forced down the beast and gazed at the boy’s mouth. Dillon’s swollen ruby lips were perfect to wrap around Aleks’ cock. Inhaling, he smiled as he licked his lips. This one was fresh and untainted from drugs. Perfect.

Dillon nodded as the corner of his mouth twitched. “I work late at the club and normally I have a ride but my roommate is out of commission for awhile. I don’t live far.”

Aleks chuckled. It wasn’t about trust as the boy had no idea he’d been induced into coming with a monster and while he could certainly overpower the much thinner young man Aleks preferred to have them willing. At least somewhat. Closing the distance he gazed into Dillon’s eyes and smiled. How delicious. The boy was more than curious. Tonight’s feast and fuck would be a bit easier. For that he was grateful. Bone tired he would need several feedings before he would have all of his strength and powers back. “You will have a drink.” It wasn’t a question but a commanding of wills.

“Of course. Anything.” The ice somehow broken Dillon smiled easily as he continued gazing at the telling art. His fingers traced down the length of a black and white depicting a specialized spanking bench. His legs trembling he snuck a glance at Aleks before swallowing hard.

Aleks watched his reaction and inched behind Dillon, allowing the tip of his finger to graze down the boy’s spine. “One of my finest pieces.”

“It’s um…very…”
“Haunting? Telling?”

“Yes.”

Chuckling, Aleks moved back and allowed the boy space. As he prepared them both a drink he called out to Jax again. He longed to see the stunning cop who’d risked his life to save others. He’d respected Jax’s need to process and to remain alone but apart their respective enemies could kill them both. Unfortunately their paths were going to have to cross again soon. While Durac had given him enough information about the future, he could smell this was completely a different set of players. The question was who else was after him?

He sighed as he thought about Dark Towers. The club was set to open in two nights and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to run a club but the vantage point alone could prove to be beneficial. If another dark force was in town they’d find him in a kink club easily enough. Perhaps he owed Felicity anyway.

His hunger becoming almost desperate Aleks slipped in the special powder. He might be a monster to some be he refused to do harm when it wasn’t necessary. There was no doubt be preferred compliance in his submissives and one so young couldn’t understand his rather dark needs. Lifting the glass he swirled Dillon’s drink until the trace amount was undetectable before taking a sip of his drink, savoring the burn of the single malt scotch as it slipped down his throat. As he carried the glass to the boy he contemplated exactly what to do with the delectable creature.

“I hope this is to your liking. It’s been awhile since I’ve had company,” Aleksandr breathed as he held out the glass.

The instant their fingers touched Dillon sucked in his breath and locked his eyes with Aleks. Nodding, he brought the crystal to his lips and gulped, downing more than half the glass before turning away. “Are you coming on to me?”

Aleks chuckled. “At least you’re direct.”

“I just…I can tell with a man, you know? Not that I’m anything special but I get some of it at the club.” Dillon took another gulp of his drink and hid behind the glass.

“Yes. I’m sure you do.”

“So, um…so…what do you want?”

“What do I want?” Aleks emitted a long growl, the frequency barely audible as he licked the rim of his glass.

“Yeah.” Lifting his head Dillon refused to blink, his eyes turning to ice.

“I enjoy a man who understands the game. What is want is exactly what only can give me and I think it’s something you crave, the darkness, the need burning deep within your body and your soul.” Aleks took a step forward, his eyes never leaving his prey. His cock twitched aching for release. “You’ve had the moment in your life where you knew you need something that only a man can give you. Isn’t that right?” Cocking his head he licked his lips, sensing the drug already taking effect.

“Yes.” Dillon took another gulp of his drink and lowered his gaze.

“As a boy your hungers were much difference than those of other boys, weren’t they?”
“Yyyeeeessss.” His voice barely audible Dillon brushed his hand through his hair.

Aleks closed the distance. The scent of the boy’s sex permeated the air electrifying his body. A single crackle could be heard above the din of the music. He was becoming the savage monster who dwelled within. “Are you ready to experience a level of rapture you’ve never experienced?”

Barely nodding Dillon swooned back and forth, his body shaking as he licked his lips.

Aleks would never be the soft lover, the romantic man. He was no longer allowed the luxury but he wouldn’t destroy a boy who offered not only sex but food. He took the final gulp of his drink and drew the glass out of Dillon’s shaking hand. Setting both down with a thud he circled the boy, inhaling the subtle fragrance of shower gel and hairspray and could see into the boy’s psyche and what he was thinking. “Is your cock hard?”

The question caught Dillon off guard. “I…yes.”

Tipping his head back Aleks snarled allowing his fangs to fully erupt as he took a single finger and brushed the tip down the side of Dillon’s face as he moved in front of the boy. Lifting Dillon’s chin, he pursed his lips before showing just the tips of his fangs. Instead of terror, this time the boy nodded as if he’d always known creatures of the night existed. “You now belong to be and you will obey. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”

The single word of acceptance was all Aleks needed. “Come to me.” There was something quite magical about seeing a man accept the dark needs that lived inside freeing him of all responsibilities of humanity for even the briefest of minutes. As the boy trembled he stepped forward.

“What do you want?” Dillon’s voice was barely audible.

“Remove your clothing.” While there wouldn’t be any playtime tonight Aleks would still be able to enjoy the sheer joy of experiencing a young body. As a shimmer of moonlight flowed in from the floor to ceiling windows he was able to admire Dillon’s lithe body and long legs with carved hips that framed an almost perfect set of thighs. And show cased a long, thick shaft. Sucking in his breath he admired the boy in all his glory as he wrapped his hand around Dillon’s neck, drawing him forward. “If you’ve ever wanted to know what the taste of immortality is you will.”

A single whimper escaped Dillon’s lips as he pressed his hands in front of his groin, covering his cock.

Aleks grunted as he brushed his lips across Dillon’s and the flavor of the boy was almost too difficult to resist. Closing his eyes he licked across the seam of Dillon’s mouth as he breathed a swath of hot air. He could hear the boy’s heart beating rapidly from the drug and desire and purred as he pressed his tongue inside. Their tongues entwining Aleks grazed his hand down the front of Dillon’s chest to his hips, sliding his fingers back and forth from one hipbone to the other.

“Ooohhhh…”

He held the boy tightly, his nails digging into Dillon’s tender flesh as he cupped Dillon’s balls, squeezing until the boy cried out. Nipping the boy’s lower lip the taste of his blood sizzled Aleks until he was left breathless. Every nerve on fire he hissed as he pulled back from the kiss and stroked Dillon’s cock. “Drop to your knees and suck me.” Savoring the drop of blood, he licked his lips and snarled, dragging his tongue across the tips of his fangs. There was something about the boy’s taste that was exquisite and quite powerful.

Swallowing hard Dillon gazed slowly down toward Aleks’ cock as he tongued his lip, his body shaking. “Yes, sir.” He eased onto his knees and kept his gaze on Aleks’ face as he fumbled with the Russian’s belt, fumbling to open Aleks’ fly. “I’ve never done this before.”

Aleks tilted his head down and smiled. “You’ll learn.” The second Dillon freed Aleks’ cock the vampire grabbed his head, intertwining his fingers in the boy’s hair as he jerked him forward, forcing the boy between his legs. He ached more than he had in so long and his there was no doubt he could barely hold the monster at bay from ravaging the boy.

Darting his tongue out Dillon licked the tip as he settled between Aleks’ legs, his fingers kneading the length of Aleks’ shaft.

Aleks closed his eyes and imagined Jax tasting him, sucking him and it was all he could do not to impale the boy’s mouth. “Yyyyeeesss…”

This one is coming in March and I hope you’ll consider picking up a copy of Red Fire. Don’t forget to comment for a chance at a lovely prize and I’ll be bringing you more excerpts. Take a peek at the other lovely participants too!

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

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Virgin Heroes

 A Guest Post by Anne Holly

The question of virgin heroes is one of those topics that never fail to inspire some sort of reaction. There are plenty of romance readers who are steadfastly anti-virgin heroes; some who refuse to read them; some who even get annoyed by them. I knew this when I began writing V-Day, my own virgin hero story, and could even sympathize with the reasoning.

Virgin males aren’t exactly the typical romance heroes, as if they have failed to live up to the manly category by failing to collect those bedpost notches. It’s also fairly difficult to make a virgin hero that rings true – he either has to be very young, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or he has to have been in some sort of cult, monastery or hospital, all of which are fairly problematic. (For this reason, virgin hero stories almost always work best in the context of historical rural/religious settings.) Finally, the awkwardness of virginity can dampen the suaveness we’ve all come to expect from male leads.

I understand all of these problems, and I appreciate them, and they were ones I had to address. Daniel, my virgin, is 19 in the story, and well aware that’s a bit long to hold on to one’s virginity in this day in age. But, living with his family, and not having a car, does tend to stunt one’s sexual freedom, even while a college student. Further, he has this problem – “niceguyitis”. All the girls he likes end up liking him too much to sleep with him, and he ends up being their “friend.” So, what’s a nice guy to do?

That’s the story that V-Day tells.

I admit virgin heroes were not my greatest reading wish, either, before I wrote V-Day. I prefer seasoned heroes, myself. Reformed rakes are okay, but men who’ve lived, and lost, and are headed for perdition or redemption – those are my cup of tea, I admit. But, a slender, awkward, slightly-geeky violin prodigy like Daniel? I never would have guessed I would learn so much from him.

I have found there are a few distinct positives to virgin heroes – the first of which has to be the sex drive that comes with a 19 year old man, sans the aches and pains that start settling into the bones about my age, who has saved up all that energy for that one special lady… Whew. Okay, I admit that has a lot of potential, especially in an erotic romance. Besides, who could resist the lure of “training” him just to their liking? Finally, in the age of man whores and the various germs going about today, so pure he can float is not an unappealing idea. There is something irresistibly sweet about someone who has no baggage, no little black book, no stream of locker room talk – just all that anticipation and eagerness to learn.

So, I admit. I may not be a convert, but I am no longer in the anti-virgin hero camp. Daniel taught me many things by, well, by learning many things.

V-Day, an erotic romantic comedy for Valentine’s Day:

It all started with a serenade…

A family like Daniel’s and the solitary pursuit of musical excellence is enough to make a young man crazy. No wonder all Daniel Vouks dreams of is getting away. He knows his violin will take him places in life, but the only place he really wants to be is next door. He’s been in love with his neighbor since he was fourteen, but can he ever make her see him as more than just a lovesick kid?

V-Day is the story of a Valentine’s Day weekend Daniel fears he may regret, but will never, ever forget.

18+ Excerpt:

Bronwyn rested her temple against her propped up hand and contemplated him a moment. “How old are you, anyway?” she asked, a glint of humor dancing around the green and gold in her eyes.

“Almost twenty,” he answered, looking away. “Well, twenty in about ten months.”

“Oh man,” she groaned. “You just turned nineteen?” He nodded and she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Do you know how old I am?”

Daniel knew he could guess freely but decided against it. “I don’t know that your age makes any difference to me,” he answered honestly.

“Twenty-seven,” she supplied anyway. “I’ll be twenty-eight in May.”

“Wow, so we’re literally May and December.” He smiled.

“Yeah, but the other way around.”

“You know, I don’t get the problem about age,” he shrugged. “As long as both people are adults, what’s the big deal?” He realized in a moment of panic he was assuming too much, referring to them as if they were considering a relationship. But the way she looked at him during brunch made him think he wasn’t just falling prey to wishful thinking here. “Besides, women live longer than men anyway, so doesn’t it make sense that the man be a little younger when the relationship starts? Why not do the reverse of how people usually do it?”

“Craziness,” she murmured and shook her head, standing from the table.

“Who? Me?” he asked innocently.

Refusing to answer further, she asked if he wanted coffee instead.

Out of habit he almost said no but changed his mind. “Yes, actually,” he said, gratefully accepting the steaming cup from her, adding silently that today seemed like a good day for change.

Daniel insisted on doing the dishes and cleared the table while Bronwyn disappeared into another part of the house. Scrubbing at the maple syrup, he almost didn’t notice her return until she was right behind him. The pressure of her front against his back was subtle and he wanted to dismiss it as accidental since she was placing a fork he’d missed into the sink, but the feel of her breasts against him made his chest tight and instantly brought a response from his body.

He felt her stretch away to the counter but she made no effort to put distance between her belly and his buttocks, making him slowly realize that the pressure hadn’t been so accidental.

“Drink?” she asked, her voice now a bit husky as she held a flute of orange juice around his chest for him.

Though it looked like plain orange juice, the fluted glass and the naughty tone in her voice almost made him mention he was technically not old enough to drink alcohol legally. But not wanting to kill the mood made him think better of it as he took the sip Bronwyn offered. It was frothy and had the slight flavor of wine and he wondered if it was the bubbles that were suddenly making him feel light headed or something far more primitive.

Sitting the glass down, Bronwyn reached beyond him and turned off the faucet, her breasts overtly against his back which was now taut with attention to her every breath and movement. Unsure whether to turn around or not, and unwilling to risk breaking the spell they were weaving or letting her know he was already hard as a rock, Daniel stood stalk still, his chest rising and falling deeply as he listened to the intoxicating rustle of her clothing against his.

“So,” she whispered against one of his shoulder blades, “what are your plans for today?”

Daniel managed only a weak croak that indicated nothing. Hell, at the moment, he could’ve been expected for a NASA launch that afternoon and he’d have sworn his calendar was free.

“Coast is clear all weekend,” he joked, hoping he sounded debonair.

Hot and cold shivers skittered down his nervous system in waves when puffs of her hot breath kissed the downy curls at the back of his neck and an uncomfortably un-masculine weakness melted his knees. A humiliating little squeak escaped him from somewhere below his heart, deep in his belly.

“Oh God,” he breathed as she rubbed his length through his thick cords, praying for fortitude.

Finally, he could take no more as he spun into her arms where he found her in nothing but a robe of alluring dark teal made from yards of a floating, dreamy cloth he couldn’t name. Sending up a silent prayer of gratitude, Daniel allowed his instincts to take over and grasped her by the hips, pulling her into a somewhat clumsy but passionate kiss.

“I knew you’d taste this good,” he murmured absently against her lips, following her as she backed up toward the table without breaking the link of their mouths even as she hopped up on the surface and began to undo his fly with eager hands.

“Are we…I mean, this is really going to…” Not yet fully believing his luck, Daniel’s brain fumbled as all of his usually articulate speech flew out of his brain. Unsure how to say what he knew he needed to ask, he ground out, “A rubber, I don’t have any.”

“Were you born this practical?” Bronwyn asked as she whipped off his plain, black belt. “I’ve been on the pill since I was your age.” She pulled him down to her so she could playfully nip at his ear lope before whispering. “Have you been a dirty boy?”

“Only by myself,” he promised, thanking his lucky stars. “I swear it.”

Bronwyn laughed a moment then suddenly pushed at his chest lightly. “Wait…You’re serious?”

Discomforted, Daniel couldn’t answer as he watched the realization about his virginity dawn on her face. He wanted to pour through the floor and never be seen again.

“Well…” she said, giving a mischievous little grin that seemed to drip with mysterious overtones of feminine power and satisfaction. “This is interesting,” she purred, licking the lobe where she’d just nipped. “We might need the whole weekend after all.” She nuzzled into his neck. “Seems I get to break you in,” she teased with a saucy laugh.

“Help yourself,” he offered magnanimously as they folded in on one another.

 For more information about my Valentine’s Day erotic romantic comedy, V-Day, please see my holiday stories website: http://annehollyholiday.webs.com/valentinesdaytales.htm

Anne Holly is a Canadian writer of romance and erotic-romance, as well as a mother and teacher. You may visit Anne at her blog or website, or find her on GoodReads, Facebook and Twitter  (@anneholly2010). Sign up for her newsletter here. Email: anneholly2010@gmail.com.

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Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

We all know how much I love hunky men and for men who also enjoy men they love them too. It’s Wicked Women Wednesday and we’ve been hearing WAY too much crap about same sex pieces being difficult to read. I don’t know what all the fuss is about because as I consistently remind everyone – sex and love is the same no matter what sex you are and who you love. But to each their own I suppose. I simply happen to love men who don’t mind saying what they want and who go for it. Throw in that they’ve had a difficult time in their past or are hiding something dark and even better.

For men who carry a grudge, perhaps against something they were wronged for or are trying to protect someone they love, it can be difficult not to come across as the bad guy. When they’re all brawn and a hulking mass in body as well then they can also come across as dangerous and perhaps unstable. Sometimes these men are gentle as lambs and sometimes their persona is justified. Think about when you read a character from a book you’ve enjoyed and he’s gritty and flawed and you really want to love him but he’s hiding something so dark you can’t peel through the layers.

Those are the kind of men I very much enjoy writing and reading about. I also enjoy taking stereotypes out for a whirl and mixing it up a bit. What happens with ex-cons who really feel they were railroaded into prison for a crime they didn’t commit and when you add in the fact they are a hulking mass with a bad ass persona and they have massive hands – well, they’re considered licensed weapons in front of a judge. How are they going to try and make it in the world after their release and who will allow them into their lives and their homes?

That’s the premise around His Wrath – releasing in a few short days. Wrath is big, gorgeous, a man of color and he happens to be an ex-con. He’s also a kind and loving man who isn’t sure how to prove his innocence. Is anyone going to care about him? Maybe… Let’s take a taste…

HIS WRATH – REBEL INK PRESS

“May I join you?”

“Your pool,” Wrath breathed.

Parker nodded and tossed his sunglasses down.

As Wrath watched him dive into the deep end, he slid his hand under the water, stroking his stiff muscle. Damn the man just did it for him. Refusing to give into temptation, he folded his arms back over the edge of the pool and lowered his head, closing his eyes as he heard the sound of splashing water behind him. Why in the hell did the rich composer have a thing for him? His nerves on edge, he heard nothing but the sound of lapping water and sucked in his breath.

“Tell me about your furniture.”

The sound of Parker’s voice drew Wrath out of his moment of peace. “What do you want to know?”

“What do you specialize in?” Climbing out of the water, Parker stood squeezing water from his shoulder length hair.

“I can make anything with wood.” Lifting his head, from where Parker stood, Wrath could just make out the delicate hairs on the man’s thighs.

“Anything?” Parker eased down next to Wrath, kicking his legs into the water. He looked out across the pool and sighed.

“Yeah. I specialize in hand crafted items.” Wrath turned so that his back hit the pool wall. Was this nothing more than a game of cat and mouse?

“Do you take commissions?”

“Depends on what you have in mind.”

“I enjoy crafted pieces,” Parker commented as he slipped into the pool.

“Like your art?” Wrath took a calculated gamble.

“Very much like my art.” Parker fumbled under the water.

Looking away, Wrath sensed movement under the water but refused to give into Parker’s baiting attempt. “What would you like built?”

“A special bench.” Parker tossed his swim trunks toward the lounge chair.

Sucking in his breath, a bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. Wrath coughed, trying to hide his building hunger. “Something for your office?”

“No.”

“Something to hold a piece of art?” Wrath refused to look at him.

Parker chuckled. “In a manner of speaking.” Dunking down into the water, he swam across the width of the pool.

His move forced Wrath to watch every action as his breath became shallow. Seeing Parker’s lithe form gliding through the water and the glimmer of his naked ass sent a shiver down his back and an intense quiver deep in his balls. Groaning, he looked away for fear of ripping into the flesh of the tasty man.

Parker dunked his head under the water before turning and using his powerful leg muscles to kick out from the pool wall. His body jutted forward quickly. Jerking up from the water like a bullet, he threw his head back.

As the glistening sun managed to snap a line down the length of Parker’s body, showcasing his hardened cock, Wrath was mesmerized and desperately famished to taste the man. Licking his lips, he fought his natural urges from worry this was a test.

Once again Parker pulled up from the water and sat on the edge of the pool, spreading his legs. He turned his head slowly to gaze into Wrath’s eyes. “You must know what I am and what I crave in a man?” Leaning over, his voice was filled with a raspy darkness.

As Parker’s hot breath skated across the shimmer of his face, Wrath lifted his head. Their lips barely inches away, he licked around the edge of his mouth and shifted closer to Parker. “Tell me. I want to know.”

As a moment of understanding passed between them, a slight curl appeared in the corner of Parker’s mouth. “I dominate men in such a way that they are left begging for mercy and for more. I crave taking a man to the extremes of pain and pleasure giving him every fantasy he’s yearned for his entire life and something he’s been afraid to admit even to himself. I hunger to have a man share with me my needs in my playroom and in and out of bed. I want there to be such a complete level of trust between us that there’s no bounds of the level of kink we can share as love grows to the point of forever.” Leaning further forward, every action deliberate, Parker brushed his lips across Wrath’s, moving back and forth before darting his tongue out and tracing a circle around the man’s lips.

The scent of tang and peppermint floated across Wrath’s nostrils fueling a level of hunger and need he hadn’t experienced in far too long. Swallowing hard, he lifted his head slightly and captured Parker’s mouth, darting his tongue just inside.

Parker took control, pressing his hand down from Wrath’s brow to the side of his face until he gripped under Wrath’s chin, holding him still as their tongues entwined, tasting the combined sweet essence. Just as the kiss became a passionate roar of need and raging desire, Parker broke the heated moment, pushing Wrath back. “Tell me. Is that something you crave?”

Wrath’s entire body shook not only from the anticipation of being with such a delicious man but also from such a heady experience. Opening and closing his mouth, he allowed his gaze to drift down Parker’s chest to his waist and down to his thick cock.

Using a single finger, Parker lifted Wrath’s chin. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes more than anything.”

Parker pressed the finger back and forth across the seam of Wrath’s mouth before bringing it to his own mouth and licking the tip. “Tell me what you want from a master?”

Hesitating, Wrath wasn’t entirely sure how to answer.

As if sensing his discomfort, Parker nodded. “You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t betray your confidence.”

Swallowing hard, Wrath steeled his nerves. When he began speaking he was surprised at his words. “I want to be trained and disciplined. I want to give him all the pleasure and joy he requires. I long to be taken and disciplined until my Master is happy with my behavior.” The statement was simple enough and there was no hesitation. This is exactly what Wrath wanted in a relationship and why he trusted a near stranger enough to tell him about his late night fantasies was beyond understanding. Blinking furiously, he remained still but his body betrayed him shaking almost uncontrollably.

“Mmmm… Very good.” Parker smiled, the look mischievous, as he opened his legs as wide as his body would allow and tilted his head back. “Come suck me.”

His eyes opening wide, Wrath nodded and moved between Parker’s legs as he kept his heated gaze locked onto the man he hope he would call Master. As he slid his hands up the length of Parker’s thighs, kneading the muscular flesh, his heart beat rapidly, pressing hard into his chest.

Parker entwined his fingers in Wrath’s long locks and leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “You can have all you want.” Giving him a heated look, Parker lay back on the concrete and sighed.

Wrath pressed a finger across the sensitive slit of Parker’s shaft, gliding it back and forth as the thick muscle throbbed. Moving closer, he lowered his head and darted his tongue out, dragging it across the tip before swirling around the blood engorged head.

“Yyyyeeesss…” Parker hissed and lifted his legs, resting his feet on the edge.

Raking his finger down the underside of Parker’s erection, Wrath sighed and licked down until he swirled the tip of his tongue around his swollen balls. As the musky scent of Parker’s sex floated up between them, Wrath sucked first one testicle and then the other as he alternated squeezing and stroking the base of his cock.

Parker moaned and lifted his body, arching his back.

Wrapping his hand around the base of Parker’s shaft, he pumped slowly as he grazed his teeth up the back until he reached the tip. As he eased back, he wet his finger and swirled it around Parker’s cockhead before sliding it down to the crack of his ass, moving up and down. He took the tip into his mouth and sucked as he went down an inch at a time, relishing in the sweet taste of the man. Instantly rewarded with several drops of pre-cum, a single tremor sliced down his back.

Slipping his arms around his legs, Parker lifted them, opening them wider and exposing every part of him for Wrath to take and taste.

Grunting and desperate with thirst, Wrath took him all the way down to the base as he pressed his finger down the crack of Parker’s ass, finding his puckered hole. As he slipped his finger just inside, he heard Parker’s slight whimper. Encouraged, he pressed the tip deeper as he used his strong jaw muscles to suckle around his shaft as it swelled in his mouth.

“So good…that…yes!” Tossing his head back and forth, Parker jerked up the instant Wrath pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck! That’s it…yes…drive harder.”

Next time you think about stereotypes – why don’t you peel back the layers?

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DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – REBEL INK PRESS

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – THE BOARDROOM

Tyler Wallace was famished and he wasn’t interested in food unless his boss was on the menu. Kirk Jameson was rugged, powerful and aloof and no one in the office knew much about him. Throwing all caution to the wind Tyler was determined to seduce the man during office hours. Developing a kinky idea with his best friend he set out to secure additional information in order to bring his plan to fruition. When he discovered the man’s brazen secrets Tyler knew he’d found the perfect afternoon delight. As he closed the door to the boardroom he waited with heated anticipation. Was a dirty little lunch in the making?

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – THE ELEVATOR

Sabrina Miller was a high-powered attorney for a prestigious law firm in Phoenix. She was also the ex-girlfriend of Tyrone Michaels – only the most well known fullback with the Miami Dolphins. After finding him in a compromising position she learned to loathe him. But he wanted her back and was willing to do anything to prove his innocence. On one hot day she sauntered into her office and smack into the stunning hot chocolate man. Sparks flew. Resisting his efforts she went about her job until it was time for lunch. Heading into the elevator she was determined to secure a cold martini in an effort to calm her raging libido and then Tyrone stepped inside. As electric current spiked into overdrive something else happened. The power went out…

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – EXPRESS DELIVERY

Randi Reynolds was in the mood for something hot and sweet for lunch and it was in the form of one scintillating man who she’d been pining away for. Months of ordering delivery from the restaurant Tomas Garcia worked only garnered her a casual hello. It was time to kick up the heat. On a sultry afternoon she enlisted the help of her best friend and together she and Tanya allowed Tomas to see just how close they truly were. Intrigued, when she ordered take out the next day he arrived a different man and ready for an adventure. The dirty little lunchtime ménage was the perfect addition to the menu.

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – BURGERS & BONDAGE

Birthday boy Montana Devereau should have been celebrating turning thirty. Instead he was buried behind a mountain of work planning on skipping lunch in order to get home early. Unfortunately there was no one waiting for his arrival. When Brad asked Montana to lunch with the guys he was intrigued. After all he’d had a crush on the golden haired God for years but the rough-hewn hunk had never given him the time of day. Saying yes, Montana settled in for a simple burger and a beer. Too bad the guys had kinkier thoughts in mind. When they took him to an unassuming brownstone smack in the middle of town Montana knew something was up. With a name like Burgers & Bondage the lunch suddenly became more of an adventure. In truth, submitting to a man was Montana’s darkest fantasy. Was this a dirty little lunch in the making?

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – CREDIT CARD DECLINED

Natasha Spencer hungered for her boss, RT Brace, but the hunk of a man didn’t know she existed. Then again few at his advertising firm knew anything about the mysterious and very wealthy man. During one luncheon adventure with a friend she was coerced into picking out a few naughty pieces at Victoria’s Secret meant for seduction. A brazen hussy she wasn’t so they enjoyed a late lunch and prepared to return to work. When Natasha pulled out her credit card to pay the bill she was shocked – it was not only declined but also reported stolen. To her horror the restaurant manager called the police. As she was led away in handcuffs and directly to a waiting limousine she realized she’d been duped. When the man of her dreams opened the door, offering a tasty way of paying off her debt, she knew she couldn’t refuse. Eyeing the chocolate-laced manager as a third Natasha knew a dirty little lunch was in the making.

DIRTY LITTLE LUNCHES – PAPER OR PLASTIC

Jared Carter loved modeling. Too bad the gigs didn’t pay the bills. Giving up a lucrative accounting job for his dream he was forced to work as a stocker in a grocery store to pay the bills but he’d do anything to make ends meet. He also had a burning crush for the photographer who’d taken a chance on him barely a year before and the man was offering him a very lucrative opportunity. Devon Shields was sexy, Italian and aloof and there was no doubt Jared would drop to his knees in a heartbeat. Too bad the guy was a jerk and the job meant posing nude. As a chance meeting inside the grocery store turned into a very kinky moment of unbridled desire Jared had to face the truth — he wanted more. But could one heated experience ease his fears for both the man and the photo shoot? Perhaps a dirty little lunch would answer the question.

So the question is – are you hungry yet?

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