Thursday, April 26, 2018

Missing His Cage by Aeryn Jaden...

Missing His Cage (MM)

Aeryn Jaden
Return of the Originals Book 6

Siren-Bookstrand, Inc. Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 49,081
Alternative (M/M, Gay) Contemporary, Paranormal
(Siren Classic: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, M/M, Shape-shifters, vampires, werewolves, HEA)

Tormented and tortured by his adoptive family, Cage flees in the night with only his instincts to guide him. Destination? A human city, apparently. His confusion is cleared after a chance encounter with a man straight out of his dreams.
Mikkal Daggart was tired of being on the run. After being framed, he'd disappeared, waiting for the right moment to prove his innocence. The best place to hide? A human city. Only trouble seems to follow him everywhere and after saving a stranger man's life, Mikkal knows his hideout is not longer safe. Not that it matters much, he has bigger problems. They go by the name of cage.
Was this the second chance to regain something Mikkal had thought lost forever? Will Cage find out just what had always been different about himself? Will finding answers help the two broken men mend their hearts and build a happier future?

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Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much that some days she doesn’t know what reality is anymore. Her friends and family usually have to yell a bit and remind her. Must be why she’s twenty eight and still searching for a special person of her own.

The second best thing in the world for Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively sane and clears the voices in her head clamouring for her attention (meaning the characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to randomly hear voices! Yet.). 

She was born in Romania but cannot stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in Greece or Belgium. Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next... One thing remains constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. 

So you can find her on Facebook or better yet at her website,, blog  

 She’ll love to hear from you, so please stop by!

Story Excerpt: 
Carrying an unconscious, bleeding man home was not one of Mikkal’s wisest choices. Even with the late hour, he was still living in a city that seemingly never slept, and he gathered more than one wary look thrown his way, even with mostly keeping to back alleys and once or twice, jumping over some dead ends. His unforeseen cargo had not even stirred and if Mikkal couldn’t hear the human’s- —and that was odd, Mikkal could swear the guy was not human, but at the same time he couldn’t recognize the scent signature and if not for the faint heartbeat, he’d have thought the guy was dead. In the middle of their journey, he’d started snoring though so Mikkal figured the guy was just a bit banged up if he could sleep so deeply while upside down and being jostled all over town.

He wanted to take the window route and not attract attention from his neighbors by carting the unconscious man in, but that idea was rendered moot when John was waiting, patiently - pacing-  in front of the building, pharmacy bag in one hand, take out in the other.

“I was ready to put an APB on you, man. But then again I don’t  know how we could have explained this situation away.”

Mikkal nodded though he had no clue what the human was talking about. He needed to watch some TV these days and pick up some more human lingo. Living as a council member for the better part of his long supernatural life had not really prepared Mikkal for blending in the human society.

“What are you standing there for? Inside before my colleagues feel obligated to arrest both our asses.”

“I would, but you’re kinda in the way.”

John rolled his eyes and stepped aside, and Mikkal quickly made his way to his apartment. As if by design, he was barely in sight of his door that his burden started to groan and fidget.

“Shit. Inside, inside.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” 


John got the door, and they both rushed in as the fidgeting escalated to full-out trashing around.

“Hey, take it easy. I’ll put you down, all right?” Curiously enough, the guy had not uttered a sound, and at Mikkal’s voice he froze, body tense as a board as Mikkal carefully deposited him to his not-so-stable feet, arms still around the guy’s waist to catch him in case the wobbling degenerated to crashing to the floor. Not quite his usual behavior, he couldn’t help but notice. Mikkal didn’t do fluffy worrying. Except now he seemed to be doing it. John’s amused snort was not welcomed either. 

He forgot to be annoyed when his rescue finally raised his head and looked straight at him. The guy’s eyes seemed to sparkle with emerald fire on his pale skin framed by almost inky black hair. He stood unnaturally still, expression frozen but still somewhat distrustful and Mikkal couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think, was surprised to be still standing. Those eyes, that smell. Mikkal knew them as he knew himself.


He was just standing there. Why wasn’t he saying anything, why wasn’t he speaking or doing anything? It was as if… as if he didn’t know Mikkal and Mikkal felt his heart beat fast with hope while breaking at the same time.

“Wait- what? Your Nigal? The one you told me is dead?” 

“Yes. Oh my gods, oh. Nigal!”

His hand clutched and squeezed, his body almost panicked at the idea of being separated for even one more second from his mate and his cat was silent, so silent. He gathered the man closer to him, needing-

“Who are you?”

His body jerked as if hit and his mind reeled. He’d noticed that Nigal was unresponsive, but until the moment he heard that small, terrified murmur voicing incertitude and confusion, Mikkal had not realized that the body he was holding was not only frozen but stiff and slightly shaking. Nigal was afraid. 

Nigal didn’t know him.

How could it be him? His mate was dead.


His hands were cold but strong as they grabbed onto Mikkal’s wrist and held on. Mikkal felt the touch like a brand, and he was almost sure he saw the flicker of a flash where their skin collided. He felt a bit light-headed and the shock of the last couple of minutes made him plain dumb, so he was still staring into those sharp eyes and apparently not capable of speech. He hoped the muffled hearing wasn’t a sign of imminent blackout.

 “Who are you? I know you?” 

Mikkal took a deep breath and one by one, unclenched his fingers, forcing himself to step back and release Nigal. If it was him.

“Sorry. I’m… you. Ugh.”

Niga…the guy wasn’t trembling anymore at least. Apparently not being touched by a lunatic not capable of ordinary means of expression helped.

 Adult Excerpt: 
Mikkal had started spending more and more time in the depths of the jungle than in the village and Nigal thought soon, soon he’d be ready to choose Nigal and their future. He didn’t want to put his mate in that position, but it was what it was. The people there would die and turn to dust and Mikkal and Nigal would still wander the earth. It was the difference between Nigal and now Mikkal, and the seasonal humans. Though it wasn’t that simple, and humans had some advantages too but still. It didn’t concern Nigal, Mikkal, and their connection.

So for the moment, Nigal dreamed at of their future while watching his mate edge closer, his eyes blown with lust and red-faced. Oh yeah, Nigal wanted, so he leaned and took. First, he slowly touched his mate’s wet shoulder, glistening water warming on the flushed skin, their bodies reacting to the closeness between them and the rush of blood muting the sound of water all around. The moment they collided, everything seemed to stop, and Mikkal’s eyes widened in shock. It felt like they were made of melding energy, and the places they touched burned with it. Nigal was shorter than his mate, the perfect height to teasingly bite at a nipple, feeling his mate’s manhood twitch against his belly with something more than surprise.

Nigal was an equal opportunity lover, so he knew his way around a cock and he could hardly wait to show his mate all his expertise, everything until now just a training exercise for this very moment. For his other half. He pushed Mikkal backward until he felt him hit the ledge and abruptly sit on it. He laughed at the slightly disgruntled expression, knowing that his mate was well aware of Nigal’s trickster disposition by now and more than that, matched him.

The ledge was positioned just so Nigal could nestle closer, their cocks aligning as their arms went around each other, fingers mapping every inch of skin they could reach. The friction was building, each movement and adjustment slowly dragging sensitized skin on skin, their gasps loud and breathy in the stillness of the jungle. Nigal thought he’d never seen a more gorgeous sight than his mate in the throes of pleasure, head thrown back as Nigal was working both their cocks, squeezing and teasing until they both felt ready to go insane.

Water sloshed around them, hiding most of what was happening from Nigal’s hungry eyes. He resented not seeing everything, but at the same time, the ripples felt like a velvet cradle massaging them. He got closer still, too close to keep on moving his hand between them, but it was okay, they could just dance with their bodies, painting wet trails on one another. Mikkal made a low noise of frustration and Nigal smirked in response. His mate was a firecracker, not leery about making his desires known and that was a gift in itself. Nigal had long ago tired of being worshipped or feared. He pushed closer still, wedging his cock under his mate’s, the head bumping periodically at the base of the hanging sacs before tunneling further, dragging through hot skin until Mikkal adjusted his position to get him exactly where he wanted, and Nigal moaned, his cock twitching as he almost spilled right then. His cockhead rammed repeatedly into the wrinkled skin, wetness making it slicker but not diminishing the burning feeling, catching once in a while slightly, making both of them shiver with want.

Nigal wouldn’t do it like this. He wouldn’t mate Mikkal on an impulse without the other man being completely aware of everything it entitled. Still, the temptation was there. It would be so easy to work a couple of his fingers in that tight hole, stretch it and use it until Mikkal felt empty and needy and he craved the completion only Nigal could bring him. Not today though.

Their relatively controlled pace got frenzied and animalistic after another nudge, Nigal pushing harder than intended, his cock catching on that wrinkled skin again and again until Mikkal groaned and arched, cock trapped between their bellies where he couldn’t reach it. Not that it seemed to matter as just a second later Nigal felt a telltale heat spreading along their bellies, and Mikkal groaned his name like a prayer as he let himself drop behind, his legs open, his body debauched and all of him spread for Nigal’s pleasure. It didn’t take more than seeing his mate like that and Nigal was coming too, his control sketchy as his claws emerged and slightly pricked Mikkal’s hips where Nigal was holding him still. His mate didn’t seem to mind it if the resulting mewl was to judge by and Nigal let himself relax, his exhausted and drained body collapsing on its own on top of his mate’s.


Mikkal laughed against his skin, the joyful sound like light to Nigal’s soul.

“Marking your territory, kitty? I think all the animals of the jungle know it now, don’t worry.” 

Friday, April 06, 2018

Protecting his Alien Mate by Clare Dargin...

 Protecting His Alien Mate
Clare Dargin

erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy


Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?


“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”


“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I'm sure.”
“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

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Tuesday, April 03, 2018

Arresting Onyx by Amber Daulton...

Arresting Onyx 
(book 1)
Amber Daulton

About the Book:
Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcĂ©e behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.
When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: April 30th, 2018
Print ISBN: 978-1-5092-2007-6
Digital ISBN: 978-1-5092-2008-3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 80k
Heat Rating: Spicy/Hot

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They reached her store and he stared at her car parked by the curb. “Harper doesn’t know where you live or anything about you. That means you’re safe for now, but he’ll probably search this area to find us. Stay cautious, okay? Drive your car from now on. Don’t walk anywhere.”

“Why are you avoiding my questions? You can tell me anything.”

“Not this. If you trust me, don’t ask those kinds of questions.” He tightened his fingers around her forearm as she tried to jerk free from his grip. “Listen to me, damn it. You mean a lot to me, but I can’t tell you this. At least not right now. That’s nothing against you. It’s all on me. I just need time to take care of this problem. Okay? I’m fucking stressed, in a shitload of pain, and I don’t need you to hound my ass.” He dropped his hand from her arm and scowled as though he just noticed the dirt and blood on his knuckles. “I’d like to go upstairs to clean up before you take me home. I don’t want Alan to know what happened.”

Mia dug through her purse with shaky hands, so angry she didn’t trust herself to speak.

He took the keys from her before the little pieces of metal slipped between her fingers, and he hugged her despite the grime on his skin and clothes.

Tears clogged her throat. Her mind screamed at her to push away from him, but the strength in his arms enveloped her and stole her will. His heartbeat soothed hers, and she no longer cared about his lies or if filth caked him.

At least not at the moment.

“I never meant for this to happen, Mia. I will fix this.”

“I know, but at what cost?” She pried her face from his chest to stare up at him. “You’re nothing if not determined, but I’m scared and confused. You have answers to my questions, but I won’t hound you for them as you so eloquently stated. I just thought we got past this. I thought you knew I would never insult or condemn you for whatever it is you did.”

“And I thought you knew not to push me too fucking hard.” His deep voice sent shivers of unease down her spine. “I have to keep certain parts of my past to myself.”

“Whatever.” Mia finally pushed against his chest for freedom and stomped to the stairwell door.

 About the Author:

Writing is the fruit of happiness.

Amber Daulton lives her life by that one belief even though she normally isn’t so Zen.

As a fan of contemporary, paranormal, and historical romance novels alike, she can’t get enough of feisty heroines and alpha heroes. Her mind is a wonderland of adventure, laughter, and awesome ways of kicking a guy when he’s down. She probably wouldn’t be too sane without her computer and notebooks. After all, what’s a girl to do when people are jabbering away in her head and it’s hard to shut them up? Write! Nothing else works.

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