Thursday, August 27, 2015

Tiger's Mate by April Zyon


 Streak politics, and differences in opinions forced Kurt Owens to choose his own path. While it may be outside of the law in many regards he sees it as ensuring justice for the true victims of crimes when the system fails them. It’s his way of seeing the guilty pay, and keeping his own inner beast in check with the violence, and blood it craves.

 Everyone thinks having a super power would be great. Alexa Harold would beg to differ. She’s been cursed to see ghosts, the dead not yet having gone to their final resting place, or judgment, or wherever they belong. They track her down, and harass her until she’s ready to go mad. Learning early in life what she needs to avoid has been the only saving grace in keeping her sanity intact.

 Then she sees a man who couldn’t possibly be real. It was just her luck that such a prime specimen would in fact be deceased. Only he isn’t, and he’s taking notice of her. With a little temptation, some mystery, and a taunt he leaves her wanting more.

 Kurt never thought he’d find his mate outside of the streak, or streak functions. While those of a supernatural inclination aren’t exactly rare, they have had to be careful and keep their population down. Alexa is the woman for him the only one he could ever want or need. And when her life is put in danger by his own past Kurt won’t stop until everyone understands to get to this tiger’s mate, they’ll have to get through him.

Wrapping his hand around the fresh longneck the bartender slid his way, Kurt lifted it to his lips to take a long drink. His contact was late. Never a good sign when the guy who did all his go-between work wasn’t on time. Especially when it was payday.

Kurt would give the man another half hour before hunting his ass down. Any longer than that and the ditzy blonde at the other end of the bar might garner up some courage to come talk to him. Her friends had been daring her to since they’d caught sight of him. So far she’d resisted their urging despite the number of hungry looks she’d sent his way.

While he had zero problems hooking up with some random, preferably nameless, chick in a bar, that one looked like serious trouble. He could have given anyone a multitude of reasons why. Namely he knew she was trouble by the two thousand dollar shoes, one and a half thou handbag, and he didn’t even want to tally up her outfit. Kurt wasn’t a connoisseur of fashion, not even close, but he’d been around enough to start to recognize the brand names. He had to be observant in what he did, as otherwise he’d end up dead.

He took another long pull from the bottle, camouflaging his perusal of  the group so that they wouldn’t  perceive it as interest. The blonde was downing shots.  Freaking fan-fucking-tastic. If she put enough down, she’d likely get up the courage to actually wobble over in her overpriced stilettos. Not what he wanted tonight. He was here to get paid for the job he’d completed, and then he was going to find a place where no one knew him to crash for many hours of peaceful slumber.

Tensing, he felt someone getting close he let out a breath. Only the waitress. He’d chosen the end of the bar with the wall to his back so he could see the entire place, and so no one could get too close without him knowing. While it sucked if he had to bail, it was tactically the wisest location in case trouble came calling.

And blonde bimbo was making her move. Son of a fucking bitch. She tottered across the bar, closing the distance between them as he waved the bartender over for another cold one. Relief crashed through him as his contact slid onto the empty seat at Kurt’s side.

“Sorry, man, fucking accident six blocks over fucked me right up. I’m late. I sincerely apologize. Didn’t know it was there until I was in the thick of the shit. It’s truly amazing how perfectly decent human beings turn into the Grim fucking Reaper when there’s a DOA at a crash. Couldn’t get a single one of them to move enough to let me through. Fuckers all looked at me like I was the douchebag.”

Lenny signaled the bartender when he’d finished his spiel. Kurt gave the man a few moments to take a drink before he acknowledged him. “No worries,” he said quietly. He didn’t bother mentioning he’d been mere minutes from heading out to hunt his scrawny ass down. No reason to upset the little guy unduly. Besides, Lenny knew what Kurt would do to him if the man didn’t show up for a meet.

“I tucked it into the usual spot,” Lenny said. Which meant Kurt’s payment was secured in Kurt’s truck in the lockbox in the back. “I may have another gig for you. I’ll need to do some background, and check a few of the less clear details, but I should know something in a couple of days.”

Kurt gave a slow nod. The blonde was back at the table of idiotic sorority types downing more shots. “Shoot me a text for a meet when you feel confident about it.”

While Lenny might give the impression of being the unreliable sort, Kurt did trust him. To a degree. The man brokered all the deals, kept Kurt out of it all, and ensured Kurt got paid for what he did. Doing what he did, it wasn’t like Kurt could set up a web page and advertise. That was just begging for a one way ticket to a ten by eight cell for life, if not the chair.

Tipping his beer up he did another visual sweep of the place. Movement from the end of the bar near the girls caught his attention. Son of a … bikers, why the hell is it always bikers? Most were good guys even if they did shit that had the law on their asses most of the time. Then there were the wannabes who acted tough, blew smoke, and basically started shit. The guys making lewd gestures to one another about the sorority sisters were very definitely in the second category.

Big, scary looking, and assholes. They’d also been drinking so it was a situation ripe, and ready to explode. Setting his beer down Kurt turned slightly. “You may want to finish that up, and clear out. There’s about to be trouble in here.”

Kurt was itching for a fight. His last job had gone smoothly, too smoothly for him. He was a hands-on sort that liked to get good and bloody. The biker assholes might finally give him a way to let off a bit of steam. And if he happened to break a few of their bones or faces, all the better in his mind. While Kurt’s conscience didn’t pipe up all that often, there was no way he’d risk the guy that was his go-to man.

“Uh, shit, right.” Lenny chugged the last of his beer quickly. He reached to his pocket.

“I got it, go.” Kurt pulled off a couple of bills to pay for his beers and Lenny’s. The man took a cut off every job Kurt completed, which was all of them because he was that fucking good, but Kurt still paid for his drinks at every meet.

“One of these days I will pay for a drink, you know.”

“You can try, but we both know who has the better and faster moves. Now go. You’re no use to me in a hospital.”

“The love and concern for my wellbeing I feel pouring off you warms my heart.”

Hearing the sarcasm Kurt turned his eyes on the other man, and growled. Not some pissy ass sound a human could make, but a sound only a born predator could pull from the bowels of his gut.

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Tiger's Mate is part of the Bad Alpha anthology published with Evernight Publishing. I am honored to be part of this anthology with these other amazing authors. Simply fabulous men and women.
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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Going Home to Love by Randy Wiggins ...

Going Home to Love
Randy Wiggins

Writing has been my dream since I was a teenager. By the time I was 24 I had written four novels, none published, thank goodness, they are terrible. As I got older I made more attempts at writing and broke into the non-fiction market writing articles, book reviews and doing interviews with authors in the horror field. I again ventured into non-fiction market with article on comic book collecting while still trying to write that all important first publishable novel.
Last November I had an idea about an English teacher who also writes novels who decided to move back to his hometown and teach at the high school he once attended. He also wanted to kindle a romance with the slightly younger Jared Mathews who he knew had carried a large crush on him then. Gavin set out with the goal of moving home, writing a real break out novel and capturing the love of a man he had been dreaming off the entire four years he spent away from home during college and kick starting his career.
Jared works at the local video store and lives with his mom. His parents had divorced when he was a teenager because his mom accepted him, mostly, but his father cut him out of his life. Jared returned home from a lack-luster term in college to help his mom with his father who died shortly after his return, when he hears about Gavin doing a signing at the local book store for his newest novel. A few dates later the guys are a couple but trouble is on the horizon as ghosts from the past begin shoeing themselves. Can they defeat old enemies to keep their new love?

Jared Mathews entered the book store with a nervous energy. He had come out to his friends and family at the age of eighteen, but at twenty-one he had yet to go on a date much less have a relationship with another man. Gavin Harris, his secret crush as a freshman was back in town to do a signing for his second novel. Gavin had been a senior, two years ahead and way out of his league. Gavin had also been the first out quarterback in the school’s history, and on top of that he stood up for all the kids who were called “fag” and “queer”, even the ones that weren’t gay at all. Everybody loved Gavin, and still did, especially Jared.
Jared made it through the long line after an hour’s slow crawl forward. He said hello, and Gavin smiled at him.
“I know you…Jaden, Jason, no Jared, Jared Mathews, right?” he questioned.
“Wow, great memory.”
“It’s easy when the person is worth remembering, and you were worth it.” Gavin stood up and rounded the table to give Jared a big hug. He whispered in Jared’s ear, “Meet me at Banyons after the signing.”
Jared felt all flushed and embarrassed but pleased that he had been remembered at all, much less remembered fondly. “It’s great to see you again. I read your first book and thought it was amazing,” Jared gushed. He felt as though his face must be the color of a fire truck.
Gavin inscribed the hardcover and handed it back with a warm smile, “nice seeing you again, Jared.” He winked and moved to the next fan in line.
Banyons Really, Jared thought as he made his way to the cash register. The hottest guy he had ever known had just asked to meet him at the most expensive steak house in town. Shit, how would he afford his meal? The cash for the book had to be borrowed from his mom until payday. He reached the register only to be told that there was no charge. Gavin Harris had sent a note to the cashier to let her know he was paying Jared’s copy himself.
Jared told the woman thanks and accepted a bag to carry his book in. He left the store to walk for a bit then remembered he needed to call his mom and let her know he wouldn’t be home for dinner. He hated that he had to live with his mother because his job didn’t pay shit. What money he did make was being saved so that he could go back to college. He’d dropped out when his father got sick with the cancer and hadn’t saved enough to pay the tuition for the full year yet.
He hit the number on the key pad of his phone and listened to the beeps before the ringing began. His mother picked up with a sunny hello. “I won’t be home for dinner tonight Mom.”
“Jared dear, how will you eat?” She sounded worried. His mother had always been very protective of him, though it really felt more like controlling to him.
“Gavin Harris invited me to dinner…at Banyons, can you believe it? I didn’t even think he would remember me.”
“The writer you went to see,” she said flatly, “Why would he do that dear?”
“I guess because I was the only guy from school to show up.”
“You mentioned him a few times as I recall now,” her voice giving away the nervousness she felt. She had dealt with his being gay but the practicality of it hadn’t come up before. Now she would have to really decide how shew felt and deal with the idea that her precious son would rather be with men than women. At times like this she would normally wish her husband was alive but he had made his opinion quite clear on the subject. That was the main thing that led to their divorce after twenty five years of marriage.
“He saved me from some pretty serious beat downs in high school,” Jared said, feeling like he had to defend his reasoning for wanting to have dinner with the man.
“Well, have a good time dear and be careful please. I love you Jared,” she said before hanging up. Regina thought just as she hung up the receiver that she had heard Jared say something else. Her mind was all over the place and her chest was tight, it felt like the night he had told her about his homosexuality for the first time. It had been one of the most painful moments of her life but Jared was her son and she would take him as he was, but she wouldn’t give up hope that he would change his mind someday.
“Love you too, Mom,” he said to a dead line. She had been the first to accept him as he was when he came out, but she still had moments of uncertainty. She constantly worried about the small minded people of their little Georgia town.
He replaced the cell phone in his pocket and started walking down toward the restaurant a few blocks away.

Once in the bedroom Gavin pulled Jared in for another blazing hot kiss. Mouths sealed tight to one another, tongues roping in and out of their mouths making them both hard to the point of explosion.
They separated long enough to remove their shirts then went back to kissing as hands roamed over hard muscle and smooth flesh. Jeans became unbuttoned, unzipped and discarded with barely a thought as the two men continued the oral battle of tongues. Though Jared was coming off the submissive of the two as he figured he would. There was nothing the man could ask of him short of murder at that moment.
“I want you Gavin, I want to taste you, hold you in my mouth,” Jared said barely able to catch his breath.
“Oh man, babe that sounds so great,” replied Gavin. He moved Jared on to the bed and they wrapped themselves around each other before Jared broke away and began licking Gavin’s neck and moving slowly down to his left nipple, circling the little brown pebble until it began to harden, and then moved to the right to repeat the process before licking down his mildly hairy abdomen to his happy trail. Jared continued down slower making the next part last as long as he could, he took the fat head of Gavin’s eight inch cock into his mouth and tongued the slit as he slowly began to slide more of the man into his mouth. Gavin’s hard member reached the back of Jared’s throat at which point Jared began to choke and Gavin pulled back a bit before making another attempt to lodge his entire self into Jared warm, wet embrace.
Gavin lay back with one hand wrapped in Jared’s blond hair and the other arm covering his eyes as he savored the amazing feeling of Jared’s oral loving. He had always thought that it would be like this if the two of them were to meet again. 
“Babe, you are fucking incredible,” Gavin cried out as he felt his load beginning to simmer, sending electrical shocks up his spine to his brain. “If you aren’t ready to swallow yet you better finish me off by hand, it won’t be much longer.”
Jared was nowhere near willing to give up without getting the prize he longed for. He locked his mouth around the invasive cock with the head solidly in his throat as he felt Gavin tense up, seconds later he found himself swallowing shot after shot of hot cum as it shot from the head of Gavin’s penis.
“Fuck me, that is so hot,” Gavin yelled. Blowing him like this it made Gavin wonder just how virginal Jared really was, he’d only been with a few men himself and none of them were near as talented as Jared was proving to be.
Jared drained Gavin to the last salty, spicy drop before licking the shrinking cock clean before letting it slip from his mouth. He licked his lips as he began to kiss his way back up Gavin’s body, making the return trip to the man’s mouth far slower than the trip down.
Gavin held Jared’s shoulders with his hands as the young man worked the right nipple nearly to the point of pain before moving to the left and doing the same.
After a few more licks they met mouth to mouth again and began to kiss with far greater passion.
The two men parted and Jared lay beside his lover on the large bed breathing heavy, it wasn’t until then that he realized he had already blown his own load while working his way back up Gavin’s body.
“That was the best blow job I have ever had. Are you sure you are a virgin,” he teased.
“Well, I may have practiced with a dildo a few times,” Jared said with a smile and a faint blush.
“You are so bad, and I love it,” Gavin said. “One day we’ll have to bring out that dildo so I can watch you use it on yourself,” he added. He pulled Jared into an embrace and held him back to his own front and rubbed Jared’s chest with his right  hand, his fingers found the man’s right nipple and worked it with his fingers as he felt a light doze coming on; within moments both men were fast asleep.

I was born in 1968 in Columbus, Georgia where I grew to open a new and used book store the day before my 21st birthday. I operated the business for seven years before selling due to declining health. My first published writing was for various non-fiction magazines in the horror and comic book collecting fields.
I now write as often as my ideas pop up and read a whole lot of the rest of the time. I am single.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

The Fire Goddess and Her Wolves by Maia Dylan...

Maia Dylan

Fiona Aideen is a Fire Elemental who knew how to take care of herself just fine.  It was the two wolf shifters who claimed she was their mate and the psychotic demon with a God complex hell bent on the destruction of earth she was going to have some difficulty with.

Cole and Travis Winters were twins with a mission.  Convince their mate that she is exactly what they want and need, and that they can be the same for her.  They both knew that getting Fiona to accept them both would be a challenge, but neither of them were willing to take no for an answer.  Not when the prize was so damn perfect for them and everything they had ever hoped for in a mate.

Can the three come together to solve her portion of the prophecy and bring them one step closer to victory, or will Fiona’s past and her fears stop them before they’ve even begun?

**erotic romance, M/F/M, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration

“Fiona.” Cole’s voice was cautious, much like it was when he talked to their horses when they were spooked. “You wanna tell us why you look like you’re expecting to have to fight your way outta here at some point during this conversation?”
Fiona flinched slightly, but her expression didn’t change. “I’m sure I have no idea what you mean, Cole.” Her voice was pure steel and ice. Something was really wrong here. “Just tell me what you’ve come here to tell me, then leave. I only have ten weeks to solve my portion of the prophecy and I need every single moment to gain control of my power.” Travis narrowed his eyes at her. He had a nasty feeling he knew what she was expecting.
“Fiona,” Travis said, fighting to keep his voice calm, “do you think we’re here to tell you we don’t want you?” He felt his brother flinch beside him, and it was obvious he hadn’t come to that conclusion. “That somehow there’s been a mistake and we have come to the realization that you aren’t our mate and that we are here to tell you that?”
Oh. Shit. That was exactly what she thought. He could tell from the look on her face. He stared at their mate. She had no idea how beautiful she was, how fucking desirable she was to them, and what she would come to mean to them both. He and Cole could only hope that she would come to care for them half as much.
“Fiona.” Cole’s voice vibrated with pain, not for himself but for their woman who had faced more people turning their backs on her than opening their arms. “Baby, that’s not what we have come to talk to you about. Hell, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”
Travis leaned forward drawing her gaze. “I know you don’t know me yet, lovely.” He took a breath to slow his racing heart. “And, God, I hope you want to get to know me, but please believe me when I tell you that you are my mate. You are our mate, and you are everything we ever hoped to have in a mate. Cole has talked about you incessantly since I got back and I have hung on and soaked up every damn word. I definitely like everything I’m hearing and seeing, and all it does is make me yearn to get to know you better.”  Finally, her face seemed to soften.
“If we had known”—Cole sat forward so that they were both leaning toward her with their elbows on their knees—“that you were thinking those thoughts, doubting that you are our mate, we would have been here a lot sooner. Jesus, Fi, it breaks my heart to think that you’ve been sitting here for the past two weeks believing that we made a mistake!” Travis watched as her face became vulnerable and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“The only mistake we made, Fiona, was leaving you here on your own for so long. We would have moved heaven and earth to have been here with you,” Travis said softly, then panicked as he watched a single tear slide down her cheek and her chin start to wobble. Fuck this! He leapt up, moved around the table, and plucked her off the arm chair, then moved back to sit on the couch with her in his lap, right next to his brother. Damn, she felt fantastic in his arms! With the three of them sitting so close that she was effectively lying across their laps, he felt their mating bond snap stronger into place.
All three of them trembled and he knew that they had each felt it. “See, lovely?” He squeezed her in his arms, loving how she snuggled into him and placed her hand on Cole’s where it rested on her thigh. “That makes it real clear that you are our mate. The mating bond is in place and will only grow stronger between us if you’ll let it. We aren’t asking you to let us claim you right this second. All we want is the chance to get to know you and explore this attraction we have for each other. Do you think we can do that?”
The moments between his soft question and her answer stretched, and just as Travis thought she was going to turn them down, her face bloomed with a smile so beautiful his heart ached. “I’m not sure that getting to know me will make it easier or harder to start or try to have a relationship with me. I can be kinda difficult sometimes, and I do have a little bit of a major kinda fly-off-the-handle type of temper.”
“No,” Cody deadpanned, “I’ve never seen that in you.”
“Shut up, Cody, you dick.” Fiona punched him in the arm with a laugh, and Travis grinned. “But as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” She glared mockingly at Cole, who grinned unrepentantly back at her. “I’m not sure what will come out of getting to know me better, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.” She smiled shyly at them and Travis resisted the urge to whoop and holler his joy. He just grinned and hoped she could see his joy at her words, then he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, enjoying her surprised squeal at the move.
“You won’t regret this, Fiona.” He leaned back to stare into her shocked eyes and smiled when she raised a slightly shaking hand to her lips. When she turned to Cole, he leaned in and kissed her just as softly.
“We’ll do everything in our power to make sure you never do,” Cole whispered as he sat back to give her a little room. Her smile was shy, but her eyes flashed with heat and Travis felt his heart swell. All he and Cole needed to do was convince her that they could be what she needed. He and Cole had never failed at anything they set their minds to as a team, and they had sure as hell had set their minds on Fiona. Hell, they had their hearts set on her, too.

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Then Cole gently pushed a finger into her pussy and started to drag it in and out of her, imitating the act of making love, and she shivered at the feeling. She felt him rub against something inside her that had her arching up off the bed, screaming. “Holy shit! What in the hell was that?” she shouted, not even caring that both men laughed.
“That, lovely…” Travis informed her, and when she looked back at him again he was stroking his cock and watching her. Apparently he liked to watch. “…Was your sweet spot, or G-spot. And now that he’s found it, I have a feeling that Cole is about to rock the very foundations of your world.” Then Cole turned her into a blubbering pool of exposed nerve endings by strumming that spot within her in time with the strong draws he made on her nipples, swapping from one to the other, making sure to give attention to both equally.
Fiona had never before guessed that the two were connected, but now knew that there was a direct current of pleasure that ran from her nipples to her clit, then onto her G-Spot, that had her trembling on the edge of the abyss so damn fast it had her head spinning. Then, without warning, the wave broke over her, drowning her in pleasure. She arched her back, and with her mouth opened in a silent scream, she writhed against Cole as she rode her orgasm to the very end, then lay there fighting to breathe.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she groaned, her voice raspy from all the screaming her men were making her do. Then she felt Chase move to lie over her. She lifted her knees and spread them to make a cradle for his hips and knew the moment had come. Her mates were about to make love to her and take her virginity, and even though it would be Cole that did the actual taking, as far as Fiona was concerned, she was giving it to both of them.
“Fiona, are you on birth control, honey?” Cole was tense, as if he were keeping a strict hold on his arousal and control. Fiona nodded. She had been on birth control most of her life to regulate her periods, but she didn’t need to go into the joys of that. She saw his eyes flood with pleasure.
“We’re clean, honey. We can’t contract anything that would hurt you or put you in any kind of danger, and one day we would love nothing more than to see you nurse our pups, but for right now, we loving having you to ourselves.” Fiona’s heart swelled at the thought of having their child, then all thought vanished as Cole pressed the head of his cock against the sensitive folds of her pussy.
Holding his gaze, she lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck and then rolled her hips up against him, which drove him past her opening.
“Christ!” Cole’s head flew back and he trembled on his arms for a moment, and Fiona enjoyed the feel of him inside her. “Fuck, baby, you feel fantastic! So fucking hot and wet.” Cole leaned his head down and pressed his forehead to hers as he started to gently rock his hips, slipped deeper and deeper inside her as he went, slowly filling her until he groaned and she felt his hips meet hers, and she knew he was fully inside her.
Fiona felt full and stretched, and although there was a definite pinching feeling, she hadn’t felt any real pain. “Are you okay, Fi?” Cole breathed, his breath mingling with hers. She nodded and bit her bottom lip, loving the feel of him inside her. When he pulled out and then pushed back home again slowly, she moaned as sparks of pleasure radiated from her pussy that had her shuddering.
She felt fantastic and feeling him slide in and out of her was amazing, but she felt like something was missing. She needed something more from Cole and she knew he was fighting the need to give it to her the way she seemed to want it. She loved him more for the fact that he held back, but she needed him to know she wanted more.
“Cole,” she groaned, lifting her hips to meet his next thrust, loving the fact that his eyes crossed slightly at the move. “Baby, I need you to move a little faster.” She kept her eyes on his so that he could read the sincerity in them. He frowned a little and then moved a little faster and harder into her, which had her immediately moaning her pleasure.
Taking that as a hint, he sped up and moved harder, and Fiona was suddenly spiraling toward another orgasm. “Damn Cole, you fuck me so good! I’m gonna come, baby, just for you this time. Just for you!” Fiona screamed the last word as she shattered again. Cole suddenly pushed up on his arms and slammed his hips into her twice as he roared her name, and she felt him flex within her before the hot feel of his cum splashing inside her had her moaning.
Hot. So damn hot.
Cole collapsed slightly onto her and she held him tight to her. She could feel his heart pounding against her and she shuddered at the feel of it. Then, everything within her melted when he shuddered in her arms. “Goddamn it, woman! You ruined my carefully-thought-out plan.”
She smiled at the laughter in his eyes. “My plan was better.” She winked at him, making him laugh out loud.

Five questions for the author
Q: What is it that you most love about writing?
A:  There are limitations in most everything you do in life.  Pesky things like the laws of physics tend to make some things impossible.  What I love most about writing is that the only thing that you are truly limited by is your own imagination.  The world’s I create are like the description my three year old daughter gives of her paintings when I ask why the sky is always purple.  “Because I like purple, mummy, and in my painting it can be what I like.” So my worlds are filled with what I like - mystery, magic and the impossible.

Q:  Where do you do most of your writing?
A: The true answer to that is wherever I can!  I write a lot on planes as my day job – boo – means that I fly a lot and stay in hotels.  I have also been known to write when I should be working because I am at a part in the book where I just need to see what happens!

Q.  Where do you find inspiration for your characters?
A.  Everywhere and in every one I meet.  I have a friend who is a lawyer, and every now and then she will slip into lawyer speak where I will require a legal definitions book to translate what she has just said to me.  I based some of Rowena’s character on her.

Q.  What are you working on at the moment?
A.  I have two books in the Grey River series on the go at the moment.  Basically because of two wolves who are extremely impatient!  Every time I open another WIP I find myself writing about these two so I have had to start their story just to get some peace!  Also, book four and five of the Shifters of Freedom Springs series are in the planning stage too.

Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?
A.  If you have read any of my books, thank you so very much!  It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it!  Did you?  Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.  If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Monday, August 17, 2015

Surprising The Alpha by Elodie Parkes ...

Thank you for inviting me to your lovely blog today to talk about my new release with Siren Publishing, ‘Surprising the Alpha’, an erotic, paranormal romance.

The town is dying after a new highway takes its previous through traffic and custom away from shops, cafes, the bars and tourist attractions. The Venn wolf-shifter pack and alpha, Joshua Venn, are suffering. They’ve lived happily in the town as humans and like it, but now they’re threatened with slinking back to a woodland den with their tails between their legs.
One day Dani Cruz and her brother Jason hit town. They’re entrepreneurs whose business is urban regeneration and they intend to save this town. Only one person resents their arrival, alpha wolf-shifter Joshua. Will his determination to be the only one who saves his pack drive the town to ruin? Or will something happen that changes his life forever?
Joshua Venn is looking for answers. It’s one hot summer and someone hides a secret.
This alpha is in for more than one surprise.

About the story:
Surprising the Alpha was originally written for an anthology, but then ultimately developed into a full-length story, and the first in ‘The Venn Pack in Love’ series.
Joshua Venn is particularly dear to me as a character. He’s sexy, an alpha, but vulnerable, and as he falls in love with Dani Cruz, the heroine, he has to accept he’s not the big bad alpha he hoped to be.
We get a glimpse of the whole Venn pack and meet the character who features in the second Venn Pack story, an erotic paranormal suspense, ‘Wolf Bond’.
I wanted this wolf-shifter pack to be different and have none of the sometimes hackneyed
wolf-lore found in this type of story. The series has a third story already in the pipeline and each story features one of the pack, in love, of course. 

Read an excerpt:
Her feminine perfume surrounded him. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears. Her golden-green eyes flashed as she spoke. Her long hair flicked around her shoulders and swept the tops of her pretty arms as she spoke. Her mouth enticed him. The way her bottom lip stuck out as she stared up at him bravely sent lust speeding through him. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he grabbed her face and sank his mouth on hers. The second he kissed her every muscle in his tightly strung body relaxed.
Soft lips parted under his. Her delicate hands slipped across his chest to hold him tight.
He floated in sensation. His cock hardened deliciously. With a low growl, he let her go and stepped away, shocked not only at his needs, but also at her passionate response.
With a soft sound, Dani followed to be close to him again. “What did you think of my offer to you?”
Joshua’s hackles rose. He pushed her away, saw her unbalance, and caught her. He crushed her to his body.
She molded to him and tilted her face to his.
Joshua gazed into her eyes and saw desire, pure sexual need. His mind emptied of everything but the softness of her ass cupped in his hand. He rammed his erection against her, a low growl escaping before he kissed her so hard she whimpered. Joshua tore her shirt off, sucking her neck hungrily.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Siren Publishing August 11, 2015 release on Siren September on other eBook sites.

Surprising the Alpha is on special price until August 18 only. Buy now from Siren and get the file that suits your e-Reader

About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes writes romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, “Cool stories: Hot love scenes.”
Elodie currently lives in rural Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie only ever wears boots (yes, even in summer). She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then, she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie. Elodie loves: music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, garter belts and stockings, and potatoes—in any order.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Until Forever by McKinlay Thomson

Until Forever (Merricks, Montana 5)
McKinlay Thomson


[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

All Cody Winters wants is a loving dominant to call his own. Cody knows Troy Boone is the man for him, but Troy has commitment issues and it is driving them apart. When he is offered his dream job, Cody decides to start over, but his car breaks down just outside of Merricks, Montana, leaving him desperately in need of a knight in shining armor.
Samantha McDonald has yet to find that one man that makes her body stand up and take notice. She comes across a broken down car on the side of the road, and is surprised and delighted with what she finds.
When Troy roars into town and throws a spanner in their budding relationship, Cody suggests that they try things the Merricks way. Sam will risk everything to keep her new submissive, even if it means dating another Dom.
Trouble has also followed Cody and their lives are in danger. Will Cody need rescuing once more?


The car sputtered again, and Cody held his breath. Please, please, please, he prayed, but it was no use. The engine gave one last shudder and died. Cody used the momentum to steer the car off the road before it rolled to a stop.
“Crap, shit, bugger, shit,” he swore, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. Cody unsnapped his seat belt and popped the hood before getting out of the car. The engine was steaming and hissing as he propped up the hood.
Cody stared at the engine, but he really had no idea what was wrong with the thing. He failed big time at all things manly. It wasn’t as though he was girly or anything. He had just never been someone interested in cars, sports, or the great outdoors. He put it down to the fact that all those things usually coincided with drinking, and he wasn’t much of a drinker. He preferred to stick to coffee.
Sighing, he moved away from the car and looked up and down the road. All he could see for miles was nothing, just endless trees, paddocks, and road. There was no other traffic and not a house in sight. He was well and truly up shit creek without a paddle.
A thought struck Cody, and he raced to his car. He had his cell in the car. He could call for help. Not that he knew who to call. He couldn’t call emergency services, and he wasn’t a member of one of those roadside assist companies. He wasn’t going to ring Troy. He would rather starve on the side of the road than call his sort-of-ex for help.
Grabbing his phone from his backpack, Cody swiped on the screen and looked at the display. He almost cried at the little no-signal sign displayed on his cell. He threw the phone back into the car and sat down in the passenger seat with a huff.
He would just have to wait, and hopefully someone would drive past soon. His great adventure was turning into a bit of a nightmare, and he needed rescuing. He needed a knight in shining armor to come and sweep him of his feet.
Cody let his mind wander as he waited. He liked the idea of being a damsel in distress. What was the male equivalent? Cody snorted. He wasn’t sure there was one. He would settle for hot, hunky dude in distress.
Now all he needed was his knight in shining armor. They would have to be strong and independent and good looking. It was his fantasy after all. Capable of having a relationship and not commitment phobic. He’d had enough of that with Troy to last a lifetime. Knowing how to fix cars would be a bonus too.
Cody could imagine it all. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his fantasy rescue. The man would drive up in his large black pickup, and they would stare into each other’s eyes. Cody would shyly cough and look away before his rescuer would ask, “Are you okay?”
Cody’s lip would quiver, and he would suck in a deep breath.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?”
No, no, he was imagining a more masculine voice, but he would roll with it. He didn’t mind being rescued by a woman. Yes, a sexy curvy Domme. Cody’s fantasy changed form as he shifted in his seat.
“Hello? Are you awake?” Golly, she was a persistent, naggy rescuer in his fantasy. “Are you going to answer me, or are you unconscious?”
Cody jumped as a hand touched his shoulder and gave him a small shake. His eyes snapped open, and he let out an unmanly squeal.
“You scared me,” he said, holding his hand to his chest. He looked up at the blonde woman standing before him and blinked. She was beautiful, and Cody’s mouth went dry.
She had the most amazing curly blonde hair, styled as though she’d fallen out of a ’40s film. Her light green eyes stared back at him, and Cody was entranced. She was curvy and full-figured, her body perfectly complemented in her jeans and red-checkered shirt. Her large breasts pushed against the material, and the way she was leaning forward toward him created a most spectacular view.
“Sorry,” she said. Cody’s eyes snapped back to hers. “I called out a couple of times, but you didn’t seem to hear me.”
“I was lost in thought,” Cody replied. “I didn’t even hear your car pull up.”
“I’m surprised,” she said chuckling. “That thing is a beast.”
Cody looked out his back window at the large black pickup parked behind his little car. His fantasy was coming to life in more ways than one.
“You drive that thing?” he asked. It was a huge vehicle for such a small woman, and she was small despite her extra curves. She was short and curvy and perfect.
“Not always,” she answered. “I had to borrow it from a friend so I could pick up some furniture I bought online. I usually drive a vintage Mustang.”
Cody could see her in a Mustang. The top pulled back and her hair under a scarf as she flew down the highway. He needed to get a grip. He was starting to wonder if he had conjured up the woman.
“I’m Cody by the way,” he said, introducing himself. He stuck out his hand to shake and waited.
“Sam,” she replied and placed her small hand in his. 


Sam shuffled over to Cody on her knees and looked up at her sub. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his hard body glistening in the light. She ran her hands along his flesh and felt the heat of his body under her palms. The hair on his legs was coarse and bristly, a contrast against his smooth skin.
He was everything she had ever wanted in a submissive and had handled his spanking better than she could ever imagine. Troy’s big palms had laid into his ass, and even Sam had cringed slightly at the force. Cody had simply moaned and stuck his ass out farther, silently begging for more.
Sam had found herself getting turned on as she had spanked Cody’s butt, but it was nothing compared to the fascination and desire she had felt watching Troy as he dominated Cody.
Sam took his hard length in her hand and wrapped her fingers around its wide circumference. Cody was well endowed, her small fingers unable to get all the way around.
She wondered what Troy would look like. He was a big man. Was he big all over? She would say yes if she had to guess. Cody’s loud moan bought her out of her wonderings and back to the task at hand.
“Does my subbie want something?” Sam asked. She leaned forward, licked the slit of his cock, and tasted his salty flavor for the first time. His masculine essence tingled on her tongue, a flavor unique to Cody. His cock jumped in her hand, so she repeated the action and then swirled her tongue around the spongy head.
Troy sat down on the couch next to Cody. Sam watched him with hooded eyes and took Cody farther into her mouth. She used her saliva to lubricate his length and then bobbed her head up and down and hollowed out her cheeks.
“Tug on his balls, baby,” Troy told her. “He likes to have them pulled on.”
Sam reached up and did as Troy told her. Sam rolled them in her palm and gave them a gentle yank. Cody’s hips came off the couch as he shouted, making Sam smile around his shaft. He really did like having his balls played with.
“Please,” Cody said. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
Sam loved the power she yielded over Cody, and it turned her on only more to hear him beg. She lifted her head and looked at the pained expression on Cody’s face. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, and his eyes were scrunched closed.
“You may come,” Sam said and took his cock into her mouth once more. She took him to the back of her throat and swallowed around his large head. Using her hand to pump his shaft, she worked in time with her mouth.
She didn’t have to wait long before Cody was shouting to the rafters and spilling his seed into her mouth. Sam swallowed and worked his cock in her mouth as he came over and over.
She licked him clean as he softened in her mouth before lifting her head and smiling up at him. His eyes were closed, and he wore a blissful expression on his face, and Sam felt a level of satisfaction that she hadn’t gotten with any other submissive.
“That was hot,” Troy said. “Cody seems to be out of it.”
Sam could see the bulge straining against Troy’s pants and wondered what was going to happen next. She stood, pulled the throw rug off the back of her armchair, and wrapped it around her sleeping sub. He deserved the rest, and it was her job to look after him. She went into the kitchen and grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge so it would be there when he woke.
Troy was still on the couch when she got back and put the water on the coffee table. Suddenly she felt awkward, not sure what was supposed to happen next. She stood facing Troy and bit her lip in indecision. She knew what she wanted to happen. She just wasn’t sure she should ask for it.
Troy’s cock was still straining against his pants, and Sam’s clit throbbed with need. She discreetly tried to rub her thighs together to lessen her arousal.
“Um,” she said. “I could take care of you too, if you like.”
Gosh, she was supposed to be a Domme. Why was she suddenly so meek and indecisive?
“I have a better idea,” Troy said. “Take off your panties and sit on the armchair. I want to taste you first.”
Sam sucked in a deep breath, and she rushed to comply. She wanted to feel Troy’s mouth on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment in time.
She kicked off her panties and sat on the chair, her skirt still covering her girly parts from Troy.
“Lift up your skirt and place your legs over the arms of the chair,” Troy told her. “I want to see my pussy, and it is my pussy.”

Author Bio:
I live in Melbourne, Australia with my husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can't stop barking. I had my first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. I have been addicted to reading since my ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on I read anything I could get my hands on. Now, I love to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When I’m not running after my kids, I usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Interview with the hero of Trouble Walked In by Michelle Roth ...

Hi there, everyone! 

I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Trouble Walked In [The Forsaken Few 1]. 

This story started as a submission for the Bad Alpha Anthology but quickly grew out of control with regards to word count. There was no way I was going to be able to tell the story I wanted to in a measly 10,000 words!

Once that was clear, I decided the book was more important than the anthology. It became MUCH easier from then on! Rather than just a wolf shifter story, I decided that I would make this about something larger. Lorelei, Florida was born.

Each forsaken by their own kind, a small community of shifters from all walks of life have come together to form an unbreakable bond that defies the laws of nature. Both the hunters and the hunted stand side by side to protect themselves from all who would threaten their way of life. This is Ronan and Moira's story...


The moment Moira Devereaux walks into his bar, Shapeshifter Ronan Kelly knows she's going to be trouble. No matter how tempting she is, he won't risk the safety of his makeshift pack. He has every intention of sending her on her way until he hears her compelling story.

When Moira's father, the mayor of Lorelei, tries to force her to wed a man she doesn't know, she runs to one place he won't follow. The local shifter bar. Nothing could have prepared her for the immediate attraction she feels for the owner, Ronan.

In a moment of weakness, Ronan offers her a job and a place to stay despite his misgivings. No one is more shocked than he is when he discovers that she's his mate. Will he be able to convince her that he's worth taking a risk on or will he be forced to let her go?

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Let's get to know Ronan Kelly, the hero from When Trouble Walked In...
  1. If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?

    I don't get a whole lot of free time, but when I do, I love to drive out to the national forest and go for a run. When you get deep enough into it, there's a section where humans don't travel. There's something about having my paws in the dirt that makes me feel connected to the universe. Nothing like it.
  2. What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they've known you for a while?

    Well now, I think that depends on the person. I'm a big guy, so I think I probably give off a heavy 'don't fuck with me' vibe. Once someone knows me for a while, I think they realize that for my friends, I'm as loyal as they come.
  3. What's your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that'll happen in your life?

    I'll let you know if I ever see one. (snorts) My father treated my mom like an indentured servant. Raised his hands to her on occasion. I can tell you for sure what DOESN'T make a good marriage. Having your alpha mate fucking terrified of you. I- I don't want to talk about this anymore. Can we move on to something less depressing?
  4. What are you most proud of about your life?

    I've been on my own since I was 18. Managed to not get myself killed in Iraq and Afghanistan during the war. Came home and worked my ass off until I had enough money to buy the bar.
    - And what about something more personal?

    I made something of myself. I'd say that's pretty personal.
    - Why is that so meaningful to you?

    When I left home at 18, my old man was just waiting for me to come crawling back to the ready-made life I had waiting for me. I think I shocked them all by making something of myself. Anything that can make that bastard choke on his words is meaningful to me.
  5. What are you most ashamed of in your life?

    Shit. You're really into me talking about my feelings, aren't you? I'd have to say that leaving my mother behind. She was the only one in my family that showed the least bit of kindness to me. I send cards at Christmas but I have yet to hear back. I doubt I ever will.
  6. If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?

    My mother. That woman could give a hug. I don't know if she'd be inclined to at this point but it'd be worth finding out, I suppose.
  7. Do you think you've turned out the way your parents expected?
    Not a chance.
  8. What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?

    Of course I believe in the Earth Mother. It's hard to be part wolf and not be able to feel her. When I'm shifted and touching the earth, I can feel her like a heartbeat. It's comforting. What do I think she thinks about me? I turned my back on the role that she chose for me. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me at all.
  9. Is there anything you've always wanted to do but haven't done? What would happen if you did it?
    That's a tough question. I'm my own man, so I basically do whatever I want to. I think I wanna skip this question.
  10. What's the worst thing that's happened in your life? What did you learn from it?
    War. It's nasty business. I saw some shit that really screwed me up for a long time. Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. Dead children. What did I learn? I fucking hate the war.
  11. Tell me about your best friend.

    I've got a couple. I'd say Ty and Sarge are probably my closest friends. Can we not call them best friends? It sounds like we're about to slumber party.
  12. What's the worst thing you've ever done to someone? Why?

    I've killed them. I'm not proud of it, but it was the war, ya know?
  13. What would you like it to say on your tombstone?

    No tombstone. Cremate me, please. Throw a party, don't do any of that somber shit where everyone's in black.
  14. Describe your ideal mate.

    I'm thinking that whole ideal mate thing is just a myth. I somehow don't think there's anyone out there for me. It's a punishment for abandoning my position as Alpha, I think.
  15. What are you most afraid of?
    This goes back to the last question. Never being forgiven. I don't give a shit about my father but, it's hard to be alone.
  16. What's the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?
    My makeshift pack, I guess. I'd fight for them. Die for them if need be. What's more important than that?
  17. What do you like best about yourself? Least?
    No matter what life throws at me, I move forward. The other side of that coin is that I keep things locked up tight. I wonder if that won't come back to bite me in the ass some day.
  18. How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?
    It's a good life, for the most part. A little bit lonely. I don't know that I have time for a relationship, really, but it'd be nice at this point in my life. Settle down, have a couple cubs.
  19. Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it?
    I don't think so.
  20. What trait do you most deplore in others?
    I can't stand bullies. People who are mean just to be mean. That sets me off more than anything else. I can forgive a lot but cruelty isn't one of those things.

About Michelle:
Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she's not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she's probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
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Twitter: @mroth_author