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Thursday, April 30, 2015

Gypsy's Wolf - 25 Authors, Infinite Possibilites!!



Quad McDaniel’s life changed forever the night he was attacked by a wolf. Now, he turns furry every full moon. Avoiding red meat and anything that makes him aggressive is his prime goal in life. But when his convertible breaks down in some Podunk town, becoming the beast within is no longer a choice. It’s instinctive.
Gypsy Govanivinch just wants to live a quiet life in Trinity Valley, running his roadhouse tavern. He doesn’t need an overly aggressive shifter coming into his town and messing with his peaceful little world, no matter how gorgeous the man looked.

Life never asked Quad or Gypsy what they wanted. It simply gave them what they needed, whether they agreed or not. Fate brought them together but it’s up to Quad and Gypsy to stay alive long enough to appreciate what they’ve been given. And when others work to prevent that, fighting together might be the only chance they have of surviving.  




Story Excerpt: Quad McDaniel threw his cell phone into the passenger seat and banged his head repeatedly against the steering wheel of his black Mercedes SL600 Roadster convertible. He couldn’t believe that his brand new car had broken down. He had just bought the damn thing two days ago.
So much for the perfect car!
And now his cell phone wouldn’t get any reception. Could his day get any worse?
He climbed from his car, slamming the door closed hard behind him in frustration. Looking around, he couldn’t see much in the dark, except for some glowing lights off in the distance. Resigned to his fate, Quad locked the car door and began walking toward the light.
When he reached the parking lot, he gazed up at the tavern sign…GG’s Roadhouse. Well, damn, he was in redneck hell. The multitude of pickup trucks and motorcycles in the gravel parking lot should have told him this.
He heard loud music spill into the parking lot when a man dressed in tight jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt walked outside. Quad knew his day wasn’t going to get any better when he watched the guy climb into his souped-up truck. He could only pray that there was a pay phone inside.
Like those exist anymore.
He walked into the two-story roadhouse, stopping briefly right inside the doorway to look around the interior. He was actually surprised at how nice the place seemed. The first floor of the large room seemed to be broken into different sections. To the right of him was a large wooden bar that ran almost the entire length of the east wall with several intimate tables near the far end.
Directly in front of him was a large wooden dance floor that went all the way to the far wall. The ceiling directly above the dance floor was two stories high with a wooden beamed ceiling and a large mirror that went from the first floor to the balcony on the second floor. To the front right corner of the dance floor was a DJ booth and karaoke setup. He could see several people dancing on the dance floor to the loud beat of the southern rock music playing.
Looking toward the second floor, he could see that it was in the shape of a square with the balcony overlooking the dance floor in the middle. There were also several tables and booths on the second floor, as well as pool tables. A few of those tables were being used by bikers and rednecks.
On each side of the dance floor on the back wall was a set of double doors leading out onto a wooden deck overlooking a clear blue lake. The second floor had double doors that he assumed led out to a balcony covering the deck.
Looking up the wide, wooden stairway to the left of the bar, he could see that directly above him must be the management offices, and below them, the restrooms. Just beyond the bathrooms, he could hear sounds coming from what he assumed was a working kitchen.
All in all, it was a pretty sweet setup. If this place were in his neighborhood, it would be an upper class restaurant. He could envision it with upscale clientele, waiters dressed in white shirts and ties, and a top class chef. It would make a lot of money. Too bad it was in the middle of nowhere, filled with rednecks and leather-clad bikers.
Quad strode toward the bar and took a seat at one of the vacant bar stools. He lifted his hand to signal the bartender and lost his train of thought. The sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on stood at the other end of the bar.
He couldn’t have been more than five foot six and maybe a whopping one hundred and forty-five pounds. The stranger wasn’t a skinny bean poll like most of the twinks Quad knew. In fact, as far as he could tell, the bartender had lean muscle in all the right places. The man also had a seductive, wild beauty about him that called deeply to the primal alpha male in Quad.
Wisps of tendrils escaped the silken mass of long, braided snow-white hair and caressed the sides of his perfect high cheekbones. There was both a delicacy and a strength in his face. Pale green eyes were ringed by black lashes. His lips were full and rounded over even, white teeth, and smooth skin glowed with golden undertones.
Shapely thighs and a firm ass tapered into long straight legs. The man’s tight, faded blue jeans rode low on his hips. A ribbed, black tank top barely covered him from his collarbone down to just above his bellybutton. A thick, studded, black belt drew Quad’s attention to the man’s tight, flat muscular abdomen.
Quad’s tongue almost fell out of his mouth when he spotted the little piercing in the twink’s bellybutton, which was encircled with a sunburst type tattoo. Oh, man, would he love to nibble on that.
A Celtic tattoo encircled one of the man’s smooth, left arms. That made two tattoos that Quad could see. He wondered how many more the gorgeous little man had. He would give almost anything to go on a treasure hunt and find each and every one.
“What’ll it be, honey?” Mr. Sexy asked with a silky, southern accent. His voice alone could mesmerize Quad. It was sexy and smooth, like aged whiskey. He could listen to him talk all day long. Quad wondered briefly if the man would sound the same during sex.
“Hey, honey, you just going to stare at me all day, or you gonna order something?”
Quad just stared. He didn’t even blink when the little twink waved a hand in front of his face. He was too busy envisioning what he wanted to do to the man on any available flat surface.

 “Honey, you okay?”


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Friday, April 17, 2015

Three Year Book Anniversary! Eight Seconds



Wow! Time flies by when you're having fun, huh? Three years ago my first book published with Siren. Awesome publisher and fabulous authors.







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Story Excerpt:

“Oh, sorry.” Danielle smiled. When she looked up, she gasped.

J.C. stood looming above her. He was nearly six feet tall and a bulk of strength and muscle in one gorgeous package. His scent enveloped her like invisible fingers pulling at her. She would know his scent anywhere. His crystal-blue eyes sparkled from underneath his straw cowboy hat. He winked then smiled but said nothing. He just allowed the heat radiating off him do the talking.

It had only been seconds since she smacked face-first into his chest, but it felt like an eternity with his gaze holding hers. “When did you get here?” she asked, at a loss for what else to say.

J.C. smiled and slowly stepped toward her even as she awkwardly backed away until she hit the wall with a thud. He came so close that their toes touched. His body heat was able to warm her.

Danielle stuttered, “Um, you’re invading my personal space.”

J.C. looked down into her eyes and grinned. “Huh. I do apologize, miss, but I can’t seem to help myself.” He placed both hands on either side of her head on the wall behind her.

Danielle’s heart thundered rapidly as her stomach felt the flurry of a thousand butterflies move through it. He shouldn’t have this kind of effect on her, damn him.

Just as she went to make her escape, J.C. put his lips close to her ear. His warm breath sent chills running down her spine and goose bumps rising across her arms. Her body was electrified and humming. She would like nothing better than to give in to her carnal desire for him. His lips were too close. It would be too easy to taste them.

“Hmm, I think we’re at a standoff.” His warm breath heated her neck. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want take you into my arms, throw you into my bed, and make love to you until you begged for mercy.” He skimmed his hand down her bare arm as he continued to speak softly against her ear.
“It seems to me you are hell-bent on hating me,” he said then paused and waited for her to exhale. “I can tell you that time spent hating me is fruitless, that your reasoning is unfounded.” He stopped then stepped back, considering Danielle had not drawn a breath.

Danielle quickly gasped for air. What he could do to her with words was…amazing, and it pissed her off considerably. She paused a moment to gather her scattered thoughts. The more out of control he made her, the angrier she became. Damn him, she was in self-preservation mode here.
“Unfounded? Really? Fruitless? Hardly.” Danielle spoke calmly, articulating her words clearly.

J.C. smiled in that wicked and beckoning way that nearly brought Danielle to panting. Yeah, he was irresistible in ways words could not begin to describe.

“Mmm, yes, unfounded,” J.C. purred in a sensual tone that vibrated in her ear and caused her panties to soak. She could feel the slick, hot moisture spread, feel her nipples get hard and peak. Not good, oh, god, not good.


Danielle did what any woman with a hair trigger and an intense desire to hate someone would do. She stomped his foot through his boot with the heel of her own.




Saturday, April 11, 2015

Adira's Mate - April Zyon






Adira's Mate
Space Wars 1
by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing


**Cover created by the amazing Jay Aheer

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Blurb:

Captured by his mortal enemy General Fintan Daykin is held for many long months in an Imarian Facility. On the day that he’s able to escape he’s faced with one of the biggest surprises of his life.
Adira Lora is the head of the Medical Ministries offices of Imaria and she learnt that there is something seriously wrong with one of the facilities. Something that she has to  go and figure out for herself since she trusts no one else.
Taken hostage by the tall, dark Craegin was not what Adira had in mind when she got to the facility, but it seemed as if Fate and the Spirits had something else altogether in mind for her.
She should be wary of the man who could tear her apart but she’s not. She’s drawn to him, she aches for him and she’s desperate to heal his injuries but he pushes her away at every turn.
He can’t let her too close, he’s far too attracted to the small Imarian that he dragged with him onto her crawler. He only wanted to get home, back to his people and away from the slow death that her people were giving him.
Once the pain of his injuries starts to ease and the reality of who little Adi is to him sets in Fin realizes that he will have to protect her from more than just his people. Fin realizes that he would also have to protect her from  hers as well.
When Adira finally submits to Fintan however he knows that he will never let her go. He owns her now, she is his in every sense of the word for now and all time and nothing would come between them.




Excerpt:

Adira went stiff as a board when the pistol was lifted to her temple. She took a deep breath and nodded. She understood what he was saying, understood and would comply. She had no idea who it was that had her, so she would play along until she could be free.

She listened to the man’s breathing and frowned. He was in pain; it was clear from how he was gasping for air but there was something more. He wasn’t breathing as an Imarian would, three sharp intakes of breath and one exhale.

Her stomach felt as if it were in knots. She felt ill because she suddenly knew that she wasn’t being held by someone that was on the island and had no idea who she was. She was being held by one of the Craegin that her people had kidnapped and had been torturing.

Stars. She was in deep trouble. “You really don’t want to do this,” she told the man. “I’m more trouble than I am worth. Ask anyone. I’m seriously not a good person to take hostage.”

“I don’t have what one would call a lot of choices here.” His voice was low, but she could hear the underlying growl that gave it a certain rough quality. “One way or another you are my ticket out of this hellish place. So you can either help me willingly, or I start to break bones. Nothing important, but I know the ones that will cause you immeasurable pain while still allowing you to function enough to get me free. The choice is up to you. What will it be?”

There was no choice. Adira was a lot of things, but able to withstand pain was not one of them. She just nodded. “What do you need?” She would get him to where he needed to be in order to get free. Then she would run as far and fast as she could.

He let out a harsh-sounding breath. “I need you to guide me to the ship bay here. Preferably to one of your crawlers. Then you and I are going to leave on that ship, and get me to a place where I can contact one of my own vessels to pick me up. If you behave yourself, don’t try anything to alert anyone, and generally do not make yourself an annoyance to me I might let you go free. Depends on how bad my mood is by that point.” She felt him shift slightly, his arm slowly letting go of her neck.
“We’re going to take the path of least resistance. No guards, as few cameras as possible, and you are not going to let anyone know anything is amiss in any way. I have zero problem shooting a woman, but I’d rather not have to drag you around at my heels to break free of here.”

Stars. “Okay,” she said with a wobbly voice. “Then the best way to go will be back the way that I came.” She had already killed a guard. This had to be her punishment. She knew it. She had killed one of her own people so this was the spirits’ way of punishing her. She was going to be this Craegin’s shield to get free of her people. “I have a crawler. I came over from one of our other worlds.”

The weapon lowered until it was pressed into her lower back, right on her spine. At that range he’d never miss, and if she wasn’t dead she’d definitely be paralyzed. “How many guards between here and the bay?” he asked. He’d given her a nudge to get her moving, but a hand on her arm slowed her pace. Adira couldn’t see much of him beyond the one arm down at his side. But she did notice he seemed to be limping, even dragging one of his legs slightly.

“None. There was one but he won’t be a problem.” The physician in her wanted to heal him. She wanted to reach out and find out what was wrong, but the prudent part of her kicked in and she knew that would be just plain dumb. She did, however, slow down. She ensured that she kept a pace that would keep them moving, but wouldn’t push him too far. She didn’t know what to expect of this Craegin, especially since the female captive had so easily sold out her people.

“What about the cameras? How many are we going to have to contend with once we’re past the holding areas?” The pressure of the weapon on her spine eased a little. She knew it was still there, but he wasn’t digging it in any longer. He might be injured, but she didn’t think for one moment he wasn’t aware of everything around him.

“None.” She had disabled them so that she could wheel the body out and dispose of it. Why hadn’t she thought to reenable them? “I had disabled them,” she told him. “I had been so caught up in my own mind that I forgot to reenable them,” she added honestly. “My crawler is the one closest to the exit doors as well, so there shouldn’t be anyone in the bays that will see us as that side is blocked from view by my crawler.”

“Good,” he grunted out. Suddenly his hand came up to her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Shh,” he hissed. The pressure of the weapon was back for a moment as the sound of boots on the tiled hall could be heard. They faded a few minutes later, and he released her arm. “Go.”
She nodded and went. There was something about his touch. It was odd. She didn’t focus on it, though. Instead, she concentrated on getting through this alive.

She made several twists and turns, being stopped a few times by the rather large male that held a weapon at her head, and finally they were before the bay doors. “When we enter we need to be fast. Get on my crawler. I need to make a call to the booth. There is audio as well as visual so you will have to stand far to the left behind a console and have to trust me. I really don’t want to die, so I will get you out of here.” She would have somehow gotten him free anyway because she didn’t believe in the tortures her people were inflicting upon this male.

His hand was on her arm again, holding tight. “Say or do the wrong thing when you talk to them and you won’t live long enough to make another mistake. If need be I can fly this thing out of here, but I’d really rather not have to do it with your blood all over the console.” He gave a light but firm squeeze of her arm, then let go. “Move,” he said under his breath.

She nodded and moved as quickly as his pace would allow to her crawler. The medical insignia on the side denoted it to be the head of their Medical Ministry, her. Her hand to the panel at the side had the doors sliding open and engines starting. She explained, “I’m still a doctor. My crafts need to be able to go the moment I get in, just in case of an emergency.”

No words came from him, just a grunt. A hard hand landed on her shoulder as soon as they stepped into the crawler. She could see the weapon out of her periphery as it was sweeping around the space. He was ensuring they were alone in the small craft. The hand eased and gave her the smallest of pushes toward the cockpit as the doors sealed behind them with a hiss of air.

Adira settled into the pilot’s seat and strapped in. Looking back at the male, she viewed him for the first time. He was large and impressive, handsome even. He was also severely injured. “Stand just to the left there,” she told him as she pointed to a console. “Now, please. They are beeping to get through.” She adjusted herself slightly, and when he was hidden pulled up the view screen. “Sorry that took so long, gentlemen. I had to take another call. I have an emergency on Talaxia five. I need clearance to scuttle quickly.”

The man on the screen was looking around the inside of her cockpit. “Likely a good thing you’re getting out of here now, Doc. Sounds like there’s an escapee in one of the wards. No clue how the freak got loose, but he’s extremely dangerous. He’s killed three of our men already, the spirits only know what he’d do to a woman,” he said. The hangar bay doors began to open. “You are clear for departure. Head straight out, and stay in the lane until you clear the beacons. Safe journeys.”

“Thank you.” She winced. Oh God, had he really killed three men? Or was the man she killed one of those? She closed off the view screen, then looked back. “You might want to hold on to something.” She began to move her crawler into place and took off as quickly as she typically would in any emergency situation.

Ten minutes later they were free of the planet and she looked to him once more. “Where are we headed?” She knew that he had said to a planet where his people could pick him up, but she had no idea where.

Easing around the equipment board he’d hidden behind, the Craegin male came forward. He leaned over the console to input some coordinates. “There,” he said. “Set the autopilot, and then we’re going to check the rest of this crawler over.” There wasn’t a whole lot left to check, except for the kitchenette, a tiny medical bay, the small sleeping quarters, and the bathing room that approximated to less than a closet amount of space. Crawlers were meant for short runs, not for comfort. Beyond that there was a storage area, but it wasn’t accessible from inside, only from the exterior of the craft.
Once she’d set the autopilot, he leaned in once more to type something else in. A quick glance showed he’d just locked down the entire panel. Without the code he’d entered she couldn’t call out, or fly the craft. Which meant she had to keep him alive if she wanted to survive this. “Stay here,” he ordered. Now that she couldn’t alert anyone to the fact she was a hostage, he likely felt secure in leaving her in the space. A hard look from his bright gray eyes under the heavy fall of badly tangled black hair, and he turned to leave the cockpit.

He had to keep his head lowered to move through the spaces, being taller than the average Imarian male. She noticed he was also broader, more heavily muscled than an Imarian. Not that she should be noticing anything about him, but it was hard not to when he seemed to take up so much of the space around her.

“Since you have locked everything down you should let me have a look at your injuries.” She should just let him bleed to death, but with him having locked her out of her own ship that would end very badly for her. “It’s beneficial to me for you to survive. The least I can do is tend to your injuries. I am a medical doctor, allow me to assist you.”

A derisive snort was her only answer as he continued away from her. He disappeared from view a couple of times, checking out the additional spaces afforded on the craft. Finally he reappeared from the sleeping quarters and signaled her toward him.

Adira cautiously moved forward. “Yes?” she asked as she looked up into his gray eyes. They were actually rather beautiful and ringed with a bright green that captured her interest. Adira shook her head. No, not her interest, something else. “I have a full medical bay. It’s very small but it has everything that we could offer. I could close your wounds and do a scan of your leg to find out what’s wrong with it. If you will let me?” She couldn’t push him to do as she asked, but she itched to ensure that he was okay.

“I know what’s wrong with it. I was there when they did it,” he said. No, it was more of a snarl, given the curl of his lip. “Inside. You’re going to sit on the edge of the bunk and not move while I clean up. I need to get the blood off of me so I can evaluate the exact amount of damage your colleagues inflicted.”

She winced and nodded. “I know that this isn’t a good time to tell you this.” She settled on the bunk and watched him as he moved. “And please don’t shoot me for telling you this truth.” She was chewing her lower lip as she watched him and gasped at the injuries that he wore. “By the stars, how can you even be mobile?” Gone was what she was going to tell him about the Craegin female. Instead her medical training kicked in and she wanted to heal.

He turned a cold look on her as he dropped the coat and shirt he’d removed to the floor. “Sheer will to not die in an Imarian testing facility. It’s amazing what the body and mind can do when the goals are so simple. Do not move,” he warned again. He took the pistol, and one other she hadn’t realized he had, and set them inside the shower—up high so they wouldn’t get wet, and where he could easily reach them but she couldn’t. He turned on the water and dropped his pants. No warning, no closing the small sliding door, nothing. Down they went, and a moment later his ass disappeared behind the sliding pane of the enclosement.

Adi simply watched him. Her mouth had gone suddenly dry and her mind went places that an Imarian held captive by a Craegin should never go. He was stunning. His height was massive, over two meters tall, easily, and his build was thick but it was the markings on his body that captured her attention. Well, that and the musculature and his ass. By the mother, his ass was impressive. “I’m sorry that you were taken,” she told him honestly. “There was a Craegin female that was held there as well.” Please don’t let them be related, she prayed.

“So I’d heard.” His words were barely loud enough for her to hear. “She was the one feeding your people information about us. Once I’m back I’ll be ensuring that anything we’d done prior is never done the same again. I will not allow our people to be easy prey for you sick freaks.”

“How did you know?” she asked with a frown and tilt of her head. “Yes, she has been feeding my people information for years, from what I surmised. They are sick.” She mumbled that last part. She didn’t protest on the sick freaks comment, because he had that right. Sadly. Her people weren’t supposed to ever take prisoners of war and abuse them as this man had been abused. “She watched. She took glee in telling me that when they did their first procedure on you she was able to watch. I’m so sorry.” Her people had a lot to answer for, but not every being who was Imarian was a sick freak, as he had stated.

“It’s amazing what we can hear in that place. They figure since we’re all going to die they don’t need to watch their words.” She watched him tip his head back, his face into the spray. He was tall enough that his shoulders, neck, and head were above the partition. The water shut off a moment later, and he shook his head before slicking his hair back from his face. He locked eyes with her as he pushed the partition aside and stepped out to collect a towel.

“Holy mother,” she whispered a moment before she turned her face from him. He wasthere weren’t words to describe the perfection of this man. Even with the injuries that he had sustained he was impressive. Her gaze had gone straight to his cock and she had to bite her lip at the memory of that brief glance. He was soft, but his shaft hung low and was thick. He was very large, all over, and he made her heart do things that no Imarian had ever made her do before.

She could hear him toweling off. A soft clunk sounded, and she shot him a look to see he’d collected the laser pistols. The towel was wrapped around his waist, barely covering everything of importance. He was peering into the mirror on the wall, twisting this way and that to get a look at all the damage done. His back was a mass of bruises, as were his legs and arms. His chest had some bruising, but older from the colors she could see. Fresh nicks and cuts were all over his body. The leg he’d been favoring, though, looked the worst. His leg looked as if there was a heavy bruise that was practically fully black from his knee up to somewhere under the towel. She cringed at the sight. The pain that he was in had to be terrible. She hurt for the man. Obviously someone had repeatedly struck that leg.

“Will you please let me scan your leg at least? I know you have no reason at all to trust me, with what they did to you, but I need you to understand that it’s hurting me to see you hurting, especially since I can do something about it.” She wanted to help him. He could think all that he wanted about her people, but seeing him injured was hurting her. She had never hurt before like this. It was as if she could feel his pain.

He turned his head slowly to give her a look. She could practically see him thinking through all the options, considering every angle, and coming to a decision. With a small jerk of his head he gave her permission. “I need something to wear. This towel is not exactly comfortable over the wounds inflicted on a certain part of my anatomy. I need pants at the very least, but a shirt wouldn’t be amiss either.”

“I should have a medical uniform that will fit you.” She pointed to the drawer to his left. “There should be one in there. It might be a bit short on you but the male who wore it was rather overweight, so it should fit across your chest. I hope.” She winced and chewed her lip again. “I’m so sorry.” She seemed to continue to say that to him, but there weren’t enough words to tell him just how horrified she was that her people had done this to him.

“Your words hold no meaning to me, Imarian, so you may as well quit spouting them,” he said coldly with his eyes narrowed. Digging through the drawer, he pulled out pants and slipped them on. They were definitely short, only coming down to the top of his calves. He was a lot taller than the average Imarian, and definitely taller than her coworker. The shirt he pulled on after dropping the towel to the floor. It was definitely tight, but he seemed to have no loss of movement. “Good enough,” he muttered.

She nodded. “We should go into the medical bay. There’s a handheld scanner there and I can check to ensure that they didn’t break the bone. If they have, then I can put you into an air cast to help ease the pain.” Cocking her head to the side, she asked, “Are you going to be okay if I get up and go get medical ready for you?”

His head whipped around to look at her. “We’ll go together,” he said. He picked up one of the laser pistols and quickly took it apart, dropping the parts, except for the power source, into the disposal unit. He picked up the other one, but kept it down at his leg as he waved her out into the corridor.
“Okay.” She moved away from the large Craegin and toward medical bay. Looking over her shoulder she saw him following slowly behind her. Once that was done she pulled down supplies. “If you will have a seat on the bay bed there? I will scan you from head to toe. I would feel much better knowing that you are at least mostly healed before you go to your people.”

He eyed her up and down for a long moment before moving to the bed. Easing up on it slowly, he let out a hissing breath. Not that his face showed any of his discomfort, though. Once he was laying down she moved closer to him and saw he still had one hell of a grip on the weapon.

“I won’t hurt you. I know you have no reason at all to believe me but I will not hurt you,” she assured him. “It’s not who I am. I’m a healer,” she told him quietly. “Oh this is not good.” She paused the scan over his knee and bit her lower lip. “It looks as if they have dislocated your knee. I can set it and that will ease much of your pain.”

The Craegin gave her a grunt, but didn’t move. Adira was going to take that as acceptance of the help she was offering. He also didn’t shoot her, so that was a huge plus. “Apparently not all your healers have the same beliefs as you do.”

“I can’t speak for them, only me. I can’t believe that they did this. We have laws in place for a reason.” She was muttering as she spoke to him. “No one is supposed to ever be subjected to the pain and suffering that you were submitted to. For that I am so sorry. I want to kill my people for doing this.” Especially in her facility. She was not pleased at all.

The look on his face said he didn’t believe her. “If you plan on fixing my leg, sooner would be appreciated. I’ll need all the time possible to heal before we reach our destination. Especially since it won’t be in friendly territory, for you.”

“You aren’t going to put me off at a neutral planet?” she asked with a frown and sat back on her heels on the floor in front of him. “Oh stars.” She was so totally screwed. She was never going to live through this one. “Okay.” At least she could set his knee and help him heal, that was what she could do.

“There are no neutral planets anymore,” he said. “There are only ones slightly less hostile than the others. The one we’re aiming for is the least hostile around. But if your brethren weren’t so determined to exterminate us we wouldn’t have this problem. Would we?” he asked with a hard look at her.

Sadly he had a point there, but she didn’t say anything. Instead Adi worked on his leg, then passed him a medical hypospray. “You should give this to yourself to help you with your healing. It’s only vitamins, it shouldn’t harm you.”

He took the hypospray, looking it over a moment, then tossed it aside. “No drugs, nothing from an Imarian. I’ve been given more shots since my arrival than I have in my entire life. No more.
Especially something I didn’t load myself from supplies I trust. Fix my leg, or move so I can get up.”
She nodded and put her hand on his knee. “It’s going to hurt,” she told him only a moment before she popped his knee back into place. “So sorry,” she said once more and moved back. Standing, she looked over him. “No drugs, then. Sorry I offered them to you.” Maybe she should drug herself and be done with it.


He hadn’t even flinched. Either his pain was already so great he hadn’t felt what she’d done, or he was so well trained he’d been able to hide the reaction. She had a feeling it might have been a little of both. Easing to a sitting position, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly put weight onto his leg. “Better,” he muttered. “You really shouldn’t be apologizing to anyone, especially your enemy. It leaves you in a weakened position, more so than you currently are in.”

Friday, April 10, 2015

Because it's Friday Giveaway!


It's Friday and I'm feeling frisky or just plain good today. Not sure which, but I like it!

In honor of my mood, I thought I'd have a fun little giveaway for no special reason at all. Today, I will give one winner a paperback of  A Hard Bargain.

This was my very first manlove book and I wrote it based on what "I" wanted to read. It also kick started my love for MM writing. We each have our triggers, and I definitely have my own.

 Three months ago, Cade Lawson was left standing at the altar in front of a packed church of friends and family. His bride admitted to a love affair with his own best man. That scene not only injured him, but propelled him forward to find his happiness on his terms. Cade uses money set aside for a dream home for his bride to chase the dream of owning a ranch. Little does he know cowboy Jed McMasters will give him more than he bargained for. The ranch has its perks, one of which changes Cade’s outlook and sexuality. Jed stirs new emotion and desire Cade had in previous years dismissed as merely curiosity. Cade tries to ignore his attraction, fearful of ruining their business deal. What he doesn’t realize is that Jed is gay and has his sights set on luring him into his bed. Will he succumb to the passion that Jed creates inside him? Or deny the inevitable?

Excerpt:

Cade stopped at the door with his hand on the knob but didn’t turn to look at him. “What the hell?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling. He was scared to death, and his hands trembled as he gripped the doorknob. Jed figured him out. He had caught him staring at his dick numerous times. Damn, he wasn’t gay. Was he? Was Jed calling him out? He heard soft footsteps coming toward him, but didn’t dare turn around to face him. He’d know. Cade squeezed his lids tightly together waiting for Jed to speak or kick his ass. The suspense was killing him. “I’m waiting.”
Jed exhaled loudly inches behind him, and he shuddered. “I know you want me, Cade.”
“Damn it. I’m not gay, Jed,” Cade stated with a growl and pounded his fist against the door in frustration.
“You’re lying,” Jed whispered with his lips right at Cade’s ear.
Shivers ran down Cade’s back, and his fear kicked up a notch. “I’m sorry I look at you the way I do. Fuck. I’m sorry for kissing you.” His head thumped forward against the door. “Is this just a game?” he asked, fumbling with the doorknob so he could run.
Jed wrapped his arms under Cade’s and pinned him against the door. “I don’t want you to leave,” he said, pressing his body against Cade’s with his erection touching his ass.
“You want to make me feel more like ass. Don’t you?” Cade asked with his face planted firmly alongside the door. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and he closed his eyes.
“No, I want you the way you want me,” Jed replied while pushing his dick harder against his ass.
Cade’s heart beat erratically. “Bullshit. This is a fucked-up game.”
“Does my dick grinding on your ass feel like a game?” Jed growled. “Answer me.”
Cade shook his head and felt Jed release one of his arms. His hand slid down his waist then firmly grasped his cock through his jeans. A hum unintentionally escaped his lips. It turned him on to feel Jed’s large hand grab his cock. “I like to fuck women, Jed.”
“That’s only because you haven’t experienced a man,” Jed whispered again while his hot breath heated his neck.
Cade breathed heavily against the door. “I’m sorry. I know what you’re trying to do, Jed.”
“No, you think you know,” Jed replied and bit the side of Cade’s neck lightly. “There is nothing wrong with wanting to be with another man.”
Jed released his other arm and started to unbutton Cade’s jeans. “I have fought my desire for you since you got here, but I had to be sure. That’s why I put in that video, to see how you’d react and to let me know if my suspicions were right.”
Jed unzipped Cade’s jeans slowly and pushed them down past his hips. “Grab my cock, Cade,” Jed whispered as he stroked Cade through his boxers. “You want to. Now do it.”
Cade reached behind to grasp Jed’s dick with trembling fingers.
“Feel that large cock?” Jed asked, slipping his hand into Cade’s boxers. “You make it hard.” He spoke softly as he kissed and nipped Cade’s neck. His hand began to gently stroke Cade’s length.
“Shit,” Cade groaned, feeling Jed stroke him. His hips pumped his dick into Jed’s large, callused hand.
“That’s it. God, I love to feel your big dick slide through my hand, Cade,” Jed groaned out.
“I’m nervous, Jed,” Cade admitted, slowing his hips to small thrusts. He wanted everything that was happening and more, but he was scared to take the final leap.
“Let’s go to my room. I’ll make your nervousness disappear.” Jed grinned when Cade turned to look at him. His mouth pressed against Cade’s, catching him by surprise.
Cade opened and allowed Jed’s tongue to sweep deep into his mouth. Their tongues collided and swirled together, comingling the salty taste of beer between them. Jed tugged him along while he walked backward through the kitchen toward his bedroom with their mouths busy exploring.
Jed stopped Cade at the bed and looked into his eyes while taking heavy breaths. He pulled Cade’s shirt over his head without saying a word. His tongue licked and kissed his abdomen while his fingers gently tugged Cade’s boxers and jeans down around his ankles. He leaned back and surveyed Cade’s cock with an appreciative smile. “Nice hardware,” he commented, stroking Cade’s dick with pride in his gaze.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cade asked, trembling, causing Jed to chuckle.
“Fuck yeah I do.” Jed answered and pushed Cade back onto the bed. He pulled off Cade’s shoes and socks with a wicked grin. “Boy, you’re going to come harder than you have ever come in your life.”
“What if—?” Cade began to speak and Jed cut him off.
“No worries, man. I’ll take real good care of your ass.” Jed smiled and pulled open his nightstand and laid a couple of items on the bed.

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Saturday, April 4, 2015

A New World Order is now available!

MFM Menage:
The Earth has witnessed to the devastation of the Apocalyptic Wars of 2540 and the following Civil Wars of 2550. Not a city or country had been left untouched by either, with a great many leveled to nothing more than heaps of concrete and twisted steel. In order for humankind to survive and rebuild, a totalitarian government was created, made up of former country leaders, and is called the New World Order (NWO).
While not perfect, the NWO enacted the Populous Reconstruction Act in order to repopulate Earth. Many disagree with the act, especially Keira Alvarado, a lieutenant and pilot for the cause. Under the act, many laws and subsections only further Keira’s plight. Well past her twenty-fifth birthday and unmarried, she is now at the mercy of the law, and any men who decide to make her their own are able to do so without her permission.
When two new pilots to the Southwest Hemisphere arrive, they only further the trouble brewing for Keira. If her personal hell, and status as a single woman isn’t enough to ruin her day, the Patriot Brotherhood, a faction against the NWO, has bigger plans for her life, and the world that is just beginning to overcome the devastation of the past.
Sex, love, lies, and deception mixed with winners and losers. The human condition and desire to overcome drives this new age, and not everyone is happy about it.

Story Excerpt:
Thorn had also shared that the NWO wasn’t exactly happy with their father for choosing his daughter’s husband, but given her history and reluctance to marry, they were looking the other direction in this case. So, Keira was basically up for auction, and that was the downright truth of it all. Her father would sit and review candidates' applications and definitely look in personnel records as well. All of it made her sick, making dinner quite a chore to complete.
The only aspect keeping Keira’s outlook upbeat was the two men escorting her out of Triumph Station. They were sincere, honest, and slowly growing on her. She couldn’t jump straight to love, but felt excited and all out of sorts when they were near. Dinner tonight at the most expensive restaurant in the city was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Add in the exotic flowers they admitted they had sent, and her heart was softening, at least to a degree or two.
No men had paid her much attention outside of the bedroom before. Not really anyway. To them, she was just a pretty face, and the best place to take her was to bed. She used that type of mentality to gain what she needed, and that was sex, and only sex. Any man who thought so little of her would never earn her trust or love.
Outside, the city had come to life with a wild array of lights in various colors and intensities. The city center had transformed from rubble and ruin to a growing metropolis in the last twenty years. Keira could still recall the sounds of dozers working to make room for the city’s rebirth. She was a small girl at the time, but her memories were still vivid to this day. Her father Sloan had brought her to the very area she was now walking in with Kell and Theron. He had said, “One day, honey, Triumph will be grand. All the destruction of the past will be gone. Skyscrapers will rise on these corners. New roads will be built, better than ever before.” He waved his hand through the dust-filled air. “And there will be trees, beautiful trees, and flowers, lots of them. Remember this moment, Keira. You will be just as much a part of building this new world as I am.”
Although that moment had happened some twenty years previously, Keira could recall every detail, and recite her father’s words. It was then that she knew she wanted to be a soldier. She wanted to see the grand vision her father described come to life. More than the infrastructure, though, Keira desired with all her heart to see each and every shanty town rebuilt with decent and safe homes for the people. As a child she witnessed many struggle to survive with the barest of necessities, dwelling in places not fit for rats. Children played on top of piles of rock and debris, faces dirty because they couldn’t escape the dust hanging like a cloud in the air. She also witnessed the most heart-wrenching sight of all, and that was people born with defects from the nuclear fallout. She shuddered at the memories, recalling the deep burning in her gut even then to make a difference.
With her other father, Cassian, a doctor for the NWO, Keira insisted on traveling with him to villages when he’d allow her to. Sure a child would be in the way, Cassian was surprised by her behavior and her willingness to learn, even at her young age. She came away from those trips filled with pride, knowing that the medical care given to those in need would not only help those affected at the time, but for generations to come. It was no wonder she had become so committed to the cause. Behind her sarcasm and her tough exterior lay a soul hell bent on making a change for the better. Cassian had once told her, “There is no position too small to make a difference. Just imagine what the world would be like if everyone gave just a little.” That statement had stayed in her mind, and it was one she recited almost daily, especially during the roughest of times, and now more than ever.
“She is either still stunned or not enjoying our company,” Theron said, interrupting her thoughts.
“No.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I guess I got to thinking about the past, mostly about how much everything has changed,” and motioned to everything around them.
“You grew up here, didn’t you?” Kell asked.
“Uh huh. Well, I was actually born in Vida, but we moved here when I was very young.”
“For the NWO?” Theron asked.
“Yeah, my father Sloan earned his second star as a general and was asked to become the commanding officer for the base. I don’t remember much about life in Vida, but I do remember seeing each and every one of the buildings rise high into the sky.” She wiped a tear and smiled. “A lot has happened in all these years.”

Kell glanced around and nodded with understanding. “I can see what makes you tick.” He turned to smile at her. “And you continue to amaze me.”

Steamy Excerpt:
Iverson glared at Darroch and his nose flared. Damn, the man looked so hot. His hands were clutched together at his sides, and Keira dared to guess, but suspected he’d like a piece of Darroch before she could get her chance. Decisions, decisions, she thought and led the way.
She walked with authority across the steel tarmac, bright sun shining down, causing her to squint. Brushing her wayward locks from her eyes, Keira waved her hand over the recognition identifier, opening the hatch to the inner corridor. Inside, globes of yellow and orange hovered around her eyes. She blinked, trying to adjust to the low light of indoors.
Behind her, Keira could hear the cautious steps of Iverson and Darroch. She could tell by the way their feet fell that one was overconfident, the other nervous. Of course she knew who was walking with authority, and who was worried about the outcome. Iverson struck her as a just man, one who was honest and sincere, and reserved as hell. Darroch, on the other hand, could stand to be taken down a notch or two. He was blatantly outspoken and where he derived his self-assurance from was a mystery. Sure, Darroch was drop-dead gorgeous, but his mouth, wow, the guy didn’t know when to shut up. Iverson seemed aware of Darroch’s inability to be quiet as well, and she had to smile inside while remembering hearing him tell Darroch to shut the fuck up.
Stopping at her door, Keira waved her hand and the door slid open for her. “Get in and keep your mouth shut,” she directed as the two silently walked past her. After she followed them inside, the door shut behind them. Iverson and Darroch stood at attention and she just admired the view. Darroch was a sight to behold when his mouth was shut. And Iverson just looked like a wet dream in his black NWO uniform.
She stood in front of them for a moment before speaking, hoping to find the just punishment for the both of them. Her desire had spread and it felt stuffy and hot all of a sudden. She turned and wished for a cold blast of air. Did she dare order the climate system to suit her? Or would that show them her weakness?
No, she’d suffer instead, she decided, knowing the system would eventually kick in, and leaned back against her desk. “What should I do with you two clowns? I could take away your rank and send you to the ground. Maybe a nice job in janitorial services would be just, considering the amount of shit you cause.”
Iverson blinked and took a deep breath, but didn’t say anything. Darroch, on the other hand, just grinned.
“And what is so amusing about this situation, Darroch? If I were you, I’d wipe that look off my face.”
“I can’t help it. You’re just so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
Iverson jabbed him hard in the ribs and continued to stare straight forward.
“You won’t think so when I’m done with you,” she replied and lifted her chin. How she’d like to work the guy over.
“I’ve always heard that love is blind,” Darroch said and motioned to the corner. “It seems we aren’t the only fools to fall under your spell.”
Keira glared and turned to see what he was speaking of. How she missed the flowers when she entered she didn’t know, but was surprised to see the biggest bouquet of exotics ever. They weren’t just any flowers. They were very rare and expensive ones from Ardemon. Only men with very deep pockets could afford such.
Before she could get sentimental over the gift, which was in fact a first for her, Keira turned back around toward Darroch. “It would seem the fool is a bigger one than you two.”
Darroch grinned before taking a casual stance. “While some men would buy pussy like yours, I’d rather take it.”
Forces out of Keira’s control took hold of her, and before she realized it, she was crashing her fist against Darroch’s face. He wavered back and stumbled a couple of steps. His head was dropped down and he wiped the blood from his lips. Slowly his gaze rose to meet her eyes. They twinkled with desire as a devilish grin swept over his mouth.
“Baby, foreplay isn’t necessary at this point.”
“Theron, knock it off.” Iverson reached for his arm as Darroch stalked toward her.
“Oh, no. I’m finishing what we started,” Darroch said without taking his eyes off of her.
Keira’s cunt spasmed and she swallowed hard. Darroch’s eyes almost seemed to glow. “I’m warning you, clown boy, you don’t want what is coming if you don’t back off.”
“Honey, my dick has been hard as fucking steel since you engaged us in the air,” Darroch said, his eyes lethal and serious as he spoke.
Keira raised her brows, questioning him. She'd hoped that he had shit his pants instead. Wishful thinking.
“Oh, yes, honey, that stunt did nothing more than to bring my cock to full attention,” Darroch said, and rubbed the front of his form-fitting uniform. His erection was obvious and on full display. She had to blink her eyes and avert her gaze. Long and thick. Oh, hell, she chanted inside her head.
“Don’t act like you’re not aroused. You see, I know you get off by combat, dog fighting in the sky, the same as me. Engaging your weapons was mere foreplay,” Darroch said in a whisper and pushed his body against hers, pinning her against the desk. His eyes stared down at her, wide open, with a knowing grin on his face. “I bet your pussy is swollen, begging for my touch.”
“Back off, Theron,” Iverson said and pulled at Darroch’s arm.
Without looking back, Darroch smiled. “No, I’ve engaged her. Let the real dog fight begin.”
Keira stared at Iverson for a moment. His eyes were filled with desire, yet fear. Easily, he could overpower Darroch if he wanted to, but he stayed frozen, staring back at her.

Darroch grabbed her hand and pulled it down, placing it on his cock. He forced her to rub him through his uniform. “Tell me you’re not craving it,” he said and leaned forward to nip her chin. “Deny me, say whatever you want, but I’ll know it’s a lie. I can smell your arousal,” he continued and inhaled a deep breath through his nose with his eyes closed. They looked glazed over when he opened them. “Baby, I promise we’ll be all you’ll ever need.”

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Friday, April 3, 2015

A New World Order - Coming Soon!


The Earth has witnessed to the devastation of the Apocalyptic Wars of 2540 and the following Civil Wars of 2550. Not a city or country had been left untouched by either, with a great many leveled to nothing more than heaps of concrete and twisted steel. In order for humankind to survive and rebuild, a totalitarian government was created, made up of former country leaders, and is called the New World Order (NWO).
While not perfect, the NWO enacted the Populous Reconstruction Act in order to repopulate Earth. Many disagree with the act, especially Keira Alvarado, a lieutenant and pilot for the cause. Under the act, many laws and subsections only further Keira’s plight. Well past her twenty-fifth birthday and unmarried, she is now at the mercy of the law, and any men who decide to make her their own are able to do so without her permission.
When two new pilots to the Southwest Hemisphere arrive, they only further the trouble brewing for Keira. If her personal hell, and status as a single woman isn’t enough to ruin her day, the Patriot Brotherhood, a faction against the NWO, has bigger plans for her life, and the world that is just beginning to overcome the devastation of the past.

Sex, love, lies, and deception mixed with winners and losers. The human condition and desire to overcome drives this new age, and not everyone is happy about it.

Release day set for April 13!!!