Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Rescuing His Pregnant Mate; An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary (M/M) Romance by Marcy Jacks.



[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Blurb

Edward, one of four ancient wolves, has discovered his mate, reincarnated and in the hands of hunters. The man is also pregnant, so even though it means that he must have mated with someone else in this lifetime, Edward is willing to risk it all to set him free.

Craig McCourt is a human, but his abductors insist he's a werewolf. Then Craig turns his head and spots the real thing. The wolf changes into a handsome man that Craig can't take his eyes off of, and when he's injured while rescuing Craig, Craig takes him home to care for him.

Craig has no mate, and when he tells Edward about this, the man insists they are the ones who are mated. As much as Craig wants to be with him, he's still not convinced that he is pregnant. He can't be. For one thing, he's a man, for another, even if that was possible, he's a virgin.

A Siren Erotic Romance



EXCERPT

“Are you people out of your damn minds? Look at me! I’m not pregnant!”

“Keep your mouth shut, wolf, or we'll have to cut it out.”

Craig McCourt closed his mouth in a hurry at that threat. He’d watched these men find other men and women who looked just like normal people, only to witness them change into various animals. The four men had made Craig watch as they had sliced those animals up in front of him, so he was pretty sure they were telling the truth.

Craig put his hand on his swollen stomach as he felt another cramp rush through him. It felt like something was eating him alive inside there, but he was not pregnant. He was a man, and he wasn’t a shifter. He was just incredibly sick. He had to be for his stomach to have gotten this swollen in only a matter of months.

His first thought was that it was some sort of cancerous tumor, which made everything that much worse because he couldn’t go to the doctor to get it checked out.

He was a florist, for God’s sakes, and this was still the United States, last time he checked, but here he was, being kidnapped and chained up like he was being held for ransom in a third world country.

He didn’t know why these men were keeping him alive when they thought he was some sort of creature of the night, not after they’d killed so many others. He wasn’t about to ask either. The last thing he wanted was to give any of these men some ideas.

“You might as well sit down,” said the oldest, the one with the black hair that was buzzed close to his head in some kind of military cut. There were several silver hairs streaking through the black around his ears and forehead. “You’re only gonna hurt yourself if you keep pacing like that.”

“What do you care?” Craig asked, but he still took the offered stool and sat down. Only then did he let out a long sigh as his weight was off of his swollen feet for the first time in what felt like hours.

“I don’t,” the man said.

Craig still didn’t have any names, but he supposed that was a good thing. If he didn’t have names, then it meant that the men around him might be considering letting him go. For that reason, he also took great care to try not to look at any of their faces.

Craig removed his shoes. He’d been at this camp for the last four weeks, and in all that time he hadn’t had a chance to change his clothes, or even wash them. His only bathing came those three times the other men had dumped buckets of water over him when he’d been sleeping, leaving him to freeze until his clothes dried. His shoes were feeling smaller by the day as his ankles swelled, and it was a relief to take them and his socks off, giving his skin a chance to breathe for a bit.

He tried to rub his feet, but it was hard with his belly in the way.

He’d heard the men talking about him from time to time. They claimed he was about five months along or so. Craig had tried to convince them up and down that he was not pregnant, which had made them look at him oddly for a little while before they went about their business again.

He’d screamed at them for days that he was a man. He’d even tried showing them that in a fit of desperation. He still had the bruises over their lack of appreciation for being flashed, so he didn’t bother trying that again.

Then he’d gotten really desperate. He wasn’t admitting that he believed them, or anything like that, but he even told them that he was a virgin, so it was impossible on another level for him to be pregnant, or get anyone else pregnant, for that matter.

Again, they’d looked at him funny. One of the men even brought out a stethoscope and put it against his stomach. Craig could hardly believe he’d willingly gone along with that, but he had.

The man confirmed the pregnancy, and when Craig continued to insist that he was not because he was a man, one of the guys had left the camp and returned with food and other supplies, and then threw at least five pregnancy tests at him. “Shut up and see for yourself,” he’d said.

Craig refused to do it. That was a week ago, and even now, sitting on that tiny little foldable stool, the pregnancy tests were still on the ground by the tree he was chained to.

He wasn’t about to take some stupid pregnancy test because that was ridiculous. He was not pregnant, end of story, and he shouldn’t have to take a test just because these guys were a bunch of stupid hicks who were having trouble telling the difference between a man and a woman, probably because they’d never seen a woman in their lives.

Craig crossed his arms over his knees and put his head down to sulk. The other men were chatting now that Craig had gone through his daily fit of anger, and he told himself he wasn’t about to cry.

That was when he heard the low, animalistic growling off to his right, and he turned.

The clearing was so small that it was practically nonexistent, which meant that the tree Craig was chained to was very close to the shrubs. In those shrubs, less than two feet away, was the abnormally large head of a wolf, glowing green like it was on fire—he really was going insane—appearing very angry, and for some reason, instead of fear, all Craig could feel at the sight of it was relief.



ADULT EXCERPT

“Feels good,” Craig said, and Edward couldn’t help but lean down and press his mouth to the place on Craig’s throat that was pulsing so rapidly.

He kissed and sucked on it, and he savored each gasp for breath, and each thrust of Craig’s cock into Edward’s hand.

Edward moaned, and he pressed his own aching dick down onto his mate’s, pushing them together and thrusting forward, mimicking the act that he wanted so badly to do. People called it fucking in this time. Edward had heard that word many times even before he’d woken up. He’d heard Craig using it and Edward had even used it a time or two. People used that word for a lot of other things, as well, but it seemed that was the one way it was most appropriate.

“I’m going to put my cock inside of you, and then you’ll be mine,” Edward said.

His heart leapt at the sound of Craig’s approval of that. “Yes,” he moaned.

Oh! That was just what he wanted to hear!

Edward lifted himself away from his mate, and even the moan of disappointment that Craig released from his mouth was enough to make Edward salivate.

“Almost, love. We just have to do this first,” Edward said, and he reached for the bottle of strange looking oil that Craig had given him. He opened it, just the way that Craig had, and he poured the warm substance into his hand.

Craig seemed to know what he was doing, and without being told, he spread his legs wider, exposing his pucker for Edward to see.

“Do it,” Craig said. “I want you to do it. Hurry before I start thinking straight and change my mind.”

They couldn’t have that, now could they?

Edward pressed two fingers to Craig’s pucker, and it was only when he tried to push them inside did he realize how tight his mate was. Craig’s entire body went stiff as he hissed from the sudden shock of being penetrated by something so thick as two fingers, that Edward had to immediately pull them back.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I apologize. I think I just became a little too excited for my own good.”

At least Craig smiled at him. “Just go a little slower from now on, okay?” he said.

He wasn’t making a joke when he said that no one had ever touched him there before. Edward couldn’t be more pleased even if he tried.

Then he looked down at his mate’s belly. There was still that particular mystery that needed to be solved, but he was going to solve it later.

Edward pushed in only one finger this time. Craig seemed to be holding his breath as Edward prepared him, and that was not a good thing.

“Breathe. Breathe unless you want to make this unpleasant for yourself,” Edward said.

Craig’s chest fell as he did as he was told, a whoosh of air leaving his mouth.

“Very good,” Edward praised. “Now, push out as I push inside. It will make it easier.”

“It will? Trying to get you out seems kind of counter productive,” he said.

Edward smiled up at him. “Trust me.”

Craig had every reason in the world to not trust him, considering the circumstances, but his mate nodded, and then did as he was told.

Craig also moaned when Edward got his finger deeper inside of him. He was all the way to the final knuckle, and then he hooked it, searching for the man’s prostate and hoping it was still right where he remembered it was.

“How do you feel?” Edward asked as he searched.

“I…I feel okay,” Craig said. “It’s a little different, having someone in there, but it’s okay.”

Okay was also a new word that was in Edward’s vocabulary when he woke up, and he knew it to mean little better than mediocre.

“Only okay?” Edward asked. “I’m appalled and stunned that you could use a word like that when I am trying to give you pleasure.”

Craig smiled down at him, and it looked as though he was about to open his mouth to respond, but that was right when Edward finally found his elusive prostate, and he pressed against it.

Craig’s body, his smile, everything about him immediately seemed to freeze up. That lasted for only the briefest of seconds before Craig’s back arched, his hands becoming claws as they gripped the sheets beneath him, and he moaned, long and loud.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and Edward grabbed on to his mate’s cock at the root to prevent him from coming. It was thicker than before, swollen as the man desperately wanted to come to his pleasure. That much was certain, but Edward would not let him.

He looked down at Craig’s claws. Strange. He was under the impression that omega luna werewolves could not shift during a pregnancy, but perhaps growing claws hardly counted as a proper shift.

Or maybe Craig was simply able to push through that because of how well Edward was able to give him pleasure. He liked to think it was the latter of those two options.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Fuck!” Craig said, again and again as be bucked his ass up against Edward’s hand.

While holding on to his mate’s prick, Edward had to use his arm just to keep the other man down.

Craig looked down at him, and he was panting with the sheer force of what was happening to him. “I want to come,” he said. “Let me come.”

“Not yet. Not until I’ve had you,” Edward said, and he pulled his finger out of the man’s asshole part of the way so that he could push the other inside with it. “You are so beautiful when you’re alive with pleasure. That much hasn’t changed.”


“Oh, please shut up and just fuck me!” Craig begged, and he reached down and curled his fingers around Edward’s hand that was holding on to his dick. He clearly wanted to stroke himself to completion, but Edward wouldn’t allow that. Not yet.

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Apple Wine; A Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, Menage a Six (M/M/M/M/M/M) Romance by West Thornhill. From the Delectable Vines, a Fae Erotic Romance series.

Xeno has an exciting new relationship with five gorgeous men, but resistance comes from an unexpected angle—his own family.



This is book two in the Delectable Vines series

Blurb

After moving in with his five lovers, Xeno wants to share his happiness about his new relationship with his family. Since his parents are part of a ménage, he expects them to approve of his unconventional romance.

He’s shocked when his family reacts harshly to the news—his sister even fires him from her bookstore where he works. Heartbroken and jobless, Xeno has no idea how to fix what’s gone wrong. And the more he questions his family’s reaction, the more he realizes that they’re keeping explosive secrets about his supernatural heritage. Secrets that won’t stay buried for long…

Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of multiple MMMMM menage.


Excerpt

Xeno had called Ren the night after Andy’s untimely appearance and asked if it was okay for him to take a couple of days off. He hadn’t exactly lied when he’d told her he had found a new place. He just hadn’t told her where. He wanted to do that in person and when he was with Rex. If anyone could protect him from Ren’s temper it would be his big lover.

Xeno parked behind Renaissance Coffee, Tea and Used Books. One of the things Ren and Rex had done when they’d taken over the business association was to make sure all businesses had parking for their employees. Then they had petitioned the town council to create two large, free public parking lots at each end of Main Street.

The council hadn’t been receptive to the idea until the parking for the town offices had been taken up for a street fair one Friday. Xeno chuckled. He had a feeling his sister and Rex had made sure all the close parking was filled. Those two were sneaky that way.

They’d created signs with the logo of each business on them and given them decals for their employees’ cars. That way they could enforce towing, making the town quite a bit of cash after they’d implemented it. And that money had been put into a special fund for the upkeep of the Main Street area.

He pulled in next to his sister-in-law’s bright yellow Fiat. Xeno smiled. That little car was Maggie’s pride and joy. He climbed out of his Camaro and pulled his backpack off the passenger seat. Locking the car with the key fob, he turned to face the back of the building. Taking a deep breath, he told himself he could do this. Easy.

* * * *

Xeno opened the back door of Ren’s store. Even here, he could hear the hustle and bustle of the baristas and the loud conversations of the Friday-morning regulars. He walked to his locker and stowed his backpack, pulling out his apron. He slipped it over his head and tied it as he walked toward the cacophony at the front.

He pushed his cart through the door and jerked to a stop. Ren was standing there, hands on hips and eyebrow raised. Xeno bit his lip. “Morning.”

“Is that all you have to say?” Ren shifted her weight until one hip rested against the counter and her foot was tapping against the floor.

“Shouldn’t you be helping out in the café?” He continued his way to the paperback shelves. Thankfully, one of the baristas called out for Ren’s help.

He didn’t turn and look at her, but knew the expression she wore. Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched tightly. “We will talk. And you will tell me everything.” He heard her footsteps as she hurried to the other side of the shop.

“Boy, I don’t know what you did to get a burr under Ren’s saddle, but I suggest you tell her what she wants to know.” Nina’s soft country drawl always made Xeno smile.

He turned and looked over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will. Trust me. I know how to handle Ren.” He winked and continued toward the shelves tucked into a front corner.

He had a feeling the café was going to be extremely busy most of the morning. And Ren would be meeting Rex for lunch. Xeno felt his stomach clench. Yeah, that’s what had him worried.

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Friday, September 5, 2014

A Taste for Blood; A Vampire Erotic M/F Romance by Erin Lark

Being damned for eternity is a bitch, especially when you're spending it alone.



Blurb

Alex may be four hundred years old, but he's only second in command to the coven's leader, Corvis. When Corvis orders Alex to hand over his sub, Kassidy, as a communal blood donor, Alex has no choice but to defy protocol and take his relationship with Kassy to the next level. But while controlling his newly turned sub isn't a problem, the bodies turning up all over Boston are.

Kassy isn't the only new-blooded vampire in town, but unless they can prove she's innocent of the murders, she and Alex could face banishment, or worse. And if being forced to hide away in the blood den isn't bad enough, news of a favourite donor's disappearance is all it takes to send Alex right over the edge.

Can they find the rogue vampire before he kills again? Or will they be forced into exile for murders they didn't commit?

Reader Advisory: This book contains themes of D/s, bloodsucking during sex and some F/F kissing.


Excerpt

A scrawny man not worth a vampire's bite, let alone a sip, sat at the desk in front of me, his head of brown curls shielding whatever it was he'd just written down. I focused on the back of his neck. His beating heart was easily drowned out by the thump of electronic music waiting beyond a set of double doors.

The music called to me almost as much as the sweet, salty and tangy tastes I was bound to find once I got inside. Vampire-friendly clubs such as this housed the best kind of porn available to man and vampire alike, but I wasn't in it for the slender legs, curved breasts or delicious bloodbath that was vampire-on-human sex. Not all of it, anyway.

Just one.

Smells. Tastes. Even hearing the flow of blood from every sub in the room was enough to put me on edge, but there was only one human I wanted to see...taste.

I clenched my fists and studied the black duffel bag I'd brought along with me. Aside from the cuffs and collar I'd thrown in earlier this evening, its contents never changed. A few pints of blood, ointment, bandages, condoms and lube-everything a vampire could possibly need.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think of her bare neck. Of the deep bite I'd left her with the last time I'd been here. My stomach turned with guilt. I'd taken it too far too soon. I only hoped tonight she'd say yes and invite me in for seconds. Thirds.

"Welcome to Horizons. How may I help you?" the desk clerk asked, raising his eyebrows at me. The colour drained from his face, and he stood from his chair. "You again."

I smiled at his surprise and waved a hand. "Please, sit down, uh..."

"Tyler," he offered, signing me in on his slip of paper.

I bit my bottom lip. "Is she here?"

Tyler sat back down and gestured to the door to my left. "Try not to drain her this time, will you, Alex? She has a shift in the morning, and I'd rather she not be among the walking dead."

I couldn't be bothered with his tone just then. Not tonight. Anything that kept me from reaching Kassidy, especially when I was this close, would have to wait until morning.
For now, I focused on what was on the other side of the door. Warm blood. And with it, Kassidy's submission. I wouldn't be draining her tonight, but I couldn't promise she wouldn't look half alive tomorrow.

Steeling myself for what was ahead, promising I wouldn't bite the first human with a heartbeat, I pushed through. It didn't matter. I would've reacted the same way even if I'd been holding my breath.

A tremor ran over my spine as every nerve ending in my body tingled with the tell-tale signs of needing to feed. On someone. Anyone. I shook my head, walking past a mix of warm and cold bodies. They danced in the middle of the room and stank of blood. Of having had too much to drink. The humans out there were willing participants, but they weren't protected by the clan or our laws.

Those outside private rooms were there for one reason only. To get high. To get so close to death they'd be left floating for days at a time. I wouldn't be used as some kind of drug. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for my brothers and sisters.

Vampires working off their high looked in my direction.

Thank God Kassidy has a private room.

Very few vampires fed on her, and those who did first needed her permission to enter the room. I'd been granted access months ago, but I always asked anyway. The first request was one of our unwritten laws. Those following were at my discretion.

Hanging a left, I walked down a long hallway. Away from the deafening music. Away from the vampire high. Away from temptation.

After passing the second door down the hall, I picked up my pace. Most of the rooms were empty, either by design or because the subs were away-I didn't know which, nor did I care. The less chance I had of hearing a heartbeat on the other side of the wall, the better. I hadn't fed on Kassidy in over a week, and the donors at the blood den were junk food compared to her.

Most of them, anyway.

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