Friday, January 30, 2015

The Century Sage; A New Beyond Fairytales Novel by Vicki Ballante.


Lina is a tree sage, a gifted person who heals trees, but her duty binds her to one place for her whole life until she marries. Tree sages must marry and birth a daughter by twenty-eight, even if true love is out of the picture. When hot rally winner Brad meets her, he is drawn to her mystical powers. Lina can’t resist the man who represents something she shouldn’t go for, but neither can she turn away his sexy touch. Brad offers to marry her and take her on a world-wide rally tour. She can fulfill her dream of traveling, and he provides a way to meet the demands of her breed, but will that be enough? What about love?

When Lina settles in Paris, loneliness and unfulfilled expectations threaten to pull the shaky relationship apart. Could the barriers between them be caused by an evil greater than they imagined? Soon, they will have to fight for Paris, but will they survive?


She led the way through the darkened nursery to her front door. The fresh breeze from the trees calmed her, and she couldn’t resist stopping by the dwarf coral trees with their scarlet trumpet flowers gathered onto tapered spikes. 

“These are one of the most popular choices for gardens.” She sniffed a flower and caressed a silky leaf. 

“They’re hardy and grow fast, but don’t take up too much space.” 

Her nerves were making her babble. Surprise shook her when his hand caressed the nape of her neck, his touch cool yet sending searing heat through her. 

“You’re so gentle with them. Kiss me, Lina.” 

She turned to find him inches from her. His breath smelled sweet like the rose or lavender bush, warm and fresh at the same time. She moved closer to kiss him, and as their lips met, shivers ran through her. Closing her eyes, she took in the full sensation of him surrounding her with solid arms. Joy and hunger for more mingled inside her. 

If only she could have him. 

“Let’s go inside,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I want to see you. The dim light coming from your front door doesn’t illuminate your beauty.” 

For a first kiss, it was a little disappointing. Too quick, not enough savoring, little exploration. 

“Don’t you want to look around?” 

“Do you have a brochure I can look at?” 

The trees nattered amongst themselves. Several of them seemed surprised she’d brought a man home. Smiling, she unlocked her front door, snapped on the lights, and directed Brad to her living room. 

Immediately, her indoor ferns shimmered, and their leaves plumped up. Brad gaped at them. 

No one had ever noticed the big part of her life—the way plants responded to her presence—before. Not even Henk had picked up on it. 

“I feel it, too,” he whispered near her ear, sending spasms through her core. 

“Feel what?” Her body moved toward unmistakable arousal. The disappointment from the hurried kiss faded in the brightness of his male aura. Could she resist? 

“This power, this energy when you come into a room. The trees and plants pick it up. What sort of talent do you have?” 

“I’m just like anyone else.” A lie, but she’d wished for normality her whole life. 

“Oh, no you’re not. That’s what drives me crazy about you.” He ran sizzling hot fingers down her neck to the dip where her collar bones met. “Every time I see you, I get goose bumps on my arms. Tingles run up and down my legs. I struggle to breathe. It’s more than sexual attraction. I’m drawn to you, to your essence. I don’t think I could ever enjoy life without you.”

Adult Excerpt

She spun around to face Brad, who stood inches from her. Her body chilled then heated in one tumultuous second. “You’re back already?” 

“I finished the race.” 

Relieved he hadn’t noticed her conversation with the tree or the shakiness of her voice, she drew on every ounce of self-control to appear unaffected by his nearness. He smelled of motor oil, gasoline, sweat, dust, and raw power. She imagined him hovering over her, his stubble grazing her face, his lips locking with hers, his rock-solid arms pinning her down. 

She swallowed. “Did you win?” 

“I did.” He gave an easy smile as if winning were a given. 

“That’s amazing. You must be over the moon.” 

“It hasn’t hit me yet. I thought you’d left. I—” 

“Don’t you have to go somewhere? I won’t leave. I promised.” 

“I’ll wait for the awards ceremony. Nowhere to go yet. My agent’s lapping up all the attention.” 

He’d rather be with me? Confusion sent her head into a spin. Her day had been strange, her responses to this man foreign to her. Longings that she’d pushed down for years surfaced. Speak before you do something stupid! “You look tired. Can I get you a drink?” 

“I’d like that.” 

He fell in beside her while she walked, and another odd sensation assaulted her. He belonged near her, just like she belonged in nature, amongst the trees where sap pulsed more than blood. This man’s veins seemed to pump hot and sexy and oh-so-desirable. Every fiber of her being strove to sense and memorize his movements. 

She couldn’t help granting him a huge smile. 

“Where do you live?” he asked as they reached the counter of the mini-bar in the clubhouse. 

“Not far from here. Moreleta Park.” 

“Oh, I’m staying in Centurion.” 

A suburb near her. Her heart rippled as if in a breeze, and she became aware of the throbbing pulse in her neck. “Small world.” 

“I want to see you again.” 

He moved too fast. At the moment, she just wanted to drink a soda with him. “I don’t know.” 

The bar lady handed them their drinks, her face rough and uninterested. He gulped his down. 

“Another one?” Lina held back a laugh. 

“I should be buying you a drink.” 

“Nope.” She grinned. “You’re the winner.” 

“I can’t believe it. It’s my first official win, and it’s nationals.” He glowed with a sense of achievement—that tired yet pleased feeling of having accomplished something great. 

How could she feel this growing respect for him when he’d harmed the trees? “You must have trained hard.” 

“I did. My family’s hardly seen me.” 

She almost lost her grip on the soda. “I…. Are you married?” 

He touched her elbow, guiding her outside. At once, her heart rate eased. She always felt safer outside near trees. She used the opportunity to make her way to the bride’s bush and stood under a branch. 

“Nah, not a chance of that happening soon. I’m way too busy for a wife.” Brad leaned on the trunk and gave a relaxed smile. 

She almost said good but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to appear like the anti-marriage type. 

His gaze swept over her. “You like plants?” 

Heat flushed her cheeks. “Why?” 

“That tree’s practically kissing you.” 

“What?” She spun around. The tree’s branch eased away from her head. The synergy and bond she shared with the trees had become so automatic she often forgot how it looked to other people. 

“Are you real?” His pupils grew large, with…. What, tenderness, awe, curiosity?

“I am. You can see my ID book.” 

“I’ll take your hand instead.” He reached out, grasping hers. 

His palm was still moist from the soda can or maybe from driving like a madman, and his fingers were large, encompassing, and muscular. Her pussy tightened in immediate response, and she wished for more than casual sex with him. Wouldn’t a long-term relationship be perfect? 

Yanking her hand away, she stumbled back into the tree, knocking a branch onto the ground. For the first time ever, she’d forgotten about one of the creatures and only thought of a human. Ashamed of herself, she edged away, her face flaming. “I-I’d better go.”


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Thursday, January 29, 2015

No Virgin Sacrifices Needed Here. A Simple Non-Alcoholic (Virgin) Bloody Mary Recipe!

There are many versions for this classic drink both alcoholic and non-alcoholic or in keeping with the theme of this blog Virgin Sacrifice Bloody Mary and Virgin Bloody Mary.  

But some of us aren't into the whole drinking thing but still would like to try the drink.  Unfortunately most of the recipes I've seen for the non-alcoholic versions were quite simple.  It's as if, just because we don't want the booze, we're asking to sacrifice the fun!  

I say that's not the case...

Here is a recipe that I think will make up for that gap in our lives.  After all, it is 9 am somewhere.  Right?


3 stalks celery from the heart, including leaves, plus extra for serving
2 teaspoons prepared horseradish
1 teaspoon chopped shallot
Dash Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon celery salt
1 teaspoon kosher salt
12 dashes hot sauce, or to taste (recommended: Tabasco)
2 limes, juiced
1 (48-ounce) bottle tomato juice (recommended: Sacramento)


Cut the celery in large dice, including the leaves, and puree in the bowl of a food processor fitted with the steel blade. 

Add the horseradish, shallot, Worcestershire sauce, celery salt, kosher salt, Tabasco and lime juice and process until smooth. 

Pour the mixture into a large pitcher, add the tomato juice, and stir.

Pour into tall glasses and serve each with the top half of a celery stalk.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Wolf's Song by Taryn Kincaid. A New Book From The Decadent Publishing Black Hills Wolves Line.

Coming January 30, 2015


Ten years ago, visions of death and the babble of lupine voices in his head, drove lone wolf Brick Northridge to challenge his cruel and greedy pack alpha. Beaten by the alpha’s thugs and banished from the pack, Brick lives a life of seclusion in a mountain cabin in the Black Hills. 

Born into a rival clan of feline shifters, skinwalker Summer McCoy, in her guise as a raven, watches Brick from afar, giving him back a reason to live through her sweet songs and special gifts. 

But when her clan attempts to tear them apart and threatens the pack that banished Brick so many years before, will their love be strong enough to withstand the forces bent on their destruction?

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Summer McCoy perched in the uppermost branches of her special Ponderosa pine, in raven guise, engaging in her favorite pastime, spying on the lone wolf chopping wood below. Two days’ worth of whiskers shadowed his rigid jaw. She loved when he forgot—or didn’t bother—to shave. Scruffy stubble suited him.

The sun beat down on the back of his bronzed neck and shone on his hair, the color of roasted coffee, a shade lighter than the dark shadow that charcoaled his face.

She fluffed her feathers in anticipation. Take your shirt off, Brick.She’d heard the giant werebear, Gee, call him that name a decade ago. He’d made some joke about a wall and the hardness of the male’s head. But Brick hadn’t laughed back then. Not ever.

He’d fascinated her from the moment he’d arrived in the glade, bruised and battered. Once she’d learned his name, she’d treasured it, taking pleasure from repeating it often. Secretly, of course. Unwrapping the syllable frequently to admire its radiance in the privacy of her tree house, the way a woman wearing pearls against her warm skin enhanced their luminosity and iridescence.

Now, as if he’d heard her silent urging, he complied with her plea, shrugging out of the plaid flannel and flinging it onto a tree stump. Her beak opened as she sucked in breath. Sweat glistened on his torso, glazing rippling pecs and abs, shoulders broad enough to span the Badlands. A huge, incredible specimen of masculinity. Thick biceps flexed as he wielded the ax. Her heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Heat licked her.


She did not move, except to lower her raised arm from its frozen position. “Why do you call me that…? Annabel Lee?”

“I don’t have another name.”

“Summer,” she said. “I’m Summer.”

Yeah. Def. When the berries plumped sweetest. “Suits you.” 

His raging arousal made the words hoarse and jagged. Too harsh for this gentle female. 

“Turn,” he murmured. “I want to see your face.” 

A low growl escaped him before he could bite it back. “Your breasts.”

She turned then, slowly through the water, rounding to face him.

He sucked in his breath, his heart slamming against his chest. She was stunning and glorious. The beads of water rolling down her golden body sparkled in the sun. She glistened. All natural. No makeup. No artifice. Everything a female should be. And more. Much more.

Another pheromone cloud engulfed him. Her eyes went large and rounded, as if she guessed she’d zapped him with her hormonal lures, but couldn’t help emitting her sex juice any more than he could. Her nose twitched and she sighed, as if enveloped in a vat of melted chocolate, or whatever the fuck his own mating scent smelled like. He could only hope he gave off an aroma as rich and delicious as she did.

He struggled to control the raw savagery of his attraction and had to tear his eyes from her face. But her breasts…God, her breasts. Full and high, the exact size to fill his large hands, rose tips jutting toward him. He remembered how she’d touched herself, how much he’d wanted to replace her hands with his. Hell. He wanted to bury his face between those breasts, lapping at her, licking and sucking, take each one into his mouth, between his lips, grazing the pointed nipples with his teeth until he tore moans of delight from her.

His throat closed, his tongue swelling, filling his suddenly dry mouth, cutting off his ability to utter either animal sounds or inane words. After a beat or two of silence, she glanced away.

“What do you think?” Not shy exactly. Expectant. An undercurrent of doubt laced her question, as if she could not bear to disappoint him, and did not know what to make of his continued speechlessness.

“Perfect.” He rubbed his eyes. “Ah, Christ. You’re perfect.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are to me.”

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Taryn Kincaid is a former award-winning reporter and columnist, covering everything from fires and homicides, to corrupt politicians and hero dogs. Nowadays, she haunts courthouses (in least paranormal way). 

She is the author of the Sleepy Hollow series--LIGHTNING,THUNDER,FROST,HEAT WAVE and IN FROM THE COLD -- sexy paranormal romances for Decadent Publishing's popular 1Night Stand series.

BLIZZARD, a short erotic romance for Decadent's The Edge line; HEALING HEARTS, a Regency romance from Carina Press, and SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS, an erotic paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press.

Books 1-4 of her Sleepy Hollow series, plus Blizzard, have been compiled in the SLEEPY HOLLOW edition, available in paperback and digital formats. 

Coming January 30, 2015, WOLF’S SONG, a sexy paranormal romance for Decadent Publishing's new Black Hills Wolves shifter line

And coming February 24, 2015 from Fated Desires Publishing, IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, a contemporary foodie romance. 

Visit Taryn at her website, or her blog, as well as Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.

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Monday, January 26, 2015

Tracking Ainsley by McKinlay Thomson

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifter, HEA]


Ainsley Gordon has never been much for adventure and the outdoors, so why she ever let her friend convince her to go hiking in the highlands of Scotland is beyond her. When a storm moves in and a tragic accident befalls her friend, they are well and truly stuck and in desperate need of rescuing.

Conall and Finlay Breckenridge are wolf shifters and members of an elite squad called Highland Rescue. They operate in the harsh and dangerous wilderness of the highlands, saving stranded and injured travelers. When they receive a call to rescue two hikers, they never expected to find their mate.

The weather takes a turn for the worst, leaving the brothers no option but to take Ainsley to a remote cabin and wait out the storm. But when a rival pack bent on revenge find them, can the two sexy wolf shifters convince Ainsley to trust them with more than just her heart?


Conall saw the woman in the distance, and rushed to catch up with his brother. He pulled the radio from his belt and radioed in the location to Helo One. It crackled and cut out in the bad weather, but he managed to get the message through. He hoped the weather stayed mild long enough to evacuate the fallen woman. If not, he would have to carry her out, and he really didn’t want to do that.

Finlay sat a small distance from the women and barked once. His black tail wagged against the snow and Conall could see that he was excited about something. His brother had been acting strange since they had found the car a few hours back.

Conall walked closer to the two women. His eyes went straight to the redhead brandishing a tent pole like a baseball bat and he suddenly realized what all the fuss was about. Conall felt his dick go hard and he sucked back a groan. His wolf sat up and took notice as well.

The woman was gorgeous with her big grey eyes and curly red hair, and even from this distance he could smell her intoxicating scent. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before? His brother certainly had. He now understood why Finlay was marking his territory around the car.

She looked back at him and they stood there staring at each other. His mouth had gone dry and he was at a loss for what to say. No one had ever had this effect on him before and Conall wasn’t sure he liked it.

He liked to be in control. As a shifter he demanded it, but one look at this little curvy woman and his body was at war. He needed to get a grip, but all intelligent thought had flown from his brain and down into his pants.

“Arr…um…” he stammered. “I…”

“Have trouble finishing sentences?” a voice said. Conall finally turned to the fallen woman on the ground and his brain started to function again.

She was smirking at him and Conall knew she had noticed his distracted state. He coughed to hide his embarrassment and walked closer to the injured woman.

“My name is Conall,” he told her, as he squatted down to check over her ankle. “I’m from Highland Rescue. You are?”

“Jean,” she replied.

“Nice to meet you, Jean. We have a chopper en route to evacuate you to the nearest hospital. What’s your pain like?”

“Bearable, but I think it’s because the snow has made it go numb.”

Conall took off his backpack and opened the first aid kit. He pulled out the green whistle and passed it over to Jean.

“Suck on this,” he said. “It will alleviate the pain.”

“What is it?” she asked, taking it from his hand.

“It called Penthrox. It contains Methoxyflurane and will make you a little light-headed.”

Conall heard a small squeak and looked over his shoulder at the redheaded woman. Finlay had crept closer and was sniffing at her crotch. She stood as still as a statue and was obviously intimidated by the big wolf. She was a short little thing and looked tiny standing next to Finlay. In his wolf form he was level with her waist.

Conall tried to hide his amusement at his brother’s antics. Finlay started to circle her, rubbing his muzzle and body on her legs. He wasn’t trying to scare her, he was leaving his scent on her clothes. Conall wanted to rub himself all over her too, but that would have to wait.

“Is this your dog?” she asked. She had a deep, slightly husky voice. Conall wanted to hear that voice talk dirty when he drove his hard length into her. He shook off the thought and stood to walk closer to her.

“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t mind him. He is just being friendly. My name is Conall.”

“I heard. Is that chopper going to be much longer?”

Nope, Conall could hear it approaching as they spoke. It was a shame he wanted to spend more time with the woman. If the weather wasn’t so bad, he would have called the chopper off and walked them back down, just so he could spend more time with her. It wasn’t to be though. Her friend was in pain and the wind was getting stronger.

“It will be here any second, lass.”

Conall moved back to Jean as the noise of the helicopter got louder. Finlay would watch the redheaded hottie whose name he didn’t know but was bursting to find out. He decided to try her friend.

“I don’t think your friend likes my dog,” he said, bending down to her once more.

“Ainsley is just grumpy,” Jean replied. Bingo. “She doesn’t like the outdoors much.”

“That is not true,” Ainsley said. “I like the outdoors as much as the next person. It’s freezing to death on a snowy mountain that I object to.”

Conall smiled. The woman had spunk. He liked that. Hey, he liked everything about her at that moment. She could say she was a green three-legged alien and he would probably think it was cute.

Conall’s radio crackled as the helicopter hovered overhead. He unclipped it from his belt and pressed down on the talk button.


Conall growled at her words and his wolf pushed to get out. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip and forced his beast back. Fuck, she turned him on. She kissed like a wet dream and made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat. He was so hard that if she didn’t stop rubbing her hot pussy against his crutch, he was in real danger of coming in his pants.

Conall reached behind her and snapped her bra open with a flick of his fingers. Her large breasts spilled out and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Full and heavy, they were topped with large, red nipples. Conall started to pant, his mouth watered, and his cock leaked pre-cum.

“Sweet heavens, lass,” Finlay said from behind him. “You know how to get a man excited.”

“I do?” she asked. Conall thought she sounded shy and nervous compared to the sassy, confident woman she had been moments before. Ainsley moved her arms to hug her big breasts, which squished them together and pushed them up.

“You have the most amazing body,” Conall told her. “We both want you.”

“I haven’t, um,” she replied. “I never…not with two men.”

“We will take good care of you, lass,” Finlay told her. “We would never hurt you.”

Conall knew his brother meant emotionally as well as physically. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that their mate had been hurt in the past. She was shy and reserved, and he was sure her self-esteem had taken a battering.

“Okay,” she said. “I want this too, with both of you.”

Conall didn’t want to play anymore. He leant forward and latched onto one of her hard nipples and suckled. She arched her back and cried out as he sucked and nipped the hard bud.

He heard Finlay move in beside him and saw him cup her other breast in his big hand. He pinched and pulled on her bud as Conall licked and sucked.

Conall pulled Ainsley’s legs toward him and quickly shed her of her pants. Her panties were wet and he could smell her arousal. The smell was intoxicating and Conall wasted no time getting her completely naked.

Finlay lifted his head as a sock went flying, soon followed by its mate. With Conall between her legs, Finlay moved up the cot and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. It was their first, and Conall could feel the heat coming off the pair as they parried and fought for dominance.

Whipping her panties down her legs, they went the way of her socks, and Conall pushed her legs apart and looked at the delight between. Her pussy was pink and perfect and coated in her essence, Conall ducked his head and licked the juices from her most intimate place.

Flavor exploded on his tongue and he growled as his wolf roared in approval. She tasted sweet and musky and all Ainsley, and Conall knew he would never get tired of tasting her.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and her hips arched toward him. Sucking the pearly bud into his mouth, he gently bit down and heard her faint scream from behind Finlay’s kiss.

Conall entered her warm channel with one long finger and hooked it around, searching for her spongy spot, all the while flicking his tongue back and forth across her engorged clit.

When he found what he was looking for, he tickled it gently and had to hold her hips down as she bucked wildly beneath him.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “What are you doing?”

Her voice was high and breathy and she was panting, her big breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Hasn’t anyone ever played with your G-spot, lass?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. “It feels amazing. I didn’t realize.”

“Looks like we have a lot to show our woman,” Finlay said. His brother was right. They would have a lot of things they could show her.

They would have to spend hours and hours showing her all the wonderful delights that sex could bring. Conall smiled to himself and lowered his head once more. They weren’t expected down the mountain until tomorrow. Plenty of time to do at least some of the things he had in mind.

Conall upped the pressure of his fingers and flattened out his tongue, rubbing the rough texture hard against her clit and heightening the intensity. He wanted to give her, her first G-spot induced orgasm.

He wanted to hear her scream his name and feel her pussy clench on his fingers as her juices flooded his mouth. Just the image in his head was enough to heighten his own arousal.

“That’s it, lass,” Finlay said above him. “Let it go. We will catch you.”

Ainsley was moaning louder and louder and bucking her hips in time with Conall’s fingers. Her wet heat engulfed his hand, and with one last flick of his tongue, he pushed against her G-spot and Ainsley flew apart beneath him.


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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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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Lost and Found by Linnea Alexis


After Haley Monroe’s estranged husband drops dead, she discovers he left her with a whole lot of debt and most of her family heirlooms missing. Too bad the only person who can help sort through the mess and clear her name is her late husband’s attorney…her only one-night stand and a man she never thought she’d see again.

Attorney Eli Libertini jumps at the chance to help Haley clear up the financial mess. He’d like nothing more than to reconnect with his hookup from spring break ten years ago—the woman he’s never been able to forget.

Thrown together in a dark fairytale adventure, the twosome uncovers a web of hidden heirlooms, ghostly encounters, and mysterious storage units about to be auctioned. They’ll have to forget the past in order to regain their shared passion and have a future.


“Haley. Haley Monroe,” a man shouted. His deep voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite recall where she’d heard it before. “Haley! Fancy meeting you here.”

Curious who had called her name, she turned to face the voice.

The man revealed himself. Eli Libertini—as in Libertini and Farthing—her husband’s lawyer. Eli was tall, dark, and ruthless. The armor on his knight’s costume shone like silver in the sunlight.

The man with him wore a monk’s robe. He stood nearly a half-foot shorter than Eli’s six-two and had at least twenty-five pounds of pure muscle on the lawyer.

If Eli hadn’t represented her husband during their bitter negotiations, she might consider him attractive. After all, she’d thought so ten years ago. And he hadn’t changed much during that time. He still wore his dark hair past his shoulders—shoulders much broader than she remembered. He’d even managed to grow taller and fill out very nicely, thank you very much.

But their heated exchange during the legal proceedings had left a hostile taste in her mouth. And nothing, not even his wide, single-dimpled smile, could erase the memory of the hurtful, untrue allegations he’d hurled at her.

“Fancy indeed,” she huffed.


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Linnea Alexis stopped stirring up trouble in the corporate world a few years ago and now satisfies her appetite for mayhem in the fictional world. When she isn’t working on one of her romances, she writes cozy horror stories. 

She can usually be found hanging out with her family in Southern California. She has published several short stories in various anthologies, and she’s an active member of Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America and O.C. Writers.

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Blue Moon Over Argentina by Shawn Bailey

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


Tomas Hernandez came to town to attend a New Year's Eve party hosted by a prospective client who wants to win the honor to market Tomas’s new wine, Ravish. He was supposed to meet Alexander Kerrigan, a representative of the Ambers Bottling Company, but the man doesn't come forward and make himself known. Tomas doesn’t mind since he had his eye on someone who could possibly warm his bed for the night…a gorgeous blond dancing at the back of a conga line.

He probably would have spent a delightful night freeing the little dancer of his inhibitions had two drunken men not gotten into a fight and pulled the dark drapes down from the hotel windows. The rays from the moon filter in and turn Tomas, his brothers, and several other men present into beasts. Tomas figures it probably isn’t a good time to introduce himself to the blond. Humans have a way of freaking out in the presence of a big black wolf.

A Siren Erotic Romance


 “Who is that?” Tomas Hernandez asked his best friend Bayardo Lopez as they spoke to each other at a New Year’s Eve party given in their honor to celebrate the launch of the Hernandez Wines and Spirits’ new signature wine, Ravish.

Bayardo looked in the direction Tomas pointed. “Who?”

“I’m speaking of the blond near the buffet table talking to Hernando Perez.”

Hernando was the supervisor in charge of bottling their domestic brands.

Bayardo shrugged. “I have no idea. Maybe he’s the guest of one of the local distributors.” They’d been invited to Orange County, New York to talk to the bottlers and distributors in the United States vying for the right to market Ravish.

“He’s kind of cute.”

Bayardo sighed. Once upon a time he’d been romantically interested in Tomas, but they both decided that they were better off being friends. “Yes, I suppose so, if you’re into his type.”

Tomas nodded. “Oh yes, I’m very interested.”

Bayardo looked back over to the young man who was now speaking to Adan, Tomas’s twenty-eight-year-old younger brother. He smirked. If Tomas didn’t move on the blond soon, Adan would be all over him. The Hernandez brothers were competitive in all they did, be it bottling wine or bedding lovers. “Shouldn’t you be trying to find the representative from the Ambers Distributing Company?”

Tomas frowned. “It’s probably some old fuddy-duddy. I’d much rather get to know the blond. I wonder if he’s into guys.”

Bayardo took two glasses of Ravish from the tray of a passing waiter and handed one to Tomas.

“Thank you,” Tomas said.

“You’re welcome. Do you think it matters?” Bayardo asked.

“What?” Tomas asked.

“If he’s into guys or not,” Bayardo said.

Tomas shook his head. “No.”

Bayardo sighed. No, he supposed not. Men flocked to Tomas like flies and he couldn’t say he blamed them.

Tomas was gorgeous with shoulder-length jet-black hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a six-feet three inched muscular body he’d been itching to explore. All the Hernandez brothers were handsome, taking their height and build after their late father Juan and their looks from their mother Consuela. Besides the four sons, Consuela also had a daughter named Daniela, the twenty-two-year-old baby of the family.

Bayardo had other things on his mind at the moment, including their safety. There was a big old full moon outside that they needed to avoid. Unbeknownst to anyone else in New York, they bore a curse put upon the males in their village by a gypsy someone pissed off centuries ago. The men turned into wolves. Their personalities changed and they became fierce fighters. But during the rare blue moon, the males became overly romantic and lusty. The curse didn’t affect their womenfolk, but no one knew why, except maybe the gypsy might have been a woman. Bayardo didn’t mind it at times because sex during this time was great. He just didn’t like turning into a wolf because the transformation hurt like hell. Keeping what they were a secret bothered him just as much. Hopefully the party would end without problems and they would be on a plane back to Buenos Aires in less than a week.

“I don’t think he’s right for Adan,” Tomas said, disturbing Bayardo’s thoughts.

Adan and the blond were now dancing and Tomas had been watching them the entire time. “Why would you say that?” Bayardo asked.

“Adan is usually into more manly-looking guys around his age and size.”

True, Adan did date guys with a bit more bulk. The blond was barely five feet seven and maybe one-hundred and forty pounds soaking wet. He did have on a nice suit though, cut to showcase his narrow hips and great behind. The other man wasn’t exactly his type either, but he wouldn’t say no to a romp beneath the sheets if he offered. And the more he looked at him, the cuter he got. “Well, at least you know he’s into guys.”

The blond stared adoringly at the dark-haired Adan.

Tomas quickly polished off his drink and stopped a waiter for another.

Bayardo had barely touched his wine. He wanted to be sober should something unexpected happen.

“Why aren’t you out on the floor kicking up your heels?” Tomas asked him. “The band is pretty good.”

“I’m not dancing at the moment because I’m keeping an eye on you. Right now you’re probably thinking about doing something foolish like challenging Adan for the blond cutie.”

Tomas frowned. “I am not. Anyway, it wouldn’t be much of a challenge. I am still Alpha.”

Bayardo smirked. “Arrogance and jealousy does not become you, my friend.” He’d seen the two brothers fight before. It hadn’t been a pretty sight. “Don’t forget you don’t have time to mess around with a full moon outside.”

“I’ll be okay as long as those drapes on the windows stay closed,” Tomas said.

Bayardo finished his drink and put the empty glass on a table. “Excuse me. I think I see a prospective dance partner.” The raven-haired director of the party had been checking him out all evening and he didn’t plan to stand around holding his breath that Tomas might give him some ass.

“Have fun,” Tomas told him. “Try not to damage him.”

Bayardo straightened his jacket and left Tomas to go dance with the sexy American.


They were all over each other before the front door closed. Tomas had literally lifted Alex up into his arms and kissed him. Ooh he’s strong.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” Tomas asked him after he put him down and as Alex led him up to his bedroom.

“Yes, so you don’t have to be gentle with me,” Alex admitted. I want him to fuck me silly.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m a big guy and I could do some considerable damage if I don’t take it easy.”

“I have plenty of lube and condoms,” Alex said as they entered his bedroom.

Tomas pulled Alex toward him and began undressing him. After seating him on the edge of the bed Tomas removed Alex’s shoes and socks,

“You have such cute feet.”

“Are you into toes?” Alex asked playfully.

“I could be,” Tomas said lifting Alex’s foot and wrapping his lips around the big toe.

Oh my. That feels so good.

Tomas released the digit. “Feet are an erogenous zone,” he explained.

From now own Alex would never look at his toes the same way again. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

Tomas did the rest, pulling them from his body and placing them neatly on the back of the chair close to the bed. Alex’s jacket and shirt followed. He stared down at Alex. “How old are you really?”

“Twenty-five,” Alex said. “Why?”

“You hardly have any hair, except for on your head,” Tomas teased.

“I can grow a lot if I want to,” Alex lied. Damn Mother Nature for making me so boyish.

“I’m not complaining,” Tomas said as he began to remove his clothing. “In fact, I kind of like it.”

Alex was too busy watching Tomas strip to respond to his words. The man’s chest is phenomenal.

Tomas toed out of his shoes and sat down on the bed to remove his socks. He rose and placed his clothing on the chair next to Alex’s. The last article to go was Tomas’s briefs.

Alex gulped. That is one big cock. He reached over into the nightstand drawer and removed some condoms and lube and tossed them on the bed next to him. I wonder if the rubber will fit.

Tomas got back on the bed and reached for one of the condoms. He opened the tiny foil package and began sliding rubber up his dick.

Barely. Alex reached for the lube but Tomas took it away from him. “Roll over please.”

Alex assumed the position on his knees. Seconds later Tomas eased a lubed-up finger inside of his ass. “Ooh, you have thick, long fingers.”

“And you have a very tight ass,” Tomas said.

Smart guy. “Oh!” Tomas had eased the first finger out and slid in two. “Is that really necessary?”

“Yes,” Tomas answered. “You’re so petite.”

Alex pouted. No guy had ever complained before. The tube landed on the bed next to him.

Tomas rolled him over and buried his head between Alex’s legs.

Alex moved around on the bed, moaning. “Ooh, your mouth is so warm.”

Tomas took his time savoring his cock sucking the head and licking the sides.

Alex closed his eyes and let the thrill of Tomas’s mouth and tongue bring him close to the edge. Call him foolish, but he’d never been so turned on or excited in his life. I’m in heaven. 

Alex reached down and eased his fingers into Tomas’s long, dark tresses. “You have great hair.” He opened his eyes and watched Tomas enjoy his cock.

Tomas lifted his head once Alex removed his fingers. “You taste good enough to eat.”

Alex chuckled. “Don’t do that. I’ll need my dick for other things.”

Tomas just smiled and went back to sucking him. His head bobbed up and down as he got into it.

A few minutes later, Alex couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted to hold out, but Tomas’s technique was just too good. “Ah, Tomas, I think I’m going to come. Um!” he moaned as cum seeped from the little slit and into Tomas’s mouth. “Ah!”

“Ooh, yummy,” Tomas said after he swallowed. He licked his lips.

Alex looked up, still panting while he tried to catch his breath. So sexy. He felt as loose as a goose.

Tomas rose over him. “I want to fuck you now.”

“Ooh,” Alex said. “Bring it on.”

The heat radiated from Tomas’s body and he gave off a delicious woodsy scent. It was probably his cologne or body wash or something. “Kiss me first and then I’ll think about letting you fuck me,” Alex teased.

The other man’s lips bore down on his and his tongue plunged into Alex’s mouth.

Oh, he’s a great kisser too. Alex clung to him, rubbing his body against Tomas’s. He dropped his hands between them and rubbed the man’s amazing chest. Tomas has enough hair for both of us.

“Your scent turns me on,” Tomas said. “Turn over.”

Alex obeyed, rolling over and kneeling. Tomas slid one finger inside his little hole. “Ah!” The warming sensation from the lube went throughout his body. Tomas inserted a second finger and moved them in and out of Alex. Alex’s cock began to harden again. He has me so turned on.

Tomas removed his fingers and positioned himself between Alex’s legs. He spread the cheeks and pushed the head against the hole.

“Oh! Shit!” Alex cried out as the head pushed through the tiny ring and then began its downward spiral into the little crevice. Tomas was so big, Alex feared he’d split him. “Oh!” He sounded like a wounded animal.

“Just relax, Alex. I know what I’m doing.” Tomas’s thrust sent in more of his thick staff.

Alex had never been with a man with a cock quite so long before. He moved around some so his body could accommodate him.

Tomas wrapped his body around Alex’s back. “You are so fricking hot.”


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