Monday, February 29, 2016

#BookReview #XansFiestyMate by #ElleBoon #Contemporary #Romance #Shifter

From My Guest Reviewer at Cariad Books- Heidi Rundle

We are back with another amazing spine tingling action pact sexy romance from the wonderful Elle Boon, This author never fails to amaze me…. she is utter magic. Anything she writes i just no i will fall deeper and deeper in love.

Breezy has always been in loved Xan Carmichael for as long as she can remember, but she has grown o so tired of simply trying to get him to just notice her. This has gone on long enough she is tired of it all and is ready to move on.

Xan has never wanted a mate after all he already has everything he wants and any lady he wants under him, but that all changes when someone tries to hurt the only woman who has called to him and his wolf, he is ready to rip the world and anyone and anything in his path apart to keep her safe.

The past seems to have a way of sneaking back in and well haunting your present, and well Breezy has just become the unfortunate focus of a psychotic killer.

Will Xan and the Iron Wolves be able to save Breezy in the kick of time? or will whoever is out there trying to end her life succeed?

Will this stubborn alpha be able to claim her in time?

OMG this book is amazing as soon as it appeared on my kindle I sat right down and didn’t budge all day even for food. I was so engrossed it was like I became a part of this world and story and maybe even in my mind a character.

-Heidi Rundle

Sunday, February 28, 2016

#BookReview #FrozenTerrain by #GracieMeadows #SFR #Futuristic #Romance

Hi everyone My name is Heidi and i confess i am a bookaholic..... now that is out of the way  :)    
I live and Breathe Romance Genre, as well as reviewing i run a successful Facebook page as well as two promo pages. I do a bit of everything and i do it all for free and for the love of my authors. 

A brand new series from the ever amazing Gracie Meadows, This book will have you on the edge of your seats all the way through.

I was amazed by this story line it was so different too Gracie normal style but it’s sooooo good scratch that it is amazing and it just goes to show that I will be a fan girl for life.

Jesse and William Geiger are your stereo typical roughnecks and they work in the Arctic circle of Alaska, on an oil rig, making life just a little different than the average person would. Not to mention the fact that they have no real type of personal life after all to have that you would need to take a bush plane an hour maybe two to the nearest city for any real fun. Living in their village with no name and it being filled with mainly working men, It all changes for them when they encounter someone who is recording their every move.

This sexy little woman has sassiness and attitude a mile long, but the brothers just don’t know whether they should deal with there pretty intruder first, or the cool ice princess who is threatening to thaw their o so frozen hearts.

Mackenzie Beel, or Mack as she prefers to be called, is a pure adrenaline junky she loves writing stories of all her marvellous adventures, of course they have too be accompanied with the most exciting and beautiful pictures. But when someone suggest to her a remote location so she could get the real feel of the true Alaskan life, she gets a whole lot more than she could have ever bargained for....

Saturday, February 27, 2016

#BlogTour #WolfsBlade by #ClareDargin #Paranormal #Erotic #Romance #Shifter

Wolf's Blade
The Paladins Book One


Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

Wolf's Blade

Author Clare Dargin
Series The Paladins
Book # 1
Genre Contemporary, Paranormal, Shifters, Wolves
Heat Level 4
Words 32,000
Content Notes Intense, Extreme Violence, Non-Sexual Physical Assault
Publication Date 12/28/2015


Callum Blake growled and grabbed his forearm. He opened his clenched fist as the nails on his hand morphed into long dark claws. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to shift. He pounded the tree and glanced up at the night sky and prayed in agony to the wolf goddess. He pleaded for help. He’d take anything she had to offer if it would provide even the smallest amount of relief.

Nothing. The pain continued. He shook his head and grimaced in an attempt to remove the fog that was starting to shroud his mind. He silently cried out to her again.

Why are you silent? You’re the reason I took this mission and now you’re allowing me to suffer? 
His frustration mingled with his physical pain, adding to his misery. The beast fought its way to the surface. He opened his mouth and howled. A mixture of a roar and a yell, it relieved some of the tension within him, but it did not drive away the urge to shift. Leaning against the tree, he dug his claws into the bark, burrowing deep grooves as he exerted his strength against the muscle contraction. His pulse pounded in his ears as sweat poured down on his face. Unlike his wolf self who resided peacefully inside of him, his lycan did not have the same kind of placating nature. It yielded only to the strongest of commands exerted to it from his mind. It was supposed to live in harmony just as his inner wolf, but it refused.

For wolf shifters, their human and wolf self were like two individuals abiding in one nature. One innately human, sharing some of the same abilities and desires as regular people only with keener senses and more powerful instincts. The other, their wolf side was wild and untamed. It acted on a gut responses, using its innate sixth sense to interact with the world around it. The wolf freely gave into its passions, choosing strength and cunning over calculated reasoning.

The lycan, however, was a being whose nature lived far beyond that of the wolf. Not present in all wolf shifters, it was like a curse of their wolf self causing them to revert to a primitive version of their wolf self. Acting on impulse and rage, the lycan did not use reason or soft emotions like joy, love, and happiness, it understood violence.

Erotic Excerpt 

He finished loading their bags into the truck and walked over to her and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss. It was both sweet and sexy, filled with the same passion he showed her the night before. She gave in to it, his heat, scent, and licorice taste. Heat surged through her, setting her nerves on fire. Her nipples puckered against her shirt and her pussy dripped moisture, wetting her panties.

“Mmmm,” Callum said, pulling away with a hiss. “I can taste your arousal.”

“I guess the alpha can wait a while longer,” she replied in between nipping his lips.

They chuckled as they ran inside the house. Stopping in the bedroom, they hurriedly undressed as their mouths hungrily kissed. She reached her hands out and grabbed his shoulders. She leaned onto him as her legs quaked beneath her. She blinked up at him and almost gasped at the glance he directed to her. His gaze was so intense, it glowed. Her skin prickled from her arousal. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. His wolf had power and that was so hot. Her breath shuddered. He kissed her shoulders and her neck, then sucked where he had kissed. Her nipples pebbled because of his touch, while her pussy gushed.

All rippling muscles and hard angles, he was a work of art. Her gaze traveled down his body, toward the stacks of defined muscle covering his abdomen. Her mouth watered at all that tight toned flesh. Her teeth ached to bite into the wall of hard muscle, to nip into the dense flesh.

He took the tip of each of her nipples, suckling them and pulling moans out of her. She fisted her hand around his cock and pumped. His body stiffened as pre-cum coated her fingers. She knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. Thick and long, she ran her mouth up and down its length, savoring his spicy taste.

She tipped her head forward, licking and sucking the thick cock, taking more of it into her mouth. She wanted to please him as much as he did her. She treasured the idea that she was able to make him so hard. Callum slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. She added suction as he pulled out while teasing the underside of his cock. She reveled in the small grunts he gave as he responded to her ministrations.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from his dick.

“Enough. Any more and I’ll come down your throat.”

“So, I don’t mind.”  Her own need to come pooled inside her.

“I do. I want to come inside your pussy.”


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Thursday, February 25, 2016

Great #Review for #Erotic #Romance #MerryChrisMas- #TheLovePlayMatchmakingService1" by ClareDargin

Cariad Books - a romance review site recently gave Merry Chris Mas- The Love Play Matchmaking Service - Four out of Five Hearts!

In her review she called the book addictive!  "...The author has an awesome and addictive style of writing one which makes me want too read her awesome book night after night..." Cariad Books - Four out of Five Hearts.

You can buy Merry Chris Mas at all e-book retailers including Amazon and Siren Bookstrand


Thursday, February 18, 2016

#Amazon Hiding #Reviews- Warning To Authors Who Write #Erotic #Romance And #Erotica Even #PNR

I just found this out in an e-mail from Night Owl Reviews.

New Amazon Update

Hi Reviewers, authors and the publishing industry,

Author D. Renee Bagby / Zenobia Renquist let us know that Amazon has implemented a new "Hide Reviews" system. After reading her letter I personally went to check our account and found we needed to change our settings as she directed. So a big thanks to Renee.

Please take a look at her letter below if you post reviews to Amazon are an author or have anything to do with reviews on Amazon.

The Night Owl Reviews Team

Check Your Privacy Settings

I just found out on FB that Amazon has a function to hide your reviews on what they deem "sensitive products," which translates to pretty much anything in the Romance section of the Kindle store, and especially stuff in the Erotica section, like Her Fantasy Reality.

Here's how to see if your reviews are being hidden:
- Log into Amazon
- Go to Your Account
- Scroll down to Personalization
- Click on Your Public Profile
At the bottom of the page will be an image that looks like this

- Click the "Privacy Settings" link
- Scroll down to the bottom of the page
- UNCLICK "Hide Sensitive Activity"
- Save

Now all your reviews should be visible to everyone as they were intended, because if you didn't want it to be seen, you wouldn't have left a review, right?

Spread the word to others, who might be affected.

Have a happy,
~ Renee

-Don't Let This Happen To You! 


It's About Time by #AJJarrett #PNR #Shifters #Wolves #Pack


Carson Thompson has been infatuated with Ryan Kline-Kemp since he was just a boy. The older he got the more his feelings grew but Ryan never returned them. When Ryan left Silver Creek four years ago, Carson gave up and moved on. He wasn’t going to wait around for something that was never going to happen.

Ryan always knew there was something special about Carson but he didn’t want to be tied down at such a young age. Ryan’s life hasn’t gone as he had hoped but once he sees Carson he knows this man holds his forever in the palm of his hand. He just has to pray Carson can forgive and forget.

Carson wants Ryan and he also wants to make the man suffer but the mating bond is growing stronger every day. Love is in the air but Carson isn’t ready to give in just yet. It’ll take Ryan proving his love before Carson can surrender his heart.

Story Excerpt

“Hey, little guy. Where are your parents?” Carson set his items on the shelf and knelt down in front of the little boy.

“Hi.” The little boy giggled as he took a step closer to Carson and reached out to lay his warm sticky hands on his cheeks. “You smell good.”

Carson opened his mouth to say something when he caught the sweet smell coming off of the little boy. Under the scent of a cherry sucker and grape juice he smelled like, as odd as it sounded, cake. His favorite kind of cake actually, Skyler’s homemade chocolate cake. It wasn’t a strong aroma but enough for Carson to smell. Underneath that he could sense the wild aroma of shifter. This little boy was like him.

“Well, little man, you smell good too.” Carson smiled as he stared at the little boy. “What’s your name?”

“Riley, I swear to god once I find you, I’m putting a leash on you.” The sound of an older man came from an aisle over.

“That’s daddy.” Riley started to giggle.

“You shouldn’t run off from him.” Carson tapped Riley on the nose. “It makes parents worry when they can’t find you.” Carson remembered doing that to his dads all the time when he was younger. It wasn’t that he meant to make them worry, he was just a curious little boy as Skyler liked to tell him.

“But I had to come find you.” Riley’s little blond brows knitted together.

“You had to find me?” Carson gave the little boy a curious look.

“Carson?” A loud booming voice sounded from the end of the aisle.

The strong aroma of his favorite cake slammed Carson in the face long before the recognition of who that voice belonged to. Carson wavered a little on his feet as he looked up. He felt as if someone had slapped him across the face with that strong scent. Carson slowly looked up at the approaching man.

He was tall with a thick muscular body. He had short blond hair and light blue eyes. The lines of the man’s face looked so sharp, Carson thought he might cut himself if he reached out to touch him. The man was magnificent yet eerily familiar.

“Carson, is that you?” The man stopped in front of him and Riley.

“Daddy!” Riley held his arms open for the large man hovering over them.

The man bent down, bringing with him a fresh wave of his alluring scent. This time Carson did lose his balance and had to grab the shelf beside him or fall on his ass.

“Baby boy, you need to stop running off like that.” The man lifted the boy into his arms and kissed him on the cheek. Riley giggled again. “Carson, are you all right?” The man held a hand out for him to take.

“Do I know you?” Carson stared at the hand but didn’t take it.

“Do I really look that much different?” The man laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “I guess four years can change a person.” The man eyed him up and down. “For the better.” His voice dropped a little as he gazed over Carson’s body.

It hit him like a brick to the face. Carson ignored the hand in front of him and climbed to his feet. All his arousal for this man’s smell was now gone, well, partially gone. Knowing exactly who this man was made his stomach sour.

“Long time no see, Ryan.” Carson narrowed his eye at Ryan. How dare he act like everything was normal? As if the last four years hadn’t happened.

“Daddy, I found him.” Riley’s sweet little voice pulled Carson from his thoughts of wanting to strangle Ryan. “Can we keep him?”

Suddenly what the little boy had been calling Ryan sunk in. His heart clenched in his chest and he really thought he was going to throw up in the middle of aisle five.

“He’s your son?” Carson looked at Riley. The resemblance was uncanny.

“Yeah, he is.” Riley kicked his legs and Ryan sat him down. The little boy ran in a circle around them.

Every time Ryan moved, he kicked the air up around him and that smell hit Carson again. His body hummed and his dick twitched in his pants. It was as if he was hit with a strong aphrodisiac. He could practically feel the heat pulsing off of Ryan’s hot and hard body.

What the fuck was going on here?

“Do you feel that?” Carson asked because he needed to know he wasn’t going crazy, that he wasn’t the only one affected by whatever the hell this was. He hadn’t been this attracted to anyone since, well ever.

“Carson, we need to talk.” Ryan took another step closer to him.

“No, stop, please.” Carson put a hand on Ryan’s chest to stop him, and that small touch made him gasp as if his hand had been burned. His body felt all tight and he thought he might shift into his wolf form. The wolf inside wanted out and Carson had a feeling he knew why. “Are we mates?” Carson asked in a low voice, his eyes burrowing into Ryan’s.

Carson’s dads had both told him about what a mate was and what would happen once he found his. The feelings were intense and he wouldn’t be able to think straight. Skyler had said it was like having a fever, but instead of feeling sick he’d be so aroused his head would feel as if it would pop off. That was exactly how he felt right now.

“We really should talk.” Ryan reached out to touch Carson on the shoulder, but he dodged the touch. It would be too much to handle to have Ryan’s hands on his body. “I need to explain a few things to you about”—Ryan looked from him down at Riley then up at Carson again —“all this.”


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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Back to the Sky by #KateyHawthorne #ScifiRomance #AirElemental


Rather than spend his first post-college summer on the beach with a hot boy and a margarita, Zane Woodward goes home. While the lectures aimed at getting him to be more respectable like his lawyer father aren’t appreciated, Zane wants to be near his sister and his best friend—both of whom he’s convinced need him.

Enter Geordie Finsen: the Buddhist, blue-haired, stacked house-sitter-next-door. Geordie has a penchant for parties, older women who can pay the bills, and younger men who can wear him out—and he may or may not be able to control the weather.

While Geordie and his philosophies start to disentangle Zane from his own expectations and hang-ups, they bring the two closer and closer, and their chemistry flares into a hot and heavy summer romance. But Geordie has hang-ups of his own, including an aversion to getting too attached to anyone or anything. When things get a little too heavy between him and Zane, his instinct to cut loose and run free is tested, and Zane’s plans for a perfect escape of his own might never get off the ground.

~Back to the Sky is the "air" in the Elementals project.~


“Girl scouts make great body shots.” Geordie yanked off his shirt, revealing a broad, defined series of muscles and grooves across his bare chest and stomach that made Zane sit up straighter and squeeze his legs together. The hair trailing from the center of Geordie’s chest down, past the sweet indentation of his navel, over the flat hardness of his lower belly, into his shorts, was scruffy and pale.

Zane almost laughed at himself. Of course it fucking was—what, had he expected it to be blue? Jesus. “A’ight. Let’s do it.”

Geordie threw his shirt at the sliding glass door, then pointed to Zane. “‘First you gotta lose the shirt.”

Zane complied. He wasn’t as cut as Geordie—with muscles that were more long, flat planes than defined in deep relief. He took care of himself, though, and it was sure as hell nothing to feel ashamed of.

“Then…” Geordie leaned over to rummage for the chocolate. When he found it, he sat up on his knees. “I’m not really into food play, by the way. I just kind of want to lick you.”

Zane thought, Holy shit, is this really happening? Zane said, “Read my mind, man.”

“Don’t move,” said Geordie. “Stay just like that.”

Zane stilled, hands pressing hard into the clay tiles beneath him. Geordie threw one leg over his lap and sat straddling his thighs, facing him. The smell of clean sweat filled Zane’s head, overpowering the peppermint. When Geordie leaned forward, looming over him, Zane rolled his head to one side, offering up his neck.

Something wet and cold hit his collarbone, and Zane lifted his shoulder to form a deeper cup. It filled with chocolate, cooling his overheated skin; a little line of it dripped down his chest onto his jeans.

He wrestled down a sudden shudder as it tried to race through his body. Goose bumps broke out, and his nipples hardened.

Geordie placed his hands at Zane’s middle, thumbs sinking into his jeans. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and— Jesus Christ, look at him stick that fine ass up in the air like a goddamn cat in heat.

Geordie licked up his pec, cleaning up the little chocolate trail before more could drip off. Raff was right. I so want to smash in that back door. Fffffffuuuuuuuuu—

The thought never completed, as by that time, Geordie was sucking at his collarbone, licking, sucking some more, licking again, cleaning it out. Zane’s nipples perked even tighter; his fingers and toes tingled. His dick grew too heavy to hide, and fast. He curled up his fingers, forming fists to try and keep him from grabbing for the fine-ass man in his lap. His throat clenched as he bit back a little groan, swallowed it whole.

Geordie sat up, snagged a shot glass from the ground next to his knee, dropped the contents into his mouth, and began shaking his head.

Gently this time, but it still meant there was now a vibrating fine-ass man spread out over Zane, the backs of his thighs pressing into the tops of Zane’s, the flat of his belly, the button of his fly, the mouthwatering bulge behind it, all inviting Zane to touch, stroke, play. Zane uncurled his hands and ran his fingertips through the trail of hair between Geordie’s navel and the waist of his shorts. His skin was warm all over, like it held the sunshine.

Geordie swallowed and settled his ass against Zane’s thighs again. He dragged the back of his hand over his mouth and said, “You made it taste better.”

Zane sank two fingers into the front of Geordie’s shorts and pulled, just a little. Not enough to actually bring him forward.

Just enough to let him know he wanted to.

Geordie grinned and edged forward. Zane tilted his face up, and again Geordie went with it, tilting his face and pressing his lips to Zane’s. They were soft, as soft as they looked, sticky and sweet with chocolate and peppermint. Zane licked at the full lower lip, sucked at it, then started a new kiss. Geordie’s lips parted under his, and he scooted his ass up Zane’s thighs until they were that close to optimum dry-hump position. One of Zane’s hands stayed between them, running up and down the flat of Geordie’s belly, tickling; the other slipped around his waist, held him close, ran over the curve of that ass.

Geordie hummed a little, closed off the kiss, and let his forehead rest against Zane’s. Zane’s breath had gone heavy, his chest tight and his heart thumping. A little wind picked up and ruffled his hair, and he vaguely thought it might cloud up again, rain on them. He was fresh outta fucks to give, apparently.

“You want to try?” Geordie asked.

Zane could think of a couple of things he wanted to try right then, yeah.



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Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of superpowered romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. (Or, possibly, because the only degree she holds is in the history of art.) Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in Ohio. In her spare time she enjoys comic books, B-movies, loud music, Epiphones, and Bushmills.


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Saturday, February 13, 2016

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Flying High by #StormyGlenn

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn Ménage ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]


When Joseph and Samuel Lake spot their mate while running through the woods, they know they can't leave without him. They have been looking for him their entire lives, but convincing the gorgeous man that they want him was turning out to be a lot harder than finding him.

Matthew Brooks knows he isn't the world's best catch. He's a little more plump than he'd like and has a very boring life as a paralegal. Finding two men that seem interested in him at the same time thrusts him firmly into fantasy land.

When someone starts coming after Matt, getting him to Pacific Cove seems like the safest idea, but to do that, they will have to explain to the man about bear shifters and mates and all that entails...and that might cause them to lose their mate faster than an assassin's bullet.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.


Oh, this wasn’t good. A pissed off Tony was never a good thing. He wasn’t outright physical, but the man could hold a grudge for weeks, and he never forgot when he felt slighted by someone. If he held Matt responsible, Matt’s life was just about to become very uncomfortable.


He had just gotten back into Tony’s good graces from the last time he had screwed up by funding this little camping trip. It had taken him three weeks to get Tony and the others to agree to go camping. Matt hated camping, but he hated being the odd man out even more.

This time when Tony pushed past him, the force behind his bump made Matt drop the bag of garbage he was gathering. Matt’s lips thinned as he reached down and picked up the bag and the garbage that had spilled out of it.

So, it had begun.

Matt prayed Tony would find something else to do soon because he knew he was in the man’s crosshairs for the foreseeable future. He’d be lucky to make it home in one piece.

Matt saw Tony headed down to the river with the dishes. He set the bag of garbage aside and hurried to go help. Maybe he could head Tony’s snit off before it began. “Here, I can do that,” Matt said when he reached the man’s side.

“What?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And have your boyfriend read me the riot act? I don’t fucking think so.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Matt could only wish.

“Well, it sure as shit seemed like it to me.” Tony was really angry. His nostrils were flaring and Matt could see the muscles in his arms clenching. Matt needed to defuse this quick.

“Tony, I can do this.” Matt reached for the pans again. “Really. You don’t have to.”

“Are you saying I can’t wash a few pots and pans?”


“No, of course not.” Matt mentally backtracked as fast as he could. “I just wanted to help.”

“You’ve been enough help,” Tony snapped as he gave Matt a shove hard enough to make him stumble back.

Matt flapped his arms, trying to catch his balance. It did him no good. He screamed as he lost his balance and fell back into the river. He could hear Tony’s laughter as the cold water closed over him and he sank down into its dark depths.

For a moment, Matt simply floated, looking up toward the brightness he could see flickering just beyond the top of the water. The light twinkled in the gentle waves of the water. There was a peaceful quality to it that made Matt wonder if he should just stay where he was until the light faded completely away.


He still needed to get a cat.

Matt held his breath as he started swimming toward the light. Just before his head broke the surface, something grabbed him and propelled him up. Matt’s drew in a hard breath as soon as his head was above the water. When he started coughing, he was patted on the back until he could draw in a clean breath without choking.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Matt waved his hand to get Joe to stop pounding on his back. If the man kept smacking him, he’d have another reason to have a problem breathing—a broken back. Joe probably didn’t know his own strength.

“I almost didn’t get to you in time.”

Matt glanced up at Joe, confused by the anguish thickening the man’s tone. Before he could voice his confusion, he was grabbed and yanked against Joe’s massive chest.

“Forgive me, Matt,” Joe whispered. “I should have been faster.”

“Um, okay.” Matt held himself rigid in Joe’s arms, not knowing exactly what was going on. He liked being held in the big man’s arms, and he especially liked being pressed against Joe’s muscular chest, but handsome or not, the guy was a stranger. “I’m fine.”

“You almost weren’t,” Joe said as he leaned back. His lips thinned into an angry line when he glanced back toward the camp. “He pushed you on purpose.”

“Tony?” Matt had a very bad feeling about the anger in Joe’s amber eyes. “He was just goofing off. It was an accident. He didn’t mean any harm.”

Tony just didn’t think sometimes before he acted.

As much as he wanted to stay wrapped up in the handsome man’s arms...Matt pushed away until Joe released him and then he stood. “I’m soaked.”

“Yes, you should change before you catch a chill.” Joe stood as well, and then started rubbing his hands up and down Matt’s arms. “Humans are so vulnerable to the cold.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Humans?”

What the hell was Joe talking about?

Joe paled and went still. “I mean...uh...humans that aren’t used to being in the great outdoors. People can get hypothermia very easily, you know, especially if they get wet.”

Something told Matt that Joe wasn’t telling the truth, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know the man, which meant he really shouldn’t be enjoying having the man’s hands on him quite so much.
Matt forced himself to step away. It might have been the hardest thing he had ever done. Drawing in a breath he sent Joe a smile. “Thank you for pulling me out of the water.”

“I should have—”

“Enough.” Matt chuckled. “I’m fine, really. A little cold, but that can be fixed with a change of clothes.”

“I’ll walk you to your tent.” Joe shot Tony another angry glare as he wrap his hand around Matt’s arm. “I wouldn’t want you to accidently fall into the river again.”

Matt frowned. Did Joe just growl at Tony?


Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he was flipped over onto his hands and knees, Joe kneeling by his head, Sam kneeling behind him.

“You want to feel my big, thick cock in your ass, stretching you wide?” Sam asked his tone silky smooth. He pressed a tip of his finger against Matt’s tight hole. “I’m going to shove my dick right in here.”

“Yesss,” Matt hissed as he pushed back on Sam’s finger.

He heard the cap snap and was really glad someone had brought lube. He hadn’t. Matt gasped when he felt Sam’s hands at his ass, spreading his cheeks as he pushed a finger into him, moving it around several times before adding a second one, then a third, stretching him quickly.

“Sam,” he cried out when he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I want to hear you scream, Matt.”

Scream? He couldn’t breathe, let alone scream. Sam was asking the impossible.

Joe’s strong arms held Matt up as he pushed his head under him to catch a hard nipple with his teeth. Joe helped him hold his weight, splayed as he was, with his hard hands beneath his chest. The strong suction, strong nips and rasping tongue on his aching nipples was driving Matt crazy.

Matt tossed his head as he panted for breath. Sam’s fingers were working further into his ass, spilling fire and hot, dark rapture as he slowly stretched him, his fingers spreading inside Matt to part the heated passage.

“Joe is going to fuck your sweet little mouth, Matt,” Sam promised Matt, his voice rough from his lust. “After I work my cock up your sweet ass, he’s going to take that sweet mouth of yours. You’ll be stretched and full, baby, both of us working you, fucking you.”

Sam’s explicit words caused Matt’s body to bow involuntarily as he pushed against the fingers invading his ass.

“Oh yeah, baby, you want it, don’t you?” Pleasure filled Sam’s deep raspy voice. “You want to be taken, filled and fucked like the sweet treasure you are.”

His voice was awed, enraptured, as though it were Matt was giving him a gift, rather than the other way around. As Sam spoke, Joe knelt in front of him, his cock standing out proudly from his body.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, baby,” Sam said. “Your hot little ass is all raised up and ready for me. You look so damn sexy.”

Sam replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly easing his thick length inside of Matt’s ass, stretching him until pleasure seared him and held him immobile as Sam worked his massive cock deeper, inch by glorious inch.

Matt whimpered.

Sam was fucking huge!

“It’s okay, honey,” Joe soothed as Matt bucked, his eyes tearing from the pain, though he didn’t want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. “Don’t fight it, Matt,” Joe urged. “Sam’s cock is thick, baby, but not too thick. You can take it.”

“Matt, are you okay, baby?” Matt could hear the strain in Sam’s voice, the hot vibrating vein of lust and possession, caring and tenderness.

“Please,” he gasped as Sam halted the slow thrusts. The head of Sam’s cock had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as Matt fought to accustom himself to the large cock filling him.

“More, baby?” Sam asked as his hand smoothed down Matt’s back.

“More,” he cried out, his hips easing back on the incredibly thick shaft. “More. Please, Sam. More.”

Just as Sam began to ease further inside of him, Matt felt the tip of Joe’s cock rub across his lips. Matt opened up to swallow Joe’s cock down to the root. Wrapping his lips around the head of Joe’s dick, he began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed.

“Oh hell,” Joe groaned. “Suck me, honey, suck me good.”

Matt winked up at Joe before working his tongue over him, sucking him, his tongue running around the edge of the engorged head. Joe began to thrust his hips towards Matt’s face, and cried out when Matt played with his balls. Matt just relaxed his throat muscles, letting Joe fuck his mouth.

A slow, steady stroke had Sam filling his ass completely, his hard groan as he sank into Matt to his balls echoed through the woods. Matt was crying out repeatedly now, his muscles clenching around Sam’s cock, his body accepting the pain as a torturous pleasure he couldn’t deny any longer.
His hips moved against Sam, driving him deeper. Matt screamed around Joe’s cock as Sam paused with just the pulsing head of his cock inside his aching entrance before he pulled back, then pushed forward again.

Sam thrust harder inside Matt. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Matt would have protested, but he lost his ability to speak. Joe began to push his hard cock into Matt’s mouth in tiny, tiny increments, almost as if he was trying to torture himself or drag the pleasure out.

Reality ceased to exist.


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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Bear Essentials by #StormyGlenn. #PNR #Shifters


Bear shifter Rob Colton is excited about the future, and after graduating, he is ready to start the next phase of his life. He never expects that life to include a frightened young man that darts out in front of his truck. But one whiff of Casey's sweet smell and Rob knows his future was going to be brighter than ever. He has found his true mate.

Orphaned at an early age, Casey Newton has been bounced from foster home to foster home, never quite finding a place to call his own. When a big burly man decides Casey is his true mate, the cold and lonely world Casey grew up in begins to change. For once in his life, someone wants him.
But wanting someone and keeping them safe are two very different things. When the man that has terrorized Casey for most of his life comes after him again, can Casey trust Rob to protect him or will he be tossed away like he has every other time in his life? And will the bond between mates be strong enough to withstand losing everything they hold dear?



Rob grinned when he heard his best friend’s unique ring tone blare on his phone. He tapped his Bluetooth earpiece, connecting him to the call. “Yo, dude, we did it.”

“Right?” Billy Ray Jenson replied.

“I can’t believe it’s finally over.”

“Yeah, man, school sucked.”

Rob couldn’t agree more.

“We still meeting out by the river tonight?” He couldn’t wait to celebrate.

He had wanted to drop out of school when he turned eighteen and go to work fulltime in his father’s construction company. His parent’s made him stay in school, and now he was glad they did, but the last few months had been the hardest.

Unlike the rest of the known universe, shifters had to attend an additional three years of school. Most humans assumed it was some sort of advanced college courses, and maybe that was true to some extent. The courses they took taught them about their bear history. It taught them how to control their beasts when they were faced with violence or situations that forced their bear to the surface.
It taught them how to be better bears.

“You know it.”

“You and Jed grab the beer,” Rob said. “I’ll bring some steaks.”


Billy Ray was a man of few words, at least few comprehensible words.

“I need to swing by the house and grab few things then I’ll head out to the river.” And he wanted to talk to his parents now that he had finished school. He wanted to go to work for his father fulltime. He had been dreaming of working side by side with his dad since he was seven years old and picked up his first hammer.

“See you out there.” Rob chuckled as he disconnected the call. He was still reeling from the fact that he had finally graduated. It felt like he had been attending school forever and he had finally been set free. His bear wanted to roar.

“Holy fucking shit!” Rob slammed on the breaks, his eyes rounding as his truck slid to a stop mere inches from the small figure racing across the road in front of him.

Wide eyes the color of the warm caramel and edged with kohl peered up at him over the hood of the truck, big fat tears dripping from them down pale white cheeks. Time seemed to stand still as Rob sank into those big liquid eyes, drowning in them.

Then the man blinked, his dark thick eyelashes sweeping over his pale tear stained cheeks as he huddled further into his dark grey hoodie. He turned and started across the road again, the moment broken.

Rob stared after the lone figure, stunned by the overpowering emotions suddenly running rampant through him. He didn’t understand why his stomach clenched at the sight of those tears or why his dick became so hard he could have punched a hole through a steel plate.

But he was going to find out.

Rob growled as he drove his truck to the side of the road and turned the engine off. He jumped out of the truck and raced after the little man, catching sight of him hurrying down a dirt path on the side of the road that led into the woods.

He quickly caught up with his prey, barely panting from exertion. He grabbed the guy’s arm, his eyebrows shooting up when the guy instantly dropped to the ground and curled into himself.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” the man whimpered as he covered his head with his arms.

Rob growled, his gaze snapping back and forth as he scanned his immediate surroundings for signs of danger. Spotting nothing out of place, Rob lifted his nose and drew in a lungful of air. He smelled the forest—trees and dirt and the slightly musty smell of dead leaves.

And apples…cinnamon and apples.

Rob frowned in confusion. If he didn’t know better, he’d think someone was out in the middle of the woods baking an apple pie. God, he loved apple pie. It was without a doubt his favorite desert next to honey.

Nothing tasted better than honey.

Dismissing his wild thoughts, Rob turned his attention back to the man cowering on the ground at his feet. A deep mind numbing rage began to take hold of him when he noticed the bruises showing up through the rips in the man’s hoodie. There was even a trickle of blood at the corner of the man’s mouth, no doubt due from the cut on his fat lip.

Someone had worked this poor guy over, and hard.

Rob squatted down next to the smaller man. Jeez, he had to outweigh him by at least a hundred pounds if not more. The little thing was all skin and bones.

And bruises, there were a shitload of bruises.

“What happened, cub?” Rob spoke in his gentlest voice, which wasn’t easy when his usual tone was deep and rough. It matched his looks. He was big and fierce and made like a brick shit house. And for once in his life, he wished he wasn’t so intimidating.

The poor thing was going to shake apart.

“Sshhh, it’s okay.” Rob tried to sooth the man by rubbing his back. “You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you.”

When a little of the tension eased in the man’s body, Rob lifted him up into a sitting position, surprised by how easily he could move the guy. He had lifted heavier bags of cement.

Big liquid brown eyes peeked up at Rob through a fall of honey blond hair. Rob reached down and gingerly touched the man’s swollen bottom lip, grimacing at the wince of pain that crossed the guy’s face.

“What happened to you, cub?”

“They took my bike.” The words were whispered in the sweetest voice Rob had ever heard. It wrapped around him like a blanket of tranquility he had never felt in all his years. If he had been a cat he would have purred.

He wasn’t a cat.

“Who took your bike, cub?”

“Casey,” the man said as his eyes flickered up for a moment before darting away. “My name is Casey Newton, not cub.”

Rob chuckled at the small flicker of defiance he could see in those warm caramel brown eyes. He knew who Casey was. While they didn’t run in the same circles, Rob had seen the man around town. He might not have known his name until now, but he knew who Casey was.

“I like cub.”

And he liked this particular cub. The draw to cradle Casey in his arms and hold him close, protecting him from all the evils in the world was riding him hard. Rob had felt the same way each time one of his siblings came into the world, just never to this magnitude.

He’d kill a rock for his mate…



Rob fisted a handful of Casey's hair and pulled gently until the man's head was tilted back and then he lowered his head, pressing their mouths together in a gentle kiss.

There was a quality to kissing Casey that was unparalleled to anyone Rob had kissed in the past. Casey didn't just press his lips to someone's and move them around a little bit. He leaned into the kiss and put his entire body into it.

It was a kiss for his tired soul to melt into.

As his tongue explored at its leisure, Rob gently stroked the lissome body pressed against him. Needing just a little bit more, Rob slid his tongue inside the warm heat of Casey’s mouth, tasting him, devouring what the man had to offer.

As he pulled back, he nipped Casey's bottom lip with his teeth.

"I ache, Rob." As if to emphasize his words, Casey rubbed against Rob, leaving no doubt as to what he meant. Casey's cock was like a steel rod in his pants.

Rob swallowed hard as the lust igniting in his gut burned away his ability to breath. He glanced toward the kitchen where he could hear his parents talking in low voices. He knew he would get his head handed to him if he took Casey upstairs and claimed him as he really wanted to do. But that didn't mean he couldn't take the edge off until he could.

He lifted Casey up in his arms and carried him out of the living room and down the hallway to the guest bathroom. He stepped inside and set Casey down on the bathroom counter before turning back and locking the door.

Once he turned back to Casey, he leaned in for another kiss. Their lips met again but this time it wasn't the slow tender and gentle thing it had been before. This time it was out of control, maddeningly frantic, needy. Blood pounded in his brain, leapt from his heart, and made his knees tremble.

Casey’s skin was flushed, his beautiful face transformed by the flush of desire. Rob hadn’t thought Casey could get any better-looking, but staring down at the man, he knew he had been wrong. His mate was breathtaking.

He was one lucky bear.

Rob leaned forward, inhaling Casey’s scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the scent of cinnamon and apples. The sweet fragrance rushed back into Rob in a wave of intoxication. Smelling Casey was hardening his cock. Rob loved the smell of the man, was addicted to his delicious flavor.

There was a pull that was almost maddening in his mind. Rob wanted to sink deep into the man’s soul and never come out. It was a need so strong that Rob let it wash over him and carry him under.
He glanced down at his mate, staring as he snaked his hand into Casey’s jeans and massaged the heated flesh tenting up his pants. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Rob’s fingers.

Lifting his hand to his mouth, Rob sucked his fingers in, the tangy taste rolling over his taste buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Casey’s pants, chasing the material down Casey’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.

Casey lay there on the counter, stunningly naked, exposed to Rob’s appreciative eyes. He drank the man in as he pushed Casey’s thighs apart.

He found himself wanting to rub his scent all over Casey again. The urge was strong, compelling him to lean forward until his stomach was touching Casey’s erection. He rubbed his body over Casey’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.

“Rob?” Casey asked.

Rob grinned as he dropped down until his head was even with Casey’s weeping cock. He licked a path down Casey's abdomen to his cock. He nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Casey’s pre-cum.

Casey groaned out his pleasure as Rob swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Rob laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Casey’s desires.

“Please,” Casey hissed as he gripped the edge of the counter top until his knuckles turned white.

Rob placed Casey's feet on his shoulders and then pushed his knees apart. He wished he had a camera to take a picture of what was most definitely the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His jeans became tight, quickly growing uncomfortable.

Rob splayed his fingers over Casey's nicely rounded ass cheeks and pulled them apart before abandoning the man's cock and lowering his head to lick at his tight puckered hole. The high keening cry that came from his mate made Rob's bear rumble. The desire to take Casey and claim him was riding him hard and it was all Rob could do to keep his bear at bay.

He concentrated on pleasing his mate, which seemed to satisfy his bear. Making sure he left plenty of spittle behind, Rob swallowed the man's cock again. At the same time, he pushed his finger into Casey's ass, curving his finger up to reach that special spot.

Casey bucked, driving his cock deep. Rob sucked harder. He wanted, needed, his lover's seed in his mouth. When Casey cried out and filled Rob's mouth with his release, Rob swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of his lover's cream.

Rob fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, frantic. His balls burned, and at this intensity, Rob knew he wasn’t going to last long. He jumped to his feet and shoved his jeans down his thighs. Grabbing his aching shaft, Rob began pumping his hand at a frantic rate.


Rob's eyes snapped to Casey. He felt his balls draw up tight to his body when the man lifted his hoodie up to his throat, baring his stomach and chest. "Come on me. I want to smell like you."
His mate's simple request was all it took for Rob to find his release. Rob came with an incoherent, hoarse shout. He spurted hot jets of cum all over Casey's naked skin, marking him in a way that every bear would understand.


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Friday, February 5, 2016

Whiskers of a Chance by Tempeste O'Riley

Whiskers of a Chance
by Tempeste O’Riley
Genre: M/M Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Formats: eBook & Paperback
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Ford
Release Date: September 30, 2015
Length: Novel


Jason Grant runs his own IT business from home, owns his own home, and has the best friend he could imagine. What he doesn’t have, or believe he will ever have, is love. When Jason catches a glimpse of his new neighbor on moving day, his libido ignites and his fascination in piqued. He even manages to concoct an excuse to go over and meet the man who makes him hope and want for more than he has in years.

Keith Skyler is a shifter in a world where his kind is known to only a few, but they don’t often mix and they never mate. Keith has been hoping for a mate since before he can remember, but gay lynx don’t have true mates. As far as he knows, they don’t have mates at all. However, while moving his little family across Seattle—and away from their tribe—his reality tips and spins more than he thought possible.

When these two men meet over a dish of five-cheese broccoli-noodle casserole, sparks fly. Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give both of them their chance at love?


Keith’s body pressed against his back. Without thinking, he leaned back into the warmth and strength now surrounding him. He’d caught a whiff of the man’s earthy scent before, but now it seemed as though it poured off him, seeping into every nerve and thought Jason had.

“Why?” Jason breathed, unsure what to do next. He knew what he looked like, and at just a touch under six feet tall, with somewhat dirty blond hair cut in a conservative, business look, and lackluster hazel eyes, he couldn’t believe a man with Keith’s rugged, model-worthy looks could really want him.

“I think it was the serious look on your face as you watched us unload.” He felt a shrug against his back. “Or maybe the activity you got up to later was what caught my eye. But either way, I was hoping you’d come over soon.”

Keith traced his ear with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers through Jason’s suddenly superheated body. “A-act-tivity?” Jason asked. He hadn’t thought anyone could see him.

Keith pressed against him tight, letting Jason feel how hard he was—and how big. Damn! “Oh yeah. I dreamed about you, about taking you in this very kitchen.”

This couldn’t be happening. Keith wanted him too? “And what did you p-picture us doing?”

“I’d rather show you,” Keith whispered into his ear before sucking the lobe into his hot, wet mouth and biting gently.

Jason nearly came just from that little action. “Oh God.” He whimpered, pushing back and rubbing his butt against Keith’s rigid cock. “You—I— Oh, please,” he choked out.

He never did things like this, but right then, all he could think about was how perfect Keith would feel deep inside him, filling him, taking him right there on the counter.

Keith spun him around to face him so fast Jason got dizzy. He looked up, confused, before Keith took his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss that stole his breath and what was left of his thoughts. His world condensed down to the sweet bite of teeth and the wet slide of Keith’s searching tongue as he mapped and ate at Jason’s mouth. He was vaguely aware of moans and pleading whimpers, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the man currently devouring his very soul.

Keith’s fingers dug into his hip, hard enough he knew he’d have bruises later—a thought that brought more heat to his passion and joy to his battered heart. He snaked his other hand up to Jason’s head, his fingers threading through Jason’s short hair, and tugged enough to drive his want and need higher. Keith used his grip on Jason’s hair to tilt his head to the side and back, eliciting more breathy sounds from Jason. Keith kissed down his neck, nipping as he went.

He rubbed his cheek against Jason’s and demanded roughly, “Tell me I can have you. Right here. Right now.”

Before he could make his mouth work, Keith bit him, sinking his teeth into the flesh where his neck and shoulder met. Instead of saying yes, as he’d intended, Jason keened high and loud, the sound echoing through the kitchen. Keith swiped his tongue over the now-tender skin before kissing his way back up his neck.

“I need to hear you say it. And as much as I love the sounds you’re making, you have to answer me. Now.”

The deep, rumbling words edged him closer to oblivion. God, but he loved a man who knew what he wanted during sex. “Y-yes,” he panted and rocked his trapped dick against Keith’s. “Please, yes.”

The possibility for any more words was cut off when Keith plunged his tongue back inside Jason’s mouth, grinding their cocks together as he thrust in a way Jason hoped Keith would soon be doing a bit lower.


Other Books By Tempeste:

♥ Designs of Desire ♥ Bound by Desire ♥ Desires’ Guardian ♥ Temptations of Desire ♥ Truth in Lace ♥ ♥ ♥ Grand Adventures ♥ Hope & Love ♥ Caged Sanctuary ♥ ♥

About the Author:

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since. Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters.

Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, Rainbow Romance Writers, and WisRWA.

Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at

The Vampire's Coqui by Evelise Archer

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]


Diablo loves his ranch, his horses, and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant and a one hundred and fifty year old vampire who desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.

Newly graduated from Veterinary School, Kristoph Karlisle answers the Vet Needed ad for the C & L Ranch. The little coquí shifter is better suited for the warmer climate and eagerly heads south towards a new job—and his fated mate.

Diablo hopes his mate is as open-minded as the other residents of the C & L Ranch, where hog tying takes on a whole new meaning.
A Siren Erotic Romance


Kristoph’s heart skipped a full beat or maybe two and the sweat trickled down his back at the bomb just dropped on his lap. The polo shirt began to stick to him and he hoped his deodorant did the job. Diablo Rivera-Calderon was an imposing figure of a man. Sexy, wore a pair of jeans as if they’d been painted on, Kristoph’s new boss, and oh yeah—his mate. Never did Kristoph think he’d move hours away from his current home not only for a job but also to find his mate—life mate as Diablo called him. Coquíes did not necessarily mate for life nor believe in life mates. They knew mates existed and from the moment Kristoph laid eyes on Diablo his scent called to him and he knew the attraction strong, but a life mate?

Usually coquí unions were arranged by the parents or some older relative for the sake of procreation and keeping their shifter population thriving. They rarely mated outside the species. Kristoph’s parents were a perfect example. Their marriage had been arranges and they brought six children into the world. Unlike their animal counterpart which laid up to twenty five eggs per year, the shifter coquí usually had a child every year and a half. Kristoph sometimes wondered if they only stayed together out of habit, and because it was expected 

He certainly didn’t think they loved each other and when they tried to arrange a marriage for him, Kristoph left his island home of Puerto Rico for the sunnier pastures of Florida. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, a scholarship from the University of Pennsylvania to study paid off in more than one way. The weather may not have been what he’d originally sought, but now relocating to Virginia…

Confused, Kristoph wondered if all the ramblings of his parents about survival and procreation was just their way to keep him in line, especially once he told them he was gay. They were appalled and screamed it was his duty to marry a nice coquí-shifter girl and keep the species thriving. Once his parents informed him they had an arranged marriage for him, Kristoph left and never looked back. Lies. Everything they told him—lies.

“I don’t know if I believe in life mates.” Kristoph had a hard time looking Diablo in the eyes. He already didn’t want to disappoint his mate. “My parents always told me coquíes married for procreation, rarely love. We only bred with each other.”

“Cariño, I can’t speak for your parents, but I can sure as hell tell you with one hundred percent assuredness, you are my mate. A vampire’s nose is never wrong, nor hearing, and you smell like sunshine and sea salt.” 

Kristoph kept his eyes transfixed on their joined hands and the slight caress of Diablo’s finger on his wrist.

“But what if you’re wrong and I’m not the man for you. Are you even gay?” whispered Kristoph.

Slight pressure on his chin forced his face up, and he peered into Diablo’s eyes. Kristoph saw Diablo’s dark pupils dilate with conflicting emotion, understanding and lust.

Kristoph inhaled before speaking again. “Are you? Gay?”

“Yes, I am, but even if I wasn’t, a mate is a mate. And we never forsake a mate. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Kristoph timidly shrugged his shoulder at Diablo’s words. “You are it for me, Dr. Kristoph Karlisle. My life mate. And no matter how long it takes, I will prove myself to you.”

Kristoph watched the man’s plump lips as he spoke. A shudder passed through Kristoph’s body at the inflection in Diablo’s voice. The man was determined to convince him of his sincerity and tenacity of their mating. A surge of pride flowed in Kristoph, knowing someone thought him so important. Kristoph licked his lips, his throat dry like the Sahara as he swallowed. He needed a drink of the lemonade but he feared moving, not wanting to break the spell.


“One of us is a tad bit overdressed.” Kristoph sat transfixed at the beacon—Diablo’s dick—that led the way to the bed. Brought out of his trance, Kristoph found himself yanked to the foot of the bed by his ankles. A sharp claw protruded from Diablo’s finger and swept up one side of his khakis and down the other, underwear included. Clothes ripped off and naked from the waist down, Kristoph suddenly felt very vulnerable.


“I’m sorry, cariño, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I promise to replace the pants.” The bed dipped, Diablo’s body surrounding his as he crab-crawled to the head of the bed.

“Shirt, please, unless you want to lose that, too.” Kristoph whipped the polo over his head and unceremoniously tossed it on the floor. Naked, his tan skin was a contrast to his pale lover.

“Beautiful.” Kristoph smiled at Diablo’s compliment.

Kristoph’s flesh goose bumped as Diablo’s wicked tongue grazed across each nipple and down his sternum to his belly button. An unmanly giggle escaped as that tongue dipped into his belly button and swirled. Oh, to have that killer tongue on his cock.

He was soon pleasantly surprised when Diablo lapped at the pre-cum pooled on the tip of his dick.

“Oh fuck, Diablo. Please, Sir.” The honorific slipped from his lips so easily. To have a master as special and sexy as Diablo made his heart soar.

Kristoph wanted to scream the slower Diablo licked him, suckling his balls and then dipping his tongue into the slit of his bulbous head. Diablo repeated the action and Kristoph searched for all the patience he could muster. He scrunched his eyes shut and tightly grasped the sheets. Movement made him open his eyes and he peered up, face to face with Diablo’s green eyes.

“Let’s take the edge off, or I can guarantee once I get into your tight ass, I won’t last long.” Kristoph shuddered, the feel of his mate’s body aligned next to his, combining their sweat and masculinity. 

Moving to his side and sliding down slightly, he lined his cock next to Diablo’s. The vampire’s large callused hand wrapped around both their dicks. The pre-cum, which oozed from the two slits, eased the way for the man to stroke them effortlessly—up and down, twisting the knobs ever so slightly, catching more of the drippings.

Kristoph panted, his breath ragged and mouth agape. Moans of pleasure emanated from him as the hunky vampire brought them close to completion.

Timing the movement of his hips with the slide of Diablo’s hand, his cock skimmed along the velvety steel of Diablo’s dick.

“Close, Diablo, so close.” As if the man knew just what he needed, Diablo’s pinky pressed into his slit, creating a volcanic eruption of cum. The vampire continued to milk both of them, Diablo’s orgasm mere seconds behind. Their combined scents and spent seed covered their bellies. Diablo’s rhythmic circling of their cum on Kristoph’s stomach brought forth a faint smile and chuckle.

“That was…nice.” Kristoph turned his head into the crook of Diablo’s neck and kissed him lightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” He felt safe in the strong sinewy arms wrapped around him like a protective covering.

“You know, I do need pants, though, before we go downstairs to eat.”

* * * *

Diablo was a happy vampire. Light snores and wispy breaths came from the man presently relaxed and asleep in his arms. His mate. The only thing that would make this moment better would be if Diablo had fucked and bitten Kristoph, sealing them together forever. Soon enough.

Diablo nuzzled the top of his mate’s head. The tendrils soft against his face, his hair smelled like coconut with the underlying scent of sunshine.

His little coquí had a beautiful body, sleek and compact. The man couldn’t be taller than five feet seven inches. Only a slight hint of his island ancestry, his skin radiated peaches and cream. He twirled his finger in the long shoulder-length shaggy blond hair—streaks of chocolate brown sporadically placed.

“Hey.” Kristoph’s sleep-ridden voice whispered across Diablo’s collarbone. “I must have dozed off.”

“No worries, cariño, I’ll never balk at the chance to have you in my arms. How about we wash the dried cum off and go eat. Then we can discuss our true mating.”

“Perfect.” A quick shower, a change of clothes, and now the forgotten dinner.
Diablo reheated each of their plates, and they ate side by side in companionable silence. The last plátano eaten, Diablo pushed his dish aside and reached for Kristoph’s hand.

“When we mate, I’ll bite you in the neck and suck your life’s blood—just enough until I can feel you in my system, as my seed spills into you. Then I’ll bite my wrist, and let you drink from me. We’ll feel our beings, our souls melding into one, and then our mating is complete. My parents are life mates, and they’ve always told me it’s an intensely satisfying and erotic experience. We’ll feel each other wherever we are, together or apart. We’ll be able to communicate mentally.” Diablo waited for a few seconds to allow Kristoph to take in all he said. “Are you sure this is something you want?”

Diablo noticed the intensity in Kristoph’s eyes as he spoke. “Yes, Diablo, I want to be mated to you for life. With all that it brings.”


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An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs, and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.

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