Am Rethinking My Erotic Romance Series and Other Publishing Issues...

Books two and three are complete in The Love Play Matchmaking Service series but my publisher no longer wants them because they no longer publish M/F erotic romances.  But wait, you're problem saying to yourself, the two books below are menages and therefore aren't categorized as M/F erotic romances.  

       

You're right!  However, the next two books in the series are-- I completed them and submitted Book 3 to the publisher of the series Siren Publishing.  They've turned down the books for many reasons, of which I will not go into at this juncture, reasons, in my opinion, make absolutely no sense.

But the gist of their reason for rejecting them is that they Siren no longer publishes M/F non-BDSM romances. That's what they told me. And since book 3 and subsequently, book 4 no longer fits within their new guidelines, I have to decide what to do with them. 

I will keep you guys posted with further updates on the situation.


-Clare Dargin

#SatSpanks-They Displeased Their Master #BDSM #RomanceNovel-Joy To His World @sirenbookstrand

Hi Spankers!  Thanks for dropping by! Today's spanking excerpt is from my forthcoming release Joy To His World, The Love Play Matchmaking Service 2.  It's available for Pre-Order now at Siren Publishing! http://www.bookstrand.com/book/joy-to-his-world
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Let me set the scene-- Chris, the Dom aka Dueno has a strict rule about the way his submissive husband and wife are allowed to dress.

Jilly had the great idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August, he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too.

"High protocol is not something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too revealing. The only people allowed to see your ass is me and Nate when he’s not in trouble," Chris said.

It wasn’t as if he made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies, but their sexuality belonged to him.

"Dueño, that was a long time ago," Nate said, pouting.

"It won’t happen again."

Right after Chris had collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels, and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came home from a late lunch in Cutlerville.

Nate grinned and asked, "Doesn’t she look hot?" Once he’d regained the ability to speak, Chris’s only reply was, "Not as hot as your ass is gonna be once I hit it with my flogger." He ordered them both to the bedroom, flogged Nate’s ass, paddled Jilly, then fucked them without allowing either of them to orgasm. To teach Nate a lesson for encouraging Jilly to dress immodestly, he hadn’t been allowed to see her bare ass for two days or have sex with her.

Nate also had to cover his eyes with his hands when Jilly wore no clothes for two days. Whereupon, Nate vowed to never encourage her to wear inappropriate clothing again.

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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris 'Nate' Poole are happily married. Now, living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they've always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn't give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris' PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris' protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn oath?

 A Siren Erotic Romance

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Meredith's Mates by Clair de Lune - He Wants To Win His Mates' Love And To Protect Them From Their Former Captor #MMF #Erotic #Fantasy #BronzedWings

Thank you for hosting me for my latest book, Meredith’s Mates. This book releases on November 8th with Siren Publishing.

Blurb:

Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's been searching for all his adult life.

Safely back on Prosper, he sets out to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an unexpected quarter.

Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward them?

[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

After I’d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and inspired Meredith’s story. He was a significant minor character in the first book, and I felt he deserved his own story.

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STORY EXCERPT 

There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised.

“Why have you dragged me here?” Oronsay asked.

“I told you why. We need his help,” Colonsay replied in a petulant voice.

“He won’t want to go there. I told you that already.”

“He must. We need him to do this. There’s no one else who is so perfect.”

Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was still under Colonsay’s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These babies would be Oronsay’s, so no wonder he was so protective.

“Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,” Meredith suggested.

“Thank you,” Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate to help her into the house.

Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment. Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that, in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn’t be able to keep the real reason for her visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than she turned her small face to him.

“Lord Meredith, I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

“My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,” she said.

“I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?”

A loud knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith’s lips to tell him to say his master wasn’t available, when he recognised the voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.

“What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her to bother Meredith, Oronsay?”

In the five years since he’d formed his triad and taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he’d grown in maturity and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements.

“What is it, my dear? Why can’t I help?” Arielle asked.

“Because you have formed your triad, and you are so well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,” Colonsay said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it, and placed several kisses upon her wrist.

“You’d better explain it all to me, to us,” Arielle suggested.

“First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do that Colonsay can explain,” Meredith said.

“My cousins are in trouble on Hades,” Colonsay repeated for Arielle’s benefit.

“How do you know that? Have you received word recently?” Meredith asked.

“No. They can’t send word, but I know.”

“She’s talking about the rapport between females. She can’t read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female relatives is in distress,” Oronsay explained.

“Ah, I see, but why can’t you ask Arielle? Surely as your mate he’s the one who should do this?” Meredith asked.

“Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can’t be the one to go and rescue them,” Colonsay explained.
By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the proffered cakes.

“Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to marry. I don’t know the details, but I do know she’s in danger. She’s distressed, and we must do something.”

 Colonsay stood up and started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms, bent his head, and folded his wings about them.

Meredith felt distinctly de trop. The private moment didn’t last long, but when Arielle released his mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness and support. He’d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates who made him very happy. What do I have to lose?

“You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It’s true that since he was exiled to Hades, there’s been a lot more contact with that island. I wouldn’t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,” Arielle said.

When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, “but if you think it’s the only way, then go I will, my pet.”

“I can go alone,” Meredith offered.

“No, it has to do with my mate’s family, so I will go with you. Besides, I’ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay, you will remain here and guard Colonsay.”

“No! I have to go. Vatersay won’t know either of you. Your size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don’t know our customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay here and take care of all those things you do when I’m not allowed to go with you. If I’m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to concentrate on that.”

Arielle smiled.

“In your condition…” he began.

“Do not go down that road, my Lord. I’m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of good, according to the healers,” she countered.

© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016


ADULT EXCERPT

Meredith held his breath. He’d needed to offer them a way out, but he really hoped they wouldn’t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a little longer, but she followed Berneray’s example. Meredith stood and held out his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the soap they’d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a growing desire.

“Come and sit with me,” Meredith suggested.

He sat on the sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she leaned in and kissed him tentatively.

He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and grasped his hair in her small fists.

She pulled him closer to her. He accepted the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked and nipped Meredith’s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray’s mouth. The scent of the soap that they’d used was different on Berneray. The musk of his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed them both. Meredith’s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.

He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa. Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort. Berneray’s arms were around Meredith’s neck and he kissed his lord long and passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith’s and his hands stroked down his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked at the buds.

As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith’s dick, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of Meredith’s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth. The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick to slip from between her lips.

Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned to kiss Berneray again.

The man’s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn’t get enough of him. Meredith surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him, caressing Meredith’s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray’s hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off the bed, so that Berneray’s more delicate wings didn’t have to bear the weight of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith’s tongue, and then he used to tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith responded.

His cock was hot and hard against Meredith’s belly. Meredith withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord’s mouth and seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray.

She nestled into his back, and her small hands stroked Meredith’s arms. Her lips and tongue followed as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed over Berneray and lay on Meredith’s chest. She framed his face with her hands as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own.

He released Vatersay’s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position her on her hands and knees on the bed.

© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/clair-de-lune

 5 questions for the author:


1. Why is the series called Angel in Hell?

I mentioned the picture that a reader sent to me.

(Image of Silver winged man in sea…. Sent as a Jpeg)

When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs, Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one possible title for the book.


2. Are there going to be any more in this series? 

I can’t imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I’d better not say there never will be one.


3. What else is there in the pipeline?
I have a short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It’s a re-issue of Life on the Edge with a brilliant new cover.


4. What of Prometheus in Chains? 
I am writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered stable relationships it’s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.


5. What of Flora McGregor? 
I am writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it’s a ménage.
Which one will be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.



Author bio:

I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.
I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.

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Julian's Forever by AJ Jarrett. A Warriors of the Light Novel

Blurb

Daniel Young is battling terminal cancer and using what time he has left to find answers to who killed his best friend, no matter what danger it puts him in. With nothing left to live for what does Daniel have to lose?

Julian Salva joined the Warriors of the Light to help put a stop to the evil trying to take over the world and to find his nephew. Never in a million years did he expect to meet a fearless human on his latest mission. The man infuriates Julian with his lack of caution and inability to follow an order. For reasons unknown to Julian he’s falling for the human. If only Daniel was his mate.

Nothing is ever as it seems but there’s no time to find out all the answers. With Daniel’s life hanging in the balance Julian will risk everything for a man he barely knows. Julian prays that this time, time is on his side.

Excerpt

Daniel pulled away and Julian arched an eyebrow in question. “Are you okay?” Julian really wanted this, wanted to have Daniel squirming underneath him in pleasure, but he wouldn’t force the man.

“Yeah, I just…” Daniel popped the button on Julian’s pants and pulled down the zipper, parting the material. “I want to taste you.”

Julian nodded his head, at a loss for words. He wanted that, too.

Daniel went to his knees and, with cool, nimble fingers, pulled down Julian’s pants, taking his boxer briefs along with them. His hard cock sprang forth, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“God, you’re big everywhere.” Daniel smiled up at him.

“Are you complaining, my little human?” Julian ran his hand over Daniel’s hair, the soft, brown strands tickling against his palm.

“Nope.” Daniel stuck out his tongue and licked over the weeping head. He closed his eyes and hummed, as if savoring Julian’s flavor. “I can’t wait to feel this”—Daniel fisted his hand around Julian’s hard shaft and stroked up then back down the thick length—“in my mouth, then in my ass.”

Julian groaned as he stared down at Daniel tonguing his cock. His breath whooshed out of his lungs as Daniel’s mouth engulfed his veiny length, swallowing him down only about halfway. Julian was impressed. His nine-inch cock wasn’t easy for most men to take. Besides being long, he was also thick, like a beer can. Julian couldn’t wait to feel Daniel stretched tight around him, begging for more.

Daniel hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down even more of Julian’s cock. The wet, hot suction was becoming too much. His orgasm swam right at the surface, threatening to explode if he allowed Daniel to continue his oral exploration.

Julian ran his hand through Daniel’s shaggy brown hair, then fisted his fingers, pulling Daniel’s head back. Big blue eyes stared up at him. Julian gasped at the sight of the pure innocence in those swimming pools of sapphire with the pink lips stretched thin around his arousal. Julian couldn’t wait another moment. He used his other hand to grab under Daniel’s arm, pulling him to his feet. He dove in for a greedy kiss, forcing his tongue past the seam, tasting himself on Daniel’s tongue.

“We can do slow later,” Julian said as he pulled away.

“Yeah, slow later,” Daniel repeated, as if in a trance.

Julian grinned down at Daniel, then gave a light shove to his shoulder. Daniel fell backward, and when his back hit the mattress, he went for the fastening on his jeans, yanking then downward. Julian admired his excitement.

Once Daniel’s clothes had all been removed, Julian stared down in awe of this human. Daniel may have been thin, but his body consisted of lean, corded muscle that wrapped around his short frame. The pale skin made Julian’s mouth water, and he wanted to lick every inch of the man.

Julian shucked off his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He spread Daniel’s legs further apart, then crawled up on the bed. He ran his hands up Daniel’s thighs, and goose bumps pebbled the hairless skin. Daniel’s eager cock stood straight into the air, jerking with every move of Julian’s hand. Julian loved how responsive Daniel was to him. It really was a shame they weren’t mates.

“So beautiful.” Julian bent down and kissed the inside of Daniel’s thigh, moving upward to bury his nose into his ball sack. The strong, bitter smell that seemed to surround Daniel was strong there, but so was his sweaty skin. Julian flicked out his tongue to tease and taste. “And so delicious.”

“Oh god!” Daniel cried out, his back arching as Julian licked a path up his straining length.

Julian smiled around the cock in his mouth and went down deeper. Daniel’s cock wasn’t nearly as long as his own, and it was easy for Julian to swallow his lover whole. The tangy, salty pre-cum flowed from the tip, making Julian hunger for even move.

Julian let his drool slide down Daniel’s shaft to drip down to his balls. Julian swiped up the wetness and used it to tease at Daniel’s clenching hole. The rippled flesh pulsed against Julian’s finger. Julian sat back and pushed Daniel’s left leg up and toward his chest, opening him up. In between the white, hairless crack sat the most gorgeous pink pucker Julian had ever seen, Small and a light, pale rose. Julian looked up at Daniel as he pushed his finger past the outer ring.

“Fuck,” Daniel groaned, his neck arching as his body tightened around the invasion.

“So tight.” Julian pushed in further, the smooth channel sucking him in further. Julian began fucking his finger in and out of Daniel’s tight heat.

“It’s been a while.” Daniel smiled up at Julian as he reached for his cock and pumped his fist on the bright red shaft.

“No touching.” Julian pulled Daniel’s hand off his cock and moved his hand to the side. “I want you so turned on you’re begging for my cock.” Julian added a second finger and Daniel whimpered.

“You keep doing that, it won’t be much longer.” Daniel lifted his other leg, grabbing underneath his knees, then spreading his thighs apart. “Please, Julian. Fuck me hard.”

“God damn.” Julian yanked his fingers free from Daniel’s ass. He spit in his hand and rubbed the wetness over his sensitive cock. He was wound so tight he damn near came in his hand.

Julian walked forward on his knees and placed the swollen tip of his cock at Daniel’s stretched opening. He stared down into Daniel’s eyes as he pressed forward. Daniel’s face scrunched up in pain and his chest heaved up and down. Julian reached out to stroke Daniel’s prick with his other hand. With Daniel distracted with the pleasure of Julian’s hand on his cock, Julian inched in further, not stopping until his balls were pressed up against Daniel’s ass.

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Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/julians-forever

Ride the Roan Stud by Stevie Klark

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Altenative Paranormal Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifter, HEA]


Blurb

On a vision quest, Ghost Walker succumbs to the harsh desert of the Four Corners badlands. With death's talons striking, he is rescued by a mustang. Orphaned at a young age, Ghost was adopted by the mysterious Olaloxie. His life has been a lonely one. Now Ghost Walker faces being shunned ­­if he survives.

Horse shapeshifter Grant Thunderhead is drumming the desert floor with his hooves to bring the rains. He senses an intruder trigger the forcefield protecting his steam engine caverns. Investigating, Grant finds a beautiful unusual man near death. To care for Ghost, Grant takes him to his ranch. Conflicted because of his unexpected attraction, Grant faces the situation, discovering only Ghost can rescue his heart. However, Ghost overhears an argument between Grant and his sister, and leaves. Grant chases Ghost through a thunderstorm. When he learns his niece is trapped by flash flooding, Grant knows he must find Ghost first, if he is to save the child.

A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT

 As horse, Grant Thunderhead galloped over the magnificent harsh terrain of the Four Corners. His territory, as he thought of it, having lived on his small ranch spread for nine years now.

This land of majestic rock sculptures, or hoodoos, held ancient secrets. Grant sensed them beneath his flying hooves. Over the years, he’d gradually explored, looking for those secrets, and found an unbelievable, fantastical cache of steam-powered machines.

Grant raced faster, surging with joy, with strength. All while the distinctive smell of creosote bush, and the other sparse vegetation teased his flaring nostrils.

The Earth sang to him. His every drumming hoof beat honored her, the planet-being, Gaia. Or Sophia, as some called her.

To run without boundaries, to feel the hot desert air blast over his stallion hide, Grant savored his freedom. He was also on a mission for his Native American friends as a rainmaker.

Comanche blood ran through his veins, through his paternal grandmother. Feeling a kinship with the Four Corner tribes, Grant had focused on developing a good relationship with his immediate neighbors—whatever their tribal blood connections. Eventually, one circle of elders approached him to say they knew he was a direct descendent of the Skyhorse People, or those who could shapeshift to a horse.

With his secret out, and the elder’s promise of silence, Grant often used his ability to shift, and other supernatural powers he possessed, to help the elders when needed. Yesterday, he’d participated in a drum ceremony to bring much-needed rains.

Like the sacred drumming, the sound frequency of his hooves pounding on the sun-washed land, if done with the correct rhythm for a long enough time, would encourage clouds to form, then become swollen with rain.

Reaching a long flat stretch of ground, Grant mentally chanted along with the steady beat of his hooves, Let the thirsty land drink, Benevolent One. Once he’d galloped the full distance, Grant slowed his pace. The vibrational message had been sent to the Sky Father, or what he thought of as the sacred matrix.

To give his sweat-stained body a chance to cool down, Grant leaped onto a narrow arroyo, and loped slowly, following the dry riverbed toward an area he wanted to explore further.

With the Earth singing to him, and the great towers of stone ringing, creating a high spiritual field, Grant had ignored the undercurrent of malevolence he’d sensed of late. No more.

Something strange, even dark, twisted the land’s vibrations. In his stallion form, Grant was even more sensitive to supernatural forces.

Could this be a foreshadowing?

A wicked chill slid the length of his horse spine causing his tail to move back and forth in quick jerks. To confront this disturbance in the force now, or not?

To run in the face of the wind, or run from the evil source of the winds? For now.

Grant listened to the thunderous sound of his heart, as he did often to tune into the wisdom within for answers. When the answer eluded him, he silently asked questions.

Was this a sacred forewarning for him on a personal level, or perhaps for the tribal peoples he’d befriended, who were constantly under assault by the corrupt powers that be?

Or, was there some catastrophic world event about to not only alter his life, but drastically change the life of everyone?

Grant tossed his head, hardly breaking stride. No damn doubt, the dark age was upon them. Instead of the paradise world he’d envisioned since his youth, the evil side of the supernatural had gained a serpent’s stranglehold on society.

From his highly experienced viewpoint.

Fury welled up inside Grant. He’d spiritually disciplined himself and spent his lifetime working to bring about a better life for All who lived upon Gaia. Now enraged, he bucked several times, high twists in the air.

Once his hooves solidly struck the ground, Grant dug in, catapulting himself over the barren cracked riverbed. Baring his teeth, he charged toward an unseen enemy. A startled rattlesnake uncoiled, striking in his direction.

Grant nimbly swerved, then sent calming vibes to the out-of-sorts reptile. Moments later, awareness sparked inside him, and he skidded to a halt, psi-sensing the breach of his storage cave. Had someone discovered his steam-powered ships and devices?

Before his mind’s eye, Grant witnessed the effects of the cavern’s advanced-tech force field, but not who it was that had been thrown into the cactus-gnarly arms of the desert. In seconds, he intuitively knew the intrusion had not been by an enemy.

Still, he spun around on his back hooves, jumping into a fast gallop. Near the area, Grant soon halted at the edge, where the high desert began. Boulders littered the ground surrounding the titan hoodoo that shielded his cavern’s entrance.

Blowing his nostrils to gather in scents, Grant picked his way over the rough terrain, and wove between the larger rocks. The sound of his heart suddenly matched another’s, astonishing him. A rare occurrence, it meant this meeting had been orchestrated by the Higher Ups, as he thought of his divine guides.

Grant easily followed the heart connection, concerned because the beat was too slow, with an unhealthy flutter. As he approached, quickening his pace, the smell of death clung to the small-framed man who lay sprawled on his back near one of the huge rocks.



ADULT EXCERPT


The vision of the tented blanket refused to leave his mind’s eye. In a battle with his emotions, Grant filled the pitcher. He added colloidal silver for good measure since the natural substance would help Ghost Walker’s immune system.

Intent on controlling himself, and making his recuperating guest as comfortable as possible, he padded back to the spare room. Grant didn’t deny it. Something about Ghost Walker called to him, a pull that was almost painful, as if his middle had been lassoed, the loop tightening.

Grant shook his head, and felt his inner horse mane shake. Life liked throwing curve balls at him, ones that often aimed for his head, and dammit, right between the eyes at times. Although, he reminded himself, he couldn’t rightly complain overall.

Yeah, miracles showed up on his doorstep. He believed due to his consistent spiritual practice, his natural love for humankind—for all life on the Great Mother planet, Earth.

Pausing before he entered, Grant grabbed a large breath to relieve the tension inside his gut, and his bunched muscles. So much about his guest was miraculous, including the fact that he’d found the hidden, steam engine cave.

Hell, he’d lived long enough to know a higher plan was at work. As he walked toward Ghost Walker, Grant curved his mouth into a friendly smile.

Again, he couldn’t miss the pole-tall thrust of the man’s cock beneath the blanket. Concerned, Grant set the pitcher down, and scrutinized Ghost Walker’s face for signs of a problem, beyond the man’s attraction to him.

Coffee eyes, misted by drowsiness, met his gaze—soft wise eyes Grant decided he could sink into forever. Ghost Walker blinked slowly, and Grant witnessed his extreme fatigue.

For the life of him he couldn’t look away—leave Ghost Walker to his rest. Words formed on Grant’s lips but he couldn’t speak, caught in what suddenly felt like a time warp.

Yep, he’d experienced strange shifts in time when he’d participated in medicine ceremonies. The elders had told him the practice originated close to ten thousand years ago.

Ghost Walker started to speak, hesitated, then closed his mouth. Grant watched the flicker of emotions—desire, shame, hope, confusion—all while their gazes stayed glued on each other.

Not locked, Grant thought, but connected as if strands formed between them—invisible delicate threads that were stronger than steel.

Grant knew before he acted. Even so, his hand moved without volition. He uncovered Ghost Walker, wrapping his hand around the man’s arrow-like, brown cock.

Heat, a beautiful heat seeped inside his palm. The shape of Ghost Walker’s erection burned a brand in a part of Grant he hadn’t known existed.

All he knew, the sensation was like holding erotic art in his hand. Grant slowly, gently pumped his hand up and down.

The silky skin of Ghost’s shaft felt like the most wonderful caress, and he gripped a bit tighter. Rhythmically, Grant swiveled his hand along the length of Ghost’s dick, using the droplets from his slit as lubricant.

As silence embraced them both, Grant fastened his gaze on Ghost Walker’s eyes—wide, disbelieving at first. A surrender to pleasure quickly glittered the man’s dark eyes.

Grant couldn’t help but notice how he reveled being in command, how he enjoyed relieving Ghost Walker’s need. He watched Ghost’s eyes brighten with more and more ecstasy.

When his eyes closed, Grant paused, softly stroking his thumbpad over Ghost’s swollen cockhead—so damn satiny, and now wet with his leaking pre-cum.

His extreme pleasure obvious, Ghost’s hips jerked involuntarily. Grant rubbed his palm over his crown in a tender swirling motion, and Ghost opened his eyes as if he couldn’t quite believe the ecstatic sensations.

Feeling like a dominant stud, Grant watched as Ghost’s eyes glazed over, darkened, then glinted with the start of his orgasm. He gripped the man’s throbbing hot cock, and slid his hand up and down more rapidly than before.

With each stroke upward, Grant slightly squeezed the base of Ghost’s shaft.

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Chasing Tiger Tail by Jane Jamison

Blurb

Danna Harris grew up in a family of weretigers. Too bad she was born human. Instead of hoping for her destined mates to show up like everyone else in Twisted does, she has bigger plans. She’ll become an attorney helping shifters with their legal problems. In the meantime, she has to deal with a drunk for a father and a feline bitch for a sister, neither of which is helping to keep their ranch from going under.

Weretiger brothers Cam and Phil Nordstrom know Danna’s the one. She even admits she’s their mate. The attraction and the primal connection between them are real, resulting in some ferocious fur-standing-on-end sex. So why won’t she give up her dream of going to law school and stay with them like a good mate should?

Will Cam and Phil chase her until they finally wear her down? Or is she the one Chasing Tiger Tail?


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Something Unexpected by AJ Jarrett. A Nehalem Pack Novel

Blurb

After years of captivity and being treated as a science experiment, Dax Garrett is free. He’s scared of the world around him but he refuses to be a victim anymore.

Colt Perry is a hunter who’s been placed on a mandatory leave of absence. Not what Colt wanted and he’s complaining to anyone willing to listen. All he has is his work and without it he feels lost and alone, two things Colt despises more than anything.

Everything changes when Colt meets a shy Dax. Dax isn’t sure what to think of this strong and sexy man but he can’t refuse what is so clearly right in front of him.

Life’s short and Colt is sick of living alone. Loving Dax means everything to Colt but along with that love comes an unexpected surprise. Will Colt be able to handle the changes about to descend on his life or will he disappear back into a world of loneliness?


Excerpt

Colt couldn’t get enough. He stabbed his tongue at Dax’s tight opening over and over again until finally it gave way and Colt could get the tip of his tongue into Dax’s tight hot channel. The sweet, musky scent of Dax’s body filled Colt’s nose and he growled against the soft flesh.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Colt ran his tongue up and down the length of Dax’s crack then spat at the small bud. Using one finger, Colt slowly pushed at the tight barrier. He felt as Dax’s body went tense then slowly relaxed once Colt had his finger all the way inside. “You feel that, Dax?” Colt asked as he pulled his finger in and out of his tight hole. “I’m inside you. God you’re so tight and hot.” Colt’s breathing sped up and his chest rose and fell hard with each intake of oxygen.

Dax raised his arms above his head and grabbed at the blanket beneath him. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his thick, hard prick twitched against his stomach with every inward thrust of Colt’s finger. In all of Colt’s years of having sex he had never seen a more delectable sight. It was as if Dax felt things with his entire being. Every small touch, every kiss, Colt could see that Dax hungered for more. Dax’s body responded so acutely to Colt’s and it made that warm gushing sensation filling his gut explode until all Colt could think about was fucking Dax. He wanted, no, he needed to be the first and only one to ever know what it was like deep inside Dax’s body.

What the hell am I thinking? Colt’s body froze as his mind started to have a silent tug of war inside his head. This was all getting too serious but Colt couldn’t stop. All the reasons he should put an end to this right here and now just weren’t enough. Colt wanted Dax so badly it hurt.

Dax’s whimpering and quivering body pulled Colt out of his silent musing of what was right and wrong. If being with Dax was wrong Colt would deal with that later, but right now everything felt so perfect and right. They both needed this.

Colt bent back down and licked around his finger, then added another. Dax’s muscled clenched down tight but Colt continued his inward push with his fingers until he found that secret little nub inside Dax. Colt massaged his fingertips over Dax’s prostate and Dax’s let out a loud deep growl that sent the birds in the nearby trees to flight.

“Colt.” Dax grunted, his eyes clenched tight, hands fisted by his head. Colt let his gaze roam down the pale flesh of Dax’s body, his pink, round nipples hard and his cock red and thick, filled with his unspent desire. “Colt, I need—” Dax thrashed around on the blanket as Colt added another finger, scissoring them in and out of the tight opening.

“What do you need, baby? I’ll give you anything you want.” Colt scooted closer and leaned down to kiss Dax’s lips. He could taste the faint traces of blood from where Dax had bitten his lip. “Just tell me,” Colt whispered as he kissed along Dax’s jaw.

“You.” Dax’s hands came up to grab onto either side of Colt’s head. “I need you, Colt.”

Colt stared down into Dax’s light blue eyes and in that moment there was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t. Colt pulled his fingers free of Dax’s body and went to work on his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Having sex wasn’t something he had anticipated when Colt invited Dax out for dinner. He wanted things to go slow and he wasn’t properly prepared but he’d go slow, give Dax time to get used to him.

Colt spit into his hand, using that combined with the oozing pre-cum leaking out his tip to lube up his cock. Dax’s pupils were blown wide as he stared up at Colt, his legs spread wide open. Colt held onto the base of his cock and slowly guided it forward.

“Dax, baby, this will hurt at first.” Colt positioned his body over Dax’s, their sweat-soaked bodies sticking to one another. “I need you to relax and breathe, okay?”

“Okay.” Dax nodded his head, his eyes still wide open.

Colt ran the wet tip over the small opening. Dax’s eyes rolled up into his head and his breath whooshed out of him. Colt thrust his hips forward, guiding the swollen cap at the center of Dax’s tight bud. Colt moved slowly, pressing against Dax’s resistance until the head popped inside. Tight hot heat engulfed Colt. Dax’s grip was so tight it was as if Colt’s dick was being strangled but in a very good way.

“Ouch, Colt!” Dax’s fingers scratched at Colt’s back. Sharp claws dug into his skin.

“It’s okay, baby.” Colt lifted his hand to comb Dax’s floppy blond hair out of his eyes then leaned down to rest his forehead against Dax’s. “I’m here. There’s no rush. If you want to stop we can.” Colt lifted up just enough to look into Dax’s eyes. So many emotions seemed to filter over Dax’s eyes, pain, happiness, fear, and hope.

“No,” Dax whispered. “I want this.” Dax took a deep breath then wrapped his legs around Colt’s hips. “I want you.”

“I want you, too.” Colt went in deep, pushing his tongue deep down Dax’s throat as he pressed forward with his cock. He swallowed down Dax’s cries and held still once he buried his entire length into Dax’s scorching channel.

Colt held perfectly still, giving Dax time to get use to his thick, long cock. Ever so slowly he felt as Dax’s body relaxed around the invasion and Colt pulled out slowly then pushed back in. He never once tore his eyes from Dax’s.


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His Not So Straight Mate; An Erotic, M/M, Contemporary, Paranormal, Werewolf, Romance by A.J. Jarrett

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

Blurb:

Nothing in Peyton Abbot’s life has ever come easy. He’s finally found the brother he’s spent the last five years searching for only to discover he has no memory of Peyton and now lies unconscious in a coma. Peyton starts to contemplate what he’s done with his life and that only becomes more complicated when he meets Levi Taft.

Becoming a wolf shifter's mate was never something Levi thought a possibility for himself, mainly because he’s straight and the wolf wanting him is a man. Levi wasn’t expecting this, but he’s drawn to Peyton and willing to change his whole life around to explore what’s growing between them.

When called out on a mission to rescue a fellow shifter, Peyton is forced to leave his brother behind, but he won’t be going alone. Now it’s time for Peyton to think about more than himself and put his mate first, otherwise this will be one short courtship.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt

Levi tugged at his shirt as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He sighed, then pulled it over his head and tossed it to his bed.

“Since when do I care about what I wear and how I look?” Levi grumbled as he thumbed through his closet. “I’m starting to feel like a chick.”

Finally Levi settled on a light blue button-down shirt. He rolled the cuffs up his forearms. The color of the shirt made the blue of his eyes shine brighter. Levi considered his eyes one of his best features, or so he’d been told by several women in the past.

“Women,” Levi whispered softly. He sat down on his bed, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

All his life Levi loved being with women. The softness of their skin, the plumpness of their breasts against his hard chest, and the sweet florally smell that most women seemed to have, he loved it, or so he thought he did. But since his one lapse in judgment, or was it control? Levi wasn’t quite sure, but all he could think about was rough, firm hands holding his head for an aggressive and dominant kiss and a hard body pressed tightly to his.

For so long Levi knew who he was and what he wanted but now he felt a little off balance. It was as if seeing a sunrise for the first time. It was magical and beautiful but almost too perfect to be real. That was how he felt about the kiss he shared with Peyton.

“I can’t believe I kissed a fucking dude!” Levi fell back on his bed and threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes.

One simple, yet perfect kiss had been the center of Levi’s world for the past week. He wasn’t an emotional or sentimental man either. But he couldn’t deny he wanted that kiss, hungered for it. Then once he got it he back peddled so fast he punched Peyton in the face. Not a very good first impression to leave a guy with but he didn’t know what else to do. He loved everything about women so the attraction he felt toward Peyton must just be a fluke. People couldn’t just turn gay in an instant, could they?

That one question had consumed Levi for the past seven days. In all his life he’d never for once questioned his sexuality but now? All he could think about were deep green eyes filled with lust, long wavy blond hair, and tan flesh covering a rock hard body. Peyton. He was like a drug that Levi couldn’t shake himself free from.

Even now he could close his eyes and still feel Peyton’s fingertips on his cheeks. The press of his thin silky lips against his as Peyton stole the very breath from Levi’s lungs. God, nothing had ever felt so good or right. And that was the problem. How could one simple kiss create this much havoc in his fucking life?

But to be fair it wasn’t the kiss that had caused the doubt to start wheedling away at his confidence, it was the first time he’d met Peyton. The moment he laid eyes on Peyton he felt drawn to him like by an invisible string and that’s what kept him going back over to Roderick’s house. Not to see how Dominic was doing. He did care that Dominic made a full recovery, but mostly he just wanted to be near Peyton. Something about Peyton calmed Levi on the inside. Silenced the voices raging a war inside his head trying to convince him he was something he wasn’t, but from that one kiss he was starting to realize the voices were right. He wanted Peyton with a fierce need he’d never had toward a single living person before. It was insane. What was it about Peyton that had his whole life spinning out of control?

Being the thorough kind of guy that Levi was, he started to take notice of the guys around him. In his classes he’d see a guy who he thought others would find attractive but nothing. Not one stirring below the belt. He continued his little experiment by taking long looks at other guys even in the shower at the gym, but not one tiny twitch of his cock. It was a relief but then again just thinking about Peyton’s cock-sure smile made him rock hard in two seconds.

“Fuck it.” Levi stood up and grabbed his wallet and keys from his dresser. He headed out of his room and down the stairs. His goal was to hit Club Sin, get drunk, and find the first willing female body to take to bed. To him it sounded like a solid plan or at least a good distraction from Peyton Abbot.

“Where are you off to?” Levi turned to see Kyle curled up on the couch reading a book. “Big date tonight?” Kyle asked as his eyes roamed up and down Levi’s body.

Levi liked Kyle. He’d really become a good friend and someone Levi would do anything for, and he was also his best friend Oliver’s boyfriend. Besides being sweet as can be, he was also a little cutie, but still no feelings other than friendship crossed his mind when he thought of Kyle.

“Not yet but it’s only a matter of time, baby.” Levi grinned then spun in a circle. “I mean seriously, look at me. I won’t be able to keep the ladies back with a ten foot pole.”

“Conceited much?” Kyle chuckled. “But yes, you look good enough to eat and I’m sure the female population of Silver Creek will be fighting each other to just get next to you.”

“That’s the idea.” Levi had to force a smile to continue the little charade that he was actually looking forward to going out tonight. It was more about proving a point to himself than anything else.


ADULT EXCERPT

“Le…Levi.” Peyton’s arms gave out and he fell back on the bed, spreading his legs wider.

Levi sat up,, grabbed the sides of Peyton’s jeans, and yanked them down his legs. With the body he so badly desired on full display, Levi could think of nothing else then getting naked and getting inside his lover.

“Is everything okay?” Peyton asked, sitting up.

“Yes.” Levi pulled up his shirt and threw it to the floor. “Take your shirt off. Now.” He barked out the order.

Peyton stared up at him and Levi could feel the roaming of his eyes as if it were an actual touch of his fingertips. With fast hands he pushed down his jeans, taking his boxers as they went, then kicked them aside.

With them both completely naked, nerves quaked over Levi’s frazzled brain. In his dream he fucked Peyton and Peyton seemed to like it, but that had been a dream. Levi was still new to all this and wasn’t sure he was ready to take that step of letting Peyton fuck him. Maybe someday but he just wasn’t there yet.

Levi blinked his eyes and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He started to think they were moving too fast.

“Levi?” Peyton sat up and reached for Levi’s hand. Levi latched onto Peyton like a life line and let his lover pull him to sit on the bed. Peyton’s strong hands ran up and down his back in a soothing manner. “What’s the matter? Two seconds ago we were both on the same page and now you’ve gone as white as a ghost. Are you having a panic attack?”

“No, it’s just…” Levi took a deep breath, trying his best to come up with the right words. “How do you like to do it?”

“Do it?” Peyton chuckled. “Do you mean how do I like to get fucked?” Levi’s cheeks heated and he nodded his head. “Levi, baby.” Peyton reached up and turned Levi’s face toward his. “I like doing it both ways, but I preferred to be on the receiving end.” Peyton’s voice grew serious and he leaned in closer to Levi. “It’s all about baby steps. One day you will want me to fuck you and I’d be happy to oblige you, but for now let’s take this one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Levi wrapped his fingers around Peyton’s wrist and rested his forehead against his.

Peyton lifted his chin and brushed his lips over Levi’s and the tenseness that had surrounded them was gone. They fell to their sides and Peyton lifted his leg to wrap around Levi’s hip. Their cocks rubbed alongside one another and Levi kissed him harder. They stayed twined together, sweaty body to sweaty body, with their juices smearing between their hard dicks.

“You ready?” Peyton pulled away to ask. His sweet breath fanned across Levi’s face. 

“Only if you are.” Levi opened his eyes and reached for Peyton again, but he rolled to the side.

“On no.” Peyton shook a finger at him. “If we start kissing again I’m going to come and I was kind of hoping to wait and do that until I’m inside you.” Peyton reached into his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube and held it up. “How much instruction do you need on how to do this?” He waved the tube from side to side.

Levi snatched it from Peyton’s hand then reached for his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed. “Just because I’ve never made it with a guy before doesn’t mean I’ve never had anal sex before.” Levi sat back on his heels and rubbed his left hand up Peyton’s inner thigh.

“Okay, new rule.” Peyton sat up halfway, causing his abdominal muscles to clench tight and Levi couldn’t help but run his finger down the center. Peyton whimpered, then knocked Levi’s hand out of the way. “No talking about ex-lovers while we are together and especially when we are about to have sex. Deal?”

“Deal.” Levi pushed up on the back of Peyton’s thighs and Peyton wrapped his arms behind his legs. Levi scooted forward until his knees were placed under Peyton’s ass.

This angle gave him the perfect view of Peyton’s pink hole. A light dusting of hair clung to his crease and Levi trailed a finger down the center. He tapped the tip of his finger at the tight-ribbed muscle and Peyton let out a loud groan.

“You like that?” Levi kissed along Peyton’s ankle as he used his finger to tease his fluttering hole.

“Yes,” Peyton hissed.

Levi’s dick wept from the sight Peyton made. He lay naked and wanton on his back for him and Levi couldn’t wait to get inside him. Levi popped the top of the lube and let it drizzle down his crack. The wetness ran down his finger and very slowly he pushed in one finger. Peyton’s head fell back, arching his neck in the air. Levi turned his wrist, caressing Peyton’s inner walls. Levi hadn’t had much anal sex, but enough to know he had to get Peyton ready for his cock.

One finger became two, then three. Peyton thrashed around on the bed begging for more. It took all the control Levi had not to thrust his cock deep into his tight heat.

“You ready for me?” Levi eased his fingers free from Peyton’s wet hole. He grabbed the lube and began to coat his cock in the slickness.

“I’ve been ready, you tease.” Peyton let go of his legs and his hands fell to lie at the sides of his head. He was covered in sweat and his hair lay in a mess around his head.

“Testy, aren’t we?” Levi grabbed the base of his cock and guided it forward, brushing the blunt tip over the stretched hole.


“No, horny.” Peyton reached up, wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist, and pulled him forward, causing Levi’s cock to breach his hole. “Fuck, yeah!” Peyton grounded out between clenched teeth.

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