What Revs Your Engine?

We all have certain little "kinks" if you will. Something that just revs our engine.

I want to know yours. What is that one thing you just find irresistible about the opposite sex??

I'm giving away three copies of one of my new releases (winners' choice), so let me know what really melts your butter.

I've expanded the list so winners now have a choice between :

Lipstick and Handguns -- Whispers in the Night -- Devil Did Grin -- Race the Sun

**Contest runs through Friday April 8th at midnight. Winners will be announced here on my blog as well as my Yahoo Group on Saturday April 9th.**

Name that Character!

I need names and lots of them! I want unique, original, even made up names! The characters I'm naming are paranormal/magical so use your imagination and help me come up with some great names!

I'm offering a free ebook of your choice from one of the following to the winners:

Lipstick and Handguns -- Coming April 7th
Whispers in the Night -- Coming April 19th
Devil Did Grin -- Coming April 28th

So, leave a comment and help a girl out. I will select two winners at random next Monday, April 4th! I will announce the winner on my blog and in my Yahoo Group, so be sure to leave your name so I know who you are!

Lipstick and Handguns Sneak Peek!

Lipstick and Handguns [Lawful Disorder 1]

M/M Erotic Suspense Coming April 7th!

Sidney screamed and sobbed around the ball gag in his mouth. With no windows, no sunlight, the days and nights blurred together. The passing hours held no meaning. Time didn’t stand still, but seemed to drag out into one, long, miserable nothingness.

      He knelt on the concrete floor, naked and shaking, a steel spreader clamped around his ankles to hold his legs apart. Manacles surrounded his wrists, connecting to a chain embedded high in the stone wall, stretching his arms over his head until his muscles and joints roared in protest.

      Screaming again, he sagged against his restraints when another crack of the whip sent blazing heat spreading across his back. Sensing more than hearing the movement behind him, he cringed, and long, cold fingers wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply.

      He prayed they would kill him this time. Anything to stop the pain.

      Just as suddenly as it came, the hand released his throat, and Sidney sucked in as much oxygen as he could around the rubber ball in his mouth.

      “I’m done with this one. There’s no will left in him.” He heard the callous voice speak from somewhere in the corner of the dimly lit room. He had seen the man’s face, looked into the eyes of the demon, and knew he’d never leave his cell alive. 

      “Should I find another to replace him, sir?”

      He had seen that man as well, though this one never touched him. His calm, soft, refined voice did not match his mammoth size at all. Sidney fought the urge to giggle. Perhaps the pain had finally driven him to the point of delirium. 

      “Not yet. I have two that should sell nicely. I want to find out what makes them different so that we can refine our search.” The man sighed heavily. “Buyers want well-trained slaves to wet their carnal appetites—slaves who can take their punishment and beg for more. This one is…defective.”

      “Very good, sir. Shall I dispose of this one?”

      Sidney didn’t even have the strength left to be afraid. All he knew is that he wanted it to end. However it happened, he just wanted it to end.

      “Yes. I’m afraid the time has come to terminate our association. Just dump him as usual. He can’t even stand, let alone swim.”

      “As you wish.”

* * * *

      Gentle hands lifted Sidney from the trunk of the vehicle. Too exhausted to care, he let his head lull against the warm expanse of a muscular chest. Water pelted his naked body, and a rumbling roar sounded in the distance.

 “I’m very sorry about this, my dear.”

      Sidney didn’t respond. What was he supposed to say? “Yeah, I’m sorry you have to off me. That must be horrible for you.”

      The rocking ceased, and that smooth voice whispered to him, “Be at peace, little one.” Then the arms dropped way, and Sidney plummeted through the air.

      The icy water felt like needles against his bare skin. The shock of it penetrated the numbness he had shrouded himself in during his captivity. Raw adrenaline coursed through his veins, clearing his mind and gnawing at his survival instinct. Free at last, he wanted to live.

                  Now, if he could just reach the shore. With his arms roped behind his back and his ankles tied together, the pier would be of little help if he couldn’t grab on to it.  His body undernourished and weak from his beatings, every movement caused him pain and depleted his small supply of energy. Even if he managed to get a hold on the dock, he wouldn’t be able to maintain it for long.

Rocking his body and kicking his feet together like a dolphin, he ground his teeth together as pain lanced through his body. 

      Fighting against the agony and bitter coldness of the water, he wiggled his body in small waves, pushing through the water with weak but steady strokes of his feet. His muscles ached and throbbed, protesting the effort. His lungs screamed, and his head spun from lack of oxygen.

      If his captor waited on the dock, Sidney was dead. If he didn’t get air to his aching lungs soon, he was dead. Though neither option appealed to him, drowning held the least merit. He’d endured too much for too long to end up with a belly full of the disgusting bay water.

      Changing directions, he ceased his trek toward the shore and rose upward, straining for the surface.

One last kick, and Sidney’s head broke through the water. He gasped, pulling in one lungful of air after another as he tried frantically to keep his nose above the water. Fat raindrops splashed off the surface of the water and splattered against his face. Lightning slashed across the sky, zipping from cloud to cloud, sizzling the air, and illuminating the empty dock.

The relief lasted only seconds before realization dawned that he now floated several hundred yards away for the shore. In the dark, murky depths of the freezing water, he’d inadvertently woven his way in the wrong direction.

Panic and depression waged battle, and Sidney almost burst into tears. The choppy waves created by the storm beat against him incessantly, demanding his sacrifice by dragging him to the floor of the harbor.

* * * *

“They found Sidney Kessler,” Michael said without preamble when Ryder answered the phone. The wooden spoon dropped from his hand and into the pot on the stove, splashing spaghetti sauce everywhere. Cursing and muttering under his breath, he turned off the burner and reached for a dishtowel.

“In the harbor, I’m guessing.”

Almost six months since the little redhead had gone missing, Ryder couldn’t think of anywhere else they could have found him. They’d questioned everyone the kid worked with and half the residents in the apartment complex he lived in. As with all the victims, no had seen anything. No one knew anything.

For damn near a year, they’d been running in circles and getting nowhere on this case. Some days Ryder just wanted to pack it all in and run off to Bora Bora.

“Yeah, but—”

“We’ll go by the coroner’s office in the morning.” Ryder’s stomach churned and his heart ached at the thought of losing another one. Though he knew he shouldn’t, he took the loss personally, feeling he had failed…again.

“Ry, Sidney Kes—”

“I know Michael, but the body isn’t going anywhere. Unless they need us at the harbor, it can wait until morning.”

A loud banging came from the front door. Frowning, Ryder wound his way around the kitchen table and hurried across the living room.

His frown deepened as he checked through the peephole and saw Michael standing on the porch, cell phone to his ear, and dripping wet from the storm.

Quickly disengaging the deadbolt, Ryder threw open the door and stared at his disheveled partner.

      “He’s alive, Ry.”

      His jaw dropped, and he reached out, gripping Michael’s jacket and yanking him through the doorway. “What do you mean he’s alive? You said…but…he…the harbor.”

      Michael held up a hand to stop Ryder’s rambling. “Some guy spotted him in the harbor.” He rolled his eyes and snorted. “He had it all planned out to take an epic header off the bridge. I guess they saved each other. Guy thinks he’s a damn hero now.”

      Ryder had stopped listening. Sidney Kessler was alive. “Where’d they take him?”

“He’s in ICU at Mercy Memorial.”

“Let’s go.”

      Michael nodded and headed back out into the storm. Ryder grabbed his jacket and pulled his shoulder holster and police issued handgun from the top of the closet. Shrugging everything on, he ducked his head against the torrential downpour and hurried after his partner.

      Wild and heedless, tires slid on the rain-slicked asphalt as Michael took corners at reckless speeds. The sedan shimmied and stuttered, barreling through small lakes of standing water, while the wipers worked feverishly to clear the raindrops that pinged against the glass. Thunder cracked overhead, vibrating Ryder down to his bones as he held the door handle in a death grip.

      Remarkably, they made it the hospital in one piece. Jumping from the vehicle, the pair made their way inside and up to the fourth floor, right to the ICU. Two uniformed police officers stood guard outside the door to Sidney’s room. Michael and Ryder flashed their badges, ignoring the nurse that tried to prevent them from entering the room, and eased around the curtain.

      Ryder’s chest tightened, and he had to swallow several times past the burning in his throat as he took in the frail man lying on the bed.

      Sidney Kessler appeared even smaller than in his photograph. His pale skin stretched tightly across his protruding collarbones, showcasing just how much weight he had lost during his months of captivity. A brilliant purple bruise spread over his swollen left cheek, the skin red and raw around the corners of his mouth, and white gauze bandages wrapped his chest and arms like a mummy. 

      Taking a deep breath and wiping any emotion from his visage, Ryder pushed his personal feelings away. He had a job to do. 

      A small whimpering noise killed his new resolve, and he rushed across the room to kneel beside the bed. Placing his hand gently against the boy’s temple, he leaned closer until they were eye to eye. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m Detective Ward. You’re safe now.”

      Opened but unfocused, Sidney’s eyes held a terror and desperation that ate away at Ryder’s steely facade. He wanted nothing more than to pull the man into his arms and make it all disappear. Confused and unnerved by the feeling, he pushed it away, but didn’t remove his palm from Sidney’s face.

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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense]
It’s been five years since her broken heart sent her running clear across the country to Virginia. Now, Quinn Harper is back in Oregon and faced with a whole new set of problems. She’s been in love with Zach for years, and now that he’s back as well, she doesn’t know how long she can hide the truth.

Zachary Jensen is done with the FBI undercover gig. He’s come home to put down roots in the rural community where he grew up, and he can’t imagine anyone he’d rather do it with than Quinn.

After finally admitting their feelings, the pair embarks on a whirlwind romance, but not everyone is happy for the couple. Strange gifts, cruel words burned into the front lawn, and Quinn’s car demolished—someone wants her gone. Can Zach unravel the mystery of Quinn's unwelcome admirer before he loses everything?

Story Excerpt

 

A pretty brunette sidled up to the table and beamed brightly at Zach. “Zachy! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Zachy? Eww. Quinn twitched her nose in distaste, looking the woman over, sizing her up. Her eyes narrowed, and she almost growled when the little tramp slipped into the booth beside Zach and threw her arms around his neck.

      Long, dark hair, baby blue eyes, killer legs, and a body to die for, Quinn couldn’t deny the woman looked amazing. Which only served to make her hate the slut even more.

      The hussy kissed Zach’s cheek as she cuddled up next to him in the booth. Apparently, she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. She chatted away, flipping her hair, rubbing her fake breasts against his arm. Her other hand disappeared beneath the table, and Quinn almost came out of her seat.  

      Quinn propped her elbows on the table and bit her lip, fighting to keep her temper leashed. Zach belonged to her!

      Whoa! Where the hell had that come from? She had no claim on Zach. For all she knew, he enjoyed the attention Miss Silicone showed him. She pried her eyes away from the ample mounds smashed against his arm and focused on Zach’s face, trying to discern his reaction.

Surprisingly, he looked uncomfortable. He pressed back into the corner of the booth, his cheeks blazing scarlet, a nervous half smile on his lips. He glanced over to meet her gaze, a silent plea in his beautiful cerulean eyes.

Quinn leaned forward and cleared her throat loudly. The trollop glanced at her dismissively and went back to giggling at Zach. “Oh, is this your sister?”

Zach’s eyes rounded, and he started choking, beating his fist against his chest as he coughed. “Uh, this is my Quinn. I mean…I mean this is Quinn. My…my…” His eyebrows drew together, and he cocked his head to the side as if he couldn’t find the word.

Quinn couldn’t suppress her smile. Perhaps Brody knew a thing or two after all. She winked at Zach before wiping the smile from her face and turning back to the woman beside him. “Who are you?” Okay, she probably could have been a little politer, but whatever.

“Lucy Bennett.” She curled her glossy upper lip over her teeth.

“Uh-huh. So, how do you know Zach?” Quinn nodded her head toward him. Poor guy looked like he would rather be in a pool full of piranha.

“We went to college together.” Lucy showed off her impossibly white teeth. “We had a lot of fun together.” Innuendo slipped into her sultry voice, and Quinn wanted to rip her vocal chords out. “Didn’t we, Zachy?” She rubbed against him again, purring like a kitten.

“Oh…uh…well,” Zach stammered.

“Are you sure you’re not Zachary’s sister? I remember her to be very…homely.” Lucy grinned over at Quinn evilly before sniffing and turning her nose up in disdain.

That does it!

Quinn smiled her brightest smile, letting the honey drip off her words as she spoke. “I assure you, I am not his sister, Miss Bennett. Now,” Quinn allowed the steel to creep into her voice, “if you will kindly tuck away your oversized, plastic tits and get your fucking hands off of my man, I’d really appreciate it.”

Lucy huffed, placing her hand over her chest. “Zach, surely you aren’t going to allow her to talk to me like that.”

But, Zach didn’t spare her even a passing glance. His eyes were rounded and dazed, and locked on Quinn.

“Zachy!” Lucy drug the word out into three syllables, her nasally whine hitting octaves only dogs could here.

“Quinn?” Zach spoke just above a whisper.

Now that she’d staked a claim on the man, Quinn figured she had two options. Either she could pretend as though she’d only done it to get rid of Little Miss Look-At-Me, or she could back it up.

The second option scared the hell out of her. Her heart thundered inside her chest, her stomach knotted, and her head spun.

“Oh, you can’t be seeing her.” Lucy sneered the last word, gesturing toward Quinn with a flick of her wrist.

Consequences be damned, Quinn stood, reached across the table, and fisted her hand in the front of Zach’s button-down shirt. She yanked on it roughly, smirking a bit when he came to her readily.

Here goes nothing…or everything.

A picture might be worth a thousand words, but Quinn could think of only three she wanted to convey as she crushed her mouth down on Zach’s. He. Is. Mine.

Adult Excerpt

Zach glared at her, his nose crinkling, and his lip pulling up over his teeth. “Why can’t you take anything seriously? This isn’t a fucking game, Quinn!” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa and marched toward the door.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Out!” he snapped over his shoulder. He stepped through the door and slammed it closed behind him.

Quinn hesitated for a nanosecond before striding across the room and wrenching open the door. “Zachary Jensen, you get your ass back here!”

He didn’t even pause, but continued across the front lawn. Quinn flew down the steps and, before she could think better of it, launched herself at her lover, tackling him to the ground. They rolled in the grass until Quinn gained the upper hand and pinned Zach beneath her.

“You don’t just walk out when things don’t go your way. You are acting like a toddler.”

Zach propped himself on his elbows and looked up at her. His dark hair shimmered in the moonlight, and she could see the lunar orb reflected in his brilliant blue eyes. His breaths came in shallow pants, and she could feel the hard mound between his legs pressing against her ass.

“Zach?”

He sat up suddenly, flipping her beneath him and hovering over her body. “You drive me crazy. Sometimes I can’t decide if I want to strangle you or fuck you into tomorrow.”

Quinn’s libido shifted into overdrive, and she stared at him with wide eyes. Her nipples hardened instantly, perking up and pushing against her thin sweater. A delicious heat spread through her body, slicking her pussy and robbing the moisture from her mouth.

“If you want to say no, now would be a good time.” His voice flowed over her, low, guttural, and full of need.

She shivered in anticipation as desire gripped her body and left her struggling to pull in air to her lungs. His fingers fumbled with the button on her slacks, but he didn’t make much progress. With a growl of frustration, he gripped the waistband and yanked roughly, popping the button off and sliding her zipper down in one jerky movement.

Quinn writhed beneath her lover, pulling the hem of his shirt from his pants and gliding her hands along the corrugated expanse of his rippled stomach. Arching her hips, she helped him slide her pants to her ankles, where he ripped them away and cast them to the side.

Her panties were the next to go, and she hissed when the cold, dew-covered grass pressed against her heated flesh. “Hurry.” She couldn’t wait much longer. The pressure, the heat, the need raged through her body until she felt she would combust with it.

Zach slammed his mouth down on hers, swallowing her moan of pleasure, thrusting his tongue in wildly and laying claim to her. His calloused fingers found her aching entrance, and he pushed in roughly with two fingers, drawing a cry from her swollen lips.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, using his thumb to rub against her pulsing clit. Quinn couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She dropped back to the ground, whipping her head from side to side and thrusting down against his fingers.

Her orgasm took her by surprise, barreling through her and leaving her dizzy and disoriented. When she finally came back to her senses, Quinn found herself on her hands and knees, the side of her face pressed against the wet grass, and Zach pushing between her legs.

The flared crown of his prick nudged her greedy pussy, glided along her slippery lips and back before he rammed in forcefully, pushing deep inside her clenching cunt.

Quinn’s head started to spin again as she braced herself on one hand and used the other to reach between her spread thighs to massage the swollen ball of flesh there. She bucked and jerked, moaning out Zach’s name as his turgid shaft plunged into her repeatedly.

His hold on her hips was bruising, and he pulled her back against him with each demanding stroke. “Are you going to come for me again, baby?” His voice was so raw, so gravelly, he sounded more animal than man. “Do you want it harder?” He drove into her punishingly as he spoke. “Do you want more? Want me to come? To lose my load inside this hot pussy?”

Keeper of the Light [Wicked River 1]

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                     Story Excerpt

Damon held his composure, but on the inside, he whooped like a kid on Christmas morning. “You are our mate, Ryah. We wouldn’t ask if we didn’t want you.” He brushed her lips softly with his own.

Ryah nodded and turned to Tate, apparently seeking confirmation.

Tate’s smile lit up his entire face. “Don’t look at me, little girl. I would have had you in our bed from the get go. We just wanted you to feel comfortable, and we figured you needed your own space to do it.”

Ryah slung her arms around his neck and planted a brief, but searing, kiss on his lips. “I love you,” she whispered when she pulled away.

“Love you too,” he responded dazedly.

“Hey, what about me?” Damon pouted.

“Oh well, I suppose I love you as well,” she quipped.

“You suppose?” He gawked at the woman in front of him.

“Well, Tate is cuter. I guess you have your uses as well, though. I mean, we do need someone around to lift the heavy stuff.” She winked at him then giggled as she took off running down the hall.

Tate laughed so hard he had to prop himself against the wall to keep from falling over. “Don’t worry, big guy. I guess I love you, too,” he gasped around his chuckles.

Damon didn’t know what to do. His mates were ganging up on him, and he had a feeling he better get used to it. Honestly, he found it cute and fun. “Asshole,” he mumbled to Tate as he took off down the hall after his other mischievous mate. “Ryah, you little shit, get your ass back here.” Though he tried for commanding, he couldn’t keep the laughter from his voice.

Ryah hurried back down the hallway, coming to a stop right in front of him, and bouncing on her toes. She held her hands behind her back and looked up at him innocently. “You bellowed?”

It warmed his heart to watch her flirting with him, teasing him. She possessed none of the scared mouse look from when they had first met her. Gone was the terrified and disbelieving woman that had run screaming from the garage. She looked like a regular brat.  

“You have about two seconds to give me a kiss and proper pledge of love, or I’m going to bend you over my knee.” Damon arched a brow at his little mate. “I’m waiting.”

Ryah tilted her head to the side and contemplated him. “Well, now a spanking does sound pretty kinky. Decisions, decisions,” she muttered, shaking her head.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. “Why don’t you give me a kiss now,” he whispered huskily, “and we’ll see about that spanking tomorrow?”

Ryah’s head tipped back on her shoulders, and she smiled. “I like the way you think, Mr. Lewis.” Then she twined her arms around his neck and rose up to give him a kiss that melted him on the spot.

“Get a room.” Tate chuckled as he walked up behind them, wrapped his arms around Damon’s waist, and pressed his chest to Damon’s back. “Preferably ours.”

Ryah pulled away from Damon’s mouth and looked over his shoulder at Tate. “You can sleep on the couch,” she said casually.

Tate jerked back, unwinding his arms from Damon’s waist, and stepping around him. “What the hell for?” he demanded.

Ryah didn’t back down. She put her hands on her hips and glared right back. “Because you, Mr. Jennings, left a sink full of dishes this morning, water all over the bathroom floor, and I found your smelly socks in the couch cushions again.”

He looked properly chastised and bowed his head. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbled. “I’ll do the dishes first thing in the morning.”

Damon bit the inside of his cheek so hard he actually tasted blood. Ryah’s little temper tantrums were funny as hell when not directed at him.

“Yes, you will. I still think you need to sleep on the couch and think about what you’ve done. I don’t bust my hump around here just so you can dirty it up again.”

Tate still stared at the floor, so he missed the quick smile and wink Ryah threw at Damon. He held on to his composure by sheer willpower.

Tate finally looked up at her, his eyes pleading. “Aw, come on, baby. I don’t want to sleep on the couch.” He turned his attention to Damon. “Damon, tell her to let me sleep with you guys. This isn’t fair.”

Damon had to look away. He was seconds away from losing it. “That’s up to Ryah,” he managed to get out without cracking up.

Tate dropped to his knees and placed his hands on her hips. “You are so pretty, and smart, too. You smell good, and your skin is really nice. Come on, have a heart. Please,” he pleaded. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

Ryah narrowed her eyes. “What kind of shopping?”

He perked up immediately. “Anything you want, baby. Clothes, shoes, purses, make up. We’ll even go and get your hair done.”

She pulled the ends of her long ebony hair through her fingers. “What’s wrong with my hair?” she asked icily.

Tate looked horrified. “Nothing, nothing is wrong. It’s beautiful, perfect even. I just thought girls liked that kind of stuff.”

Adult Excerpt

Coming out of his daydream, he realized the shrieks and giggles had turned to pants and moans. His mates were naked, wrapped around each other in a sensual kiss that had Damon’s cock hardening in seconds flat.

Stripping out of his clothing, he made his way quietly to the pair, pressing against Tate’s back. “Want you,” he whispered against the back of his neck.

Caught up in caring for Ryah while she suffered through her heat, he hadn’t taken Tate in more than a week. He craved his mate’s tight ass, the closeness they shared when he was buried balls deep inside Tate’s body.

“Yes, please,” came a deep moan in response. To Damon’s surprise, the plea came from Ryah, not Tate.

“Slut,” Damon joked.

“You bet.” She giggled back.

“Do it, Damon. I just want to watch.”

“Ryah, are you hurting?” Tate, always the caretaker.

She smiled and kissed his lips. “I’ll be fine, baby. I want to watch my two gorgeous mates love each other.”

Tate growled, pushing back against Damon, grinding his ass on Damon’s naked cock. “Pick a chair, babe.”

Damon had to blink several times before he could focus long enough to make it to one of the kitchen chairs. He sat down, waiting expectantly for whatever Tate had planned for him. He spread his thighs invitingly, rubbing his hands over his pebbled nipples and down his taut stomach. He crooked a finger, leering at his mate.

Tate climbed up into his lap, pressing their lips together and gyrating his hips. “Dammit,” he cursed, breaking the kiss. “Forgot the slick.”

Before Tate could move, a small bottle of lube sailed over Damon’s shoulder, smacking Tate in the chest. “Covered,” Ryah panted from behind him.

Damn, he adored that girl, especially, when she started laving kisses along his neck and shoulders. She nipped at his skin, lightly at first, then hard enough to bruise. Damon let his head fall back, capturing Ryah’s lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth. They dueled, their tongues slipping and probing, each fighting for dominance. He appreciated that Ryah didn’t simply roll over and submit to him. Who’d have thought?

He almost came unglued when Tate’s long fingers wrapped around his shaft, and he impaled himself in one quick motion.

Damon ripped his mouth away from Ryah, turning quickly to look down at the place where his body met with Tate’s. Tate didn’t even take time to acclimate himself to Damon’s girth, just rose up and plunged down again.

He claimed Damon’s mouth, biting at his lips, thrusting his tongue in to explore the depths awaiting him. Then Ryah joined, her tongue slipping into the three-way kiss, her slender fingers wrapping around Tate’s cock. She stroked him quickly, even giving a little twist around the head just the way Damon knew his man liked.

The tastes, smells, sensations coursing through his body swirled and combined, until he knew he couldn’t last. Not even a whole minute into it, and Damon fought not to blow his load.

“Not gonna last,” he warned.

All movement stopped. Damon groaned in frustration, his dick so hard it throbbed painfully inside Tate’s clenching ass. “Not done with you yet.” Tate smirked. “Climb up Ryah,” he said with a wink. “I believe I won our little bet the other morning.”

Ryah looked blank for a moment then broke into a purely predatory grin. “Lie back, darlin’,” she drawled.

Damon tried desperately to not swallow his tongue when Tate leaned back, resting his shoulders on the table. It became a near miss when Ryah crawled up on the table on all fours, straddling Tate’s face and lowering herself to meet his questing tongue.

Her sweet moan caused Damon’s cock to jump inside its sheath, pulling a ragged groan from Tate. They were trying to kill him, Damon was certain of it. Ryah peeked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering at him, and he gulped audibly.

Move. He needed to move. The pressure in his balls built, his dick pulsed, demanding release. He surged forward, setting off a chain reaction of moans and whimpers.

Steadily pumping in and out of Tate’s tight body, Damon eyed the enticing sight of Ryah’s pink, quivering hole. Releasing his hold on Tate’s hips, he leaned forward, parting the globes of her perfect bottom to get a better look.

His mouth watered as he watched her snug entrance clench and relax. He licked his lips once before closing his mouth over the sweet pucker. Ryah cried out, pushing into his mouth as Tate managed to rock back on his dick.

Damon swirled his tongue around the wrinkled hole, loving the taste of his girl. He continued lavishing attention to Ryah’s hungry ass, groaning at Tate’s assault on his cock.

“Gonna,” Tate gasped out, letting his head fall back to thump against the table.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Ryah panted. She moved forward, spinning quickly and almost diving off the table. She straddled Tate’s face again, leaning down over his body, bracing her hands on the top of Damon’s thighs. She dipped her head, swallowing Tate’s cock to the root.



Whispers in the Night [Moonlight Breed 3] Sneak Peek!

 Coming April 19th!!

Chapter One

            “And that’s how I broke my collarbone sliding into home plate.”

            “Mm, amazing,” Jackson murmured. He closed his eyes briefly to keep from rolling them. His date was such a twit. He’d just sat through the last hour being bored to tears with the guy’s baseball career—from t-ball all the way through one year in the minors.

            “So, what is it that you do?”

            Jackson was stunned speechless for a moment. He hadn’t had a chance to say much about anything, and certainly nothing that applied to him or his life. “Uh, I’m a home security specialist.”

            “Oh, our centerfielder in college went on to do something with security systems.” And he was off talking about baseball again.

            Jackson had had enough. It wasn’t as if he opposed baseball. It was actually his second favorite sport after football. The pompous ass sitting across from him was beginning to sour his opinion on the great American pastime however.

            Damn, he couldn’t even remember the dude’s name.

            He would have much rather stayed home. He hated going on these dates. There was only one person that held any interest for him. Only one person his heart would ever belong to.

            “Well, this has been…” Jackson searched for something polite to say without outright lying. “Well, the food was good, but I have to get going.”

            “Oh.” His date looked mildly perturbed. “Okay, well here, let me give you my number. Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

            “Uh, yeah, that’s not going to happen. Later, dude.” Jackson didn’t care if he sounded rude or not. He just wanted to get as far away from the man as possible. He threw a handful of bills on the table to cover his part of dinner and hurried out of the restaurant.

* * * *

            Talon stood in the shadows near the corner of the house when Jackson pulled into the drive. Just as he always did whenever Jackson came home from a date.

            Turning off the engine, Jackson slowly climbed out of his car. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to Talon, but he knew he’d have to before the man would give him any peace. Might as well get it over with. So, he stuffed his fists into his jeans and marched straight over to stand in front him.

            “I didn’t kiss him and I didn’t fuck him. I didn’t so much as let him breathe one me. He was an arrogant prick, and I’ve had more fun clipping my toenails. The food was good. I paid for myself. I didn’t eat dessert.” Jackson paused and ran a hand through his sandy blond curls. He needed a haircut. “He was decent looking, late-twenties, and I won’t be seeing him again.”

            He dropped his head and reached around to rub the tension out of his neck. “Is there anything else? I’m tired and I just want to go to bed.”

            “Come here,” Talon said quietly.

            “Talon, please, just ask me whatever you want to ask me and let me get inside.”

            “I said come here, pup.” He still spoke in that low, calm voice.

            Jackson sighed and took a step forward until he stood toe to toe with the bigger man. “What?”

            Talon said nothing as he stepped around Jackson and began rubbing the knotted muscles in Jackson’s neck and shoulders. Jackson couldn’t contain his groan of pleasure.

            “Feels good?”

            “God, yes.” Jackson dropped his chin to his chest and moaned again.

            “I’m sorry you had such a bad night, baby. I’m sure next time will be better,” Talon whispered as he moved his hands lower down Jackson’s back.

            Jackson shivered and squeezed his eyes shut. He both loved and hated when Talon called him baby. “There’s not going to be a next time. I’m done. If you don’t want me, fine. I’m not doing this anymore, though.”  Bitterness tinted his words.

            “You know that it’s not because I don’t want you. You agreed to this, so just suck it up, kid.” Talon voice remained calm, but Jackson detected the steel beneath it.

            Spinning around and baring his teeth, he growled. “I was fucking fifteen when I agreed to this shit! I’m not a damn kid anymore, Talon. I stopped being a kid a long time ago.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such an asshole for a mate.” 



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Interview: Drea Becraft - Live For The Todays

Today I have the lovely and talented Drea Becraft here to talk about writing, life, and her new book Live For The Todays.

                                            

        

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