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Zeke’s Reluctant Omega

Draco International 3

As Head of Security for Draco International, Ezekiel Lowry is the unofficial fixer for the company. When a fellow dragon shifter unintentionally almost kills someone, Zeke is in charge of damage control. The moment he sets eyes on the victim, he knows he’s looking at the man who will become his omega.

Marcel Yardan moved to Verdance to pursue a career as a dancer. When an accident ruins his big stage debut, Marcel finds himself bitter and blaming the man sent to make sure he doesn’t sue Draco International—even though his canine whimpers and whines for the handsome alpha shifter. Nothing about Zeke fits with Marcel’s life plan.

Pushing away the alpha who makes his heart pound is a risky move, but when Marcel spies Zeke with another omega, his world comes crashing down—again.

Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 41,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.

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Excerpt:

. After a brief knock on the open door, he entered the room. Seeing the man propped up against the raised back of the bed sent a shockwave through Zeke’s body.

It wasn’t the large bandages that covered the side of his head and his exposed shoulder or the splint on his arm that caused any kind of reaction. Zeke had been through enough battles to have seen every kind of wound imaginable, as well as a few that were difficult to conceive. No, this was a shock of awareness on the part of his dragon, and he’d never before felt anything like it.

Caught by surprise at this new, surreal feeling, Zeke found himself momentarily dumbstruck. His dragon came to the fore, exercising dominion by sharpening his senses. He noted the damages, sensing the concussion, broken bones, multiple contusions, and the tender ankle. Simultaneously he took in the long, sinewy muscles that the shapeless hospital gown and the blanket draped over his legs couldn’t quite camouflage.

He had a powerful urge to taste Marcel Yardan. He wanted to know the exact flavor of his kiss, his dark chocolate skin, and his seed. His dragon purred insistently, demanding a sample, and Zeke had every intention of indulging it.

“You’re not the doctor.”

The voice jerked Zeke from the primal reverie that had overtaken him. He glanced to his left to find a man seated in a chair next to the bed. With his highlighted blond hair and cornflower blue eyes to bring out his handsomeness, and a ripped body to match, this man qualified as a potential impediment to Zeke’s claiming of his mate.

That man had noted his non-medical status.

Zeke drew himself up, puffing out his chest to appear even larger. “You’re not the patient.”

The guy’s gaze wandered Zeke’s body. “You’re not a relative, either.”

Gritting his teeth, Zeke threw the observation back. “Nor are you.”

“Friend,” the blond said. He looked to Marcel. “You know this guy?”

Marcel seemed dazed. He stared at Zeke. After a long time, a response croaked from his throat. “No.”

Zeke reached toward the tray next to the bed. “You need water.” He held the cup to Marcel’s lips while the potential omega sipped.

After a bit, Marcel leaned back. “Thank you. I didn’t catch your name or why you’re here.”

“Ezekiel Lowry, but my friends call me Zeke.”

Marcel offered his hand. “I’m Marcel, and this is my friend, Holden.”

The first contact of skin sent a jolt of electricity and need through Zeke, and it left Marcel with a more confused wrinkle to his lovely chin. “I’m the Head of Security for Draco International.”

“Oh,” Holden gasped. “You’re from the theater?”

A bit of Marcel’s confusion leaped to Zeke. “Theater?”

Holden sat up straighter and clasped his hands in front of his chest. “The Verdance Theater. Draco International is a major sponsor of the arts. They have the biggest banners in the lobby.”

Zeke shrugged. Amar would know more about where DI spent their money. “I’m in security, not philanthropy.”

“Mr. Lowry, why are you here?” Marcel asked. It bothered Zeke that Marcel didn’t treat him with familiarity. He didn’t want any barriers of propriety standing between them.

Koren’s Omega Neighbor

Draco International 2

Chayton Sadler wasn’t looking for love in Verdance. The minute after he fulfilled the terms of his uncle’s will, he planned to be back home with his pack of black Labs.

Koren Tafari wasn’t looking for love, but from the moment he set eyes on the sexy canine shifter and his dragon purred, he knew his number was up. Rather than fight it, he vowed to make Chay fall in love with him.

Some things are easier said than done, especially when his former mentor returns and is now an adversary threatening everything Koren holds dear.

Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 44,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.

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Excerpt:

Chay reached for the stack, and his hand brushed the handsome neighbor’s mighty paw. A charge ran through him, and the dog part of him let loose with a subsonic whine.

The man stilled. That knowing gaze probed the depth of Chay’s eyes for something. Time seemed to stand still with that handsome face frozen in a frown. Chay had the opportunity to note the light brown stubble staining the man’s tanned skin and the tiny laugh lines around those entirely kissable lips. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through that mop of hair and what it would feel like for that stubble to scratch across his stomach.

This guy had to be almost twice his age. He was closer to Chay’s fathers’ ages than Chay’s, but right now, Chay couldn’t seem to care. The years melted away, and his canine let loose another subsonic whine.

Releasing his hold on the mail, the guy took a step closer, his nose twitching as he—was he sniffing Chay? This dude was a canine shifter? Given his size, he had to be a Great Dane or an extra-large Pyrenees.

Chay squared his shoulders and straightened his posture. He kept his gaze glued to his upstairs neighbor. When the guy took another step closer, Chay backed up. “I didn’t catch your name.”

A rumbling came from deep in the man’s throat. Was he purring? Maybe he was a cat shifter, maybe a panther or lion. Fuck—that meant he was dangerous. But he didn’t seem like he was unstable. “Koren Tafari.”

Tafari rhymed with safari, so maybe Koren was a lion shifter. Lions were known for being unpredictable, territorial, and they had violent tempers. Or he was way off. Maybe this guy was just strange.

Even if he was a shifter, Koren’s intensity meant he was focused and possibly an apex predator. As a member of an easygoing breed, Chay could do without that kind of stress in his life. No matter how much his canine wanted to inhale Koren’s delicious scent or rub his head against the man’s side, he wasn’t going to do it.

Chay stuck out a hand. “Hi, Koren. I’m Chay. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll get down to the post office first thing and get the address corrected. I’m sorry about the inconvenience.”

Those blue eyes moved over his body, heat lasering away Chay’s clothes and leaving no doubt as to the content of the older man’s thoughts. “It’s not an inconvenience. You’re new to the city?”

The deep timbre of his voice rumbled through Chay’s body, leaving a yearning shiver in its wake.

“Yeah. I grew up about twelve hours away.” He meant to glance around the elegant lobby, but he found it impossible to break the hold Koren had over him. “I’m still figuring out where things are.”

“You’re a jogger?” Somehow, Koren managed to move closer, and Chay was just now noticing. He fingered the strap of Chay’s backpack. “How far are you planning to go?”

By Chay’s calculations, he’d covered at least a dozen miles. “I went already. I got a couple hours in.”

Koren’s brows lifted. “A serious runner sweats.”

Dogs panted, and Chay had barely broken a sweat in the mile between the park and the apartment. Meeting Koren’s challenge, he chuckled. “Do they?”

Again, Koren’s gaze moved over him. “What kind of shifter are you?”

Oh—so they were going to get it all out in the open now?

Chay didn’t blink. “Lab.”

Koren grinned, a careless, flirty expression with a hint of lust. “I’ve always had an affinity for larger breeds.”

“What are you?” He hoped Koren wasn’t a tiger or anything that might eat a dog.

“Dragon.”

Lots of creatures shifted, but to Chayton’s recollection, they were actual animals that existed as non-shifters. Dragons were fiction. Backing up, Chay held up a hand. “Like a Komodo dragon?”

“Sharp-Winged.”

“There’s no such thing as—”

Amaricio’s Omega

Draco International 1

Amaricio Granger was looking for an assistant, one who would be thoughtful and loyal to the hard-working, alpha dragon shifter. He wanted someone to pick up his dry cleaning and bring coffee. He hadn’t been looking for an omega mate.

Edgar Vidal never thought he’d get the job. What did a personal assistant do, anyway? When he showed up for the job interview as the only candidate not wearing a power suit, he knew he didn’t have a chance. But that was before a chance encounter with the ruggedly handsome CFO of Draco International.

Finding love was easy, but when the most powerful dragon in the Sharp-Winged Tribe disapproves of the union, staying together may prove impossible. How much is Amaricio willing to sacrifice to be with the omega who won his heart? Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 45,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.

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Excerpt:

A man came up next to him, talking on the phone in an unfamiliar language. His voice came out in a low rumble that Edgar felt more than heard, and he had a cologne that piqued Edgar’s curiosity. Much like the others in the lobby, he wore a suit and tie. He had a rugged face with sharp features and strong lines. His dark hair and eyes added a sort-of mystique that made him handsome instead of unfortunate-looking. He had a distinguished air about him, an authority that Edgar would want in a personal assistant. This guy got things done.

He ended the call and dried his hands.

As he turned away, Edgar noticed a crumb on the man’s cheek.

“Hey, you have—”

The guy swiveled back, one brow raised.

Edgar lifted a hand to his own cheek to indicate the location of the crumb. “Blueberry crumble?”

He wiped at his cheek, missing the crumb. Instead of using the mirror to check, his gaze concentrated on Edgar. “Better?”

Edgar brushed it away, noting the smoothness of the man’s skin. “The bakery down the street has the best blueberry crumble muffins. When I’m being very bad, I get one.”

“Bad?” The accompanying frown was downright menacing.

Keeping a friendly smile because he realized the man had misunderstood his intention, he explained. “They have like a thousand calories. I swear, I eat one, and a love handle pops out to wave at me.”

The man’s sinful gaze wandered up and down Edgar’s body, and then he seemed to dismiss it entirely. Okay, maybe the sinful part had been only in Edgar’s mind. He sucked on the left side of his lower lip, a nervous habit that Brielle said was endearing but probably wasn’t all that great. His gaze fell to the man’s tie.

It was a power tie, deep red with flecks of gold thread. “Oh, that blueberry sure gets away from you.”

The guy’s gaze dropped to the tie, and his growl matched his expression.

“I have a stain stick.” Edgar opened his leather messenger bag that he’d picked up at a charity resale shop for five dollars. A short rummage brought him to his prize. He held it up. “Here.”

The frown was gone, but the quizzical look was back.

“It works. I swear. I just used it on my shirt this morning.” He untucked a corner where he’d spilled coffee and lifted it to so that the rugged man could see. “Coffee stain, gone. It’s like magic.”

Rugged man took it and dabbed at the stain until it disappeared. Then he handed the stain stick back. “Thanks.”

“If this restroom had air dryers, you could dry your tie.” He secured the lid on the stain stick and tucked it back into his bag. “Hopefully it’ll dry before your interview.”

“Interview?”

Edgar held out his hand. “I’m Edgar. Good luck today.”

That confused look was back. “You’re here to interview for the personal assistant job?” The guy shook his hand, but he made it seem like it was his idea.

The question made him self-conscious. He didn’t know anything about the man or the company, and he hadn’t thought it was the kind of job that required a suit. “Yeah. Snowball’s chance for me, but maybe I’ll treat myself to a blueberry crumble after.”

The confusion morphed back into a frown. Rugged man came by that face honestly. “Why would you think you don’t have a chance?” A gleam in his dark eyes demanded answers, and Edgar found himself giving them.

“No experience, and I don’t own a suit. I was thinking this would be the kind of job where I picked up the dry cleaning, walked the dog, and went on coffee runs. Maybe do some emergency grocery shopping. I don’t know—stuff a busy guy doesn’t have time to do.” He motioned in the direction of the lobby and leaned forward. “Those people all have business degrees. I don’t know the first thing about business.”

“But you’re still going through with the interview?”

Edgar shrugged. “It’ll be a learning experience.”

The light in the man’s eyes changed to thoughtful. His gaze wandered up and down Edgar again, this time with an appraising light. “You helped me out even though you think we’re competing for the same job.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be kind, and you’re the one who has to live with yourself when you aren’t.” He tilted his head in a farewell to the strangely handsome stranger, and he returned to the lobby to wait for his interview.

 

Perfect Blend: Kofi’s Omega

Bear’s Cove 3

Building a new life after a failed marriage isn’t easy.

Hoyt Graziano is determined to open a coffee shop in Bear’s Cove. It’s the perfect small town for his shop, Perfect Blend. Only it’s also the town where his ex-husband lives.

Lusting after his brother’s husband drove Kofi Freeman away years ago.

Now that they’re divorced, he allows himself an afternoon of bliss with the man who stars in every one of his fantasies.

But his loyalty to his family makes him reject the vulnerable omega afterward. It doesn’t take Kofi long to realize that he made a terrible mistake, but Hoyt isn’t impressed with his apology. He’s not willing to forgive and forget.

How can he prove his love to a prideful and stubborn omega whose heart he didn’t mean to break?

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Excerpt:

A man lounged against his door, his wide shoulders spanning most of the distance. His body narrowed where he’d tucked his shirt into jeans, showcasing the powerful muscles of his hips and thighs.

Hoyt’s gaze roved down and back up, taking in the full lips and how the wind lifted strands of black hair, messing them up in a way that only increased the sexiness. Then he took off his sunglasses, and Hoyt found himself nailed to the spot by those brilliant blue eyes. The sky reflected in them, casting them an even darker hue.

He sucked in a breath and forced his body not to respond. This was just like every fucking holiday and family-oriented get-together for six of the past seven years. He’d forgotten the physical way his body reacted to Kofi, and it irritated him. “What do you want?” A bit of that annoyance came out in his voice, but he didn’t care. Kofi had it coming.

He moved away from the door, which put him closer to Hoyt. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’d talked to Chase?”

Hoyt rolled his eyes and moved past Kofi. He stuck the key in the lock, but it wouldn’t turn. So now his attempt to make a dramatic getaway was ruined. He jiggled the handle and tried again, but it didn’t work.

Kofi’s hand closed around Hoyt’s as he took over. His jiggling worked better, and the lock disengaged. He pushed the door open, stepped back, and handed the key to Hoyt.

When Hoyt tried to grab it back, Kofi held tight to the part of the key ring with a dangling thingy printed with The Black Bear Inn’s logo. A warning flashed in his eyes, the kind that might have him on his knees if the circumstances were different. “Hoyt, don’t be pissy. I had a legitimate concern.”

Hoyt parked his free hand on his hip. “Let go of my fucking keys. I didn’t ask you to come here, and I don’t owe you an explanation. You’re not my alpha.”

“You asked me for a favor.”

At the reminder, heat traveled up Hoyt’s neck. Fucking fair skin got blotchy whenever he got mad. “You said no, and I moved on.”

 

Tanzil’s Second Chance

Bear’s Cove 2

A Warden’s job is to protect

Six years ago, Tanzil Jareth failed to protect his family. To atone for that, he has dedicated his life to protecting all bear shifters from the humans who would exploit or kill them. When a hiking bear shifter goes missing, nothing was going to keep Tanzil from rescuing him.

Lost with nowhere to go

Logan Fordline doesn’t know what he wants in life. Nothing he’s tried has suited him. So he decides to spend a few days roaming in his bear form to try to figure out what he’s supposed to do with his life. Of course, he didn’t think that he’d be targeted by humans hoping to show him off as a freak attraction.

Rescuing Logan wasn’t that difficult, but resisting the chemistry between them is impossible. Will Tanzil be able to put the past behind him and move forward with a new love, and will Logan find a path in life that leaves him fulfilled and happy? Welcome to Bear’s Cove, a hidden community of gay bear shifters. Tanzil’s Second Chance is a 33,000-word, gay male pregnancy romance that includes passionate and explicit sexual content, including bondage, light D/s, and violence. Suitable for adult audiences.

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He felt Logan’s hand on his arm, the thick fabric of his work shirt no match for the heat of the younger man’s touch. Feelings zinged through Tanzil — desire and possessiveness — originating at the point of contact.

Being a Warden meant he was more in touch with the primal pieces of his shifter nature than most other bears. Right now, his inner bear roared for Logan Fordline. Heat washed through his body, a flame that could only be assuaged by this omega.

“Omega, I am barely holding on right now. Please refrain from touching me, and it would be best if you left the room.”

He expected Logan to perhaps be hurt or upset. Pouting would be welcome because that was a huge turn-off for Tanzil. He waited for Logan to flounce away, but he only moved closer, wrapping his arms around Tanzil’s midsection and resting his cheek against the back of Tanzil’s shoulder.

“You didn’t leave me to suffer alone, and I won’t leave you.”

Tanzil snorted, chuffing a sharp warning. “Young one, it isn’t my grief that threatens you right now; it’s my alpha nature. My bear wants you, and it’s difficult to fight it with you so near.” His bear hadn’t wanted anyone since Namir, and the force with which it strained against its bonds stole his breath.

Logan’s arms drew away, and he stepped back, but not far enough to quell the rising havoc inside Tanzil.

“Farther,” he growled. “Go into the living room.”

“I can’t make lunch from there,” Logan returned. “How about you go into the living room? Or you could go take a cold shower. Or you could just kiss me.”

It was too much, and Tanzil was out of practice reigning in his alpha nature. Whirling, he lifted Logan, holding the smaller man’s body against his own as his lips sought sustenance. He closed his mouth over Logan’s, demanding submission from this omega. Logan softened against him, his arms twining around Tanzil’s neck as the omega’s lips parted on a sigh.

Tanzil’s alpha nature stood up on its hind legs and let loose with a mighty roar. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deep to stake a claim. The taste of him was like nothing he’d experienced before — sweet and spicy, and somehow liquid. It filled his senses and traveled his veins. He felt it in every corner of his body.

His hands roamed Logan’s back, exploring the hard planes before venturing lower to squeeze handfuls of each delightfully rounded cheek. Small, gruff moans issued from Logan, feeding Tanzil’s frenzy. He wanted to rip away the fabric covering Logan’s body and bury his cock deep inside the submissive man, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to temper his violence.

So he broke away, a brutal severing of their connection that sent his bear into a rage. Before he could do something he’d regret, he snagged his shifter pack from the counter, threw it around his torso, and bolted out the back door. He shifted to his bear form mid-step, shredding his clothes.

He ran from his home, his refuge.

He ran from the unexplained feelings he couldn’t control.

He ran from the man he’d left standing in his kitchen who did things to him no man had done since his heart had died that horrific night so many years before. Mostly, he ran from himself.

Dak’s Omega (Bear’s Cove 1) by A.J. Stone

An MPreg Romance

Bear’s Cove is Dak’s chance to start over. Chase has been an outcast his whole life. Can this handsome alpha win the heart of a wild omega?

Bear’s Cove is Dak Freeman’s chance to start over.

Leaving Forrest Hills and his ex-husband behind, Dak vowed to start over as a deputy in the small, bear-shifter town of Bear’s Cove. On his two first nights, he’s called to a nightclub to restore order. Both times, handsome Chase Longfellow is the one causing problems.

Chase Longfellow had been an outcast his whole life.

Waking up in a jail cell wasn’t a new experience for Chase, and this time was more fun because it afforded him a chance to flirt with the virile new alpha Daddy on the other side of the bars.

Dak’s alpha nature means he can’t help but take the wayward cub in hand, and when the omega responds to his dominance, Dak’s fractured heart begins to heal.

A passionate night leaves Chase pregnant, but when Dak’s ex returns and tragedy strikes, everything is threatened. Is their new love strong enough to survive?

Welcome to Bear’s Cove, a hidden community of gay bear shifters. Dak’s Omega is a 32,000-word, gay male pregnancy romance that includes passionate and explicit sexual content, including bondage, Daddy/cub dynamic, and violence, suitable for adult audiences.


Excerpt:

Nerves randomly fired in Chase’s body, making him feel off-kilter as he entered Dak’s house. He should have come straight here from work. Beneath his greasy mechanic’s coveralls, his clothes had been in fine shape. Except they smelled like the garage, and Dak had seemed strangely distant when he’d come by.

Dak’s fingertips were a gentle pressure on Chase’s lower back. “Are you hungry?”

This wasn’t a date. No matter what kind of mixed signals he was getting from Dak, the last one had been clear—he wasn’t flirting. Of course, Dak hadn’t flirted at all. In flashes and moments, there had been hints of desire, the chemical pull of attraction, and that spanking. The skin on Chase’s ass heated just from the memory.

This wasn’t a date—except Dak had changed into jeans that made the bulge at the apex of his thighs look that much larger and a shirt that emphasized his wide shoulders and strong chest. The short sleeves strained to cover Dak’s massive biceps.

Chase leaned into the hand on his back, turning to face Dak. Inches separated them. He held up the key to the patrol car. “I brought these.”

Dak’s clear blue gaze didn’t acknowledge the statement. Wordlessly he demanded a response.

“I’m hungry.” He didn’t specify exactly what he was craving. Though whatever was in the oven smelled scrumptious, Chase wanted to taste something else. Right now, he wanted another kiss from the deputy. Not one to wait for what he wanted, Chase rose to his toes and pressed his lips to Dak’s. It was an offering, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Dak’s fingertips slid to Chase’s waist, the pressure increasing until his grip was firm. Dak’s tongue traced along Chase’s lower lip, and Chase opened to this gentle request.

Once he did that, all bets were off. Dak gripped the back of Chase’s neck, tilting his head to let Dak’s tongue inside. With his kiss, he ravaged Chase’s mouth and liquefied his bones.

KB Blitz: Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now—Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #PNR #erotica #romance #gay

Blurb:

Politics has never been so sexy!

Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.

Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.

It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?

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Excerpt:

“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”

Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”

With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”

“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”

“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”

Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.

He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”

She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.

“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”

“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”

A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

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KB Review: Doctor’s Orders by Lucy Felthouse

Kinky M/M Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse, Doctor’s Orders, Out Now! (@cw1985) #mm #kink #bdsm

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Blurb:

Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?

Note: Doctor’s Orders has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.

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Excerpt:

Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend, Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution, but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.

The corridor stretched on, and Aaron thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white paint and grey dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make for a dull walk to the locker room.

As he continued his journey, he saw that a supply cupboard door on the left hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t open the door again to let themselves out.

Reaching the door, he’d just opened his mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.

“Wha—”

Aaron didn’t even get chance to finish his exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!

The fresh, spicy scent of Blake’s cologne invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously, and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out, remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.

Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.

The move had clearly fanned the flames of Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no return.

But could there be a point of no return, given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted, it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…

Kissing Bandits Review:

Doctor’s Orders is one smoking hot novella! Felthouse delivers–as usual–in this short tale of two lovers, Blake and Aaron, who go off for a holiday retreat to celebrate Aaron’s birthday. Their love for one another adds a delicious level of eroticism to their kinky play, and Felthouse’s singular writing style weaves a charming, sensual, and sexual tale you won’t want to put down. At times light and humorous, Doctor’s Orders is a must-read for those seeking spank bank (or wank bank, as the Brits say) material.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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BDSM Anthology–Now Available

Lost Goddess Publishing is proud to announce that Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan’s collaborative Hot Lunches are available as one anthology. As a bonus, we’ve included a never-before-seen MM short story called The Panther’s Mate.

bdsm anthologyBOTHCatherine and The Spanking Room: To celebrate a special night, Catherine visits Club Alegria’s infamous Spanking Room where she finds herself well used by Master Carlos. Warnings: m/f, f/f elements, m/f/m, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, flogging, sex toys, bondage

Master Eddie’s Sub: Marina finds herself in heaven when Eddie takes her to Club Alegria for her first public and group scenes. Warnings: m/f, m/f/m, m/f/f/m, f/f elements, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex  toys, bondage.

Master Jett’s Surprise: When Amy agrees to be Zach’s  resent to his Master, her wildest fantasies come true.​Warnings: m/m/f, m/m, spanking, bondage, flogging, sex toys

The Panther’s Mate (previously unpublished bonus MM short): Jack wants nothing more than to meet Ridley Sawyer, the lead singer of his favorite band. When the hot celebrity notices Jack, sparks fly. But will the secret Ridley’s hiding scare away the man who could be his mate?
Word Count: 22, 048

 

Excerpt from Catherine and the Spanking Room:

He sat behind his desk, watching her intently, his expression unreadable. He had sexy eyes, unexpectedly blue against his Hispanic coloring, and his thick mane of dark hair made her  fingers itch to run her fingers through. An assortment of paddles, canes, and whips hung on the wall behind him, giving the office a decidedly dungeon feel. At last he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Catherine, you’ve been caught masturbating in class again.”

She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “I can’t help it, Master Carlos. Every time I see you walking the halls, your muscles bulging out of your suit and your huge package front and center, just teasing me, I have to touch myself. It’s not my fault that everybody likes to watch.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and she took that as a good sign. She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties over. “Would you like to watch?”

He came around the desk. She thought he’d perch on the corner where he’d have a better view of her pussy, but he hauled her from the chair and pushed her down over the hard wooden desktop. “Lift your arms up and hold on to the edge. Your punishment is a thorough spanking. If you climax while I’m smacking your ass, you will be punished further.”
Excerpt from Master Eddie’s Sub:

A glance down proved that Eddie was aroused by the idea of doing things to her in public, and that calmed her more than words could. He shifted her to stand in front of him. Master Carlos had released Catherine’s nipple, and now he worked on her ass with a wooden paddle. She shrieked and howled, but when he let up, she said, “Getting tired already, Master? I’m barely feeling it.” Her ass was a maze of redness, and bruises would no doubt appear in a little while.

Eddie slid his hands up Marina’s thighs, reaching under her shirt to knead her breasts. Marina relaxed against his strong body and let herself enjoy her Sir’s attention. Master Carlos resumed spanking Catherine, this time with a tree branch that whistled through the air and left welts across her ass and thighs, and Eddie slid his hand under her skirt and into her panties. Marina gasped when his probing fingers found her wet and ready. Though she didn’t want to be spanked, the sight of someone else being disciplined definitely turned her on. That, and Eddie’s proximity. Just the smell of him got her hot and bothered.

 

Excerpt from Master Jett’s Surprise:

“Amy, on your feet with your legs spread shoulder-width. Zach, I’m going to unwrap my present. Kneel on the bed so that you can watch.”
Zach shed his shorts and placed himself in position. He had a build that leaned more toward stocky, and his powerful physique lent him a beautiful grace. Master Jett openly admired his lover before turning his attention to Amy. She stood as he’d commanded, but her panties perched just above her knees instead of sliding down her legs. She left them alone, something for Master Jett to remove.

​Jett nudged her a bit, turning her so that Zach could have a prime view of her assets. He tugged at the wide, red bow draped over her breasts. It came loose easily, caressing her skin as he pulled it away. He set it on the bed and studied her. Amy resisted the urge to fidget. Both Zach and Jett had seen her nude before, but she’d never felt naked in their presence.Standing there in sexy lingerie, waiting for Jett to remove her clothes so that he could torture and fuck her, made her nervous for the first time.

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Tristan’s Lover–MM Paranormal from Nic Tiernan

My good friend, Nicoline Tiernan, has a novella out! Her first MM paranormal is Tristan’s Lover, and it’s about a vampire and a werewolf who fall in love and fight to stay together. What do I love about this one? It’s hilarious and hot. Check it out:

Tristan's Lover 500Blurb:

Tristan has all the time in the world to be in love. He’s going to live eternally—that’s what vampires do. And now that he’s found his soul mate in Eric he plans on living happily forever after. But not all stories can have a fairytale ending, especially  when Eric’s father, the lycan king, has declared war against all vampires. Will their love survive?

Warnings: MM, shifter sex, BDSM elements

Word Count: 17,528

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Tristan charged, narrowly avoiding the creatures claws as he flipped over and onto the beast’s back. He grabbed a tangle of fur and held on. The creature bucked and spun, but Tristan wouldn’t be shaken. The animal changed its tactics and began to roll. Tristan clasped his arms around its chest and wrapped his legs around its waist.

Tristan managed to wrangle the beast into a half Nelson, but the rolling continued. Tristan laughed as the two  careened into trees, through bushes, and began to pick up speed as they traveled downhill. The ride came to a sudden stop when they smashed into a rock wall, and the two tumbled apart.

“That was awesome,” shouted Tristan. “We should run up the hill and do it again.” He suggested this as he reached down and pulled out a branch that had wedged between his ribs. The skin instantly closed around the wound. Tristan laughed as he attempted to dust off what was left of his torn pants.

The Lycan rose to its full height and began to transform back into human form. Standing before Tristan was a young man in his early twenties—dark hair, well-toned body, and completely naked.

“You know if you wanted to get me out of these pants, you could have just asked,” chided Tristan. He unbuttoned the jeans and tossed them aside so he was left standing in his boy shorts.

“You suck,” said the man.

“Only if you ask nicely,” said Tristan while he batted his eyelashes.

The man jumped at Tristan and pinned his arms and back against the rock. “They would have killed you if they’d caught you.”

“Relax, Eric. They’ll never catch me.”

Eric grabbed Tristan by the throat. “You don’t get it. This isn’t a game,” he growled.

“It is if you play it right.” Tristan smirked.

Eric kissed Tristan hard on the mouth. “What am I going to with you?”

“I can think of at least a dozen things you can do.” Tristan’s underwear suddenly felt very tight.

“Take those off,” Eric commanded pointing to Tristan’s shorts.

“I don’t feel like it.” Tristan said.

Eric’s fingers transformed into giant claws, and then he tore at the underwear with surgical precision until they were shreds upon the forest floor.

“Seriously, those were Egyptian cotton, fifty dollars a pair,” Tristan sighed.

“Bill me,” said Eric. He grabbed Tristan and kissed him.

Tristan pushed him away. “This is the most expensive date I’ve ever been on,” he said.

“Who said this was a date?” Eric seized Tristan’s hair and pulled his head back. He kissed him roughly.

Tristan pushed him away. “Easy cowboy. At least buy me dinner first.”

“Shut up,” commanded Eric. He shoved Tristan back against the rock wall and pinned him up against it.

“I thought you said this wasn’t a date,” said Tristan.

“Don’t you ever shut up?” sighed Eric.

“You know how you can shut me up,” said Tristan suggestively.

“Get on your knees,” ordered Eric.

He dropped to his knees and stuck Eric’s enormous cock in his mouth. He sucked greedily while Eric moaned. Tristan slid his mouth up and down on Eric’s shaft while his tongue played around the tip of his lover’s uncircumcised cock.

“That’s it,” shouted Eric. “I’m gonna come so hard.” As Eric grew more excited, he grabbed the back of Tristan’s head and drove Tristan’s mouth deeper onto his cock.

Tristan was thankful that he never had much of a gag reflex. He took Eric’s full shaft from tip to base again and again. Eric howled loudly as he shot his hot cum down Tristan’s throat. Tristan took the entire load easily. Eric shuddered and leaned on Tristan’s shoulders.

“That was fucking amazing,” moaned Eric. He pulled Tristan off his knees and kissed him. “That made you hard didn’t it, baby?” asked Eric as he grabbed Tristan’s erect cock. “Give me a second,” said Eric as he suddenly transformed into his lycan form. He held Tristan’s dick in his hairy, clawed paw when he whipped Tristan around and shoved his massive wolf cock into Tristan’s ass. Eric pumped in and out slowly while his paw slid up and down Tristan’s cock.