My name’s Tevy and you’ll find me staring out the window of a psychiatric center. I’m not crazy, I don’t think. I see angels. Not the sweet faced, flowing robe kind either. I see sword-wielding, flying over our heads and killing each other angels. Everyone thinks I’m nuts, which is why I’m in here. For a while, I thought maybe that something went wrong in my head, maybe from my parents dying. But I was wrong, terribly wrong about everything: my parents, the angels, who I truly am or rather what I am. Once I’m out, I have to dodge the angels without raising anyone's suspicions including the boy next door that has some secrets of his own. Dylan soon learns I’m not as normal as I pretend to be, but will he tell? Crazy or not, I can’t go back to the isolation ward.
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She was led into a large building that already had a lot of people in it. It had numerous carved decorations on the outside, including the horns from deer and other animals she could not identify. There were some tattered clothes waving in the breeze at the top of the building, but that was all she had time to see as they entered. It didn’t take a lot to guess its purpose. Mostly men filled the long tables. Males and females carried food or drinks to sit by the men as they came in or when someone required more. The smell was good, but it was unreal, like something out of the History Channel. What she did notice was that not all the serving people wore the long garments. Some of the women wore long skirts with fur decorations. These women had gold bands on their wrists with fur tops adorned with gold and precious stones.
A fire pit was in the center with only a small fire in it. She guessed because it was warm outside, they didn’t build it up. At one side of the room was a table by itself with several men who looked like they might be the big honchos. She couldn’t remember what you called the guy who was the leader of Vikings, but she had no doubt that the room was definitely filled with large blond Vikings.
Asta led her to a dark corner. She was grateful to be out of the way in a place where she could watch and learn. Her back all the way down to her butt hurt like hell. To tell the truth, she was scared. It was hard to believe that this bunch of barbarians could exist in modern day Denmark and there was a slight possibility that she was no longer in modern day Denmark. that didn’t make sense either.
The men were mostly decked out in leathers plus furs. They had their long hair decorated in different ways, braids and ties with some areas cut short, some even shaved to the scalp. Nevertheless, all had some of the hair very long. To her surprise there was a clean look to all of them, even as they ate with their hands or drinking from big tankards.
She might expect to see big chunks of meat on the tables, but she was surprised to also see bowls of cooked along with fresh vegetables including roots and greens. There were big mounds of cheese in various colors passed around as they used individual large knives to carve out chunks. She actually saw milk being poured into low bowls that bread was dipped into as they ate.
She saw some bowls of small apples and plums that hands were reaching for as all the talk grew louder. As a joke, someone threw an apple and a small food fight broke out, which wouldn’t have been a problem if a couple of knives hadn’t been added. They threw the knives with a great deal of precise control, landing point first near a comrade or embedded into the back of a large wooden chair. One flew into the wall near where Kathryn was carefully leaning.
Kathryn flinched, but refused to move or slide to the floor as those near her did. There was a lot of laughter with more words that she didn’t understand. One of the large men jumped up over a table with the intent to retrieve his knife out of the wall near her.
He reached for the blade, turning with a large grin. He caught sight of her. He had been one of the men who had found her in the forest. He seemed to recognize her. He stopped to reach for the long braid that was lying over her shoulder.
“Hah.” That was the only word she understood as he pulled her by her braid out to the table. She grabbed her braid just above his hand to save the pain to her head but had no choice but to be thrown on the table with all the food. As soon as he let go of her, she came up with a small knife on the table and closed her hand over the handle.. Before she could do any damage, another large hand was immediately around her wrist.
Have you ever tasted your own stuff?” His curiosity seemed
to know no bounds. The words were coming straight from his penis
without the normal filtering. When Cody shook his head yes, he
asked, “You ever wanted to suck one?” Benjamin swallowed hard
when the words escaped. Cody glanced at him timidly and nodded.
“You ever see another man’s cock?” Just how virgin was he? “I mean,
besides mine.” He grinned like a fool.
Cody shook his head and they lost eye contact again.
Benjamin groaned. He was so damn hot and hard he may just
break the zipper on his pants. He glanced around and walked faster to
the side of the house. The backside had only one big window and he
quickly let the horse go. The big Beast walked toward the barn as
Benjamin turned toward Cody. His hand shifted lower and the wind
kicked up slightly as he placed a hand over his crotch.
Cody froze. His eyes shifted toward the cupped appendage.
“Do you wanna see my cock, again?”
“Right here?” Cody glanced around.
“Get on your knees. That is, if you want to see it...” Benjamin let the words fade off. Maybe he pushed Cody too far too fast? Shit, he hoped not. He needed to rub one out more than he needed his next
heartbeat. It was four agonizing breaths before Cody nodded and lowered to his knees. Sweet Heaven, his mouth was directly across from Benjamin’s throbbing but covered desire.
Slowly he undid the single button and carefully lowered the zipper. His cock strained, and popped free into the open air. The wind caressed Benjamin’s hard length and he quickly shifted to free his
balls then glanced at Cody. The man seemed transfixed. He stared at Benjamin’s cock with parted lips and wide eyes.
“It’s big...” he said.
Benjamin grinned, nodded and took his heavy balls into his palm. Slowly, efficiently, he massaged them. Over and over then faster until his hips jerked forward. He rubbed his palm over the wet
tip of his penis. Shivers of delight ran up his spine as skin glided against soft flesh. Finally, Benjamin gripped his shaft. Tight and fast, he began pumping into his hand. “Open your mouth.” He ordered
Cody. Would the boy listen? Would he drink down the cum ready to spew? Benjamin pumped harder and groaned when Cody parted his lips. “You’re going to drink every drop.”
Cody nodded, blond hair bobbing with the movement.
Benjamin wanted him on the ground licking his ass but he doubted he’d make it that far or if Cody would agree. He bent his knees slightly. His cock head only an inch from those perfect open
lips. The faster he stroked the more pleasure seeped up his spine. Cody’s eyes were on his package and with one final thrust, he came. Benjamin’s seed spurted out. It struck Cody on the cheek and
the lips, then finally went into his mouth. He kept wanking, forced every drop to free itself and splatter onto Cody’s tongue. “Shit!” He fell back, and his butt smacked against the house as he finally let go
of his cock.
Cody swallowed, licked his lips and swirled the cum in his mouth. “It’s salty,” he muttered.
Benjamin nearly collapsed at the sight. His dick began to soften and hang. “I hope you don’t think I’m some crazy pervert. I wanted...needed...”
“I could have said no,” Cody said as he rose to his feet. “Even though you have the gun.” A small smile crept onto his lips.
“How’d you like your first cock?” Benjamin asked as he put his satisfied friend back in his pants.
Cody just grinned.
Finally, she opened her eyes. It was indeed her fairy man. His body pushed against her side and those amazing wings tucked against his back. She wanted to see them fully extended, his body exposed to her eyes. He could please himself and she’d gladly lick up the remains.
“I want you.”
The best words a girl could hear in this position. She licked her lips, leaned forward and positioned her hands on his chest. His flat nipples perked as she circled them with her fingers and that raw moan escaped his lips. His abs were stone, she explored each ripple of muscle. That loincloth still rested across his hips. It tented, dangerously close to popping stitches. She loosened the thin straps that held him secure and urged the cloth aside. Her mouth instantly watered, her body ached with lust. His shaft was seriously impressive. It jut thickly from a small nest of black curls, his heavy sacs were a treat for the eyes. “Well now, you look good enough to eat.” She grinned, feeling bolder than she’d ever felt before. Her ex-husband would pass out in shock. She wanted to do things to her fairly man that would make a whore blush. Brook was all ready to taste test his hunk of flesh but he pressed her shoulders back to the bed. She looked into those amazing eyes.
“I want to make love with you.”
How sweet was her subconscious? “Same here, fairy man...”
He gave her a quizzical look, his grin extremely adorable. There was nothing unattractive about her fantasy man. Did she know how to create a man or what? His lips found her earlobe. Sucking gently before he nibbled his way to her mouth. This kiss was more intense. His tongue dominated, his body shifted and before she could catch her breath, her shirt lifted. Her tanned tummy held a few pounds she’d been trying to lose for the last three years. He didn’t seem to mind. His warm palm slid up, her body quivered in anticipation as he shoved the material to her neck and gazed at her plain white bra. Plain white? What happened? She should be wearing something sexy in this dream, like black lace or red silk and what about those pounds. Hello, her dream, she was always perfect in here, only in here. She lifted her head, ready to get seriously confused when he cupped her breast. The feel was too superb to complain. Her nipple instantly puckered, all her nerves bounced and her back arched. He found her tip after a few gentle strokes. She reached over and clenched handful of his silky black hair. Tugging until his lips were at hers, and then they kissed. The passion was instant, the desire building with each caress. He caused her body to slowly boil from his touch. He trailed his lips over her chin, down her neck and toward those aching nerves. His tongue followed this wonderful path over the soft mound of cleavage and to her nipple. Fairy man was one hell of a licker. He used that tongue through her bra and tipped the cup lower so it was flesh on flesh. “Sweet Heaven.”
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Eochaid stood behind a row of Gardai monitoring CCTV cameras in the Harcourt Street Garda headquarters. He held a steaming cup of coffee in his hand that he had yet to take a drink from and his partner stood beside him in the darkened room with his own cup already half empty. Eochaid’s eyes were on the brief melodrama that unfolded in front of the pub and he followed the hooded figure as she went down the street away from the server. “Okay, there she goes lads, keep an eye on her…” His eyes flicked from screen to screen as he tried to anticipate where the blonde would go next.
“Ye know, you really should get out in the sun more, Eochaid,” Niall chided as he stood beside his partner, “you’re looking kind of pale lately.” Ribbing his more-than-serious partner was a favourite past-time of Niall’s. He felt it kept Eochaid on his toes. Niall knew it annoyed the man as well, which made it more than worth his while.
Eochaid gave a tight smile, his eyes never wavering from the screens as he watched the blonde turn a corner and hurry down a side street. “I’m Irish, you pin head; I’m supposed to be pale. Besides, when’s the last time you saw the sun?”
“Touché,” Niall conceded with a nod.
“Whoa, where’d she go?” one of the seated Garda questioned as their target disappeared from their screens.
Eochaid’s excitement level grew as the smile on his face inched upwards a millimetre more. “Gotcha, you always come home…” he breathed as he watched the confusion in the surveillance room amongst the camera operators. “Do we have any rooftop cameras?” he asked loudly, above the mumbling of the confused Gardai.
One turned and gave him a frown. “Rooftop? Why would we need something like that for?”
Eochaid waved him off dismissively and the Garda turned back to his screen. “Never mind, silly question. Look sharp, she may reappear somewhere you’re not expecting.”
Niall looked at his partner with puzzlement. “Am I missing something here? You sound like you know this woman…”
Eochaid turned to face Niall and gave him one of those smiles that unnerved him so much. “I’m just a keen observer of the criminal mind, my friend,” he said matter-of-factly. “Plus, think about it logically,” he added, gesturing towards the screens, “anyone who can disappear from view like that is sure to reappear just as quickly.”
“Didn’t know we were tracking a fecking ninja,” muttered Niall as they both turned back towards the screens and hunted within the grainy, dim pictures for their target.
“Got her…I think?” called one of the Gardai at the end of the row. “Trinity Car Park, top level…but how? That’s blocks away… she couldn’t have gotten there so fast!”
“Never underestimate the wiles of the murderer,” Eochaid said as he shifted over to stand behind the Garda. He looked closely at the screen and the smile returned to his face. “They make their own opportunities and means of escape. You should all know that by now.”
“Someone’s been taking their Confucianism pills today,” Niall said as he watched the dim figure enter a car and speed off the top of the parking garage, exiting a minute later and turning down Trinity Street.
“Watch and learn, my young friend,” Eochaid said simply to his partner. He moved from screen to screen, watching for the car on each one as it sped on down the tight Dublin roads and from camera to camera.
“Young? I’m older than you, amadan…” Niall tried to protest. He was silenced by a raised hand from Eochaid as he concentrated on the path the car was taking, trying to anticipate his prey’s next move.
Kyle took a deep breath to steady his excitement then slowly unfastened Ryder’s jeans. He pulled them down just a bit, low enough to remove the semi-hard cock from Ryder’s boxers. The shaft stiffened in the palm of Kyle’s hand, and he liked the feel of the delicate flesh against his own skin. He slowly tightened his gripped and began to stroke. “Shit.” Ryder moaned again, and rolled his hips.
Kyle watched Ryder’s expression as his movements hastened. Ryder, this strong, mountain of a man, who dominated the basketball court, and practically mopped the floor with Kyle every time they played, literally melted in Kyle’s hand.
Exhilarated by that extra confidence, Kyle found the courage to take the next step. The natural step he’d wanted to take since he first laid eyes on the other man’s cock. Kyle licked his lips, then flicked the head of Ryder’s dick with his tongue.
Kyle lapped the salty surface of Ryder’s crown then encircled it with his lips, until he lowered his head, and drew half of the fleshy shaft into his mouth.
Kyle’s ears rang, and his heartbeat boomed like a bass drum inside his head. The more he sucked in, the louder Ryder’s groans became, thrilling Kyle even more.
Ryder made a hissing sound. “Careful with the teeth.”
Kyle corrected his technique and covered the thick shaft with his lips instead, then dove back down for another plunge.
“Mmm.” Ryder bucked his hips, forcing himself deeper into Kyle’s mouth. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Kyle’s eyes watered as Ryder’s cock bumped the back of his throat, flooding his mouth with Ryder’s salty-sweet essence.
Ryder grasped the back of Kyle’s head and shoved himself in harder. “Feels so fucking good.”
Kyle gripped the base, and used his hand to jack Ryder off as he continued to suck and lick, until Ryder abruptly pulled back, and stopped him.
“What?” Kyle’s mind whirled, and he fought to take Ryder’s cock back into his mouth.
Ryder’s stomach muscles rolled, and his breathing deepened. He inhaled deeply before speaking. “You’ve seriously never done this before?” Disbelief resonated in his tone.
Was he serious? He’s asking this now? “Never.”
“Shit.” Ryder licked his lips, his eyes glazed over. “So that means,” Ryder skimmed his thumb over Kyle’s tingling bottom lip, “nobody’s ever done it to you either.”
Kyle drew in a deep breath, doing his best not to bust a nut just at the thought of it. “No.”
A gleam sparked in Ryder’s eyes “Lie back.”
Chills wreaked havoc across Kyle’s flesh. Oh shit.
Ryder’s eyes danced back and forth as though searching Kyle’s for an answer to a question he hadn’t bothered to ask. His brow bunched, and he eased closer. “Just don’t forget to breathe.”
“Don’t make a sound.” Kael said. His grip tightening on me and then loosened. He quickly pulled my shirt down to cover my exposed penis and pulled away. A moment later, a branch cracked and the marine on duty came passed. Kael sat up and I quickly stilled. My heart was beating so loud it was all I could hear, the rapid thumping as blood rushed between my legs. Kael fluffed out a thin gray blanket and draped it over my lower half. The marine kept walking and Kael settled back to the ground. It was only seconds when the thin blanket lifted and Kael’s hand snuck underneath. My shirt was up, my cock once again in his capable hands. “We have exactly ten minutes before he returns.” Kael whispered. “Do you think you come before that?”
I nodded, afraid I’d scream out if I spoke. What if we were discovered?
“Good boy.” He grinned and then he moved to his stomach and stuck his head beneath the blanket.
Yeah, I nearly died right there, massive heart attack from shock. The sexy Colonel Kael Vettano just slipped his head beneath the blanket that held my hard cock. Talk about a dream come true. Then I felt it, I felt him. Kael’s lips were against the head of my cock. His mouth was around my leaking penis head. I quickly shoved a hand over my open mouth. My hips arched. Holy crap! He was sucking my cock, easing it deeper into his mouth until I felt it hit the back of his throat. Ten minutes, hell, I had a total of four seconds with this stimulation! Kael sucked hard and I blew my load. I gasped, trying so hard to keep my voice silent as I had the best orgasm of my life. Kael’s mouth was still around me, sucking, swallowing and making me stare up at the sky in complete abandon.
My breath was shaky as Kael pulled his mouth away. He eased my soften cock back into my pants and took his time zipping me up. He then pulled himself from the blanket and shifted beside me. Kael pulled the blanket from my body and placed it over his back. “Reach over and finger my ass.” He ordered.
Author Susan Hayes
Series: Kismet Cove
Tbr Reviewer : Shyla
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance,
Length : 252 pages
Rating: 5 Stars - A Must Read
Heat: 4 - Smoking Hot
It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a story so much. Ms. Hayes had me at the first page. I adored her heroine, Vivian, fierce, independent, and edgy, she had a killer sense of humor, and love for life that jumped off the page, grabbed me, and never let go! A hairstylist, working under a boss who constantly takes advantage of her hard work, Vivian quits when she contacts her mere hours before her flight is set to take off for her vacation to witness her best friends bonding ceremony. ( a marriage type contract for a triad). I knew from that moment on, me and this girl were in for a fun journey! She falls in love with the secluded town that hides a secret. I could gush on, but I don’t want to ruin a thing. The discoveries as the story progresses is a huge part of what made it so amazing. With drastic change already on her horizon, Byron, and Tucker seem like a part of fate’s plan.
Byron and Tucker were both amazing, and so very different! Selkie men, blood-bonded since they were young, the two have an almost twin like bond, and literal telepathy! From a broken home, Tucker is bound to a horrible drunken mess of a father, and duties linked to his blood. The tremendous responsibility and bitterness he holds toward the circumstances drive him out on the outskirts of the Selkie haven. He’s kept his emotions tight to his chest, until Vivian strolls in and changes his perspective, much to Bryon’s relief. From a loving family with a mother hen, who’s sassy and nurturing he’s the more lighthearted of the two men. Their banter, love for one another, and need for Vivian come together to create one hell of a story.
The sensuality of the sex scenes made me fall further in love with the triad and made me reach for a glass of water. Ms. Hayes did a hell of a job writing this one with loveable, unique characters with depth, interesting backgrounds, and a not so perfect road to happily ever after. I highly recommend this story to all romance lovers out there.
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Games We Play
By Zayne Michaels
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, M/m
Rating: 5 Stars – A Must Read
Heat: 4 – Smoking Hot
Remy is awkward, clumsy and lonely. He makes his way to a bar, where he has an unfortunate accident with a pool stick, sucks some hot penis in the parking lot and meets a man that may just be his happily ever after.
The bar details were fantastic. I could really see this dark bar with cigarette smoke in the air and the clashing of glasses. Same to be said of the characters. This is a short story, however, Remy and Colt were instantly popping out of the book. Their personalities were fantastic. Remy was so awkward, it was adorable and sweet. Colt was the hottest thing ever described. So sexy and all muscles, I wanted to lick my screen! There were several spots where I found myself giggling and others where I need to drink some cold water. So sexy.
Games We Play was such a hot, sexy read. I must read more from this author!
V-Tach's Awakening (Son of the Wind #1)
Author: A.C. Ellas
Length: 109 pgs.
Genres: M/M romance, paranormal/fantasy romance
TBR Reviewer: Amanda
Rating: 4 Stars – Recommended Read
Heat: 4 – Smoking Hot
Achilles "Pat" O'Peleon is not fan of magic - after his mother died in a magical accident during his childhood, he refused to learn the magic his sorcerer father wanted him to learn. However, he is still able to work in his father's other business, as a jockey. Their finest colt is up for running in the Triple Crown - if they can protect him from forces that are obviously trying to prevent him from racing.
I found the whole concept of this story to be interesting - the plot drew from some of the lesser used characters in mythology. Pat is a repressed pucca that only allows himself to see his own magic when he is sleeping and V-Tach (Viktor) is just a horse until his magical father (Xanthos, son of the west wind) bites him and allows his bloodline as a shape-changer to activate. Pat goes through quite the conundrum once he realizes that Viktor and V-Tach are the same being in different forms, but once he accepts him as what he is in each form, it makes his life easier. I also enjoyed that the mystery of the race problems was a normal human one typical of a racing story while the magical issues made up the background. I look forward to seeing what the author does with the series next.
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Normally, ships would have ignored this planet, except that within the shelves of the rocks laid bare from the time eons ago when the rocks had pushed up, it exposed a small vein of silver tissues that someone could extract. They were like hair and could be pulled apart. They were the most important item needed to help the large space ships do deep space jumps.
It didn’t take much, only a few of the threads, but since this was the only planet where the threads had been found in abundance, the world had been under the protection of the Council. Added to this valuable ore, the planet had produced a set of Twinned Dissnue. The Twinned Dissnue had shown up over the millennia on different planets, but they were so rare you could still count them in small numbers.
Separately, they were brilliant, used as scientists, military Commanders, strategists, inventors, and politicians. Together, in their pairs, they scared the heart from all the governments that had to deal with them, because no one could guess how powerful they could be or what they could do.
Everyone knew when Bleak, part of a Twinned Dissnue was home. He was down the ramp and into the damp cavern seeing his brother as they approached each other, but they didn’t touch. They just stood, both unsmiling, both staring at an exact replica of themselves.
”Hey, fellas, where do I put the pod? It’s still active.”
At last, the two brothers seemed to be alive again, as both looked at Dee. “ Okay, grouch, let’s put it in the rest area between Leant’s and my bedrooms. Treat it carefully.” He looked over at Leant. “It just might be our catalyst.”
Leant talked to him in his mind. The pod is frosted, so I can’t see what or who is in it. Should I start the awake process?
He laughed back at his twin. What, still the curious little boy?
Okay, ok, you have me, who is it? Leant was standing by the Pod.
Bleak sank lower in the warm bubbling water of the bath he had decided to take. Start the process. I will be out in a minute. He then got out of the bath and went to a drawer to pull out loose pants that tied at his waist.
Leant put his hands on the hood so the he could bend forward to look at her.
Bleak put a hand on one of Leant’s shoulders. They couldn’t sneak up on each other, since when they were within a reasonable distance of each other, they knew exactly where the other one was. It was like knowing where your left foot was, even when you weren’t using it. Her name is Lorelei and she is our slave--look at her bracelet.
Leant moved sideways and looked. It is beautiful, she is beautiful. We don’t have slaves.
Well, we do now, but watch it, she is waking up. She is a real hellion. There is no telling what she will do. By the way, she is not broken as a slave. She does not accept the position, so the whole thing is complicated. Oh, and one more thing, fucking her is like going into the sun and coming out the other side. My being with her is what drew me back home and to you. There is something that seems to want to join the twin deeper.
Jayce Sinclair leaned over the counter. The cold tile pressed against her chest. She could feel his hands on her back side. She kept her eyes shut and waited for the fat man to do his deed.
“Say it. Say it, now.”
She opened her eyes and looked at the old countertop. The newly replaced bathroom sink looked out of place. Its sparkle was toned down by its surroundings. How ironic she automatically compared herself to the object. She too wanted to shine, but her lifestyle was smothering it. Not for long though, the change she was getting ready to make should be…no will be better than anything she had going on for her right now. The man’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.
She knew what he wanted her to say. She’d been with Harry enough times to know the routine. She spoke his favorite words and waited impatiently.
“Yes,” he moaned.
Jayce felt the pressure ease off her back. She straightened up and turned and looked at him. He was about as round as he was tall. Hair in places that shouldn’t be and not even a strand in places where there should be. She held out her hand. She was impatience tonight. Not like all the other times. The one good thing about Harry he was a good listener. He would sit for hours and listen to her talk about her dreams, if she so desired.
“What’s your hurry? Usually you hang around and we eat some dinner and talk.”
“I told you the last bus leaves at nine tonight,” Jayce said as she reached down for her crumpled jeans. She glanced over at the tattered suitcase that waited by the door. She was finally leaving. After twenty-four years nothing was stopping her. No drunken mother, no finer citizens of Martin County feeling sorry for her cause she was raised or not raised, as most would say, by a lazy drunk. She was so ready to move to a town where she could hold her head up proud and know that whatever happened in her life was because of her and no one else.
“I have a present for you.”
“That’s what you said earlier and look where that got me.” Jayce pointed to her naked body. Their little get together started a couple of years back. Harry was lonely and she needed to survive. He had even proposed marriage to her late one night saying he could provide her a good life. She quickly declined. Oh, sure she could have married him and became the little wife. Instead of dealing with a drunken mother, she’d be dealing with a man at least thirty years beyond her age. Hell no! The voice inside her head screamed. She had enough of people just getting what they could from her. It was time she took charge of what she wanted and she didn’t give a damn how long it took, just knowing she tried will be what counts in the end.
Harry laughed and his whole body jiggled. “I really do have something special for you this time.”
Jayce slipped into her jeans and watched as he reached for his dress pants. He pulled a padded envelope out of the back pocket and handed it to her. “What’s this?” Jayce asked as she took it from his hand. Usually money would be placed on the nightstand or somewhere else rather than handing it directly to her.
Tina rushed for her room as Nate stepped into the one they shared. She sifted through the contents of two drawers before she found the right mix. Once dressed, she went back to their suite.
Nate was stretched out in the middle of their California king bed, arms folded behind his head. His long, sinewy length sported white silk pajama bottoms and a smile. Languorous was the word to describe his pose. He decorated the bed in that boneless way of his, reminding her of a happy cat.
Tina approached his side of the bed. She shucked her black lace wrapper to reveal a strapless demi-bra and tap pants all in the same hue. Sheer black lace-topped thigh-high stockings clung to her legs. On her feet were black satin high-heeled mules with marabou poufs across the instep.
“Nice!” Nate sat up and gave her a thorough once over. “Around, please.”
"All for you. You know how I hate heels.” Tina tossed her discarded robe at him.
"And you know how I love them on you.” Her robe settled over him. He pulled the garment across his face, inhaled deeply and then got up. He walked to the window and opened it halfway.
"Nate, you gotta be kiddin’. The hawk is out.” Tina shivered at the frigid current flooding the room.
"It is, but it’s going to be like Florida in July in here very soon.” He grinned like an idiot as he returned to her, rubbing his hands together.
"Are you sure you remember what to do? It’s been almost two months.” Tina laughed and ran her fingers through the sandy hair covering his chest.
"It’s like riding a bike.” Nate placed one of her hands on the ties holding up his pants. "Pull.”
She did and the bottoms fell to the rug. Nate stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He was at a healthy half-mast and listing to the left.
"So, I’m a piece of recreational equipment?”
"You could say that.” He eyed her undies. “May I return the favor?”
"By all means.”
Nate bent down next to her. “Hold on to me.”
Tina touched his back to balance as Nate tugged down her tap pants with hands and teeth, making silly, growling sounds.
"What are you doing, crazy man?” Tina tugged at his head and laughed.
"It’s not polite to talk with a full mouth,” Nate managed past the elastic in his. He lifted her feet, one at a time, to shed the pants and threw them on top of his discarded bottoms. Nate rubbed his face and hands up and down her legs, loving the sound and feel of the nylon under his fingertips. He squeezed and cupped her bare bottom.
I glanced at them. Ten handsome men lined the hall in nothing but their birthday suits. Well, down here, I was king and it was my birthday every day. I grinned until my eyes fell on Josh. I was actually speechless. The young man was stunning. His black hair had been washed and brushed. His skin was now a clean pink. It made my grin turn into a fang-showing smile. His chest was bare. The wound on his chest was now a massive scar, but it didn’t mar his beauty. Instead, it made him look more matured, almost dangerous. His torso was thin, as if he’d been starved for months, and his hips narrow. My eyes strained to see his cock, but were blocked. He wore a pair of boxers on his hips. I growled.
“He would not comply, sir,” the nearest servant said with a quiver in his voice.
“Do you not know the meaning of hell!” I shouted, walked up to Josh and pulled him to his feet. “You are my slave, I am master, do as you are told.” I locked eyes with him. Whenever I was angry, my irises turned a bright red and I knew the moment they did by the shocked look on his face.
Josh frowned, sputtered some excuse. “I don’t want to walk around naked!”
“Do you wish to go down to the very pits of hell to see what your future could hold?” I let go of his chin. “There’s Baby the two-headed horny dragon, the demon’s lament where the screaming is so loud it would make your very ears bleed, or I could just throw you into the Pit of Ice. You are trapped, unable to move as every hour the ice moves over your body, suffocating you and after you pass out...it starts all over again.”
Josh took a shaky breath.
“Now take off your clothes,” I ordered, and it would be the last time he defied me.
Josh shoved his thumbs into the boxers and pushed them down his legs then stepped from them.
Ah, there he was. I looked down, loving the view more than words could explain. Josh was well equipped. He had a long, thin cock that jutted from his body. He was hard, curly black hair at the base of his shaft and a scar on his thigh. A deep scar. I reached out, running my fingers over the bumpy skin. “What happened here?”
Josh looked away.
I should punish his insolence. The others would think I’d become lax, but I didn’t want to hurt this one. He was different. I shivered, my horns felt warm, heated almost. I pulled away from Josh. “Come with me.” I walked away, satisfied when I heard the slapping of his bare feet on the floor. The young man needed a meal, several actually. I could practically see his ribs and that was not sexy at all. I made my way into the grand room with long, billowing curtains letting the heat in. There was a tabletop low to the floor and two pillows beside each other. That’s all that was in the room, oh, and lots of windows. The glassless arch openings covered nearly all the walls here. I removed my cape, catching Josh’s eye. He watched me from low lids as my chest puffed out. I left my pants on, no need to scare the boy. Yet. I landed on an overstuffed cushion in red and patted the one next to me.
Once More From The Top
Author: Nan Reinhardt
Length : 164 pages
Genres: Contemporary Romance
TBR Reviewer: Victoria
Rating: 5 stars - A Must Read
Heat: 3 - Blush Worthy
She got pregnant after sleeping with rapidly rising star, conductor Liam Reilly. Carrie Halligan decided to vanish from his life and retreat to Willow Bay to raise their son alone, not sure she would ever find a way or decide to tell Liam about their child. Sixteen years later, mutual friend Elliot decides to put an end to that nonsense once and for all by contacting Liam and asking him to conduct a benefit orchestra performance in Willow Bay, just to bring the two back into each others' orbits.
Of course there's a lot more to it than that, including a jerk of a manager and a great cast of secondary characters including son Jack, but overall I found this book really fun to read. I absolutely adore music, having played many instruments in my life, so I was happy to see a conductor as a hero in this book. There was a definite sense of growth on Carrie's part as she learned to look beyond the safe boundaries of Willow Bay and consider the possibility of living a life with Liam in the "outside" world.
I want to read more from Ms. Reinhardt, especially Sex and the Widow Miles, as I loved the character of Julie as introduced in this book and considering how crazy-faithful she was, I'm interested to see how she moves beyond that love of her husband.
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Étaín interrupted Margie’s third iteration of what to expect when Brand consummated their marriage. She had not a shred of worry that the act would be anything but wondrous. “Be done with it, Margie. My head fair throbs with thoughts of peckers, stones, pearls, and quims. I trust in Brand. Did he not say he would cherish me when Da asked? I am a truthsayer. He spoke truly.”
“He is a very large man.” Margie picked up a tortoise shell horsehair brush and stroked Étaín’s springy curls.
“So is your Darren.”
“I am twice your height and weight. ’Tis easier for a woman like me to accommodate a large pecker. You must not overexcite him, otherwise he will be rough with you.”
“How could I overexcite him?” The mere sight of him made her woman parts moisten. Did the same happen with men?
“Do not caress his willy and touch not his balls.”
“Willy? Balls?” ’Twas a new language to be learned for this bedsport.
“Pecker, stones. Men have scores of names for their parts. Some e’en name them. Darren says his brother, Padraig, calls his prick ‘Olympus.’”
Étaín’s heart skipped a few beats when the sound of stomping feet reached her ears. “Did you hear that?”
“Aye. They approach. Quick, under the sheets. I will leave after the last man departs.” Margie drew the linen covers to right under Étaín’s chin and gave her a quick hug.
The doors slammed open, and the men of Caul Cairlinne, carrying a naked Brand above their heads, tramped into the room roaring the limerick Prick Her Well. The words ricocheted around the chamber:
The singing faded into the background when the men dumped Brand onto the other side of the bed. He quickly slid under the sheets, scrabbled to the middle of the mattress, and gathered her close.
The side of her breast skimmed the coarse hairs on his chest, her leg brushed a thigh forged of iron, and his male aroma, soap, some spice redolent of pine, and the yeasty smell of ale, intoxicated her senses.
“You can yet change your mind, Étaín. Do you still choose Brand of Bärvik?”
Concern and worry furrowed deep lines in Da’s forehead.
“I do, Da.”
For a few moments, the monarch’s cheeks puffed and hollowed. He stared at the far wall. Then he blew out a long exhale. “Be gentle with her. Out. All.”
The crowd left the room.
Margie curtsied to the king. “My liege, may I walk with you to the hall?”
Étaín fisted her hand against her mouth. Da looked so forlorn. She yearned to rush to him and give him a hug of reassurance.
Da offered Margie his arm, and the two of them left the chamber.
Brand jumped out of the bed, stalked to the heavy metal bar lying against the wall, and then heaved it into place. He scanned the room, moved to the fire, tossed two logs from a heap in a wire basket into the blaze, and poked the charred logs until plumes skirted the high stones topping the hearth.
Étaín could not drag her stare from him. The harshness of his male beauty proved mesmerizing. She winced at the jagged scar that ran from the small of his back to his shoulder. Twin dimples at the top of his buttocks winked at her when he rested the poker to the side of the fireplace.
He turned around.
She gasped and lurched to sitting.
In truth, Margie had been right to have been worried. His pecker jutted thick and high. ’Twas of an enormous girth, and when he strode forward, it bobbed.
Beefy hands wrenched Eve awake from a fevered sleep, pulled her from the cell, and shoved her into a musty-smelling hallway. I’m being moved? A guard pushed her with one hand, keeping a tight grip on an AK-47 rifle with his other.
Her shoulder throbbed in perfect cadence with the pains shooting through her broken wrist, and she had one badass headache from being punched in the face a few too many times. Using her good hand, she walked fingers across one cheek, then the other. The right side was totally numb. Her eye had swollen shut, and she couldn’t see a damn thing out of it. She ran her tongue across her teeth and tasted the tart, copper flavor of blood. Three teeth loose. Well, at least they’re still in place.
In spite of the relentless pain, she stayed determined to survive whatever Mendoza dished out. She wasn’t a quitter. No, sir. Duncan Falls, Iowa didn’t grow quitters. Eve ignored the constant ache in her ribs, courtesy of a guard’s overzealous kick, and took in a deep breath. She willed herself to stay alert, to keep pushing. Escape. Third times the charm.
Eve slapped the guard’s dirty hand. “Hey, Pedro, stop being so damned pushy. Where we going anyway? We got a hot date I’ve forgotten about?”
He looked puzzled then shoved her again.
“Don’t understand English, do you, Diego? Bet you understand this.” Eve drove her elbow into the guard’s face. Thick rubbery cartilage gave, and she whooped triumphantly.
Blood squirted from his nose and he screamed.
Eve stepped back. “Yep, I’m pretty sure you understand that.”
Unable to grab the guard’s assault rifle, she clutched her injured shoulder, and took off in a slow jog, no longer able to push any harder.
Her escape was short lived.
Salem Richmond‘s strokes were long an even. She could feel her muscles tighten as she moved fast across the oversized pool. Without disturbing the rhythm of her movements she flipped over onto her back. Firm, round nipples peeked out from beneath the water. The seasons were starting to change. She knew it would be just a few more months and she would have to turn the heater on the pool, but for now she enjoyed the comfortable water just fine from the heat of the Texas sun. She had just finished doing her ritual morning laps when she stood up with the blue water rippling around her. She quickly turned when she heard the screaming and the back patio door slam.
“What the fuck!”
“Largate de `mi cocina!”
Salem watched as he made his way across the yard to the poolside. His blondish hair made him look younger than what he probably was. She didn’t know a lot about him. Knew he had a mom who drank a lot because she remembered he joked about how odd it was he had a drunk for a mom and he picked bartender as his profession.
“Your maid just threw fruit at my head. A damn grapefruit just about killed me.” He rubbed the back of his head.
“What did you say to her?” Salem glanced up at the young man standing on the side of the pool with no shirt on. His muscles teased to pop out of his skin. Black jeans unbuttoned and slightly resting on his hips. Bare feet peeked out from beneath the bottom of the jeans. What was his name? Brandon, Brad? She was so drunk last night names didn’t matter at the time. All that mattered now was that he was still here at her house. Why did she do this to herself? Bring these guys home and then the next morning regret it. She needed help. In the past few years it seemed to be happening more and more. She’d meet them and next thing she knew they would be in her bed.
“I just asked her to make me some breakfast and she said ‘no’, and then I said ‘well you’re the maid aren’t you, isn’t that what you do’? Then before I knew it she was talking some Spanish shit to me and throwing a basket full of fruit at me.”
“You should have never called her that, she doesn’t like it.” Salem made her way to the steps and started exiting the pool. “Rosa has been with me a long time and I’ve never refer to her as the maid.” Salem was surprised the young man only got fruit to his head. Rosa Marquez considered herself the ruler of the Richmond estate. The mansion had come with a quaint guest house and she had set that up as her own little home but doing the day the mansion was her castle and no one crossed her moat without permission. Salem thought back to ten years ago when she interviewed Rosa. Even with her broken English she made it very clear she was no one’s maid. She would clean and cook and run the house while Salem ran the company but she was no maid, she wanted to be called a house assistant. Salem was never sure what the difference was but she didn’t want to question Rosa on it and from that day forward Salem had a house assistant and it had worked out well for both of them.
I’m not who you think I am. I’m never who I appear to be. I am the wind. I am the shadow that fades quietly into the night. I am the assassin.
And tonight I was almost done with my assignment. Currently my hips were thrusting in tune with loud Poradu drums. I was wearing a small leather pouch cupping my erection as I spun and grinned. I bent to show the crowd of Poradu royals my tight ass. Black hair was ruffled on my head, creating a wild array of strands. All I had to do was get the attention of the king and see if he wanted a little after the celebration fun. I wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. My training as an assassin kept me in fit shape. I had nicely cut abs, well defined arms and legs along with a well endowed penis. It was currently hard between my legs, cramped in the pouch as I slowly stood. All right, it was time to get ahead of the four other men dancing. I knew my talent and it was time to use my training. I spun, catching eyes with the king. His blond hair slicked back and his lips pursed in pout. I grinned, pushing my arms out and puffing my chest. Then the music began to beat faster. I front flipped, making the crowd of royals gasp. I made sure my thigh muscles flexed as I reached left with both arms and then right. I jiggled my ass cheeks, keeping my eyes on the king.
I rocked my hips back and forth, thrusting into the air. My breath was hitched as I performed another back flip, landing perfectly before moving to my knees. I gyrated my entire body, working the sensual movement from my chest down my abs and ending with another thrust of my hips. My cock was rock hard by now, each movement sending the pouch bobbing. Talk about an easy job. I liked having all the eyes on me, although the male eyes pleased me more than the females. It was all about the promise of pleasure. I jerked forward to all fours. My muscles flexing and I crawled like the slave I was pretending to be. I slithered, taking my time, licking my lips as I worked my way closer to the king.
His thin lips lifted into a smile as he watched me. King Faldor’s hand moved lower on his body, gripping his prick through the folds of his bright blue robes.
Well, at least I knew he was interested. All I needed was a few moments alone with him. I moved to my knees, easing back, making my covered erection the focus. All eyes were on me. The other men stopped dancing, fading away into the crowd. I reached my hands over my chest, gliding them down my skin misted with sweat then down the leather pouch. I gripped my erection, letting a little gasp escape my control before pulling the thin string that kept me covered.
The leather pouch shifted slowly, I inched my hips upward, which caused my cock to be revealed inch by delicious inch. When the leather slapped against my thigh I thrust upward. The foreskin on my cock had retracted baring the red, round head and my slit leaking pre-cum. The white cream dripped down my shaft amid the whistles and shouts in the crowd.
Good, I got the royals attention and now for the king. I spun on my knees, bending so my ass was toward him. He sat a few feet away on his pillows surrounded by guards and slaves. I wiggled, my dick swinging, my balls shifting with each movement. I rolled forward, jerked left at the last moment so I landed on my knees. The drums began to slow, ease the song to its end. I cart wheeled, showing off my nude body. My cock bouncing and bobbing as my hips wrenched left and then right. As the last beat resonated in the chamber, I faced the king, head down, arms behind my back and chest rising quickly with each breath. I grinned, licking my bottom lip.
When he returned the smile, I knew I had him.
Author: Jenny Lyn
Length : 93.6k
Genres: Romantic Suspense
TBR Reviewer: Victoria
Rating: 4 Stars - Recommended Reading
Heat: 3 - Blush Worthy
I'm so glad I read this book. It was a fantastic read. In truth, this would be a 4.5 star, but The TBR Pile won't let me do half-stars. *pout* There was one little thing that pulled this down from a 5-star for me. I truly enjoyed Ms. Lynn's book.
First - kudos to Ms. Lynn for choosing North Florida to set her novel. There aren't nearly enough stories set there. I loved how the setting played into the story itself. You aren't going to find too many places (at least that I can think of off the top of my head) with the sized swamps necessary for this plot.
Bond owns a bar she inherited from her grandparents on the outskirts of a small town. She's in her late twenties without any serious prospects, but that has more to do with the fact that James, a member of the known moonshine-running Kyle family, has her in his sights and no one's willing to cross him to make a serious play for her. Nathan throws a wrench into that little problem by being very attracted to her when he shows up looking to arrest the brother of Bond's messed-up want-to-love-her man. There's a lot of suspense and crooked cops and, well, just about everyone in the little town of Trespass is either on the take or seriously afraid of the Kyle family. As Bond states late in the book, the town is strangling to death because of the Kyles. I loved how Bond and Nathan both want each other but have serious reasons to avoid, or try to resist, the pull between them. There's plenty of hot lovin' in the book too.
Now, as mentioned, one thing kept this from being a 5-star. It's the relationship between Bond and James. For the entire book (up until almost the end), I got the impression that Bond wasn't really afraid of him because she thought he wasn't ever going to hurt her, but then suddenly she turns around and admits "Oh, I've always been terrified out of my mind of him...." Now, this is just my impression, but for me that abrupt 180 about her feelings (which until that moment had seemed distant, but with some definite fondness, albeit regretful fondness) shattered some of the spell woven by Ms. Lynn.
That said, would I read another book by her? In a freakin' NY second! I loved this book. I hope to see a second book set in Trespass, and I think Ms. Lynn left plenty of room for that to happen. Wahoo!
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