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Imposing, temperamental Noah Forman wakes up in a hospital and can’t remember how he got there. He holds it together, taking comfort in the fact that the man he has loved since childhood is on the way. But when his one and only finally arrives, Noah is horrified to discover that he doesn’t remember anything from the past three years.
Loyal, serious Clark Lehman built a life around the person who insisted from their first meeting that they were meant to be together. Now, years later, two men whose love has never faltered must relive their most treasured and most painful moments in order to recover lost memories and secure their future. |
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Read an Excerpt Curtis rested his forehead against Holly’s, and her heart decided. She nodded in agreement. “Is that a yes?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “Yes.” Her response came out breathy, which didn’t surprise her. Whenever she was around Curtis, she felt like a breathless teenage girl. “You won’t be sorry.” He brushed a hand through her hair. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” She let out a nervous laugh. It was so dark that all she could make out were shadowy images. His words were sweet, but that didn’t stop the insecurity from poking at her insides. She didn’t look anything like the stunning women she’d seen him with over the years. “That, coming from you.” She shook her head. “You’ve always seemed to have a steady stream of gorgeous women.” “You can’t believe everything you read.” Maybe she shouldn’t, but she’d read the articles and she’d seen the pictures. She wondered if any of those women had meant anything to him and if he’d found love over the last decade. She didn’t want to ask, but she needed to know. “What was your longest relationship?” she asked, scuffing her sandal on the floor. He ran a hand through his hair. Maybe it had only been a few weeks, which is what the Internet had led her to believe. “Over six months,” he said, surprising her. She tilted her head. “Why did you break up?” His pause was long, but she held the silence, determined to wait him out. After what felt like an hour, he finally responded. “Georgiana thought I was still hung up on you.” About the Author: 
Sedona’s novel, Cloud Whispers, was a Finalist in the 2018 Readers’ Favorite Contest, an Official Selection in the 2018 Summer eBook Awards for New Apple Literary, Shortlisted for the Books Go Social Best Indie Book of 2018, and a Bronze winner in the 2019 Independent Publisher Book Awards. Nora’s Promise was awarded the Bronze medal in the 2019 Reader’s Favorite Contemporary Romance category and was a Finalist in the 2019 NIEA contest. The Perfect Lap was the 2019 Reader’s Favorite Contemporary Romance Finalist. Website: https://www.sedonahutton.com/ Blog: https://www.sedonahutton.com/blog Twitter: https://twitter.com/SedonaHutton Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SedonaHuttonAuthor/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sedonahutton Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/author/sedonahutton Goodreads Author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17837575.Sedona_Hutton a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Read an Excerpt “You’re too hard on yourself, darlin’,” he said. “You’re the most focused, persistent woman I’ve ever met.” He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. His eyes were a deep, soulful blue and as he intimately held her gaze, it reminded her of their first meeting and their instant, almost spiritual connection. “You’re kind, compassionate, caring.” His voice was so low that it was more like a whisper fluttering against her cheek. “The kids need that.” She’d barely processed his sweet words when he leaned in. He was going to kiss her! Holding her breath, she told herself to step back. It wasn’t appropriate—they were working together, he wasn’t her type, she was on a man-ban. The reasons to stop him were endless. But as he continued to move toward her, she couldn’t. He grazed his lips overs hers in a tortoise-like motion as if testing the waters. His lips were warm and moist and her body pulsed and sparked as they generated heat hotter than hell and half of Georgia. He drew back and held her gaze, presumably giving her one last chance to move away. But she couldn’t. His consoling words had comforted her, his embraced had warmed her, and his kiss had left her wanting so much more. As she acquiesced, the world around them transformed into a magical wonderland. The moon’s light softened and the stars appeared so close that she could reach out and touch them. Light glittered across the dark water like pixie dust and her belly fluttered as if it had been brushed by fairy wings. About the Author: 
Sedona’s novel, Cloud Whispers, was a Finalist in the 2018 Readers’ Favorite Contest, an Official Selection in the 2018 Summer eBook Awards for New Apple Literary, Shortlisted for the Books Go Social Best Indie Book of 2018, and a Bronze winner in the 2019 Independent Publisher Book Awards. Nora’s Promise was awarded the Bronze medal in the 2019 Reader’s Favorite Contemporary Romance category and was a Finalist in the 2019 NIEA contest. The Perfect Lap was the 2019 Reader’s Favorite Contemporary Romance Finalist. Website: https://www.sedonahutton.com/ Blog: https://www.sedonahutton.com/blog Twitter: https://twitter.com/SedonaHutton Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SedonaHuttonAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sedonahutton/ Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/author/sedonahutton Goodreads Author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17837575.Sedona_Hutton The book will be FREE for a limited time at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07R92KSFX/ref=dp-kindle-redirect a Rafflecopter giveaway 
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Read an Excerpt I turned and saw that Dylan was staring at me. He leaned in slowly, placed his hands on my cheeks, and pulled me in for the kiss. His lips brushed against mine lightly at first, then relaxed into the kiss slowly. It was a polite kiss, the kind where I could tell he was holding back. Dylan ended the kiss before I was ready, while my entire body still ached to taste him. He’d offered me just enough to convince me that our chemistry wasn’t limited to conversation. His hands dropped from my cheeks, and he squeezed my hand in his. I blinked and tried to control my breathing. “You’re terrible,” I finally mumbled, smiling. He grinned in response. “I mean, really. A sunset walk on the beach, a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel... So cliché.” “And you love it,” he said. “I do,” I admitted, glad he hadn’t taken my statement as an insult. I loved romance, and there was no denying that certain things were romantic. There was obviously a reason they became clichés. “Are you hungry?” he asked when we deboarded. “I could eat. What did you have in mind?” He glanced around. “Hot dog and cotton candy?” I laughed. Leave it to the wealthiest guy I’d ever dated to buy me an amusement park hotdog on our first date. “Works for me,” I said. About the Author 
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A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men. The cops are in over their heads with “Operation Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.
From Lea ...
I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm. Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time. Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, be patient. The continuation is right around the corner! Sneak Peek
Fuck me, this is the hardest thing I’ve done physically and mentally. You’d think slicing your own vein would be an easy task for a cold-blooded assassin, but I had no idea.
I wasn’t exactly given a choice. Had to improvise, find my method. Been locked up in this barred, one-man shit-hole of Lastimar State Pen so long, I’ve lost track of time. Most inmates count the days, but I don’t give a damn. You can’t quantify pain. Every day is a fucking lifetime. At first, considering the amount of cases the prosecution had against me, everything happened fast—the pre-trial procedures, my lawyer’s plea, and the jury’s verdict. They rushed it 'cause they wanted to see me locked away and gave me solitary confinement for life. Times the number of people I’ve killed. Life. You know what that means for a guy like me. It means death, a slow, painful death. The worst kind of torture, way worse than execution. I’m tired, can’t take any more. I know why they put me away. I don’t necessarily agree with their methods, but I understand their reasoning. Society needs to be purged of cockroaches, of vermin. If not, it succumbs to anarchy. When a gang leader, whose web of crime spreads with the speed and sneakiness of cancer, is caught, he must be disposed of and left to rot. I get that. But why the solitude? They won’t let me see anyone. Max security, fucking lockdown. I’m placed so far down the row from the other inmates, all I can hear is occasional yells of frustration or boredom. The guards check on me every half hour, day and night, banging their metal bats against my cell bars. Those blood-freezing sounds are my only company. Fucking routine, making sure I can never sleep. And aside from the regular bad-mouthing, the guards don’t talk to me. A priest came here to talk once, wanting me to spill my guts and thank Jesus for generously forgiving my sins, but I told him to get lost. Don’t need no interference from above. The only person I see is my lawyer, a scared little shit awarded to me by the state. Totally worthless. You hear about the powerful crime lords paying the best lawyers and getting good deals negotiated. Me, I’ve been so effectively kept away from the outside world, I haven’t been able to influence anyone. And who from the outside could help, anyway? My whole gang was dismantled; either locked up or dead. All I’ve got to keep me company is a mattress, a blanket, and a hole in the concrete floor. Nothing else, like we’re not human enough to have rights on this row. Guess they worry we’ll get a little suicidal and use any available tool to harm ourselves… Damn right. Luz, I miss you! How are you? They won’t tell me anything, and it makes me love you that much more. I think about you all the time and recall how you were, replay the things you did. Like that trip in the forest, one of our first days together. You drove your bike so fast, your cheeks were pink and your eyes bright and sparkling with excitement. You were so full of life, Sweetie. I just had to have you ‘cause I knew you’d save me. Being told I’ll never see you again wrenches my heart so bad, I want to tear it out with my hands to ease the pain. How can it be possible? We were meant for each other, as one, a unity, and being apart wasn’t in the cards. The first time I asked that prick of a lawyer when you would visit, he said you’re on the Witness Protection Program. But that don’t make no fucking sense. They’re protecting you from what, from whom? Me? You’re my girl, so what the hell is that about? He said the authorities gave you a new identity and moved you to a secret place so we’d never be in touch. As if I could get out of this dump. No one ever escaped Lastimar. But you know … I could survive having my freedom taken and let the hours and days and months pass one by one, little by little. Chain-smoking, staring at the small window with the steel bars high up on the wall, attentively tracing their details so they’re etched in my mind. And the dirty wall with the scribbles and spots of blackened blood and hair from previous inmates. The rough cement floor with the dark hole in the corner, emanating decades of piss and shit. The old mattress; holed and spotted with all kinds of bodily fluids. I’ll spare you the details. That’s what I lie on, day in and day out. Withering. I can survive—out-live—all of that, but then you got to come see me, Baby, come talk to me. How else can I go on? I can’t. Not without you, my sweetie, my love, my sunshine. You’re all I have left. If I could see your pretty face and sparkling blue eyes and cheeky smile just once, I’d be fine. If you looked me in the eyes and told me you can’t stop thinking of me, it would be plenty to resist for a long fucking time. Months, years. I’d have dreams, and time would pass at my own rate, at my own speed, at the pulse of my own fucking will. When the lawyer told me “no,” I didn’t believe him and laughed like the naïve retard I am. “Yeah, asshole, very funny, love the joke. Now cut the crap and tell me when I can see her.” “Tomor,” he replied, with that pathetic, wimpy smile of his. “Forget it, she’s not coming. Not now, not ever. Get that idea out of your head, ‘cause it’s not gonna happen. Forget about her. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself. Let go.” Well, Sweetie… I won’t allow them the pleasure of seeing me slowly shrink and turn to dust. I’ll beat them to it, do it myself. Death doesn’t scare me. Copyright @2019 Lea Bronsen
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In the future, be careful who you trust…
Ben Stockton lives on a dying Earth. A poisoned atmosphere and fertility issues are only two of the reasons people flock to the Project Mars Lottery, hoping to win a chance to go to the Red Planet. When Ben’s husband, Dain, is targeted as a potential DNA donor, the once exciting prospect of starting over turns into a nightmare. Forced to work for the governmental scientific agency, Sector, Dain is sent to Mars on a secret mission, while Ben has to remain behind. Separated |
from each other, they try to cling to the memories of their love as well as the hope that one day they’ll be reunited.
But Sector has different plans for the couple. Unbeknownst to Ben, Sector has used him as a test subject in a desperate bid to cure the sterility problems facing the human race. Impregnated and left alone, Ben stumbles upon the underground resistance. It will take all his strength to find the love of his life before Dain is lost to him forever.
Be Warned: m/m sex, MPREG
But Sector has different plans for the couple. Unbeknownst to Ben, Sector has used him as a test subject in a desperate bid to cure the sterility problems facing the human race. Impregnated and left alone, Ben stumbles upon the underground resistance. It will take all his strength to find the love of his life before Dain is lost to him forever.
Be Warned: m/m sex, MPREG
Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey are happy to present the second book – Future, Betrayed – in the Project Mars series they’ve developed. They’ve been having fun creating a futuristic world in which humans are living and loving on Earth and on Mars while fighting to survive the outrageous ministrations of rogue scientists in an agency called Sector. They have four books so far in the works in the series. Book one – Future, Broken – is available through eTailers. Books three and four, as of this writing, are works in progress. But for now, here’s an interview with Dain from Future, Betrayed:
- Do you and your significant other have a favorite place to vacation? If so, where is it and why?
Ben and I met on vacation in Florida but we’re completely opposite in where we like to relax. Ben is more sand, sun and ocean while I like the mountains and hiking. But I sure am glad I decided to go against my comfort level!
- What's your superpower, or what's your spirit animal? Why?
Hmmm. I’m not really one of those people who believes in mysticism or spirit animals, so I’ll go with a superpower. I’d have to say protecting those I love is my greatest strength. I’d do anything for my family.
- What’s your favorite thing to do and why?
Being with my husband, Ben. He makes me laugh.
- What are some of your dislikes?
I’m not overly fond of Brussel sprouts.
- If you could go back in time for one day, where would you go?
I would go back to the moment when I met Ben. My world changed. Everything became brighter. Happier. The chaos that had been in my head quieted. I would love to relive that moment when my world suddenly made sense.
- What is your greatest fear?
Obviously, having something happen to Ben is my worst nightmare.
- What is your greatest hope?
A world where my family and I can live in peace.
- Do you and your significant other have a favorite place to vacation? If so, where is it and why?
Ben and I met on vacation in Florida but we’re completely opposite in where we like to relax. Ben is more sand, sun and ocean while I like the mountains and hiking. But I sure am glad I decided to go against my comfort level!
- What's your superpower, or what's your spirit animal? Why?
Hmmm. I’m not really one of those people who believes in mysticism or spirit animals, so I’ll go with a superpower. I’d have to say protecting those I love is my greatest strength. I’d do anything for my family.
- What’s your favorite thing to do and why?
Being with my husband, Ben. He makes me laugh.
- What are some of your dislikes?
I’m not overly fond of Brussel sprouts.
- If you could go back in time for one day, where would you go?
I would go back to the moment when I met Ben. My world changed. Everything became brighter. Happier. The chaos that had been in my head quieted. I would love to relive that moment when my world suddenly made sense.
- What is your greatest fear?
Obviously, having something happen to Ben is my worst nightmare.
- What is your greatest hope?
A world where my family and I can live in peace.
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 | Drake Park has a complicated life. As a gay male midwife, he’s used to raising eyebrows. Add Crohn’s disease and things get interesting—or not, considering the sad state of his love life. Experience has taught Drake that most men are fair-weather sailors when it comes to handling his condition—gone for dust when things get rough. Staying healthy is a full-time job without adding in any heartbreak, so a little loneliness is a small price to pay. If he says it often enough he might even believe it. One thing for sure, the cop who arrested him isn’t about to change that. Caleb Ashton does not have a complicated life. A senior |
detective with the Whangarei Police Department, he likes his job and is good at it. He works hard and plays hard, happy to enjoy as many men as he can while he’s still young enough—or at least he was. These days he feels adrift for the first time in his life, and the only thing sparking his interest—a certain prickly young midwife.
But can Drake find enough faith to risk opening his heart again? And does Caleb have what it takes to cope with the challenges Drake’s condition presents?
But can Drake find enough faith to risk opening his heart again? And does Caleb have what it takes to cope with the challenges Drake’s condition presents?
Jay Hogan discuses Digging Deep...
Why Crohn’s Disease, I hear you ask? There are so many difficult conditions people live with, so what made me choose Crohn’s Disease?
A couple of reasons. Although I don’t have Crohn’s, I have experienced a condition with some similarities, and so I related to some of the issues on a personal level. Also, in another life as a nurse, I looked after people with this frustrating and difficult condition, and some conversations from that time still stand out in my head. Also, Crohn’s comes with its own set of social stigmas linked to any talk about bowel stuff, which seemed an interesting match to the social stigmas around talking about gay sex.
There has even been some research done around whether people with Crohn’s share a few similar concerns about ‘coming out’ about their Crohn’s to others, in the way that LGBTQIA people ‘come out’, and whether things can be learned from the LGBTQIA community to help those with Crohn’s. This is of course particularly interesting if the person with Crohn’s is also LGBTQIA.
Conversations around bodily functions aren’t common or comfortable in our society and we often struggle to even tell our doctors when we have what we think of as embarrassing symptoms. It is one of the biggest blocks to diagnosing bowel cancer, for instance. I found humour was a big part of the lives of those with Crohn’s. It’s a way of dealing with the stresses, and a way of talking with families and others, about what’s going on. You can be blunt with humour in a way that you often can’t be in a serious comment, and I wanted to show that in this story as well.
Caleb is straight up with Drake about his condition, doesn’t pussy foot around, just says it how it is and brings it to the fore rather than feeling too sensitive or embarrassed to raise it. This was something mentioned in conversations I had, as being important for people who had the condition. That it was great if friends, and partners in particular, didn’t shy away from it. It was too big a part of their lives to have to walk on egg shells around it.
Crohn’s disease can affect the sexual expression of all who have it to some degree, especially if they are flaring. But there are some unique issues that gay men with Crohn’s may have to face regarding the particular expression of their sexuality, and that was what I wanted to just touch on in this story.
Having said that, Crohn’s can look very different from person to person. It can potentially manifest from the mouth through the entire gut. Some people find it tends to stick to certain areas in this tract, others have to manage flares throughout their whole alimentary system.
And therefore, the effect of Crohn’s disease on a gay man’s sexuality depends on its severity, where in their body it predominantly affects, what their sexual preference is, and a whole host of other things. I chose to focus on just a couple of the enormous variety of ways the condition can manifest. And I was helped along the way by the amazing honesty of a couple of gay men with Crohn’s who opened their personal lives to me and I thank them dearly.
This story was a privilege to write and I hope I have done it some justice. I hope you enjoy reading it.
A couple of reasons. Although I don’t have Crohn’s, I have experienced a condition with some similarities, and so I related to some of the issues on a personal level. Also, in another life as a nurse, I looked after people with this frustrating and difficult condition, and some conversations from that time still stand out in my head. Also, Crohn’s comes with its own set of social stigmas linked to any talk about bowel stuff, which seemed an interesting match to the social stigmas around talking about gay sex.
There has even been some research done around whether people with Crohn’s share a few similar concerns about ‘coming out’ about their Crohn’s to others, in the way that LGBTQIA people ‘come out’, and whether things can be learned from the LGBTQIA community to help those with Crohn’s. This is of course particularly interesting if the person with Crohn’s is also LGBTQIA.
Conversations around bodily functions aren’t common or comfortable in our society and we often struggle to even tell our doctors when we have what we think of as embarrassing symptoms. It is one of the biggest blocks to diagnosing bowel cancer, for instance. I found humour was a big part of the lives of those with Crohn’s. It’s a way of dealing with the stresses, and a way of talking with families and others, about what’s going on. You can be blunt with humour in a way that you often can’t be in a serious comment, and I wanted to show that in this story as well.
Caleb is straight up with Drake about his condition, doesn’t pussy foot around, just says it how it is and brings it to the fore rather than feeling too sensitive or embarrassed to raise it. This was something mentioned in conversations I had, as being important for people who had the condition. That it was great if friends, and partners in particular, didn’t shy away from it. It was too big a part of their lives to have to walk on egg shells around it.
Crohn’s disease can affect the sexual expression of all who have it to some degree, especially if they are flaring. But there are some unique issues that gay men with Crohn’s may have to face regarding the particular expression of their sexuality, and that was what I wanted to just touch on in this story.
Having said that, Crohn’s can look very different from person to person. It can potentially manifest from the mouth through the entire gut. Some people find it tends to stick to certain areas in this tract, others have to manage flares throughout their whole alimentary system.
And therefore, the effect of Crohn’s disease on a gay man’s sexuality depends on its severity, where in their body it predominantly affects, what their sexual preference is, and a whole host of other things. I chose to focus on just a couple of the enormous variety of ways the condition can manifest. And I was helped along the way by the amazing honesty of a couple of gay men with Crohn’s who opened their personal lives to me and I thank them dearly.
This story was a privilege to write and I hope I have done it some justice. I hope you enjoy reading it.
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Prize list book: Tanja
Prize list book: Tanja
 | Keeping the Peace: One shifter's love for fun and games brings him to the chance at the ultimate prize...if he remembers that winning isn't everything. For over a century, Lachlan Addair worked for the Shifter Council as an enforcer. When the ruling body decided to open a new investigative branch, Lachlan was the first to volunteer. Infiltrating and exploring a shifter unit without detection is right up his curious cat's alley. When Lachlan's duty to report the causes of strife within a lynx pride has him slipping into Councilman Goldstein's estate |
undetected--just for fun, of course--Lachlan stumbles across Thad--his mate. Unfortunately, the wild turkey shifter is standoffish and brusque. He doesn't trust Lachlan and makes no secret that he thinks the mate-pull is nothing but a trick of the pheromones--something he is determined to ignore. Lachlan loves a good puzzle and is undeterred. He admires Thad's loyalty and uses his extensive wiles to cultivate a little of that for himself. When Lachlan is injured wrapping up a case, will it be the catalyst his mate uses to reject Lachlan--his job could bring danger to his flock, after all--and send him on his way?
Excerpt
Finally spotting the manor between the trees, Lachlan paused. The lawn and bushes were well manicured, and the water from the fountains tinkled in the distance. Taking stock of the shadows created by the flowering trees dotting the area, he wondered if he could make it without being spotted.
Maybe if I shift and keep low to the ground…
“Take one more step toward my flock’s home, and it’ll be the last mistake you ever make.”
Lachlan couldn’t remember the last time someone had snuck up on him. Hiding his shock, he controlled his pulse and kept his composure. How the hell did a guard get the drop on me? Slowly, Lachlan turned…and just about swallowed his tongue.
The hottest guy he’d ever seen was standing less than ten feet behind him…and he was naked.
His mouth watering, Lachlan took in the stranger’s broad shoulders and thickset body. He sported a heavily muscled frame, and his light chest hair trickled down across a delectable set of abdominals to a dark-blond treasure trail. That bit of hair cradled a beautiful piece of man-meat.
Yum!
Lachlan licked his lips before grinning widely at the dark-blond-haired stranger. “How about I take a step toward you then?” He couldn’t help the way his voice took on a husky rumble. Lachlan loved sex, and he hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck or be fucked in months. Giving the guard a hungry leer, he offered, “I don’t recall Councilman Goldstein’s guards going nude, but I gotta say…I like the change.”
Unable to hide his thoughts, Lachlan grinned broadly as he rubbed his palm down his own polo-shirt-covered chest. “Well?” He took that step he’d mentioned. “I really do need to see Councilman Goldstein, but I think I could spare time for a tussle.”
While Lachlan figured it was a bad idea—thinking with his dick—he couldn’t seem to resist. There was something about the glowering, dark-blond male. Something that--
With that one step, the stranger’s scent hit Lachlan’s senses. His instant attraction and his thickening cock made sense. Tipping his head to the side just a little, Lachlan grinned broadly at the man who still hadn’t responded.
He seemed to be too busy eyeing Lachlan warily.
And doesn’t that suck?
“You are my mate, handsome.” Lachlan decided to just throw it out there. Lifting a hand toward him, he took another step. “I’m Lachlan Addair. And who might you be?”
“Not interested,” the broad-shouldered man responded gruffly. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at him, pointedly ignoring Lachlan’s hand. “Tell me why you’re sneaking in the back way, and I’ll tell the guards you cooperated.”
Hmm, not a guard then? And what does not interested mean?
Lowering his hand, Lachlan decided to play ball. This was his mate, after all. “I’m an investigator for the Shifter Council,” he told the stranger, hoping for some relaxation to his stance. “I came in the back way to gauge defenses…because it’s fun.” Lachlan shrugged, grinning broadly at his mate. “Consider it an exercise that has turned into an obsession. I love finding holes in defenses, and since my job requires me to infiltrate packs to spy on them, I’m extremely good at it.”
“Fine, and why are you here?”
“I’m here to give a report to Councilman Goldstein in person.” Lachlan suddenly realized how strange it was to find a shifter other than a guard wandering the grounds, especially since the man before him wasn’t a lion shifter. If Lachlan’s nose wasn’t mistaken, his mate was some kind of avian. “What about you, my mate?” Lachlan said, deciding to push. “What are you doing wandering the councilman’s grounds?”
“M’name’s Thad,” the avian shifter responded gruffly. “Use it, ’cause I ain’t yours. And I live here.”
Odd.
Unable to let it go, Lachlan drew another step closer. He saw the tension in Thad’s frame, so kept his hands away from his sides, his palms out in placation. “You are my mate, however, so why are you refusing to acknowledge our connection?” Lachlan couldn’t help but glance down, admiring the way Thad’s thick dick had begun to fill, plumping and extending from his groin. Lifting his gaze to meet Thad’s hazel, narrow-eyed gaze, Lachlan added, “I am yours just as you are mine.”
Thad scoffed, his lip curling in a derisive sneer. “Mating is nothin’ but a trick of the pheromones, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be run by such fickle instincts.” He pointed in the other direction. “Hands on your head and walk toward the fountain.”
Mentally reeling in shock upon hearing the vehemence in Thad’s tone, Lachlan did as his mate instructed. He lifted his hands, folding his fingers on top of his head, and started toward the nearest fountain.
Maybe if I shift and keep low to the ground…
“Take one more step toward my flock’s home, and it’ll be the last mistake you ever make.”
Lachlan couldn’t remember the last time someone had snuck up on him. Hiding his shock, he controlled his pulse and kept his composure. How the hell did a guard get the drop on me? Slowly, Lachlan turned…and just about swallowed his tongue.
The hottest guy he’d ever seen was standing less than ten feet behind him…and he was naked.
His mouth watering, Lachlan took in the stranger’s broad shoulders and thickset body. He sported a heavily muscled frame, and his light chest hair trickled down across a delectable set of abdominals to a dark-blond treasure trail. That bit of hair cradled a beautiful piece of man-meat.
Yum!
Lachlan licked his lips before grinning widely at the dark-blond-haired stranger. “How about I take a step toward you then?” He couldn’t help the way his voice took on a husky rumble. Lachlan loved sex, and he hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck or be fucked in months. Giving the guard a hungry leer, he offered, “I don’t recall Councilman Goldstein’s guards going nude, but I gotta say…I like the change.”
Unable to hide his thoughts, Lachlan grinned broadly as he rubbed his palm down his own polo-shirt-covered chest. “Well?” He took that step he’d mentioned. “I really do need to see Councilman Goldstein, but I think I could spare time for a tussle.”
While Lachlan figured it was a bad idea—thinking with his dick—he couldn’t seem to resist. There was something about the glowering, dark-blond male. Something that--
With that one step, the stranger’s scent hit Lachlan’s senses. His instant attraction and his thickening cock made sense. Tipping his head to the side just a little, Lachlan grinned broadly at the man who still hadn’t responded.
He seemed to be too busy eyeing Lachlan warily.
And doesn’t that suck?
“You are my mate, handsome.” Lachlan decided to just throw it out there. Lifting a hand toward him, he took another step. “I’m Lachlan Addair. And who might you be?”
“Not interested,” the broad-shouldered man responded gruffly. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at him, pointedly ignoring Lachlan’s hand. “Tell me why you’re sneaking in the back way, and I’ll tell the guards you cooperated.”
Hmm, not a guard then? And what does not interested mean?
Lowering his hand, Lachlan decided to play ball. This was his mate, after all. “I’m an investigator for the Shifter Council,” he told the stranger, hoping for some relaxation to his stance. “I came in the back way to gauge defenses…because it’s fun.” Lachlan shrugged, grinning broadly at his mate. “Consider it an exercise that has turned into an obsession. I love finding holes in defenses, and since my job requires me to infiltrate packs to spy on them, I’m extremely good at it.”
“Fine, and why are you here?”
“I’m here to give a report to Councilman Goldstein in person.” Lachlan suddenly realized how strange it was to find a shifter other than a guard wandering the grounds, especially since the man before him wasn’t a lion shifter. If Lachlan’s nose wasn’t mistaken, his mate was some kind of avian. “What about you, my mate?” Lachlan said, deciding to push. “What are you doing wandering the councilman’s grounds?”
“M’name’s Thad,” the avian shifter responded gruffly. “Use it, ’cause I ain’t yours. And I live here.”
Odd.
Unable to let it go, Lachlan drew another step closer. He saw the tension in Thad’s frame, so kept his hands away from his sides, his palms out in placation. “You are my mate, however, so why are you refusing to acknowledge our connection?” Lachlan couldn’t help but glance down, admiring the way Thad’s thick dick had begun to fill, plumping and extending from his groin. Lifting his gaze to meet Thad’s hazel, narrow-eyed gaze, Lachlan added, “I am yours just as you are mine.”
Thad scoffed, his lip curling in a derisive sneer. “Mating is nothin’ but a trick of the pheromones, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be run by such fickle instincts.” He pointed in the other direction. “Hands on your head and walk toward the fountain.”
Mentally reeling in shock upon hearing the vehemence in Thad’s tone, Lachlan did as his mate instructed. He lifted his hands, folding his fingers on top of his head, and started toward the nearest fountain.
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Nathaniel Stockton and Grover Silas Ranger are faced with the ultimate test to their relationship when the Project Mars Lottery comes to town. Nate wins a chance to have his dreams come true: to live and work on the red planet with his love. Yet his husband, Ranger, doesn't see the point of going from one bad place to another. But an evil organization called Sector has a completely different idea for the couple.
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The phone rang, dragging Nate from his thoughts.
“I’m gonna put it on screen,” Ranger called out from the kitchen.
“Sure.”
The wall flashed to life, and a dark-haired man with dark eyes, appeared. The stranger reminded Nate of the doctor at the lottery exams—lab coat, stethoscope, well-groomed—but this man was older and seemed to have an edge to him.
“Hey,” Nate greeted. “What can I do for you?”
“Am I speaking with Nathaniel Curtis Stockton?”
“Yeah.” Nate took a swig of his drink.
“Wonderful.” The man smiled but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “I am Doctor Rafael Trask. I am one of the lead scientists in a series of special clinical studies being performed. I understand you failed the medical section of the lottery exams?”
“Yeah.” The guy’s voice sounded cool … exact. Combined with the discord of his face, Nate sensed an air of danger surrounding the man. Creeped out, Nate was hesitant to say too much.
“Well, first off, let me say, we are not associated with the lottery. But should you participate in our studies you may have another chance at traveling to and settling on Mars. We also offer outstanding compensation. Despite whether you are or are not picked for travel, you will pretty much be set for life.”
Ranger strolled into the room and sat beside Nate, twirling the comm-wand between his fingers. “What are these studies?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
“His husband,” Ranger answered. “Whatever he’s to be involved in, wherever he’s going, I’ll be at his side. What’s all this about?”
Doctor Trask leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together. He looked down his nose at the camera on his comm device, appearing to contemplate what Ranger had said and giving Ranger a once-over. The doctor reminded Nate of a vulture.
“Okay,” Trask said. “Like I was about to mention to Mister Stockton, we are trying to find cures for people who did not pass the medical aspects of the lottery exams due to their diseases. We are also looking into the sterility epidemic and chromosomal changes in the female population.”
“Could you hold a moment?” Nate asked, grabbing the wand from Ranger and muting the call. He pointed the wand at the screen. “Do you think this is legit?”
“Yeah. It could be.”
“It might be the answer to our Mars problem.” Nate smiled, feeling a glimmer of warm hope spring up within him again.
“Perhaps. Should we see what’s what with it?”
Nate unmuted the call. “What if we say we’re interested?”
The doctor lifted a corner of his mouth. “I will digitize a package of information to you, and then we will be in touch with further instructions.”
“Well,” Ranger said, “count us interested.”
“Wonderful,” the doctor drawled.
“I’m gonna put it on screen,” Ranger called out from the kitchen.
“Sure.”
The wall flashed to life, and a dark-haired man with dark eyes, appeared. The stranger reminded Nate of the doctor at the lottery exams—lab coat, stethoscope, well-groomed—but this man was older and seemed to have an edge to him.
“Hey,” Nate greeted. “What can I do for you?”
“Am I speaking with Nathaniel Curtis Stockton?”
“Yeah.” Nate took a swig of his drink.
“Wonderful.” The man smiled but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “I am Doctor Rafael Trask. I am one of the lead scientists in a series of special clinical studies being performed. I understand you failed the medical section of the lottery exams?”
“Yeah.” The guy’s voice sounded cool … exact. Combined with the discord of his face, Nate sensed an air of danger surrounding the man. Creeped out, Nate was hesitant to say too much.
“Well, first off, let me say, we are not associated with the lottery. But should you participate in our studies you may have another chance at traveling to and settling on Mars. We also offer outstanding compensation. Despite whether you are or are not picked for travel, you will pretty much be set for life.”
Ranger strolled into the room and sat beside Nate, twirling the comm-wand between his fingers. “What are these studies?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
“His husband,” Ranger answered. “Whatever he’s to be involved in, wherever he’s going, I’ll be at his side. What’s all this about?”
Doctor Trask leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together. He looked down his nose at the camera on his comm device, appearing to contemplate what Ranger had said and giving Ranger a once-over. The doctor reminded Nate of a vulture.
“Okay,” Trask said. “Like I was about to mention to Mister Stockton, we are trying to find cures for people who did not pass the medical aspects of the lottery exams due to their diseases. We are also looking into the sterility epidemic and chromosomal changes in the female population.”
“Could you hold a moment?” Nate asked, grabbing the wand from Ranger and muting the call. He pointed the wand at the screen. “Do you think this is legit?”
“Yeah. It could be.”
“It might be the answer to our Mars problem.” Nate smiled, feeling a glimmer of warm hope spring up within him again.
“Perhaps. Should we see what’s what with it?”
Nate unmuted the call. “What if we say we’re interested?”
The doctor lifted a corner of his mouth. “I will digitize a package of information to you, and then we will be in touch with further instructions.”
“Well,” Ranger said, “count us interested.”
“Wonderful,” the doctor drawled.
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 | When it came to defense, or offense when needed, Cullen McIntyre thought he was prepared. It wasn’t until he watched as monsters he’d never knew existed walked out of thin air to kill members of his family, twice, that Cullen realized how wrong he’d been. By the third time he’d come face to face with those determined to kill him and the rest of his family for doing their duty, Cullen knew he needed help, and lots of it. The moment Ulf laid eyes on Cullen, he’d been enthralled by the man’s resolve to protect what was left of his family. Being shot and left for dead by Cullen should have cooled his desire for the fiery man, but it |
only made him want him more. By the time he caught up to Cullen, Ulf knew, without a doubt, the druid was destined to be his. Now he just needed to convince Cullen of that.
As Cullen and Ulf join their friends to fight the monsters from the realm of the Fae, they find there is a new threat waiting to get through the Veil. A threat they might not be able to defeat. Will Ulf & Cullen get their chance at happily ever after, or will the Fae finally succeed in their quest to destroy the veil?
As Cullen and Ulf join their friends to fight the monsters from the realm of the Fae, they find there is a new threat waiting to get through the Veil. A threat they might not be able to defeat. Will Ulf & Cullen get their chance at happily ever after, or will the Fae finally succeed in their quest to destroy the veil?
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It was becoming a contest of who had more. For Cullen, it was bullets. For the Fae, it was monsters. He still wasn’t sure the Veil had been sealed. Based on the fact that no matter how many of these things he mowed down, they kept coming, told him there was a good chance it hadn’t. That, or they’d sent hundreds to ensure this time they didn’t fail.
It was obvious who was losing, and it wasn’t the Unseelie. His only hope was, when he died, Ky would open up the fifty calibers and mow the motherfuckers down.
He dove for another automatic weapon when the one he had been using jammed. But he was surrounded, with little chance of killing them all before at least one of them got to him.
“Get down,” a deep voice rumbled over the roar of the fire and the shrieks of the dying Unseelie.
Cullen didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the ground, wrapping his hands over his head as he prayed whoever had come knew what the hell he had walked into. If not, he would be one more casualty Cullen would take to his grave. At least the guilt of this one wouldn’t haunt him since he’d be just as dead.
Gunfire opened up above him. The deafening roar was similar to what he’d already experienced when he’d been the one shooting. When it stopped, Cullen opened his eyes to find dozens of mutilated bodies surrounding him.
Then a hand appeared, a human one, as if offering him help up. Cullen turned his head to look up and blinked. Then blinked again. He’d seen a lot of crazy shit the past six weeks, things that he still had trouble wrapping his brain around.
He’d thought the monsters that were intent on killing his family. Horrible, disfigured creatures that resembled pieces and bits of animals from earth, yet in combinations that had stunned Cullen the night of the Winter Solstice. It had been what gave the beasts the advantage, for his whole family had been frozen in terror as the first creature had just appeared out of thin air.
A mix of scales, fur, and slime had covered its body. Long razor sharp teeth extended from its mouth, giving it a fearsome grimace. It had giant hooves on its extremities with three four inch claws extending from them. Nothing about it had been anything like they’d seen before.
For Cullen, this moment was similar. All he could say, was the man was definitely human. But nothing else about the moment seemed real. Because the man stood there in tight fitting pants that showed off his muscled thighs and ass to perfection. He didn’t wear a shirt, allowing Cullen to get his fill of thick arms that looked like they could break Cullen in half. He had a broad chest with just enough hair to make Cullen’s fingers itch to feel.
His gaze went to the man’s waist. He counted the eight-pack abs twice, just to be sure he wasn’t imagining the delicious sight of all that chiseled muscle that shouldn’t be possible.
“Like what you see?” the stranger asked.
Cullen hadn’t meant to lick his lips, but then again who could blame him? The man was pure sex with just enough wickedness to make Cullen want to worship every damn inch.
But it was his longer hair that reached almost his shoulders that really stunned him. It was wild and unkempt, just like the man if Cullen had to guess. Even better, probably an indication of how the man fucked. If Cullen was sure he wasn’t going crazy, he would swear the man looked like a medieval warrior.
“Who the hell are you?” Cullen finally asked, sure his mind had to playing tricks. Maybe he’d died and this was his reward for fighting to save his family.
“Fuck,” Cullen swore as he remembered the others. Pushing to his feet, he took off across the yard to the barn.
As he entered, he made sure not to set off any of the booby traps that were set the moment the others had entered the safe room. “Ky,” he yelled, knowing she’d be able to hear him through the speakers he’d had installed. “Are there more?”
Before she could answer, a gun when off right behind him. Cullen spun on his heel.
The stranger stared at him, his dark eyes wide with surprise even as his hand went to the hole that was in his chest. “You shot me,” he accused.
Remorse slammed through Cullen. There was no way the guy could survive that. It was a near perfect shot to the man’s heart. When the guy stumbled to the ground, Cullen went to him and tried to put pressure over the wound, but he knew it was too late.
The guy may have looked like a medieval warrior, but a hole in the heart would kill even him.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for you to die.”
When the man laughed, causing him to cough violently, spitting up some blood, Cullen hadn’t expected him to say, “Good thing it will take more than a gun to kill me, trouble.”
Huh? Dude had to be out of his damn mind. Oh, wait. He was dying. Clearly he was in denial. Since it was technically Cullen’s fault, he really should try and be nice. But he didn’t have time.
“’K, but I need to get my family to safety. So…” Damn, he really sucked at this whole being nice thing. “Good luck,” he finally said.
Then he stood up to find his cousin and sister doing their best to shield Bryce from the bloody man. “Come on,” he told them. “We gotta get moving.”
He hated leaving the man who saved his life like that, but he was going to die no matter what Cullen did. It would just be another sin Cullen would need to
It was obvious who was losing, and it wasn’t the Unseelie. His only hope was, when he died, Ky would open up the fifty calibers and mow the motherfuckers down.
He dove for another automatic weapon when the one he had been using jammed. But he was surrounded, with little chance of killing them all before at least one of them got to him.
“Get down,” a deep voice rumbled over the roar of the fire and the shrieks of the dying Unseelie.
Cullen didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the ground, wrapping his hands over his head as he prayed whoever had come knew what the hell he had walked into. If not, he would be one more casualty Cullen would take to his grave. At least the guilt of this one wouldn’t haunt him since he’d be just as dead.
Gunfire opened up above him. The deafening roar was similar to what he’d already experienced when he’d been the one shooting. When it stopped, Cullen opened his eyes to find dozens of mutilated bodies surrounding him.
Then a hand appeared, a human one, as if offering him help up. Cullen turned his head to look up and blinked. Then blinked again. He’d seen a lot of crazy shit the past six weeks, things that he still had trouble wrapping his brain around.
He’d thought the monsters that were intent on killing his family. Horrible, disfigured creatures that resembled pieces and bits of animals from earth, yet in combinations that had stunned Cullen the night of the Winter Solstice. It had been what gave the beasts the advantage, for his whole family had been frozen in terror as the first creature had just appeared out of thin air.
A mix of scales, fur, and slime had covered its body. Long razor sharp teeth extended from its mouth, giving it a fearsome grimace. It had giant hooves on its extremities with three four inch claws extending from them. Nothing about it had been anything like they’d seen before.
For Cullen, this moment was similar. All he could say, was the man was definitely human. But nothing else about the moment seemed real. Because the man stood there in tight fitting pants that showed off his muscled thighs and ass to perfection. He didn’t wear a shirt, allowing Cullen to get his fill of thick arms that looked like they could break Cullen in half. He had a broad chest with just enough hair to make Cullen’s fingers itch to feel.
His gaze went to the man’s waist. He counted the eight-pack abs twice, just to be sure he wasn’t imagining the delicious sight of all that chiseled muscle that shouldn’t be possible.
“Like what you see?” the stranger asked.
Cullen hadn’t meant to lick his lips, but then again who could blame him? The man was pure sex with just enough wickedness to make Cullen want to worship every damn inch.
But it was his longer hair that reached almost his shoulders that really stunned him. It was wild and unkempt, just like the man if Cullen had to guess. Even better, probably an indication of how the man fucked. If Cullen was sure he wasn’t going crazy, he would swear the man looked like a medieval warrior.
“Who the hell are you?” Cullen finally asked, sure his mind had to playing tricks. Maybe he’d died and this was his reward for fighting to save his family.
“Fuck,” Cullen swore as he remembered the others. Pushing to his feet, he took off across the yard to the barn.
As he entered, he made sure not to set off any of the booby traps that were set the moment the others had entered the safe room. “Ky,” he yelled, knowing she’d be able to hear him through the speakers he’d had installed. “Are there more?”
Before she could answer, a gun when off right behind him. Cullen spun on his heel.
The stranger stared at him, his dark eyes wide with surprise even as his hand went to the hole that was in his chest. “You shot me,” he accused.
Remorse slammed through Cullen. There was no way the guy could survive that. It was a near perfect shot to the man’s heart. When the guy stumbled to the ground, Cullen went to him and tried to put pressure over the wound, but he knew it was too late.
The guy may have looked like a medieval warrior, but a hole in the heart would kill even him.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for you to die.”
When the man laughed, causing him to cough violently, spitting up some blood, Cullen hadn’t expected him to say, “Good thing it will take more than a gun to kill me, trouble.”
Huh? Dude had to be out of his damn mind. Oh, wait. He was dying. Clearly he was in denial. Since it was technically Cullen’s fault, he really should try and be nice. But he didn’t have time.
“’K, but I need to get my family to safety. So…” Damn, he really sucked at this whole being nice thing. “Good luck,” he finally said.
Then he stood up to find his cousin and sister doing their best to shield Bryce from the bloody man. “Come on,” he told them. “We gotta get moving.”
He hated leaving the man who saved his life like that, but he was going to die no matter what Cullen did. It would just be another sin Cullen would need to
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