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Kyle has an unwelcome crush on his nemesis Brent. Brent has a welcome crush on his friend Kyle. As it turns out, the line between a friend and an enemy doesn’t have to be a line at all.
Born on the wrong side of the tracks to the wrong family, Kyle Potter. When he gets the perfect job at the perfect firm in perfect Los Angeles, Kyle is sure there are only blue skies ahead. Born with a silver spoon to a well-established family, Brent has never been interested in leveraging his connections. Friends, success, and dates come easily to Brent and rejection isn’t something he has to deal with in life. And then he meets perfect Kyle Potter. |
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We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $20.00 Amazon Gift card and 2 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and WHY! (If you do not add why you want to read the book, you're entry will not count in the giveaway)  The violent sway of the plane jerked her from her imaginings. The fasten seat belt light dinged. She quickly tidied her area and replaced her tray. Flight attendants rushed forward in the aisles, and people scrambled for their seats. “Ladies and gentleman we are experiencing severe turbulence. We ask that you fasten your seatbelts,” the captain said over the loud speaker. The plane dropped and cries filled the air. Liandra clenched her jaw and gripped the armrests for dear life. Her knuckles ached in protest, and her heart thudded. They plummeted, headed straight down. The overhead bins gave way. Bags fell onto the grounds. Tremendous pressure formed behind her ears, and her chest constricted. Oxygen masks dropped from above. She reached out, grabbed the circular cup, and struggled to put it over her face as she fought against the direction gravity wanted to twist her body. She inhaled deeply, flooding her brain with the life giving substance. Panic blurred the sharp edges of her vision, and mental clarity fled. Her gaze darted around, taking in the stricken faces of her fellow passengers. This is where my story ends with no legacy behind me, and few to mourn. A thunderous boom sounded. Loose debris floated around the cabin. The plane began a wild death spiral. Disoriented, she saw the world in double. Pain detonated in her body as the plane connected with something solid. Her head hit the wall, and she knew no more. Liandra opened her eyes and squinted at the light. A dull ache tapped a rhythm in her head and continued down her body. Fragments of memory rushed back. The plane crashed. She pushed up into a sitting position and cringed. Silence. No, that couldn’t be right. She reached up to touch her hearing aid, and found nothing but the cartilage of her ear. Sound burst from her vocal chords as she cried out. She could feel the vibrations, yet, her world remained stuck on mute. How can I be rescued if I can’t hear anything? Fear gave her the slap on the face she needed. Focused, she took in her surroundings. White sand covered the ground beneath her feet. A canopy of tall, tropical, trees nearly blocked out the light above her. Ridiculous how idealistic this place appears, given the horror that lead us to be here. If there is an us. She scanned the floor around her looking for the aids and came up empty. She hit her knees and sifted sand with her hands. After what felt like forever, she admitted defeat. They were gone, and if she wanted to find her way out of here, she needed to leave while she still had light. A twinge of pain brought her hand up to cover her ribs and she limped through the area, stepping over tree roots, and watching for signs of life. She proceeded forward, careful to keep a watchful eye on the brush for any sign of movement. The ground shook. She turned toward the vibrations and ran toward the source, desperate to hold on to what could be her only link to the plane and other survivors. A heavy weight slammed into her. Iron bands held her tight. Dazed and breathless, she froze. Lifted, like she weighed nothing, she was placed onto her back. Confused, she tilted her head, and met the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. Disheveled, dirt smudged, bleeding from various niches and cuts, the man’s angular face, and fast moving thin lips were a thing of pure beauty. She shook her head, cleared out the mental cobwebs, and shoved at his chest.  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. She always thought maybe Harry felt it made it less dirty if he casually left the money for her and maybe in a way it did. She tried not to think about their bi-weekly visits too hard, it made her ill knowing that she had resorted to having sex for money. “Your four hundred plus some extra as a present, but you have to make me a promise.” Jayce opened the envelope and peeked inside. A stack of one hundred dollar bills flashed back at her. “Holy Shit. How much is in here?” She had never seen that much money at one time. The most she had on her right now was a thousand. Time she buried her mom, paid off all the debt they owed which included every bar tab around town, she was pretty much left penniless except for what she had been putting away a little at a time. “Four thousand dollars,” Harry said as he started putting on his clothes. “You know if you’d marry me then you wouldn’t have to earn money like this.” Jayce pulled the cowboy boots on her feet. “Harry, you’d still be paying me for sex, it would just be done differently. A couple hundred here for a new dress, a new car, money would still change hands, the only difference is I’d have on a ring.” Jayce wiggled her ring finger in the air as she sat on the edge of the tub. She was still naked on top and her small breasts rested comfortably in place. She pushed her long curls off her shoulders.  This town was probably deserted too. He had yet to raid what
was left of the markets and gas. Today, however, was one of those days he missed people. Someone yelled. “Hang the bastard!” And he went right back to hating people. Deon sighed, stood up to his full six foot two height and listened. “I can’t fuck her, I’m gay!” A voice yelled back. Well now, that got his attention. He shuffled inland toward the commotion. Big willow tress blocked his view of the sleepy little town. Once past them the scene unfolded and Deon was left speechless. There were nearly thirty people and each held a weapon of some kind. Most were blades on the end of long sticks but some had guns. They were all gathered around a gnarly old tree with no leaves and thick branches. Rope was thrown over one of those extended bark covered appendages. It circled the neck of a thin white guy, a cute one. His black hair was a matted mess and his blue eyes were wide with fear. From where Deon was he could see the guy had on no shirt and that damn rope bit into the sensitive skin at his neck. “You will get an erection and knock her up.” A man in his forties with a bald head ordered. He was at the front of the mob. Cutie took a deep breath. “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it, just get me down and I’ll...” “You do her right now.” He pushed a girl forward, who was obviously underage and balling her eyes out. Cutie swung his bound hand. “I’m not doing it right here!” Deon listened to the argument, slipping closer to the fanatical group of survivors. The other man was talking again, bald and fucking crazy. He mumbled something to the girl and then ripped her shirt off. Deon glanced at the exposed chest purely out of shock. He liked men. She had small breasts with pink nipples and her hands rushed to cover them. Deon moved closer. Apparently, Cutie was telling the truth. Deon was currently staring at all of him, as every inch of flesh was exposed. His cock was soft and flaccid against his thigh. It was bigger than Deon would have guessed for such a white boy. Deon bet his dick would be a good eight inches when hard. “There’s your proof!” The leader began to yell to the crowd. “He cannot father children. He is useless to the human species and we shall only take what we must to save humanity.” He tugged the girl from the cutie with the noose around his neck. “Kill him for our very survival!” He drew out the last word like it was a sermon. Deon heard enough and even if the guy didn’t have a cock he wanted to suck, he’d still save the poor bastard. Hanging was a sore subject. He’d read all about his ancestors and their slavery including hanging. There was a shout, a plea and five shirtless men tugged the other end of the rope viciously. As much as Deon wanted to dwell on all those naked chests in one spot, Cutie was in trouble. The stranger’s pale hands grabbed at the rope digging into his throat. Deon pulled the knife out of the black sheath on his belt. He held it eye length, aiming, breathing, concentrating and then threw it. The blade whirled through the air and slit the thick rope. Most of it broke and uncoiled. A few frantic tugs from the man being hanged and it snapped. Cutie fell to the ground with a great big gasp. He was then promptly shot. We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift card and 3 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and WHY! (If you do not add why you want to read the book, you're entry will not count in the giveaway)  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.” We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift card and 3 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and WHY! (If you do not add why you want to read the book, you're entry will not count in the giveaway)  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. Ryder shuddered. 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. “Fuck.” 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. We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift card and 3 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and WHY! (If you do not add why you want to read the book you're entry will not count in the giveaway)  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. “Say it!” 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. We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift card and 3 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and why!  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. We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift card and 3 Ebooks from our prize list. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and why!  I jog-walk down the eerie, shadowed corridor muttering, “You can do this. You can. You’ve faced down oilmen, riggers, engineers. You have five older brothers.” Door number one goes by. “You’re from the twenty-first century. You graduated summa cum laude with a double major and a minor.” I pass door number two. My footsteps slow of their own accord. I chew the insides of my cheeks and force myself to continue. “Go big or go home.” Decision made, I stop in front of door number three, which stands slightly ajar. Raising my hand to knock on the solid wood, I shift and my boot catches on the too-long hem of Diana's dress. I snatch at the frame and manage to right myself. My jaw drops at the scene revealed by the half-open door. Behind a large, burnished desk stands a man who is the epitome of the Viking god Thor. Massive shoulders, chiseled pectorals, arms a logger would envy, a long, flowing, golden mane, and the profile of an immortal deity. He wears not a stitch of clothing, and the enormous erection he sports mesmerizes me. I can’t drag my eyes from his huge, engorged penis. He doesn’t notice me, and I understand why when my gaze drops. A half-naked woman lies sprawled on the top of the desk, which is located parallel to the far wall instead of fronting the doorway. She’s angled so I can see the profile of her face and body clearly. Her head’s half-resting on one elbow and her chin’s tilted back, exposing a slender, graceful neck. I catch a glimpse of a blue pendant dangling from a thick-linked gold chain hanging to one side. A mane of glossy ringlets are spread in a perfect array around her head and shoulders. She’s wearing a thin, transparent nightgown, which is scrunched above her waist. Her legs hang down from the desk, and a triangle of pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs shimmers in the dancing flames of the candles attached to sconces on the opposite wall. He cups himself. Fascinated, I follow his tanned fingers as he strokes back his foreskin to reveal the reddened head of his penis. A heated paralysis strangles my brain. I lick my lips when a thick, pearly drop oozes from the glistening slit in the center of the crown of his cock. Lightning crackles. Thunder booms. His head whips around and our stares collide.  My bedroom door shuddered from a heavy blow. “Zoey, open the door.” Ted was such an ass. Using my best whiny voice I cried, “Go away. I have a migraine.” “You think I give a fuck?” I flinched as the warlord’s furious mind swept the house. I was impressed. It had taken him all of thirty seconds to realize he had been tricked. “Zoey!” Ted roared. “I need to comb my hair,” I answered in a frightened voice. “You’ve got five minutes,” he snarled and stomped down the stairs. If the warlord wasn’t here, I’d give Ted a good mental shove down the stairs. I went into the bathroom and pulled out my makeup. Time to ugly myself up. Five minutes later I limped down the stairs and came to a dead stop. Even with my psychic abilities locked down tightly, I could sense another powerful Coletti warlord inside the general’s office. Thank God it wasn’t Scary Guy. I had a horrible feeling he would know who I was the minute he saw me. An evil grin curled my mouth. Just wait until they got a sniff of my eau de dead skunk perfume. I knocked timidly on the door. “Come in,” my father growled. I opened the door and got my first look at the Coletti. He was a big dude, and, to my surprise, really cute, if you were into the whole merciless-predator thing. His black battle suit displayed an amazing amount of muscles, and he wore large bronze bracelets on each arm. A bronze chain was woven into one of his ebony warrior braids. He was definitely high up on the food chain. “Jaylan, this is my daughter, Zoey.” The warlord’s stunned gaze swept over my greasy black hair that hung in clumps around my pale, zit-covered face, and paused for a minute on the black raccoon-like circles around my eyes. He eyed my Hunchback of Notre Dame outfit in outright horror, and his nose wrinkled in disgust as my scent hit him. It was all I could do not to giggle. Hideous didn’t even begin to describe me. There wasn’t a man or warlord alive who would want to touch me. “It is an honor to finally meet you, Zoey.” Baring his awesome fangs in a scarily polite smile, he held out his hand diplomatically. What a liar. Time to get the fun started. I scuttled round the desk and hid behind the general. “Please, don’t let him eat me.” The general gagged. “My God! What is that smell?” “My new medicine,” I squeaked, letting the tears roll. My cheap mascara would soon be running down my face in nice black streaks. Jaylan took a step back, and his copper-colored skin turned a ghastly green color. I had to admit the stench was pretty horrific. I might have overdone it just a tad. Thankfully the Vapor Rub up my nose kept me from hurling. I clutched the general’s jacket. “Please, sir, don’t let him hurt me.” My father jerked away from me and vomited into the wastebasket. The big warlord grabbed it away from the general and puked violently. Who knew warlords had such weak stomachs? A beep sounded in my earpiece. Marie’s signal that Ted was coming with a tray of her nice powdered-sugar-covered cakes and coffee. My plan was coming together perfectly. Right on cue, Ted stepped in the room. I let out a bloodcurdling shriek and ran for the door. Jaylan instinctively leaped out of my way and crashed into Ted. He staggered off balance, desperately trying to keep the tray from falling. I stuck out my foot and tripped him. The tray tipped over, raining cakes and coffee all over Jaylan and my father. A stunned look on his face, Jaylan stared at the coffee running down his spiffy boots and the pieces of smashed cake decorating his battle suit.  I was so focused on what kind of doughnut I was going to get I didn’t even see Allison Monroe slid up beside me. “Susan Summerhouse, what are you doing?” Any normal person would be able to tell what I was doing, but Allison Monroe was not normal. She was never normal when we were in school together and now that we are in our thirties she is still not normal. Let me explain. Here in front of me stood a 5’1, petite woman and it was before eight on a Saturday morning and she was already perky. She bounced around in her pink jogging suit and her long, blond ponytail bounced right along with her. Everything about her was perfect. She even made being a divorced woman of two times look perfect. Standing next to Allison was like standing next to a live electrical wire that had just came off the pool. You knew you had to kill it, you just had to figure out how without harming yourself in the process. “You’re not eating that stuff are you?” Allison asked as she pointed to the glass case full of any doughnut a doughnut lover would ever want. Okay, I’m not one to lie but if she can’t figure it out then I wasn’t going to tell her. “No, of course not. I just wanted to get a bottle of water.” I had been standing in the long line for the last ten minutes trying to decide if I was going to get the chocolate glazed-pecan covered doughnut or the strawberry glazed doughnut. After the week I had, I deserved both but I knew I only need one. You see, I, Susan Summerhouse am not 5’1, blond and sure as hell not perky at 8 in the morning. Nope I’m 5’6 if I stand up straight, and my hair is dirty brown right now, but when I wash it….well it’s still dirty brown. And my weight, let me just say no one ever called me petite. My mother would tell me when I was younger I was just a big boned girl, I never believed it but it was nice of her to try. And I made nothing look perfect, here lately I had the feeling I was far from being even in the vicinity of anything perfect. The only thing Allison and I had in common at this moment was we both had on jogging suits, if you considered my gray sweat pants and a black sweat shirt that I had picked up off my closet floor and threw on, an actual jogging suit.  “Welcome.” The Falla said with a bow of his head. All the men in the room went quiet and he saw several of them adjust in the velvet seats. “Gratitude for answering our ad. We do have some requirements before we proceed.” Two more falla’s came from the stage and went into the crowd. Each that light blue skin and that blond white hair. These two were dressed in...well...it look like skirts to Drayton. Maybe some form of kilt. It was sexy as hell as the two Falla’s showed off long, lean legs. “We are looking for males that are not adverse to interaction between other males.” “You mean like butt sex!” A hairy thing called out, taller than seven feet and seriously hideous. The falla nodded his head. “Indeed. There are no women on this planet.” There was a grunt from the hairy thing and he stormed out the open doors. No one followed and the Falla continued. “There are two servants going around. They will need your name and they will measure the length of your penis to be sure you meet the requirements.” Fuck. Drayton shifted his neck from side to side and then cracked his knuckles. Soon everyone would know he had an erection to break steel. “And what if we have two dicks!” Someone in the crowd called out. Despite Drayton’s craning neck, he couldn’t find the speaker. Falla responded, “We will make a note and measure both then.” Drayton watched as men began to pull down various forms of garment to reveal their dicks. Some made his mouth water and his dick leak. Like that guy to his left that was built like a warrior from the old earth. He had muscle upon muscle and his hard dick bobbed out of his pants like a gift. Drayton’s vision was blocked by a Falla who stood before him with a small flat screen and a measure stick. “Name?” The voice purred to him. “Captain Drayton Starberg.” The falla made a note on the screen. “Please remove your clothing so I may measure you penis.” How could those words be emotionless and arousing at the same time? Drayton dropped the bag from his shoulder. He then unzipped his jeans and slid them down so his cock slipped free. The length curved, jutting forth and practically begging to be touched. Damn it, it hadn’t been that long since he got some ass. The falla’s blue hands reached out and wrapped around his dick. It took all of Drayton’s will power not to groan as his cock was tugged and then the cold measure stick placed against his taut skin. He bit the inside of his mouth as the falla got to his knees to read the measurement. This sexy thing was inches from his dick and he stared down. Enjoying this way too much. Then a drop of pre-cum oozed from his hole. Well, that was sort of like starting the show before the curtains were up. The falla nodded his head and then swiped a finger over the liquid. This time Drayton did groan, short and low. The falla stood, made a mark on the screen and nodded. “Very nice. You may cover up your penis.” We hope you enjoy these teasers from some fabulous authors! The TBR Pile is giving away two books from our prize list and a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card. To ENTER: Comment below on which of these books you'd like to read and why!  He’s going to make love to me. Again. I won’t screw it up this time. Stephanie forced her fingers away from her palms and choked back a groan, knowing Eli could hear her choppy breathing. Clamping her teeth together, she traced his long strides as he stalked in her direction, and the memory of the bulge in his pants at Château Pontchartrain made her eyes squeeze shut. She did that to him. Her. Mousey, skinny, underdeveloped Stephanie Lauren Grant, who’d only ever been able to talk to her parents’ peers, and who became a puddle of nervous anxiety if anyone near her own age even so much as walked into hearing distance, far less the coolest, hunkiest, most mouth-watering man on the planet. She turned on Eli Gallagher. She made him feel alive. Eli, who charmed everyone, kids, babies, old ladies, even Mr. Smuckins, the surliest night guard in the universe. Resisting the all-consuming urge to pinch her forearm viciously, Stephanie instead took a deep inhale. Relax. No panicking allowed. Not now. Not when it looked like maybe, maybe she and Eli… She’d never fit in and had never been cool, like Eli. He was so not in her league, with his buffed-to-the-max martial-arts body, those soulful gray eyes, the always mussed shock of wavy ash-blond hair, and his magnetic, charismatic personality. Her pulse skittered as he neared. The words he’d uttered earlier washed over her and cocooned her in a blanket of tremulous hope. She made him feel alive. She’d fallen for him like a boulder tumbling off a sheer cliff; confused, erratic, terrified, aroused, giddy, and doomed to shatter on impact. Their lovemaking the night of the Christmas party had followed the same pattern. Both of them had been clumsy, noses knocking in their frenzied kissing, her head banging his chin when she attempted to unbutton his shirt, and her pants tangled at her ankles making penetration awkward. Then he’d turned green—no. Not going there. She gritted her teeth and worked her jaw. Jutted her chin and replayed the social self-confidence mantra drummed into her by myriad child psychologists. You can do this—you can. “Okay?” he asked, his voice husky and all growl. She stared into his eyes and the desire blazing there soothed her fear. She nodded Planting his palms on the wall on either side of her face, he bent his head and brushed sinfully soft lips over hers. The tickle-tingle sensation sent sparks across her belly, pulling at her navel, tugging her clitoris.  Two weeks ago, life had been normal. Aurora had gone to get a cup of the sludge they called coffee and left her partner Debbie working at her desk on their backlog of case files. On her way back to their office, Lieutenant Cory Ashton had caught up with Aurora and they’d stepped into the room together, both coming to a dead stop. Debbie, who’d lately taken to the layered look with sloppy clothes, had bent over to pick something up from the floor and her extra-large t-shirt had draped open. Her pregnant belly had been revealed for all to see. “What the hell?” Cory erupted and his explosion cut off Aurora’s absurd exclamation. “You’re pregnant.” Even as the words left her mouth, Aurora wished them back. No need to worry since Cory’s voice rose to a bellow and drowned out her obtuse remark on the obvious. “Girl, why didn’t you tell me I’m going to be a father? A guy appreciates knowing these things.” The excited man swept the curvaceous blonde into his arms and hugged her until a smile wiped the horrified expression from her face. Flying high, happier than Aurora had ever seen him, Cory continued. “We need to celebrate. A man doesn’t find out he’s going to be a daddy every day.” Shock zipped around inside Aurora, and the memory of the horror eight months ago emerged and wouldn’t be squashed. Was this Cory’s baby? She watched her partner closely. No one knew the girl in the same way that she did. For the first time, Aurora couldn’t read her. Innocent pleasure had wiped away all traces of wariness, and Aurora had to accept that adoration shone in eyes that were empty of treachery. Cory kept his arm around Debbie’s shoulder and caught Aurora trying to sneak away. “Do me a favor doll? Make a reservation at the pub and tell them to expect a bunch of us. As soon as I convince this beauty to marry me, we all need to drink some toasts… on me.” A couple of hours later, Aurora, cradling a beer, sidled up to a glowing Debbie and suffered the girl’s hug. “It’s a special day, Rory, you’ll have to put up with me.” Pearly whites shone as Debbie’s happiness forced a response from Aurora. “Yeah, whatever. And don’t call me Rory.” Aurora allowed the hug and even returned it. Then she backed away and stared her friend down. “Give. What’s the story?” The blank stare that met hers didn’t quite ring true, but the words were believable. “Cory came to see me a few days after Rhondo’s assault. You remember he was out of town when the attack happened? He wanted to make sure that the skunk hadn’t damaged me, broke my spirit, you know. Anyway, one thing led to another and we found ourselves undressed and—” Drolly Aurora interrupted “I do know that part.” Her tone brought a smile to Debbie’s flushed face. “Well it was incredible. Truth to tell, it scared the shit out of me. However, I knew the rules. I couldn’t stay working with you and carry on with him. So, I called it a one-night stand and shut him down. Hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Twisting her water bottle in both hands, she stared at the floor. “You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been a bit grouchy lately?” “Grouchy? Are you kidding? We could have handled a bit of grouchiness. Your viper’s tongue has drawn blood from every person in the department. They’ve taken to hiding when you’re sighted.” “Heck, don’t hold back.” Debbie giggled. “Sorry. Between morning sickness and unrequited love, my hormones were touchy.” Aurora thought back over the last months and recalled instances where the tension between Deb and the boss had sparked, but she’d just put it down to Debbie’s recent bad mood and temperamental personality. After all, her partner could be stubborn as a mule, and Cory took his management role very seriously. Little did Aurora know then that everything would change for her, and so quickly.  "Guess what I found?" Hunter carried a sweater and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. "You'll be nice and warm in no time." He handed them to her. Becca pointed to his head. She wished her words would just come out already. "You don't want to change into dry clothes first?" He raised a brow, then winced. "Damn that hurts. Okay fine, you win. I will probably curse and go stark crazy, so bear with me please?" She may not have been able to find her voice to speak, but a quiet laugh escaped her throat. At least, that's what she thought it was. Hunter crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Are you laughing at me?" Amusement danced in his gorgeous eyes. "That's so messed up! There is a little devilish side to you after all. I like it," he teased. Becca smirked and pointed at the first aid kit. She wondered if he remembered any of the sign language, back from when she'd been mute and unable to communicate all those years ago. But so far, he'd been able to understand what she needed. The very first time he came to visit her, he'd learned it so they could talk. She remembered that day well on her aunt's back porch when Hunter sat beside her. He asked if she remembered him. She nearly cried that he'd taken the time to understand sign language for her. "All right little devil, have at it. Just don't get offended for any swear words I may use." He cracked a smile. She loved that he could still have a sense of humor. It showed that even though he had some injuries, he was the same old silly Hunter she knew. She pointed down at the floor, wanting him to kneel before her. Again, he cued in right away and lowered to his knees. Becca opened up the first aid kit and searched for what she needed. As she pulled out a large bandage, cotton swabs and the small bottle of peroxide to clean the wound, Hunter hissed. She flicked her gaze back to him. "Call it psychological warfare. I'm anticipating that it's going to sting like you wouldn't believe. I know, I know, I'm being a baby and I should just shut up." Hunter raised his hands. "Think you can do that one handed? I might need you to hold mine with the other." Becca grinned and held out her hand. She wished her voice would work with her so she could tell him how cute he was being. She couldn't be too sure if he was putting on an act to make her laugh or if he really was bothered by what she had to do. Regardless, she felt needed. Important. Something she longed for. When his shaky fingers curled over hers, a ripple of electricity zipped through her. Now those were strange, random thoughts. "Your hand is so cold. Not that mine is any better," Hunter said softly. "I know, I'm stalling. I should just man up and take it, huh? You won't tell anyone about my weak side there, will you?" He chuckled. She slid him a knowing grin and put a finger to her lips, then ran the finger across them as if to say 'My lips are sealed'. "I knew I could count on you."  Savannah Monroe groaned when she saw the lights flashed across the dash board. “No way.” She carefully maneuvered the sports car to the shoulder. She knew she should’ve stopped for gas twenty miles back. She knew better than to let herself do such a stupid thing. She was twenty-nine years old for heaven’s sake, not some teenager just learning how to drive. She dug through her purse that was placed on the seat beside her. After finding her cell phone she flipped it open and saw she wasn’t getting a signal. “Ugh.” She chunked the phone on the seat and swung open the car door. She carefully looked both ways before getting out of the car, although it was unlikely she was going to be hit by a car on the lonely country road. She hadn’t seen anyone in the past hour. There was nothing but wide open space. She could see some cattle in the far distance. There was a barn way off in the middle of nowhere. From what she could tell from where she stood, it didn’t look like there were any houses close by. Her only choices were either start walking back to where the last town was or walk forward to where she hoped was just a few miles to her destination to the town of Twin Stars, Texas. She was about to reach for her phone again just to make sure the signal hadn’t come back when she saw out the corner of her eye an old truck coming down the road. Maybe her day was turning around after all. She waved her hands in the air motioning for the driver to stop. As the truck crept closer she could see a man in a cowboy hat sitting behind the wheel. When the truck came to a complete stop in front of her she leaned forward into the open window of the passenger side and said, “Hi. I seem to be stranded.” “I kind of figured that. You don’t see many women out here waving their arms around.” "Do you think you could help me?” She hated asking for help from anyone, but she didn’t see much chance of solving this problem on her own. “I’m sure I can. What’s seems to be the problem?” "Well, Mr…I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” This guy didn’t look like a crazy backwoods man that would drag her body off and do horrible things to her, but still she kept her guard up. “You can call me Wes.” “I’m Savannah Monroe and it seems I’ve run out of gas.” She brushed back a curl that managed to fall in her face. He leaned forward and pointed to the car. “I’d think a fancy little thing like that would have a warning light letting you know it’s time to fill up.” Great, a cowboy with a humor. That’s all she needed right now. “It does, but it seems I’ve decided to ignore it.” She realized the gas light was just one more thing in her life she was ignoring. Just thinking about all of it was depressing her all over again. She had hoped getting away for a while might take her mind off of her troubles, but it seemed her troubles had traveled right along with her. “Hmm…not much good that got you.” Wes opened his driver’s door and step out of the truck and walked around to where Savannah was standing.  “We are fucked.” He whispered and lifted his sword. Larina tensed, prepared to roll. However, the blow did not come to her neck. Instead he swung at the nearest slave. The crowd gasped and she heard yelling as the slave fell. Larina grabbed the sword and swung at the other guard. They were close enough to the gates to run. "What else shall we greet the afterlife for but freedom.” He spoke quickly and his long legs ate up the path to the gates. More guards were piling into the arena. Slaves were trying to close their only way out. Brennus lifted his leg and his massive foot slammed into the gate. It shot open, the iron bars smashing against the arena wall. Larina was close behind him, stunned and confused by the recent events. It didn’t matter. Sort all this out later. Right now, it was fight for freedom or die at the hands of the Romans. She followed him down a narrow path. Two guards approached but it took him mere moments and three swings to cut them down. She hopped over the remains and kept her hitched breathing in control. The smell was nauseous as they came up a door. What lay beyond was more shocking then she could have imagined and she’d seen a lot of scary shit. Bodies, most dismembered lay on slabs of concrete. The remains of defeated warriors. They were chopped up and sent down the water shoot which led to the lungotevere aventino. According to legend that was the river Romulus and Remus were collected from after being abandoned. Brennus spun toward her, covering her back as she hopped into the filthy liquid. A hand floated up to greet her and she close her mouth to keep from wrenching. This was no time to act like a useless female. She took a breath and went under. The current quickly took her feet but she heard a splash behind her. The water slashed at the dried blood and sand that caked in various parts of her body. Larina tried to swim but the current was too strong so she simply let it take her. When the ceiling lifted, she pushed against the stone floor to pop her head up and gather her bearings as well as take oxygen into her lungs. One the third such trip she spotted a big dark shadow behind her. One that grunted and cursed. She smiled despite the scrap of the stone against her skin. Larina held a scream as the water shot her from the tunnel along with various body parts into the river. Her body landed harshly against the water and she sunk several feet before kicking her legs and bobbing to the surface. The big guy landed beside her doing the same. He was still cursing the Gods as they quickly swam toward the opposite side of the river. They had mere moments to get free and make a run for it. However, when she crawled onto land upon the sandy banks Larina fell to her back and stared at the blue sky. A sight she never thought to enjoy again.  “We were both wronged by fate.” Lorn swallowed hard. “Or maybe it was a ploy devised to get us together and change the future.” Lorn snorted. “A master sergeant and a former wastrel...what can we possibly do?” Kallen lifted his lips in a grin. “Change the world, Lorn…change the fucking world.” He then reached out, grabbed a handful of Lorn’s shirt and tugged him forward. Lorn could have fought. With his training Kallen wouldn’t have stood a chance. Yet, he followed the pull and planted his lips on Kallen’s. The kiss was slow, a sizzling burn that seemed to consume all the air in the room. Lorn was gasping as he pulled back, disturbed by just how much he enjoyed touching Kallen. “Again you tease the beast.” Kallen grinned. “Hell fucking yes.” He then smacked his lips onto Lorn’s mouth. This time the master sergeant took control. He grabbed Kallen’s chin, holding the man in place while his lips ravaged and his tongue stroked. By the time he pulled back, they were both gasping and it echoed throughout the room. “Fuck, I’m so hard,” Kallen said then groaned. “Let me suck you.” “I told you, private, I don’t do quick sucks.” Lorn wanted slow, consuming sex with this man. He ignored his early comment about having the heart of a hero and tugged his shirt over his head. Lorn flexed his muscle a bit more than he had too, grinning as Kallen watched with an open mouth. “Undress, private. The master sergeant wants to perform an inspection.” It was a clever quip that popped into Lorn’s head. He pulled the Velcro of his pants open, slipping them down his legs to his ankles. His undershorts barely hid the raging erection prodding the material. Lorn tugged off his shoes and kicked his pants away then glanced at Kallen. The man was beautiful. Pulling his pants down, Kallen’s legs were long and lean. Some blond hair was scattered on his thighs and Lorn’s mouth watered as his eyes fell upon Kallen’s dick. It was exposed to his eyes and the moon’s scarce light. The foreskin was wrinkled and being pulled apart to reveal the red tip and creaming hole. The long shaft curved upward strikingly, the thick vein on the underside throbbed as Kallen’s balls were tight to his body. A nest of blond hair was at the base of his cock. Lorn was officially taken by the sight. His eyes strained upward to a...shirt. “Undress. I want to see every inch of your body before I pull apart your butt checks to play.” It was a threat and a promise. |
Spencer realizes that if he wants to build a life with Emilio, he'll need to be strong enough to slay his personal demons and learn to trust again.
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