Spotlight on Fallon's Capture by Ravenna Tate - @EvernightPub #Erotic #SciFi

FALLON'S CAPTURE - Voyeur Moon 2

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BLURB:

The last thing Fallon Myers remembers before waking up as a prisoner was walking home from her favorite bodega. Now, she’s being forced to participate in sex shows for the crowds on Voyeur Moon, along with two political prisoners.

Cord and Arlo have been fighting against the extreme faction of Tyranns who now control Voyeur Moon, and who built the infamous Zoo, for years. The charges against them are bogus, but their growing love for Fallon is real.

The three can’t see or hear the crowds who pay to watch them have rough sex, but the shows take an emotional toll on all of them.

When an opportunity to escape arises, the men face a difficult choice. If they leave Fallon behind, the Tyranns will simply place two new prisoners in her quarters. But if they take her along, all three could lose their lives.


EXCERPT:

She glanced from Cord to Arlo, and then before she lost her nerve, she pulled off her tank top. They stared at her boobs like they’d never seen any before, and Fallon had to bite back a laugh. “Okay. Your turn.”

Her pulse raced and her nipples tingled, forming taut points within seconds even though the room was warm. They guys gave each other a wary glance, and then Cord took off his T-shirt, revealing a hard, muscled torso decorated with tats. Each one bore numbers which she assumed were dates, but this wasn’t the time to ask what they symbolized.

Arlo took off his shirt next, and she couldn’t stop staring at his body either. They were each as beautiful as she’d imagined they would be. Arlo only had one tat, but it covered most of the left side of his torso, and she couldn’t identify the design. She’d ask later.

As she started to pull off her shorts, Arlo tugged on the waistband. “Let us do that.” She shivered at the dominance in his voice and the intensity of his gaze. “Lie back.” Fallon did as he said, a soft moan escaping her throat as he slid off her shorts. “You’re shaved. Just like in the porno movies.”

She laughed softly. “Plenty of Earth women shave their hoo-has, and they’re not porn stars. Jim liked it, and I … I don’t know. I just never stopped doing it.”

His gaze softened as he brushed a finger over her labia. “It’s all right. I like it.” Arlo glanced toward Cord, who stared at her like he wanted to devour her. “What do you think?”

“Think? What do I think? I think I want to lick every square inch of her skin, and then I want to fuck her until neither one of us can walk.”

Fallon sucked in a sharp breath as Cord removed his shorts. He covered her body with his, capturing her mouth in a kiss so hot she was sure the comforter would catch on fire. She’d only caught a quick glimpse of his cock, but now she felt its width and length against her pussy lips, and she arched upward to rub it.

He moaned deep in his throat as she parted her lips to let his tongue inside, and when his hands tangled themselves in her hair, she wrapped her arms and legs around his warm, hard body. The lust consuming her was swift and powerful. Was it due to everything that had happened to her in such a short time, or the result of not having had sex in over a year?

She had no clue, and she didn’t give a shit. She only knew she wanted this man right now more than she’d ever wanted anyone or anything.

When he released the kiss, he trailed his tongue across her neck. “You taste like heaven.”


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Spotlight on Dark Tales Diaries Vol 1 - 2 #Audiobook #Review #Erotic


Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 23 min. 20 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 41 min. 55 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust




Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use
Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins
head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: Bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series


Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts,
Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.


A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, voyeurism, sex toys, spanking


Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series

















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London’s Bio and Social Links
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments atLondon@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.


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About the Narrator John Thrust
The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday.  It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of
BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge).  Rather than just read the book, I recorded it.  I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays - even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened
however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too. 


– John


Bethany-Kris's 2-in-1 Review of Vol 1 & 2 of  Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James
****Four out of Five Stars***

From a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O--yeah, you read that correctly--there's definitely something for everyone in Ms. James' Dark Tales Diaries volumes. Kinks of all kinds are opened up for the characters, as well as the reader, to explore in these stories. No two are the same, and each leaves its own impression if I may say so myself. While each story is short in its own right, I would say there was a decent lead-up, arc, and very satisfying end for every tale.

I learned something interesting while listening to the Dark Tales, and thank you Ms. James, because it was one heck of an eye-opener for me. I'm not big on the BDSM while reading unless there's a Domme in play, but holy mother ... I do love to listen even without the Domme there to flex her control.

Thrust was a great narrator for these tales. A perfect pick, really. His voice is edgy with just enough of a man's growl to make it work. I have to give him props on his vocal acting, seriously. He brings the dialog to life with his voice.

I was thoroughly pleased with the reading and the length. It kept me engaged and entertained. I'm not sure a particularly long novel in audio format would have worked as well for me as these erotic tales did. Four stars well-done and I'm already looking at the next short audio read to get on my phone from London. 



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Thursday #Teaser from Filthy Marcellos: Dante - Book Three in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy #ComingSoon
Giovanni's release is just around the corner! But, today I'm offering up a piece of Dante's story in the Filthy Marcello Trilogy. A little taste of Catrina and Dante at their first meeting, actually. Enjoy!


Dante blinked, unsure of what she was asking him. Catrina’s finger tapped to the center of his chest, sending sparks blooming across his skin. The tattooed word on her slender, pale digit caught his eye again.
“Catrina Danzi,” she repeated.
“That name rings no bells.”
“To the outside world, it shouldn’t. If it did, I wouldn’t be very good at my job, Dante.”
She struck her finger on his chest again.
“I think I’ll head out and take my men with me, bello.”
Dante stepped back. “Do that.”
Catrina slid off the stool with a learned grace that Dante would appreciate if she were any other woman and not one that had seriously fucked with his head and time tonight. Passing him by, she turned at his shoulder, wiggling her fingers teasingly.
“For you, it’s Cat, but they’ll know me better as Queen.”
Stunned, Dante observed the men who hadn’t even left the table get up from their prospective seats and follow the redhead out of the club without a word. Lucian and Gio, however, were only a few feet behind Dante, both sporting expressions churned with anger and shock. Some patrons were being herded out of the club by men Dante recognized as his own … or rather, his father’s.
“Did I hear that woman right?” Gio asked when the coast was clear.
“Depends on what you heard,” Dante replied quietly.
“A lot,” Lucian said for his brother.
Dante lifted his shoulders in response, but even the action felt robotic. He didn’t like being tricked and he didn’t like being cornered. Dante was neither a circus show nor an animal needing trained. That woman—Catrina—had treated him like both.
It pissed him off more.
“Plan remains the same,” Dante said, reverting back to his cool demeanor. “I want them off my streets.”
“Even if it’s a woman running them?” Lucian asked.
“Especially because it’s her running them.”


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Author @BethDCarter Talks Research & When Lightning Strikes @EvernightPub #TimeTravel #Romance
When Lightning Strikes by Beth D. Carter

Hello!  Thank you so much for having me on your site today!  When Lightning Strikes has been one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written (so far!).  It’s a time travel where the heroine comes forward to our time from 1794.  I did a lot of research for this story, as well as paying tribute to some of my own ancestors.

The heroine’s name is Henrietta Lydia Knapp and Knapp is a family name with a long history.  My sixth great-grandmother, Lydia Knapp, had a prestigious family tree, linked back to Katherine Cromwell, the Tudor line, and Charles VI (the Mad King of France), whose own lineage was deeply engraved on England and France’s bloody history.  Lydia Knapp’s grandfather came to Massachusetts in the 1600’s, making him one of the first people to settle the untamed new world.  Genealogy is truly amazing and humbling at the same time.

It was so interesting researching certain facts from Colonial America.  One of the most interesting was The Flowing Hair dollar mentioned in When Lightning Strikes.  It was designed by Robert Scot and on January 24, 2013, a specimen striking from the 1794 production sold for $10,016,875, the highest price ever paid for a coin.  Wouldn’t that be a true pleasure to find in the attic! 


BLURB:

Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas.  One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash.  He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying. 

He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.

Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time.  A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward.  Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears. 

As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly.  But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?

EXCERPT: (rated PG)

He stopped in front of a popular clothing store. Mannequins modeled cute little outfits and Micah John looked expectantly at her.
“What do you think?”
She looked from him to the window and back again. “What do I think about what?”
“The clothes.” He liked the Capri pants and thought they would nicely show off her cute ass. Of course, he would never tell her that.
Her mouth dropped open a little. “You said my brain couldn’t wrap about the facts of technology, but truthfully I can’t understand how women can wear so little.”
He laughed. “This is nothing. You should go to The French Riviera where you can to go topless on some of the beaches.”
“You’re lying,” she accused.
Micah John shook his head and held up his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“Oh, my,” she said and looked back at the clothes being modeled. “Robert Burton wrote in his book The Anatomy of Melancholy, ‘When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done, puritans with puritans, papists with papists’.”
“Right,” he said. “We’ve shorted it to when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
“I suppose that is a more succinct way of saying it.”
She looked around at all the women passing by. Shorts, miniskirts and tank tops, all exposing more skin that she’d probably ever seen. He almost felt sorry for her. “I’ve come out in public in just my dress, sans petticoats. I suppose I can acclimate to being a Twenty-first century woman.”
“Atta girl.”
He pulled her into the store.




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ABOUT BETH:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
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M. Levesque Talks The Fox and The Hound - #EroticRomance @EvernightPub
The Fox and the Hound is book two in my Bailout Series. In book one, Backwoods Bailout, the main character Lacy was swindled into buying a house that technically didn’t belong to the person selling it. As we come to find out, the person who sold it to her was leading man, Marcus’ ex-girlfriend, Holly. It was a bitter break-up, what can I say? Anyway Holly rights her wrongs before heading into the sunset…but it seems she’s been too lucky for too long and Karma has come a knockin’ in the form of Peyton Shepherd. This is their story…

The Fox and The Hound by M. Levesque
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Blurb:
Holly is just restarting her retirement from a life of white collar crime when an old friend finds his way back to her. Peyton Shepherd, AKA The Reaper, is the bad guys’ number one retrieval expert when they are looking for someone, and right now they’re looking for Holly. 

She usually doesn’t worry about these guys because she can con her way out of pretty much anything but Peyton has apprehended her before. This time he is a little more motivated to bring her in because the last time she left him handcuffed naked to a headboard, borrowed his identity, and stole his favorite car. Holly didn’t think a year was long enough for him to forgive and forget but if he did finish the job, she knew it wasn’t a meeting she’d walk away from. 

Buy Links:
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Links: Backwoods Bailout Book One

Excerpt:

I found Peyton sitting at the small desk. He curled his finger at me and I made my way across the carpet, wearing the bathrobe provided with the room.
When I stopped directly in front of him, he was staring up at me.
“What?”
“I’m sorry I said those things to you.”
“I know you might not think very highly of me, Peyton, but…”
“I didn’t like the fact that you…were with Marcus,” he finished. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. It wasn’t fair.” 
Why did he even care that I had been with Marcus?
“If it makes you feel any better, I screwed that one up, royally,” I said honestly.
“You didn’t screw it up. You were just trying to protect him. He’s a nice guy. He’s not like us.” 
I shrugged and looked away, but immediately felt his hand snake its way between the folds of the robe and come to rest on the bare skin of my side. I looked down at him, but when I didn’t move away, he pulled me closer so that I was standing between his knees. He tugged gently on the robe and it fell onto the floor with a whispering of fabric across skin. He seemed to be memorizing every inch of me, and just that was the sexiest thing I’d ever watched a man do. He urged me forward again, bringing his face even with my breast before nipping me gently, his eyes rolling up to meet mine, as if asking permission to continue.
I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. I lowered my mouth down to his and he immediately stood up, carrying me with him to the bed. Still clothed, he lowered himself between my legs and, from the feel of things, he enjoyed being there, very much.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered. 
“You’re right,” he answered, pulling his shirt off and lowering himself back down until we were pressed warm skin to warm skin. He bit my earlobe and I completely forgot why I was supposed to be stopping him. He curled an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against him with a happy growl and more kisses. In truth, I didn’t have the will power to stop him. After the daily regret of leaving my needs unmet the last time, I didn’t want to stop him again.
My breath caught in my throat when he rolled me over. He placed tickling kisses from the back of my neck down the length of my back, following the feminine curve of my spine. He got to my ass and bit me hard enough to send a shock through my entire body. He growled out his satisfaction and trailed one of his hands up between my thighs, tickling his fingers over the sensitive skin there for a moment before easing me onto my back again.
He stood over me, looking both dangerous and completely captivated by me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been looked at by a man like this before. He slowly removed his clothes, taking his sweet time and driving me nuts.

I whimpered as he removed his boxer briefs. He smiled at me before lowering himself onto the bed, his body covering my own. “What’s your hurry?” he teased, rubbing his nose along the length of my jaw. “I know you’re a thief, baby, but I have to teach you the difference between instant gratification and real satisfaction.”
Friday #Teaser from Filthy Marcellos: Giovanni #ComingSoon
Giovanni's release is getting closer and closer. I'm excited to share the black sheep of the Marcello boys. This may be the last tease for him before his release day, so I hope you like it.



Blurb:
Giovanni Marcello lives life by his own terms and has no intention of changing. As a Capo and the son of a mob boss, he knows what is and is not acceptable conduct. That doesn’t stop him from doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants to do it. The one thing he would never do is disobey the principles of La Cosa Nostra. That is, until he spends a night with a beautiful stranger.

He’ll break every rule for her.

Kim Abella has made some mistakes—no doubt about it. She’s paying for them by a forced marriage she doesn’t want to a man who suffocates her with his demands and abuse. After everything, she knew better than to get mixed up with another family, especially their youngest son. Then again, when she’s with him, he reminds her of who she is beneath the control that’s slowly killing her.

She just can’t leave him alone.

Being spoken for by a made man means Kim is off-limits, but Giovanni doesn’t play nice when it comes to taking what should be his. The only thing that might save them both from a bullet and a makeshift grave for what they’ve done are the very same rules they already broke.


Sometimes, love has to start out a little filthy.


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Teaser:

Gio pulled his rental car to a stop at the entrance steps to what he assumed was Kim’s dorm. Screeching tires echoed in the dark parking lot. Leaning over the seat, Gio pushed the passenger door open. A shocked Kim stood only inches away.
“Get in, Tesoro.”
Kim stared inside the car. Fear and uncertainty flickered in her stare. “What?”
“Get in the car. Hurry up.”
“I can’t—”
“If you’re worried about those two idiots Franco has following you, they took a detour into the Starbucks around the corner. Knowing the way it takes forever to get through a drive-thru, we’ve got about three minutes before they catch back up. Get in the damn car, Kim.”
The grip she had on her messenger bag tightened. Kim glanced around the parking lot, shifting from one foot to the other like she couldn’t make up her mind. Gio didn’t have time for her inner battles.
“Either get in or step back, Tesoro.”
Kim’s gaze narrowed as she surveyed him under the car’s roof light. “Are you high? Because that’s the only reason I could use to explain why you’re asking me to get in your car right now.”
“Not yet, but I plan on getting that way fast,” Gio answered.
Honesty was the best policy, after all.
Gio shrugged, adding, “Thought you might know somewhere to party.”
“Me?” Kim asked, a little too innocently.
“Is that sweetness act supposed to work on me? You forget that I’m the guy who spent hours shacked up with you in a hotel room and very little of that time was spent with us wearing clothes.”
Kim’s didn’t blink a lash at his crude attitude. “This is a bad idea.”
“You’re not an angel, Kim. I’m not asking you to be one. I just want you to get in my car and do something fun. If you think about it, you kind of owe me.”
“Blackmail?”
“Tick, tock. How much time do you think you’ve got before Franco’s idiots come pulling into this lot and see you chatting with someone in a dark car? I’d be willing to bet when he hears that, you’ll be subjected to another one of his spiels like earlier.”
Kim’s jaw clenched. Yeah, Gio hit the mark with that one.
“Get in,” Gio demanded.
“Do something fun, huh?”
“That’s all. Get you away from whatever craziness he’s put inside your head for a night. When you say it’s done, it’s over. I’ll get you back here and no one will know a thing about it.”
“They can’t see me come back, Giovanni.”
“They won’t.”

Kim tossed her messenger bag into the car and climbed in without a single look back. 
Author Doris O'Connor Talks Under His Boss - @MamaD8 - #Erotic #MM @EvernightPub
Thanks for having my boys on your blog today. J
Well, I say my boys, but of course they aren’t, more’s the pity. No, from the minute James and George jumped into my head, they only had eyes for each other, and wouldn’t leave me be, until I’d told their story. In the process I fell hopelessly in love with them, and I hope readers will too.
Well, just look at them. I might have squealed a little in excitement when I got my cover. Yummy doesn’t begin to describe them, especially once you get to know them. James and George started out as a Friday flash on my blog.
I’ve lost count how many of those flashes have made it into a story now, and I always know which one will. It’s the ones where the picture really grabs me, and the words just pour out. The picture that sparked James and George’s story was this one.

You can read the original 100 words flash here.
Like I said those two stayed with me, and I knew I had to write their full story, and Under his Boss it is. It’s funny, and sad, and hot, of course, and as my hubby said to me after he read my first draft.
“Maaan, if I didn’t have you, I’d be jealous of their love story.”
*smiles*
After all… Love is a precious thing…





Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~

When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.

George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.

Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.

Excerpt:
“Happy New Year, boss.”
He put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.
“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”
George glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”
Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.
“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”
James winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.
“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”
James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass again.
“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”
George groaned and shook his head.
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.
His cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.
“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.
James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.
“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”
James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.
“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”

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About Doris:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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