RAHAB’S DOMINATION by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub @RavennaTate

RAHAB’S DOMINATION
Demons On Wheels MC 5
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BLURB

Liz Chavez loves her new job as a paralegal. For a woman who grew up in the foster care system, was abused, and had to scrape by for eleven years after graduating from high school to get to this point, she’s not about to let anyone or anything derail her plans of attending law school one day. And then she meets Rahab, the VP of the Demons on Wheels MC.

One night with Liz and Rahab’s world is turned upside down. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s driving her to and from work each day. When her apartment is vandalized, she moves into the club. He hasn’t had sex with any woman since the night he spent with her, but she’s not interested in him the same way.

What’s a biker supposed to do when the woman he has to possess, doesn’t want to belong to him?

 

EXCERPT

It was all Rahab could do to sit there and watch the set. His dick throbbed. His entire body was on fire. He stopped after four shots because that was his limit, and he’d be damned if any spot in his brain would be dulled from booze tonight. He wanted sharp, clear senses and staying power.

Kissing her had awoken the beast inside him, and nothing except fucking every hole of her lush, curvy body would tame it. If her mouth tasted that good, he could only imagine what her tits and pussy tasted like.

Was she wearing sexy underwear beneath that sharp, navy blue suit? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long once he got her up to his room. Before the second dancer of this set came on, Liz whispered in his ear she needed to use the bathroom.

He rose and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward the private bathrooms, rather than pointing her toward the public ones. While she was in there, he went into Donny’s office with the intention of retrieving her briefcase and coat, so he could put them up in his room for later.

When the door opened, he assumed it was one of his Brothers, and turned, ready to explain what was going on. But Liz stood there, her dark eyes shining with mischief and lust. “Are you trying to steal my coat and briefcase? What’s your name? I’m going to report you to the owners.”

“Rahab’s the name, ma’am, and I’m afraid you caught me red-handed.” His cock twitched painfully. A woman who loved to play along with jokes was fucking sexy as hell.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. Oh, fuck me sideways. “Should I call the police, or are you going to compensate me in some other way?”

If you only knew what I was picturing. “In what way should I compensate you, ma’am? Because I sure as fuck don’t want you to call the cops.”

A slow grin spread across her face as she sauntered toward him. “Gee, I don’t know. What skills do you have?”

Rahab couldn’t help chuckling. “Uh, I can eat out a pussy and make a woman come in thirty seconds flat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” He curled his hands into fists to keep from charging across the room and throwing her onto the table. His jaw went slack as she reached under that skirt and pulled off a pair of white, cotton panties. One question answered.

She glanced around the room, then laughed softly. “Why the hell not?”

Rahab nearly came in his jeans as she climbed onto the table and lay back, her hips close to the edge and her legs dangling over the side. She hiked up the skirt and spread her legs, revealing a glistening wet pussy with full lips. He groaned. There was no way to stop it.

“Pull up a chair and prove it,” she said.

“As you wish, ma’am.” Rahab pulled a chair over and placed it right in front of her pussy. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long inhale. There was nothing as powerful as the scent of a woman in lust.

He clamped his hands around her full upper thighs and licked up and down them, his head exploding with delight when she moaned loudly and grasped a fistful of his hair. “Oh my God!”

You haven’t felt anything yet, gorgeous.

 

 

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STONE by April Zyon @evernightpub @aprilzyon

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Stone

Silver Devils MC, 1

Written by: April Zyon

Published by: Evernight Publishing

All artwork by: Jay Aheer

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Blurb:

He’ll do anything to keep her safe…

The last thing that wedding planner Ava Charleston ever dreamed that she would do was run for her life, but here she is, running away from a pair of murderers and back toward a home she hadn’t been to in years.

Stone Mayhew is the president of the Silver Devils, a one percenter motorcycle club, so when a brother receives a call from his cousin Ava begging for help, Stone is one of the first ones there to help his friend.

The moment Stone meets Ava he knows that she is it for him, just like his daddy had told him would happen one day. Stone knows that he will do whatever it takes in order to ensure that Ava remains safe, but he doesn’t realize it will have to happen the second that they arrive back at the Club.

Misunderstandings lead to more danger, and that sends them all to chasing down trouble through the bayous of Louisiana. But once he finds Ava, Stone vows never to let her go again.

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Excerpt:

Stone Mayhew

When a friend asks you for help the only answer is yes, especially in an MC Club. Of course, I could have told Sarge no. That was one of the perks of being the president of the club, but the fact was that I was curious about this missing family member of Sarge’s, the one that was off limits for discussion. The one that Sarge had told me about one time when he had been too drunk to realize what he was saying. No one was that good. No one had that little malice in their bodies. I knew. I had thought at one time that I had found someone good in the woman that I had been fucking, but Cheryl had turned out to be a bitch. She thought that because I was a biker and my father had been president of the club that she would ride my dick up the ranks and never have to worry about anything.

Too bad for her that I had found out what a complete bitch she was when one of the old ladies had caught her fucking one of the pledges. Cheryl had gone off on the old lady, telling her that because she was fucking me that had her higher in the pecking order and if she didn’t want to cause trouble for her old man she would keep her mouth shut. Too bad for my ex that I had heard her and then saw her as she hit the woman.

Needless to say, the pledge was never found again, and the whore was put into the place she belonged. She was now a dick rider for anyone that wanted her. Sure, I had to see her and she still tried to get me to fall for her tricks, but I never would again. I was not stupid and wouldn’t fall for any bitch’s shit. No, I was not only Stone in name but also in my heart as well. I wasn’t going to blow Sarge’s viewpoint on his cousin, but I just hoped the woman didn’t turn out to be just as shitty as every other woman that I had met in my life.

Even with all of those thoughts rumbling in my mind I knew I couldn’t let Sarge ride alone. Charles, or Sarge as he was called in the club because he was my Sergeant-at-Arms, was as close to me as a brother. Charles and I had been thick as thieves for years, and I had met all of Charles’s family, even Ava’s mother, who actually had been a decent old lady, but I had never met this woman, Ava. So that was what had me on my bike with a dozen of my men and another half dozen pledges. It was time for us to show force and protect one of our own, even if it was a woman.

We met up with the woman in question along the road, and when I first saw her I had to admit I was taken aback. She didn’t look anything at all like Charles. She was fucking stunning. She had thick, long, midnight black hair that curled around her ass. Her eyes were a deep green, and her skin was lightly tanned. I could tell by looking at her that she had been running her hands through that glorious hair, and it made my dick hard. The thought of wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her from behind instantly popped into my mind, a thought I shouldn’t have about a brother’s family. And then she spoke. Hell, the woman’s voice was like angels singing, if I believed in such fucking things anymore.

“Charlie!” She called to Sarge and flung herself at him. For the first time in a long time, I felt like punching the man and had no idea why. This reaction was insane, and I didn’t understand it all. I could tell that the woman was surprised by the number of bikers that had surrounded her in the small turnoff that Sarge had told her to take, but she only moved closer to her cousin. “When you said gang, I thought you were kidding,” she whispered to her cousin, words that were caught by every man present.

I had enough and stood. Approaching Sarge and the woman, Ava, I said, “Well, we’re more like a brotherhood.” I offered my tattooed hand to her. “I’m Stone Mayhew, President of the Silver Devils, and you are now officially under our protection.”

I didn’t offer my protection lightly, but I did to her willingly, easily. When she placed her hand in mine the shock was immediate. I had heard my old man talking about this, heard the whispers from some of the older generation of men that were still there and married with old ladies. The ones that were faithful old bastards but still as badass today as they were back when they were taking turns on jobs. Her hand was soft, that was the second thing I noticed, and she looked me in the eyes, not something a lot of people did.

“Nice to meet you, Stone,” she said and then smiled up at me. She hugged me then, taking all of them by surprise. I heard a couple of my men slide their pieces from their holsters and Sarge’s immediate pissed off growl to those men.

“Holster your fucking weapons. She’s just a goddamn hugger, you idiots.” Leave it to Sarge to put a name to what the woman was doing. When she pulled back she looked shocked however.

“You have guns and knives on you.” She had looked up at me as she asked me that question and quickly raced back to her cousin, and the relative safety she thought she had there. If only she knew just how deadly her cousin was.

“Yes, we all have weapons on us, Kitten. We aren’t a damn knitting club. We are an MC club, and we’re a one percenter club at that. That means that we take no fucking shit from anyone, which is why Sarge told you to get your sweet ass down here double time.” I knew I was being a dick, but I had to put distance between myself and the woman because I wanted her, in a big way.

I watched her bristle under the use of the name Kitten and smiled when she volleyed back with her next words, “Well, how was I to know that you didn’t belong to a knitting club? You look like you could do a double stitch with the best of them. After all, I’m assuming that those vests aren’t picked up at Wal-Mart, so someone has to have some kind of talent.”

Well, good for her, she could stand up for herself. Her words had me fighting a smile, but Sarge just snickered, damn him.

“That’s what the pledges are for.” Sarge waved to a couple of the men and then told her, “This is Kenny and Baxter. They’re going to take your SUV, cuz, and I’m taking you.” He wrapped a protective arm around her and hugged her to his side, giving me a hard look. “Unless that’s an issue?”

“Nope, not with me,” I said and held up his hands and went back to my bike. There was an issue, the fact that I wanted to have her riding behind me and not behind Sarge. “Let’s get moving. I’m sending Tuba, Vax, and Bird to her place in New York. Kitten, pass your house keys over to the boys so that they can pack your shit and put it in a moving van to head out when the pledges get there.”

“My name is Ava. Please don’t call me Kitten again? I dislike that from people that don’t even know me, yet.”

Oh, I would use it all right, but when I did I would be balls deep inside of her little pussy. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to go there again. I shouldn’t be thinking about my friend’s family like that.

“Sarge.” I warned my friend to get her in line, hoping he would.

“Okay, cuz, let’s get on my bike and get moving. Thanks, Prez,” Sarge said to me and nodded once as they walked past me to Sarge’s bike. It was comical watching Sarge trying to help her onto the back of his bike, but once she was up there she looked like she was born to ride bitch on the back of a bike. God dammit, the woman was giving me blue balls and killing me with just how good she looked. I kicked my bike’s kickstand. Once I got on it and we all got moving, I was able to watch her as she rode behind her cousin. At first, she was tentative and clung to Sarge’s middle, the lucky fuck, but then she let go and had her hands out with a gleeful laugh that made me ache to be the one to introduce her to riding.

Fuck, this was not going to work. I didn’t know what it was about the woman, but I was drawn to her, far too much.

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X-MAS SPOUSE SWAP by H. K. Carlton @AuthorHKCarlton

Xmas Spouse Swap

by

H K Carlton

Coming... 1218 (1)

 

Published By: eXtasy Books
Word Count: 18,875
Publication Date: December 18, 2017
Genre: holiday/seasonal, erotica, spouse swapping
Heat Level: 4 flames

 

Thank you so much for hosting today. I’d like to wish you and your readers a Happy Holiday filled with all the Blessings of the Season.

Today, I’ve brought along, twins Siri and Iris, who decide to give their husbands the ultimate gift — a festive spouse swap.

If you decide to give this story a read and you enjoy it—and I hope you do—you might be interested to know, I’m working on a sequel.

Blurb:

33-XmasSpousSwap6x9Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level…

Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters Iris and Siri Beaulieu vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.

Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present by switching identities.

And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap the husbands will never forget.

Although it’s been done, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas to you!

 

 

Excerpt:

“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.”

“Not like that, I don’t.”

“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.”

“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied.

“Pfff.”

“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit.

“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said.

“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.”

“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this… this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.

Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers.

Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat.

Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one.

Siri swirled her wine around her glass and grinned. “Interested in swapping now, sista-mine?”

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About the Author:

200xHKBOOKS2H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

 

 

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Merry Christmas

THE BEAUTY OF FOREVER by Elyzabeth M. Valey @evernightpub @ElyzabethVaLey

 
A Christmas Realm
Tale, 1
 
Once dead, always dead.  

Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place
on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a
shadow among the living. 

Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a
human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head,
Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something
within him begins to stir. 
 

Life is a gift in which every moment counts.  

When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she
expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires.
Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted
to him. 

Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for
Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?

 

 

 

 
Excerpt:
“That went well with Jacobs, right?” she blurted,
searching for a distraction.
 
Christopher looked at her. The intensity in his gaze
threw her back and her knees weakened.
 
“Yes,” he replied. “You were fantastic. I can see now why
Santa hired you.” His mouth thinned. “Jacobs was practically salivating after
you.”
 
Samantha blinked, surprised by the ferocity in his tone.
“I don’t know him as well as you do, but from what he spoke, he seemed devoted
to his wife.”
 
“It’s not what I saw.”
 
She smiled, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice
and the way it curled in her belly, heating her from the inside out.
 
“Is that why you were glaring at him while we were
working?” she joked.
 
“I wasn’t glaring. I was simply—” Christopher raked his
gaze over her. “Watching.”
 
Samantha shivered. She lifted her chin. “And did you
observe anything of interest?”
 
Christopher slid his arms to the height of her elbows. He
didn’t touch her, but the hairs on her body rose. Nerve ends tingled.
Christopher leaned in. “Absolutely.”
 
“Mind sharing?”
 
What was she asking? She knew full well they weren’t
talking about work anymore, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body had taken
over her mind and all it wanted was for Christopher to come closer. She craved
to see him bring out his humanity in the most carnal way possible.
 
“I’m not sure you’re ready.”
 
“Try me.”
 
Christopher grinned. His gaze held a warning which she
should have heeded because the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was
lost. Burying his hand into her hair, he slanted his head and dove into her mouth.
Like a flower urgently seeking sunshine, she opened up to him. His groan
reverberated through her and she arched against him. His minty taste swept over
her, taking her by surprise. Holding her firmly, he devoured her like a man
starved of nourishment. Each stroke of his tongue drew her further away from
reality, into a bubble where only they existed. Desperate to find something to
hold on to, to keep her grounded, Samantha fisted his shirt.
 
It didn’t help. The world vanished, leaving only him
behind. His essence. His strength. The heat of his passion, which she
frantically desired.
 
The train lurched to a stop and they stumbled, breaking
apart. Gasping for air, Samantha stared at Christopher. His eyes had deepened
to an indigo blue and he had a wildness to him that spoke of danger and
unyielding hunger. For her? She swallowed. She had to stop this now. Before it
got too far. It was one thing to flirt with him so he would smile, and another
one entirely different to kiss on a train full of people.
 
“Christopher—”
 
People shoved their way out of the wagon, drawing them
close again. Christopher wrapped her in his arms. His scent flooded her and for
an instant, she shut her eyes and pretended the sound against her ear wasn’t
her own heart thrashing, but his, beating.
 
But it wasn’t. The knowledge chilled her to the bones.
Christopher wasn’t really alive. He spoke and he moved but his heart was dead.
How did he even exist?
 
The piercing whistle of the shutting doors signaled the
train’s departure. Christopher tilted her chin.
 
“Are you all right?”
 
Samantha sucked in her cheeks.
 
“Christopher, we can’t do this,” she said.
 
“By this, I imagine you’re talking about the kiss?
 
She nodded.
 
“Why not, Samantha?”
 
He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a
tingling trail which echoed in other parts of her body. Damn it all if she
didn’t want to nip his finger and tease him. She yearned to kiss him again, to
feel his unpredictable heat against her.
 
“I don’t see the problem. We’re both adults and we’re
attracted to each other,” he continued.
 
You’re not alive.
 
“We need to work together. Things could get complicated,”
she said instead.
 
Christopher cupped her cheek. His eyes narrowed and he
set his jaw. “Complicated?”
 
“We work together,” she repeated.
 
Wanting you scares me. It’s unnatural.
 
Christopher raised his eyebrows.
 
“I see.” He disentangled himself from her. Samantha
shivered and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Christopher
smirked. He knew.
 
“I’ll respect your wishes, Samantha. For now. But, just
remember, doll, I’m an animal of prey. What I want, I hunt down and get. I’ve
lived long enough to know I want you, 
Samantha, and a night of hot, passionate
sex won’t make things, as you put it, complicated.” The train started to slow
again. Their stop was next. Christopher leaned in. “Sooner or later, doll, I
will have you.” 
~~~~~~~~~

 
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
 

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy
romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.


When she’s not writing, she can be
found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles,
or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 
 

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HIDDEN MAGIC by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

Thank you for hosting me with new release MM romance Hidden Magic.

I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.

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Blurb:

Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.

There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

 

Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes

*Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages

 

On launch special at Evernight Publishing!

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/

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Read a Teaser…

“I should get home.” Owain closed the trunk and walked with Rowan to the cottage.

Rowan led the way down the hall and into the dining room where he placed the box he carried on a long table. “Why, Owain? Is someone there waiting for you? Do you have a boyfriend?” His cock still strained against his jeans, and he ached to hold Owain close. It was as if he’d already become addicted to the gorgeous man who glanced at him with his sexy dark eyes.

Without answering, Owain carefully placed the box of mistletoe on the table.

Rowan gazed at Owain. He had to know right then if this man was available. “Tell me.”

Owain’s eyes filled with what looked to Rowan like pleasure and amusement—a strange mix of emotions.

Rowan smiled, happier. “Please.”

“I have no one waiting for me. I don’t have a boyfriend, lover, or partner. I have somewhere to be, though. There’s always a family gathering for Yule. People come from across the country. I always help plan it.” He smiled and touched Rowan’s arm. “We could meet tomorrow.”

The smile and suggestion sent waves of happiness over Rowan. “I’ll come out to the car with you. We’ll make arrangements.” He followed Owain to the driver’s side of the SUV.

Owain leaned against the door and held out his arms.

Rowan’s heart leapt as he saw the gesture. There was no one to see, and he surged into Owain’s arms, pushing his cock on Owain’s hard body. “You’ll never know how welcome this is, to press against you, to have you hold me. Owain, I want you so badly. I can’t believe it.” He murmured the words a breath away from Owain’s lips—then Owain kissed him. It was like falling into a soft, sexual haze that lifted him from his feet. His eyes closed, heavy with lust, and he grabbed Owain’s hips to thrust his lower body along Owain’s until with a groan he contacted the hard column of Owain’s cock. “You want me, too.”

Owain left his mouth as Rowan broke the kiss to breathe and speak. He nuzzled one of Rowan’s ears and whispered. “I’m fucking desperate.”

Rowan pushed his hand between them and pressed his palm on the shape of Owain’s erection.

“I wish there was somewhere to go now. I wish I could open your pants and suck the cum from you. I’m so hard my cock’s aching.”

Owain gently put him at arm’s length. “I’m the same, but I must go now. I work at the reindeer farm, that’s my place. In my jacket pocket there’s a business card. Come to see me any time tomorrow. I’ll show you around.” He brought out the card he’d referred to and held it out to Rowan.

Rowan took it. “I will.” He gazed at Owain. “I never expected to meet you.”

Owain leaned to his face and placed a soft, quick kiss on his mouth. “I’m glad you did.”

 

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SILENT KNIGHT / SLEEPLESS KNIGHT by Gale Stanley @GaleStanley

Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight by Gale Stanley

 

Cover art: Bryan Keller

Genres: Gay Romance, Multiple Partners, Holiday

Length: Box Set

Page Count: 145

 

Publisher’s Note: Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet) contains the previously published novellas Silent Knight and Sleepless Knight.

 

Silent Knight

Paul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his boss, but when his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. Rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco he visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince Paul that you can’t go home again.

Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woods, a chance meeting with a hunter is his only option for survival. Paul knows the type, a backwoods bigot just like the men he grew up with, but what choice does he have? A few days with the hunter convinces Paul there’s more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?

 

Sleepless Knight

Andy and Paul are totally committed to each other, but when the two-year itch infects their relationship, Paul becomes distant and refuses to talk about it. Andy arranges a much needed vacation, but on the way home they pick up a hitchhiker who’s willing to trade sex for a roof over his head. Andy will do anything to make Paul happy, even if it means bringing another man into their bed. But is a threesome really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?

 

Excerpt:

Andy studied his houseguest. Under different circumstances, Paul’s features would be extremely appealing, but right now, his high cheekbones were an unhealthy shade of pale, and his sensual lips were blue. He hoped Paul would accept his help. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.”

“I usually get dinner first,” Paul mumbled.

Paul’s attempt at humor was a good sign. Andy chuckled. “I’ll give you something to nibble on later, city boy.”

Andy helped his unexpected guest to the sleeping alcove. It was only across the room, but Paul leaned heavily on Andy, and by the time he sat on the bed, sweat beaded on Paul’s forehead. The man was obviously exhausted, but he tried to push Andy away when he attempted to undress Paul.

“Come on, city boy. You need to warm up.”

“I’m good.” Paul’s sentence ended with a shiver.

“You’re not good. You’re hypothermic and maybe frostbitten. Let me take your clothes off, and maybe we’ll save a few body parts.”

Andy’s harsh words must have gotten through to Paul. He stopped protesting and allowed Andy to undress him. When only Paul’s boxers remained, Andy surveyed his body with a clinical eye. There were no disturbing signs of frostbite. He just needed to rest and warm up. Paul might be cold, but he was also incredibly hot. Andy couldn’t help checking out his houseguest’s perfect golden tan. Obviously, the man was from a warmer locale. And Paul’s lean, muscular body, sprinkled with light brown hair, shouted gym rat. When Paul lay down on his back, Andy was surprised to see an erection escaping Paul’s boxers. He reached for the waistband to pull the shorts off.

Paul rose on his elbows and swore under his breath. “See anything you like?”

 

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

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SECOND GO-ROUND by Lynn Burke @evernightpub

NEW FROM LYNN BURKE!
Second Go-Round
Elite Escorts #2
Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

 

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

 

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

 

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

 

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

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Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.
 
“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.
 
I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.
 
“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” 
 
“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.
 
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.
 
“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.
 
“Comfy enough.”
 
Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.
“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.
 
My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.
 
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.
 
“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.
 
He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.
 
My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”
 
Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”
 
“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. 
 
Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. 
 
I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
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About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. 
 
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