NICKY by Lynn Burke @evernightpub @AuthorLynnBurke


Nicky
Fallen Gliders #1

 

 

 

Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

 

Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December

 

 

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

 

Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?

 Excerpt:
 
We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”

His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”



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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.

ROCKY by Harley Wylde @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

 

ROCKY (Dixie Reapers MC #3)

Written by Harley Wylde

Published by Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Silver Fox (older hero)

Blurb:

Mara: I was daddy’s little girl, until he didn’t come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can’t stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can’t have — me. I didn’t realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I’ve ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I’m too young. I’ll just have to prove him wrong.

Rocky: All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman — a woman I shouldn’t touch. I’m not only twenty years older than her, I’m part of the reason her dad never came home. I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I’m just not sure who’s going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I’m not ever going to let her go.

 

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EXCERPT:

“Coffee,” he said, although it came out more like a grunt.

I accepted the cup, the warmth of it seeping into my chilled fingers, and took a sip. Despite the bitter taste, I didn’t wince. I’d always been more of a caramel skinny latte kind of girl, but the hot coffee slid down my throat and began to warm me from the inside out. Rocky watched me a few minutes before walking off again, his boots thudding against the wood floors.

When the coffee was gone, I set the cup aside and tried to push myself to my feet. I groaned, and the room spun as I staggered upright. As everything began to tilt and I felt myself falling back to the floor, strong arms wrapped around me, drawing my body tight against my rescuer. Rocky’s hands splayed across my back, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so delicate. I was small in stature at just a hair over five feet, but I had more curves than most. Men had called me chunky most of my life. But with Rocky, I felt… feminine. Womanly. I felt…

The warmth that began to spread through me made me gasp and jerk my gaze to his face. Something hard and thick pressed against my belly. I might not be experienced, but even I couldn’t deny that Rocky seemed attracted to me. Or maybe he hadn’t had a woman in so long that just anyone would do. I saw his eyes flare a moment before he lifted me into his arms and began striding for the stairs.

I clung to him, not knowing where we were going, but suspecting it was his bedroom. I should tell him to return me to the fire, tell him I didn’t want this.

But you do, a voice whispered in my ear.

And I did. I’ve never found a man attractive before, not like this. But with Rocky’s arms holding me, I wanted to know what it would feel like to be pressed against him, skin to skin. I wanted to feel him slide inside me, claim me, and make me his. I wanted to feel that beard rub against my skin. I wanted… him. I briefly wondered what kind of woman that made me since I’d crashed down a damn mountain and now wanted to have sex with my hunky rescuer. Maybe I’d suffered head trauma.

The stairs ended at a large room with no door. The bed against the wall looked far bigger than a regular king-size, the covers rumpled. Rocky carried me across the room and eased me down onto the soft mattress, then pulled the covers up to my chin. He paused a moment before turning to the fireplace across the room. Wood was stacked nearby, and he began building a fire. Watching his muscular back and shoulders move was starting another kind of fire too. One I had never felt before. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache.

When the blaze was glowing brightly, Rocky rose to his feet and studied me. There was heat in his gaze, and I wondered if I was finally going to find out what it was like to have a man claim me. I’d held onto my virginity for so long, never had been tempted to lose it. Until now.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour. You should rest,” he said gruffly before turning and leaving me alone.

My jaw dropped at his retreating back, and when I heard the last of his steps carrying him down the stairs, I slumped against his pillows and drew in a deep breath. My eyes closed as his scent surrounded me. Something woodsy and full of spice. Curling onto my side, I buried my face in his pillow and just breathed him in. Whoever the strange man was who had pulled me from the car, it was obvious he wasn’t going to take advantage. And for some reason, that disappointed me.

“Stupid woman,” I muttered. I felt the tingle between my legs and moaned. “And stupid hormones.”

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Short. Erotic. Sweet.

Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

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RAHAB’S DOMINATION by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub @RavennaTate

RAHAB’S DOMINATION
Demons On Wheels MC 5
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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.

 

 

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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PHENEX’S RETRIBUTION by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub @RavennaTate

PHENEX’S RETRIBUTION
Demons On Wheels MC 4
 

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They don’t call her Wonder Tongue for nothing, but Meghan Sanders longs to be more than a sweetbutt, cook, and bartender at Scotty’s Place – the posh strip club the Demons on Wheels MC owns. She wants Phenex. She’s held that secret in her heart, never daring to wonder if he felt the same way. Because if he knew her past, why would he want her?

Phenex, the Demons on Wheels MC Road Captain, finds it difficult to get close to anyone. A tragic event in his childhood keeps him emotionally closed and distant. When he accidentally uncovers something hidden in Meghan’s past, a stronger bond than great sex begins to form. He’s had a thing for this extraordinary woman for two years, but she doesn’t know that.

Can these two heal old wounds that hold their hearts captive, and find love with one another? Or is it too late?

 

EXCERPT

They didn’t call her Wonder Tongue for nothing. But before he enjoyed one of her fantastic blowjobs, Phenex wanted to make her come. Hard. That asshole tonight hitting her had pissed him off something fierce. Not only was she the kindest sweetbutt here, but she was one hell of a cook and bartender.

At twenty-seven years old, she was more mature than most of the people who lived here, even those older than she was. Phenex liked that about her. He could hold an intelligent conversation with her, and she wasn’t catty or gossipy like most of the other women.

She reached for his jeans again after he released her mouth, but he stopped her once more, this time grabbing both wrists. “Later. You first.”

“Oh my. What’s the occasion?” She laughed, and he did, too.

It was an old joke between them, dating back to the first time she’d given him a blowjob. He’d been so out of his fucking mind with lust, he’d lain there after she finished, watching her play with herself, for a good ten minutes before his fucking brain woke up and he finished the job for her with his mouth. Ever since then, they joked about him not only going first, but almost letting her do herself that night.

Not this time. He brushed his hands over her breasts. She wore a tank top and shorts, which was what most of them wore when they weren’t working or dancing. And no bra, despite her nice, big tits. He certainly didn’t mind that. He also didn’t mind her lush, curvy body.

Phenex liked real women, and Meghan was as lush as they came, in his opinion. She didn’t talk about her weight like some of them did, and that fact made her sexier. She was confident, and didn’t give a shit that she wasn’t rail thin. She was the most gorgeous, perfect woman he’d ever seen.

He ran his hands through her curly, red hair. “I love this color. Have I told you that?”

She laughed again. “Yes. Many times.” She planted tiny kisses up and down his neck, sending shivers down his spine. This woman went beyond making him hard. She touched his soul. They had a connection as friends that Phenex had never felt with any of the other sweetbutts or dancers. And when she turned those green eyes in his direction, Phenex’s heart thumped like a teen who has just had his first glimpse of a real woman.

Phenex pulled off her tank top so he could bite her nipples. He loved her tits, and she loved having them squeezed, licked, sucked, and bitten. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his hair, which sent fresh desire racing through him. He circled each taut peak with his tongue before going in for another quick nibble.

The mounds of flesh in his hands had given his cock hours of delight in the past, but he wanted to fuck that incredible mouth tonight. He kissed her again, working his tongue over hers. That tongue had driven them all insane with fucking lust. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed her lush body against his, breaking down his resolve to take his time.

How the fuck could he help it? She was the sexiest woman he’d ever fucked, and he’d certainly had his fair share. Phenex released her mouth so his brain cells would synapse again, and pulled off her shorts. She waxed her pussy, which drove him fucking over the edge with the need to posses it. It was so goddamn sexy, and the tiny ladybug tattoo on the inside of her upper left thigh added to the allure.

He pushed her onto her back and swiveled her hips toward the edge of the bed. After kneeling between her legs, he licked the juices off her labia. “You always taste so fucking good.”

“That feels wonderful.” She grasped fistfuls of his hair again, pulling his face closer, but Phenex didn’t mind. He loved eating pussy almost as much as he loved having his cock sucked.

When he slid two fingers into her wet hole, she arched her hips and cried out. “How close are you, Wonder Tongue?”

“Pretty damn close, but don’t let that stop you from giving it your full attention.”

He laughed. “Oh, I won’t.” Phenex’s dick was so fucking hard now it was painful, but that only added to the fun. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, coaxing the orgasm from her.

After watching the skin on her labia turn dark for a few seconds, he spread her folds with the other hand and lapped at her swollen clit, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue, until her moans were continuous and loud. When tiny contractions inside her pussy fluttered against his fingers, he sucked her clit, hard.

MASTEMA’S OBSESSION by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub @RavennaTate

MASTEMA’S OBSESSION
Demons On Wheels MC 3
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Kayla Romanowski is having trouble adjusting to life as a dancer in Scotty’s Place, the posh strip club that the Demons on Wheels MC owns and operates. She hadn’t really expected to be assigned domestic duties, even though it was a clear expectation when she was hired As a result, her days involve resentment and dubious glances from the other women.

All that changes when she finally allows Mastema, the club’s Secretary, into her bed. Kayla is gun shy from her past experience at other clubs, but there’s something about Mastema she finds irresistible and trustworthy. He also helps her put everything in perspective, including her extra duties and their importance to the running of the club.

As she and Mastema grow closer, she opens up about her life, and discovers he’s harboring a secret of his own. Can they let go of their pasts and embrace their future together?

 

 

EXCERPT

“You want me to tie you up, we’ll use something else.” Mastema released her, and Kayla’s heart pounded as excitement coursed through her. He glanced around, finally dropping his gaze to her breasts.

“This will do.” She gasped as he pulled off her tank top. She hadn’t bothered with a bra today. The sexy grin that spread over his face as he eyed her boobs sent a gush of wetness to her pussy.

What a rollercoaster ride of emotions this day had been! But she was exactly where she wanted to be right now. With Mastema, his muscles, those incredible blue eyes, and the cock inside his pants that was surely hard as a rock. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her once more.

He grasped her breasts and teased them with his teeth and tongue. “You want to be tied up again? You want me to fuck you while you can’t get away from me?”

Kayla moaned loudly as fresh arousal assaulted her senses at those words. “Yes!”

Gasping again as he picked her up, she tried to keep breathing when he carried her toward the pole in the corner.

“I hope you’re not making that sound because you’re about to tell me again you can’t believe I carried you someplace.” He placed her on her feet, facing the pole. “Bend over.”

She had gasped for that reason, but not because of her body image. “No. It’s because you’re very strong and I find that incredibly sexy.”

“I find your body incredibly sexy.” He tied her tank top around her wrists. “Keep your hands on the pole so you don’t slide, and bend over a bit more.”

Once she did as he asked, he pulled down her shorts and helped her step out of them. She moaned again as he molded his body against hers. Even though he was still dressed, it was so damn arousing. And, she could easily get the tank top off her wrists if need be, but she loved the idea of pretending she was his prisoner once more.

“Kayla…” He reached around and grasped her breasts, kneading them until she was ready to scream in frustration. “Maybe I should go and get more condoms and the lube after all?”

One hand moved to her clit, rubbing it slowly. Her pussy was so wet that her labia made noises as he massaged her. “On the other hand, I love teasing you this way.”

Except she was so ready to come it was insane. “Please!”

He moved to the side and slid his other hand around to her ass, pushing one finger into her asshole. While he finger-fucked her ass, he continued to caress her clit with his other hand. “Please what?”

“Oh, God! Please fuck me!”

“You’re so fucking wet already.”

“How can I help that?”

“I love it.” He removed his fingers and pulled down the zipper on his jeans, taking out his dick. “But we’re going to make this last, Bedroom Eyes. You will come when I’m ready to let you come.”

Mastema moved next to her face and turned it toward his cock. She licked her lips at the sight of it, red and swollen, with tiny beads of pre-cum already dotting the tip. “Open your mouth.”

Kayla didn’t even hesitate. He shoved his dick inside, holding her head still as he slid it in and out, so damn slowly it drove her wild with need. She curled her lips around her teeth and relaxed her throat muscles.

“Oh, yes! That’s fucking exquisite. You can’t get away from me. God, Kayla. You should see how fucking sexy you look right now. Bent over and tied to this pole. I’m going to ask Gorgon to put a second one next to it so I can tie you up between them, spread-eagled, and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

That image sent tiny contractions to her clit, which throbbed now from the need for release. He fucked her mouth harder. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat with each thrust. Kayla flexed her Kegel muscles and tried to make herself come as hot desire spread through her.

But before she could bring herself to orgasm, he withdrew from her mouth and kissed her, hard and rough. “I will never get enough of you.”

“Same here.” She could hardly breathe, let alone form a sentence. Mastema trailed his dick over her face, lightly slapping her skin with it, before moving to her breasts to do the same to her nipples.
He alternated that with grasping them, rolling her taut peaks between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved. The effect sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her clit, until she was poised right on the edge of a climax.

“I can’t stand it any longer. Please let me come!”

“No fucking way.” He grabbed her head and shoved his cock back inside her mouth. “I’m having too much fun teasing you.”

 

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GORGON’S VENGEANCE by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub

GORGON’S VENGEANCE
Demons On Wheels MC 2
 

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Chloe Dolan’s life is perfect. She’s the MC President’s old lady, she loves to dance at Scotty’s Place—the strip club the MC owns and operates, and she and Gorgon are deeply in love. But Chloe’s perfect life falls apart one night after her last set when she spots her abusive ex-boyfriend, Brad, in the crowd. He’s been gone a year, but now it appears he’s back to stay.

As Gorgon and the MC Brothers deal with the fallout from a turf war, they have their hands full from the Outlaw Dogs MC. In the meantime, Brad is stalking Chloe. He’s sending notes to the club, and every time Chloe goes into town, she spots him. Eventually, Chloe is reduced to hiding inside the club.

When the power goes out during a tornado warning, Brad breaks into the club. Can Gorgon save the only woman he’s ever loved?

 

EXCERPT

Chloe never ceased to be amazed that she could become so aroused, so quickly, whenever Gorgon was near her. All he had to do was look into her eyes, or call her “Chloe” instead of her stage name.

His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with lust and love. Chloe licked her lips and brushed one hand down his back, over his ass, and around the front of his jeans to massage his bulge through the fabric. “I don’t want to think about scary things anymore tonight.”

Gorgon grunted, cupped her face, and bent his head for a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing away the demons in her mind. Gone were the horrible memories of what Brad had put her through, and the shock of seeing him tonight. Instead, Chloe let go and welcomed the heady sensation of being taken by the man she loved.

He moved his mouth to her neck, planting tiny bites there. “Get your clothes off, baby. I need to fuck you now.”

Chloe peeled off her tank top and shorts, tossing them across the room. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them together in his strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

It had taken her weeks after arriving here to stop trembling in his presence. His dark hair, so soft to the touch, hung down to his shoulders when he didn’t have it tied back. The hairstyle gave him an unruly, lawless appearance that had both excited and frightened her at first.

“I’m gonna explode, baby. On your knees. Take out my dick.”

Her pussy was soaking wet. She loved it when Gorgon spoke to her this way, because she knew how much he loved her. It wasn’t rude or abusive in her mind. This was just his way. He’d lie down in front of a train for her. When he commanded her like this, it turned her on something fierce because there was love and devotion behind it, not fear or oppression.

Chloe dropped to her knees and rubbed her chin over his bulge, teasing him. He grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “Chloe, dammit … I’m fucking dying here.”

She undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He never wore underwear, so she took care not to catch anything as she eased the jeans down his rock-hard thighs. His cock was red, swollen, and already slick with pre-cum. “You’ve missed me, Billy, haven’t you?”

“Baby, I always miss you. Suck me hard. Swallow my cum.”

Chloe slid her tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the contrast between the veins and the satiny skin. Gorgon moaned loudly, tugging on her hair to move her closer. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”

She knew, but the power it gave her to hold back was as much of a rush as the actual act. Chloe licked his balls before swirling her tongue over his shaft again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned loudly and pushed his dick all the way inside.

After relaxing her throat muscles, she curled her lips around her teeth and let him fuck her with the entire length. Chloe massaged his balls with one hand and teased the soft skin between his sac and upper thighs with the other. She always gave her man what he liked.

Her hair hurt from him pulling on it so hard, and her mouth was sore, but she didn’t mind. This domination was what she loved. Because when it was over, he’d hold her all night and caress her skin, telling her over and over how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. Things he’d never say unless they were alone. Words he spoke only to her, intimacies shared only between them.

TRANSCENDING FIRE by Casey Moss @evernightpub @CRMoss

Please welcome author Casey Moss to my blog with her newest release Transcending Fire!

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Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!
A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

 

 

 

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 Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.
 Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
 After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

 

 

 

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A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.
Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?
Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.
He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.
Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.
Seems she doesn’t mind.
Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.
She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”
The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.
Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

 

 

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Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

 

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TANNIN’S THUNDERBOLT by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub

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Demons On Wheels MC 1
 

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When Raiyana Parente learns a Mob boss wants her dead for refusing to become his business partner, she runs. No clear plan in sight, she ends up in the parking lot of Scotty’s Place, a posh strip club in Creek Ridge, Ohio, believing the tall, muscled biker in jeans and dirty boots is the man sent to kill her. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Sterling Tanner, known to his Demons on Wheels MC Brothers as Tannin, is hit by the thunderbolt the moment he looks into Rai’s dark eyes. But the trouble she brings with her isn’t something the MC needs. Still, what’s a man to do when the woman he has to have, no matter what, shows up?

As their rough and dirty sexual relationship burns up the sheets, Tannin must find a way to keep Rai safe. But can he win her heart as well?

 

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“Oh fuck me sideways. I love big tits.”

A loud of cry pleasure accompanied him fastening his mouth first on one nipple, then the other. He squeezed them together and tortured her with his teeth and tongue, passing both across her nipples. “You taste so fucking good.”

No one had ever played with her breasts this way, so rough yet tender at the same time. He squeezed the mounds in strong hands, and each time he licked or gently bit her nipples, her clit throbbed. Rai grasped his hair, pushing his face closer to them.

“I want to fuck these. I want to come on them.”

“Yes. Yes, fuck my tits.” Fuck all of me!

He pushed her backward until her knees touched the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin that sent more shivers down her spine, Tannin shoved her once more and she fell onto the bed. No one had ever done that, either, and it was more arousing than she’d have believed possible.

“Stay like that with your feet on the floor.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a thick, red cock that forced a loud moan from her. Her pussy was soaked now.

Tannin tore off his boots and socks, and in an effort to get his jeans off, he nearly fell over. Rai couldn’t stop staring at his legs. Dusted with dark hair, they featured an impressive array of tats and muscles that held her spellbound. She’d never seen such a gorgeous man.

“Lady, you are fucking delicious. I love your curvy body. I’m going to fuck your tits. I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Yes! She wanted that. All of it. “Yes, Tannin. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me everywhere.”

He straddled her, shoving his cock between her breasts. “Push your titties together.”

This was a first. She squeezed them against his cock as hard as she could. He grunted a few times as he thrust, before moving off her. “Spread your legs.” Rai did as he commanded, mesmerized by this rough, powerful man. He dropped to his knees and grasped her breasts again, licking the nipples, the sides, and underneath until his saliva had coated them.

When he’d settled his dick between them a second time, and after she’d once more pushed them together, this time when he thrust, his cock slid easily against her naked flesh.

“Oh, yes. That’s it. Oh fuck, that feels so damn good.”

Rai was mesmerized by the sight of his big dick thrusting between her breasts. Each pass brought the tip closer to her chin. Veins stood out on his neck. When his thrusts grew quick and jerky, she tensed, unsure what to expect. This was so arousing. Quirky, but very sexy.

Seconds after he cried out, hot cum splashed her chin and neck. She lifted her head higher and caught some on her lips. When she licked them, enjoying the salty taste, he moaned loudly and began to thrust again.

“God! You are so fucking sexy. Open your mouth.”

As soon as she did, Tannin lifted up, pulling his swollen cock from between her breasts to hold it, poised right at her lips. He milked the shaft with one hand, groaning loudly, while more tasty cum squirted into her mouth. With his other hand, he grasped her hair and forced her head closer to him.

The gesture was so dominant that Rai’s pussy fluttered in tiny contractions, especially once he shoved his dick into her mouth and finished coming inside it. She swallowed his cum, moaning softly as goosebumps broke out over her entire body. She’d never been taken like this, and never would have imagined how much she’d love it. But she wanted more. So much more.

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POSSESSED BY HIM by Jacey Holbrand @evernightpub @JaceyHolbrand

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to announce that I finally have another story out! It’s called Possessed by Him and is the first book in a new series: Helldorado Mongrels MC. But first a little about me…

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This story is the first book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’ve been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book one, Possessed by Him, two human brothers are returning to the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Cameron, one of the heroes of this story, also can’t stop thinking of a man who’s been invading his dreams for years since the incident and is surprised when he comes face to face with him in the flesh.

Cameron and dream man, Gabe, are hitting it off and the trip is going pretty well until Cameron is kidnapped by a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.

Want to know what happens when Cameron finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*

 

 

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Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally.

Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting Cameron in mortal danger again.

While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe.

Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, language, violence

 

 

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He ran his hands up Cameron’s smooth chest, tracing the dips and curves of his muscles. When Gabe latched onto one of Cameron’s hard nubs, Cameron sucked in a stream of air. Putting his lips on Cameron’s body was like heaven and hell. Heaven because it’d been ages since he tasted and touched his other half in the flesh. Hell because all he wanted to do was bite him and make him his for as long as their lives would last.

More heat raced through Gabe’s veins and down into his cock, making it rock hard. He gazed straight into Cameron’s blue-gray eyes. “God, I want you, Cameron. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“With pleasure.”

Cameron dropped to his knees in front of him, reached out and yanked his jeans down and off his body.

“Spread your legs, Gabe.”

He did as Cameron requested. His cock protruded from his body, bobbing to and fro as he settled into a shoulder-width stance. Staring down upon him as Cameron positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls, Gabe tilted his head back, loving the way Cameron took command of his body, his senses. The deep blue sky fell from sight as did the rest of the mountain’s view. Gabe closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Cameron’s moist, warm mouth on his shaft.

“You’re incredible.” He stroked Cameron’s head.

Cameron licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semi-closed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him. “So are you. This cock?” He lapped the bead of pre-cum that’d beaded on the tip. “Amazing.” He dipped down once more to Gabe’s crotch, taking his whole cock into his mouth.

Lusty pleasure flooded Gabe, making him ravenous for the man who moved to suck his balls. “Cameron, I want to taste you.” He tugged at him to have him stand, but Cameron wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Cameron drew his tongue along Gabe’s cock.

Gabe sucked in a thin stream of air. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the blow job felt, the wet mouth against his silky shaft. It’d been ages since he last had his mate in the flesh and experienced such intimacy with him. Though fucking Cameron’s mouth wasn’t like being balls deep in his ass. He wanted to howl at the sky with happiness.

Yet, the truth about his shifting capability and immortality hung heavy over his head. He pondered if what they were doing constituted their relationship solidifying. Probably not. Which meant it still wasn’t time to tell Cameron everything. But then, if he waited too long, Cameron might not like that either. Cameron could accuse him of being secretive. He released a big sigh.

Cameron slurped off his length. “You okay, Gabe?”

“Yeah.” He paused and glanced down at the man kneeling before him. Perhaps it would be best to just lay everything out at the start and see what happens. “Actually, there is something important I need to explain to you before our relationship develops further.”

Cameron stood and brushed the dirt off his knees. “All right. Should I be concerned?”

“No. I don’t believe so. Just some family history and—”

Rocks tumbling along the ground and off the cliff several feet away snatched Gabe’s focus. He sniffed the air. No scents that he could determine. That didn’t mean anything though since anti-scent repellants were in use by the Helldorado Mongrels.

 

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Jacey