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Thursday, July 18, 2013

FAVORED DRAGON'S RELEASE by D. Renee Bagby

FAVORED DRAGON'S RELEASE by  D. Renee Bagby

Hidden By Dragons Book One

He wants her for his bride to end the dragons’ curse but his love for her is ruining his plans.

In the aftermath of a senseless war that claimed many lives, the gods have punished the dragons for causing the conflict. The next generation will not hatch until Prince Shurik finds a human female willing to put aside generations of animosity to become his bride.

Yolette goes to sleep on the side of a mountain, the odd woman out on a couples' camping trip, and awakes in a field outside the home of a dragon. Transported to an unknown world very different from her own, she must depend on Shurik for shelter and guidance.

Shurik doesn't anticipate his growing feelings for Yolette, making the task of proposing that much harder. Danger looms from those who want the punishment ended and from those who want it to continue until the last dragon is gone. Shurik must decide whether he will save his people or his love and pray to the gods his choice is the right one.

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~Excerpt~

“You mentioned food. All this philosophizing is making me hungry.”

“Rather than having me guess, what would you like?”

“Bread.”

Shurik laughed.

“Did I say something funny?”

“You are so enthusiastic.”

She mumbled, “It was good.”

He walked back to the spot where they had entered and reached toward the darkness. Yolette wasn’t sure what he was doing until he pulled out a large platter and a cup. He returned to the water’s edge where he placed the platter and the cup on the ground. In the middle of the platter was a loaf of sliced bread. Around the bread were meats and cheeses and small pots of what looked like jellies.

Shurik gestured to the food.

Yolette wasn’t sure where to start. She grabbed a piece of bread, tore off a chunk, and reached for the nearest small jar. It contained honey. She was almost sure it was honey. A taste test would prove it. She dipped the bread and then popped the piece in her mouth.

She closed her eyes as the honey exploded over her senses in a rush of sweetness, the likes of which she’d never tasted. Slowly she chewed, savoring every single bit of the bread and actually chewing the requisite twenty times—possibly more—before swallowing.

“I think I just tasted heaven,” she whispered.

“This honey is a delicacy. No human has tasted it before.”

“I’m honored then. It’s positively decadent.” She dipped another piece of bread into the honey and ate it, savoring it as she did the first. It was the slowest she’d ever eaten anything.

Shurik said, “The bees of dragon territory are unique, and thus their honey is unique.”

“I’ll say. It literally is liquid gold for the eyes and senses.” She sighed as she licked a bit of the honey off of her fingers. If nirvana had a flavor, it would have been that honey.

It took a bit of doing, but she managed to make herself eat something else besides the honey. Shurik poured a drink for her from his cup. They ate and drank in silence. She indulged one last bite of honey and bread before her stomach declared maximum occupancy had been reached.

Shurik asked, “Full?”

“Very.” She patted her stomach. “You ate more this time.”

“Your appetite is infectious.” He returned the platter to the shadowed area, placed it inside, and then returned. “What do you wish to do this day?”

Yolette stared at Shurik while she contemplated his question. He watched her without saying a word. Her gaze strayed to his wings. “Flying lessons.”

Shurik’s smile dropped.

“Don’t look like that. I’m not going to get used to how you fly if we never go flying.”

“That is true,” he said in a hesitant manner.

“Besides, I was fine last time. You caught me like you said you would.”

“Yes.”

She stood and clapped her hands together. “Flying lessons.”

Shurik sighed. “Flying lessons.”

She walked over and patted his side. “If it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of heights. So, in a way, I’m showing a lot of trust by even suggesting this.”

He looked at her in surprise. “You did not mention such a fear yesterday.”

“I was too upset about not being able to go home to really register that I was up in the air until after we landed.” She shrugged. “I figured mentioning it now might help somehow. I guess. I don’t know.”

He nodded. “You have nothing to fear while flying with me.”

“Good. Now the only issue is keeping hold of you. You may not realize, but you’re slippery.”

He laughed.

“Not in a slimy way. I mean, because your scales are smooth, they are hard to hold.”

“I understand.”

She sighed, happy he hadn’t taken her words the wrong way.

He said, “Perhaps a rope.”

“No.”

“You could use it as a harness.”

“No. It just seems demeaning somehow.”

“I suggested it, therefore I don’t find it demeaning.”

“And how would the rope be attached? Not around your neck, I know. And tying it around one of your spines is useless since it would slip off after a while.”

“True.”

She made a thinking noise, but it was for show only. She had no other alternatives to offer.

Shurik said, “A rope is still a viable option so long as it stays attached, correct?”

“I don’t like it.” She sounded like she was pouting, even to her own ears. “What if—no. Never mind.”

“What?”

“You could carry me. In your hand, I mean. Like when you lift me up to the table or the bed.”

Shurik looked at his hands.

She followed his gaze and then met his eyes when he looked at her. “No?”

“Your idea is sound but not viable for the long term. I cannot always carry you in such a way. I would fear hurting you.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

“How can you trust me so completely when we have not known each other long?”

She cocked her head to the side. “You’re nice. I’m usually a pretty good judge of character. I have to trust someone on this new planet. I’ll start with you.”

Shurik blinked at her a few times. He lowered his hand, palm up, and waited.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

LUMINOUS NIGHTS by Michele Hart

LUMINOUS NIGHTS by Michele Hart


Cop or convict?

How many faces can one man own?

An assassin wearing a holographic mask and a prison tattoo boards Rachel's freighter during a prison riot. He is intent on recovering gadgets, which are capable of changing a man’s identity, from the black-market gang who'd stolen them. She’s not sure of Jack's identity nor his goal, but he claims to be an Alliance I-Marshal. Cop or convict? The clues never stop contradicting. Rachel's horrified to find that the bright holographic mask conceals the gruesome face of a monster. And the badge doesn’t stop him from murdering people right before her eyes.

When Rachel learns Jack will trade innocent lives for the digital miracles, she's determined to make the mercenary grow a heart. How could a stone-cold killer kiss her so hotly? How could she kiss such a dangerous deceiver?

Jack has done years in prison to learn who’d stolen the remaining Gemini ticks, 3-D magic. Nothing will keep him from gaining extreme-technology, capable of unleashing galaxy-wide chaos. Forget feelings for Rachel. She can’t stop him from killing everyone involved.

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Luminous Nights by Michele Hart



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The Whip

Spun around in her bindings tied above her head, Rachel focused on Jack observing his former cellmates shooting dice near the hall’s great hearth. The traitor. It was like he hardly noticed her strung up for a lashing, his prison buddies looking forward to her vicious flogging. Heartlessly calm and detached, he intermittently checked the currently inactive scene of her soon torture, not very interested.

“Jack…” she called out to him. He cast a lazy look her way.

“If Quattro beats me, you can’t use me the way you want to in the mountains.”

“What makes you think stripes on your back would stop me?”

God, she hoped Jack was bluffing. She really couldn’t tell if he was a good guy or bad guy. Was it okay with him to assault her in the woods while she was wounded? She shivered.

Jack rose from his table, abandoning his meal. His sight burned into hers, risk in his holographic sky-blue eyes. A low-grade anxiety pulsed through her. He sashayed over to where Quattro had left the whip on the floor behind her.

“You want to see her punished, Quattro?” Jack brushed the dust from his hands.

“I insist upon it,” the mobster replied.

“Do you want her frightened?” Jack picked the whip up, suddenly too attracted to it.

Quattro’s gross grin rose. “I want to hear her shriek in terror and fear me, you, and every man here.”

Rachel was well on her way to all that. She feared every sadistic criminal in the room, but Jack. And he was fixing that right now. She watched him pull the lash through his hand as if he appreciated the braid…or measured it. Others took notice. He took another step back, nonchalantly taking a position. Her heart pumped harder, and her breath quickened. She stiffened to keep from shaking. He wasn’t going to do it, was he…going to beat her?

“Hold still, Rachel…” he said low, getting a feel for the grip. She mashed herself against the wall in dread of the lash.

Then Jack reared back and struck. The whip loudly snapped so close to her back, she felt the ripple in the air through the thin cotton of her techsuit A shock shot through her body, and she shrieked. But she hadn’t felt the whip dig into her flesh.

“You bastard!” she shouted at him, awaiting the agony and so fearful of the pain, she nearly wept. “I swear to God, I’ll find a way to kill you for this!”

Her terror thrilled Quattro so much, he applauded.

“You’re a passivist, Rachel Marie,” Jack berated her. “You can’t kill a thing.”

She couldn’t yet feel the pain, though she didn’t think the hall cold enough to truly numb her from the agony of a lash. She opened her eyes and watched Jack’s audience grow. Where was the pain?

Jack reared back with the whip again. Rachel pinched her eyes shut and screamed in terror again, certain he wouldn’t miss a second time. The strike ripped the material of the techsuit down her back. Except for blood-curdling horror and a puff of slapped air, she felt no physical pain or even any contact. The second strike caused the audience to cheer.

A third strike still brought out her terrified cry and more of Quattro’s acclamation. The leather braid never met her back. Of course, it didn’t. Jack hadn’t missed a shot since he was twelve. If he missed the shot, it was because he meant to miss.

Bets started going down to see how many stripes she’d last.

Jack halted the entertainment cold, staring at them. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She wondered if he thought them vacant, psychotic souls, if he wanted to burn their hearts out with the laser gun strapped to his thigh. He broke away from some tormenting theme of thought, and began to roll the whip. Thinking the bloodsport over too early, the crowd found other things to distract them, their breakfasts, games of dice.

“Quattro,” Jack bothered to finally say something as he coiled the whip and tied it, “beating her for an audience of your enemies isn’t such a good move, though I’m sure it would conjure a wicked orgasm for you and your men. If you torture her before your enemy, she becomes a hero. If you kill her, she becomes a martyr. Heroes and martyrs fuel rebellion. You may start a fire you can’t contain.”

Rachel caught up with her racing breath. The panic attack slowly eased. The sweat risen from her body in fear of supersized agony made her colder.

“You got the fear and loathing from her you wanted, the juicy fear and loathing,” Jack told him, “so let my property go.”

Realizing Jack hadn’t beaten her at all when her back wasn’t bleeding, Quattro was stopped cold by a thought. The hovercraft the gangster sat upon gave a spit. “You can’t possibly think I should let the insolent bitch go without a serious blooding, do you?”

“You should care more that your beds aren’t razed by blue armies. You’re done with her.”

“Your first fuck in the free worlds hasn’t softened your black heart, has it?”

Jack rolled stunning, digitally perfect blue eyes.

“For as many men as I’ve seen you kill behind bars," Quattro growled, "you’re not much of a woman beater. You’re already softer than you were in prison.”

Jack paused. Quattro hit a raw nerve. Rachel wished she knew her savior's thoughts.

“I have more control than you,” Jack told him with a dead-eyed stare, his finger in the gangster’s face. “Don’t mistake that for weakness. I have control of every thing in this room.”

The statement shut Quattro’s foul drunken mouth.

“You’re very reckless today.” Jack passed him the whip.

“She’s not getting any more punishment than she just got. If I allow you to beat her, she’ll never survive the mountains with me for my purpose. She pilots the only ship around capable of traveling the wormhole in one piece. Leave her correction to me. I’ll make her want to die. Release my property, now that you’ve gotten your rocks off seeing her terrorized. That’s all you required.”

“I hope she cuts your throat in the middle of the night.”

“If you couldn’t get the job done after five years of trying, she can’t.”

“You sleep with your eyes open.”

Rachel watched Jack. He was magical. He knew just what to say to make Quattro do his bidding, the cold timing required, and the guts and confidence to pull it off, not to mention his dead-on aim. He was impressive.

***

Later, she had to know…

“What were you thinking when you were staging my beating and watching your audience thrill to the show?”

Jack surveyed the western mountains with the binoculars, and then the sea line. Rachel considered he might not answer the question until he replied, “I was thinking of how I wanted to kill all the sick degenerates for getting off on a weaker creature’s fear and pain.”

At the time, he looked like murder was on his mind.

Maybe that's what happens to a good man’s soul when he serves time in Hell He becomes the cold executioner.

How would she stop this avenging angel’s killing spree?

***

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Luminous Nights by Michele Hart

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Friday, April 22, 2011

TAMING JENNA by Stacey Espino

TAMING JENNNA by Stacey Espino

Sequel to SAVING GRACE

Jenna can outride and outshoot any of the cowboys on the Wagner ranch. She's content to live invisibly amongst the ranch hands, hiding from a past she can't accept.

When Trevor and Conner find out her carefully guarded secret, Jenna's life turns upside down. She gives in to the rugged, sexy cowboys and explores her sexuality in new and unconventional ways.

But when the lust fades, can she handle committing long-term to Trevor and Conner?

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Trevor leaned in and sucked her clit until she squealed for him to stop. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. Jenna’s beautiful naked body was laid out before him like a banquet, and he wanted to sample every part of her.

“She can’t handle having her pussy sucked?” Conner removed his pants and sat on the bench behind her head. “That’s pathetic and deserves punishment.”

“Conner,” Trevor warned.

“Didn’t she tell you that she loves to get spanked?” Conner helped her sit up, and then stand. Although Trevor wasn’t into kink like Conner, the idea piqued his interest.

When Conner patted his lap, his cock jutting out from between his legs, Jenna didn’t hesitate to lie over his thighs, her ripe, round ass kissing the open air. He began to rub her flesh in firm circles, and Jenna ground her pussy against his leg in response.

Whack!

Trevor half expected Jenna to let loose a string of curses, but she only moaned in pleasure, wiggling her ass for more. Whack! Whack! Whack! Even in the dim lighting, Trevor could see her milky white ass turning a pretty pink. Conner twisted and lay over the bench, pulling Jenna atop him as he shifted. Now straddling his waist, she rose up on her feet and pulled the dildo free, dropping it to the ground. Then she impaled herself over Conner’s ready cock.

Trevor always loved bringing women back to the tack room, especially the ones that didn’t mind sharing their body with a group of cowboys. The more, the merrier, in his opinion. But as he watched Jenna ride Conner, her full breasts bouncing temptingly, he realized he’d never be able to share her with other men from the crew. He also became aware that he wasn’t just in this for cheap thrills. He wanted more than sex, more than a few nights of pleasure from Jenna. Wagner was right—it was love. It burned inside him and left no doubt in his heart.

Now it was time to make their triad official. Just Jenna, Conner, and Trevor. He lubed up his cock and straddled the bench behind Jenna. He pushed her down against Conner with a palm to her back and positioned his dick at her tight rosette. Trevor had deflowered too many women to remember, but nothing could compare to this. He pressed the head of his cock inside her using firm, consistent pressure.

“Remember the butt plug? Just push against him and relax,” said Conner, who now began to kiss Jenna. She whined and grunted in discomfort as he worked his way into her tight nether hole. Once fully seated, he took a much-needed cleansing breath and allowed her time to adjust to his cock filling her ass. Damn, she was tight.

“How does it feel to have my dick in your ass?” He gripped her hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he waited like a horse at the starting gates.

She said nothing, but her breathing changed from rapid to controlled, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes until her body accepted him. He reached between her body and Conner’s to play with her clit. The added stimulation would put her over the edge, allow her to relax and enjoy what they planned to give her.

“Both our cocks are inside you, Jenna. Be a good girl and tell me how that feels.” Conner hadn’t thrust once since Trevor joined them, maintaining herculean control considering the temptation sitting on his cock.

“Tight. Full.”

“Do you want us to double fuck you now?”

She nodded, and they began to work her, slowly and rhythmically, until she was grinding against them and begging for more. They took turns, working together, double-teaming. Trevor and Conner seemed to work like a well-oiled machine, as if they were meant to have Jenna sandwiched between them. He could feel the other man’s cock sliding against his, only a thin membrane between them.

Nothing could compare to sharing a woman, especially when love was involved. Trevor held no animosity for Conner. Their ménage felt natural and right.

“You’re fucking tight, darlin’. I love it.” Trevor was too close to the edge. He needed Jenna to finish before him, so held off. Feeling her ass clamp around him, her body so stuffed with cock, had his sanity hanging on by a thread.

“Oh, God, it’s happening,” she cried. “Everything’s getting warm. It’s building inside me—”

“Let loose, sweetheart. Embrace it. Focus on that pleasure point inside you and let it take over.”

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Monday, April 11, 2011

CHOOSING LOVE by Winona Wilder

CHOOSING LOVE - Coming Out Book One by Winona Wilder

Cal has hidden his true feelings from Waylon for years, not willing to jeopardize their friendship. After a night of drunken passion, the truth finally comes out. While Cal learns to accept his true nature, Waylon is afraid to risk alienating his family. Will he live in denial or choose love?

With the help of their sexy history teacher, Evan, the three men learn that love has no boundaries. But are evenings filled with hot sex enough to forge a lasting ménage?

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Fire sparked in Waylon’s eyes and, without warning, he kissed Cal—passionately. He nearly fell back against the closed door but caught his footing in time, and Waylon’s strong arms were around him in an instant. His cock pulsed and thickened knowing that Evan watched from his perch on the desk. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the advance, kissing back, nipping, tasting. Waylon reached between them, rubbing his hand over the bulge in Cal’s jeans.

“Use my desk, boys. I’d love to watch the both of you in action.” Evan’s voice faintly registered in Cal’s mind. Soon Waylon was escorting him toward the desk, barely breaking their kiss along the way. Every nerve in Cal’s body fired hot with erotic need when his boyfriend undid his pants, letting them drop to his knees. He grabbed Waylon’s cock, pumping it in his fist, enjoying the wide girth of hard flesh. Cal undid his own pants, eager to get fucked before he lost his mind. When he turned to face the desk, Waylon spun him back around.

“You’re gonna fuck me, Cal.”

“What?” He’d never entered Waylon. He’d lost his virginity, but in a sense, Waylon had not. Cal just assumed that his boyfriend wanted to dominate, didn’t want to be penetrated, and he was okay with that. The mere idea of fucking Waylon’s beautiful, firm round ass nearly made him come on the spot.

“Evan taught me about give and take. I want to do this, Cal. I have to do this.”

Cal turned his head and looked at Evan sitting beside them, less than a foot away. With both their cocks bare and bobbing with desire, they were in full view for a virtual stranger. Their teacher no less. The openness between them all made him so hot, so fucking horny, he’d die if he didn’t release his load soon.

Waylon leaned over the desk on his elbows, his bare ass ready and waiting. Cal rubbed the smooth, muscled mounds while looking Evan in the eye. The teacher opened a drawer beside him and held up a tube of lube.

“Here. Rub it in.” Evan squeezed some lube into Cal’s palm. He did as told, rubbing the salve along Waylon’s crack, making the man groan, and penetrated him with his finger to distribute the moisture. “Your cock, too.” Then Evan’s lube covered hand was around Cal’s shaft, rubbing and pumping. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back on his shoulders from the onslaught of wicked sensations. A new hand caressed him, and he was about to penetrate Waylon for the first time. How much stimulation could one man handle?

Waylon peered at them from the side, frowning as he watched Evan stroking Cal. “What about me?”

“Okay, Cal, go slow,” urged Evan. Evan aimed the head of Cal’s cock at Waylon’s tight rosette. Properly coated with moisture, he pressed in. His urge to thrust full force was difficult to rein in, but he managed to embed himself to the hilt with a firm, but gentle pressure. Once fully seated, he exhaled. Waylon’s breathing came in shallow gasps, but he took Cal’s cock like a man without wimping out.

“You okay, Waylon?”

“Yeah. This is good,” he muttered, a hint of hesitation in his words.

Cal felt him clench around his cock. Being connected with the man he loved was comparable to nothing in the world. It didn’t matter who did the fucking. It was the same bond between them. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Cal groaned. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Why don’t I help?” offered Evan, his eyes dark and flirty. Cal would agree to anything about now with his cock throbbing to the point of pain. Evan pulled off his T-shirt, his body toned and tanned an even golden hue. Then he unzipped and lost his pants. His cock was ripe for fucking, pre-cum slipping off the tip.

“You’re not fucking Cal,” ordered Waylon.

“Of course not. You get to be the meat in our sandwich.” Evan winked at Cal. “It’ll be easier on you if you get to fuck while being fucked—for your first time, anyway.”

“Whatever. Hurry up because I can’t hold back much longer.” Cal began to grind his hips, pushing deeper into Waylon, desperate to begin thrusting.

Evan passed Cal the lube and leaned over the desk beside Waylon.

“Put a condom on me, Cal.” Cal’s heart filled with love knowing that Waylon wanted him fucking his ass bareback, but insisted Evan use protection.

Cal was on cloud nine, raking his eyes over the two delicious men. With both hands free, his dick still embedded in Waylon’s ass, he reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed Waylon. He then poured lube into one hand. He bent forward, reaching around to coat his friend’s hard cock and then directed him to mount their teacher. Once in position, they both aimed at Evan’s waiting asshole.

Evan groaned, an erotic sound that echoed in the small room. Waylon wasn’t gentle as he’d been for Cal’s first time. He thrust in, holding the man’s hips securely. Cal followed suit, pulling out and plunging back in. They worked as a team, a finely tuned mass of male muscle and strength with one united goal.

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