02 oct 2018
What’s next? Uh…. not sure. My muse keeps nagging me about this standalone story idea involving shifters and unlikely mates, but there’s also the sequel to QUEEN WOLF and a possible sequel to GUNPOINT. I don’t even know what the heck is going on with my muse anymore, LOL. Maybe my new idea can morph into the Gunpoint sequel, because I really liked the Sky Hunters world, and I want to go back there and wallow in that universe.
After the Great War, the last of the falcon shifters scattered to survive.
With the falcon shifters almost extinct, who is left to protect the weak? What darkness haunts the ones who do what it takes to survive?
Gay Romance, Shifters, Suspense, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 39,000
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Soul-bruised and bitter, Charlie left the military for peaceful solitude. When he’s mugged at gunpoint, his isolation is shattered, because the guy with the weapon is his mate, and Charlie’s falcon insists on truth: the other half of his soul is a desperate man who doesn’t know he’s a shifter.
Warren has no money for rent, his sister’s ex beat her bloody, and he’s working double shifts to survive. He thought his life couldn’t get any worse, but then he mugs an ex-soldier who somehow turns the tables and offers him something impossible: hope.
Of course, nothing is that simple, and Charlie’s resistance to their bond sabotages their relationship before it really begins. Warren can handle hardship, but now his enemies are bigger than the bully next door, and he’s broken the darkest taboo of the Sky Hunter falcons. Only Charlie can save him, but can a damaged ex-soldier save himself, too?
“I told you not to move. Are you paying attention?”
Wait… Warren frowned. He recognized that voice. “I know you.”
“You have a good memory, Warren.” The cold point slid across his neck and settled on the curve of his shoulder. “Do you remember who I am yet?”
Warren swallowed, but the lump of nerves in his throat didn’t budge. “Charlie.” God help him. He inhaled, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him that he had a hard-on in this situation. I’m finally cracking from all the stress.
“Very good.” The metal weight lifted as Charlie stepped in front of Warren.
Warren stared at the black gun nestled comfortably in Charlie’s hand. Fuck. That looks real.
“Yeah, unlike your toy, this is a real weapon.” Charlie eased the safety down and pointed it at Warren’s thigh. “You’ll feel a hell of a lot more than a splat of water if someone shoots you with it.”
Warren shuddered. He was turned on and more than a little bit nervous. “You wouldn’t really shoot me, would you?” He forced himself to look Charlie in the eyes. “I’m sorry I was such an idiot the other night. I was desperate, but that doesn’t excuse what I tried to do.” From the expression on Charlie’s face, Warren wasn’t sure his apology did much good. Charlie’s cold blue eyes stared back at him with no hint of the man’s thoughts. “I would never do anything like that again.”
“Sorry.” Charlie finally snorted. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover what I want from you.” He pursed his lips. The muzzle of his gun stayed fixed on Warren’s thigh.
Warren didn’t know a damn thing about guns, but he knew it would hurt if that thing shot him. Even so, he couldn’t keep his gaze from drifting down Charlie’s body. The man wore tight jeans, black boots, and a t-shirt that hugged every muscle in his torso. Warren wanted to put his hands on that chest, gun be damned. He wanted more than the desperate existence he seemed to be mired in, and had been ever since his parents died. He wanted Charlie. He waited a moment to see if the thought of being attracted to another guy bothered him, but all he felt was a sense of urgency. He needed to adjust his erection, but he had a feeling Charlie wouldn’t take it all that well if he reached down. He gritted his teeth and didn’t move. “What do you want from me?” His voice came out rough.
“On your knees.” Charlie gestured with the gun’s point.
Jesus. Warren slid to the ground and looked up. Charlie’s face had gone taut. “Please don’t shoot me.” Warren’s hands clenched into fists when Charlie tightened his finger on the trigger. After what they’d done together in the woods last night, Warren would’ve never expected this. Never. Charlie just hadn’t seemed the type. But you never know when someone might snap.
“You think I’m going to shoot you?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.
“I have no idea what you’re going to do,” Warren replied shakily. He wasn’t sure if he was more frightened or aroused. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
“Undo my pants,” Charlie said.
Warren froze. “What?” Was he serious? He looked at Charlie’s groin. His cock was long and thick and obviously hard behind the denim. He’d been trying not to stare, but that was pretty difficult from this position. He swallowed nervously.
“You heard me. Don’t fuck around, Warren. I am totally out of patience.” Charlie put the gun to Warren’s forehead. He didn’t look like he was in the mood for more talking. He looked like a man on the edge of losing his temper.
Warren’s heart pounded. Was it rape if what he was being forced to do was something he actually wanted? “I don’t—” He broke off sweating. His hands trembled as he raised them. Don’t be a pussy, he told himself. His own erection swelled even more, and the position he was in didn’t make his arousal particularly comfortable.
“Wait.” Charlie let out a soft breath when Warren’s fingers reached his zipper. “Stop.”
Confused, Warren slid a finger inside Charlie’s waistband. The gun still pressed into his forehead. “I don’t know what you want from me,” he whispered, not sure if he was disappointed or angry.
Charlie lifted the gun away and pointed it at the ground. His finger tightened on the trigger, and the weapon clicked. “It’s empty.” His eyes were completely dark now. Dark and feral. “I would never hurt you.”
Warren had never seen anything so beautiful as those eyes, but that didn’t change what had just happened. He frowned as the first trickle of rage slid down his spine. “You fucking threatened me with an empty gun?” He clenched the waistband of Charlie’s pants with his fingers. “That’s so frigging messed up.” He told himself to get the fuck up, but his body wasn’t listening. I should punch him, he thought, but Charlie hadn’t moved, either. Warren slid his fingers deeper into Charlie’s pants. When the tips of his fingers touched Charlie’s cock, he sighed. “Fuck.”
Charlie trembled. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
Warren undid the button, then drew the zipper down. “I want to blow you. You’re an asshole, but I still want this.” He licked his lips, ignoring Charlie as the older man dismantled the weapon and put the pieces on the table. Warren hardly cared. He felt like he stood on the edge of a precipice, prepared to jump. All his worries about his sister and her bastard ex, the rent, and his job faded to nothing. Some wild instinct stuck inside his bones told him to take the leap, and for once in his life, Warren was going to fly. Instinct was never a good way to make decisions—the disaster with the mugging had taught him that—but he didn’t give a shit right now. He wanted Charlie.
“It’s only fair that you return the favor,” Charlie said, startling him. “I went on my knees for you last night.”
Warren looked up. Charlie’s teeth were clenched.
Rainbow Book Reviews — 5 stars!
“This was fascinating, intriguing, and absolutely phenomenal.”
Open Skye Book Reviews — 4.5 stars!
“If you’re looking for a unique shifter story with dark heroes this is it! … Highly recommended for fans of the author, unique shifter series, darker MCs and satisfying heas.”
Redz World Reviews — 5 stars!
“I like this story of learning to trust yourself, and how love can bring that process to a head.”
Sometimes all the elements that I love most align in my brain, and I write a story that flows onto the page with no frustration. SOMETHING SHIFTY has a secret identity, a teacher/student relationship, a rock star, shifters, and a fated mate trope. Even now, years after I wrote it, I still get a bit tingly thinking about it, LOL.
What are people saying about Something Shifty?
“The passion between these two men is palpable, but so is the acceptance and friendship, their ability to share and support each other. If you like shifter stories with a difference, if you enjoy reading about two men who discover as much about themselves as they do about the man they’re falling in love with, and if you’re looking for a hot read with a bit of tension and lots of secrets, you will probably like this short book.”
The To Be Read Pile – 4 stars! A Recommended Read. Heat -5 Handcuffs – Orgasmic!
“I really enjoyed this unique twist to the usual shifter plot. It’s fast paced, entertaining, and beyond sexy. It might be a bit much for some people but I like to think it’s just the right amount of sizzle…”
The Romance Reviews (TRR) – 4 stars!
“SOMETHING SHIFTY is an above-average MM shifter romance with two good leads, a strong romance, and world building I’d like to read more of.”
Night Owl Reviews – 4.5 stars! A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!
“Something Shifty is an artfully created love story that whittles its way into a reader’s heart and soul.”
Two Lips Reviews – 5 stars!
“I highly recommend this one if you like shifters, man love and story that is beautifully written.”
MM Good Book Reviews – 5 stars!
“I would recommend reading it, especially if you love sexy men, shifters, and lots of hot passionate sex, tender glances, feisty sisters, strong mates, excitement, surprise, suspense, and so much more.”
Open Skye Book Reviews – 4.5 stars!
“I’m a sucker for Rocker romances and this combines so many elements with that: professor, hidden identity, shifting, slow burn… it was great!”
Professor Seth Dustin thinks he’s alone in the world, but when he meets another shifter, he’s forced to reevaluate his whole life. Dex Connor is gorgeous, talented, and male—everything Seth had no idea he wanted.
However, when Seth discovers Dex is keeping dangerous secrets from him, he must decide if he can forgive the man who has become his closest friend, the man who stole his heart. Seth never expected to find himself in the midst of a territorial fight with a rival clan. He doesn’t know how to deal with the jealous hostility of a woman who wants Dex for herself. Love is unexpectedly complicated, but is being alone better?
Rocker, shifter, mate: Dex is all of these, and more. Professor, shifter, loner: Seth wants more. When two shifters meet, instinct takes over.
“Shape shifters have one true mate. A lot of us don’t find that person. Some of us do and lose him, like my sister lost hers. They were so young they never even bonded.” He lifted a shoulder. “I knew almost from the moment I met you.”
Seth swallowed thickly. “I think you’re insane.” He meant it nicely, but still, Dex couldn’t imagine he would take this seriously, could he?
Dex laughed and shoved his chair away from the table. “I promise I’m not.”
Seth leaned his elbows against the solid wood and tried to figure out what the hell there was to say to that. His erection hadn’t flagged, either, oh no. In fact, his cock was harder than ever and had been since Dex said the word “mate.”
“Dex—” he began, then stopped, shocked at how rough he sounded. He pushed away from the table, edgy and aroused and not sure what to do with himself. He glanced at Dex whose eyes had gone dark.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Dex said, standing up in one graceful movement. The muscles in his arms flexed beautifully.
For a shifter who can’t shift, he certainly is in great shape, Seth thought vaguely, then Dex’s lips were on his and he stopped thinking at all. Dex hauled him up against his body and Seth shuddered. This kiss was even more incendiary than the last one, maybe because he wasn’t angry anymore, maybe because he wasn’t as shocked as the first time. He wasn’t sure he cared why. He ran his hands through Dex’s hair and hung on, crazily aroused by the feel of another man’s stubble against his mouth.
“Jesus, Dex,” he panted when Dex nibbled down his jaw. “What are we doing?”
Dex growled. All the hair on Seth’s body stood up and he pushed against Dex, trying to get closer. The table dug into his hip and he realized that Dex was pushing back at him, shoving him into the wood. Seth snapped. He groaned and grabbed Dex by the shoulders, swinging him around and walking him backwards until they hit the kitchen sink with a thump.
“Seth, fuck,” Dex said, kissing him again. Seth moaned and jammed his hands down Dex’s jeans.
“Off, take these off,” he said, hips jerking uncontrollably as Dex bucked against him.
“Seth, wait,” he said, but Seth wasn’t listening anymore. He didn’t want to know what new piece of annoying information Dex thought he absolutely must know. He wanted to rut against Dex’s hard, smooth, gorgeous body until he came, and he wanted to do it right the fuck now.
“Shut up.” Seth grunted, slipping a hand in between them to fumble at Dex’s jeans. “You talk too much and I’m done listening.”
“God, what are you—” Dex began, but Seth had the button open now. He eased the zipper down, breathing harshly against Dex’s throat.
“Be quiet,” Seth said, licking under his ear. Dex’s flavor burst over his tongue and he sucked in a breath as the taste of wild and hot and mine exploded in his body. “God, Dex, you taste incredible. Why do you taste so good?”
“Seth, if we do this, there’s no going back,” Dex muttered, his hands busy ripping Seth’s hoodie to shreds.
“I don’t see you stopping,” Seth taunted, biting him again. Dex shuddered against his mouth and he licked the spot where his teeth had just been. He loved the way Dex moved under his touch. Then Dex pushed him away and literally tore his hoodie off his body. “Holy shit.”
Dex smiled, fierce and possessive. “You were taking too long.”
Dex had a point. Seth blinked, suddenly right on the fucking edge of climax. He jammed his fist against his balls, trying to stave it off. “If you keep ripping my clothes off me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Dex dropped the pieces of Seth’s top and reached for his sweatpants. Seth danced away. “Fuck. Let me do it so you don’t break anything. Take your shirt off, for Christ’s sake.”
Dex snarled, but did as Seth asked, throwing it across the kitchen. His hair came out messy, but it made him look even hotter. Seth stared at Dex’s body, dazed at the sight of a huge tattoo covering most of his left hip and disappearing into his open pants. “Jesus, that must have hurt.”
Dex ran a finger up the design. “When I lost the ability to shift, I had the clan artist ink my lost animals onto me.”
Seth looked at the intertwined wolf and eagle and several other creatures cavorting across Dex’s skin. He wanted to taste them, run his fingers over them until he knew them as intimately as he knew his own. “It suits you,” he said gruffly. He eased his sweats over his erection carefully. When he straightened back up, he found Dex staring at him, eyes hot.
I’d love to introduce you to my hero Seth Dustin from Something Shifty. Here is an interview with the sexy professor:
Seth Dustin finally speaks OUT about coming OUT with rocker Connor Dex!
by Erin M. Leaf, RockstarZEST! Entertainment
April 15, 2013 – 9:00 AM EDT
NEW YORK (RZ!E) — We’re pleased to welcome Seth Dustin, college professor, mild-mannered pianist, and hottie extraordinaire to our studio. In case you don’t know who he is, Mr. Dustin is the lucky fellow who has single-handedly removed Connor Dex (our favorite rockstar) from the dating pool and turned him into an almost-married man. The two of them took the world by storm when they performed an acoustic love song together at one of Connor’s concerts, finally proving once and for all that Connor is not only the coolest man on the planet, but also a romantic at heart.
Erin: Welcome to our studio, Seth!
Seth: Thank you for having me, Erin.
Erin: So, Seth, you and Connor performed that incredible love song at Madison Square Garden last summer. It was your first time playing before an audience that large. Were you nervous?
Seth: No, not at all.
Erin: Oh, come on now, not even the littlest bit? You have to admit, coming out in front of the whole world had to have been scary.
Seth: (chuckles) I knew that Dex was a little nervous, but for me it was easy. I’d already done the hard part.
Erin: And what was that?
Seth: Well, I didn’t know I was gay, so, that was a bit of a shock. The first time I met Dex, I didn’t understand why I liked him so much. I kept telling myself he’s just a guy, but every time I saw him again, I felt this strange attraction. We didn’t really date, you know. We became friends.
Erin: So Connor was your first boyfriend?
Seth: (laughs) You make that sound so high-school. Yes. Dex was my first. I guess technically I’m bisexual.
Erin: So you still like girls?
Seth: Women are beautiful, but it’s a moot point for me. I’m with Dex now. This is a forever kind of thing.
Erin: Aww. That’s so romantic. I heard somewhere that you had no idea Connor was a rock star? How is that possible?
Seth: Apparently I was living under a rock. (a loud ‘hmpf’ sounds from the other room, Seth rolls his eyes.)
Erin: Oh, do tell…
Seth: I listened to the radio once in a while, but mostly I only listened to classical music. When I first met Dex, he was just a guy who’d come into the library with his sister, Del. I’d met her in the woods a few days earlier. We’re both runners, so…
Erin: If you like women, why didn’t you ask her out?
Seth: I wasn’t looking for anyone. I didn’t date. I found dating exhausting. I just wanted to be left alone.
Erin: Sounds lonely.
Erin: When did you find out Connor was a rockstar?
Seth: (flushes slightly) Um, well, that happened after we’d been dating for a while.
Erin: He didn’t tell you?
Seth: He didn’t. He led me on. (‘Hey!’ someone calls from the other room.) And he is still paying for that, believe me. (Seth yells this last bit.)
Erin: Weren’t you angry?
Seth: (grins) It was way too late for that. I loved him too much by then. Even being a famous rockstar wasn’t a deal-breaker. (looks thoughtful) I don’t think anything short of cheating on me could be a deal-breaker, and Dex would never do that. (raises voice again) Because I would kill him.
Connor: (entering room) Okay, that’s enough. You can’t badmouth me to the press, Seth. You’ll destroy my career. (laughs)
Seth: (slings an arm around Connor’s waist) I believe you’ve met Dex before?
Erin: I have. Nice to see you again, Connor. By the way, why does he call you Dex? I thought that was your last name?
(the two exchange looks)
Connor: It’s just his way of driving me insane.
Seth: I do what I can to keep him humble.
(they exchange a kiss, it grows heated)
Erin: I guess that’s it for this interview, folks!
I recently received a new review of THE FIXER from Night Owl Reviews, and I was delighted with it because it highlighted what I love most about dark romance: flawed characters who somehow work through their issues to make a connection with each other.
For me, dark romance isn’t about violence (although I don’t shy away from it). It’s about the characters and their traumas, and how they push themselves to reach beyond their limitations to find love.
In THE FIXER, Zero is damaged and ruthless, but he’s also very honest with himself about who he is, and that makes for a fabulous character (especially when he unexpectedly falls for a man who is too young, too innocent, and too kind for him). He knows it’s wrong to seduce Julian, but he does it anyway. 😀
“This dark m/m contemporary story has an unlikely hero but he is portrayed as having such charisma that one can’t help but admire his efficiency and ruthlessness. I was fascinated by watching the relationship evolve and by the way the two men complement each other. Justin has unexpected depths and I like that he’s not a naïve young thing who is caught in Zero’s spell.”
Gay Romance, Suspense, Erotic Romance, Lawless, May/Dec
Word Count: 42,500
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
When Zero Graham wakes up in the hospital, he has only one thing on his mind: revenge on the mastermind who shot him and trashed his home. He’s the best fixer in the business, and that means he has a reputation to uphold.
Julian Amon doesn’t want to check up on his mother’s patient, but he can’t say no to her, and he finds the older man intriguingly hot. His decision to tag along when Zero checks himself out of the hospital borders on crazy, but the older man interests him, and Julian has always enjoyed a good mystery.
Zero doesn’t want or need a babysitter, but Julian’s physical competence and lack of fear push all of his buttons in exactly the right way. Violence is his kink, and the younger man doesn’t seem to mind the scent of blood, but will Julian be able to handle the pressure when Zero closes in on his enemy?
Zero couldn’t help it. He leaned in and cupped Julian’s cheeks. Fine auburn stubble pricked his palms. He loved it. “Darling, how enterprising of you,” he murmured. He really liked this man. Julian’s delightful combination of youthful innocence married to a startling level of self-confidence flat out did it for him. Instead of jerking his head away from Zero’s hands, Julian’s skin heated more. Zero watched while the younger man’s face flushed a deeper pink. “Lovely,” he murmured.
“What the hell, Zero?” Julian stared at him.
Aw, fuck it. Zero moved closer, crowding Julian up against the bathroom door. It didn’t take much movement to pin the younger man there. His motorhome might be a luxury model, but it was still a small space for two large men. “Are you quite certain you want to stay here with me, Julian?” he asked, giving the man one last exit possibility. “I can’t guarantee that you will remain innocent under my care.”
“Innocent?” Julian laughed. “I’m not innocent, and neither am I in your care. For the last time, I’m a grown man. I choose where I want to be.” Julian leaned into Zero’s touch, eyes going heavy lidded. “You keep making the assumption that I don’t know what I want.” He put his hands on Zero’s wrists. “I’m bisexual. I’ve never been in anyone’s closet, let alone my own. Stop pretending that you’re in charge of my life, Zero.”
Arousal slammed into Zero, despite his exhaustion. Most men looked at his size and ran the other way. The ones who liked their lovers big ran away when they discovered Zero’s brain was just as impressive as the rest of his body. Julian, however, hadn’t shied away even once. Delight warred with the violence Zero worked so hard to keep in check. He wanted to grind himself into Julian until they were both dirty and aching. Zero hummed under his breath, and leaned in. “I’m going to kiss you now. And you’re going to like it.”
“So much talk,” Julian whispered, but Zero’s mouth shut him up.
Julian froze the moment Zero’s lips touched his. Instead of devouring him, Zero coaxed him open gently. Instead of biting, Zero licked and nibbled until Julian’s need for a solid touch burned through him. He yanked Zero closer, groaning when the man’s heavy body pressed him to the wall. “Fuck, Zero. Stop with the teasing.”
Zero lifted his head. “Oh, but teasing can lead to such delightful things, Julian.”
Julian answered by biting Zero’s bottom lip. “You talk too much.” He knew he was asking for trouble by hooking up with a guy recovering from a gunshot wound, who also had a lot of unfinished and probably illegal business to deal with, but fuck if he cared right now. He wanted Zero. He hadn’t felt this revved up by a simple kiss, like, ever. So what if I get myself in trouble? I gotta live my life, right? He licked inside, chasing the fading taste of beer on Zero’s breath.
Zero shuddered, hands going around Julian’s neck. He threaded his fingers up into Julian’s hair. “Mmmm. You taste like a very, very bad idea.”
Julian groaned, then ground his cock into Zero’s hip. “Don’t overthink this, Zero. We could have a good time together.” He wasn’t a small man, and he knew he was in fantastic shape, but his lean muscles were no match for Zero’s bulky frame. Decades of some kind of weight lifting had given Zero enough mass to shoulder his way through just about anything. He locked one hand in Julian’s hair, and then he used the other to jerk Julian closer. Julian let him. Hell, Julian liked it.
“Someday we’re going to fuck and nothing will be the same ever again,” Zero murmured.
“Promises, promises.” Julian smirked, grinding against Zero until his dick hurt with the pressure. “You feel like a guy in need of some relief.”
“Fuck.” Zero’s eloquence seemed to have completely deserted him. Julian let Zero manhandle him down the hall to the master bedroom.
“You’re going to get us both killed,” Zero muttered, muscles bulging as he moved.
“But what a sweet way to die,” Julian replied, not giving a shit about Zero’s paranoia. “You talk too much.” He inhaled, catching a hint of the man he knew lay under all the hospital scents.
Zero grunted, lips busy along Julian’s jawline. “You don’t know what you’re fucking with.”
“I know you’re going to fuck up your incisions if you keep that up,” Julian said when Zero shoved him up against yet another wall.
“Shut up.” Zero kissed him again, savagely this time.
When the kiss ended, Julian gasped for air. “We definitely doing this then?” he asked, trying to get his bearings.
Zero stared at him, dark eyes gone black with lust. “You better be very sure, my dear.”
Some excellent reviews are coming in for THE DRIVE, and I couldn’t be happier because I’m right in the middle of writing yet another Close Proximity short story. Thank you readers! 😀
What are people saying about The Drive?
“Liam was HOT and Charlie sounded perfect for him and I was even proud to see a positive female character portrayed in this story – woot!”
“I was hooked immediately and couldn’t get enough. I love a good May-December romance, and I find this one refreshing, as the daughter sneakily sets her dad, Liam, up with her friend, Charlie. I adore this! ”
Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, May/Dec, Contemporary
Word Count: 14,930
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Liam is done with love, but his daughter Portia has other plans. When he arrives to pick her up from college, she sets him up with her friend Charlie, and merrily heads off to her internship without them. Liam is left with an uncomfortable hard-on for Portia’s bestie, and a long drive to Vegas with a guy too young to know what to do with a guy Liam’s age.
Charlie thought he liked girls. More specifically, he thought he liked Portia, but when her dad offers him a ride home after graduation, he suddenly, shockingly realizes that he doesn’t like women at all. He likes Liam, and he wants to hook up as soon as possible, and maybe not ever let go. So, when Liam makes an offer he can’t refuse, what’s he supposed to do? Say no to the hottest person he’s ever met?
Liam stared out at the gorgeous view, contemplating his options, and then he turned to the younger man. “I’m not safe, Charlie. I’ve never been safe.” He smiled slowly, taking a bit of the sting out of his words. “However, I’m quite willing to be your experiment.”
Charlie swallowed. “I … what?”
“Experiment. That’s what you wanted, yes?” Liam noted that the younger man had jammed his hands into his pockets. Hiding … what? An erection? I certainly hope so.Decision made, Liam stepped forward, crowding Charlie up against the low stone wall. What’s the worst that could happen? You fool around, he learns something about himself, and you’ve done your daughter’s friend a favor, he told himself as his arousal revved a bit higher. “You realize I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured against Charlie’s temple. It took a supreme act of will not to thrust against the younger man.
“Why not?” Charlie whispered. His hands had gone to Liam’s hips.
Liam inhaled. Charlie smelled fantastic—a combination of coffee and some unidentifiable woodsy scent—like the guy had recently been standing next to a campfire. “Because you’re my daughter’s friend. You’re at least twenty years younger than me. And because I’m not old enough to have a mid-life crisis yet.” He let himself run his hands up Charlie’s arms. The solid muscles in his arms appealed to Liam.
“How old are you?” Charlie asked.
Liam went still, surprised by the question. “Thirty-nine.” Charlie’s biceps felt solid and warm beneath his palms. He resisted the urge to dig his fingers into all of the delicious weight, and kept his touch light. “Old, by your standards.”
“That’s not old,” Charlie said, licking his lips.
“No? What is it then?” Liam tilted his head.
Charlie mirrored him, eyes going dark. “You’re mature. Experienced.” He slid his hands up Liam’s chest. “You’re killing me, Liam.”
All right then, no more hesitating, Liam thought, leaning in. When his lips touched Charlie’s, the younger man sucked in a quick breath. Liam opened his mouth and licked inside.
“Oh God,” Charlie tried to say, but then Liam slid his hands up to the younger man’s head, and there was no more room for words. Charlie tasted sweet and smoky, and Liam abruptly knew that he’d just got himself into a deeper bind than he’d anticipated.
I’m not going to be happy with a simple kiss, he thought, even as he pushed harder, pressing his hard-on into Charlie’s hip. The younger man moaned, and then Liam threaded his fingers into Charlie’s hair, holding his head precisely where he wanted it. “Fuck me,” he breathed, biting Charlie’s lower lip. “You’re dangerous.”
“Me? That’s ridiculous,” Charlie panted, and Liam kissed him again.
“Addicting.” Liam mouthed the words against Charlie’s jawline. The subtle scratch of whiskers shot a bolt of heat straight through to Liam’s cock. It had been so longsince he’d had the pleasure of another man’s beard against his skin. Why the hell had he waited so long? He kissed Charlie again, hands going down to the younger man’s ass. Charlie gasped, and his erection pushed into Liam’s in the most perfect way.
“Oh my God,” Charlie breathed, mouth open against Liam’s cheek. “What is this?”
Liam bit Charlie’s earlobe. “This is lust,” he said, as if that explained everything, but how well he knew that it didn’t. He hadn’t felt this crazed in years. He thrust once, twice, and then forced himself still. “I want to suck you,” he said, kneading Charlie’s delectable ass. “I want to make you lose your mind.”
Charlie trembled. “Oh.”
Liam smiled, then slowly slid down until he was on his knees in front of the younger man. The sunset slanted orange and red across Charlie’s body, casting his groin into shadow, but Liam didn’t need light for what he was about to do.
“Wait, here? Are you serious?” Charlie asked, biting his lip.
Liam put a hand on the younger man’s cock. “Right here. Right now.” Truth be told, the risk of getting caught giving head in an interstate rest stop heightened everything. He smirked, then undid Charlie’s jeans. The younger man’s cock sprang out of his soft boxers, and Liam took him in hand.
“Oh, fuck.” Charlie jammed the heel of his hand against his mouth, muffling the rest of his words.
“Easy,” Liam murmured, running his lips over Charlie’s soft skin. His cock felt silky and hard and delightful against his face, and he opened his mouth to lick the pre-cum welling from the tip. Charlie tasted like smoke and sweetness, and Liam wasted no time sucking him in.
Many moons ago I was obsessed with MMF (menage romance), and I wrote three novellas based on the idea of chance encounters. I had a ton of fun writing these novels, because sometimes you don’t fall in love, you stumble over it again and again. You just gotta open up your heart and let the idea of it settle inside you. And yes, that means that sometimes you need to look a little beyond the standard romance trope. Sometimes you can fall in love with two people, not just one. Sometimes you can fall for two people at the same time!
The Four-Letter Word series is all about taking a chance when a chance encounter convinces the girl that the universe is trying to tell her something. Don’t worry, you can read these books out of order, so feel free to pick and choose at will!
Take a chance…
What if you met your soul-mates on the beach and didn’t realize it? How many chance encounters would it take before you risked everything and let yourself fall in love with not one, but two men?
For Carrie, losing her bikini top in the ocean leads to an erotic encounter with two gorgeous guys. For Eric and Zeke, the steamy kiss they share with her is an amusing interlude on a sunny, summer day, but when the three of them meet again at the art museum, attraction turns into passion. Zeke and Eric realize their feelings for each other are just as potent as their desire for Carrie. Will they risk everything and choose love? Will Carrie be willing to take that leap with them when loving two men means goodbye to her safe, conventional existence?
What if you met your soul-mates after you crashed your bicycle? Would you recognize them?
For Sherry, the two men who come to her rescue are gorgeous, fun, and delicious to kiss. She forgets all about them until they meet again at a charity-kissing booth. Is it fate? Destiny? Who cares? Eli and Simon are rich, handsome, and eligible. Kissing them is awesome. Watching them kiss each other is even better, but Sherry knows not to take her infatuation too seriously.
However, when she encounters them for a third time at a deserted highway rest stop, the kisses they share leave her breathless and yearning for more. Something is different. Her lust for their lips might be turning into a desire for love and happily ever after, but her secrets may spell disaster. Can Eli and Simon heal her wounded heart? Will they kiss her qualms away?
Josh and Troy aren’t looking for a girlfriend, but a lost bet sends them into a small room with a broken lock. When a beautiful blonde limps in from the connecting bathroom, they end up on their knees trying to make her feel better.
Felicity isn’t looking for love, but she keeps falling into Josh and Troy’s arms. The men can’t control their desire to take care of her. She can’t resist their humor.
Even so, Felicity isn’t sure she wants to date two guys at once, especially when she’s white and they’re not. Josh and Troy aren’t sure their attraction for her and each other is worth the risk.
Will a secret from Felicity’s past push them away before they come together? Will Josh and Troy be able to convince her they’re serious, and that their love is hers for the taking?
After a long summer, and an even longer time writing, the sequel to Soulmate is coming this autumn! SEER really tried my patience because the characters kept arguing with me. I even took a break from writing this novel, hoping that some perspective would help. NOPE. In the end, I WON, because I am the boss and my guys are not. I am really proud of what I accomplished with this one, even if Nick and Jeff tormented me with angst and drama. 😀
Releasing this fall!
No one knows that Nick Auspex is a Seer, but his power is very real—that’s why he knows he’ll always be alone. Since childhood, he’s seen visions of his soulmate caught in the midst of a terrible fire. So when he’s assigned to protect Jeff Wright, he knows their mutual attraction is destined to go nowhere.
When Jeff opens the door to find the Craft Council’s security expert on his doorstep, his first instinct is to send Nick away. Jeff is human, but Nick is a powerful Crafter, and everyone knows relationships like that never work. Jeff needs to figure out who murdered his parents, not screw around with some random guy when he’s never even dated another man before.
Of course, neither of them can control fate—and when two soulmates meet, destiny trumps fear. Will fire destroy lives or illuminate the truth hiding in the darkness?