My latest book A CUPID'S WAGER is a part of Dreamspinner Press's "A VALENTINE RAINBOW" anthology on February 13th.
On February first you can pick up the entire anthology HERE
Please enjoy this excerpt!
The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the
Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern
name, Ethan, doesn't make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a
closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all
those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it
on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight
Division. Now, to save my butt I'll have to strike a bargain with this
tough god. But what I didn't see coming was my little wager not only
risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan's hands.
“Buy you interrupted my mark, and now true love could be lost for that poor unsuspecting couple. You know how much work goes into a true love mark. What if we missed the only window for them?”
Grateful to get back on topic, I raised my hands in appeasement. “Calm down. I didn’t shoot him with a love
arrow. You already know I don’t have any. It was just a lust arrow.”
“A gay lust arrow.”
“If he’s straight, then my arrow won’t have any effect on him, now, will it?”
As one, we turned and looked toward the street. I didn’t have a clue where the girl had gone, but the two men were having a smoke, whispering far more intimately than average blokes on a cig break.
“Interesting.” I rose up on the balls of my feet, barely able to contain the gloat.
He narrowed his gaze suspiciously. “You knew that arrow would affect my target. How?”
Those hypnotic gray eyes lit up with understanding.“You have one, don’t you?”
Squirming, I said nothing. No need to bury myself any deeper.
Without warning, Ethan spun me around and bent me over the ledge, booting my feet apart. A shot of heat went up my back then straight to my groin when he started frisking me. Though he had more power than me in spades, my magic didn’t surge with the instinct to protect me. Instead, an aura of tenderness and desire inundated me, warming me physically.
“If you wanted to sample the goods, all you had to do was ask,” I said slyly, waving my ass in offering.
He growled and the patting got a little more aggressive.
Ethan hailed from a warrior culture—a violent, blood-drinking, human-sacrificing culture—and the rumors about him left one imagining if you pissed him off, he might kill you slowly just for fun. But I knew, deep in my guts, there was not an ounce of cruelty in this god. Though, for a second, I did think he might paddle my ass.
No such luck, however.
I shifted so my nuts brushed those large, questing hands as they quickly slid up my inner thigh. Unfortunately,
they didn’t linger. He ran the flats of his palms smoothly up my legs to my hips, the tips of his fingers brushing over a ticklish spot and making me wriggle. Then they slid forward and into the front pockets of my jeans.
“A little lower and to the left, please.” If he cared to notice, I already sported a decent semi.
Jeesh, get a grip, Lio! You’re about to be busted, and all you can think about is sex!
With a grunt, Ethan pushed me roughly away when he found what I had in my pocket.
Regaining my footing, I turned to meet his eyes with a cocky grin. I would be damned if I cowered.
“A gaydar?” he said in shock, holding up a small black object. To the casual observer, it looked like a touch-screen cell phone. But to a trained cupid, the device was easily recognizable.
And highly illegal.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
In Sorting Out, Jack, Gray, and Mason have a lot to work through. They have to figure out how to make a three-way relationship work long term, and Jack has to come to grips with the difficulties of being an openly gay cop and with losing Gray as a work partner so he can be open about having him as a life partner. There’s a lot of tension between the three men, and Jack is wounded both physically and emotionally, but in the midst of all that, there’s still plenty of heat. No matter how difficult the rest of their lives gets, the physical part of their relationship sustains them. So today I want to share a never-before-seen scorching hot excerpt…..
“I know what you can handle. I will not take you too far,” Gray assured him.
Jack bit his lip and nodded. “You never have.”
“And I won’t now. I’ll expect you to use your safeword if anything I do hurts your chest. We’ll either work around it or we’ll stop.”
A shiver ran through Jack. Gray never disappointed him, but he was afraid, more so than he’d been since he’d first agreed to let Gray help him find out what surrendering could really mean.
Mason moved to stand next to Gray. “Can I help him loosen up?”
Gray nodded. “As long as you don’t let him come.”
“Yes, sir,” Mason said. His face was flushed, his eyes dark. He’d obviously been anticipating this moment for a while.
As Mason reached out and skimmed a hand over Jack’s torso, he remembered a time months ago, when Mason had been as unsure as Jack felt now. That night, Jack had been the one to help him forget about being nervous. The three of them had come so far since then, but Jack worried he was taking them backward.
“Stop thinking,” Mason said. “That’s what this night is about—you turning off and letting us give you pleasure. Yes, you have decisions to make, but you’ve got to let go for a while before the stress eats you up.”
“You have decisions to make too, and Gray—”
Mason laid his fingers against Jack’s lips. “Not now.” Mason leaned forward and kissed him just as Jack was about to protest again.
The kiss was soft, gentle. Jack opened to Mason and the tension in his chest eased. He reached up to cup Mason’s face, glad the movement was no longer painful. Mason deepened the kiss and Jack yanked Mason against him so their cocks could rub against each other. “Want you. So much,” he said against Mason’s lips.
Gray cleared his throat. “Do not forget yourselves.”
Mason swiped his tongue across Jack’s lips, and they both looked at Gray. Mason was panting as hard as Jack even though simply standing upright didn’t require special effort for him.
Jack knew Gray had spoken, but his lover’s words hadn’t registered. His brain was foggy with Mason’s rich scent and the desperate need to get more friction on his dick.
“Yes, sir,” Mason responded, his voice hoarse.
Jack simply stared and kept humping Mason.
“Jack?” Gray prompted.
“If you come without permission I will find a way to punish you even with your current limitations.”
Don’t come. Punish. “Yes, sir.”
He wanted to come though. Right that second. He wanted to push Mason to his knees and drive his cock down Mason’s throat.
“At least he’s forgotten to be worried,” Mason said between nibbles on Jack’s neck.
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