Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Snowfire: Three by Riley Ashford

Snowfire: Three
by Riley Ashford

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-198-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash


When banned werewolf Jaron Dunmore has a chance encounter with gorgeous vampire Kirk Raynard and his human lover, Leann, he eagerly agrees to their sensual proposition. But their night of passion will give the lonely wolf a very unexpected gift…


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Jaron Dunmore sat at his favorite table in Starbuck’s, his mocha gone cold and his newspaper unread. His heart yammered in his chest -- the result of both an undeniable attraction to a stranger and a blatant fear that he’d gone bonkers.
I’m gay. I like men. He’d told this mantra to his dick again and again. It wasn’t listening. Gay. Men. Love touching their chests and penises and muscled thighs. Love masculine lips on mine, male fingers stroking my flesh, and cocks in my hands, my mouth, my ass.
His gaze traveled around the interior of the small café until it once again landed on the tall brunette sitting at a corner table near the windows.
His cock reacted to the female. It got hard. Rod-of-steel hard. And the fantasies that his mind spun about that woman’s breasts! He’d never before had an urge to touch, much less taste any part of a woman.
Worst of all, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel his cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Wanted to feel her breasts scrape his chest. Wanted to hear her breathy feminine moans in his ear.
His body rigid with the weird desire, Jaron gave up pretenses and stared openly at the woman. She wasn’t pretty. Not in a traditional sense. Her cheekbones were too high, her lips too full, her nose too thin. Yet there was a shimmering beauty about her. Abstract and untouchable. Goddess-like.
Lust heated his blood, thrummed through his balls and hardened his cock. Her flawless skin required little make-up. Her hair was the color of milk chocolate and her eyes were dark brown. She was tall and stacked and dressed for the cold weather in boots, jeans, sweater, and a leather jacket. She sipped her coffee and read a magazine.
She lifted her gaze and caught him in the act of checking her out. Schmuck! Get out of here before you do something really stupid.
He put on his coat and threw away the cold coffee and unread newspaper. As he reached to push open the glass door, he found long, pale fingers wrapped around his wrist. Startled, he looked into the gaze of the woman who had tilted his world on its axis.
“Hello,” she said. Her eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence and -- oh shit -- attraction. His gaze drifted down to the hand on his sleeve. Her nails were neatly trimmed and coated with clear polish. She liked all the wonderful feminine qualities of being a girl, but not in a way that showed off.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her smile revealing a dimple near her right cheek. “I didn’t realize you were mute.”
“I’m not,” he said. “But I am gay. Very gay.”
“That’s nice. Is stating your sexual preference part of introductions where you’re from?”


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