Monday, August 30, 2010

The Queens of Merab: The Journey by Violet Summers

The Queens of Merab: The Journey by Violet  Summers

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The Queens of Merab: The Journey

by Violet Summers 

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-810-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Series: The Queens of Merab
Length: Hot Flash

Queen Temair and her Consorts may have won the first battle, but the war with the Male Rebellion is just beginning. Fyre Lord Miach and Rayne Lord Dathan, Temair's first two Consorts, must travel from their Queen's side to investigate charges of abuse against men at a village in the Fyre Lands. Alone together for the first time, the passion that's been simmering between the two men explodes, leading them on a journey of the body... and the heart.
The Queens of Merab: The Journey
Violet Summers
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Copyright ©2010 Violet Summers

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Miach settled more comfortably into the saddle and suppressed an irritated sigh. Last night had been the first he'd spent away from Temair since he'd bonded with her as Consort, and he'd hated it. Hated it. It hadn't helped that the rumors of abuse that had brought him out of the castle and across the countryside had proved to be true.
What had helped, surprisingly enough, was the presence of his fellow Consort.
Miach would have chosen to leave Dathan, Lord Rayne, behind with their wife for a number of reasons. There was the fact that, among the Consorts, Dathan was the only one whose magic was a match for Miach's own. At least that was the excuse he'd given their wife. But Temair had countered with the argument that her Aire Consort, Zevan, was a vicious and dirty fighter and made up in strategy what he lacked in experience. And, she'd commented from beneath raised brows, she wasn't a helpless female by any means. Which was true.
It was Earth Lord Elan, Temair's fourth Consort, who cornered Miach and called him on his attempted maneuvering. "You don't want to be alone with Dathan overnight," he'd rumbled in his resonant voice. Miach wanted to argue, but he couldn't. In his gentle, nonjudgmental way, Elan was right.
Miach and Dathan had been dancing around an attraction that baffled the Fyre Lord since even before Temair had chosen Dathan for her Second Consort. They'd finally acted on it -- up to a point -- in the Earth Lands, but Miach was still a bit uncomfortable with the bond. Not because Dathan was a male, but because Dathan had breached Miach's carefully constructed walls and forced his way into Miach's heart.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the sensation of being watched, but he didn't allow himself to turn and confront his observer. If he were to meet Dathan's gaze, he'd just be opening himself up to one of the Rayne Lord's smart-assed remarks. Instead he straightened his spine and tried to ignore the fact that Dathan's glowing blue gaze affected him like a physical caress.
"We need to stop." Miach suppressed a shiver at the sound of Dathan's velvety voice.
"We can make it home tonight," he countered, though he knew full well Dathan was correct. The journey to the small village on the outskirts of the Fyre Lands had only taken half a day, but the ensuing investigation, trial and sentencing had dragged late into the afternoon of the second day. Now, long past sunset, the men were still easily three or four hours from the castle, and it would be foolish to push the horses over unfamiliar terrain in the dark.
"Miach." Just his name in that touchable voice.
"Oh, fuck it." Miach gave in to the inevitable and pulled his horse to a stop.
Dathan, apparently knowing what was good for him for a change, was silent as they constructed a makeshift lean-to out of several dead branches and their saddle blankets. The amused smile on his face spoke volumes, though.
Horses groomed, fyre started, Miach was at loose ends. Dathan sprawled before the fyre, propped up on his elbows, one leg bent and listing slightly to the side, just enough to emphasize the bulge between his thighs. Miach wanted him. Wanted, wanted, wanted, and he was fucking pissed because he felt too awkward, too fucking shy, to make a move. Worse, he knew Dathan would welcome it, wanted him every bit as much.
The Rayne Lord's smile grew, and his tilted blue eyes danced with amusement as Miach wandered restlessly from horses to fyre to shelter and back.
"Come sit down, Consort. I promise not to jump on your delectable body." Laughter lurked in Dathan's voice, and Miach sent him a poisonous look, which his fellow Consort deliberately misinterpreted. "Oh," he asked, wide eyed and teasing, "did you want me to jump on you?"
Yes. Sacred elements, yes. Take the decision out of my hands. Miach growled, more at himself than at Dathan's teasing. Growled even more at the tender light that entered those sloe eyes.
Dathan rose, a ripple of golden skin in fine, thin wool breeches and an open cotton vest, and moved to stand in front of Miach. "Tell me what you want, Miach." His blue eyes were serious and intent. "You know you can have it." It was an echo of the words the Rayne Lord had spoken in the Earth Lands, and the memory zapped straight to Miach's balls, with an odd stop along the way to squeeze at his heart.
Looking into those eyes, Miach couldn't force out the truth, but he couldn't lie, either. "I want things to be easy," he muttered in compromise.
This time Dathan's laugh was amused, but empty of any mockery. "Oh, Consort, you are the least easy man I know." He laid a hand along Miach's jaw, and the heat seared him. "Not easy, but worth it. Tell me what you want, Miach," he repeated, stroking clever fingers down Miach's throat, sliding his hand around to cup Miach's neck, just holding, not pulling. "I need you to say the words."

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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Deep Space Encounters: Rescuing Natcha by Selena Blake

Rescuing Natacha by Selena  Blake

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Rescuing Natacha

by Selena Blake 

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-471-9
Genre(s): Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial
Series: Deep Space Encounters
Length: Novella


Halyn's mission was simple. On paper. Travel to PrimeC, rescue Natacha, bring her back to Isis on Del Sorna. But he should have known that no mission goes exactly as planned, and no matter how prepared the spacemerc was, he was not prepared for Natacha. Or the feelings she inspired.
In tight quarters with a strange man, running from the Federation, Natacha goes into withdrawal from the gas on PrimeC. Isis says Natacha can trust this man, but she's not sure she can trust herself.
The more he tries to soothe her symptoms, the more passionate she becomes. Is her lust real... or just a side effect? And just how long can a man be expected to stay out of her bed when she keeps begging him to join her?
Rescuing Natacha
Selena Blake
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Copyright ©2010 Selena Blake

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A ray gun blast whizzed by Halyn West's right shoulder, and he spun and returned fire. The woman, a PrimeC soldier dressed in white, fell back against the wall, a gaping wound in her chest. The stench of fried flesh filled the ultra modern lounge, but he knew she wasn't alone. He dropped to one knee behind a low-slung sofa and took out two more PrimeC soldiers who hugged the walls of an adjoining corridor, his aim deadly.
Halyn closed himself off to the chaos reigning around him and focused on the shadows, using his gift to sense danger. His job was to get in, rescue Isis's friend Natacha, and get out. In one piece. But the Federation army was early. Four weeks early by the sounds of the ray gun blasts from the hallway behind him. The residents, women being brainwashed and held against their will, ran past him. They wore matching masks of confusion and terror, obviously stunned by the sudden appearance of armed soldiers and the ensuing gunfight.
When he didn't see any more enemy troops, he rose to his full height and started for the wide hallway before him. With all the frightened women heading for the hills, the hall was eerily quiet. So quiet that he wondered if he was walking into an ambush. But he sensed nothing. Holding a gun in each hand, he aimed one left and the other right, walking sideways, his back to the wall. He counted each door as he passed and when he came to the fifth one, he stopped, turned, and aimed in both directions again. Next to the door, a digital sign read Natacha & Isis. He used the handle of his weapon to smash in the computerized panel below the sign and the door opened instantly.
He shifted the weapon in his left hand to aim directly in front of him as he stepped into the small, dimly lit space. Tension rippled through him, and his old shoulder wound throbbed. The first room contained two gray chairs and a small center table. He stepped further into the space, and a feminine moan filled his ears.
He stepped right, his gaze sweeping the bedroom beyond. There on one of the single wide beds was a woman in the throes of a passionate dream. Eyes firmly shut, she lay twisted with the covers, her gown hiked up around her chest. She continued to moan as her hands roamed over her stomach, hips, and...
He swallowed hard. Isis was right. Natacha was chocolate in a vanilla world. Her skin was so beautifully dark against the stark white sheets. Her hair fanned around her, covering her pillow as she turned her head left, right, then left again.
Now was not the time to be transfixed but -- he stepped closer, lowering the gun in his right hand. She rubbed her clit with four fingers, and her thighs spread wide as her hips tipped upward. Halyn cursed the blood rushing to his cock. He'd wasted too much time already, standing here watching some woman get off in her sleep.
Fuck. Her middle finger dipped between the slick folds and her hips tilted further, giving him an incredible view of the innermost folds of her pretty pink cunt.
The tip of her finger thrust inside her pussy, and a husky gasp escaped her lips. His gaze drifted up her body, over the heavy breasts beneath the sheer gown, the dark nipples poking the fabric, to her face. She was beautiful. Sensual, with a wide succulent mouth he had an uncontrollable urge to kiss. But he couldn't. Not now. Now, he needed to get her out of this hellhole.
Tucking his guns back in the holsters, he adjusted his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before he started toward Natacha. He'd stop off somewhere once he got Natacha back to Isis and take care of the... tension.
As much as he hated to stop her show, halt her dream and ruin her orgasm, time was of the essence. Federation troops would be crawling over this whole compound in a few short minutes. He bent, tucking his arms beneath her writhing body, and lifted her high against his chest. Though it was warm inside the compound, her skin was icy against his. Her sweet scent filled his nose, and surprisingly, she didn't wake. Did they drug the women so they'd sleep? Or was her dream really that powerful?
Looking down at the soft O of her lips he wondered what... who she was dreaming about. Damn it, that didn't matter right now. He turned for the door and saw a Federation soldier dart past.
"Damn," he muttered and turned back toward the single square window between the two beds. Face the troops or take his chances on the ice?
Without hesitating, Halyn swung Natacha up onto his shoulder, set his gun to blast, and fired two shots. One at the top of the window and one at the bottom. Once the smoke died down, a gaping hole beckoned escape and a wall of icy air blasted him.
Halyn whirled toward the soldier in the doorway. A single shot to the center of the other man's chest knocked him back into the hallway. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, Halyn turned back to the window and surveyed the icy landscape. The drop to the ground was about the same height as he was.
This was going to hurt. But less than getting his ass shot. He jumped. The ice crunched beneath his feet, his shoulder screamed with pain, and Natacha came to life with a start. She screamed something he didn't understand, but the knee to his gut told him she wanted down.
"Hold on, honey." Struggling to stay upright on the slippery ground, he gathered his strength and started toward the end of the building. All he had to do now was get to his ship. Another knee to the gut knocked his breath from his lungs. He dropped his hand from her hip to curl behind her knees, immobilizing them. All he had to do, he corrected, was get to the ship, keep the girl calm, and not get shot. Or killed. Or kiss the girl.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Bloody or Nothing: Sudsy by Kate Hill

Bloody or Nothing: Sudsy by Kate  Hill

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Bloody or Nothing: Sudsy

by Kate HillCover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-384-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Bloody or Nothing
Length: Novella


Las Vegas life is wild, but when it comes to vampiric activity, there is a protector who not only enforces the rules, but makes them too.
Sudsy Waters, owner of Bloody or Nothing, an exclusive vampire hotel, is an irresistible, ass-kicking beauty who put style in the dictionary and gave The Elixir Maidens their killer look. Usually Sudsy only gets involved with vamps, but when her path crosses that of a gorgeous singer in trouble, he lifts his "no mortals" rule.
Julian never dreamed his affair with an up-and-coming mixed martial artist would end in disaster, or in a conflict with a new vampire bloodline. No matter how bad things get, he intends to pursue the music career he's worked so hard for. While embarking on a passionate love affair, Julian and Sudsy join the fight against an evil intent on taking over the world.
Bloody or Nothing: Sudsy
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2010 Kate Hill

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The first thing Sudsy noticed about the singer was the scent of his blood. The second thing was that he was drop-dead gorgeous.
Normally Sudsy wouldn't complain about the scent of blood, especially when it smelled as delicious as this, but the problem was he shouldn't be able to detect it unless the man was bleeding. By the richness of the aroma, it wasn't a simple paper cut either.
Still one wouldn't know the handsome, black-haired hunk was hurt, not by the way he dominated the stage with almost boyish charm and held the high notes with the lung power of a champion swimmer.
Sudsy enjoyed catching the acts at other hotels in Las Vegas, but he was rarely impressed. He'd been hearing a lot about the singer who called himself Julian -- nothing else. Simply Julian.
From what Sudsy had heard so far, all the positive reviews about this guy had been well deserved.
Julian's voice caressed each word, but it wasn't just his finesse that held his audience captive. His pleasant, offhandedly sexy manner was a major turn-on to women while at the same time non-threatening to straight men. To a gay man like Sudsy, who just happened to like long black hair, a tall lean build and lips that begged to be kissed, Julian was an absolute dream.
Beyond the physical attraction and admiration for talent, Sudsy felt a hint of concern that grew along with the scent of Julian's blood. Where was the injury? It must be bandaged somewhere beneath his sexy black clothes and it probably hurt like a bastard.
Sudsy sat close enough to the stage that he could see sweat misting Julian's chiseled face. Though tied back in a ponytail, tendrils of his long black hair clung damply to his strong neck. He gave a lively performance, so it was hard to tell if he was perspiring from exertion, fever or pain. He was so poised that one couldn't tell by his actions or speech how he felt.
As the show drew to a close, the hotel manager approached Sudsy. He and Ross had known each other for years and while they weren't exactly friends, they got along well and treated each other hospitably on one another's territory.
"How did you like the show?" Ross asked. "Julian's great, isn't he?"
"Yes," Sudsy replied, glancing briefly at Ross, then once again fixing his gaze on the sexy singer. "Why is he performing in a dump like this?"
"Dump?" Ross glared. "Why, you --"
Sudsy chuckled. "I'm just kidding. Don't you know my sense of humor by now?"
Ross straightened his jacket and grunted. "You should know I have no sense of humor when it comes to my hotel. The show's just about over. Want to meet him?"
"I'd love to."
They rose from the table and Sudsy glanced at his untouched wine glass. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy a drink once in a while, but the scent of Julian's blood left him thirsty for something stronger than alcohol.
Sudsy was reluctant to leave before the show ended, but he knew it was better to beat the crowd. On his way past a glass partition, he caught sight of himself and smiled slightly. He had to admit he was a damn good-looking drag queen. Statuesque with ebony skin and gleaming dark eyes, he had a lean, muscular build that looked good in a dress, yet was cut enough for him to turn heads when he wore men's attire as well. His black hair was cut ultra-short, but tonight he wore a burgundy wig. The thick tendrils flowed down his back and nearly matched his dark red lipstick.
Ross led the way backstage and they arrived just as Julian was coming off. Sudsy thought he looked pale beneath the lights, but up close he was as white as a proverbial sheet.
"Julian, when you have a second, I'd like you to meet Sudsy. He owns the Bloody or Nothing Hotel a few blocks from here."
"Of course," Julian replied, his voice a bit rough after his performance. He nodded, but there was no missing the tension on his face. Sudsy's keen hearing detected his erratic heartbeat and recognized the signs of a human about to faint.
He strode forward and gripped Julian by the shoulders before he hit the floor.
"Hey, somebody get some water!" Ross shouted.
Julian hadn't exactly lost consciousness, but came very close. Slipping an arm around him, Sudsy guided him to a nearby chair.
"Just take a few deep breaths," Sudsy told him.
"What's wrong?" Ross demanded. He accepted the water a young woman handed to him and held it to Julian's lips.
The singer took the glass and sipped, then shook his head, his jaw set.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, the look on his face something between annoyance and embarrassment. "I've never passed out in my life."
"Are you sick?" Ross demanded.
"Don't worry. It's nothing that will keep me off stage tomorrow night," Julian told him, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"That's not why I asked," Ross said. "Even though I'm glad to hear it's nothing serious. Is it?"
"No. I'm just tired. Haven't been getting much sleep," Julian replied. Something told Sudsy that wasn't the complete truth.
"Would you like me to help you undress?" asked the young woman who had brought the water.
"No thanks, Marcy," he said. "I'm going straight up to my room and get some rest. You can get the clothes later."
She nodded and walked away.
"My costumer," Julian explained to Sudsy. "I'm sorry, but I won't be very good company right now. I hope you enjoyed the show."
Sudsy nodded. When Julian rose, he placed a hand on his elbow. Though he wasn't quite as pale as he had been a moment ago, he still didn't look well and smelled strongly of blood.
"Do you need help to your room?" Sudsy asked.
"I'm fine." Julian offered a slight smile. "It's nice to meet you."
"And you."
Once Julian left to take the back stairs to his room, Ross sighed deeply and said, "Performers. You never know what the hell is going on with them. I know Julian doesn't drink much and I doubt he has a drug problem, but --"
"He's probably just tired, like he said," Sudsy reassured him.
Ross didn't look convinced, but let the subject drop.
"I really need to get back to my place," Sudsy said. "See you later, Ross."
"Bye, Suds."
Sudsy also decided to take the back way -- he didn't leave the hotel. Instead he followed Julian. Traveling quickly and stealthily came with the territory. Within moments he'd tracked Julian and was glad he'd decided to follow him.
The singer sprawled in the fourth floor corridor, this time in a dead faint.

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Friday, August 27, 2010

L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Pleasure a la Carte by Madeline Oh

L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Pleasure a la Carte by Madeleine  Oh

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L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Pleasure a la Carte

by Madeleine OhCover art: Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-317-0
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves
Series: L'Auberge Pipistrelli
Length: Novella
L'Auberge Pipistrelli
St Pierre sur Clure
Alpes Maritimes.
Nice 30 km, Grasse 15km.

Comfortable accommodations in a restored country manor house and surrounding cottages. Every luxury assured. The management is committed to meeting the guests' every need -- no matter what it takes.

Maria is now head chef of the Auberge, and very content with her vampire lover, Acelin. Life is close to perfect -- until Elaine Vargas returns to L'Auberge Pipistrelli and Luc faces the quandary of his life -- can love and passion override deep seated and intense prejudice? Is there any hope for a lasting relationship between a lupo mannaro and a loup garou?
L'Auberge Pipistrelli -- The Inn of the Vampires... owned and operated by werewolves.
L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Pleasure a la Carte
Madeleine Oh
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Copyright ©2010 Madeleine Oh

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Luc Mannaro stared at the computer screen in disbelief. After months of near silence (a few exchanged e-mails didn't count) Elaine was coming back. Not just coming back to stay at L'Auberge Pipistrelli, but coming back for the full moon. That meant she planned on running with them, as her wolf.
Given as she'd saved his lupine hide last time she'd shared the hills with him, he couldn't complain. Besides, he had a connection with Elaine Vargas that had him thinking of her as a potential mate.
But -- and this was a stumbling block of major proportions -- how on earth could he even consider taking a loup garou as a mate, when Marcel and he had exiled Maria for the very same reason?
She'd been nineteen and far too young to mate anyway, but the idea of one of their ancient lupo mannaro lineage consorting with a mere loup garou had sent both Marcel and him into a flat panic.
It was close to impossible, but now he was considering the same possibility.
Maria would flip her lid. After she savaged him. He knew he could hold his own against her, but she'd grown into a strong and fierce wolf. She wouldn't let him get away unmarked. Ever.
"You're looking very pensive," the woman of his thoughts -- at least the sibling oriented ones -- said from the doorway. "Something wrong?"
"Just looking at the new bookings. There's a guest returning. I think she was one of your recommendations. Elaine Vargas."
Maria smiled and came to lean over his shoulder and look at the computer. "Did she enjoy her stay? She mentioned she was coming here but I never heard from her afterward."
Just as well. The last thing he needed was to be the subject of girl talk. "Seems she did enjoy herself." And him, although the pleasure was mutual. "She's coming back."
"Good! I'd love to see her again." Maria started to leave and he let out a breath. Too soon, she turned back and gave him a really wicked grin. "Which of you two entertained her? Or did you make it a threesome?"
"For crying out loud, Maria! What do you think we are?"
Her raucous laugh was totally unnecessary. "I think, dear brother, that the pair of you do everything in your power to send guests away satisfied. So, who took care of Elaine?"
She wasn't going to give up. "I did."
The laugh wasn't raucous this time, it was downright mischievous, with a sneaky little bit of dirty. "Good. She was pleased about everything? You were okay?"
He let out a low growl. The way she leaned on the doorjamb suggested she wasn't going anywhere for a while. He might as well tell her.
Better him than Marcel.
"She went home happy, very happy I hope, and you might as well know, she saved me after I got caught in a trap. An illegal trap, I hasten to add. She got me free and drove Marcel and me home on her back seat. If you'd mentioned she was a shifter, it would have been thoughtful."
Maria shrugged. "If I had mentioned she was loup garou, I bet you'd have been full that weekend."
"So?" she asked.
"So what?"
"What did you think of her, aside from her reprehensible bloodlines, of course?"
That was a very, very pointed dig. Understandable, he supposed, but had they used those very same words?
"Maria, did we really hurt you so much? We thought it was just calf love and he wasn't the right sort for you. What did you say he did for a living? Run a body shop? You have the heritage of the Mannaros in your blood."
"Oh, Luc, honestly!" She turned and walked away. Or rather strode away, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

New Reviews for Changeling Press 8/23/10

New Reviews for Changeling Press 8/23/10

Congratulations to Lizzie Lynn Lee, Cynthia Sax, Cat Marsters, Selena Illyria,
Shelby Morgen and Aubrey Ross!

CLAIMED (Lizzie Lynn Lee)
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

The mixture of fantasy, hormones and humor make for non-stop fun times and loads
of bedroom gymnastics! This story is hot enough to blow out the sun on the
brightest day.

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

. a well-woven tale of longing, lust, temptation, and trust. I'm sold on this
story and its writing. Great job Ms. Sax... I'll be looking for more from you.

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

What's a vampire slayer to do when she's becoming addicted to a certain
seductive Irish vampire? Stake her claim, of course! Their chemistry is so
intense and explosive.

SUBTERFUGE (Selena Illyria)
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

The chemistry between Ana and Diego is as explosive and strong as ever, the sex
as inferno hot, and the action as intense. Selena Illyria takes you on a wild

TROLL'S BLOG (Shelby Morgen)
Reviewed by Love Romances & More

.one hot, wicked ride that will leave you clamoring for more. I highly enjoyed
this series of hot stories and hope Troll comes back with a few more in the

Four & ½ Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

. very hot. The author did a great job pulling the reader right into the
emotional vortex between the two. I, for one, can't wait for the next book.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Shifting Priorities Collection by Anne Kane

Shifting Priorities (Collection) by Anne  Kane

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Shifting Priorities (Collection)

by Anne KaneCover art: ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-446-7
Genre(s): Collections
Length: Collection

Mating Ritual: When Jexx finds out the man she's just had fantastic sex with is one of the legendary Imperial were-panthers, she's impressed, but they've got more than technical problems to work out...
Mating Dance: Jakeb wants an heir, not a mate. When he rescues Kaitlyn, he proposes a deal -- her freedom for his heir. But they soon discover power isn't only about strength...
Mating Call: Cali uses her innocent face to con a living from gullible males. But when she decides to charm her way onto Darien's shuttle, pirates, an old acquaintance and an irresistibly sexy Imperial were-panther make for a voyage she'll never forget.
Mating Frenzy: Mykael knows that his co-pilot is also his bond-mate, but she refuses him, and his patience is running out. When they're forced to land on a primitive planet, they find themselves exploring more than the unique landscape.
This collection contains four previously released novellas in the Shifting Priorities series.
Shifting Priorities
Anne Kane
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Copyright ©2010 Anne Kane

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Jexx eyed up the two males stalking cockily toward her. The one on the right, a scrawny excuse for a man, had a sickly yellow cast to his naked torso. The arrogant swagger of his hulking partner, not to mention his toothy smirk, made her blood run cold. She flexed her hands, feeling the tingle of her battle implants coming online, and for the first time in her life, wondered if they would be enough to give her an edge. Why the hell did I obey the stupid rules and leave my weapons aboard ship? She shifted her stance, tossing her head so that the bells and trinkets woven into her long braids tinkled defiantly.
She started as a big arm circled her waist and drew her back against a hard body. A warm, musky smell invaded her senses and caused her pussy to tingle. Tome Rimmer.
"So this is what you get up to when I let you out of my sight." His low voice was every bit as sexy as she remembered.
She forced herself to relax into his hard body. "Nice to see you. Just happen to be in the neighborhood?" She kept her voice steady and looked up at the two males who were surveying the newcomer with disgruntled expressions on their faces. They'd obviously thought they could take her without too much trouble. Now they had to consider whether she was worth a fight.
Jexx twisted her head to study the harsh face of her ally. A strip of leather around his forehead restrained his shoulder length jet-black hair and gave him a raffish look. His angular face sported a Roman nose and high aristocratic cheekbones. Seven feet of solid, mouthwatering muscle flexed beneath a skin-hugging body suit. She licked her lips and tried not to think of how he looked without that body suit.
The two men locked eyes and came to a silent agreement. The yellow one drifted left, leaving the frontal assault to his companion.
Tome sighed theatrically and turned to place Jexx's smaller body protectively behind his. "I was really hoping you guys were smarter than you looked."
Jexx squelched the urge to slap him for his patronizing dismissal of her fighting abilities. She might be smaller than he was, but she was far from helpless. Typically alpha male, he insisted on treating her like a little lady in an Ancient Earth romance novel. She'd quickly learned that Imperial were-panthers had a wide protective streak when it came to females.
He'd also insisted she belonged with him -- he referred to her as his bond-mate. Just because she'd made the mistake of bedding him rather enthusiastically when she'd needed a little action did not give him any rights. Every time she'd pointed that out, he'd just smile and say it was part of the mating ritual.
She eyed up the heavy muscles roping across his back and licked her lips as she remembered how those muscles felt beneath her hands. Mating ritual be damned. She just appreciated his skills in certain areas. She'd have to make sure he got a nice, personal reward for handling these two cretins for her.
She watched him bare his teeth in a predatory smile as the two closed in on him. He looked edgy and restless. Jexx knew he'd spent the last week tracking her down and she felt an unfamiliar twinge of guilt. She'd snuck out in the dead of night shortly after discovering the man she'd just slept with was one of the mythical Imperial were-panthers. That wasn't what had spooked her though. No, she'd run when he'd casually claimed her as his bond-mate. She wasn't in the market for a bossy male to restrict her freedom.
She took a quick look around the yard. High fences on three of the four sides limited their options. The only exit from the courtyard was located behind the two men, which meant they couldn't just cut and run. Cement posts displaying statues of dubious artistic value ringed the perimeter and could prove dangerous obstacles in hand-to-hand combat. An uneven layer of gravel on the ground made footing treacherous.
"Come on, boys." Tome crouched low on his heels, gesturing the two in closer with a mocking flip of his hand. "You've got me two to one. You're not scared, are you?" He raised his brows and stared at them, a dismissive smile curving one corner of his mouth.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Dragon Kin: Raen by Michelle Hasker

Dragon Kin: Raen by Michelle  Hasker
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Dragon Kin: Raen

by Michelle HaskerCover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-475-7
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)
Length: Novella

Using her Internet friend to fulfill sexual fantasies isn't a problem -- until Raen meets him in person. Her desires deepen the feelings she's always had for Dru, and now nothing will do except capturing him and making him hers.
Dragon Kin: Raen
Michelle Hasker
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Copyright ©2010 Michelle Hasker

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"Here you go, cowboy." The tall, sassy waitress set a beer in front of him and walked away, hips swaying enticingly. Drustan didn't realize he was ogling her ass until Kyden elbowed him.
"Forget her, bud. She's an icicle. Bigger men than you have tried to thaw that ice queen and failed."
"Who said I wanted to thaw her?" Dru denied as someone walked in between them and blocked his view of the dark beauty. He hadn't seen her face, yet she captivated him like no other. She'd set the beer down too quickly and moved on, but that was probably because she was used to the goblins. Those freaks had quick hands and liked to touch things they had no right touching.
Dark brown waves danced down her back as she swiftly made her way through the crowd and back to the bar. The short sway of her black skirt revealed tempting glimpses of the backs of her knees and thighs. Dru found a woman with strong legs sexy, and this woman -- she had muscles like a tri-athlete. He knew she could wrap those legs around a man and --
"Dru?" Kyden nudged him again. "The guys just nominated you to buy the next round. You gonna try and get out of it or keep ogling Ice Mama's ass?"
He was about to retort with a witty comeback. Really, he was. But then he saw the gorgeous waitress smack at a goblin with a menu, and was halfway out of his seat before he knew it. He was across the room before Kyden even called his name again.
"Get your hands off me, you little creep." The woman swatted at the creature over and over. The goblin just laughed and danced out of reach before darting toward her and groping her ass again.
Drustan reached down and grabbed the maggot by the back of his neck and lifted him off the floor. The goblin turned to him, a look of shock quickly turning to disgust and anger. He hissed and tried to claw at Dru.
It didn't occur to him until he let his dragon out that he might scare off the waitress. It was too late to worry because his face had already partially changed. He blew a puff of smoke into the goblin's face. "Leave the lady alone or you'll be breakfast."
The goblin stared at him, hatred pouring out of every inch of his stinky flesh. "You'll be sorry..."
"I don't think so." Dru shook his head. "I eat critters like you for snacks and fill up with bigger threats like ogres for a more satisfying meal. Pick on someone else." Dru tossed him halfway across the room and focused on willing back the partial shift before he looked at the waitress.
Her gold eyes stared back at him from beneath long, thick lashes. "Thanks for your help, but I could have handled him." Her nose was dainty and pert, her lips full, lush and kissable. Her wary expression turned frightened as she quickly looked around. Fear for her job probably made her wonder if she'd be penalized for attacking the goblin with the menu.
Souler. His dragon hissed in a long, slow breath. Drustan swallowed, every thought except one vanished from his head. He needed to claim his mate.
"You're --"
"Raen. It's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled and held out her hand. He grinned and reached out, enfolding it in his. His dragon let out a loud sigh of pleasure at the simple touch. Dru watched the trepidation in her eyes change to something else. Her mouth rounded in an O that she quickly smothered with a smile, then a frown. Her once firm grip now shook as if in fear. Was she afraid of him? He thought her expression had been one of recognition, but the emotions flowed across her expressive face so quickly he couldn't be sure.
His nostrils flared as her smell enticed him. Fear and desire intertwined with her sweet raspberry vanilla scent, it wrapped around his cock and took a long, slow stroke. Claim her!
He'd been about to tell her she was his mate. His souler. He needed to tell her. They needed to mate before someone else claimed her. "You're --"
She giggled, a sweet feminine sound that tickled his ears and twitched his cock. Gently, she tugged her hand free and glanced at him coyly. That was when he realized she was shy. His sweet, gorgeous souler was shy! "Thanks for your help, cowboy. Maybe there is truth in the adage."
He crooked his head to the side, staring at her in fascination. He wanted to hold her hand again. To pull her close and kiss her. Taste her. He repeated her last word merely because he had no clue what she'd said. "Adage?"
"The good guys always wear white."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

An Act of Generosity by Sharon Marie Bidwell

An Act of Generosity by Sharon Maria Bidwell
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An Act of Generosity

by Sharon Maria BidwellCover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-472-6
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella


Robert may be gay, but he's a responsible adult, and a proper businessman. He hesitates to hire Lee, the man who's applied for the position of PA at his firm, knowing how hard it will be to deny his attraction to the much young man. And what's worse, his business partner's pressing Robert to rent a room in his flat to the new hire.
But Lee hasn't been entirely honest with his new employers. Lee's trying to unravel the mysteries of his past, but instead he finds himself falling for Robert. Lee knows Robert's got feelings for him, as well, but can he get the proper English gentleman to admit they might share more than lust? And what will happen when Robert finds out they share a past, as well?
An Act of Generosity
Sharon Maria Bidwell
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Copyright ©2010 Sharon Maria Bidwell

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"There's one more for you to see."
"There is?" Rob looked at his business partner's P.A. in surprise. He thought there were only five candidates for the job. He didn't remember a sixth.
"Yes. If you recall, I told you someone came into the office yesterday, answering the ad personally." Anna's abrupt tone was somewhat justified. She sounded not only blunt but understandably tired. Owing to Rob's procrastination to get his own assistant, her workload was almost double what it should be. Despite what he and Phillip paid her in overtime, it wasn't enough to make up for the extra hours she'd put in recently.
She marched over to rifle through the papers she had meticulously tidied on his desk only that morning -- no doubt an attempt to make him appear an acceptable candidate as someone's boss. These papers were already beginning to migrate in all directions of the compass. She pulled a resume from the pile and practically shoved it into his hand.
"Cutting it a bit fine," Rob muttered, without thinking. He tried to focus on the page, but the little black words appeared to dance in front of his eyes. He didn't like resumes anyway, and so he set the pages aside. He interviewed first and read the resumes afterwards. Anna would have weeded out the useless applications and already sent polite letters of refusal.
A look passed over her face, shoving that tired expression out of the way. Something in her gaze positively sparkled. "The young man said he knew he was cutting it fine, but that's why he was popping his resume in by hand. He'd only recently seen the advert, and been in a position to apply. He dropped by in order not to miss the deadline."
It took a moment for Rob's brain to catch up. "He?"
Anna tilted her head to one side. "Sexist?" she asked.
"Of course not!"
Anna turned her head to look pointedly at Phillip, who sat at a desk on the other side of the room. Phillip was quietly listening in on the interviews, so he could give his opinion if, or when, Rob needed it. He'd likely give his opinion in any case as whom they hired was important when both men had so much invested in their success.
"It is equal opportunities these days," Phil chimed in. "There are male secretaries."
"Personal assistants," Anna sniped. In her case, the difference counted. What Anna did was so much more than a secretary. What Rob needed was someone as capable as Anna was. Since Anna would largely be responsible for training the newbie, he wanted her impressions of the candidates too.
"Worth seeing?" he asked, tilting his head to one side questioningly, silently asking whether she was just teasing him.
"He's sitting in reception so you've got no choice, and definitely worth interviewing. I'd waste your time, but not mine."
Rob's lips twitched at the rebuke even as he shook his head. "Fine. As he's here, I have no option, so you can show him in." He had no intention of hiring a guy, though. Anna pursed her lips as if she knew that.
"Give him a fair chance," she said. "I'll send him in soon. Give you a five-minute break." She turned on her heel and went out.
Bless Anna. She'd not only organised all the interviewees, she'd given him breaks between and trundled them in and out with her usual efficiency. She'd even left him a list of questions it probably wouldn't have crossed his mind to ask.
"You know the reason for that expression on her face?" Phillip asked. Rob stared across the room at him, frowning. "The pursed lips," Phil elaborated. "It denotes long-lasting disapproval. You have to give this guy a fair go."
"I do?"
Phillip sighed. "There's nothing wrong with having a male assistant."
"Would you?"
"Yes, if it was that and have someone as efficient as Anna is, or put up with second best. God forbid I ever have to replace her. Which," Phil stressed, glaring across the room at him, "could very well happen if you don't hurry up and get your own assistant. She won't put up with the way things are forever. I'd pick the best person for the job, even if that meant I had a man working for me."
"Yeah, but in your case people wouldn't assume he was working under you. The first hint that I'm gay and he'll probably sue me for sexual harassment." Rob picked up the resume and searched down the page. "Hell, this guy is only twenty-one!"
"And you're such an old man at twenty-nine."
"Thirty," Rob corrected.
"Not yet."
"Soon enough."
"Stop throwing the intervening months away, and stop trying to change the subject. You having a male assistant is no different than me having a female one."
"It feels different."
"It shouldn't."
No, it shouldn't, but it did. Rob stared at the resume lying on his desk without seeing it.
"Give him a fair go," Phillip insisted.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires by Selena Illyria

Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires by Selena  Illyria
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Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires

by Selena IllyriaCover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-397-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Unbound Passions
Length: Novella

Van has sealed his incubus nature away, denying himself pleasure and happiness. Despite his past pain, he desires elven princess Belle. Keeping her at arm's length is all he can do to keep his hungers in check.
When Belle finally decides to let go, release her inner vixen and seduce Van, how can he resist?
But when he turns the tables the question becomes who is seducing who?
Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2010 Selena Illyria

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Van stood as still as he could, but the sensations running over him made it difficult. Silk caressed his skin. Slivers of softness rushed up his arms and down his back to tease the crack of his ass. Shivers of pleasure skittered along his nerve endings as the silk slid between his legs, teasing his balls and the underside of his cock. Up his belly the fabric went, until the strips ran over his nipples. He cried out as a tongue lapped at the hardened nub, first one then the other, followed by the brief pain of a bite. Lips were randomly pressed against his back, the cheeks of his bottom, his thighs, stomach, chest and neck. Liquid desire dribbled down his cock as his desire grew. He wanted to come, needed to release the pressure building inside him.
A hand wrapped around his thick, blood-heavy shaft. Nimble fingers squeezed just under his cockhead, drawing out a harsh shout of pain. His oncoming climax was stopped, just out of reach. He drew in a deep breath. The scent of lavender and arousal surrounded him, teasing his nose.
"No coming. I didn't tell you yet," a soft feminine voice murmured. The tone so low and husky, it helped fan the flames of need higher.
Van's fangs ached. They had distended as soon as he'd entered the room. The sharp points pierced his lower lip, reminding him that he needed to feed on blood. Her blood.
"Shhh, I know what you need, what you want," she whispered. Soft lips pressed butterfly kisses on his chest. "And I can give it to you if you'd just ask."
He shook his head.
"You refuse your need?" She chuckled.
Van opened his mouth to reply, but all sound was cut off when she lapped at his nipple, setting off sparks of electricity that shot straight to his groin. A moan escaped his mouth. The hand's grip loosened. Leisurely she stroked him, drawing out more drops of pre-cum. The thick trails of liquid need slipped down his cock, adding to his ecstasy and ache.
"Yes. I can take anything you dish out," he growled through his teeth. In truth, he was so close to losing control, it scared him. He didn't normally allow himself to be tied up like this. In fact, he wasn't sure how he'd gotten this way. One minute he'd walked into the suite ready for another night of pleasure, and the next he was on his knees before her. Belle. At the thought of her name, he groaned aloud.
"Doesn't sound like you can hold on."
"I can."
"We'll see." Her lips left his body; her hand disappeared. Cold air caressed his overheated flesh. Sharp taps of high-heeled shoes hitting stone echoed around the room. A large thud could be heard, and the sounds of objects being moved around followed. The next sound he heard was a sharp crack renting the air. He flinched as if he'd been hit. Van shook his head.
"No, I will not be flogged. I will not be whipped." Fear chased away the arousal. How can she be so cruel? A cold sweat broke out over his forehead and upper lip. He began to struggle against the bonds that held him in place. Leather creaked with each movement. Chains clanged against each other as he struggled.
"Don't worry. Shhh, it's okay." The soft touch of Belle's hand caressed down his back and over his bottom before rubbing his sides in a soothing motion. She placed a kiss on his shoulder. "No flogging, no whips, okay?"
Van nodded his head.
"I'll just have to find another way to tease you." Belle kissed him again before walking away. Van slouched in relief. He could tolerate anything she threw at him except for a few things. Flogging and whipping were two of those things. While he waited for her return, Van thought about his current situation. He had never thought that Belle, of all people, would have him tied up like this. If his friends could see him, they would be laughing. Van always needed to be in control. In this moment, he didn't mind so much. The pleasure she was giving him was reward enough. He looked forward to seeing what she would think up next.
"No flogging or whips, so what about feathers? Do you like those?" Softness caressed his cock, sending a shiver up his spine. The tingles at the small of his back increased. He sucked in a large breath as tendrils of pleasure extended through his body. Brief touches of the feathers teased his cock, balls, inner thighs, and the backs of his knees before they worked their way up to his ass and spine. He shook with the effort to hold back. When the feathers got to the back of his neck, he couldn't stop himself -- he began to laugh.
"You think this is funny? Let's see how you feel about this." Her footsteps made their way around him to the front. The feathers returned to tease his cock. Each stroke, every brush drove him mad. His fingers twitched as he tried to keep from reaching out to her. His toes scrunched and relaxed as his body quaked with need to move, to do something to stop the torment. His desire grew more, the flames rising higher. Van began to drown in sensation. He was overwhelmed with lust and need, pain and pleasure. What he was feeling, what she was doing to him, pushed him beyond limits he hadn't even known he had.
He cried out when he felt the flick of her tongue at the slit of his cock. She did it again and again as the feathers moved lower to tickle his ball sac. Van snapped. He felt his actions as though from a distance. His mouth fell open and a roar resounded. His muscles flexed as he jerked his arms up, snapping the chains that were connected to the floor. He grabbed Belle's shoulders and pushed her back.
"No more," he grunted out.
Liquid midnight brown eyes gazed up at him. No fear or hesitation showed on her face. A smile curled her lips, and her pointed ears twitched. She reached up, pushed his hands away and straightened up. Belle placed her hands on his chest. With strength he didn't know she had, she shoved him. He moved backward until his back hit the wall.
"Finally, it's playtime. I was getting bored." She moved with a swiftness only the elves possessed. In the blink of an eye, she was on him. Her lips covered his body, sucking at his skin. Her nails raked his sides as he buried his hands in her hair. With a groan, he pulled her head back, lowered his face and took her mouth in a possessive, hungry kiss. Van released her hair and began tearing at her clothes. He ripped the laces of her corset and shoved it off of her arms, tore at her bra and yanked at the waistband of her skirt.
She moved her face back. "You're going to owe me new clothes, incubus."
"Don't care." He moved his hands down to rip at her panties. For a moment he thought of dropping to his knees and taking off her boots. No time.
Instead, he guided her toward the massive bed at the other end of the room. They tripped over each other as they maneuvered around tables and chairs. Mental note: get rid of the furniture in my suite.
Finally, they reached the end of the bed. Impatient for her and aching for release, he grasped her hips, lifting her off of her feet and onto the platform bed. She scooted back on the mattress, pausing to remove the ripped remains of her underwear. Belle was a study in perfection with her full breasts topped by dark nipples, trim waist and ample hips. She moved back further until her milk chocolate skin was half bathed in shadow, and only her thigh-high boots were illuminated by the golden light of candles.
He watched her spread her legs. It was too dark to see her pussy lips, even with his vampiric vision. Van cursed himself for insisting on having curtains around the bed. A giggle made him pause.
"Can't see me, can you? Let me tell you what I'm doing now. I'm teasing my pussy lips, stroking them slowly while I imagine it's your tongue lapping my labia." A moan followed those words. A ripple of impatience went through him. Van climbed on the bed and made his way toward her.
"I'm now stroking my clit. Oh goddess, Van, so close. I want you inside of me now."
He didn't have to be told twice. He crawled up her body until he covered her completely. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Belle's dark brown eyes -- now black -- glittered with the flames of desire. Her scent became stronger. He groaned as he felt her skin rubbing against his stomach.
"You're still touching yourself," he murmured. Van hung over her, waiting for her answer.
That single word was like a gunshot at the starting line. He needed to be inside Belle. Now! The movement of her arm stopped, and then he felt leather pressing against his waist. Sharp pinpricks of pain burst on the backs of his thighs as her heels pressed into the skin. She rolled her hips, and he felt the first brush of the damp lips of her sex against his cock. Van shook as he tried to hold back the urge to just drive into her, not wanting to be too rough. With great restraint, he reached down between them to position himself at her entrance.
Just the feel of her soft skin against his cockhead pushed at his control. Swallowing and taking in a deep breath, he thrust forward. His body shook as he pushed his cock inside inch by inch. Once he was fully seated inside of her, Van stopped to savor the feel of her tight wet heat surrounding his cock. His heart hammered in his chest as every instinct in him screamed for him to move. Instead, he remained as still as possible. With deep breaths and concentration, he pulled out and moved back, building up a rhythm between them. Belle moved with him, occasionally squeezing her vaginal muscles, intensifying the pleasure.
They moved against each other. Her nipples brushed his chest. Her nails raked his back. The pace picked up. The sound of wet flesh slapping and sliding against each other filled the air. His incisors throbbed. Moisture pooled in his mouth as the urge to sink his fangs into her neck and drink slipped into his desire to claim her. He fought himself, wanting to keep his urges out of this joining, but they became an insistent buzz that wouldn't go away.
Belle turned her head to the side, exposing the long column of her neck to him. "Drink, Van. Please."
Her fingers slipped into his hair. She pulled his head down. Stifling a groan, he moved his face closer. Van took a second to trace a line from the crook of her neck to her pulse point with his tongue and she moaned.
He growled at the burst of pain before scraping his fangs over her jugular.
"Please," she mewled, arching her neck.
Unable to resist her plea, he opened his mouth wide before biting down. Her blood burst into his mouth, rushing over his taste buds. His body came alive. Electricity danced along his nerve endings as he fed. Everything became magnified: the slide of their bodies, the salty tang of her blood, the pleasure from the simple act of pulling out and pushing into her tight sheath.
Van moaned around the wound. The world narrowed down to fucking and drinking. The tattoo between his shoulder blades burned as his incubus nature awakened. His hungers increased. He began to move his hips faster, pounding her pussy harder. Fire danced along his spine as the pleasure increased. With each thrust and every sip, he was pushed closer and closer to climax. Pressure welled up inside until the sensations spilled over. His cock twitched and thickened. His balls pulled closer to his body.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Van shouted out his release just as his alarm clock sounded. The dream faded around the edges.
"NO!" He yelled out as his cock continued to spurt jets of come. Shaking, the sheets clinging to his sweat-soaked body, he groaned as the fantasy melted into nothing. The last of his seed dribbled out to stain the bedding. Breathing hard, Van rolled over. The hunger and thirst had been fed, but the man in him felt unsatisfied. It had all been a dream, one he hadn't wanted to wake up from.