Damon's: King of Damon's by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: King of Damon's

by Sophia Titheniel cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-272-2

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Damon's

Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1337

Blurb:
Summer Striptease -- does it get any better than this?

Summer's starting in the post-modern hip Los Angeles, and Elves and Humans alike line up outside of Damon's to get tickets for the event of the season: the striptease contest, King of Damon's. Hot, steamy, gorgeous creatures taking their clothes off. Endless possibilities to get laid. Does it get any better than this?

Thomas doesn't think so. Proud of his collection of notches on the bedpost, he enters the contest with no other goal than fuck his way through the rest of the contestants. His game comes to an abrupt halt, however, when he's faced with his first rejection. Euriel is simply not interested... or so he says. What does Euriel really want? Will Thomas be able to give it to him?
Excerpt:
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"Do you know what day it is?"

Alyan didn't know what day it was. Actually, he didn't want to know what time it was. He didn't care what day it was because, come to think of it, it couldn't be any day, because the day had not started. "Mfngh," he muttered eloquently as bright, mean light was thrown in his face.

"Alyan! Come on, it's nearly 8 AM."

Alyan groaned and tried to shuffle deeper underneath the covers, clinging to the remains of sleep with all the stubbornness of an Elfling.

The strong smell of coffee penetrated his sleep addled brain. Alyan sighed and rolled over, cracking one eye open and shooting the source of all the commotion a mean glare.

"Morning, sunshine."

"Morning, asshole." Alyan fumbled with the covers and tried to pull them over his head, but Damon wouldn't have any of it. He yanked the sheet back and grinned at Alyan, thoroughly enjoying their little song and dance.

Alyan thoroughly hated it. He actually hated anyone that could spring out of bed like they hadn't worked ten hours straight the previous night and look just as beautiful as they would've looked after a weekend in a spa resort. And of course, Damon belonged to that category.

Alyan hated him so much. For real.

"Come on," Damon ruffled Alyan's hair and sat down on the bed, waving the hot coffee cup under his nose. "We have lots to do today."

"You should've thought of that before fucking me unconscious last night," Alyan shot back, but he did grudgingly accept the coffee, downing it in one go and nearly choking on it when it scorched his throat.

"Complain, complain." Damon waited patiently as Alyan coughed and spluttered on his coffee. "That's all you do."

"I don't complain about the sex," Alyan clarified. "I do complain about being tossed out of bed before the sun rises." Damon silently and eloquently pointed at the bright light shining in the sky. "It's a figure of speech. Whatever. I'm too tired to argue."

Damon leant in and kissed the frown off Alyan's face, his hand running down Alyan's cheek to his neck, thumb rubbing in the hollow of his throat. Alyan sighed and parted his lips, allowing Damon's tongue to sneak past. There was a slow, dreamlike quality to their kiss, as though all the urgency from Damon's wakeup call had melted away.

Alyan sighed, struggling to keep his eyes open, drinking in the beauty of Damon's face, the way his eyelashes fluttered on his high cheekbones, the pale tone of his skin, the gentle caress of his hair over the sides of his jaw. He was so stupidly handsome that Alyan almost couldn't bear to stare at him.

Damon's fingertips skimmed down the sides of Alyan's chest, dipping just below the waistband of his pants, finding warm skin. Alyan looped his other arm around Damon's neck. Alyan tangled his hand into Damon's hair, pulling him closer, suddenly much keener on being awake. "You taste like caramel," Alyan whispered, dazed, his grin lopsided and warm.

"Pancakes." Damon kissed his lips again, shifting on the bed so that he could throw one leg over Alyan's hips, straddling him --

"Argh!"

Hot, hot, hot hot hot hot motherfuckinghot!

Coffee sprayed on the sheets, on Alyan's chest and general crotch area -- and go with Alyan on this, okay? You don't want hot beverages anywhere near that very vital section of an Elf's body. Not if you want to get laid anytime in the next century, that is.

"Oh, fuck -- fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm -- shit, that hurts -- I'm sorry --"

Damon jumped on the spot, getting out of his stained PJs and trying to work in some damage control. Alyan merely sat with his face between his hands and slowly died of awkward.

It had to be said -- everyone who thought Elves were that kind of cool, aplomb race? Well, they never met Alyan. He had a knack for working himself into embarrassing corners, and even after over a year and half spent living with Damon, his boyfriend's cool did not rub off on him.

Even if technically it had been Damon knocking into the coffee, it was Alyan's cup, and it was Alyan who hadn't a) put it down or b) finished it when he could. He was red hot all over, and when he felt the bed sink down with Damon's weight, he barely dared to peer between his fingers to where Damon was sitting, smiling at him.

"I'm such a klutz."

"No, you're not. And it was my fault in the first place."

Alyan sighed. "You know you don't have to say it --"

"I'm not just saying it. I mean it. I knocked the cup over. I was swept up in the moment, one might say."

Damon pried Alyan's hands off his face and kissed the joined fingertips with a smirk. Alyan felt his heart trip and fall, all over, for the beautiful creature in bed with him. He coughed and sort of looked down at their coffee-stained sheets, then back up in Damon's still grinning face. "So. Um. What's up? I mean, not -- you know, not... in a double entendre meaning or anything like that. I mean, just -- uh -- why did you wake me up?"

"Hm? Oh, yes." Damon bounced excitedly on the bed like a toddler, his grin widening. "Well, do you know what day it is today?"

"Uhhh..." Alyan raked his brains for a couple of seconds, but came up with nothing. "Friday?"

"Wrong! I mean, yes. It's Friday. But that's not what I was asking." He bounced again. "It's Summer Solstice!"

Well, fuck. He had completely forgotten. Having lived amongst humans for so long, Alyan had grown accustomed to their celebrations much more than his own race's traditions. "Oh," was all he could say.

"Yes, oh!" Damon rolled his eyes at him. "Come on. Grab a shower and get dressed. We're gonna be leaving in five."

"Leaving? What -- where to?"

"To the club, of course," Damon quickly stole a kiss from his lips and bounced off the bed. "We have tons of shit to get ready."

Alyan stared at the spot from where Damon had disappeared for a moment before shrugging and finally getting out of bed. After the coffee incident, the least he could do was to go with the flow on this one. Something told him he would've known a lot more than he needed to know by the end of the morning anyway. Pointless to worry about that now.http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1337

Damon's: Masked by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Masked
by Sophia Titheniel

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-271-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1265

Blurb:

It's time for the annual Masked Ball at Damon's. Meredith, Alyan's meddlesome sister, organizes it herself. All guests are granted anonymity, thanks to mandatory costumes and masks, and couples and singles mingle in the great club's ballroom for a night of adventure and eroticism.

The ball is Alyan's chance to spice up his and Damon's relationship a little. With the help of his sister, he picks the perfect disguise and lures Damon to the master bedroom for a highly erotic foursome with two beautiful strangers. It's the first time Alyan has tried something this daring. What will happen when Damon finds out the two strangers are none other than their friends, Jesse and Alagos?




Excerpt:
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"You mean to tell me you haven't fucked in over three weeks?"
"Shh!" Alyan looked around the crowded coffee shop, waving his hands agitatedly in front of his sister's face. "Keep it down, will you?"
Meredith shook her head and sipped her coffee, surveying Alyan with narrow, shrewd eyes. "How did you let this happen?"
"I didn't let this happen. I don't voluntarily give up sex, you know," he muttered, eyes skittering from side to side as though he was afraid someone might listen in.
"But it has happened, right? That's why we're here."
Alyan sighed. He rubbed his face with both his hands and nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay, care to tell me how this all started?"
"There's not a precise day," Alyan mumbled. "We're just busy with the club."
"Right." She paused, took another sip from her cup. "So when was the last time you two had sex?"
Alyan blushed crimson. Even if there had never been what you would call a line between him and his sister, in terms of sharing personal information, he still didn't feel quite comfortable talking about his and Damon's sex life in a very public place. Especially considering that public place wasn't two blocks away from Alyan's former office. And true, Alyan was doing so much better now that he wasn't working in that smothering, nine to five environment anymore, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with being caught by one of his ex-coworkers while sharing intimate details with his sister.
"It was, uhh, four weeks ago," Alyan confessed, downing his coffee as though he wished it were whiskey. "We were closing up... Jesse and the other bartenders had gone home. We, um, sneaked in one of the rooms and... you know."
"Wait, oral doesn't count. It's either all the way, or you need to give me another date."
"It was all the way," Alyan gritted out. "But we've both been too busy, or too tired, or too --"
"Boring," Meredith finished, biting into a chocolate éclair and giving her brother a look. "All excuses."
"They aren't excuses!"
"You are immortal beings. Your sex drive should behave accordingly. If it dies after only a few human months, well, then, we have a problem."
And that was precisely what Alyan was afraid of, what he couldn't admit, not even to himself. Alyan knew that even if his parents, bless their souls, would never say so, he was quite the disgrace to the Elven kind. He lacked the charm, he lacked the innate confidence, sensuality and elegance that was distinctive of their race. When the barriers between humans and Elves had come crumbling down, Alyan saw it as a blessing, a way he could mingle and draw as little attention to himself as possible. He lived life on the sidelines and that had always been fine with him, but Damon?
Fuck, Damon. Alyan buried his face in his hands and sighed. Everyone said he and Damon were an explosive couple, opposites attracted, and so on, but Alyan knew just how exciting Damon's life had been before they got together.
Even though it had been Damon who pushed for Alyan to move in with him and be all domestic, Alyan couldn't squish that nasty voice at the back of his mind that kept reminding him how boring he was. And if their sex life had gone sideways he knew, reasonably, that he wasn't the only one to blame (takes two to tango and all that). He still couldn't help but feel like it was up to him to try and fix it.
"What can I do, Meredith?" Alyan urged her, feeling slightly desperate. "I don't know what he wants."
"You're his boyfriend," Meredith retorted. "And you've been his best friend for the best part of a millennium. If you don't know, how should I?"
"Because you're his best friend, as well," Alyan pressed. "If there's anyone in the world that knows anything about him, it's you. I'm not going to ask his exes."
"Well, maybe you should," Meredith said bluntly, leveling him with a hard stare. "They didn't seem to have a problem keeping him between the sheets."
"You're supposed to be on my side."
"I am."
"Then be helpful!"
"I am being helpful. I'm telling you, right now, that if you want to know how to get your sex life back on track, I am not the person you should ask for help. After all, I've never slept with the Elf."
Alyan sniggered. "One of the few."
Meredith smacked him on the head. "I'm serious. There're opportunities to, as they say, rekindle the flame, and it's up to you to try and find them."
"So what am I supposed to do, track down each and every single one of Damon's partners?"
"Not all of them," she smirked. "One's gonna be enough."
Alyan blinked at her. "One who?"

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1265

Damon's: Blind Date by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Blind Date
by Sophia Titheniel

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-504-2
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1231

Blurb:

Life for a waiter at the most glamorous and hip multi-racial club of all the West Coast should be just that: hip and glamorous. Not for Jesse, though. The only human waiter in the club, he watches the special nights of Damon's slide right past him, without having the courage to ever take advantage of any of that.
When Damon finds out that Jesse's not only closeted, but still a virgin, he and Alyan set him up on a blind date with Alagos, a skilled habitué of Damon's nights, who wants nothing more than to introduce Jesse to the thrills of sex and bondage. After an exhilarating first time, Jesse realizes he can't get enough of Alagos. He's going to do his best to break Alagos of his "no strings attached" rule and win the Elf's heart -- one blind date at a time.

Excerpt:

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"Damon?"
Damon turned around, smiling once he saw Jesse, one of the club's best employees. "Yeah?"
"There are people demanding a Wednesday special, despite my trying to explain I can't get them a Speed Dating card tonight. I don't really know what to do anymore."
"I'll take care of it," Damon said with a smile. "Where are they?"
"Booth seven," Jesse said, gesturing toward the back of the club.
Damon gave a cheeky wink to Alyan and pressed a soft, wet kiss on his lips. "Don't go anywhere."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Damon breezed toward the back booths, and Alyan turned to Jesse.
"Night's going smooth so far?" Alyan asked, walking back to the bar with him.
"Despite people not knowing the calendar, yeah, it's going fine." Jesse answered with a smile as they both slid behind the bar.
Alyan liked Jesse. He knew Damon couldn't understand the kid's shyness, especially because Jesse was outrageously good looking -- to be a human, that's it. Jesse had that fair complexion that could've almost passed him for one of Elven kind, had his nose and cheekbones not been dusted with freckles. He was tall, not as tall as Alyan, but close enough, and his shoulders were broad, the result of hard manual labor and gym work. And despite all that, and working in one of the classiest clubs in all of LA, where the most beautiful singles from all species came to mingle and pair up, Jesse stayed in the background, shaking cocktails and mixing drinks and generally being polite and professional to everyone, but still only in the background.
Alyan knew it drove Damon crazy. Damon just couldn't comprehend how someone could not want to enjoy himself, how could anyone lack the confidence that he oozed from his every pore. If Damon had a fault, it was his inability to put himself in someone else's shoes. Alyan understood Jesse's plight, probably better than most people. Alyan had spent his centuries-long life feeling awkward, out of place and uncomfortable in his skin while everything around him changed, everyone adapted but him. Meredith made fun of him, in that exasperated, patronizing but loving older sister way, but Alyan just couldn't get past his own issues.
Jesse, in many ways, was very similar to Alyan, even if the reasons behind his attitude were different. And Alyan didn't know exactly which reasons he had, but he still felt for him. Jesse wasn't that comfortable around Alyan yet, even though he'd warmed up considerably since the very first weeks. Alyan wished he could sit the kid down and talk to him. To say what, he had no idea yet, but he just felt as though part of the loneliness most of his kind were used to feeling, because of the burden and gift of immortality, was crushing their bartender.
"When is your night off?" Alyan asked as he started on mixing himself a Screaming Orgasm. The bar was mostly quiet, thankfully, the perfect moment to try and start a conversation.
"Ah, it was gonna be tomorrow, but I told Damon I could work anyway, since Teleon is sick."
Alyan gave him a curious glance. "You've been here every night this week. Surely you want to chill out tomorrow?"
"I don't really have anything to do," Jesse said with a small shrug, turning to give Alyan a smile as he slid a glass his way, so that Alyan could pour his cocktail into it.
"Hey gorgeous, can I buy you one?"
Both of them turned to see a beautiful female Elf, her hair thick, red and wavy, her eyes sparkling blue, leaning across the bar and sliding a bill across it to Jesse. Jesse blinked, as though he didn't really get the implications behind her request. He glanced back at Alyan, then gave her a smile and passed her a shot of tequila. "No, but this one is on the house."
Alyan barely restrained from rolling his eyes a little, and kept his smile to himself. The female Elf gulped down the shot, holding Jesse's gaze seductively before sliding off her stool and pushing herself closer to him. "What time do you get off?"
"Way late," Jesse said, his tone apologetic. He glanced back to Alyan, the look in his eyes sort of desperate, and Alyan quickly cottoned on.
"Jesse, can you come here a moment?"
The female Elf slouched away with a pout, and Jesse took a sigh of relief as he downed what was supposed to be Alyan's drink. "What was that about? She was a knockout."
Jesse blushed slightly, but avoided Alyan's eyes as he finished the cocktail, mumbling something under his breath that could've been anything.
Alyan frowned, perplexed, but before he could get in a word, Damon was back, his hand sliding in the back pocket of Alyan's jeans.
"Hey there," Damon whispered, kissing the side of Alyan's neck.
"Hey. All sorted?"
"Yeah, I had Kalvin kick them out," Damon said indifferently, his grin glowing brighter as Alyan rolled his eyes at him. "Come on."
"Where?"
"Meaning business."
Alyan snorted. It was one of Damon's codes. Sometimes his boyfriend (his boyfriend, didn't that make him giggle like a schoolgirl) was a few cards short of a full deck. Damon was crazy about noir movies and gangster flicks, and he found it immensely amusing that every time there was a night club scene, after you'd seen all the crowd and the dancing people and scantily-clad waitresses, there were always the back rooms where the people in black were "meaning business."
Damon had a lot of these impromptu crazy eureka moments, and Alyan had learned to give in to whatever he came up with. They were what made Alyan fall in love with him in the first place. "Right," he said, grinning at Damon and clasping their fingers together. "Jesse, you okay --"
"I'll take care of the bar," Jesse finished easily, smiling at them.
"You're awesome," Damon beamed. He tugged on Alyan's hand, and before Alyan could actually inquire if Jesse was doing okay, he was dragged away by Damon toward one of the back rooms.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1231