DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (12 May)

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (12 May):
(full first chapters online)

** Well Nigh Impossible by Sharon Maria Bidwell
(Erotic Contemporary Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/05/well-nigh-impossible-by-sharon-maria-bidwell/

** Zombies Don't Make Good Pets by Ashlynn Monroe
(Erotic Paranormal Romance, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/05/zombies-dont-make-good-pets-by-ashlynn-monroe/

** Demon Apprentice by Sarah Barimen
(Erotic Paranormal Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/05/demon-apprentice-by-sarah-barimen/

** Crease Violations by Elizabeth Jewell
(Contemporary Erotica, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/05/crease-violations-by-elizabeth-jewell/


Revisit 21 Feb 2013 New Releases at The Books Blurb Blog:

** Forever Wicked: Collar and Bell by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic Shifter BDSM Romance, IR, MF)
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/05/forever-wicked-collar-and-bell.html

** Soul Debt: Party Girl by Ayla Ruse
(Erotic Dark Fantasy Romance, MMF)
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/05/soul-debt-party-girl.html

** Gason Victors and the Private Professor by Kate Hill
(Erotic Contemporary Romance, MF)
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/05/gascon-victors-and-private-professor.html

** Stargazers Collection by Anne Kane
(Erotic SciFi Romance, MFM)
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/05/stargazers.html

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

New Releases 09 May 2013

Well Nigh Impossible by Sharon Maria Bidwell $3.99

It's the end of the world as Colin and Nigel know it.

 

Zombies Don’t Make Good Pets by Ashlynn Monroe $3.99

Just Cora's luck. The perfect guy shows up, the world's going crazy and certain death waits outside.

 

Demon Apprentice (Soul Debt) by Sarah Barimen $3.49

Jack's a demon in training now, and it's sexier than he ever imagined!

 

Crease Violations (Razor’s Edge) by Elizabeth Jewell $2.99

The Russian goalie needs to be punished for his misdeeds before he can get back on track.

Available NOW at http://ChangelingPress.com

 

May's Discount Code: MayDay2013 -- 10% off any order

 

Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge -- stop by the Changeling Bar and Grill every Friday for our latest Flash Fiction Challenge! Readers, authors, reviewers -- anyone over 18 is welcome to come out and play!

 

Challenge:
- Write a quickie with the above theme
- 100 to 150 words
- any authors or readers can come out and play
- Post at the Changeling Bar and Grill
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress

 

 

Margaret RileyPublisher
http://ChangelingPress.com
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com
http://RazorsEdgePress.com
Romance with Fiction Burns

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (31 March)

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (31 March):
(full first chapters online)

** Chai Latte by Elizabeth Jewell and Marteeka Karland
(Erotic Paranormal Romance, MMF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/chai-latte-by-elizabeth-jewell-and-marteeka-karland/

** Pretty Boy by Ana Raine
(Erotic Contemporary BDSM Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/pretty-boy-by-ana-raine/

** Soaked by Jocelyn Michel
(Erotic Vampire Romance, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/soaked-by-jocelyn-michel/

** (Spotlight) The Marker by Shelby Morgen
(Erotic Contemporary Cougar Romantic Suspense, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2011/01/the-marker-by-shelby-morgen/

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

New Releases 28 March 2013

Café Midnight: Chai Latte by Elizabeth Jewell and Marteeka Karland $4.49

Jessalyn's going to keep her two men, even if she has to battle a goddess to do it.

Pretty Boy by Ana Raine $3.99

Who is Master, and will he be dominant enough to make Kai scream into submission?

 

Wild Things 6: Soaked by Jocelyn Michel $3.49

Cass is on the lookout for a Kraken, but there are more than mythical sea monsters in the water.

 

SPOTLIGHT: The Marker by Shelby Morgen $5.49

Peace, love, sex, drugs, murder... and the IRA?

 

Now Available at http://ChangelingPress.com

 

Last week for our March Madness sale -- 10% off every order, all month long! Just use the code MarchMadness2013 at checkout!

 

Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge -- stop by the Changeling Bar and Frill every Friday for our latest Flash Fiction Challenge! Readers, authors, reviewers -- anyone over 18 is welcome to come out and play!

 

Challenge:
- Write a quickie with the above theme
- 100 to 150 words
- any authors or readers can come out and play
- Post at the Changeling Bar and Grill
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress

 

Margaret RileyPublisher
http://ChangelingPress.com
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com
http://RazorsEdgePress.com
Romance with Fiction Burns

Marteeka's Dreams - Experience the Magic: Chai Latte (with Elizabeth Jewell)

Look what's coming soon...

Marteeka's Dreams - Experience the Magic: Chai Latte (with Elizabeth Jewell)

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays (22 October)

Join Changeling Press every Monday for new release excerpts and Saturdays for excerpts from the books that started the company on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters.

Here's what posted today 22 October:
** Demon Wars 1: Dancing for Her Demon by Cynthia Sax (Paranormal)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/dancing-for-her-demon-by-cynthia-sax.html

** Protect and Serve: Realm of Night by Mikala Ash (MMF BDSM Shifter)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/realm-of-night-by-mikala-ash.html

** Leashed by Melyssa Jay (MFM BDSM Contemporary)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/leashed-by-melyssa-jay.html

From Razor's Edge Press:
** Lust and Ice by M.A. Church (MM Paranormal)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/lust-and-ice-by-ma-church.html

From Saturday:

** Forbidden 1: Forbidden by Marteeka Karland (Futuristic)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/forbidden-forbidden-by-marteeka-karland.html

** Kiss in the Dark 2: Locations by Shelby Morgen (Contemporary)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/locations-by-shelby-morgen.html

** Demon Lover by Kate Hill (Dark Fantasy)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/demon-lover-by-kate-hill.html

** A Man Called Lust by Stephanie Burke (Time Travel Futuristic Shifter)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/a-man-called-lust-by-stephanie-burke.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass by Elizabeth Jewell (MM Vampire)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/shadowed-glass-by-elizabeth-jewell.html

** Dragon Kin: Resistance by Selena Illyria (BDSM IR Urban Fantasy)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/resistance-by-selena-illyria.html

** Inked 1: Rough Waters by Kate Hill (Vampire)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/rough-waters-by-kate-hill.html

** Singing up the Sun by Adera Orfanelli (MM SciFi)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/singing-up-sun-by-adera-orfanelli.html

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

Now Available at ARe, Amazon and B&N: Sep 19th

Now Available at AllRomanceEbooks.com, BN.com, and Amazon.com

Shibari Auction House 3: Ben by Sean Michael $3.99

• https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-benshibariauctionhouse-944671-143.html
• http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ben-sean-michael/1112927168?ean=2940015677515
• http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009CFYS0W

Dragonfire 3: Covert by B.J. McCall $4.99

• https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-covertdragonfire-944673-140.html
• http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/covert-bj-mccall/1112927192?ean=2940015677737
• http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009CFYSG6

Forever Wicked: Risking Red by Kaylee Grayson $3.99

• https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-riskingredforeverwicked-944672-140.html
• http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/risking-red-kaylee-grayson/1112927185?ean=2940015677690
• http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009CFYP0A

Razor's Edge: (Puck You) Outta My Crease by Elizabeth Jewell $1.99

• https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-outtamycreaserazor039sedge-944674-145.html
• http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/outta-my-crease-elizabeth-jewell/1112927197?ean=2940015677768
• http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009CBJQA8

This week at ChangelingPress.com

1¢ Sale! Cosmic Cops: Dark Ecstasy by B.J. McCall

Dark Ecstasy -- sex with a real live human male. And the best part -- it's totally anonymous...

http://changelingpress.com/catalog.php?upt=book&ufilter=genre&uid=18

Flash Fiction 100 word Challenge!

Where? Changeling Bar And Grill!

(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/changelingpress/)

Who? Changeling authors & readers -- and yes, other authors can come play, as well -- all we ask is that you limit your signature line to no more than two lines.

Theme/scenario: New theme announced every Friday.

Got an idea for a Flash Fiction Theme?

Submit it to flashfictionthemes@changelingpress.com -- top choices will get your own Flash Fiction weekend at Changeling.

Margaret RileyPublisher
www.ChangelingPress.com
www.RazorsEdgePress.com

Razor's Edge: Puck You Two by Elizabeth Jewell

Razor's Edge: Puck You, Two
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-916-5
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Series: Puck You
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 19

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1751

Blurb
When Philippe Bessette runs into Jaroslav Láska in a bar, he knows he should walk away. But Láska knows what Bessette wants, and this time he's going to make Bessette beg for it.


http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1751

Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass by Elizabeth Jewell

Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass

by Elizabeth Jewell Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-599-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1588

Blurb:

Vampire Olav hasn't seen his lover, Rig, in centuries... until he looks in the Mirror.
Olav, a vampire, is at a business meeting in Fiji when he sees a strange, wooded landscape in the mirror in an elevator. The mirror draws him through, and he finds himself face-to-face with Rig, the only man he's ever loved, who disappeared hundreds of years before.
Rig has been in the wasteland behind the mirror for centuries, being punished by a man he wronged in his former life. Will Olav's love be enough to free him from eternal torment?

Excerpt:
Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass
Elizabeth Jewell
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Elizabeth Jewell

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.

Olav was tired. Not so much in the physical sense -- vampires didn't really suffer from weariness except in cases of extreme duress. No, this was more a mental tired. Or maybe emotional. Either way, he couldn't say he was enjoying it.
For most people suffering from unspecified existential fatigue, a business trip to the Tavoro Sands Resort in Fiji would be a welcome distraction. For Olav, it was just another trip where he'd have to make excuses about for avoiding the beach.
Straightening his tie, he gave a practiced sigh as he waited for the elevator. After four hundred years, he was a natural at fake breathing. He'd worked at the Brinks and Anderson law firm for three years now, and no one suspected he was anything but human.
In fact, no one had suspected he was anything but human for a long time. He didn't hang out with other vampires, though he could have. Finding a local cadre guaranteed certain social advantages as well as better access to decent food. But the truth of the matter was, he just didn't care. He hadn't cared in a very long time.
The elevator door slid open, and he stepped in. The soft sound of the doors sliding shut reminded him of something. He wasn't certain what; the sensation lingered just at the edge of his consciousness, like something glimpsed out of the corner of his eye.
Snow, he thought, and then, Rig.
God. Rig. He hadn't thought about Rig in decades -- centuries, even. In fact, he had actively not thought about Rig, and the mere drift of the name across his consciousness felt like a fist to his gut.
He was alone on the elevator. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and pushed the emergency stop button. Like everything else at the resort, it was well maintained and designed for comfort.
Rig. Olav had loved Rig at a time when he'd been certain he was incapable of any kind of emotion at all. Maybe that was why Olav had suddenly thought of him. Because right now Olav felt every bit as empty as he had then. Just as numb. Just as lost. Just as broken.
He turned to put his back against the elevator door, facing the mirrored back wall. He was glad he was alone. The shifting and jostling it would have taken to keep another occupant of the elevator from noting the strange muddiness of his reflection was more than he wanted to deal with at the moment. Or, for that matter, ever.
Rig. Strong, powerful, forged of ice and fire, with hands so big they had engulfed Olav's face whenever Rig kissed him. A warrior, born when Olav had been but a fledgling, and Rig had been his first eternal companion.
It should have been that way, anyway. But Rig had just disappeared one day with no explanation, no warning, and nothing left behind but a dull, aching hole in Olav's memory.
Where moments before Olav had felt nothing, now suddenly the memory of emotion threatened to overwhelm him. He felt tears gathering along the edges of his eyes. Why was he remembering this now? He stared at the muddled reflection he cast back from the mirror, his features and clothing reduced to something like a smeared watercolor. After all these years, he didn't even know for certain what he looked like.
Then, as he stared, willing the blurred shapes to resolve into something he could make sense of, the surface of the mirror began to change.
It was a strange effect, like nothing he'd ever seen before. If it resembled anything, it was like looking through ice to see the fish still swimming below. Only he didn't see fish.
He saw trees. Not waving, kelpy fronds like one might see at the bottom of an iced-over pond, but sturdy evergreens. Snow lay in piles between them, and suddenly he could almost hear the raucous singing from the alehouse, hear the boasting warriors and the songs of the skalds.
Almost, almost, he could hear home.

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1588

Solar Flare: Emerald Earth by Elizabeth Jewell

Solar Flare: Emerald Earth
by Elizabeth Jewell
Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-564-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Solar Flare
Length: Novella
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1542
Blurb:
Twenty-five years after its disappearance, the long-haul freighter Lightning Girl returns to Earth with only two passengers left alive. Ash and Trev were lovers when catastrophe befell the freighter, but after twenty-five years of solitude and starvation, things may never be the same between them again.


Excerpt:
Solar Flare: Emerald Earth


Elizabeth Jewell

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Elizabeth Jewell

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.

Cal Harper was five years old when the long haul freighter Lightning Girl disappeared. He remembered seeing the news story on Widenet one evening while he was eating chicken bites and macaroni and thinking it was the saddest thing he'd ever heard. All those people lost, so far from home, and probably nobody would ever know what had happened to them.

But life went on. He never completely forgot about the lost ship, but other things occupied his attention. School, music, girls. He earned a degree in journalism, fell in love with a woman, did a stint on a long haul freighter himself, partly to write about it, partly to stay with the woman.

Then he lost her, and space lost its appeal for him. He observed the news and wrote about it. He mourned. Sometimes, still, he thought about Lightning Girl. Sometimes, he still wondered what had happened to her.

* * *

The news came through on the press boards. Cal was at his desk watching Widenet to see how the competition was handling a recent story about a political scandal in Italy. He glanced to his left to look at the monitor where the press alerts were scrolling across the screen and saw the words out of the corner of his eye, but what he was reading didn't quite register until he turned back to his own monitor. Then, as it clicked, he turned back to the press alerts.

A vehicle drifting past the orbit of Pluto has been identified as the long missing Lightning Girl. No information yet on whether anyone remains alive aboard the freighter.

He felt his breath rise hard and high in his chest, his heart beating faster as he remembered that day when he'd seen the story about Lightning Girl's disappearance. Twenty-five years. What were the chances anyone would still be alive? Although there had been a vampire on board, he remembered.

Italy, he decided, could wait. This was his new story.

* * *

Trev was worried about Ash. He'd been worried for so long it had become a constant background hum, a slow buzz of anxiety that colored every moment. Even when he slept now, as deeply as the daysleep took him, he felt the tension, and it leached its way into his dreams.

Twenty-five years. Ash had been a vampire for twenty-five years, and at no point during that time had he been able to function with full nutrition, full rest, or any of the things he needed to understand and control the vampire nature Trev had conferred on him.

Sometimes, looking at Ash's haunted eyes, the way he flinched now whenever he left the compact solitude of his tiny sleeping berth, Trev wondered if he should have just let Ash die.

But then he would have been alone the last quarter century, facing the same kind of deprivation and flying in silent solitude into the dark.

He'd done it before. No vampire lived as long as Trev had without experiencing at least one long bout of solitude and starvation. It was one of the many dangers inherent in immortality. Once he'd spent six months buried when the building he'd been in had collapsed in an earthquake.

But Trev had been two centuries old when that had happened. He'd been familiar with his systems, with his body, with his hunger. Ash had none of that. Ash had plunged directly from human to vampire. Silent, isolated, starving vampire.

When they'd made the decision -- under duress, soaked with the fear of imminent death -- they'd had no idea they'd be alone this long. Trev had suspected it, or at least had known somewhere in the back of his mind it was a possibility, but the need to stay alive, to keep Ash alive, had overridden caution about what might happen.

Vampire as he was, Trev was still in many ways human.

So was Ash. In many more ways. And that was what made it all so hard.

Trev had been in the engineering section when they first entered a space where the stars seemed familiar. He'd stared at the readouts for a time, looking at the numbers, at the graphical representations of the space they'd entered. The twinge of recognition at the back of his skull made him squint more closely, and finally made him get up, leave engineering, and go to the bridge.

They'd had the baffles closed over the main viewscreen for a long time. Years, maybe. Trev wasn't sure. An irate screeling noise rose from them when Trev activated the switch to open them.

They opened, though, slowly and ponderously and with great protest. Trev settled down into the captain's chair and stared out at the vast black.

A vast black spread with stars he knew.

Something tight and hot inside him loosened. For a long, suspended moment he thought he might weep. Then he blinked, and smiled, and went to tell Ash.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1542

Sugarplum: Blitzened by Elizabeth Jewell

Read an excerpt

Sugarplum: Blitzened

by Elizabeth JewellCover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-522-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Vampires, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Sugarplums

Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1511

Blurb:
Nick hasn't seen Ian in a while -- Ian's been studying. But when Christmas Eve rolls around, the vampire bouncer gets a yen to kindle some holiday spirit in his human boyfriend's heart.
Excerpt:
Sugarplum: Blitzened
Elizabeth Jewell
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Elizabeth Jewell

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.

Even as a kid, Nick Marshall hadn't had much use for Christmas. While his friends all seemed cheery, happy and full of holiday spirit, he spent most of the weeks before the holiday listening to his parents argue about money, then about whether Nick should have been born in the first place. Then, if he was lucky, he maybe got a sweater or a pair of socks next to the fireplace where the Christmas tree wasn't.
Frankly, it had been a pain in the ass.
These days, he spent Christmas Eve behind the bar, drying Highball glasses and listening to the customers whine. It was amazing how many vampires, blessed with immortality, could do nothing but bitch about how their current holiday celebrations were completely fucked because they could no longer step inside a religious establishment of any kind. Of course, they could if they really wanted to. Nick had gone to a Christmas Eve service once and, aside from a raging headache for three days after, had survived the experience.
He could kind of understand it from the young man sitting at the bar right now. Wearing too-low jeans and a too-tight T-shirt, he'd only been Turned a few months ago. It was, as he'd said nineteen times already, his first Christmas dead. That one was always the hardest.
"We're having a party here," Nick offered, mostly in an attempt to shut the kid down. "Should be fun. I hear some bite junkies are coming by to provide refreshments." He wasn't planning to attend, himself. He still didn't entirely believe the generally held assumption that vampires couldn't get any horrible diseases from bite junkies. Not that he had any evidence, anecdotal or otherwise, to support his theory. Bite junkies just squicked him out.
The kid blinked, his expression owlish under his eyeliner. Didn't he know emo was out of fashion? Or was it? Nick had lost track about the time bell-bottoms had gone out of style.
"It's not the same," the kid said. "There's nothing like sitting in church singing Christmas carols."
"You went to church a lot before you were Turned?" He could at least try to be sympathetic, Nick thought. He could definitely understand missing long-standing human habits, especially if you were newly-Turned.
Another blink. "No, not really."
Okay, that was it. He'd done his level best. Nick didn't wear the sympathetic bartender persona very well on the best of days, and today it was just asking too much. "Well, then, what the fuck difference does it make?"
For a horrible, seemingly eternal moment, Nick thought the kid was going to burst into tears. "Oh, my God, you suck!" he said, and flounced off to mope at a table. Jeez. Kid needed to get laid for Christmas.
"You are aware, of course, that you really do suck." The voice came from behind Nick; he turned to see Trey leaning across the bar behind him, playing with an empty shot glass. The tall, slim vampire was wearing a green velvet jacket over black skinny jeans and a bright red T-shirt. His auburn hair fell in full, lovely lady locks onto his shoulders, and his brown eyes regarded Nick with something between derision and humor. He was about as pretty as a man could get without being a girl. He was also a complete asshole.
"Why are you here?" Nick asked blandly. He was pushing his luck -- Trey was the head of the local cadre and technically could have Nick banished, shunned, beheaded or put out in the sun if he wanted to. He generally wasn't quite that much of a dick, though. Generally he was just annoying as ever-loving fuck. Generally.
Apparently Trey had been infected by the Christmas spirit, because he only tilted his head and smiled. There. Christmas spirit. There was a horrible disease you could get from bite junkies. "Just inspecting the establishment," Trey said. "Endeavoring to ensure everyone is following the rules."
"Is making dumb emo kids cry against the rules?"
Trey chuckled. "Perhaps. I do get weary of the noobs, though, I have to say."
Wow. Trey really was in a good mood. Nick wondered in passing why he'd actually stopped by. Probably just to make an appearance, keep everybody on their toes. Trey was like that. Things had been so much better when Roarke had been around. More laid-back. Or so Nick had been told.
"So," Trey said, taking a lazy step closer. "Why aren't you home cuddling with your boyfriend under the tree?"
It was Nick's turn to blink. He didn't really have a good answer to that question. "He's busy. Finals or something."
Trey made an obnoxious clicking noise. "On Christmas Eve? I think not." Trey leaned over the bar. He was far too close. Nick could smell his cologne. Fucker always smelled like the nineteenth century. Maybe the eighteenth -- Nick wasn't sure. "Has there been some dire misunderstanding? Trouble, as it were, in paradise? I could still claim him, you know. He was quite delectable, as I recall. All that curly hair..."
Nick made a solid effort to collect himself; telling Trey to fuck off would undoubtedly be bad for his health. "Nothing like that."
"Well, then. Take the rest of this hallowed Eve off. Visit your sweetling and make passionate love under the arching evergreen branches of your seasonal tree. I insist."
"Right," said Nick.
"I truly do," said Trey.
"Fine," said Nick. "Fine. I will."
God only knew what Ian would think about it, though. But, thinking about all that curly hair, Nick decided he was willing to find out.
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1511

New Reviews for Changeling Press - 6/21/10

 

New Reviews for Changeling Press 6/21/10

Congratulations to Jade Buchanan, Elizabeth Jewell, Sarah Black, Mina

Carter, Lena Austin, and Aubrey Ross!

ACHAN'S PEACE (Jade Buchanan)
Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Three men, all wounded souls all worthy of love.The three
together are a perfect combination centering on the healing properties of love
and the importance of family and friends.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2010/06/achans-peace.html

BONDED (Elizabeth Jewell)
Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Bonded is a mixture of suspense, interesting characters and steamy sex. Ms. Jewell has laid a great foundation for what should be a series you won't soon forget.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonded.html
 
COOKIES (Sarah Black)
Five Stars from Rainbow Reviews

This delightful, flavorful short erotic romance has everything a reader could ask for: mouth-watering food scenes that seem to have slipped out of the pages of the yummiest gourmet magazine, two totally crave-able heroes.

http://www.rainbow-reviews.com/?p=6364

MAN ABOUT THE HOUSE (Mina Carter)
Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Man About The House is a quirky addition to the Wicked Wraiths series and I thank Mina Carter for bringing the heat and the humor in this story. I loved how desire struck Corvin and Janelle like an electric shock.

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MAN VS. WILD (Lena Austin)
Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Their mutual love of nature is the great foundation for these men to build their relationship on..a fantastic journey through Yellowstone.

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UNWANTED DESIRE (Aubrey Ross)
Four Lips from Two Lips Reviews

The writing sweeps you into the story and keeps you engaged with non-stop action, and scorching hot sex! The main characters come to life with their witty dialog and the passion that explodes between them.

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Gomorrah: Bonded by Elizabeth Jewell

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Gomorrah: Bonded

by Elizabeth Jewell cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-448-1

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Gomorrah

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Ian has wondered about Gomorrah, the seedy bar/sex club downtown, for years. Now that he's single again, he decides to check it out. It can't be that bad, can it? And surely all those rumors about vampires are bunk.
Nick's a bouncer at Gomorrah, and when he sees Ian, he sees fresh meat. Or fresh blood, as the vampire patrons of the club will think. Trying to protect the younger man, Nick instead finds himself in a bit of a pickle involving the head of the local cadre, and the only way out is to get a lot closer to Ian than he ever intended.
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Gomorrah: Bonded
Elizabeth Jewell
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Copyright ©2010 Elizabeth Jewell

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Rumors had run rampant about the bar on Colfax in downtown Denver for years. Ian had been hearing about it since his senior year of high school, when he came out to his parents and took Roy to the prom. But, two years into college at DU, Roy had decided he really wasn't gay after all and had married some girl named Jo Ellen so fast Ian had assumed there was a shotgun involved. There wasn't, of course, but Ian heard later that a Fundamentalist minister and some sort of "reparative therapist," whatever the fuck that meant, had seen quite a lot of Roy before Roy had decided Ian was no longer his cup of tea.
In any case, Ian was still bitter. Which was at least one reason why he was standing by the front door of Gomorrah, wondering if he really, truly had the balls to go inside what was rumored to be one of the kinkiest sex clubs in the city.
Ian was gay but he wasn't into cruising, picking up dudes for one-night stands or getting high and fucking anything he could get his hands on. That had always seemed a little perverted to him. He believed in finding that just-right guy and settling down with a couple of dogs and maybe some adopted kids. Or at least he had. Then Roy's experience had shown him there were a lot of other ways to pervert people. Checking out what Gomorrah had to offer -- just once -- seemed like not that big a deal.
Which of course was why he'd been standing here for fifteen minutes trying to decide if he was really, truly going to go inside.
Ian was so absorbed in his own thoughts, and his inability to make a decision, that he jumped when the door to the club opened. He recognized the man who emerged as a bouncer who'd been watching him off and on for the last several minutes. When the time had moved from 8:59 to 9:00, he'd gone inside. Now he came down the few steps from the door, shrugging into a black leather jacket and giving Ian another curious look.
"You on your own, kid?"
The guy was barely older than Ian, in his late twenties, maybe, but somehow the "kid" didn't rankle. Much.
Ian shrugged, thinking it was kind of a creepy question. "I'm allowed to stand here, right?"
The bouncer grinned. In spite of his size -- he had a couple of inches on Ian and maybe twenty pounds, all of it muscle -- Ian didn't find him all that menacing when he grinned.
"It's not illegal, but it's not the best idea. Not the best idea going in there on your own, either." He seemed a bit more sober at this last.
"I can take care of myself." Ian was shooting for self-assured, but it came out closer to petulant.
"Yeah, I bet you can." Ian wasn't sure if the other man was mocking him or not. "Tell you what. I could use a drink. I'll take you in."
Ian hesitated. The guy seemed genuine enough. On reflection, he wasn't even all that creepy. He was big, with a shaved head and the edge of some kind of tribal tattoo peeking out from under his collar, but somehow he seemed safe. Maybe Ian was just being naïve and dumb, but he'd gotten this far trusting his instincts. He nodded.
"Cool," said the bouncer. "I'm Nick." He held out his hand.
Ian took it. The grip was firm, the hand itself big enough to engulf Ian's. "Ian."
Nick nodded. "Okay, one thing before we go in." His expression had sobered. "Everything you've heard about this place, all the stuff you're sure is pure bullshit? It's all true."
On that ominous note, he turned and led the way back up the stairs.
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Best-Laid Plans of Mice and Authors...

...gang aft agly. In this case, it's not a big deal. But my book, Gomorrah: Bonded, originally scheduled for 6-25, is now coming out... this Friday, 6-11 (or technically Thursday unless you're in one of the areas M picks as the "it's Friday Somewhere" for release date purposes).

So here's the scoop... with great cover art from Renee George, who whipped this lovely puppy together in record time.

At Gomorrah, the customers drink you.

Ian has wondered about Gomorrah, the seedy bar/sex club downtown, for years. Now that he's single again, he decides to check it out. It can't be that bad, can it? And surely all those rumors about vampires are bunk.

Nick's a bouncer at Gomorrah, and when he sees Ian, he sees fresh meat. Or fresh blood, as the vampire patrons of the club will think. Trying to protect the younger man, Nick instead finds himself in a bit of a pickle involving the head of the local cadre, and the only way out is to get a lot closer to Ian than he ever intended.

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The Chocolatier by Elizabeth Jewell

The Chocolatier
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-294-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Sex and Chocolate
Length: Novella







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Perry Scranton's chocolate shop in Silver River, Colorado, sells more than just orgasm-worthy truffles. His specialty is magical chocolate that leads whoever tastes it to their true love.
In spite of his magical matchmaking, Perry remains single. He expects he will remain so, since he's gay, just turned forty, and lives in a tiny mountain town where his dating pool is so limited it might as well be nonexistent.
Until Foster Carlisle walks into his shop, tall and lean and hot as hell. With a strange feeling Foster might be "the one," Perry hands him a very special piece of chocolate and hopes for the best...

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"That'll be nine-fifty, Mrs. Carson." Perry Scranton tied a neat ribbon about the package of chocolates and handed them to Milly Carson. Expensive, he knew, for a half-dozen chocolates, but they were worth every penny.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Scranton." She looked at the package, then back up at Perry. "You're sure they'll work?"
Perry smiled. "I'm never really sure, ma'am, but I haven't had any complaints yet."
The statement seemed to please her, for she smiled, then leaned over the counter to speak directly to Perry.
"You ought to make some of those special chocolates for yourself. You could use a sweet young thing in your life."
Perry nodded a little. "Well, I think I'm getting a bit too old for sweet young things."
"Still. Worth a shot, isn't it?"
With a chuckle, she left the shop.
Perry watched her go, then turned his attention back to the cash register. He straightened the bills, making sure they all faced the same direction.
She wasn't the first person who'd pointed out the irony of the business he did. He sold chocolates to lovers, chocolates that were meant to bring lovers together. No one but Perry really understood how it worked. If he told anyone else, they wouldn't believe him, anyway.
But it had never worked for him. He'd tried, once or twice, putting his special magic in a truffle or two for his own table, when a likely prospect had happened by. But the likely prospects had barely looked twice, moving on to other men.
He'd told himself at the time they just hadn't been the right one, but now, with his fortieth birthday two weeks in the past, he was beginning to think there would never be a right one.
Especially not here. When Milly Carson had mentioned "sweet young things," Perry was pretty sure she'd meant female things. Perry wasn't all that interested in female things. He liked his partners with dicks, thank you very much.
At forty, in a small town like this, he was more than past his prime. He might as well resign himself to a life of matchmaking for everybody else, while he entertained himself in the evenings with crappy porn, a tube of KY, and his own hand.
The bag of chocolates he'd just sold Millie would bring her daughter to her true love. They'd bring Perry nine dollars and fifty cents and another plus sign for his reputation.
He snapped on fresh plastic gloves and turned to the ganache he was molding for the next batch of truffles. Not magic ones this time -- just plain, ordinary, to-die-for dark chocolate truffles.
Well. Maybe a little magic. Just enough to keep them all coming back.
He was carefully pouring melted chocolate over the exactly formed mounds of ganache when the bells above the front door tinkled again. Perry looked up with a smile to greet the arriving customer.
And froze.
The young man who walked in was easily the hottest thing he'd seen in all his ten years of living in Silver River, Colorado. Tall and lean, with stylishly spiky dark hair and eyes so bright blue they almost seemed to glow, he sauntered into the store, taking in the shelves and gift baskets.
"Afternoon," Perry said, his voice surprisingly calm in spite of the turmoil that had begun in his body. "What can I do you for?"
A poor turn of phrase, he thought as the words came out of his mouth. The young man looked up and grinned at him. "Just checking you out," he said.
Perry blinked. Another interesting turn of phrase. He wondered how the young man had meant it.
"You're Perry Scranton?" he asked. "The owner?"
"Yeah." He held out a hand over the counter and the other man took it.
"Foster," he said. "Foster Carlisle."
"Good to meet you." He reluctantly released his grip on Foster's hand. Their palms had fit together neatly, and the handshake had been just right -- not too tight, not too limp, and not a bit sweaty. It made Perry's thoughts drift to places he shouldn't be considering. Not right now.
"They say this is the best chocolate in the county," Foster was saying. Perry had almost missed it.
"They say the truth." Perry smiled. "Maybe the best chocolate in the state."
"If you do say so yourself."
"I do." He reached behind the counter and withdrew one of the fresh truffles. "Like to try one?"
"Hmmmm." Foster eyed it with a coy tilt to his head. "Maybe I just will."
Delicately, he lifted the truffle from Perry's palm. The tips of his fingers brushed Perry's skin. Again, Perry felt that vague thrill.
He took a closer look at Foster. He was easily ten years younger than Perry, which under most circumstances would have stopped Perry from taking a serious look. He knew his limits, and men under thirty-five or so were off-limits.
But there was something...
"Oh, God," said Foster, who had popped the truffle into his mouth. Perry preferred to see people down the truffles more delicately, to allow for a chance to savor the flavors he slaved over so diligently, but since Foster was a first-timer, he'd make allowances. Especially since, at this moment, Foster was making one of the most enticing orgasm faces Perry had ever seen.
Perry smiled. "I told you."
"Oh, God." It seemed to be the only thing Foster could manage to say. "God, oh, God." Then he shut up and just closed his eyes, mouth working around the chocolate.
Perry's smile faded as he made another realization. His cock had risen, steel-hard against the back of his zipper. Not that it was an unusual reaction, especially when faced with a good-looking young man making a sequence of orgasm faces, but it was... different somehow.
Perry frowned. He'd never felt quite like this before, but now that he was focusing his attention on the sensation, he thought he recognized it. It was the same feeling he got when someone came into his shop who seriously needed Perry's special brand of magic. Combined with the desire spiraling through his own groin, it made Perry wonder.
No, it made Perry hope.
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The Chocolatier--Now Available!

The Chocolatier is now available from Changeling Press. I'm giving away two Perry's Chocolates T-Shirts to lucky winners. Just check out the free short story, "Self Service" at the Cheeky Changeling and send me an email at Elizabeth_Jewell@msn.com telling me why Perry had to take a detour on the way home, and I'll enter you in a drawing for one of two fun T-shirts advertizing Perry's chocolate shop.

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Dark Callings Collection by Elizabeth Jewell

Dark Callings (Collection)
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-342-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Once Mark Riordan had a happy, ordinary life -- before a vampire attack left him changed. No longer human, but not quite vampire, Riordan now hunts the evil vamps who terrorize his city, giving in to the desires his vampire half needs to survive -- occasional blood and constant, empty sex.
Until he meets Roarke. The centuries-old vampire fills a need Riordan can't explain. Joining forces, they battle a nemesis from Roarke's past. But when the immortal Roarke sickens mysteriously, Riordan faces the ultimate question -- how much will he give up for the man he's come to love?
Note: This Dark Callings series collection contains the previously released novellas Bloodlines, Inamorata, Home for the Holidays, Sacrifice, Pilgrimage, Dearest Forsaken, and Black Tie and Hot Tails. This title is available in print.

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It was dark in the back rooms at Gomorrah. It was always dark there. Riordan didn’t understand that. You came here because you’d found somebody you wanted to fuck, supposedly somebody attractive, with a nice face and a big dick. So why head into the dark to do the deed? He liked to see who he was fucking. But maybe that was just him.In the long run, it didn’t matter anyway. Riordan could see in the dark almost as well as he could see in broad daylight. He rubbed the scar on his neck, staring through the dim light, looking for subtle, telltale signs that one or more of the room’s occupants might not be human. The scar tingled -- there was a vamp here somewhere.He squinted into the corners. Fucking, fucking everywhere. Where was the biting and bloodletting? Had to be here somewhere. The damn scar was starting to burn.There -- in the corner. Movement against the wall. A big man, dark hair, a wide face. No outward indication he was anything other than human.Vamp. No question about it. A younger, slighter man knelt in front of him, sucking the vamp’s dick enthusiastically. The vamp had his hand in the other man’s hair, shifting his head as he worked, varying the angles.Riordan moved closer. The vamp’s attention shifted a little, focusing on him. Riordan gave him a look, a small smile.The vamp smiled back. It always worked. Vamps were insatiable as a rule; Riordan would get his turn.Looking away from Riordan again, the vamp closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. His hips bucked and his body went taut, then released. Through the dim light, Riordan could see the other man swallowing frantically. Riordan’s own cock rose hard against his zipper as he watched. The scar on his neck fairly burned, but the sensation aroused as much as it hurt.After a few seconds, the vamp pushed the man away from him. The man looked up at him and grinned, then stood up and moved on. The vamp looked at Riordan. Riordan smiled.“You game?” the vamp asked.“Damn straight.” Riordan closed the short distance between them. “You got a name?”“What the hell do you want to know my name for?”Riordan shrugged. “Change of pace.”“It’s Roarke.”“Riordan.” He shoved the vamp into the wall and kissed him. The inside of his mouth was cool, and tasted of blood, but not of a fresh feed. Riordan knew the difference.The vamp gave no protest. They rarely did, unless they’d just fed. If Riordan’s instincts were correct, this one hadn’t fed for a day or two. Which probably meant Riordan wouldn’t have to kill him.“Roarke, huh?” he said, drawing back. “Lame name.”“Yeah, and Riordan is so non-pretentious.” Roarke clasped Riordan’s crotch, fingers outlining his cock. Riordan resisted the temptation to close his eyes at the sensation. “What are you looking for?”“Vampires.”Roarke quickly withdrew his hand. “What the hell are you talking about?”Riordan smiled. “I know what you are.”Roarke studied his face, then his gaze fell to the scar on Riordan’s neck. “What are you?”“Horny.” He grabbed Roarke’s shoulder and turned him around, pushing him into the wall. The vampire gasped, in surprise, no doubt. Riordan was strong, and not afraid to demonstrate that fact.“Shit…” Roarke let Riordan move him, shifting to allow Riordan access as he reached around and unbuckled Roarke’s pants.“You want it?” Riordan asked, sliding Roarke’s zipper down.“Shit, yes.” He hesitated. “You gonna kill me?”“Maybe not. Depends.”“On what?”“On you.” Riordan stripped Roarke’s jeans down and grabbed his ass, the full, solid, rounded muscles filling his hands nicely.He wondered what the human who’d just blown Roarke had made of the slightly cool temperature of Roarke’s body. Probably too drugged to notice. He reached forward, curling his fingers around Roarke’s cock. It was erect again, in spite of the recently completed blowjob, fired by natural vampiric hunger, with which Riordan was all too familiar.Roarke’s cock was thick, long, and uncut. Riordan wondered how old he was. Sometimes he could guess, from the intensity of the tingling in his neck, but not this time. A century, maybe more. It was hard to say. Old, though. Older than the one he’d killed last night.He dug a small tube out of his pants pocket -- enough lube for one application. He carried them whenever he was out cruising vamps, because six times out of ten he ended up fucking them before he killed them, or instead of killing them. Hazard of the job -- pushing them into an intimate situation, where their natural instinct was to feed, was one of the most efficient ways to determine which side of the line they were on. He’d done it with female vamps, too. Didn’t matter much.It had occurred to him, though, that it might be unflattering to go down in history as the vampire hunter who always carried lube.

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Weary Memories Collection by Elizabeth Jewell

Weary Memories (Collection)
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-159-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Memories
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Sexually abused by his father as a child, Alex finds healing in the last place he would expect -- in the arms of his vampire boss, Liam. Abused himself by the female vampire who turned him, Liam has his own healing to accomplish. But when mutual healing becomes mutual respect -- and love -- both must face and overcome the specters of the past to find their way to each other in the present.

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Morning is near, and Liam is asleep again. Alex walks into the bedroom, drawing in the scent. It's an odd smell -- a man smell, but different, with acidic hints he supposes have to do with Liam's vampiric nature. Odd, but not repulsive.
He breathes it for a moment, dimly wondering if it could arouse him. And of course as soon as he thinks that, he feels the pressure begin, feels the blood flowing, tingling.
He steps farther into the room. Liam lies on his back, and Alex can tell he's naked under the blankets. He wonders briefly why Liam bothers with blankets, since vampires don't really generate any body heat.
But he knows he's thinking that so he won't have to think about the rest of it -- what he's about to do.
He sits on the bed. Liam rolls lazily to his right side, turning his back to Alex. The movement startles Alex a little, probably because Liam had been so still before he'd moved. But he's still asleep.
Hesitant, he reaches out, lets his fingers brush Liam's shoulder. His skin is firm and cool. Not cold, but cool. He knows this, of course -- he's touched Liam before -- but this is different.
Has he wanted this? He thinks perhaps he has, maybe since he met Liam, or since the night Liam saved his life the first time.
He flattens his hand against the wing of the vampire's shoulder blade, feeling the flat, wide bone. Liam stirs under his touch. Alex starts to draw away, but stops himself and instead lets his fingers trail around the curve of Liam's shoulder as Liam rolls over.
"Alex?" His eyes are bleary; he's not quite awake.
Alex says nothing. He doesn't really know what to say. Liam blinks at him dully as Alex watches his own hand move across Liam's chest, until he touches a flat, pink nipple.
"Alex?" Liam says again, but his tone is different now. Surprised. Confused.
"I want you to show me," Alex says. "I want you to show me how it can be good."
Clarity begins to seep into Liam's eyes. Alex's finger sits there still, just against the nub of Liam's nipple.
"Can you do that?" Alex says.
Liam clears his throat. He's frowning now. "Are you sure?"
Alex has come prepared for this question. Now he lifts his other hand, shows Liam what it holds. Liam watches as Alex lays the tube of K-Y on the bed. "I'm sure. I want this to go away. The pain. Change it into something else."
Liam's eyes seem to look deep into him, evaluating, judging, reading things Alex doesn't even know are there. Then, slowly, he nods.
Alex doesn't know if he's relieved or afraid when Liam's hand lifts to cover his. Liam's fingers trace his, and suddenly Alex realizes something.
Liam's not going to fuck him. Liam's going to make love to him.




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Crimson Star by Elizabeth Jewell

Crimson Star
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art by Zuri
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-122-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Solar Flare
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

The only vampire on the crew of the long-haul exploration ship Lightning Girl, Trev has learned to make his own entertainment. Or make entertainment with somebody else, like Ash, the sexy human navigator Trev’s had his eye on.
But when the entire crew of Lightning Girl is killed except for Ash and Trev, the stakes of the men’s growing relationship go from a quick fling to life and death. With the hyperdrive down and the oxygen running out, Trev is determined to save his lover’s life -- no matter what the cost.

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Trev gave the readouts one last check, recording all the readings in the logbook. Everything sat within normal ranges, including the oxygen scrubbers he’d had to pull apart and reassemble before launch. Damn things wore out so fast it was hard to keep them fresh and shiny. On the other hand, a little stale air never hurt anybody. As long as the cycling worked correctly, the scrubbers could go a few days past prime usage without any harmful side effects. And the cycling was working perfectly -- kicking in a little early on each pass, in fact, which gave them even more leeway.
Satisfied, Trev pushed back from his console and turned around to face the door just as Martinez strode in. She gave him a grin, her dark eyes flashing. “Everything good?”
Trev nodded. “Looks good to me.” He handed her the logbook.
She flipped it back on and glanced over the notations with a thoughtful nod. “Excellent,” she said.
He stood, relinquishing his post with a formal salute, and slipped out of the engineering room, leaving his formal self behind.
His non-formal self wasn’t much different -- mostly he just took off his hat. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the short-cropped strands sticking straight up under his meddling fingers, and grinned to himself. He stuffed the hat into his hip pocket and headed for the rec bay.
The rec bay on Lightning Girl was disproportionately large, making up nearly a fifth of the full size of the small ship. Necessary, her captain and designer had said, for a crew that could be off-planet as long as a year at a time. It was true that the Girl’s crews came back happier, healthier, and with less muscle atrophy than any other long-haul ship in the fleet. It was also true that it was hard to play a really solid game of basketball with only seven people. They did all right, though. Trev currently held the record for most consecutive three-pointers, though nobody gave him credit for it, since his vampire-ness gave him an advantage. He didn’t really care. As long as he was allowed to slam-dunk over the captain’s head, he was happy. This wasn’t a crew where he was told to hold back, and for that he was grateful.
Right now a man and a woman were playing one-on-one. The man was Ash, as Trev had hoped. He sprawled across a bench to watch.
Ash was tall and lean, with dark hair cropped close in the back, per regulation, but flopping into his eyes in the front, which wasn’t regulation at all. His eyes were gray, lighter than any gray eyes Trev had ever seen, and there was a swarthy tone to his skin that even the months in space hadn’t leeched to paleness. He glanced in Trev’s direction, but just as quickly returned his attention to the game.
“That’s right,” said the woman. The ship’s medic, Candace, was nearly as tall as Ash, wiry and quick. “Keep your head in the game.”
Ash gave her a toothy smirk and dribbled around her, and Trev settled in to watch them duel.
It was a close battle, but Candace edged by Ash at the last minute, sinking a neat, swishing basket over Ash’s head. She snickered and smacked him companionably in the back of the head.
“Next time.” A half-chuckle undermined the threat in his voice. He slid a sideways look at Trev, and Trev crossed his arms over his chest and quirked an eyebrow. Ash’s responding smirk told him everything he needed to know. Candace glanced from one to the other, shook her head a little, and sauntered off to the ladies’ changing room.
Ash waited until the door had closed behind her before he turned to Trev. “So,” he said, and the very cadence of his voice made Trev’s cock hard.
“So?” Trev replied. He sat up straighter, trying, probably unsuccessfully, to hide the bulge in his pants.
“I need a shower.”
Trev nodded. He could wait. But Ash just looked at him, at first amused, then looking more and more like he thought Trev was mentally deficient. Finally getting it, Trev came to his feet. “All right, then.”
Ash grinned.

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