Tasty Tuesday - Chipotle Lime Bacon-Wrapped Shrimp

I found this recipe on Simply Recipes and it's quickly become a favorite. I bet it's something that Thorne would enjoy making for Rosie!

Ingredients (serves two)

• 24 large raw, peeled and deveined shrimp
• 4 Tablespoons olive oil
• zest from two limes
• juice from two limes (about 4 tablespoons)
• 1/2 teaspoon chipotle powder
• 8 strips thing bacon, cut in thirds to make 24 pieces
• toothpicks

Directions

• In a small bowl, mix together the olive oil, lime zest, lime juice, and chipotle powder, mix. 
• Put the shrimp in the lime chipotle mixture, make sure each piece is well-coated.
• Spread bacon pieces out over paper towel on a microwave safe plate and microwave on high until the bacon fat begins to render, but the bacon is still pliable, about 1 1/2 minutes
• Preheat oven to 450F
• Wrap a piece of bacon around each shrimp, use the toothpick to secure the bacon on the shrimp
• Place bacon-wrapped shrimp on a slotted baking pan lined with foil inside for easy cleaning
• Brush remaining lime chipotle mixture on the bacon-wrapped shrimp
• Bake for 10-14 minutes until bacon is crisp and shrimp is pink

It tastes great accompanied by Jasmine or Basmati rice.

Rose and Thorne are from the Rose and Thorne series.

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
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White Hot Christmas: Stranded by S. Michael

White Hot Christmas: Stranded
by S. (Sean) Michael

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-718-5
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26
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Blurb:
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
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White Hot Christmas: Stranded
S. Michael
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Gretchen stared at the little man across the counter. "You are not fucking serious." She was not going to be stuck in fucking Las Vegas over fucking Christmas.
No way.
No. Way.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. All flights to the northeast are grounded. There's simply nothing we can do." He gave her an apologetic but harried look.
She looked over at Russ, tears in her eyes. "Russell!"
He slid his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close to his strong body. "Relax, baby. We'll figure something out."
"Russell, it's Vegas! It's Christmas Eve!" They should never have agreed to come out here to this stupid convention, showing off their holiday wares. Only Russ would have come up with Christmas-tree-shaped butt plugs and snowflake nipple clamps.
"Having a bird at the little man behind the counter isn't going to change that. Just breathe." His hand rubbed up and down along her back as another stupid announcement came over the airport speakers, informing them that all northern airports were closed due to inclement weather, which translated to no flights out.
Gretchen stomped her foot, and her stiletto snapped, right off, and she just burst into tears. No. No way. Not her new Maddens.
Russell wrapped around her, tugging her out of the line. "We'll get a hotel, and we'll have the most amazing holiday. Imagine the sales they must have here on Boxing Day."
"We're in Vegas! Cheesy, neon, fake..." She stumbled on her broken shoe, their luggage dragging along behind them like a woebegone dog.
"We'll make it work for us, baby. We will make it work for us."
Before she could answer, something big fell over their luggage.
"Oh, fuck," said the something.
She squeaked and almost fell, but Russ's muscular arms wrapped around her, supported her.
"Damn, I'm sorry." The most beautiful guy, aside from her Russ of course, stood up and started wiping himself off. "I didn't see your luggage."
She waved her hand at him, trying so hard not to just have a meltdown. God, go away.
"It's okay, man." Russ propped her up against a wall and went to right their luggage.
"Are you sure?" Tripping Man peered at her. "You okay, miss?"
"I'm fine." Her eyes closed as her suitcase popped open and dildos went rolling across the floor. "Just kill me now."
The guy made a noise and Russ, the asshat, nearly choked trying to swallow his laughter. Tripping Man began to laugh.
She snapped the heel off her other shoe and growled. "I'm going to... Fuck."
She headed right out of ticketing and out to the festively lit cabstand. There had to be a hotel on the Strip somewhere she could drink at.
She was still waiting for a fucking cab to show up ten minutes later -- how could there not be one there? -- when Russ and the guy came out, pulling the now sedately closed luggage behind them.
"Baby, this is Dave." Russ put his arm around her shoulders. "Dave, this is Gretchen."
Dave held his hand out to her.
"Hey." Thank God for waterproof mascara.
"Russ was telling me you guys are in the same boat as me. In Vegas for Christmas."
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." She was going to cry again, which was stupid, but it was Christmas.
"Dave here has a hotel room. He's willing to share, babe."
"There's got to still be rooms here, right?" Christmas Eve with a stranger?
"We can try if you want to, baby. Let's go get food and see, yeah?" Russ wrapped around her, held her, and Dave just lifted one hand and a cab stopped right in front of them. This was no fair.
"It's the Mandalay Bay." Dave gave her a warm smile. "Best hotel on the strip."
She felt herself blush. "I bet the owner of the Bellagio would argue."
Russ's swat to her ass was sweet, sharp. "Be nice, Kitten."
Dave laughed, and held the door to the cab open for her. "They're fully booked. I checked."
She slid in. How on Earth? It was Christmas, for God's sake. Russ slid in beside her on the left, David on the right.
"There's like a million people stranded here." David told the cabbie where to go. "The whole northern half of the country is snowed in. I got in yesterday, but my luggage didn't. I came down to pick it up but apparently it's still stuck in Chicago or something."
"Yeah. At least we're stranded here together, huh, Kitten?" Russ's voice was low, soft, teasing, and she nudged him with her shoulder. He only called her that when they were playing.
"I can't imagine Christmas without you, Russ."
"Sweet." Dave grinned at Russ, the look a little wistful.
She cuddled into her man. "Are you here with someone or missing someone back home?"
"I wish. Either option would be better than single. Especially this time of year..."
"Oh." Suddenly she felt like the worst sort of bitch. At least she had her Russell, right here. "I'm sorry." She reached out, squeezed Dave's hand.
His hand turned, fingers curling with hers. "I have a suite. There's more than enough room, and then none of us have to be alone on Christmas morning." His fingers touched the center of her hand, tickling her palm, and it was like electricity hit her, in the pit of her stomach.
"Tell him yes, Kitten." Russ's breath tickled her ear, brushed her hair.
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Howling for Kitty by S. Michael

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Howling for Kitty

by S. Michael Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-671-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 26

Blurb:
Mac and Griff, mated werewolves, have been sniffing around sexy pole dancer Miss Kitty for days. They finally make their move, inviting her to join them for a coffee after her last shift one Saturday night.
Kari's been hurt by shifters before, badly, and she carries the scars to prove it. She can't deny that Mac and Griff are a sexy pair of pups, though, and she's drawn to them despite herself.
Can the boys convince Kari that they're not going to hurt her, and in fact are everything she's been dreaming about -- and more?
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Howling for Kitty
S. Michael
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Griff watched as the pretty blonde, Miss Kitty, swung around upside down on the pole, her ample breasts almost making him forget he was here with Mac.
It was Mac's fault anyway. Griff's lover had dragged him here every night for the last week to watch the sexy little pole dancer do her thing. He'd started bringing bills after the second night, but Mac wouldn't let him touch her. Together and not in a crowd. Mac had been quite firm on that. Spoilsport.
Tonight was the night, though, because it was Saturday, and Miss Kitty didn't work Sundays or Mondays, so they'd have more time. If she was willing. Mac said she would be. Griff was inclined to believe him. Mostly because he wanted Mac to be right, but also because he could smell it, too, could smell what had brought Mac here in the first place, what had made Mac drag him here.
It was why they kept coming back.
She was like them.
Different, she was not entirely, or rather not completely human. There was a hint of wildness in the air around Miss Kitty. It made Griff's cock stand at attention and his heart beat faster. Mac's too.
"So what do we do now?" he asked Mac after Miss Kitty walked off the stage and disappeared behind a curtain. That had been her last performance of the night.
"We have a lap dance, baby boy. Then we ask her to play."
"Lap dance?" Griff bounced. Finally, they were going to get to touch. "You think she will?"
Mac's eyes flashed. "She will."
Miss Kitty came out a few minutes later, going from table to table, before Mac caught her eyes. Griff moaned at the heat that suddenly sparked between them, even across the room. They needed somewhere private. Now. Or this was going to get very public. Her eyes went gold, for half a second, then she stepped back, face shocked.
Griff whined. "Mac?"
"There's private rooms in the back for the lap dances. Come on."
They stood and moved in her direction, herding her toward the back without threatening her.
She was one of them. Griff could hardly believe it, could hardly contain himself. He didn't know how Mac could be so calm. It helped him keep his cool, too, though, and he didn't pounce her the minute they got into the little curtained room.
"What do you want?" Her voice was a low, rumbling purr.
Mac growled out an answer. "We paid for a lap dance when we came in." He held up the ticket the bartender had given them, handed it over.
Griff nodded, his nose going up into the air. She smelled even better up close, but there was something else, something edgy about her.
"Sit." She shrugged her robe off, the sparkly bra and G-string fascinating, catching his eyes.
He sat down quickly and breathed in deeply, moaning at the scent of her.
Mac moved more slowly, sitting next to him -- sitting nearly on top of him. "You can do us both."
"It'll cost you double." She slinked over to him, sizing him up. "You're in a lot."
Griff nodded. "We came every day this week."
Mac elbowed him and he glared.
"I know." She straddled Griff's thighs, hands pushing through her hair as she slowly undulated.
Mac grabbed her leg, pulling it over his thighs as well, his other hand on her waist. "I said both of us."
"No touching!" Her growl was enough to make him howl. "I was getting to you."
Mac puffed up, going all Alpha. God, Griff loved that. He was already hard, but that made him even harder.
"Both at once," Mac insisted, though his hands dropped away. He was staring at her, though, and Griff knew how much like a touch that was.
Her belly rippled as she danced, her hands sliding over her body, teasing them.
Griff whimpered and licked his lips. "Beautiful." She was. She was stunning.
Mac growled his agreement, and Griff could see how much effort it took to keep from touching her. He reached out and grabbed Mac's hand.
She cupped her breasts, made as if to offer them, then leaned back. Griff drooled. She was so sexy, made him stupid with wanting her. She bumped her hips, rolling in time to the music. Mac's mouth landed on his neck, his mate sucking up a mark, showing her who he belonged to. It had him bucking, his free hand reaching for her.
"No touching." She slipped back a step, out of reach.
"Sorry. You're just so beautiful." So sexy. He wanted her. He wanted them all to shift, and he wanted to chase her.
"Thanks." The word was a low purr. "Hope you enjoyed your dance. I'm off the clock."
"Hey, now," Mac was growling again. "That was Griff. Now me -- we paid for both, and you've been in here with us for all of a minute."
She rumbled softly, bared her teeth. "Don't growl at me, Pup."
That made Mac snarl, but Griff's eyes went wide -- how had she known? Well, just like he and Mac knew her for one of them, right?
He reached out and touched Mac. They were going to play...

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In Their Sights by S. Michael

In Their Sights

by S. Michael Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-655-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters

Length: Novella

Page Count: 69

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Blurb:

Lindsay and Tony are on a mission. They're looking for the litter-mates who were stolen from their pack when they were young, and they have their sights set on Drake, nightshift DJ. They're pretty sure he's one of their missing pack mates. There's only one snag. Drake doesn't even know he's a shifter, let alone that he's been stolen from anywhere.
Will Lindsay and Tony be able to convince Drake he's not just a shifter but their shifter? And will they be able to do it before the men who stole the kits in the first place catch up with them?
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In Their Sights
S. Michael
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"This is Big D saying goodnight to all my night owls. Keep it tuned to WKXY 900 for your two-hour block of music starting with a British Invasion. Beatles through Sex Pistols just for you."
Drake Banners hit the switch for the digital mix he'd put together that would run until the morning crew showed up at five a.m. and turned off his mic. He stood and stretched, started walking out the kinks of being stuck in the cramped quarters of the DJ booth.
It was quiet as he made his way to the break room to pick up his jacket and helmet. It was one of the things he liked about working this shift -- by about 9 p.m. he was on his own for the rest of the night. He grabbed his stuff and headed out into the night. It was a nice one, the air still warm from the day's sun, even now.
He bypassed his bike, making sure it was where he'd left it, and headed down the block to the Raven and Lamb pub for a quiet drink.
The club was quiet, mostly empty, the bartender raising one hand in greeting. "D! You want Jack and Coke?"
"You know I do." He grinned and sat down at the end of the bar, pulling a twenty out of his wallet.
Lacey brought the drink over, grinned at him. "Good show tonight, man. I enjoyed it."
"Thanks, Lacey." He traded her the twenty for the drink. "Keep the change."
"You're a doll-baby." She leaned over the bar, kissed his cheek, gave him a look at that cleavage.
"Don't let it get around." He gave her a wink and enjoyed the view.
The bar door opened, and Lacey stopped, stared. "Wow. New blood."
He looked. Wow was right. Two lithe blonds -- one a lean, pointed-chin man, the other a buxom, curvy woman, both emanating pure sex. His prick jerked in admiration, and Drake had to bite back a groan, his attraction immediate.
Forget it, he told himself. They were so obviously together a blind man could have seen it.
They settled, two stools down, the woman closest to him. God, they smelled... so good.
He wanted to push them up against the wall and take their mouths, one and then the other.
Shit, he needed to get laid.
Lacey bounced over, eyes on the guy, ignoring the woman altogether. "What can I get you?"
"White wine for me, Guinness for him."
The woman had a lovely voice. Husky and sweet, it settled right in Drake's belly. He wondered what she sounded like in the throes of orgasm. He wondered what the man sounded like, too.
Drake shook his head and took a big swig of his drink. He had to get it together; he didn't usually go off like this on total strangers. Although it did happen, now and again. His cock wasn't helping with the "get it together" plan. Every movement the man and woman made went right to his balls.
He waved Lacey over. "I need another. Make it a double."
"Put it on my bill, please." The lady looked over at him, smiled. "I'm Lindsay."
He nodded. "Thanks. Drake."
"This is Tony." She gave him a smile, slow and sensual, sexual as fuck.
He returned the smile, his cock harder than fucking nails. "Nice to meet you both." He made sure to include Tony in that.
She held out one hand to shake, the motion languid and lazy.
Fuck. He barely trusted himself to reach out and only shake her hand. He managed it, though, his hand going out, engulfing hers.
"Mmm..." A jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot up along his arm. He moved over so he was sitting next to her.
Lacey finally brought over his drink and he muttered out a, "Thanks," eyes still on the intriguing Lindsay.
Her hair was long, sleek, curling over her shoulders, over her breasts. The man with her was equally as blond, his pointed chin making Drake want to lick it.
Drake licked his own lips. He didn't know what was the matter with him; he wanted them both. Which was crazy -- it looked like they were together, so why did he get the feeling they were cruising him?
He shook his head and had some of his drink.
"So, is there a good place to get a nice, rare steak around here, man?" The guy -- Tony -- asked.
"Sure. Not at three in the morning, though."
Tony's voice was deeper than Lindsay's, but it still poured through Drake and pooled in his gut.
"I've got a pretty mean hand with the grill, though." Of course if Drake had these two back at his place, steak would be the last thing on his mind.
"Yeah? There's a twenty-four hour grocery store close by, I saw it."
"I have steak in the fridge." He wasn't one of those fru-fru vegetarian types. He liked his meat. "And steak sauce." Was he really inviting both of them back to his place?
Lindsay sipped her wine, beautiful green eyes meeting his. "I have enough for all three of us," he added, just to be sure they were on the same page; that he was reading the situation correctly.
"You definitely have enough for the two of us." God, listen to that man growl.
It was that growl that tipped him. If he didn't get out of here soon, he was going to take them both right over the bar. "Then let's go."
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Bringing Her Home by S. Michael

Bringing Her Home

by S. Michael Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-606-5

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Wolves mate for life, so where does that leave werewolf Kelsi when she finds the two men she was considering in bed with each other?
Spoiled and beautiful, Kelsi is the daughter of the former pack leader. Now that he's stepped down, it's time for her to choose a mate. She has two different males in her sights and she cares for both of them. Keifer is the smaller of the two, slender and lovely, sweet and kind, and he looks at her with adoration in his eyes. Gage, on the other hand, is big and buff, hot and possessive, and his gaze fills her with heat. How's a girl to choose?
When she stumbles upon the two of them in bed together, it looks like she's had the choice made for her and, shocked and hurt, she runs from the pack lands. Can Gage and Keifer find her? And even if they do, can they convince her that they're not complete without her?
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Bringing Her Home
S. Michael
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"Order up, Kel! Come on, girl. Move your ass!"
Kelsi nodded, hurrying to the window. "I'm here. Table six needed more coffee."
Ed growled. "I don't give a fuck, girlie. Hurry up."
She grabbed the burger, and the eggs, stacking plates on her arm. She'd picked up the late-night shift a few weeks ago. Between it, the greeter position at WalMart, and the hours cleaning at the hotel, she was starting to save a little money.
Now if she could just keep it going during the full moon, fight the change one more month, she'd have enough to put a down payment on a trailer, have a more private place backing onto a field.
She nearly dropped the plates when she first smelled it. A male. Here. In the restaurant. She didn't look, though. If she was lucky, he wouldn't notice her. If he did, Ed had a huge butcher knife in the kitchen and, as big as an asshole as he was, he'd proven he would use it.
"I just sat the biggest hunk to ever walk in here at one of your tables," Minnie told her. "You can thank me later."
"Thanks." Great. She passed out plates, then headed over to the table in the back, refusing to make eye contact. "What can I get you to drink?"
"No hello, Kel?" Her heart stopped in her chest, before it started racing, trying to tear its way out of her rib cage. Damn it, that was Gage's low, sexy voice.
"What do you want to drink?" What the hell was he doing here?
"We need to talk."
"About what?" She met his eyes. It had been eighteen months since she'd run. Eighteen months, hundreds of miles, and twenty pounds ago, she'd been a spoiled little brat of a girl. She was a woman now.
"About you coming home to the pack."
"No. Coffee?"
"You ran away. It's time to come home."
"No. There's nothing to come home to. I have a life here."
"Kel! Order up!"
She turned and headed back to the window, fighting her tears with everything she had. What the hell was Gage doing here? He had his mate, had the pack. Why hadn't he just left her alone?
He was still there after she'd served her table. "I'd like to get some service here."
"Okay. Okay, what do you want? Coffee? Coke? Burger? Eggs?" Her hands were trembling a little, pen jittering over her pad.
"When are you finished here?" God, his eyes were intense, staring right into her.
"My shift here is over at six, and then I start at WalMart at seven."
"Six? That's another seven hours." He shook his head. "Come with me now."
"What? I can't. I need this job."
He banged his fist on the table. "You need to come home."
She jumped. "That's not my home! Go back to your mate and leave me alone!"
His voice lowered, became somehow more dangerous. "My mate?"
"Yes. I saw you both. Together."
Gage's eyebrows drew together. "That's why you ran away."
"I didn't have any reason to stay. I needed to get out on my own. Find my own mate. What do you want to drink?"
"You need to come with me. Kief's out there, waiting for us."
Oh. Gage had brought his lover. Someone must have sent them for her. She shook her head. "I'm not interested."
"You saw us together and, instead of asking, you made assumptions, and like a spoiled little brat turned tail and ran."
"Gage." Kiefer's voiced sounded from right beside her.
She jumped, then jerked away, hips banging into another table.
"Watch it! Jesus!"
"S... sorry."
"Kel? You okay?" Minnie came over, pushed between her and the boys. "You assholes giving our little sweetheart problems?"
Kelsi didn't wait for an answer. She didn't wait for anything. She hit the door at a dead run.
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Storm in the City by S. Michael

Storm in the City


by S. Michael

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-596-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Shapeshifters

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
As a cat shifter and a vampire, Emerald and Armand fit together perfectly; their appetites and needs are well-matched. When they see the lonely looking man watching them from the apartment across the way, they can't help but show off for him, making love in as many delicious and kinky ways as they can to keep him intrigued.
Harry's been a little down and a lot lonely since Naomi left him. Maybe that's why he's been uncharacteristically watching the couple in the apartment across the way as they make love in their window. They're fascinating to him, and obviously aware that he's watching. Will he pick up the phone when the beautiful woman across the way writes her number on the glass?

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Storm in the City


S. Michael

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"He's watching again, Armand." Em looked out the window of their flat, eyes trained across the way. The pretty little doctor was sitting, drinking, staring at them. Again. Armand came to her, hands heavy on her hips.

"Is he? He's fascinated by you, Emerald, sweet kit." They laughed together, moved together in the half-light. Her beloved monster was teasing. It was them, them together -- her curves, Armand's dark good looks, the games they played. That was the source of fascination. The air itself whispered that to her.



Their voyeur poured himself another drink and leaned closer to the window, eyes like lasers, like a touch. She looked up at her lover, smiled. "I have seen him, spread for us, hungry, begging."



"Who wouldn't want you? You're stunning, addictive."



"You're biased." She offered him her lips and he took them, tongue pushing in and demanding. His teeth threatened, but she wasn't worried, not at all. She was his.



She could feel their doctor -- she was already thinking of him as theirs -- watching, that visual touch taking in every kiss, every touch of Armand's fingers on her body. Armand's fingers cupped her breasts, tested their weight, then slid beneath her dress to touch and tug and tease her nipples.



When she opened her eyes, she could see their voyeur holding his breath as he watched. "Harder." Yesterday she'd found a plug, used it on Armand's body until his seed painted the wall. Today was her lover's turn to make her twist and need.



One of Armand's hands slid down her body, over her belly and to the curls above her mound. They rocked together, and she spread, need purring through her veins. "Yes, my love."



"Need you, Emerald. So badly. Need you to purr for me."



"Anything." Everything.



"Mmm. So many possibilities."



"Tease." She looked back out across the way. He wanted them. "What would he like to watch best?"



"He wants to watch me fucking you -- he wants to watch and pretend it's him."



She pulled up her long skirt in the back, showing Armand her bare ass, the ink there marking her as his. Eternally. Armand growled softly, fingers sliding over the flesh of her ass. Armand traced the stylized A, the edge of his nail teasing her skin.



"All mine." Armand leaned over her and rubbed their cheeks together. "He's lucky I'm willing to share."



"He's lucky you're willing to take another one on."



Armand chuckled. "It's because you know how easy I am." He would do anything for her, and they both knew it.



"Yes. I know you. Stop teasing and touch me."



His fingers slid around her waist, stroking over her belly through the cloth of her dress. She slowly bent over, hands landing on the window box. She could feel the doctor's eyes on her, on her breasts. Armand's hands slid up, cupping them, thumbs rubbing across her nipples as the doctor watched. "Harder, please, love. He loves it. He watched yesterday, when I had the candle, the wax."



"He's going to have to stop watching sooner or later and come do us."



"We'll see. We'll play first, I think. Let him guess our secrets."



"We have secrets?" She could hear the laughter in Armand's voice.



"I do. You are an open book." They were secrets, she and her eternal lover.



"Mmm. My beautiful, magical jewel." Armand tilted her head back and kissed her, his mouth hot, tongue slick as it entered her mouth. His fingers slipped between her legs, into her folds, teasing her clit and the tiny, smooth ring piercing it. "Should I undress you, kitten? Let him see what we're doing, or make him guess what's happening beneath the dress?"



"Make him guess. Make him wait."


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Sugarplum: Bound for Christmas by S. Michael

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Sugarplum: Bound for Christmas by S. MichaelCover art: Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-60521-527-3 Genre(s): Hot Flashes, BDSM Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Christmas, Seasonal Themes Series: Sugarplums Length: Hot Flash

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Jenny adores her husband and Dom, Greg, and she's looking for just the right Christmas gift for him. Lucky for her, her friend Luke has been lusting over her and Greg for a while now and is more than willing to let Jenny wrap him up as the best Christmas present ever.
When Greg gets home, he finds Jenny all wrapped up in red silk, and Luke bound to the wall wearing little more than bells and ribbons. Luke promises to be the best Christmas gift they've ever shared, and Greg's sure it'll be the hottest holiday, too!
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Sugarplum: Bound for Christmas
S. Michael
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Copyright ©2010 S. Michael

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Jenny looked over at Luke, licked her lips and smiled, knowing full well the look was feral. She couldn't help it; she wanted to eat Greg's present up with a spoon. A tiny little silver spoon so that it took hours. "You look fabulous, baby boy."
Luke arched under the scrape of her nails, the bells on the little clamped nipples tinkling as he moved, the padded cuffs holding him stretched against the wall. She'd spent her own time bound there, twisting under Greg's attentions, but tonight it wasn't her turn.
Tonight they were celebrating the longest night of the year and, for once, her gift was going to be the best one.
One beautiful, needy, pale boy who begged her, so prettily, to let him play.
Luke was Greg's type -- he looked enough like her to be related, in fact. Blond, blue-eyed, on the petite side, with pale skin that would show marks. Jenny had spent all day getting the man ready. She'd shaved him from the neck down, then washed him before she'd bent him over the edge of the tub and cleaned him inside. She'd bound his cock with a lovely dark red ribbon and gagged him with a tiny one, more symbolic than anything.
Then she'd slipped her little black velvet collar on, along with a red satin teddy. If she was lucky, Greg would approve of her outfit.
If she was really lucky, he wouldn't.
The thought made her chuckle.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Greg walked into the back room, suit jacket open, tie halfway undone. His laser-sharp blue eyes took in her gift, and then her, raking over her body.
"Merry Christmas, love." She held the "sir" back, gauging her husband's mood and preference.
"Merry, indeed." The words all but purred out of Greg.
Eyes on Luke, Greg grabbed her and tugged her up against his solid body. Her chin was tilted, and Greg took her lips in a long, very thorough kiss. Jenny groaned as his thigh pressed between hers, making her wet, her pussy proving that the day had been enough to keep her stoked, hot. Greg's tongue took her lips again, stealing her breath and leaving her dazed.
"So you got me two gifts this year?"
"Hmm? I brought you this sweet baby boy, all wrapped."
"And what about this sweet girl, all decked out in red satin?" Greg's hand slid down to her ass, big hand wrapping around one cheek and squeezing tight.
"I'm always yours, love. Forever." Her hips moved, rubbing her slit against Greg's leg.
"I know." He kissed her again, his eyes on her gift as his tongue slid over hers.
Luke moaned behind them, the sound hungry, lovely.
"He's perfect, baby."
"I love you." She whispered the words into his ear. "He's all yours for the night. We're all yours to play with."
"Mmm. Does he taste as good as he looks?"
"I hope so. He's all smooth and showered for you."
Greg smiled into her eyes. "Thank you, baby."
He slapped her ass and then stalked over to where Luke was strung up against the wall.
Luke's blue eyes were heavy-lidded, that pretty cock thick and fat, swollen at the tip where it begged for attention. Clear drops slipped down the shaft, staining the pretty red ribbon.
"Oh, baby, he's everything I could have asked for." Greg's finger slid over Luke's chest, then flicked at one little nipple clamp, making it ring.
Luke gasped, his body arching toward Greg, and Jenny moaned. Pretty. She loved watching Greg when he played with the boys. Things got so fierce.
Greg tapped the thin ribbon in Luke's mouth. "Safe word, boy?"
"Basket, Sir."
Basket. That was adorable. Almost as sweet as Luke himself.
"Use it if you need it, boy." Then Greg's mouth covered Luke's, kissing him right around the ribbon.
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Storm in the Desert by S. Michael

Storm in the Desert


by S. Michael

Cover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-60521-492-4



Genre(s): Paranormal



Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Naomi's life is just what it should be. She has an adoring lover, a high-paying job, and all the right friends. She's also bored and feeling somewhat constrained by all this "normality." When she starts having dreams featuring her ex-lover Boston in full living detail, she isn't sure what to make of it. When those dreams turn into full blown life-like hallucinations, she's sure she's going crazy.


Artist Boston lives in the desert and he's been melancholic and unable to paint ever since Naomi left him. He misses her hot fire and fierce, wild presence in his life. With a little help from his Uncle Abe, and some judicious use of magic, he hopes to remind Naomi of what she's been missing ever since she left him.

Will his tampering with things metaphysical bring Naomi back to him? Or will it piss her off enough to keep her from ever wanting to see him again?

Excerpt:
Storm in the Desert


S. Michael

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Copyright ©2010 S. Michael



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People who didn't live in the desert didn't understand how huge the moon looked, how fat and heavy, like a spotlight in the blackness.

Naomi wandered, the sand still sending heat up through her sandals, even as the wind chilled her, the temperature dropping like a stone in the water. Her bare arms goosepimpled up, the little white sundress no protection at all from the sudden threat of a storm.



God, she hated storms. Hated them -- so wild, loud. The thunder used to be enough to drive her into her closet, her daddy's soft laugh always coming to save her, rescue her.



Of course, you couldn't live like that, could you? No. God, that's why she'd moved to LA. Part of the reason. Because it had scared her, the thought of leaving everything had terrified...



She frowned, looking around, looking for a light, a house, a road. She'd wandered too far.



Warmth slid along her belly and grabbed her hip, soft air at her ear blowing away the illusion of her dream. "You're dreaming again, Naomi."



Tony's -- no, Harry's -- other hand slid through her hair, gently petting.



She gasped, the slide of her body on Harry's satin sheets bringing her all the way awake. Harry -- her smart, classy, gentle Harry -- was smiling at her, blinking slowly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."



"They're getting worse," he said softly. His short brown hair was sleep-tousled, flat on one side and standing up on the other.



"It was just a dream. Not a nightmare." Not that any of them were nightmares. Just... disturbing.



"A dream that wakes you up night after night. When was the last time you didn't have it?"



Harry got up, stretching, body hairless, muscles smooth and sculpted. He padded over to the gilt armoire and opened it, and then the little bar inside it, pouring a finger of scotch and bringing it over to her.



"It's nothing." He had the most precise, perfect hands. Surgeon's hands. Insanely talented hands. She took the drink, shuddering as she sipped it, as it burned all the way down.



Tony hated when she drank hard liquor, said she should only drink wine because it made her giggly, made her hot, made her...



God damn it.



Sitting down next to her, Harry traced a finger beneath one of her eyes. "Are you sure? I hate to see you looking so tired."



"You hate seeing imperfections in anyone." Harry wanted to fix her nose, her chin, her breasts, make her beautiful.



"Especially in you, darling." He took the glass from her fingers and finished the shot before kissing her, lips smooth and warm against her own.



She opened to him, pushed close, licking the scotch out of his lips. Oh. Yeah. Come on. She needed to forget, to lose herself. His tongue slid along hers, dancing together in his mouth. His hands moved her back, warming her skin as they passed.



She hummed, floating a little, nipples going tight as they rubbed against Harry's chest. Just like that, lover. Harry's fingers found the bundle of nerves at the base of her spine, playing them perfectly, bringing her skin alive.



"Oh. More." She arched, legs parting, sliding against Harry's, against the sheets. More.



"So sensual." He pushed her back against the sheets, hands moving around to slide up to her breasts, cupping them in those perfect hands.



Her nipples were tight, aching, needing him to touch her harder, make her feel it. His thumbs moved slowly, circling her nipples but not touching as his tongue slid along her neck.



Her hair came loose from its braid as her head tossed, bright red curls going everywhere. So gentle. Almost a tease. Tony had always pushed her, made her feel so much, almost too much, those dark eyes staring into her, artist's fingers painting her skin.



Finally, one thumb slid across her nipple, flicking, coming back to flick again and then pressing.



Naomi gasped, nodded. "Yes. Yes, just like that. Good."



"No, I think you like this better." Harry's mouth continued its downward journey, lips wrapping around one of her nipples and tugging.



Her fingers tangled in his hair, legs shifting and spreading as heat flooded her.



"God, you're so sexy."



She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh, his hips rubbing against her.



"More. More, lover. Please." She reached down, fingers pushing between them, wrapping around his cock. Oh. Oh, she wanted.



Harry gasped and started fucking her hand. "Impatient." Still, one of his hands moved over her belly and down to tease over the shaved skin between her legs, shaved for him.



"Hungry." She pushed up, wanting his fingers on her clit, in her pussy, spreading her wide. "Just hungry."



"Always are after the dreams." He slid two fingers inside her, his thumb finding her clit, pressing hard before the touch softened, teased across the bundle of nerves over and over.



"Always am." She couldn't help it. The things she saw -- Tony bending her over the table and making her scream, Tony painting her nipples, flicking her clit with his brush...


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