Winner will be chosen Friday, February 17th because I have the whole 7 thing going on and I should be at a new location that has wifi.

To enter list your favorite snack.

Can you tell I’m thinking about lunch?

Declan examined his reflection in the mirror. Tilting his body this way and that he decided he didn’t look half bad. When he’d video chatted with his best friend that day, Brad had told him he needed a new wardrobe if he expected to get laid. Apparently well-tailored suits didn’t scream fuck me.

After taking copious notes of his friends tips, Declan had spent the day downtown purchasing a new dating wardrobe and having his hair styled by a flaming werewolf queen who swore Declan could get laid anytime, anywhere if he just followed a few simple tips.

Running some gel through his hair he unbuttoned another button of his shirt exposing his collarbone but nothing else. He might need sex, desperately, but he wasn’t a man whore.

The clothes he’d chosen were made from soft materials and cut to emphasize his fit body. Even the biker boots were Italian leather and made a nice stomping sound when he walked. They went well with the new motorcycle he’d purchased that afternoon.

Sliding on his leather jacket he left his rooms. He usually left through the servant’s entrance but he’d parked his bike in front so he didn’t have to retrieve it all the way from the garage when he was ready to leave.

Unfortunately he came down the steps just as his master was coming in.

“Declan?”

“Sorry sir, I lost track of time.  Frank should have everything set up.” The vampires were alone tonight. Luckily the new shipment of synthetic blood had arrived earlier. They only really needed to feed twice a week but vampires craved the flavor even when they didn’t need the sustenance.

“Where are you going?”

Declan frowned at the sharp tone of his master.

“Umm, I’m meeting some friends at a bar.”

“You’re going out like that?”

Declan looked from his master to Lorrie and back again. “Don’t you like it?” he spun so the vampire could get the full effect. “Brad promised this would get me laid.”

Fuck he’d never seen the vampires eyes turn red before. Phoenix was known for his temper but he’d never lost it on Declan.

Lorrie grabbed him by the shoulder and rushed him down the steps. “Go on. Get out of here while you can.”

Puzzled but willing, Declan grabbed his helmet, popped it on his head and started his motorcycle. With a wave to the vampires, he took off.

This is kind of short today so I will do three posts this week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

#11

Varick smiled. He could feel his teeth getting longer as the urge to bite and claim Dio overcame his human half. His wolf urged him to leave his mark on the beautiful man.

“If we bond you will belong to me forever. Are you ready for that?”

Dio shook his head. “I’ll only be yours until you die.” The sorrow in Dio’s eyes almost broke him. He could see Dio already anticipated his death. “I don’t know if our bond will prolong your life or not but we can’t count on it.”

“The average lifespan of a werekin is three hundred years.”

Dio nodded. “I know.”

To distract Dio from his thoughts, Varick kissed him. “Let’s live for today, my sweet.”

Dio laughed, completely erasing the expression of sorrow from a second ago. “I’m many things wolf man but sweet I’m not.”

“I think you’re very sweet.”

Varick licked Dio’s throat where his neck met his shoulder. The scent of Dio filled his nose like the finest aphrodisiac. “Very sweet.” To his wolf senses Dio smelled of a delicious combination of sugar, wildflowers and pure sex. He wondered if they all smelled that way or if Dio had his own distinct scent. He bet only Dio smelled so divine. Everything about the smaller man appealed to him.

He lapped his way down Dio’s chest savoring the hybrid’s flavor. Working his way down he stopped to bite Dio’s right nipple, smiling when Dio jolted at the sensation.

“Sensitive?”

“Apparently.”

“Hmm, no one ever took their time before?”

Dio shook his head. “No.”

His terse answer told Varick more than anything about Dio’s past experiences.

“You aren’t leaving this bed until I taste you all over.”

Dio shivered beneath Varick’s touch. “I’d like that.”

Enjoy and I’ll post the blog story in a bit.

It comes out February 11th.

Blurb:

Sometimes love is found in unexpected places.

After months of secretly watching Master Carlyle, Ralph wishes the Dom would notice him. But why would he want a sub who is bigger and taller than him when there were so many delicate twinks begging for his whip? What Ralph doesn’t understand is that Carlyle has watched the young sub and he not only wants him, but he plans to keep him.

Excerpt (same as on the buy page)

Ralph Morris scanned the crowd as he walked through the club, looking for signs of trouble. He took his job as a bouncer seriously. No one had ever been injured on Ralph’s shift and he planned to keep it that way. He might not be as smart as some of the college students he worked with, but Ralph enjoyed his job. The smell of sweat and leather filled the air, like a rich cocktail to the senses. Inhaling deeply made his cock harden with need. Swallowing back a groan, he flashed a quick look over at the main stage. No scenes had started yet, but the night was still young. Plenty of time for whips, chains and other delicious toys to come into play. For a brief moment Ralph let the image of ropes wrapped around his own wrists flicker through his mind but he banished it quickly. No time for distractions if he planned to keep his job.

At twenty-two years of age, Ralph had six years of work under his belt and a nice nest egg in his bank account. Having grown up poor, Ralph still had nightmares about being back in that broken down trailer where his mother was too drunk to feed him and his father too ill from lung cancer to help. Horrible dreams merged with memories about fighting the dog for scraps of food and hiding from the rats in the darkness. If he hadn’t loved his father so much he would’ve left at thirteen years of age when his mother’s wild rages began. The day his father died, Ralph walked away and never looked back.

Ralph loved the nights he worked inside instead of standing by the front door freezing. Skirting the small dance floor, he spotted his favorite Dom across the room. Carlyle Temple sat at a table with his friend, Lindi Samms. Carlyle looked delicious with his blond hair pulled back, and the leather vest he wore exposing most of his upper body. Hair sprinkled across Carlyle’s chest, catching the light with their pale color. Ralph barely held back a whimper as he thought over how the Dom’s skin would taste beneath his lips and tongue. Carlyle didn’t reach Ralph’s massive proportions but the sub didn’t find any fault in the slim but muscular six-foot Dom. Carlyle would tower over most submissives. Unfortunately, Ralph’s build overshadowed all the Doms in the building, a good thing for his job as a bouncer but not so good when he was looking for a man to top him.

If only he could get Carlyle to really see him as a potential sub instead of only a bouncer. But Ralph learned long ago wishes didn’t come true and most Doms preferred a pretty twink rather than a big man. Ralph might be large and solidly built but he wasn’t a Dom no matter how many cute subs tried to get him to paddle their asses. His submissive tendencies were hidden while he worked and needed to get others to back down, but at night, alone in his apartment, he dreamed of a gorgeous slim blond with well-defined muscles and a fine hand with the whip.

“Hey, Ralph, are you going to my show tomorrow?” Ralph turned away from the object of his obsession to face his friend. After a month of belonging to Master Jones, Stephen Carter glowed with happiness. The thin artist flashed him a bright smile showing that at least for him everything was right in the world.

Lucky bastard.

Ralph was happy for Stephen, he really was, and if he repeated it enough times he could even suppress the jolt of envy stabbing him in the heart. Stephen had seen Master Jones and culled him from the herd through gifts and charm. Ralph wished he had even an ounce of talent to pull something off like that, but he might as well ask for the moon. Stephen was sleek and elegant; two things Ralph would never be with his large muscular build and clumsy feet. It didn’t make him stop liking the shy artist but it made him self-conscious around him.

“Well are you?” Stephen asked impatiently. “Going to come to my show tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Ralph patted Stephen on the back, careful of his strength. He received a blinding smile for his answer.

“Great. It will be nice to see a friendly face,” Stephen nibbled on his thumbnail. “I’m kind of nervous about the whole thing.”

“Why?” Ralph didn’t understand Stephen’s nerves. Although he was only a bouncer, even he could see his friend’s brilliance.

Stephen shrugged, shifting uneasily back and forth on his feet. “I’ve never had strangers look at my stuff except, you know, teachers. At least not where I could see them.”

“Didn’t you have school art shows?”

A blush stained Stephen’s cheeks. “Not if I could get out of them.”

Ralph laughed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’d be surprised if you weren’t sold out by the end of the night.”

“You think?” Stephen’s fidgets were even starting to make Ralph nervous.

He gave Stephen’s shoulder a light squeeze. “I’m not an art critic but I think you’re really talented.”

“Thanks, Ralph. I’m really glad you’re going to be there.”

“Isn’t Master Jones?”

Stephen shrugged. “He’s out on a business trip to turn some company around. I don’t know if he’s going to make it back in time.”

Sympathy stabbed through Ralph. He knew how much Stephen depended on the solid strength of his Dom to get him through stressful times. “I’m sure he will make it if he can.”

“I hope so.” Stephen took a quick look around. “I’ll let you get back to work, or in this case, staring at Carlyle,” he teased.

Ralph could feel the blush rising on his cheeks. “I can’t help it, there’s something about him.”

“The way he wields a whip?” Stephen teased.

A shiver rippled up Ralph’s spine. “No, there are other Doms who can whip just as well. Your master is one of them.”

“I wouldn’t know. We haven’t worked our way up to whipping yet.”

Ralph couldn’t tell from Stephen’s expression if that was a good or bad thing. “Do you want him to whip you?”

Stephen shrugged. “I want him to do something. He’s super careful, like I’m gonna break or something.”

“Give it a little time. He’s still getting used to you. There’s no hurry.”

“No. I guess not.” Stephen dipped his head down as if the floor suddenly became an object of fascination.

“What’s wrong?”

Stephen shrugged. “You don’t think he’d go to someone else, do you? You know, someone who he knows likes to be whipped.”

It probably wasn’t polite but Ralph couldn’t stop the laughter bursting out of his mouth. Only Stephen’s outraged expression brought his mirth to a halt. “Sorry, but now you’re just being stupid. Master Jones is madly in love with you. There’s no way that man will turn to anyone else. Give it a little time, okay?”

Stephen nodded. “Okay. You’re right. I guess I’m just nervous about the show and it’s making me crazy about everything else too.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous, Stephen. We all think you’re brilliant,” the warm smooth voice speaking behind him cut through Ralph’s composure quicker than a knife through butter. He bit back a moan when the dominant’s hand stroked up his spine. “Good evening, Ralph.”

Blurb:

When Kit loses a contest and approaches a dangerous Dom for submission, he learns that the man he lusted after from afar is a lot more complicated than everyone thinks.

Mason Briggs doesn’t quite know what to do with the persistent submissive. Kit looks at Mase like he’s everything good and right in the world. After a murder accusation and trial, Mase just wants to protect his heart. What is he going to do about the sweet submissive who keeps walking through all of Mase’s boundaries as if they aren’t even there?When someone tries to tear the couple apart and threatens Kit’s safety, Mase has to decide if he wants to go back to a life alone or fight for the man he’s falling in love with.

Excerpt:

Mase Briggs watched the group of subs huddled in the corner with a sense of impending doom.

“What’s up?” Jon Pendleton, a fellow Dom, clapped him on the shoulder before plopping into the chair beside him. He’d known Jon for about a year-ever since he’d moved to Seattle. The older man had a focused way with people that easily inspired trust in the younger men at the club. It was also one of the reasons the man made such a great private investigator.

In answer to Jon’s question, he nodded towards the subs crowded around a nearby table. It was still pretty early and the club wasn’t as packed as it would become later. “A group of bored subs with drinking games. Most of them look barely old enough to drink. Are you sure Thom carded them all?” As cute as the group was, that many young, mostly inexperienced men in one place made sweat break out on his brow.

Jeff, his previous sub, had been inexperienced and hadn’t come to Mase about his fears. Instead he’d taken his own life-ending it all in the bathroom with a straight razor while Mase was out buying dinner. Visions of his lover’s blood splashed against the white marbled floor still haunted Mase’s dreams. Jeff was the reason Mase only did public scenes now and kept submissives out of his home. He’d learned his lesson in the worst possible way.

Jon laughed, breaking into Mase’s grim memories. “Don’t worry Mase. Thom’s good at his job-he’s not going to let a baby submissive into the club. All those men are the right age.” He examined them carefully before adding. “Barely…but old enough. Besides, I thought you liked them young.”

“Not that young. I think they’re working up to some sort of bet. Who do you think will lose?” Mase asked, watching the group, his curiosity bubbling up at their antics. He had no doubt the contest involved a test to see who would be brave enough to submit to him. Enough glances flew in his direction to alert him that he was somehow involved. He’d be more than happy to whip one of them then send them on their way if it would end their speculation over him.

During the past year, Mase had learned that being an accused murderer gave him a dangerous, bad boy appeal. Mase didn’t want to be viewed as a challenge to be overcome or something frightening to survive. Hell, if he had his way, he’d never come to another club but instead be back at his house living in domestic harmony with the sub of his dreams. The only problem was Mase hadn’t met him yet…and he doubted he’d have the courage to take another sub home even if he found him.

Jon propped his head on his hand and watched the group. “I’m sure it will be something original. It’s probably a contest of some type.”

It quickly became apparent who had lost when an extremely pretty young man with curly chocolate brown hair stumbled out of the crowd.

“You promised, Kit. You can’t back down now,” one of the other subs yelled. Mase couldn’t tell who had shouted, but he had to hold back a laugh as the delicate-looking man made an extremely rude hand gesture. The obviously inebriated sub wobbled his way over to Mase then fell to his knees in a surprisingly graceful move.

“Good evening, Sir.” Dark, forest green eyes blinked blearily up at him.

“Good evening,” Mase said. The liquor-soaked kid could barely sit up straight but Mase had to admit to being impressed when the sub indeed held his pose.

“May I be of service?” A hopeful note followed the question as the kid tried to focus his glazed eyes.

Mase slid a hand beneath the sub’s chin to hold his head up. The young man’s silky skin felt amazing beneath Mase’s fingers. It had been so long since he’d felt desire for a specific person and not just whoever was handy to sate his cravings.

“What kind of service are you offering?” Not that he’d accept anything from someone so drunk, but he was oddly reluctant to send the sweet thing away.

The sub licked his lips in a motion more nervous than lustful. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

“So if I wanted to tie you up and spank you until your ass glows like a stop light, that would be all right?”

The brunet’s eyes glazed over and damned if he didn’t give a full-bodied shiver. “I-if that’s what you want, Sir.”

Lips brushed his and Flame’s eyes snapped open. While he had been concentrating on the massage Brax had snuck up beside him.

Brilliant blue eyes looked down at him. He glanced at Payne who had a confused expression on his face but didn’t look overly upset.

“So you guys share?” he asked tentatively.  He’d heard of people sharing before and while he tried to not judge other relationships he definitely wouldn’t be getting in line to share his man with anyone.

Since I’ve been so off schedule this week I thought I’d give you a little bonus episode.

Varick didn’t know when the hybrid lying on top of him became so important. Dio’s carefree smile sat completely at odds with the long gash on his cheek. Even though the cut started to close, the image of blood pouring out of Dio’s face lingered in Varick’s mind. If he never saw that sight again it would be too soon.

Growling inside, Varick’s inner wolf yanked at  his control, trying to escape, to hunt down the creature who hurt his mate.

Mate?

Dio lost his smile. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? You’re the injured one.”

Dio shrugged. “I’ll heal. I always do.”

The casual way he accepted abuse told Varick more than anything that this attack wasn’t a one-time thing. “Are you often hurt?”

“Sure.” Dio frowned down at Varick. “Demons aren’t known for their parenting technique. They are a brutal species. My mother isn’t any better or worse than any other.”

Varick’s wolf growled low. Sad for Dio’s childhood and protective of their little mate. “Your mother did this?”

Dio nodded. “She thought it would garner me sympathy so you would let down your guard and allow me to manipulate you.”

“Sex works better,” Varick informed him wisely.

Dio’s beautiful smile returned. “Does it?”

“Oh yes, everyone knows that best way to tame a wolf is to give him what he needs.”

“Ah, well in the interest of wolf taming and of course inter-species relations I’d best get busy.”

Varick nodded. “That would be the wisest course of action.”

Dio laughed. “I do try to be wise.”

Before Varick’s fascinated gaze Dio’s hands transformed into claws worthy of any wolf and he promptly shredded Varick’s clothing. “Nicely done.”

“I thought so.” Dio’s eyes glowed in appreciation as he leaned back so he could look over Varick’s body. “You’re gorgeous.”