Welcome Birthday Guest Toni Griffin!

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Before we start I just wanted to say a big Happy Birthday to Amber for the 22nd. I hope you had an awesome day. Thank you once again for having me on your blog, I always have a ball when I visit.

To celebrate the release of A Bear’s Bear, Smokey Mountain Bears book 3 in the Travels Through the Scarlet Equinox Anthology, I thought it might be fun to catch up with another bear, Michael McKenna from Wreath of Fire.


Me: Michael, thank you for joining us here today.

Michael: Thanks for having me, and thank you to the birthday girl Amber as well.

Me: *Smiles* So, Michael, why don’t you start by telling us how you met your mate?

Michael. *Blushes* Ahhh… I’d really rather not if it’s all the same to you, thanks.*picks at a thread on his pants*

Me: Um, well, how are Amber’s fan’s going to know anything about you if you don’t tell them?

Michael: *Sighs* Fine. *takes a deep breath* *Blurts* I may have set fire to a kitchen.

Me: You set a kitchen on fire? *Wide eyes*

Michael: It really wasn’t my fault.

Me: Okay if you say so… so how did you meet your mate?

Michael: He’s a fire fighter, or as they say in Australia Firie. He was there, in all his sexy fire fighter clothes…. *Trails off as he looks into space* *blushes*

Me: *Clears throat*

Michael: *Startles.* Sorry.

Me: No worries. So. You’ve been together how long now?

Michael: *Grins wide* Almost a year. I know it doesn’t seem like long but for me it’s a big deal.

Me: I think it’s wonderful.

Michael: Thanks.

Me: So, has there been any moment that’s stuck out to you as particularly special in the last year, that you’d like to share with Amber’s readers?

Michael: *Thinks* Oh, oh. I know. *bounces in his chair* My birthday.

Me: Ohh… Care to share?

Michael: Sure. Cameron wanted to do something really special as it was the first birthday we would be celebrating together. Even though he’d only been at the fire station a couple of months he managed to get a couple of days off and we flew out to Montanta.

My birthday’s the 18th February so winter is in full swing here in the Smokey Mountains, but even more so in Montana. We stopped by to say hello to Cam’s parents and meet his siblings before he drove us away and we left everyone behind.

A secluded cabin, everything covered in white It was like one of those winter Christmas cards you always see.

We went snow mobiling across a frozen lake, had snowball fights, went ice fishing, drank hot chocolate and snuggled in front of a roaring fire. I didn’t want to leave. I may have prayed a couple of times that we’d get snowed in and have to stay for a while. Unfortunately the really bad weather waited for the week after we got home to hit. Damn me for being born a week too soon.

*Glances around* *Leans in and whispers* Can I tell you a secret?

Me: Sure

Michael: I would be quite happy to never receive another gift for as long as I live if Cam and I could spend some time every year up there, just the two of us. I’ve never experienced anything like it. *winks* And the sex was mind blowing. Oh… My… God!

Me: *Blushes* Ah… well… umm…. I think that might be about all the time we have here… Thank you so much for stopping by Michael and um… oversharing, I mean sharing with us today.

Michael: Any time. Always happy to help out where I can. Say, did I tell you about that time when Cam….


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Travels Through the Scarlet Equinox.


The Autumnal equinox—when the trees dress in their formal scarlet and gold and the crisp air whispers of chance and change, when bright days turn into sudden storms and the veil between reality and imagination thins. Join the Mischief Corner authors as they share stories evoking this often unpredictable time of year.

A Bear’s Bear by Toni Griffin
Matthew Warner’s been a Chicago Bears fan as far back as he can remember. What other team was a young bear shifter from the Smokey Mountains supposed to root for? When his college friend gets tickets to the next home game, Matthew jumps at the chance for a holiday. It’s his favorite time of year and Nic promises him pumpkin carving and a visit to the world’s largest corn maze, what more could he want?

What Matthew doesn’t expect is finding out the defensive tackle for the Bears is his mate. Between fainting at the realization, meeting family, and dealing with the media fallout of his mate’s coming out Matthew is in for a hell of a rocky Halloween.

The Autumn Lands by J. Scott Coatsworth
Jerrith is running. Kissed by an elf, he can’t remain in his hometown of Althos anymore. Not that he wanted to stay.

Caspian still hasn’t figured out why he kissed Jerrith, but he’s running too. Since he was exiled from the Autumn Lands, his past has been hazy, and his future uncertain. But when a stray memory brings things into focus, the two decide to run toward something together. What they uncover will change how they see the world, and themselves, forever.

Beside a Black Tarn by Angel Martinez
When Shax stumbles across rumors of an experimental house that responds to the occupant’s brain functions, creating scenarios to please and delight, naturally he wants to steal it. But with the return of a troubled and hunted Julian Parallax and an overabundance of Poe references, even Shax’s scheming may not be enough to get the Brimstone crew out alive this time.

Eternity in the Tides by Freddy MacKay
Autumn has always been Zak’s favorite season for hiking and camping. Not to mention breathing in all that crisp fall air and sitting around toasty bonfires. That all changed year and a half ago when a rich prick high on prescription pills sideswiped Zak while he was out biking.

Now his days are filled with pain and limited mobility. No more camping. No more trails. Zak’s life as he knew it is gone forever.

Back at his beloved stomping grounds, Zak is ready to say hello and goodbye one last time. But when a cry from the frigid Lake Superior waters throws him into the role of a rescuer, more than just his life hangs in the balance. Little did Zak know how much one person giving a damn mattered to him.

Genres: Gay Paranormal Romance, Gay Science Fiction, Gay Fantasy, Gay/Bisexual Urban Fantasy


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Quentin Heart – Day 25

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Had a rather rough day today so this is a little short.

Quentin grabbed the phone and quickly pressed the connect button before whoever was calling gave up.

“This is Quentin Heart,” he answered.

“Mr. Heart. This is Patricia from Anders General. Your mother has taken a turn for the worse. We thought you might want to come and see her.”

Quentin remembered Patricia. A big woman with brown eyes, a sweet smile and a Latina temper when one of the doctors said something she didn’t like to a patient.

“Thank you Patricia, I’ll be right there.” He hung up. He took a long gasping breath. As much as he’d prepared for this he’d never truly be ready for his mother’s death.

“What happened?”

Quentin jolted at the feel of a hand on his shoulder. In his grief he’d forgotten about Jaks. He wiped the tears away with his hands. “My mother took a turn for the worse. They don’t think she’ll last the night.”

The nurses didn’t say that of course but they’d never asked Quentin to come by before. It didn’t take a genius to read between the lines.

“Get dressed. I’ll go with you.”

“Really?” Quentin stared at Jaks as he collected his clothing.

“Of course. If you are going to be mine I have to share your life. I’m not only with you for your teleportation skills.”

Quentin snorted. “You don’t like teleportation.” He’d noticed that when Jaks rubbed his stomach the last time they’d traveled.

“I like you.” Jaks kissed Quentin’s forehead. “Get dressed.”

After all of Jas declarations the act of going with Quentin to see his mother touched him the most. Words were all well and good but actions spoke a thousand times louder.

“Do you still think she could be a vampire?” Quentin recalled Jaks words earlier.

“I can ask her if you’d like. I won’t make the offer without your say so. She’s your mother.”

Quentin nodded. “I’d like you to ask her.”

“And if she chooses not to become a vampire?”

“You think she won’t?”

“She’s your mother what do you think?”

Quentin thought if over as he slid on his clothes. “I really don’t know.”

“Then let us go and see. If she says yes I’ll have you bring one of my people back to the hospital to change her.”

“Okay.” Quentin tried to conquer his fear. What if his mother didn’t want to be a vampire? How much worse would it be to know she could’ve been saved but she’d chosen to die instead?

“I’m ready.” Jaks moved up next to Quentin.

Quentin stomped his foot into his remaining shoe then stood. Without another word he grabbed Jaks wrist and they teleported to the hospital.

They arrived just outside the emergency room doors. Quentin quickly walked to the elevator and then to the oncology wing. His mother’s room was on a few doors down from the elevators.

She glanced up as they entered. “They didn’t have to call you,” she whispered.

“I can’t stand the thought of you being alone.”

And dying. Quentin didn’t say the last aloud but the silent statement drifted between them.

“Who’s your friend?” She asked staring at the vampire.

“Mother this is Jakinson the master of the local coven.”

“Nice to meet you Master Jakinson.”

Jaks picked up her hand kissed the back of it. “A pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Heart.”

Quentin’s mouth almost dropped open when he saw the blush on his mother’s face.

“Mother, the nurses say you aren’t doing that well. Jaks has offered to have one of his vampires change you. What do you think about that?”

His mother’s gaze went from Quentin to Jaks then back again. “I-I don’t know. Would it hurt?”

“Yes. I’ll not lie to you. The transformation can be quite painful but you son will be there to ease the way.”

Quentin’s mother licked her lips, nervousness all but pouring off of her. “I-I don’t know.”

“Come on mom. Would you rather die?” Quentin asked. Frustration had his voice rising.

“Of course not but if my other option is drinking blood I have to think it over.” She closed her eyes for a minute, her fact going pale. “I just don’t know.”

“I completely understand your wish to consider all aspects of the transformation but if it helps, you would be completely cured of cancer if you changed to a vampire.”

She gnawed on her lower lip as she considered her options.

Quentin sat in the chair beside her bed. “Mom. I don’t know what I would do in your place but I can tell you I’d rather you were a blood-sucking vampire than dead.”

She gave Quentin a sad smile. “You were always such a good boy even as a child. I think you’d do just fine without me.”

Quentin’s heart sank. Jaks squeezed his shoulder in support.

“However, I refuse to die before I get to see you married. And for that alone I will accept your offer Mr. Jakinson. Make me a vampire.”

Welcome Birthday Guest Stephani Hecht!

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Hello, my name is Stephani Hecht and sitting across from me is, Corey, one of the brothers from my Dire Wolf series. Corey, wave to the crowd.

Corey flips everyone off. His expression menacing with more than a dash of boredom.

Stephani: That’s not very nice. Where are your manners?

Corey: Please, you know me. Rudeness is one of my better qualities. Along, with my dark, brooding, good looks that would be fit perfectly for a CW series. The Arrow and those guys from Supernatural have nothing on me.

Stephani: *sigh* You promised me you weren’t going to be cocky and actually cooperate during this interview.

Corey: I promised that I would try to be good. That’s a different thing.

Stephani: Okay, let’s try and start this again. What’s it like coming from a family where all four brothers are gay?

Corey: It can be hell at times. Like for example when The Advocate arrives in the mail, there is always mass chaos. We all fight over it. There’s even been times when blood has been drawn. Okay, maybe that was a bit snarky. I’ll give you an honest answer. My father never knew who we really were, since he and Ma died in a car accident.

Stephani: How do you think he would have reacted if he had found out the truth?

Corey: It wouldn’t have been a Hallmark moment that I’m sure of.

Stephani: What do you think his reaction would have been?

Corey: There would have been some serious ass kicking. While me, Bishop and Darien would have been able to take it. The whole thing would have broken Angel. That I just wouldn’t have been able to allow. There’s not that many Dires that I can tolerate, but Angel is the exception. I’ve always felt it was my job to guard him.

Stephani: Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Angel mated now?

Corey: True, but that doesn’t make that feeling go away. He’s my youngest brother. That protective mode is still as strong as ever.

Stephani: I heard through various sources that you are one of the toughest Betas in your pack, but you fight like an animal who’s out of control.

Corey: *leans forward in his seat* Let’s get one thing straight. Yes, I may fight in an untraditional manner and I won’t win the knight in shining award. I do what I have to in order to make sure that my family and pack are safe. Plus, if you get the reputation as a crazy motherfucker, then Dires begin to fear you. Which makes other packs think twice before they attack us.

Stephani: So, you have this whole badass attitude. Does that mean that there isn’t anything you’re afraid off?

Corey: Next question, please.

Stephani: Why do I have the feeling that once you meet your mate, he’s going to bring you to your knees?

Corey: That’s not going to ever happen?

Stephani: Why would you say that?

Corey: I don’t have the capacity to love.

Stephani: I call bullshit on that one. You love your brothers.

Corey: That’s only because they’re blood, so that doesn’t count.

Stephani: What if I write in a mate for you?

Corey: You wouldn’t do that. There is no way you would make some unlucky sap go through all that suffering. If somebody grew feelings for me then it would soon turn into a curse. I was made for one thing only and that’s to fight and kill. Who in the hell would want to be hooked up with something like that?

Stephani: *decides to change the subject, after all, she is the writer and she’ll do whatever she damn well pleases* Can you think of your best birthday memory?

Corey: I don’t have one. *pauses for a moment* Wait, I do. I think it was when I had my seventh birthday. My mom knew how much I loved that old cartoon G.I. Joe. She made the whole party themed around it. She even bought fake, plastic guns and hand grenades. We spent hours playing war with each other. I think I got fifty kills that day.

Stephani: Wait a minute. Are you actually smiling?

Corey: Why is that so surprising to you. I do get happy from time-to-time.

Stephani: And what about the spaces in between?

Corey: That’s when I realize just how fucked up this world is and then I get angry again.

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Read more about Corey in my next book, Deck the Dire Wolves. It’s coming out at MLR Press on the second of December. You can preorder it at Amazon or Are now. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B018DE8Q0U/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_m.5uwb0NYM1HG

At this moment, I would like to take a pause and remember all the people who were killed or injured during the most recent terrorist attack on Paris. My thoughts and prayer go out to all of you and I hope someday that we’ll be able to overcome this kind of cowardly deed. Until then I want all of you to know that we are by your side and you have all our love and support.




Quentin Heart – Day 24

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Quentin let his gaze slide up and down Jaks. He couldn’t deny he’d been holding back before hoping the vampire would change his mind. The level of commitment Jaks required scared Quentin to his soul.

“It’ll be all right, my sweet. I’ll take excellent care of you.”

“Uh, huh.” Quentin eyed Jaks. “You think I’m going to sit around like the little lady and expect you to take care of me?”

Jaks placed his hands on Quentin’s hips leaving a foot separating them. “I want you to be whoever you want to be I just want to be part of it. Now how about you stop being so stubborn.”

He should argue. He was planning on it. Yep, any minute now he’d tell the tall, sexy vampire that he wouldn’t be accepting his terms. Maybe after another kiss.

Quentin made the first move stepping into the space Jaks had made between them. “I’ll take care of myself. I don’t need you to fight my battles, I need you to be by my side.” Quentin couldn’t stress too much how he wouldn’t be coddles. He’d taken care of himself most of his life. Growing up with a single mother created independence.

Jaks slid his fingers across Quentin’s face as if mapping them for a quiz later. Quentin imagined he could feel every dip and ridge of Jaks fingerprints as he traced his face. Heat began to build, warming him deep down then spreading like tree limbs throughout his body.

Quentin’s mouth opened in a gasp only to be covered by Jaks firm, warm lips. How could a being that lived on blood remain so warm? All thoughts were pushed out of his mind when Jaks invaded Quentin’s mouth with his tongue, tasting all Quentin had to offer and coming back for more.

For a few minutes Quentin let Jaks have his way responding but not taking control. He didn’t wish to trigger Jaks hunting instincts not when he hoped to lure the vampire into his bed.

Jaks lifted his mouth allowing Quentin time for air. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“At my apartment.”

“Then why did you come here?”

Quentin sighed. “Because my first instinct was to think of home.” He looked around the small living room. “And no matter how long I’ve been away at college this is still home.”

Jaks grinned. “That’s sweet. Now teleport us to your place. I need a horizontal surface to show you properly how much I want you.”

“I like how you think.” Quentin grabbed Jaks and teleported to his bedroom. Before Jaks could comment Quentin shoved. Jaks toppled backwards onto Quentin’s bed. He stood and admired his new lover for a few minutes before stripping off his shirt.

Jaks jumped up and immediately began removing his own clothes. This was no sexy striptease meant to titillate a new lover. They were both too hungry, too needy and in too much of a hurry to prolong the buildup. If either of their clothes were usable after this it would be a minor miracle.

Quentin slid onto his bed, naked and willing. His cock bobbed ahead of him like a divining rod seeking his mate.

“You are gorgeous,” Jaks said, his voice hushed and worshipful. “I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect mate.”

Quentin could feel the burn on his cheeks. He wasn’t used to compliments on his looks. His mind had garnered more than a little interest but his face and body weren’t as highly prized.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” After all Quentin was the last guy Jaks would ever have sex with.

“Oh I’m very happy.” Jaks crawled onto the bed until he lay beside Quentin.

It was hard to concentrate on banter when sleek skin and firm muscles were on display. He could barely focus on his next thought much less string together consonants and vowels into coherent words.

Giving up on verbal communication Quentin slid a hand behind Jaks neck and pulled him closer. This time he was the aggressor. He rolled them until Jaks lay beneath him. Quentin sighed against Jaks’s mouth at the full body contact of warm bodies together. Damn, nothing had ever felt this good. He moaned against Jaks mouth as he kissed the vampire ending the embrace with a playful bite of Jaks bottom lip.

“You don’t want to be toying with a vampire, my sweet.”

“I don’t?” Quentin raised his eyebrows, teasing Jaks with a smile. “I think I might.”

“When you bite me, I’ll bit back.”

“Promise!” Quentin needed to be bitten. He had to know what he was getting into. If he couldn’t handle Jaks needs then they’d have to come up with another solution to their bonding. At this point Quentin was all in and needed some reassurance that this might work out after all.

“I will always keep my promises to you, my mate. You will be the one person I will always share the truth.”

“Good.” Quentin slid down Jaks body kissing as he went. He lapped and bit a Jaks’s right nipple until Jaks growled and plunged his fingers into Quentin’s hair to pull him away. “Sensitive?”

“I didn’t think so until now.” Jaks’s incisors had descended and lust gleamed in his eyes.

Quentin’s ego took a boost, shooting up to the height of the stars in the sky. He scooted down further intent on tasting his prize.

A soft tune interrupted his goal.

“Do. Not. Answer. That!” Jaks demanded.

“I have to. It’s the hospital.” Quentin’s stomach sank as he searched his pockets to find the little device.


Welcome Birthday Guest Andrew Grey!

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Hello, this is Andrew Grey and I want to take a minute to thank Amber for having me and to wish her a Happy Birthday.  I have the pleasure of seeing Amber two or three times a year and it’s always a great deal of fun.  She’s such an upbeat, energetic person that you just want to spend time with her.  She and her husband are both so generous with their time and their company.  It’s so amazingly awesome!

As an author, one of the things we do in these blog posts is talk about our latest release.  And frankly I’m running out of things to say.  I’ve written multiple guest blog posts, put things on Facebook, my own blog, Tweeted, Instagramed, and god knows what else by now.  So in this blog post I’m going to talk about…  Jesus!  Yes you guessed it.  I’m so damn boring that if I can’t talk about my latest release I may as well shut the hell up.  So what to talk about?  I could always go back to talking about Amber or the fact that I’ll be working with her next month.  She and my alter ego, Dirk Greyson are going to write a story together.  That’s’ pretty awesome.

Aw hell, I guess I’m going to have to break my own rule and talk about my release.  Wait, how about if I just put the blurb and an excerpt below.  You can look if you want and if not, then… well… I think I’m going to shut up now.  You can be relieved, its perfectly okay, after all I am.  Happy Birthday Amber!!!!

Okay.  I’ll shut up shutting up.



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Eyes Only For Me

For years, Clayton Potter’s been friends and workout partners with Ronnie. Though Clay is attracted, he’s never come on to Ronnie because, let’s face it, Ronnie only dates women.

When Clay’s father suffers a heart attack, Ronnie, having recently lost his dad, springs into action, driving Clay to the hospital over a hundred miles away. To stay close to Clay’s father, the men share a hotel room near the hospital, but after an emotional day, one thing leads to another, and straight-as-an-arrow Ronnie make a proposal that knocks Clay’s socks off! Just a little something to take the edge off.

Clay responds in a way he’s never considered. After an amazing night together, Clay expects Ronnie to ignore what happened between them and go back to his old life. Ronnie surprises him and seems interested in additional exploration. Though they’re friends, Clay suddenly finds it hard to accept the new Ronnie and suspects that Ronnie will return to his old ways. Maybe they both have a thing or two to learn.




Ronnie led the way to the elevators and then down to the main floor. The hospital was a maze of departments and halls that went on forever, intersecting with others that also seemed to go as far as the eye could see. We didn’t talk, and as my nerves ramped up, I moved faster and faster. Ronnie kept up with me until sweat broke out on the back of my neck. Then I slowed and stopped, wondering where in the hell I was.

“Let’s head back. We’re on the other side of the hospital,” Ronnie told me. He turned and led me back. “You know, whatever happens, it’s going to be okay. I bellyache sometimes, and I miss my dad, but it will be okay.” Ronnie stopped walking and turned to me. “After the funeral there were times when I wanted to die. I thought about taking my own life more than once.” He blinked a few times, and I yanked him into a hug, cradling his head in my hands. I expected him to pull away, but he held me back. “It was the meds and the OCD going overboard. I know that now, but I felt like I couldn’t go on.”

“But you could. We were all there for you. I was there.”

“You were, and I remember you coming over, watching television with me.”

“You were in bed, and I….”

“You lay next to me for hours. We didn’t talk, just watched television.”

“As I remember it was car racing or something.” I released him and stepped back.

“I knew that day that you loved me,” Ronnie said, and I stiffened. Had I been so transparent? “You’re my good friend, and I love you for that. I found out who my true friends were after my dad died.”

“I know.” I’d seen him cut people out of his circle after that. They just seemed to disappear.

Ronnie began walking again. He didn’t talk, and for that I was grateful. Some time alone with my thoughts was appreciated, but too much would drive me out of my mind. We reached the elevator and took it back up to the ICU floor.

Quentin Heart – Day 23

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Quentin stared at Jaks. “You’re not serious.”

“About what?”

“How you’ll never get over my leaving. I mean it sounds romantic and everything but there are other guys out there. I’m nothing special.” Quentin couldn’t hide his horror. How could he be Jaks only chance?

Jaks pressed Quentin against the door, aligning their bodies until Quentin could feel every delicious muscled inch. “You don’t understand do you Quentin? Vampires can have as much sex or partners as they want but there is only one person made specifically for them and once they find their one, everyone else fades away.”

“But what if I’m killed? What happens to you then?” Quentin tried to concentrate on his words but Jaks scent filled his nose and he had to use all of his concentration not to press his face against the vampire’s neck and inhale. He could roll around in Jaks smell forever.

“I die. Once we’re bonded. If you are dead I’ll no longer have the will to go on.”

Quentin held back a snort of disbelief. Jaks eyes didn’t have an inch of humor. He fully believed what he told Quentin. “That’s a lot of responsibility to place on another person.”

“It is. But once we’re bonded you will be harder to kill as well. I’ll also be happy to transform your mother.”

“I don’t think she could survive that even if she wanted to be a vampire.” The thought of his mother getting better had his heart race.

“She could. It would actually be easier to transform her since she is closer to death. Talk to her. If she’s willing I’ll have someone change her.”

“Not you?” Quentin didn’t trust another vampire that close to his mother.

“No. If I changed her that would make me her sire, like a father and since I’m your mate it would make relations awkward.”

“Who would you pick?” Quentin didn’t like the thought of a strange vampire draining his mother.

“I would ask for volunteers and let you choose. I expect many would volunteer because they want to curry favor with me.”

“Oh.” Quentin wanted to rush to the hospital and talk to his mother right away.


“What?” Quentin changed his focus to the beautiful man still pressing against him.

“Stay with me. I don’t want your mother to be between us. If you choose not to be mine I will still transform your mother because of the favor you did taking out Vlad. Don’t pick me to save your mother.”

Quentin flushed. “Can you read my mind?”

Jaks chuckled. “No. But you aren’t that hard to figure out. Anyone who would take on the dangerous job of hunting vampires to pay his mother’s medical bills wouldn’t think anything of binding himself to one to save her. Although I admire your dedication I’d like some of that pointed toward me.”

He didn’t know what to say. “I appreciate you giving me the option. I do. I’m very attracted to you Jaks. When you are close like this I have difficulty thinking. And yes I would take your offer to save my mother.” Quentin went to his tiptoes to kiss Jaks. After a brief hesitation, Jaks groaned and took over.

The sweet brush of lips turned into an all out assault. Jaks slammed Quentin against the door, rubbing their erections together through the layers of their clothing.

A low frustrated groan rolled up his throat. He grabbed Jaks shoulders and pushed. After several more kisses Jaks allowed the separation.

“If you are turning me down, you are failing spectacularly, my sweet.”

“I have a lot of enemies after me. If we are going to bond you should know this.” Quentin didn’t want either of them to come into this with anything less than full disclosure.

“So do I and mine have teeth,” Jaks said.

“Mine have a lot more.” He waited to see if Jaks would say anything more but when he remained silent Quentin continued. “Fine. Let’s bond.”

Jaks laughed. The rich chuckle curled around Quentin like a warm blanket. “You are completely delightful, my sweet, and absolutely mine.”

Before he could say anything else. Jaks lifted Quentin up and draped him over one shoulder.

“What happened to walking under my own steam?”

Jaks slapped Quentin’s ass with a playful pop. “Are you saying no?”


“Good.” Jaks opened his door and walked through.

The scent slammed into Quentin before they’d taken more than two steps. “Put me down.”

Immediately Jaks set Quentin on his feet.

“Stay right there,” Quentin ordered without much hope the vampire would obey. Jaks hadn’t shown a great deal of tendency to do as told but Quentin remained hopeful.

“What’s the danger?”

“Someone has been in here. I can smell their magic.” Quentin waved his right hand in a complicated pattern. Gold sparkles lit up the room. They settled in a thick layer over Jaks’s desk.

“What’s that mean?” Jaks pointed at his desk.

“Whatever they were looking for they must’ve thought they’d find it there.”

“I wonder why? I don’t keep any important papers in there. Those are for casual letter writing.”

“What vampires don’t have email?” Quentin asked.

“Some old school vampires don’t have computers or don’t trust them. I have a few old mentors I still correspond with who prefer the old ways.”

“Why would it matter if you sent them a letter?”

“It wouldn’t unless they were looking for someone.”

“Hmm.” Quentin used his magic to continue his investigation. A hard object met his search. “Oh crap.”


Quentin grabbed Jaks wrist. “We need to get out of here.”

He pulled his magic and wrapped it around both of them. Seconds before they teleported the sound of the explosion deafened Quentin’s ears.

They landed in his mother’s living room. Quentin shook his head willing his hearing to return.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jaks asked.

“Someone tried to bomb you. I thought they were after me but maybe they were hoping to trap me in the store room as an attack on you.” The novel idea of Quentin not being the target still was sinking in.

“It’s possible. Maybe now isn’t the time to claim you. I don’t want to bring you into my danger.”

Quentin stepped away from Jaks and began to laugh. “I have bone wolves following me around, a stepmother who hates me and happens to be the fae queen, a freaky vampire that tried to kill my closest friend and my mother is dying. You think you can add anything more? You need to step up your game if you think you’re even a contender.”

“Oh is that right?” Jaks walked over to Quentin and slid his fingers into Quentin’s hair before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I think I have enough game.”

Before Quentin could speak again, Jaks kissed him on the mouth. No kiss was too gentle of a word for the complete devouring of Quentin’s body and soul. In that moment he would’ve offered Jaks anything he wanted, anything at all. He’d always read those books where the hero melted and scoffed at the description. Now he knew what the author meant. Quentin could’ve easily have given up his will, his life, his everything to Jaks if asked.

When they finally broke apart Quentin almost cried at the separation.

“I’d give you up in a second if it meant keeping you safe but the more I know you, my sweet, the more I think you need me to make it past the next day. You are a trouble magnet and it will take my entire coven to keep one small wizard out of danger.”

“I’m not small, you’re just a behemoth,” Quentin grumbled.

“Of course, my mistake. How about we start that bonding now?”

“Shouldn’t we let everyone know you are safe?”

“My people already know. They would feel my death. Once I took over the leadership I connected everyone together with a psychic link. They can only feel what I let them but they would know if I was permanently gone.”

“Would it hurt them?” If the vampires would feel pain at the death of their leader it might eliminate a vampire as a suspect.

“Not really. They would feel deep sorrow but it would pass quickly unless they had a more permanent connection to me. If I sired them they would suffer.”

Quentin frowned as he tried to untangle the complexities of vampire relations. “So we should eliminate anyone you sired as a guilty party.”

“Not necessarily. If someone hates me enough they might think it worth the loss. Now do you need to do some sort of telepathic message to Grevin and let him know you are fine? I can’t guarantee my people will think to tell him.”

Quentin pulled out his cell phone. “I could just call him.”

A short conversation later he put away his phone. He let his gaze travel up and down Jaks body. “Now about that bonding.”


Welcome Birthday Guest Jackie Nacht!

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Before I hand the mic over to Sparks and Winslow, I wanted to give a big shout out and thank you to the Birthday Girl, Amber Kell. Have a great Birthday month. To her fans, thank you for having me and letting me be part of the fun. I wanted to add to her fun and offer a $10 Amazon card to a commenter below. Thank you!


So without further ado, the twins from Paranormal Dentistry for the Fanged and Friendly, Winslow and Sparks can you tell me about their favorite birthday memory?


*Hands mic over to Winslow”


Winslow: *Blows into in and taps on the head* This thing on?

Sparks: *Yanks mic out of Winslow’s hand and sings* I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight.

Winslow: This isn’t Karoke night.

Sparks: It isn’t?

Winslow: No she asked us about our favorite birthday memory.

Sparks: I’m the oldest.

Winslow: *gives Sparks the stink eye* By two fucking minutes. Who the hell cares?

Sparks: You do.

Winslow: I do not.

Sparks: Do!


*Sparks shifts into his chipmunk form followed by Winslow and the two fight chipmunk MMA style*


Well, that kind of went down hill fast. Sorry ya’ll. I don’t think the twins are going to answer the question. Maybe next time. Come with some nuts, they may cooperate.


Hot On a Chipmunk’s Tail featuring Will and Jason, is out now at MLR Press and Amazon. White Pine Chipmunk Invasion featuring Winslow and Teegan will be coming out on December 25th. Thank You.