Moon Pack Monday!


Jager entered the bar wearing his tightest jeans and his stretchy red T-shirt highlighted his hard abs. He closed his eyes, danced in among the crowd of partiers and waited. A low growl set the hairs on his arm on end. A circle cleared around him as a large man pushed his way through the crowd and grabbed Jag as he danced past.

“You’re playing with fire little wolf,” Ryder growled. “How did you make it down the street without being mauled?”

Jag grinned. “I drove.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Ryder squeezed Jag’s ass.

“I thought we should have a night on the town.”

Ryder let out a rolling growl when a pair of dancers came too close. They scurried away. “You still look like a model. Maybe you could grow dreadlocks or a scruff beard? A small pot belly would look good on you.”

“Really? Want me unshaven and fat? That do it for you?”

Ryder ran his hands up and down Jag’s back. “I’m thinking it would be a great way to get other people to stop staring at my mate.” Ryder kissed Jag’s neck. “I’ll take you any way I can get you. Even if I have to put up with having an absurdly beautiful mate.”

Jag laughed until he had to cling to Ryder to hold himself up.

“Hey, man you share?” A tall, handsome wolf shifter eyed Jager like a greedy miser who just spotted a pile of gold.

Ryder stopped moving to confront the shifter. “You couldn’t afford the cost?”

“He’s be worth anything,” the wolf shifter said.

“Then you won’t mind me ripping off your head and flinging across the bar like a Frisbee because that’s what it will take before I let you touch my mate.” Ryder roared and flashed his long canines.

Shaking, the wolf fled along with a large group of dancers.

Jag patted his mate’s chest. “Those anger management courses are really paying off.”

Ryder snorted. “As if I’d let anyone other than you manage me. Besides I didn’t actually decapitate him. I talked to him first. See, that’s progress.”

“Ry!” Dare scurried across the dance floor. “You have to stop scaring the guests no matter how hot your mate is.”

Dare winked at Jag who unsuccessfully tried to hide his laughter.

“The only reason I’m not smacking you for flirting with Jag, is you’re my brother and for a wolf your mate can be a scary bastard.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Dare wiped a pretend tear. “Why don’t you two go to the kitchen? I’ve got Henry preparing a special meal for you. Happy Anniversary.”

Dare rushed off.

“Oh crap. I-I’m so sorry I forgot. Is it the day we met?”

Jag pulled out his phone and checked the date. “Huh, I guess it is.”

“You mean Dare is the only one out of the three of us who knows we have an anniversary today?” Ryder laughed. “Maybe we should tell him.”

Jag grinned. “Let’s not. Let’s go enjoy our special meal. We can thank Dare later.”

Ryder sniffed. “Just for that I’m going to invent a special day for Dare and tell Steven he forgot it.”

“Can you just imagine Steven’s face if he thought he missed something.” Steven’s love for Dare was practically legendary in the shifter community. After an initial rough patch the wolf shifter went out of his way to make every day special for his mate. Jag was still giggling when they entered the kitchen and found a gourmet meal laid out before them.

Tuesday’s Torturous Teasers!

Discreetly Yours  (Coming Eventually) *snicker*

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“Are you sure you want to work for us?”

Harvey Aaker looked up at the muscular Dom frowning down at him from across the large wooden desk. Dane Faber had all the characteristics of the classic Dom. Large muscular chest, leather vest and a scowl to send the bravest sub to his knees within seconds. He was nothing like Harvey’s old master.

To gather his strength Harvey touched his leather collar. He swallowed a few times before he could speak past the lump in this throat. “Um, yes sir. I’d like to work.”

“Do you need the money? I thought James had left you well off.” Faber had been a friend of Harvey’s master. Many nights they’d spent smoking cigars with Harvey on his knees waiting to serve them.

Harvey blinked back tears. “No Master Faber. I don’t need the money. I just need something to do.”

Faber shuffled some papers on his desk. “Why don’t you go back to school? I know you enjoyed your art classes.”

Stunned, Harvey met Faber’s eyes for a brief second before looking away. “I like art. I don’t like school. My master indulged my interests but I’m not book smart.”

“Look at me!” Faber growled.

Harvey quickly met the Dom’s gaze. He couldn’t resist a direct order.

“James adored you and he thought you were incredibly talented. He might not have praised you as much as he should have but don’t let that make you think you don’t have talent. If you like I can arrange a gallery opening for you.”

The idea of a bunch of people wandering around and criticising his work made Harvey shake. He clenched his hands together to hide his shivering. “N-no thank you sir,” he stumbled over his words to try as he tried to politely turn down what he was sure Faber thought was a generous offer but infused Harvey with more terror than the imaginary monster under his bed did as a child.

“As you wish. I’m not a sub so I don’t understand your compulsion to wait on people. We have a client today who is particularly exacting. I’m going to send you out with Tobi and José they’ll show you what to do. It’s exacting work but from what I remember of how you kept James’s house you won’t have any problems. Any questions before you sign your contract?”

Harvey licked his lips. Now that he actually had a chance for employment nerves set in. “I don’t want to disappoint you sir.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. I only have one main rule. You can’t have sex with the client.”

A chuckle escaped Harvey’s lips. “I don’t think that will be a problem sir.”

He hadn’t wanted sex since James died. He suspected his libido had died with his master, funny, suave James who Harvey had adored even through his traumatic chemo stages. When James had lost his fight with prostate cancer Harvey had thought he’d die too. Now six months later, still broken-hearted, Harvey could cope with the pain but not the loneliness of their large condo. He considered selling it and getting something smaller for himself. A place that didn’t include memories of sickness, chunks of lost hair and despair.

Fun-loving James’s life hadn’t ended well and Harvey’s last memories of his master weren’t good ones.

“Sign here.”

Harvey shook his head to break the daydream from his head. He picked up a pen and carefully reviewed the words.

“Don’t you trust me?” Faber asked, the words more curious than condemning.

“Master always said ‘words on paper are more binding than words from a friend’,” Harvey repeated by rote.

A rich chuckle had Harvey looking up.

“You learned well. I’m glad you’re taking the time to look it over. I’ll be happy to answer any questions. We pay more than average house cleaners since we offer extra services including cleaning play rooms and occasional submission.”

Harvey froze. “Will I be required to provide submission to the masters I clean for?”

“No. You are on a service only contract. I figured you weren’t ready for more. If at any time you wish to change that just come to me and we can adjust your service list. You can never have sex with a client. We offer submission not prostitution. If a client wishes to use one of our submissives as a host or a whip demonstration we of course will allow that providing both parties are willing.”

Harvey nodded his understanding. The contract looked good and the money would add to his already nice nest egg. He quickly signed his name before he could change his mind. He needed to get out of the house. Even to escape for a few hours a day would help him along. He couldn’t take the silence any longer without going mad. Art was a hobby for Harvey not a passion. His only passion rested on his fireplace mantle in a shiny urn.

Moon Pack Mondays

Okay I know it’s technically Tuesday and its not the one I said I would write last week but Parker was feeling bossy so he got a chance.

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Elliott kneeled on the floor waiting for his lover.

The sound of the door opening and closing reached him but he didn’t break his stance.

“Hmm, someone’s been looking at websites again,” a deep voice said. Elliott didn’t look up.

Parker’s strong fingers tilted Elliott’s chin up. “How is my beautiful mate this evening?”

“I’m well.” His day had been hectic but he had balanced the budget and everything had worked out in the end.

Parker stroked Elliott’s neck. Elliott shivered when his mate brushed across the lightning mark that the alpha mate left on his skin. Ever since Anthony had branded him with a lightning bolt that bit of his skin was super sensitive. Parker took advantage of that every minute he could.

“As much as I love coming home to find you naked and kneeling I think I prefer you tied to our bed.” Parker held out his hand for Elliott.

Elliott let his mate help him stand. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Parker wrapped his fingers around the back of Elliott’s neck and lifted him for a kiss. Elliott melted into his lover’s embrace. Every time Parker touched him he fell a little more in love.

“I appreciate the effort.” Parker ran his hand across Elliott’s head. “But then I always appreciate you.”

“Yes you do.” Not a day went by when Elliott didn’t feel Parker’s love. Waking up beside his mate was like living a dream. No matter how bad his day, returning home to his mate made it all worthwhile.

“I brought you a present.” Parker pulled a long jewelry box out of his pocket then dropped to one knee before holding out the box.

Elliott accepted the box with shaking fingers. He took a deep breath then opened it. A shimmering necklace formed of thick gold links lay inside a blue velvet bed.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Elliott, my beloved mate I would be honored if you would publicly acknowledge our bond by wearing my mating necklace.”

Elliot blinked back tears. He pulled the beautiful chain out of the box and dropped the packaging on the floor. “I’d be honored.”

Parker stood. “May I put it on you?”

Elliott nodded. A few tears escaped down his cheeks. “Yes, please.”

Accepting the necklace from Elliott, Parker slipped the chain around Elliott’s throat and attached the clasp. “There. You are all set. Everyone will know you’re mine.”

“Everyone knew that anyway.” Parker had made sure everyone in the pack knew Elliott belonged to him.

Parker grinned, his eyes flashing gold for a second. “But now you are marked as mine.”

“Hmm and how will I mark you back?” There was no denying Parker’s strength attracted the attention of other shifters.

Parker groaned. “I hate to give up teasing Silver, but in the summer we will exchange rings.”

“Will we now?” Elliott raised an eyebrow at his mate.

“What? The mating necklace was the important thing. The rings are just to keep away any pesky humans who might think they have a chance with you.”

Elliott laughed at Parker’s put upon expression.

“I love you, my mate.”

Parker kissed Elliott, a slow slide of lips together. When he lifted his mouth, Parker’s eyes glowed with desire. “I want to show you the new knots I learned.”

“I knew it was a mistake to let you go to that fancy body tying thing.”

“It’s an art form.” Parker frowned at Elliott. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.”

Elliott grinned. “I never said that.”

“Good.” Parker slid his fingers through Elliott’s and dragged him to the bedroom to show off his new skills.

Moon Pack Bar Name!

Okay after much deliberation I’ve (with hubby’s help) chosen Bar 47 by Shellirie . I liked it because it is ordinary enough humans will overlook it and still has the atomic number for Silver. Plus it sounds like club!

Congratulations Shellrie, please contact me at to claim your prize!

Seducing Rain Out Now!

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This is the fourth and last book of this unseries series. They include Wooing Master Jones, Considering Carlyle, and Mastering Will.


Two stubborn men try to find love, balance and the path to escape a killer’s hold…

Rainier Lemmon had taken one picture too many. After accidentally capturing a shooting on film, he finds himself in danger and needing a place to hide out.

Greg Carter has wanted Rain back ever since their one and only weekend together. But when Rain returns, it’s meant to be only temporary.

Can Greg seduce Rain into staying longer? Possibly forever.


Chapter One

Greg Carter walked through his club. Music vibrated the floorboards masking the groans and gasps from club members as they gave into passion. People seeking privacy slinked in and out of the rooms lining the back walls.

Bored. Greg could admit it if only to himself that his club had lost some of its appeal. His general manager took care of the day-to-day stuff and after years of hiring and firing until he had the right combination of employees, he now had a great staff he trusted to do their jobs. He’d recently expanded and added a nightclub for the non-BDSM crowd. Even the rush of money from that venture didn’t dent his boredom. The challenge had faded from his life as soon as the club had opened and proven to be a success.

Shoving his hands into his pockets he scanned the crowd for potential problems. Everything appeared peaceful. Damn it. A hollow ache twisted his heart but Greg refused to acknowledge the pain as anything other than restlessness. It had nothing to do with a stubborn, beautiful sub that refused to stick around or return Greg’s phone calls. He’d moved on to sending random texts, but received the same results.

Snarky, gorgeous Rain with his defensive gray eyes and high pain threshold had given Greg one of the best weekends of his life, then disappeared. Over the past few weeks Greg had called Rain several times but when his messages weren’t returned he’d stopped. If Rain wanted Greg he knew where to find him. Unfortunately when Rain left Greg’s townhouse without a backward glance he took Greg’s libido with him. Even standing in a sea of gorgeous and willing twinks Greg’s cock didn’t even twitch. Now, nothing. Fuck.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent another text to Rain with little hope. What had he done wrong? Rain had left smiling and relaxed even if no promises had crossed either of their lips.

He spotted his brother and headed toward his table. The boy Greg had watched over his entire life had transformed into a grown man with a thriving art career and a devoted lover of his own. Every struggle in Greg’s life had been worth seeing his brother happy.

“How’s it going, bro?” Stephen grinned up at Greg from Victor Jones’s lap. An ever-present sketchbook lay across his knees and he clutched a pencil in his right hand.

Victor nodded in greeting but Greg could tell every millimeter of his attention was focused on Stephen, as it should be. Greg had struggled with their relationship at first, not wanting his brother to get involved with the older and much more experienced Dom. Now, Greg couldn’t imagine his brother without Victor; they were two halves of a matched set.

“Everything’s great. How about you?” Stephen appeared happy but his brother tended to have an easygoing outlook on life. Luckily Victor protected Stephen with the zeal of a hungry guard dog watching over a plate of steak. Examining his brother’s face, Greg spotted nothing but joy. Good, one less person he wanted to kill.

“I’m taking care of him,” Victor said. The Dom met his gaze with an amused one of his own as if he could read Greg’s mind and knew even now he was still on trial.

Greg nodded. “Good.”

From conversations with Stephen the only complaint his brother had involved Victor’s reluctance to introduce Stephen to deeper forms of submission. Stephen longed to enjoy Victor’s expertise with a whip. Victor still refused. Greg tried to keep out of their business but he had encouraged Stephen to talk to his lover.

Relationships were too much fucking work. He subdued the little voice in his head whispering that Rain would be worth the effort. Scowling, he gagged the nagging voice and tied it up in a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of his mind.

“Have you heard from Rain?” Stephen’s compassionate gaze prodded Greg, urging him to spill his secrets. Greg resisted the temptation. He’d been the one to perfect the look, after all.

“No. I think we’re over. He’s ignoring me right now.” He played it off as unimportant. For anyone else it would’ve worked but Stephen knew Greg better than anyone on the planet.

“He’ll come around. If he doesn’t I’ll talk to him.” Stephen stated, confidence filling his tone.

Greg laughed. He’d love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. Skittish, cautious Rain chatting with Stephen who never met an obstacle he couldn’t overcome with sheer perseverance. Hell, he’d sell tickets. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m not going to chase someone who doesn’t want me.”

If Rain refused to be caught Greg would have to admit defeat.

“Just because he’s not calling you back doesn’t mean he’s not interested. Maybe he’s a complex guy. Don’t give up on him yet. He could still come around,” Stephen urged.

“Maybe.” Greg patted Stephen on the shoulder, refusing to grab that bit of false hope. “See you later. You two should come have dinner with me next week.”

He hadn’t missed the tightening of Victor’s grip. The Dom still worried Greg would try to separate them. Greg didn’t know what to do to allay Victor’s fears. He might have tried to keep them apart at the beginning but he could see how his brother thrived in Victor’s care. All he’d ever wanted was his brother to be happy.

Stephen grinned. “I’ll call you and we’ll find a time.”

Greg met Victor’s gaze. Victor nodded his agreement. He had no doubt Stephen had the Dom wrapped around his little submissive finger but he didn’t want to cause a fight between the pair. “Great, see you soon.”

Leaving the happy couple, Greg continued searching the crowd. It struck him that his gaze always stopped at slim brunets. He might have convinced his head that pursuing Rain was a big mistake but his heart still liked the idea.

Forever My Love #34

The shifter’s gaze pinned on Trent left Lee free to stand up and back away. He didn’t want the wolf man to think he was trying to steal his mate. Lee had enough problems of his own without being accused of stealing men he didn’t truly want. He might have entertained the idea of dating Trent but with his husband coming back to him he had to find a way to retrieve Antonio from the angel.

Sneaky Michael.

Lee walked around looking for any other signs but only one feather remained.

Trent eyed the slim wolf man. “You’re the one I hit with my car. Did you escape all right the other day?” He tried to keep his eyes on the man’s face but his gaze dipped down to survey the toned body and swiftly hardening cock. Damn the man was a beautiful beast.

“Yes, I’m Ike.”


“Nice to meet you,” Trent said. “Did you want to come inside? I’m sure Lee will loan you some clothes.”

Ike shifted his gaze over to Lee than back to Trent.

“Lee, You’ll let Ike borrow some sweats right?” he called over his shoulder almost afraid to take his eyes off the beautiful shifter.

“Hmm, oh sure. Ike come on inside. You won’t hurt my dogs will you?” Lee asked.

“No.” Ike grinned. “I like dogs. They’re like little yappy children.”

Lee snorted. “Okay, then. Come on inside we’re about the same size.”

The three men walked into Lee’s house. Immediately the dogs ran up to him to show their bellies and get pets from Lee.

Trent grinned as Ike humored them with a friendly yip.

“I’ll be right back,” Lee said walking past them.

Before Trent could respond, Ike shoved him against the wall. For a little guy he definitely had super strength. Must be the shifter thing. “What are you doing?”

Ike’s eyes glowed a weird gold for a moment. “Nothing.” He scooted to his tiptoes and sniffed along Trent’s neck. “You smell so good mate.”

Trent groaned and tilted his head back to allow Ike to do whatever he wanted. His cock pressed against his zipper trying to get closer to Ike.

“Mmm, I want to bite you and claim you,” Ike growled.

“I can come back,” Lee said, humor in his voice.

Ike stepped back and Trent held back the whimper. He didn’t know if he believed in mates but he did know he wished to drag Ike to his bed.

“Thanks,” Ike said accepting the sweat pants Lee held out.

“You’re welcome,” Lee said.

Ike slipped them on hiding his gorgeous ass from Trent’s interested gaze.

Lee nudged him. “Perv.”

A laugh escaped Trent. “Maybe.” He didn’t understand this insane attraction to a guy he barely knew. Maybe there was some truth to the mates thing.

Tuesday Teaser!

Warning I haven’t done much with this one and it only has a holding name of Otto. BWAHAHAHAHAHA *wipes tears*

Renate sat in his cell and contemplated his chances of survival. The iron bars were stronger than him even if he used his super strength. As one of the top agents at the bureau he normally carried some metal dissolving powder but he’d been lured in by the jewel-eyed dragon.

“Don’t take it too hard, my dear.” The black dragon grinned at him from the other side of the bars. “I did enjoy our time together. I just have other needs. Magical needs. If it helps I would’ve picked you up in a bar anyway.”

It did help but Renate would sit there all day before admitting any such nonsense. “I have to admit my feelings were hurt. I’d looked forward to a sexy night with a dragon. Sad that we never got our time together.” He affected a hurt look.

The dragon laughed. “I’m a bastard but not that much of one. Fucking you then kidnapping you is below even my standards.”

Renate scowled. “Who said you would be doing the fucking.”

Svinwar leaned his face close to the bars. “Because I’m at the top of the food chain.”

“But not necessarily the fuck chain. I’ve had a dragon or two in my life.”

Svinwar straightened. “Perhaps, but lesser dragons. Black dragons are always in charge.”

Renate nodded his head. “I haven’t been with a black dragon before. I have always thought you were the same.”

He stifled a laugh at the dragon’s angry expression.

“All dragons are not the same. Are all humans?”

Renate shrugged. “I wouldn’t know I’m not human.”

A small fluttering creature interrupted their conversation. “You must release Ren,” the tiny creature demanded.

Svinwar held out his hand for the pixie to land. “And why is that my friend?”

“Because he’s wanted by the guardian.”

“What is your guardian’s name?”

The pixie stamped his foot. “I cannot say but he’s asked for Ren’s release so you must release him.”

Svinwar threw back his head and laughed, a great booming sound. “You think I will give in to your guardian’s demand because he sent one pixie?”

The pixie’s wings fluttered, an angry buzzing sound. “I am just one of many. If you do not give in we will descend like a plague and you will be sorry you ever crossed us.”

The dragon grinned. “Do your best.”

Renate had never known pixie grins could be so frightening.

“I was hoping you’d say that. The guardian only said I had to behave if you agreed.”

The pixie vanished in a cloud of powdery dust. A shrieking alarm pierced the air. Ren clapped his hands over his ears. “What the hell is that?”

Svinwar lost his smile. Ren had never seen a dragon turn pale before. “That’s my treasury room alarm. Someone’s breached my vault.”