New Blog Story – Catnapped Part 1!

Sorry it’s taken me so long. I had a problem deciding which story to use. I decided to pick the story Catnapped. It’s about an adopted lion shifter named Jacque Caldera who lives with the wolf pack who adopted him. When the vampires who own the land demand tribute Jacque donates blood along with the rest of the family. What he doesn’t know is his blood is much more potent and the leader of the vampires wants to know the source because he’s never felt this powerful before and he’s convinced Jacque is his mate.

The first entry is a little short. I just wanted to set up the story. I will try and post on Mon/Fri that way you can begin and end your week on a fun note. 🙂

Hope you enjoy.

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Nevio Bellone, leader of the Pacific Coast vampires, scowled as he read the email from Alpha Caldera. The local wolf leader’s refusal of his request had been abrupt but polite. The urge to rip out the alpha’s throat made his teeth ache.

“What’s wrong?” Zio asked.

Nevio glanced over at his second in command. “That wolf bastard won’t give me the donor names. He says it’s confidential.”

Bennie nodded. “He’s right. By our own laws he doesn’t have to identify donors.”

Nevio slammed down his laptop lid, the computer made an ominous crack. “I don’t care about rules. One of those wolves is my mate!”

Zio’s eyes widened. “Are you certain?”

“Positive. And since I’ve never sampled that taste before it had to be someone new. Does anyone have a roster of the wolves? Anyone new join?” Nevio tapped his lips, remembering the luscious flavor spilling over his lips. It was like drinking tap water his entire life then being fed ambrosia.

There were muttering denials around the room. None of the vampires there were of any help.

Bennie cleared his throat. The blond toyed with a strand of hair as he replied. “You could make him present them. Maybe say you suspect one of them is tainted and you want to see them all. As soon as you see him you’ll know which one it is.”

“That’s brilliant!” Nevio shouted.

“I know.” Bennie grinned. “I just have one question?”

“What?” Nevio opened his laptop pleased to see he hadn’t cracked the screen…again. He began to type up his email as he listened.

“What are you going to do if you get your hands on the guy? You can’t just snatch him from the wolf pack.”

“Why not! He’s mine!” Nevio growled. Why would the wolves keep one of their own from teaching his full potential?

“What if the wolves don’t want to give him up? Not everyone wants to mate with a vampire,” Zio pointed out.

“I don’t care. I’ll persuade him if I have to.” Nevio flashed his elongated incisors in an eerie smile. “He’s my other half. If I need to bring in a second pack to take them out and hand him over, I will.” The wolves only had their land on his say so. If they wanted to play hardball he could kick them all out.

Vampires searched all their lives to find their blood mate. The fact he found his mate after only three centuries put him ahead of many of his contemporaries. He refused to give up the blood connected to after one taste.

Bennie made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “They’re wolves they don’t have to do anything.”

“They run on my territory. If they want to continue to have room to hunt they’ll give him up.”

“You might want to be more diplomatic than that.”

“I’m letting the alpha know that I expect him to present all of his wolves when I visit next weekend. How does this sound? ‘Refusal will be in direct conflict of our contract and I will evict you from my property’.”

“Sounds like you lost your diplomacy,” Bennie said. “Maybe you should check your pockets.”

Nevio snorted. “Good. They need to learn I’m not fucking around.” Anger at the wolves burned through his veins. He refused to let a fur ball get in his way.

“And how will your mate feel if he finds out you threatened his pack? They are really protective,” Bennie asked.

“He’ll get over it.” Nevio suppressed the spurt of concern. He’d make his mate understand. Once they were bonded the shifter wouldn’t be able to leave him. “Besides once we’re mated he’ll be trapped here.”

Bennie rolled his eyes. “You’re all romance.”

“I don’t have to be romantic. I have fate on my side.” Nevio turned out his friend and focused on his email. He read it twice before clicking send.

“Done?” Zio asked.

Nevio nodded. “Yeah! That’ll send the pups into a frenzy.”

Throwback Thursday!

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BLURB:

Tim has been left for dead, but fate sent him back. While searching for his brother he stumbles across his soul mates and discovers both love and a new place to call home. He might not choose to be a fighter but he’ll do anything to keep his mates safe.

Aslic is a daywalker. Too independent to work under Alesandro, he accepts a contract with the vampire leader to oversee vampire properties and negotiate contracts. After spotting Oliver in Anthony’s company he decides to focus on the gorgeous wizard. However, when Tim claims Oliver as his own, Aslic decides to keep them both.

Oliver is an assassin brought in to kill Anthony but refuses to when he determines Anthony isn’t a threat to wizard kind. Unfortunately his boss has a different idea and when Oliver refuses to play their games he finds himself on the wrong side of a contract.

QSF stops by with a new book!


QSF has a new book out, the latest in our series of flash fiction anthologies:

Re.new.al (noun)

1) Resuming an activity after an interruption, or
2) Extending a contract, subscription or license, or
3) Replacing or repairing something that is worn out, run-down, or broken, or
4) Rebirth after death.

Four definitions to spark inspiration, a limitless number of stories to be conceived. Only 110 made the cut.

Thrilling to hopeful, Renewal features 300-word speculative fiction ficlets about sexual and gender minorities to entice readers.

Welcome to Renewal.

 

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Excerpt

Because these stories are only 300 words each, we’re not supplying long excerpts, but here are the first lines of several of the stories. Enjoy!

“Griselda pulled the weeds from between the rows of Valerianella locusta plants in the garden, careful not to disturb the buds that would grow into the babies that were her only real income-producing crop.” —The Witches’ Garden, by Rie Sheridan Rose

“I didn’t know how truly the world was in trouble until I went journeying to look for Anisette’s bluebonnets.” —Bluebonnets, by Emily Horner

“The ship’s drive malfunctioned at the worst possible time.” —The Return, by Andrea Speed

“Before we continue, there’s a rather macabre fact about me I should share.” —Rejuvenation, by Christine Wright

“When I died they buried me at the bottom of the garden and returned to the fields.” —Below the Hill, by Matthew Bright

“The world is ending and I can’t look away from your eyes.” —Sunrise, by Brigitte Winter

““Losing one’s superpowers to your arch nemesis sucks donkey nuts, I tell ya. And trust me when I say I suck a lot of them.” —Rainbow Powers, by Dustin Karpovich

“The day I was born again was damp, rainy—a good day for rebirth, all things considered.” —The Birthing Pod, by Michelle Browne

“Intwir’s twelve eyes roved over the container, taking in the cracked outer lock and the elasticated fabric stretched tightly over its exterior.” —In a Bind, by S R Jones

“‘You’ve reached Androgyne HelpLine. Press one to start service. Press two to interrupt or cancel service. Press three—’” —Auto-Renew, by Ginger Streusel

“The doctor tells me that my wife is dying, but I already know.” —I Will Be Your Shelter, by Carey Ford Compton

“‘San Francisco was the first to go dark, followed by Los Angeles.’” —When Light Left, by Lex Chase

“My fingers lingered on the synthetic skin, trailing soft patterns across my work.” —Miss You, by Stephanie Shaffer

 

Included Authors

‘Nathan Burgoine
A.M. Leibowitz
A.M. Soto
Abby Bartle
Aidee Ladnier
Alexis Woods
Andi Deacon
Andrea Felber Seligman
Andrea Speed
Andrea Stanet
Anne McPherson
Bey Deckard
Brigitte Winter
Carey Ford Compton
Carol Holland March
Carrie Pack
Catherine Lundoff
CB Lee
Christine Wright
Colton Aalto
Daniel Mitton
Dustin Blottenberger
Dustin Karpovich
E R Zhang
E.J. Russell
E.W. Murks
Ell Schulman
Ellery Jude
Eloreen Moon
Elsa M León
Emily Horner
Eric Alan Westfall
F.T. Lukens
Fenrir Cerebellion
Foster Bridget Cassidy
Ginger Streusel
Hannah Henry
Irene Preston
J. Alan Veerkamp
J. P. Egry
J. Summerset
J.S. Fields
Jaap Boekestein
Jackie Keswick
Jana Denardo
Jeff Baker
Jenn Burke
Joe Baumann
John Moralee
Jon Keys
Jude Dunn
K.C. Faelan
Kelly Haworth
Kiterie Aine
Kristen Lee
L M Somerton
L. Brian Carroll
L.M. Brown
L.V. Lloyd
Laurie Treacy
Leigh M. Lorien
Lex Chase
Lia Harding
Lin Kelly
Lloyd A. Meeker
Lyda Morehouse
M.D. Grimm
Martha J. Allard
Mary E. Lowd
Matt Doyle
Matthew Bright
Mia Koutras
Michelle Browne
Milo Owen
Mindy Leana Shuman
Naomi Tajedler
Natsuya Uesugi
Nephy Hart
Nicole Dennis
Ofelia Gränd
Patricia Scott
Paul Stevens
PW Covington
R R Angell
R.L. Merrill
Rebecca Cohen
Redfern Jon Barrett
Reni Kieffer
Richard Amos
RL Mosswood
Robyn Walker
Rory Ni Coileain
Rose Blackthorn
Ross Common
S R Jones
Sacchi Green
Sarah Einstein
Shilo Quetchenbach
Siri Paulson
Soren Summers
Stephanie Shaffer
Steve Fuson
Tam Ames
Terry Poole
Tray Ellis
Vivien Dean
Wendy Rathbone
Xenia Melzer
Zen DiPietro
Zev de Valera

My Poor Abandoned Blog &Re-Release!

At one time I was an awesome blogger. I would bloggety blog blog all the time. I have fallen off in the last year from my early blogging stardom. I’m going to try to get back into the groove. September is a brand new month and I hope to take advantage of starting new.

News:

I am almost done with my “P” Moon Pack book. I’m at 26k words so another 5-10k and it will be done if I get the plot all straightened out. I think I’m having issues with this one because I don’t want the series to start seeming all alike. I want each couple to be unique and interesting in their own way.

I will also be starting a new blog story. I know I haven’t even published my old stories but my blog is sad without new content and a story always perks it up 🙂

RE-RELEASE

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The series of shorts I did with ARe/Omnilit are being re-released in an anthology and an Amazon exclusive for a few months. They are not substantially changed since the prior release only a few editing changes and a snazzy new cover. If you are haven’t read them and are expecting hard core BDSM, this isn’t the collection for you. This is more BDSM lite but they are cute stories overall.

You can buy it here

Happy September and I will be starting new content soon! (not even soonish) LOL!

My Subby Valentine – 17

For those of you following along. This is the last bit of the book. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Two hours later, they finally made it back to Mase’s house. A bandage was wrapped around the Dom’s shoulder and Kit also had a few bandages where the rope had cut into his wrists.

“I’m too tired tonight but I can take you home in the morning.”

“Hell no!” Kit glared at the Dom. “There is no way you are getting rid of me.”

He planted his hands on his hips and gave Mase his best glare. Mase looked back at him calmly. “Kit—be reasonable…” A twinge of guilt went through him when he saw the effort it took Mase to stay standing.

“I’m done being reasonable. I’m your sub, dammit, and I belong to you now.”

Mase laughed…fucking laughed. Kit was ready to poke him in his bullet wound, which wasn’t a ‘scratch’ by any means.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I wouldn’t blame you if you needed your space after all this.”

Kit’s anger evaporated beneath Mase’s sincere expression. “The last thing I want right now is to be alone. I need to know when I wake up that some psycho doesn’t have a hold of me.”

“Then come to bed. We’ll straighten everything out tomorrow.”

The only thing they’d be straightening out tomorrow was when he could move all his stuff in.

Kit petted Pixie as he glared at his lover.

“Bring the damn dog too—she deserves combat cuddles,” Mase said as he walked past.

“Did you hear that, Pixie? Mase likes you,” Kit whispered.

The dog gave a happy bark.

Kit pulled a blanket off the bed and settled Pixie down for the night. The little dog curled up immediately.

“Come to bed,” Mase called.

Kit stopped stalling. As much as he longed to be with Mase, the entire encounter with Jon had him on edge. He stood at the end of the bed and stared at Mase.

“Are you all right?” Mase’s forehead creased in concern.

“I don’t know.” Kit answered honestly.

Mase stood up and walked over to him. Even wounded, the man oozed confidence.

“Strip and put your folded clothes on the chair.” Mase pointed to a chair in the corner.

At the direct guidance, Kit’s nerves smoothed out. Even his hands were steady as he quickly removed his clothing and followed Mase’s command.

After he finished his task, Kit assumed a waiting position. Hands clasped behind him, he focused his gaze straight ahead and set his feet shoulder width apart.

“Good.” Mase stroked a hand from Kit’s head to the middle of his back. “Do you want me?”

Kit nodded his head so vigorously he probably resembled a bobble head, but he didn’t care as long as Mase’s hand stayed on his body.

Mase gave a soft laugh as he circled behind Kit.

“I gave you several chances to get away but you didn’t…so now I’m keeping you. Any objections?”

“No, Sir.”

Kit knew Mase could see his excitement. His body rose to match his pleasure at the mere thought of belonging to Mase.

“Good. As we’ve both had a hard day and I’m injured, I’m not staging a big scene. I’m planning to lie on the bed and you’re going to show me how pleased you are to belong to me.” Mase’s wicked smile sent a fire through Kit’s body.

Mase climbed back on the bed after trailing a teasing finger across Kit’s chest.

Kit let a moan roll up his throat.

The vision of Mase lying on his bed and waiting for Kit like a pasha made Kit harder than granite.

Climbing onto the end of the bed, he crawled over Mase, enjoying the feel of Mase’s naked body brushing against his bare skin. He slid his cheek across Mase’s skin relishing the contact of warm flesh and silky leg hairs.

He hummed in appreciation.

“Don’t forget the condom and lube,” Mase warned, but his voice was languid.

Smiling, Kit leaned over Mase and reached to open the nightstand drawer. He made sure as much skin to skin contact happened as he retrieved the articles.

Mase’s laughter warmed Kit to his toes. He hoped to make the serious man laugh for many years to come.

His fingers brushed against a foil square and a tube.

Yes!

He waved them victoriously at Mase, who laughed again.

“Good job. Slick yourself up but sit up when you do it. I want to watch.”

Nodding, Kit slid up to his knees until he was positioned over Mase’s stomach. He opened the tube and poured lube over his fingers. He pushed one finger into his hole, making sure he brushed against Mase’s cock as he opened himself up. Two fingers and further rubbing made Mase groan. The Dom clamped his large hands on Kit’s hips, holding him still. Kit tried for a guileless look through his lashes.

“You might be on top but don’t think you’re in charge,” Mase growled.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Kit hoped he sounded innocent but the look he received told him he didn’t succeed.

“Uh huh.”

Kit laughed and slid a third finger into his ass. This time he didn’t rub against the Dom. Mase was more than capable of tying Kit up and not letting him come for hours. He quickly put the condom on Mase then slicked the Dom up so there was plenty of lubrication between them.

“Now ride me,” Mase ordered. Anyone else and Kit might have bridled at the tone, but Mase’s eyes contained enough heat to warm the coldest heart.

Kit dared a quick kiss on Mase’s hard mouth before obeying. Holding Mase’s cock, Kit lined his hole up and sank down on Mase’s shaft until he was completely filled.

He took a few slow breaths, letting his body adjust to the sensation.

“Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” Mase’s deep voice rumbled through Kit like a rolling tide, overwhelming and all consuming.

Kit shook his head. “I’m fine.” Lifting up on his knees, he sank back down. They both moaned at the motion. Kit could easily stay like this for hours if his ass wouldn’t make him pay for it in the morning.

“Move,” Mase ordered.

Quick to obey, Kit slid up and down on Mase’s shaft until the hands gripping his hips tightened to an almost painful intensity. “You feel so good,” Kit sighed. No one had ever filled him so perfectly before. He clenched his ass to encourage Mase to come.

“Naughty boy.”

Kit gasped as a sharp slap burned his ass. “Oh.”

With wide eyes he stared down at the Dom. He wondered what it would take to make it happen again.

Mase grinned. “We’ll explore that later when I’m not injured. This one time I’m going to let you bring yourself off, because my shoulder isn’t up to it, but next time you won’t have it so easy.”

Kit grinned. Quick to obey, he wrapped his hand around his cock. The dual sensations of his hand and Mase inside him quickly had Kit pumping out his release.

Only the sound of Mase grunting through his own orgasm kept Kit from feeling guilt over coming before his master.

Sticky and exhausted, he pushed off of Mase, quickly disposed of the condom then went to wipe himself clean.

He returned to clean up his Dom. After getting rid of the wash cloth, he slid back into bed and snuggled next to Mase, making sure to lie on the uninjured side.

“I could’ve lost you,” Kit whispered as memories of the day rushed back.

“Shhh, it will take more than one crazed maniac to get rid of me.”

“Good. I want you to keep me for a long time.” Kit clutched at Mase as though he were the only stable object in a tumultuous world.

Mase pressed a kiss to Kit’s forehead. “Sounds like a good plan.”

Sighing, Kit rested his head on the pillow next to his Dom’s head. “I love you,” he whispered.

Mase wrapped his arm around Kit and pulled him closer. “I love you back, now go to sleep.”

Kit tumbled into sleep with a smile on his lips and a light heart.

My Subby Valentine – 16

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Kit couldn’t move. He could barely breathe save for short panicked breaths of air. The gag tied around his mouth stifled his yells for help and although Pixie yipped and growled in the corner, he doubted anyone would hear that sound.

“You should stop struggling. We both know you like to be tied up.” Jon slid a finger down Kit’s chest. Kit barely swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. “I’m saving you from that murderer. You probably don’t know the real story…just the one he told you. The one that got the judge to set the bastard free. He should be in a cage with the other animals and after they find you, they won’t decide he’s so innocent a second time.” Jon kissed Kit on the cheek. “He should never have touched my sub.”

With those ominous words Jon left the room, kicking at Pixie as he passed her. The agile puppy avoided his shoe.

Kit struggled further with his bonds. He needed to warn Mase. Unfortunately, Jon knew how to tie knots well and Kit couldn’t get out of them.

Pacing at the side of the bed, Pixie barked up at him.

Kit wished he could call the little dog to calm her and make her feel better. To his surprise, the collie made it up on the mattress. The rope! Shaking the rope at her, he hoped to appeal to her tugging urges.

Sure enough, she fell for it. With a happy bark, she jumped at the rope. Gripping with her sharp puppy teeth, she growled and yanked repeatedly at the end.

She finally conquered her enemy, managing to loosen it enough to free Kit’s right hand. He quickly untied his left hand then scooped up his puppy. Her barking might alert Jon that he was free. Trying to keep quiet, Kit sneaked to the door. He pressed his ear to the surface and could hear a voice somewhere in the house.

Opening it slowly, he slipped down the hall to see Mase in the living room holding Kit’s bag.

“I forgot to bring you some dog food and his chews. That damn dog gnaws on everything.”

Jon’s back was to Kit but he could hear the smirk in the other man’s voice. “Oh, I’ll give him everything he needs.”

Mase scowled. “You’re only supposed to provide a place for Kit. Not molest him.”

“Then he shouldn’t be such a hot piece of ass.”

“Where is he?” The cold look in Mase’s eyes held a threat he’d never seen on his lover’s face.

“In my bedroom waiting for my return,” Jon taunted. “You think everyone wants you? You might have gotten the first one but this one will be mine. I’ve waited a long time for you to pick out another boy. I figure you killed mine…I’ll take care of yours.”

The shock and pain in Mase’s voice would stay with Kit for a long time. “You’re talking about Jeff, aren’t you? It wasn’t Philip at all. You were the one threatening me.”

Jon shook his head. “It’s a shame that you were given everything. Money, good looks…but you’re still dumb as a rock.”

Kit gripped the knife tighter, afraid he’d drop it and let Jon know he was there. Unfortunately, he didn’t think a pocketknife would do much more than annoy the larger man.

Fortunately Mase solved the problem by punching Jon in the face. The contact made a satisfying crack and blood spurted across the room, telling Kit that he had made a sure hit. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the gun until it was too late. Jon pulled a handgun from his waist and shot Mase.

“No!” Kit cried. Jon turned and Kit ducked behind the door as the gun went off a second time. The bullet left a hole in the door.

He heard Jon scream. He waited a moment before he dared peek through the doorway. Jon lay on the ground, grabbing his head while Mase stood over him for a moment before he paled and collapsed to the floor. The gun lay on the ground a few feet away from Jon.

Mase must have knocked the gun free before his wound got the better of him. Rushing into the room, Kit grabbed the gun and pointed it at Jon, his fingers shaking so hard he could barely aim.

“Baby, give it over to me,” Mase called out in a shaky voice.

Kit kept an eye on the man watching him carefully. He knew Jon was looking for an opening to attack.

“Why don’t I just kill him now? After all, it’s self-defense.” Kit tried to make his voice sound calm despite his shaking hands.

“Kit, honey, give me the gun.”

Sirens sounded outside.

“Give me the gun and let the cops inside,” Mase ordered.

Kit scurried to his Dom and handed the weapon over before Jon could move. Then he ran to the door to let in the officers. “I’m seeing way too much of you two lately,” he commented to Martin.

The cop gave him a wide smile.

“How did you get here so soon?” Mase asked.

“Your security camera recording showed this guy attacking the dog and then spray painting the door. We were able to get a clear picture of the license plate and retrieved the name and address. A neighbor reported a gun going off here. We put the two together and came to the rescue.”

Kit smiled as Jon was cuffed and dragged off. “We’ll need you two to come and give your statement soon.”

“We’ll be there as soon as Mase’s wound is examined.” Kit knew he sounded on the verge of hysterical, but in the past couple of hours his dog had been injured, he had been tied up against his will and his man had been shot.

“Take it easy, Kit,” Mase soothed, running his hand over Kit’s back.

“I’m not going to take it easy!” Kit shouted.

“I’ll call an ambulance for you,” Officer Martin offered.

Mase started to get up. “I don’t need an ambulance. It was only a scratch.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital,” Kit said.

Mase leaned against Kit and together they stumbled to the car. After Kit had Mase settled, he went back and grabbed his dog and his suitcase. He resisted the urge to set the place on fire on the way out. Bastard.