When Dan and his friends fly into a small Wyoming town to film scenes of a project they’re working on together, they stay at Dan’s parents’ old summer house on Walter Lake. Once they arrive, Dan feels something strange at the lake. His sense of home, the smells and sights seem to have vanished. When the appearance of a Lake Angel named Whisper comes to haunt him, he discovers that another Lake Angel has been kidnapped and is trapped in one of the houses surrounding the lake. Whisper can’t leave the lake, so he asks Dan to find the Angel and bring him back. Seduced by Whisper’s beauty, Dan accepts the mission, but he fears the power and strength of a person or thing with the capability of capturing a Lake Angel and keeping him hidden away.
Emerging from the water was a beautiful man with sun kissed skin, an abundance of brown hair flowing to the back of his neck, a swimmer’s build beyond perfection, pectoral muscles so big they appeared to be floating in the water, innocent hazel eyes with long angelic eyelashes, and lush lips. Each stroke he made was as graceful and gentle as the sound of a wave crashing onto the shore.
“I didn’t know there was anyone else out here,” Dan said.
“I’m a quiet swimmer,” he said in a voice so delicate that Dan felt a rush of tingles hit the back of his neck.
“What’s your name?” Dan asked.
“I’m Whisper,” he said. “I’m the one who makes every sound in the lake as delicate and soft as they are now,” he added. “I want to ask you a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Dan asked.
“I wanted to ask if you could find someone for me. His name is Sensory,” Whisper said. “Sensory has been gone for over a week and has taken mortal form. He’s in that house,” Whisper said, pointing directly at Judy Manor.
“If you know where he is, why don’t you get him?” Dan said, surprised that Whisper wasn’t smart enough to think of that first.
“I can’t leave the lake,” Whisper explained.
“So all you want me to do is go there and find out what Sensory is doing in Judy Manor?” Dan asked.
Whisper nodded. “Find a way to get inside the house and look for him,” he said. “But It won’t be easy,” he added.
The door opened to reveal a man with white hair combed back, flawless tan skin, dressed in a royal blue robe and nothing else. His eyes were marble black and he was younger than Dan had expected.
“I’m Professor Perry Van,” he said, offering to shake hands.
Dan had a suspicious feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. The man greeting him was scantily clad, good looking, and immediately offered him alcohol, but Dan wasn’t going to be seduced by an older man easily. He entered the manor, and Perry closed the door behind them. He led Dan into the living room which was dark with black and scarlet colors in the rugs and drapes, in the color of the walls, and in the sofa and furniture. Books lined the shelves between the curtained windows, and the only lights in the room came from the antique lamps.
“Welcome to my home. I don’t usually have guests,” Perry said, opening a bottle of cognac and pouring himself a glass. “You must stay awhile. You can take a shower after your swim in the lake. I was just about to take a swim myself,” he said as he pointed out his bathrobe and slid his hand along the edge, revealing a bit more of his chest than necessary.
Dan had older men come on to him in the past, so he knew what Perry was up to. The strange part was, even though there was something not quite right about the man, Dan found Perry charming and sexy.
“A shower sounds good,” Dan said.
A huge grin filled Perry’s face. “Let me show you the master bath,” he said, sliding out of his chair.
“It’s beautiful,” Dan said, hypnotized by the bathroom’s allure.
Perry stepped into the room. “Can I get you anything before your shower?”
Dan turned his head. “I think I’ve got everything I need in here already,” he said.
Without telling Perry to leave, Dan pulled the Velcro fly of his swim trunks and undid the string. Perry moved in closer and looked at himself in the mirror above the sink, and began playing with his hair. Dan noticed Perry’s reflection in the glass of the shower. It was clear that he was pretending to fix his hair while he waited for Dan to strip. Dan dropped his swimsuit to the floor, revealing himself to Perry.
Perry watched as Dan entered the shower. As the water poured down on Dan, Perry undid the sash of his robe, revealing his body underneath. His chest hair was trim, his skin tan all over, with his most private area a nice golden color. His stomach was flat and smooth, his legs thick and toned.
Dan could feel Perry disrobing behind him. Perry stepped into the shower slowly, closing the door. Dan lathered his body down to his groin area, and it was then that Perry took the bar of soap from him and reached around to lather the rest of his guest. Perry let out a groan as soft as a whisper, as Dan watched the hands of his seducer.
“How do you live out here without this?” Dan asked.
Perry nibbled at Dan’s ear, “Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered against Dan’s ear.
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As the alpha, Eric cannot let anything dire happen to anyone, so with rumors of a dark presence near the area, he sends one of his betas to check out the situation. Feeling the strength of the full moon, the werewolf inside of him is aching to get out. His pack has a strict rule that no young werewolf be allowed to roam alone, especially on the night of the full moon, and he knows the young ones in the pack will be struggling tonight.
Eric belonged to a family of werewolves that were considered royalty in the paranormal world, and because of that, his son was royalty as well, the rightful heir to being the new alpha of the pack. But Eric’s son left the pack many years ago, and while Roderick secretly kept tabs on him, he hadn’t dared contact him directly. Who knew what might happen if a powerful father and son confronted each other when the hatred between them hadn’t lessened yet.
Roderick smiled to himself. He was Eric’s beta. He looked at Eric sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and lowering with each breath.
“Are you going to keep checking me out like that?” Eric asked. His eyes were still closed and a smile was on his face.
“I thought you were asleep,” answered Roderick.
Eric didn’t open his eyes as he grabbed Roderick’s arm, gently pulling him closer. Eric elongated his teeth and gently bit him.
“I love it when you do that,” smiled Roderick as he closed his eyes and let himself go to the sensations of Eric biting his neck and shoulder.
Roderick knew what his alpha wanted and was pleased to oblige. He prided himself in being the one Eric had chosen as the first beta, and he was willing to do anything to give his alpha the pleasure he needed. Eric closed his eyes in anticipation of the amazing experience he was about to have.
Any other night the two of them would have taken it slow, but the power of the full moon was making them more passionate.
It had been two months since Eli met Stanley. He had been sent to the small county to work on a murder case, one thing led to another, and Eli had found himself being protected from a crazed woman by Stanley. That was the night he discovered that Stanley was a werewolf, and surprisingly, it didn’t scare him off. He felt a connection with Stanley, and the two of them ended up living together.
There wasn’t much detail in the report that had been sent to him. All he could ascertain was that the ‘occurrences’ seemed to be moving. People reported scary howls and dark figures at night with glowing red eyes. Eli wouldn’t have given it much thought, but living with a werewolf boyfriend had opened his eyes when it came to the supernatural world. There was a good chance that something paranormal was making its way to the county.
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Growing up in Key West, the gay capital of the South, Danny was open-minded enough to try anything once. He had heard through the grapevine that any guy who made it with another guy poolside at Robbie Burns’ place was socially entitled to get and wear a puka shell necklace. He had made it his personal goal to get one of the treasured adornments this year, and Danny was nothing if not determined, but his visit to the Burns residence is an eye-opener in more ways than he had anticipated.
Sounds of a game of water baseball came to his ears which indicated that the older boys were accepting Danny into their coterie, and Robbie had to admit that Danny had the equipment to make him popular and a sought-after partner. He sat down in front of his computer monitor, but he wasn’t thinking of work. His mind had flashed back to Danny Robinson, now known as Danny Robinson, Sr. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been given. Three-four-five rings and then a familiar voice saying “Hello.”
He hung up immediately. The voice was so bass, so gentle, so reminiscent of the nights they had spent together promising to love each other forever, and then the one night when Danny called off their affair with the news that he had gotten a girl pregnant from a one night experience on the other side, and felt it was his responsibility to marry her. Robbie had been cut off quicker than a newly born puppy dog’s tail. And yet he remembered all the love he had given the man, the love he had searched for again for fifteen years – in college and in all the gay bars he frequented, all the men he had been with, but none ever sparked the feelings he once had for Daniel Robinson, Sr. All the one night stands and the few that extended to week-long attempts at finding romance were all in vain. He had basically given up finding Mr. Right.
He got up and made a sandwich and turned on the radio station, doing anything to get his mind off the memory of Danny and his body – the firm abdomen, the smiles he always gave, and his voice, that mellifluous, sexy, oh so sexy voice. Nothing worked, however, at diverting his mind. Memories of what had been kept flooding back. No matter where he looked in the house, there was a reawakened memory of what he and Danny had done or said in every spot – the kitchen, the patio, the living room sofa, the floor in front of the fake fireplace. Memories that had been buried deep in his subconscious cascaded over him.
Finally, he redialed the number and waited patiently for an answer.
“Hello.” There was that sexy voice again.
“Hi, Danny. This is Robbie Burns.”
There was an interminable pause. “Hi,” the deep bass voice finally said.
“I was wondering if you might be free and feel like making the drive over. I’d like to see you.”
“You want to see me? After what I did to you? How I betrayed you?” the voice asked incredulously.
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A lawyer and ad executive during the week, Eddie and his buddy have big plans for the weekend. They’re going to drive up to Hyannis, rent a small cabin cruiser, and luxuriate in the life of ease anchored somewhere off the coast. Their plans don’t include picking up a hitchhiker, but he’s so hot, they can’t resist. Holding a sign saying he’s hitching to P-town means there’s a major party waiting to happen, so they pull to the side of the road and give him a ride.
I called Eddie and ran the plans past him, and called Dave’s Rentals to reserve a small fishing boat or cabin cruiser. I told him how to stock it, charged it all like a patriotic American, and called Eddie back to confirm. I have to admit that Eddie can go from a preppy looking junior law partner to a pure tramp/sleaze in one hour or less. In a little over three hours, we were just outside of Bedford and all at once Eddie hollered at me, “Stop the car.” I’ve learned three things about Eddie over the years of road tripping when he’s on shotgun patrol and gives that command. One is that he has to piss like a racehorse, or I just missed the hottest hunk in the universe hitchhiking his butt off, or I missed a turn off. And in two out of three cases, it’s wise for me to stop. Five hundred yards or so behind us was a guy in cutoff jeans and a tank top.
“Only for you, Eddie, only for you,” I jokingly complained. I put the car in reverse and slowly began backing up.
As the hitchhiker jogged up to the side of the car, Eddie looked at his sign and said, “P-town, huh?”
“Yeah, I’ve got friends up there and thought I’d visit for the weekend.” He looked in the car and figured we were safe. Hey, two guys, upper twenties, dressed in vacation gear aren’t exactly going to an Elks Convention.
“Friends, huh?” said Eddie, impressing the guy’s own words back on him. We both knew what he was going to do with any guy he could find during a wild party weekend. We had done it, Eddie and me – parties at The Boat Slip, drag shows at the pre-fire Pilgrim House, midnight trips to the monument, twilight whale watching. We’d done it all at one time or another, just never with each other. “We can give you a lift as far as Hyannis if you want.”
No fool, Eddie. He opened the door and stepped out. He told him to toss his backpack into the back of the car, and hop in the front because the air conditioner worked better. So now we had this young hot puppy sitting between us for at least the next forty minutes or so. Eddie’s legal technique of questioning soon had the guy telling us his complete biography. We knew everything about him except his social security number.
Eddie and I had worked out the auto routine over the years. Trapped between us, Eddie would keep him talking and switching from general to sexual topics, while I, as the driver, would begin making the lower leg contact – you know, the hand off the steering wheel to push in the cigarette lighter and then resting on my knee but also touching his, then getting the lighter when it was ready, lighting a smoke, offering a smoke, returning the lighter, and making contact again with flesh. Then leaving it there for a bit and slowly moving it up the thigh.
By that time, the intended victim would be giving implied consent, or gently brush our hands aside and let his own rest there as a guard/protector. This guy had been hitching long enough that he knew the game so well he beat me to the lighter opening gambit. He just stretched his legs apart a little until he was pressuring our legs, and said matter of fact, “If either or both of you want to party tonight in Hyannis, I’m game, but I will need a ride all the way to P-town afterward or tomorrow morning. Is that agreeable?”
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John loves shellfish and jazz so much that he bought a souvenir shirt in New Orleans with the graphic of a huge red crawfish and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled across the front. Wearing the shirt one day, he meets Steve, who interprets the words in a completely different way. At first, John doesn’t realize he’s being propositioned, and he has never been with a man, but Steve leaves him wondering…about much more than shellfish and jazz.
The highlight of John’s life so far had been the vacation he treated himself to the preceding summer for his twenty-sixth birthday. While most of his co-workers headed to the beach, the mountains, Europe, or an island paradise, John had booked a week in New Orleans. Bourbon Street was everything he had hoped it would be. Small out-of-the-way clubs, popular tourist traps – he hit them all and reveled in the performances. And the food – a gastronomic treat! At the suggestion of a waiter on his second night in town, he finally tasted crawfish for the first time in his life and it became one of his new favorites. Of course, he was a little embarrassed when he didn’t know how to tackle the little critters and had to ask what the correct way to eat them should be. The waiter merely smiled and told him, “You just pinch the tail and suck the head.” So he did for each remaining night of his vacation.
He was so impressed with them that he stopped at a t-shirt shop and bought a souvenir shirt that was in the window. Emblazoned across the front was a graphic of a huge red crawfish with the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath.
Of course, when he got back to work, he had to listen to everyone else bragging about their respective vacations and boring folks with their cell phone pictures. But he tolerated it.
Driving home after work, John realized he needed to stop for some groceries. When he came to the produce section, he quickly found two Vidalia onions, some very meaty tomatoes, but discovered that the cucumbers were a bit mushy. As he stood there feeling each one, trying to find a firm one, another customer approached and he too started squeezing the cucumbers.
“Doesn’t seem to be a hard one in the whole bin,” he said.
John agreed. “Not my regular market, but I did expect a better selection.”
“Nice shirt,” he said. “You do it often?”
“Not around here, but in New Orleans it was almost every night.”
“Kewl,” he replied. “Lucky you!” John noticed that the young man was gently stroking the cucumber he was holding. “I don’t do it often, but I sure would like to do it with you. I think it would be hot!”
Suddenly a light went off in John’s head. He had only laughed about the shirt he was wearing, with the graphic of a huge red crawfish, and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath. He had been thinking of crawfish and the waiter. It never dawned on him that it could mean something else, and now here he was getting propositioned by a stranger in a supermarket. “I’m sorry,” he said. “When I said it was almost every night in New Orleans, I was talking about eating crawfish. I’m afraid you misunderstood me and I definitely misunderstood you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude or anything like that. It’s just not my bag.”
“That’s okay, but the offer still stands – one way. You are one hot looking man and I’d love to give you pleasure.”
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When David’s boyfriend, Jared, becomes a control freak, David’s growing resentment threatens their relationship on the college basketball team, and neither is willing to jeopardize the chance of winning the national title. Knowing that David cannot afford to lose his athletic scholarship, Jared warns that if he leaves him, he will tell the coach that his rising star is gay.
Across the state at a different university, David’s twin, Neil, is destined for greatness in the business world. Also gay, he meets a man named Jerry who changes his life, but finding their roommate murdered shakes their relationship to its core.
As the twins face their individual challenges, they meet some interesting characters, loves are lost and hearts are broken, but the challenge they must face together threatens to destroy the very foundation of their lives.
David stopped at the Union for a quick snack and headed back to the dorm to await his tutor. He changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top so he would be comfortable. There was no need for winter attire inside the dorm.
He opened the door as soon as he heard the first knock. Standing there was a guy about as tall as he was, with gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder-length whitish blond hair, and a big friendly grin. Outweighing David by probably forty pounds and with enough muscle to bench-press a ton, he introduced himself. “Hi, David Maga? I’m Danny Houseknecht. Coach Maguire assigned me as your tutor for your final exams. Shall we get started?”
David pulled over the chair from Jared’s desk.
“Nice pictures on the wall. Celtics fan, eh?”
“Yeah, do or die.”
“Well, they certainly died last year. They were fourth place in the Atlantic Division.”
“But I’m confident they’ll do better this year.”
“We’ll see. I have to admit you’re a pretty good ballplayer yourself. I’ve watched you play every game this year. You’ve got a lot of potential.”
“Thanks. Every game?”
“Yes, I’m at the scorer’s table keeping the official record of the game for Coach M. Glad you got over your jitters last night against ECU and scored. Now, where should we get started? Coach gave me your class schedule – art, geography, history, math, and English – all the basic introductory courses. Who are your teachers?”
David rattled off the course and the professor.
“Good. I’m pretty familiar with their usual finals. The way I like to run these tutoring sessions is – I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability and jot in your notes what you said, and then I add what else you should include in your answer. Then just a fast review right before you take the exam should have everything fresh in your mind.”
David took a very long pause and then said, “This isn’t really working for me. I can’t concentrate.”
“Because I’m gay and you’re too hot a man. All that keeps intruding on my mind is what you would look like naked and what we would be doing in a bed. I mean, it’s Friday night, right before finals. I’m sure every guy on campus, except the basketball players, is doing his damnedest to get laid.”
“Point well taken. But you’ve got a job to do and so do I. Mine is to make sure you’re ready for your exams and I have to do everything in my power to make it so.” He rose from his chair and removed his sweater, then his shirt, his shoes, his socks, and his pants. He stood in front of David in only a tight pair of shorts that could have been designed by Andrew Christian. “Does this satisfy your erotic fantasy so we can get on with our tutoring?” David just sat there staring at the gorgeous Nordic god. “Obviously not yet.”
He removed his underwear and let his endowment flop free. David’s eyes fixed directly on it.
“You want it? Go ahead.”
David didn’t move. He still sat there transfixed by the beauty in front of him.
“I forgot, we’re supposed to be on the bed.”
He grabbed David’s hand and pulled him up off the chair and led him to the bed.
Neil and Jerry had been on the road for nearly two hours when Neil asked Jerry to pull over to the side of the interstate. “I have something to say and I didn’t want you driving when I say it.”
There was a long pause – a long uncomfortable pause – so long that dire thoughts began to race through Jerry’s head.
They were oblivious to everything but themselves and the moment. They weren’t even cognizant of the red and blue lights in their rear window. It was the tap on the window that got their attention. Jerry rolled down the window as the officer shined his light inside and searched for any imminent danger.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Oh officer, nothing could be better than this moment. After three months of waiting, my honey has told me he loves me.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Only from the springs of Cupid.”
Not understanding the allusion, he had Jerry step out of the car. “What were you drinking?”
“Nothing officer. I was speaking metaphorically. You want me to take a breathalyzer test, or do the road sobriety test?”
“No, I don’t smell alcohol on you, and your pants are up. Just do me a favor. Don’t park on the side of an interstate. You could cause or be in an accident.”
“Thanks, officer, but I think we can wait until we get home.”
“Well, be careful. I heard on my scanner that there’s a lot of heavy fog about thirty miles from here.”
Jerry reseated himself and fastened his seat belt preparing to reenter traffic when Neil started laughing hysterically. “That certainly killed the moment, but we’re going to talk about this for the rest of our lives. I tell you I love you and all at once there are red lights flashing. What the hell is going to happen when we’re in bed together?”
“I know all the disco lights in my brain will be going off.”
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Uninterested in the mating ritual of his people, Amu dreams of causing male screams of passion, and he confides in Owa, the young tribal storyteller, his desire of being in another man’s arms and kissing his lips. Discovering one night that Owa is a follower of the white fluid, Amu’s passion is ignited, but both men know they must hide it from their fellow tribesmen, lest they suffer the same fate as Kwamie and Kitru, fellow swallowers of the snake.
Before dawn broke from somewhere in the Land of the Coming Sun, Amu and Owa awoke. Owa knew he had to leave first to return to the village. They dare not return together, lest someone figure out what had transpired between them. Violating the taboo of two men together the way they had been would have meant exile to a deserted isle several hours away where they would most likely perish.
Amu returned to the village a short while later, immediately grabbed his fishing net and spear, and like most of the men, he was whistling and humming and extremely happy for the first time in his life, though obviously for a different reason than the other men. He listened to the men brag of their first night with a new partner, how they did it, and how they made their women scream in ecstasy, and how many times they did it.
On the third night of mating, Owa mentioned that he was especially hungry for some fruit and was going to the forest to find some. He looked at Amu as if extending an invitation to join him before taking the trail out of the village that led to the trees where they had enjoyed their first encounter. Amu was in turmoil. He so wanted to follow but knew they were violating a taboo. He watched as Owa departed. He bedded down in the long hut and tried vainly to sleep, but the thoughts and feelings of their first encounter kept his mind active.
He rose and silently took the path into the forest, tripping now and then in the near total darkness over roots and vines that clogged the path.
“I was hoping you would come,” Owa whispered as he heard the sounds of dried branches cracking under Amu’s feet and saw by starlight the figure finally draw near.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Owa extended his hand to Amu, and Amu let Owa draw him close. Lips found lips, and all the senses except sight came into play. The heat from bodies pressing close together, the taste of each other’s mouth, the smell of each other’s skin – all were heightened by the darkness.
“Teach me how to please you the way you pleased me,” Amu said.
“Are you sure?”
“Then do what I do.”
Owa began his seduction of Amu, and Amu reciprocated, eager to please his new lover.
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A collection of steamy erotic stories.
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Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott. While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband. A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men. It seems odd, though, that five diamond studs are part of an erotic and dangerous game. As the game unfolds before his eyes, Mitch is unaware he is being watched.
Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues of his whereabouts.
The gothic looking structure that sits high upon a hill has intrigued Luke for years. The rumors about the place are rampant and have become more unbelievable with every passing year. Luke drives past the gated entrance every day, but today the gate is open and he cannot resist. The door to the secretive domicile is unlocked and it appears no one is home. As he swishes dirt from his hands, the clapping sound summons a peculiar little man who takes him directly to Hapa. Hapa is the man who must be pleased by everyone who dares to enter his refuge uninvited, and Hapa’s requirements for pleasure must never be questioned.
…many more stories included in this one-of-a-kind anthology.
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My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.
Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.
This book is a stand-alone, but reading books one and two in the series is suggested:
The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1)
Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)
Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.
Life wasn’t always good to Damien Diamond. An alcoholic, abusive mother left him to fend for himself and with little self-esteem. He turned to drugs and alcohol to mask his inner pain. If it weren’t for Angel Garcia, he would have perished on the streets of New York City, but it was a dark gothic goddess who gave Damien a reason to live. She wouldn’t put up with his self-destructive behavior, and he needed to turn his life around in order to win back the only woman he ever loved.
Alyssa never took an ounce of crap from anyone. The last thing she needed was a tattooed punk rocker with a boatload of baggage, but once Damien Diamond walked into her life, she couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet and sensitive guy that hid behind the tough-as-nails exterior.
Follow Damien Diamond as he prepares for the third leg of his successful World Tour with Immortal Angel, and as he reflects on his bitter past and the road that led him to be part of one of the most popular and radical punk rock bands in the nation.
Her body stiffened rock hard for a few seconds before her hands stopped struggling under his grip. She melted into the sheets with a long sigh. It was the sigh that Damien was waiting for. He finally broke this wild filly. She surrendered to him. In that moment, he felt an energy pass between them. It connected them, and he knew that he and Alyssa were meant to be together.
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Living in a small wooden cabin at the edge of a forest while solving the mystery of recent murders, Eli learns that the locals believe a man-beast is responsible. As an outsider, he is watched very closely, even though he is working with the local sheriff, a man whose effect upon him is uncomfortably arousing.
The forest near Eli’s cabin had only squirrels, deer, and other such animals inhabiting it, so the fact that two people had been killed by a wild beast clearly had the citizens worried. Why was Eli’s firm involved in such a case? Eli’s father and the county’s sheriff, Stanley Blake, were friends. Stanley had called Eli’s father, and after a flight that lasted a few hours and a short taxi drive later, Eli arrived in the area.
He looked at his wristwatch. Stanley would be coming up to the cabin in a few minutes to meet him. Eli patted his black hair down, but before he could walk out of the bathroom there was a knock at the front door. “Eli, are you there? Can I come in?” asked a voice, a voice that surprisingly made Eli’s heart jump excitedly.
Eli walked out of the bathroom and standing in front of him was a handsome, black-haired, tall, well-built man, and the fact that he was in his sheriff’s uniform wasn’t helping the matter.
“You must be Eli?” the man smiled.
Eli tried not to stare. “Yes,” he nodded. “Stanley?”
“At your service,” Stanley smiled. “I’m so glad you could come.”
“My pleasure,” Eli smiled back and shook Stanley’s hand. He couldn’t explain it but he could feel his body grow warm as Stanley took his hand in his. “So…so, the murders,” said Eli as he let go of Stanley’s hand. He felt uncomfortable, even a bit aroused. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen handsome men before, but something about Stanley felt different to him.
He didn’t know if it was his imagination but he felt as if he were being followed. He quickened his pace as he noticed someone just a few feet behind him. Becoming annoyed, Eli spun around to confront his supposed stalker.
“Why were you following me?” Eli asked.
“I noticed you come out of the pub,” answered Rupert. “You’re new here, right? Why are you here? Why would you come to a small county where two murders have already taken place?”
“Hold up, kid,” said Eli. “That’s a lot of questions you’re asking me.”
Rupert rolled his eyes. “It’s not every day that one gets to meet a man-beast.”
“A man what?” asked Eli.
“Don’t act as if you don’t know what I’m talking about,” laughed Rupert. “You know! A man-beast! Half beast, half man, with an unquenchable thirst for human flesh and blood. “You are a man-beast, right? Can you make me one, too?”
Eli looked at Rupert as if he were crazy. Not only was he being accused of being a man-beast, but he was asking him to turn him into one, too. “Just go home, kid,” said Eli.
“Oh, come on!” said Rupert. “I won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know.”
“Go home, Rupert,” said Eli.
“If you ever change your mind, you can always track me by my scent,” Rupert yelled at Eli as he continued walking towards the station.
Eli rolled his eyes. There was definitely something weird about the people living in the county. Eli knew about werewolves from the books and movies he had seen, but he had never read about man-beasts.
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