Friday, November 30, 2018

*EXCERPT* A Vampire's Thirst: Flint - by A K Michaels




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I’ve got an army on my tail, in a strange land with no back-up, and an injured beauty in my lap…what the fuck am I gonna do? And how the hell do I get out of this alive?



 

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Chapter One


Flint sat on the soft, plush armchair, watching as the leggy blonde reached behind her back to unzip the red dress that was barely legal. It just about covered her ass and breasts, but that’s what had caught his eye earlier, causing his blood to burn and his fangs to surge painfully against his gums, longing for freedom and the urge to feed rushed through him . . . again.
Shit, what was going on with him? This was the third night in a row he’d frequented the club since Victor had left on his honeymoon and each night he’d ended up right where he was now. In one of the back rooms with a willing and gorgeous woman who he’d fuck . . . and sink his fangs into. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The first night he’d fucked hard and when his fangs had sprung free he’d leapt off his surprised companion and rushed from the room using his Vampire speed, headed home and used his supply of donor blood . . . the next night, however, he’d succumbed to the temptation.
Tonight, he knew he would feed. His fangs already piercing his gums and his restraint had disappeared . . . a distant acquaintance he’d been speaking with appeared to have deserted him but he had no time to think about that. Not now, not when this vision of beauty was gliding toward him in fuck-me heels and nothing more . . . other than blood-red lipstick that he’d soon see around his cock.
He leaned back in the armchair, unzipping his pants. “Kneel,” he commanded, pointing to the floor, the word coming out distorted around his fangs.
Her eyes grew large, her full, obviously fake, breasts heaved at the sight of them, and he could hear her blood rushing through her as she nodded, excitement coursing through her . . . as much as the desire he could scent wafting from her already wet center. “Of course,” she breathed as she fell before him.
Reaching for his rock-hard length, she held it in her hand before bending forward, her scarlet lips opening to take him inside her warm mouth. It was exquisite. She was talented, very gifted indeed, and worked his cock like an expert, with her mouth, tongue and fingers. Her eyes open and watching his face intently, her desire and arousal clear for him to see and when he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his fangs she groaned around him, sending shockwaves through his groin as she fidgeted between his legs, clamping her own thighs together.
Flint reached down, tangling her hair in his hand. “You want my cock inside you? My fangs in your skin while your blood drips down my throat? Is that what you want?”
Her head bobbed frantically, but in all honesty, that’s what he was craving. He could almost taste her B-Positive as it slid across his tongue, warm and delicious with a hint of the wine she’d been drinking earlier. He’d be able to taste it, he knew he would, as it glided down the back of his throat and down, down, down . . . damn, he couldn’t wait any longer. Tugging her head away he growled, “All fours, baby, I’m ready to fuck you senseless and give you the best damn night of your life.”
“Yes!” she gasped out, her chin dripping and her ruby lipstick now a red mess on her face as she spun around into position.
Her pert ass stuck up, legs apart, calling him forward and he took no time to drop to the floor, tugging his pants down only far enough so he could pound into her . . . after all, once he was finished he’d be out of there as fast as possible. This was no date he was on and she was no girlfriend. She’d come to the club with one thing on her mind: find a Vamp for the kind of thrill that only they could give and that’s what he was going to provide, in spades.
Her skin was silky smooth, with a slight tan but still pale under his hand as he ran it down her spine as she quivered beneath his touch, the fingers of his other hand delving between her thighs to dip into her wet folds. “You’re ready for me, dripping wet.”
She moaned louder as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. He wasted no more time, thrusting in with one long hard push, his fingers digging into her waist and holding her in place as her back arched and her throat was presented to him like a meal on a silver platter. Damn it. Flint could see her vein pulsing beneath her skin . . . screaming at him to sink his fangs into it and drink his fill. He knew the moment he did that he’d send her over the edge into ecstasy and he wasn’t quite ready to do that. Not yet. He wanted a few more moments of his own pleasure before . . . oh shit. Who was he kidding?
He wanted her blood more than he wanted her pussy and he was lying to himself if he tried to say otherwise. He wouldn’t be in this damn back room with her if that wasn’t the case. He knew the moment he led her here that’s what he was going to do . . . again. Feed. On her warm blood. Not his bagged donor blood. No. Tonight he was going to feast on a live vein and he was going to do it now . . . this very damn minute because he couldn’t hold on for another fucking minute.
His muscles tensed, the anticipation building to a crescendo inside him as he covered her body with his as his hips pummeled against her willing body as her flesh shivered beneath him. He reached around, his fingers circled her throat, holding her firmly in place and lowered his head, scraping his fangs along her soft skin before piercing it gently. She stiffened below him, her groans of pleasure growing as his bite soared her to heights only a Vampire could take her to.  His cock pounding into her heat, throbbing with need as her warm blood trickled onto his tongue. A frenzy of flavors ignited as he swallowed his first taste of her, and yes, there was the hint of the wine she’d drank earlier, he could taste the merlot as her life’s blood slithered down his throat so divinely.
He swallowed over and over, his seed spilling into her as she screamed again and again as multiple orgasms wracked her slim body . . . until he reluctantly retracted his fangs, pulling free from her throat and running his tongue over the wounds to seal them closed. Damn, he wanted more but he wasn’t so far gone as to drink her dry.
She collapsed to the floor, spent but happy, a lazy smile on her face. “That was . . . amazing.”
Flint sighed, stood and fixed his clothing. “Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at her pale face.
“I’m fine,” she sighed.
Remorse coursed through him as he stared at her and he bent over, picked her up and gently carried her to the velvet sofa. Placing her down, he pulled the throw over her. “I’ll send someone back with a drink and to check on you.”
She waved a hand at him, dismissing his concern. “I’m all right. Honestly. Thank you for your concern, but I’ll be okay.”
He tilted his head, “I have to go.” He heard her say a quiet goodbye as he turned and fled quickly, with too many emotions running through him that he could barely keep up with them, or even name them.
When he returned to the main club, he grabbed one of the waitresses he knew and asked her to take some refreshments to the room. He didn’t care what the woman said. He wanted someone to check on her . . . she looked pale and needed liquid and something high in sugar to drink. Then he made to leave, guilt rearing its head once again. Weaving his way toward the entrance he was almost there when a hand landed on his shoulder, a voice at his ear, and his stomach clenched. Fuck. It was the last person in the damn world he wanted to catch him here. Almost. The absolute last person would be Victor, but he was half way around the world on his honeymoon, but the next person on that list was now behind him.
“I didn’t believe it. When I heard that Flint, the righteous Flint, was frequenting this club and having a high old time with the girls. Well, I could understand that part . . . the having fun with the girls,” the voice chuckled as Flint turned around to face the man he didn’t want to see standing right there, before he continued, “Then the little birdie said that you weren’t just having fun with the girls, but that you were feeding from them. And, as I just happened to be in the area . . . on business with the local office . . . I decided to drop by and see if that were true. So, here I am, and here you are, and what do I smell, Flint? Oh wait . . . blood, human blood, and you’ve just fed. Hmm, what’s wrong, Flint? When, Victor’s away, Flint will play?”
Clarence Fucking Collins. The Directive’s top investigator, and here he was standing right there and sneering up at Flint. Damn it to hell and back again. It took all of Flint’s steely resolve not to smash his fist into Clarence’s face to wipe that smug look off it. Instead he forced his body to relax, lowered his shoulders, and pasted a smirk on his face. “What? You’ve nothing better to do than to come and see what I’m up to? No criminals to go hunt down? After all, Clarence, it’s perfectly legal to do what I’ve done. Isn’t it? I’ve not committed any crime . . . have I?”
Clarence stiffened, his eyes closing to slits as he leaned in. “No crime, Flint, but it’s not like you to frequent these types of places and you’re like your boss . . . you don’t feed on live donors. So, want to fill me in on what’s going on?”
Flint shrugged. “No, it’s none of your damn business.” He turned away, throwing over his shoulder as he strode away. “Maybe if you and the fucking Directive did your jobs instead of harassing law-abiding people, the world would be a safer place for everyone.”
His words hit their target. Clarence’s face whitened, his jaw tightened, and his mouth set in a hard line but he didn’t answer. Flint felt the man’s eyes on him the entire time until he’d left. Fuck. That was the last thing he needed: to be in the crosshairs of the damn Directive.

*EXCERPT* Eternal Love Bite’s by P.T. Macias




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Time is ticking forcing Prince Maximillian's hand. His promise and obligation to select the perfect mate drives him insane! Old beliefs and tunnel vision render him blind.The sweet sexy elemental Fairy makes the Prince blood boil, heart flutter, and soul soar. The sassy fairy uses all her charms and a dash of fairy dust to convince him that she’s perfect. 



 

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Rage teleports over to Nicole’s office. He looks for her in the office and then looks out into the garden. He places the microchip case on her desk. 
He walks over to the french doors and walks down the steps. His eyes roam around the garden looking for Nicole. His red lips turn up, and his white teeth gleam as the moon rays sheath him in an embrace. His eyes widen, then he lowers his eyelids, focusing on Nicole as a Fairy. 
She twirls around in the garden, the moon rays caressing her as she spins around and around releasing soft pink iridescent fairy dust. Her pale pink woven translucent, shimmering organza bodice drapes over her full firm breasts, drawing his attention to her pink nipples. The skirt swirls out around her thighs, appearing like strawberry whip cream, exposing her trim legs. 
Fuck! She’s incredibly beautiful! I love how her soft pink skin shimmers as she swirls under the moon rays. Why didn’t I notice before? She’s simply lovely! 
The soft strawberry and rose scent drift towards Rage, enveloping him and assailing his senses. He inhales deeply; her scent seeps deeply into his soul. He slowly exhales, shuddering as his fiery blood races through his veins. 
Damn it! She’s so damn enticing. I never noticed her scent. What the fuck! 
He squints his eyes looking at her full breasts as she moves her hands up to pull out her scrunchie hair tie from her hair, releasing her soft silky curly hair. Her hair swirls around her; the shimmering Fairy dust falls on her and around her. She inhales deeply, instantly his spicy scent assaults her soul. 
Oh my, Rage is here! I’m going to fly over to him. Rage’s eyes are fixed on her as she twirls around and suddenly disappears. He walks out into the garden and looks around following the sprinkle of pink sparkling Fairy dust. He cups his hand, moving in a circle trying to catch some mystical dust. 
Nicole suddenly appears in her miniature size, roughly 12 inches tall, and sits on his open palm. She smiles up at him, winking, and blows him a kiss with pink Fairy dust scattering over him. 
“Wow! You’re exquisite! Nicolette, what a privilege to see you as a Fairy!” 
Nicole throws back her head, leaning into the curve of his fingers, crossing her long legs. Her laughter rings out, soft, enchanting, and musical. 
“Rage, you’re such a flirt! I know that you’ve had all sorts of ladies. Truly, you’ve never seen a Fairy?” 
Rage laughs moving his hand closer and moves his left hand up to place a long elegant index finger under her chin. He slowly lifts her face up, slowly his lips turn up into a sexy smile. He gazes deeply into her beautiful bright pink eyes searching for her secrets. 
“Truly, you’re my first!” 
Nicole disappears, leaving pink fairy dust in his palm. She appears next to him in her full size wrapping her arms around his arm. She looks up into his startled face. Her laughter rings out, enthralling him. 
“Ohhh, I’m your first?! How special is that! Now you’ve managed to captivate my heart.” 
Rage moves quickly wrapping his arms around her small waist pulling her closer to him. 
“Nicolette, you have no idea how mesmerizing you are!” 

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 11/28/18




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Elise has hunted Lucan down for one purpose. She blurts out the news: He's a father.  He'd conceived a child with the witch who'd cursed him -- Elise's sister.  She must ignore her attraction to him. A fling with him is strictly off-limits.  But, when they join forces to protect his daughter, that desire might be too difficult to resist...


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Friday, November 23, 2018

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Rae has a secret she will guard with her life. But with an old enemy hot on her heels, she has no option but to trust Zack, the man from the wrong side of the tracks.


Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 11/14/2018




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Cheetah shifter, Selena Niles, is working hard toward becoming a detective in Hidden Hills and can’t afford to have anyone messing with her road to success—especially some hot shot former DEA agent, Jackson Kenner. So what if he has chocolate brown eyes and a to die for smile?


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Roar is one of the rare Phoenix tribe hunted to near extinction thousands of years ago. They have just started to emerge from isolation and he finds a female that makes him burn. What can he do?


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One tragic night changed my life forever bringing secrets to light I never could have imagined... My virginity gives me the edge that the Blood Courtesans want. My first client turns out to be the man of my dreams, the sexy-as-sin vampire rock star I’ve lusted after since I was a teen, but he wants nothing to do with me.


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Tansey is on the hunt for her missing brother and the gorgeous cowboy on Black Claw Ranch holds the answers. Ethan’s shifter instincts warn him Tansey’s a terrible danger--and not just because his bear is roaring to get more of her honeyed scent.


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Monday, November 12, 2018

*EXCERPT* Cupid's Light by Tami Lund




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Do you love the Lightbearer series? Book 5, Cupid's Light, has been rereleased with a new cover and better price! 

Never heard of the Lightbearers? Think Romeo and Juliet--shifter-style. Steamy, with a dose of funny, and always a happily ever after...



 

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Barely out the kitchen door, he shifted into the form of a sleek black panther. These woods were part of Josh’s property, so it was highly unlikely anyone but other shifters would be wandering around out here, leaving Matt free to be whatever form he wanted. And if there were humans out here, well, they were trespassing, and they deserved to have the shit scared out of them by a massive cat one didn’t normally see in the ’burbs.
He prowled for a bit, sniffing around, pouncing on a frightened rabbit and then letting it go because he wasn’t really hungry at the moment. He shook his entire body as if shaking water away, and was about to break into a full out run, when something small, bright, and jittery caught his eye. He watched as a cluster of sparkling lights danced around near a tree.
It was something supernatural. Matt knew there were other magical beings in this world; shifters and Lightbearers did not own that market. It was just that shifters tended to be exclusive creatures, and as a rule didn’t have much desire to intermingle with other beings. As a result, he knew precious little about most of the other creatures out there.
He considered Josh’s arguments as he continued to watch the dancing sparks. His shifter urges–so primal in this form–were pushing him to take a swipe at the dancing lights and then lay chase if they dashed away. He didn’t know what he would do once he caught them–as he was certain he would–but it was the chase that was the exciting part anyway.
He wasn’t particularly worried that this magical creature might be dangerous to him. Shifters had always considered themselves to be at the top of the food chain, and no other beings had ever stepped forward to refute that claim.
The shimmering, sparkling lights darted to the right and then the left, and Matt’s gaze followed, as he stood perfectly still, poised, every muscle tensed. Prepared to give chase.
And then he could have sworn he heard a feminine giggle a scant second before the lights suddenly darted away through the woods. He started running before his brain even comprehended what he was doing.
They zipped through the undergrowth, the dancing, floating lights keeping just out of Matt’s reach as he lunged once, twice, three times unsuccessfully. The attempts only spurred him to try harder. Defeat was not an option.
The lights zoomed over a small stream, and Matt knew the magical creature expected the flowing water would slow him down, but he was smarter than that. He kicked up his speed and then at the last second, soared over the brook, easily clearing it, and then he leaped again, capturing the bundle of lights in his front paws.
The lights danced and wiggled in protest, and when they could not escape, he felt something pressing against his paws, harder and harder, and then his paws were forced apart as the lights transformed into the shape of a female—although slight—in human form. With the shimmering sparks, her dainty, petite build, and pixie-like features, she reminded him of Tinkerbell with pink hair. Even as a kid, he’d had the hots for the tiny faery from the old Peter Pan movies, although he never believed itty bitty faeries were real, until now.
The weight of his panther’s body pushed the tiny female into the bed of fallen leaves, and he found himself standing over a highly agitated and quite beautiful creature, lying on her back, struggling to get out from under the massive paws that had her pinned to the ground.
She had hair that was short in the back and long in the front, one thick lock draped over her left eye. It was a fascinating shade of dark pink. The one eye he could see was big and blue. Her dainty features included a pert nose and tiny pink rosebud lips that were currently pursed in agitation. Her cheekbones were high, her skin creamy alabaster, her neck slender and long. Despite her petite stature, she had the right amount of feminine curves for most males.
Except Matt. He preferred his women to be more… sturdy. This creature looked as fragile as a twig. And as mad as a cornered wolverine.
He shifted into human form, which left him straddling her hips with his hands pressed against her shoulders. He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, but remained where he was. Although he wasn’t normally attracted to such tiny females, this one fit quite nicely between his thighs.
“What are you?” he asked curiously.
She gave his chest a shove. He didn’t even blink let alone budge.
“Get off me.” Her musical voice was loaded with indignation.
“How do I know you don’t mean me harm?”
“Oh get off it. You’re a shifter. You could eat me in two bites if you were so inclined.”
He cocked his head and let his gaze travel the length of her body, lingering on the slight curves, the soft mounds under the gossamer dress she wore. His cock gave a stir of interest.
“I could. How do you taste?”
She screwed up her face into a look of distaste. “Is this your idea of flirting? No wonder you need help.” She used a burst of magical energy to push him away. He rolled to the side and she leaped to her feet, as limber and agile as a gazelle.
Maybe I’m hungry after all. Why did he consistently view this creature in terms of prey? Watching her brush grass and dried leaves from her dress, he reached over and plucked a twig from her hair. She reacted as if he’d burned her. He showed her the twig and she rewarded him with a frosty glare. He almost laughed, but was too distracted by the feel of the spun silk of her hair. He looked, but there were no more twigs to give him an excuse to touch it again.
“That was completely unnecessary,” she said tartly.
“Which part?”
“Pouncing on me the way you did.”
“You just said you knew I was a shifter. What did you expect? We’re animals. And I was in the form of a cat when I saw you. Dancing sparks, bouncing around like that, it’s like shining a flashlight in a dark room. I was only doing what came naturally.” He shrugged.
“It’s natural to give chase,” she retorted, “but not to pin me to the ground and not let me up.”
“I’m not sure what type of shifter you normally hang out with, but frankly, it would have been more natural if I’d taken a bite out of you instead of letting you go.”
She sniffed and lifted her chin. “That’s not what the handbook says.”
Matt laughed. “The handbook? There’s a handbook about shifters? Really?”
The petite being crossed her arms and thrust out her tiny, elegant chin even farther. Visions of licking his way from that chin along that neck and down to points south filled Matt’s brain. He shook his head to rid it of such crazy thoughts. He wasn’t that sex starved, was he? It hadn’t been that long since he’d last gotten laid.
“We have a handbook on practically every species of living creatures. At least, all the ones we work with.”
“We? Who’s we? What are you, anyway?” Matt leaned against the nearest tree, crossing his ankles and arms, as casual as she appeared tense.
That adorable chin lifted another notch. “I am a Cupid,” she announced.
Matt blinked. “A what?”
“A Cupid,” she repeated, clearly irritated at his lack of reaction to her announcement.
“What the hell is that?”
She cocked her head and regarded him. “You’ve never heard of Cupids?”
Matt shook his head. “I guess your little handbook didn’t mention that shifters don’t really associate much with other beings.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, actually, it did mention that. It’s just that I assumed… I mean, I figured you would at least be aware of other beings, even if you never associated with them.”
Matt shrugged. “Nope. So what’s a Cupid? And what’s your name, anyway?” If they were going to carry on a conversation, the least they could do was make introductions.
She dipped into a curtsy that would make a seventeenth century princess proud and said, “I am Adora Adone, Cupid Level One. Pleased to meet you.”
“Adora Adone?” he repeated. “As in love and desire?” He may not know of her kind, but he knew a little about other languages.
“Yes,” she said brightly. “That is exactly how my name translates. Clever, don’t you think?”
Matt didn’t respond to her question. “I’m Matt Tigre,” he said, offering his own introduction.
“I know. You are the one I was sent to help.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You were sent to help me? I didn’t realize I needed help.”
She nodded solemnly. “Few do, when they are at the point where they require our assistance.”
“Our? There are more of you?”
Another nod, still solemn. “Oh yes. There are quite a lot of us. And despite our numbers, we stay constantly busy. Few people are successful at finding love without our interference.”
“Finding love?” Matt repeated, and then he shot up straight, staring at her as if she’d sprouted a second head. For all intents and purposes, she had.
Cupid. Little cherub with a bow and arrow. Matchmaker. He knew the legends, had always assumed they were a human’s made-up tale. It never occurred to him that the tales might actually be… real?
He backed up a step, needing to put space between himself and the crazed woman standing before him. “Wait a second. You think you’re going to–you mean–all that crap about bows and arrows and love and shit really exists?”
Her face screwed up with righteous indignation again. It was really quite an adorable look for her, despite what she claimed to be. “What a crass way to describe what I do. And for your information, we no longer use bows and arrows. Most have lousy aim, and we were forever accidentally hitting the wrong person.” She shook her head at some memory. “It’s highly difficult to undo the connection once it’s been made, accidental or otherwise.”
Matt took another step backwards. “And you think you’re going after me now?”
“You are my latest assignment,” she confirmed.
“Assignment? Who determines this assignment? And how the hell do I get unassigned?”

*EXCERPT* Pirate's Passion by Lisa Kessler




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Samuel Keegan used to man the wheel of the Sea Dog over 200 years ago, but these days his crew is back together searching for the Holy Grail. The quest leads him to Dr. Charlotte Sinclair, an expert on ancient pirate wrecks. She's smart, stubborn, and free-willed, but in the end her life might depend on one Pirate's Passion... 



 

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“What shall we do with the drunken sailor early in the mornin’?” Keegan held the last note over the roar of the crowd at the pub, and finished with a flourished bow.
It was a Scallywag tradition to end their concerts with a pirate shanty. Course no one in the band, or the crowd, knew he’d been singing the salty tunes for more than two hundred years now.
Keegan scanned the pub for the raven-haired beauty who had caught his eye in the front row. When his gaze met hers, her full red lips curved into a sexy welcoming smile, and his heart hit a familiar rhythm. She’d be his tonight.
The world had changed around him over the years. He no longer piloted a pirate ship. Instead, he carried a cell phone and fronted a southern rock band, but raw passion, the animal attraction between a man and a woman, that magic remained untouched.
He couldn’t say the same for the woman in the front row.
After he stuffed the mic back into the stand, he approached her and knelt down, shouting over the noise. “What’s your name, lass?”
She grinned. “Char.”
“Meet me backstage. I’ll tell the crew to expect you.” Her eyes sparkled, wild, and damn did he want to taste those lips. “Say yes.”
“Maybe.” She backed up into the crowd as Keegan rose to his full height.
He chuckled and straightened his leather frock coat. Saucy. Usually women were eager for him back stage invitations. He followed the band offstage, grabbing one of the security guys on his way. “Hey mate, if a gorgeous woman named Char comes looking for me, let her through.”
The man at the door agreed, and Keegan headed for his tiny green room. He loved playing at the Moon River Brewing Company. The place was haunted, but hell, so was most of Savannah. That was part of why he stayed. While the rest of the world moved into the future, new buildings, new transportation, and new technology, the historic heart of Savannah, Georgia did its best to remain the same.
He didn’t feel out of place here.
After hanging up his coat, he ran a comb through his hair and grinned when a knock sounded at his door. He opened it and stared down into a pair of fathomless dark eyes. “A woman of her word. I like that.”
“I didn’t give you my word, just a solid maybe. Call me…curious.” She smiled, her hip jutting to the side. Her stance was nothing like the giddy groupies he usually entertained after shows. “Are you going to invite me in?”
He nodded, taking a step back. Most of the women who came backstage had their lips on his before he could speak, and he carried them inside.
Pleasantries. This was new.
As he closed the door and turned around, he found her inspecting his coat. He chuckled, raising a brow. “Didn’t realize you were a costumer.”
“I’m not.” Her gaze snapped up to meet his, a smile replacing the contemplative stare from a moment before. “Just don’t often see that kind of workmanship unless it’s in a museum.”
He glanced at his coat. The same one he’d worn the night he stood at the helm of the Sea Dog gripping the wheel as they smashed into the rocks. He’d mended the coat over the years, but the majority of the leather was older than the historic building they were standing in.
“It’s been passed down in my family for generations.” He focused on her again, shoving away thoughts better left under the sea with the remains of the ship. “Did you enjoy the show tonight?”
“I did.” She nodded, coming closer. “You don’t usually end your sets with such a well-known shanty.”
She was a fan. He shrugged, an easy smile curving his lips. “Nothing wrong with an old favorite.”
“I guess not.” She shrugged.
Keegan moved a little closer, intrigued by this woman who seemed more interested in his coat than the body that was recently inside it. If he didn’t already know better, he might’ve worried he was losing his touch with the ladies. Usually women who visited his dressing room were sauced from the bar and rubbing all over him. He didn’t need to converse much.
Char’s cheeks were flushed, but she was nowhere near shit-faced.
Her voice was rich, velvety, and thick, like her long hair. “I’ve never come backstage before.”
“I’d love to change that…” A smile teased the corners of his mouth as he took a step closer, reaching for her hand.
She chuckled with a playful spark in her eyes. “Do lines like that work for you?”
He raised a brow. “Often.” He pulled her a little closer, aching to taste her lips. “But I must admit, you intrigue me. Why did you come to my door?”
She wet her lips and whispered, “I promised my friend at work that tonight would be a night of yes.”
Her final word carried a breathiness that had his blood rushing to his groin. His voice dropped to a raw growl more than a whisper. “What if I asked if I could kiss you?”
Her eyes searched his as she whispered, “Yes.”
His pulse hadn’t raced like this in lifetimes. He bent to kiss her lips and coaxed her to open to him, groaning with desire. She tasted like spiced rum and pineapple. Her tongue tangled slowly with his. He couldn’t get enough. Her hands slid into his hair; her full breasts pressed tight against his chest.
He needed much more. Keegan backed her toward his dressing area and lifted her onto the counter, without ceasing his delicious assault on her warm mouth. She tugged his T-shirt free of his jeans, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it off. She dropped it to the ground as he fused his lips to hers again.
Her fingers explored his chest, her touch setting him on fire. His erection ached for freedom from his jeans as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He wanted her naked. Now.
Sliding his hands underneath the back of her top, he kissed his way down her neck when something buzzed between them.
“Shit.” She gasped, digging into her pocket for her phone.
Fucking cell phones.
She raked a hand through her hair, then pulled it back from her face. God, she was beautiful.
A crease formed between her brows as she stared at the screen. She shook her head, meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”
For a second, he couldn’t understand her. “Go?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to, but this is really important.”
Keegan stepped back, shaking his head, struggling to rein in the yearning she’d kindled inside him. He needed a cold shower. Maybe two.
“Pity,” he muttered.
She hopped off his counter, her gaze wandering over his bare chest as her teeth caught her lower lip. “Damn.” She cleared her throat. “I’m really sorry.”
He took some solace in the way her skin flushed, at the hunger in her eyes. She’d wanted him, too.
He yanked his cell out of his pocket. “Maybe I could call you later.”
She ran her fingers back through her long black hair. “Probably not. This…” She gestured at his dressing room. “I don’t do things like this. Rum always steals my better judgment.”
“Good to know.” He smirked.
She reached for the door and stopped, glancing back over her shoulder, that wicked smile curving on her lips again. “I’m glad I said yes.” She straightened her top and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. “It was great meeting you, Keegan.”
And just like that, Char walked out of his dressing room, leaving him behind with a raging erection. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of trolling the bar for another willing fan, but when he picked up his shirt from the floor, he realized sex with someone else wasn’t what he wanted.
He wanted her.
Odd.
He needed something else to think about. Keegan grabbed his coat and bag and headed out the back door for home. There was definitely a cold shower in his future.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

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“You don’t fight fair,” I stated flatly. “I can barely resist you.”
“Then don’t.” 
An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me to her so that her front pressed against my back. She slid her hand under the hem of my shirt, her nails gently scraping my skin. I closed my eyes and didn’t move away like I should. Instead, I turned my head slightly and breathed in her scent: Magnolias and wine and sugar and cocoa from that cake she’d eaten earlier. I wasn’t hungry; I’d indulged in a courtesan only last night, but I still wanted a nip, a taste of her blood. There was no better dessert than my precious Abigail. 
She swiveled her hips, rubbing against my ass, while her hand travelled south. When her fingertips grazed my erection, it was like she’d flipped a switch. I was gone. I couldn’t say no any longer. I needed this as much as she seemed to.
One night. I could handle one more night, couldn’t I? Letting her go the first time had nearly broke me, so I should know better, but clearly, she was a master at seduction. Or perhaps it was my obsession for her. I’d had far more skilled women in my long existence, and none made me remotely as lust-crazed as this one did. 
Wrapping my arm around her back, I twisted us both, switching our positions so that her ass now rested against my throbbing erection. Dipping my head, I nipped at her bare shoulder, sliding my fang back and forth over her skin but not penetrating. Yet.
She cupped my backside and her other hand threaded into my hair. I pressed my hardness against her ass and gathered the hem of her dress in my hand so I could get to what was underneath. Her naked flesh, the gathering wetness and heat that was all for me. 
“One more night,” I said, vocalizing my thoughts, as if that would somehow give me strength to follow through on the promise. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her panties; my fingers found her shaved mound.
“What?” she said, wiggling, which I took to mean she wanted more. So I pushed my hand lower until it slid through wetness. She arched and moaned and then said, “What did you say?”
No idea. I couldn’t even recall speaking at this point. My entire focus was on the task at hand. She needed an orgasm, multiple ones. I needed to ensure she never forgot this night when I sent her back to her human life.
“I want more,” she said, shifting her hips.
“I’ll give you more. We’ve all night, love.”
“No.” There was a touch of impatience to her voice now, and I finally realized she wasn’t struggling for more, she was trying to get away from me. I tugged my hand out of her panties and turned her around to face me. Her eyes were bright, her color high, her hair mused, and she looked so damn fuckable, I wanted to pick her up and toss her onto the bed and ravish her for the rest of our time together.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my impatience matching hers. Now that I’ve made this decision, I didn’t want to waste a single moment.
“This.” She waved her finger between the two of us. “This isn’t just one night. I don’t want one night. I want all of eternity.” 
All of eternity?
She wanted me to turn her.