Friday, October 20, 2017

Can't Touch This

You CAN touch this! The re-release of CAN'T TOUCH THIS is now available!


Rich alpha wolf shifter Castle Briggs can have any woman he wants with just the crook of his finger. Until he meets a human named Harlow Hardison. She makes it clear she’s had it with rich, overconfident jerks trying to own her. All she wants is a no-strings-attached good time with a man who isn’t afraid of her darker urges. Castle’s happy to dominate her in his special playroom, but he wants more than a kinky fling. He’s going to have to do a lot more than crook his finger to get past Harlow’s fears and make her his forever.

He won’t do anything she hasn’t already dreamed!

Excerpt:
The base of her spine thrummed to life, butterflies took flight in her stomach, and her breathing kicked up a notch the instant the one called Castle found her. With his hand placed low on her back again, he drew tiny circles with his fingertips as he whispered in her ear, “I’d find you in the eye of a hurricane, darlin’.”

“You should take your friend’s advice and seek one of the interested twenty.” Why in hell had she remembered those words? Lord, he was gorgeous and something snapped inside when he traced up her spine to the back of her neck. It was a feeling Harlow didn’t dare turn over in her mind and look at. Not yet.

“You’re interested.” He tilted her chin up and peered in her eyes while his free hand began an unhurried descent back to the tingling spot above her butt. “I smell it.”

“Mr. Briggs—”

“The formalities are over, honey.” He released Harlow but not before kissing her hard, long—and it shattered her goddamn world. “I’ll give you some time.”

The arrogant bastard walked away and left Harlow sitting there, mouth open and heart banging against her ribcage. “Time for what?” The words were lost among music and laughter in the club, which teemed with more beautiful people than she’d ever seen gathered in one place. She thought about leaving but decided not to let the night be a waste, nor to allow him to think he’d run her off. She would at least eat something before heading home. Signaling a server, Harlow placed an order and settled in to enjoy the atmosphere. Her salad arrived and she ate as much as she could.

She was ready for her second and last shot of gin when the bartender magically placed one in front of her. “Compliments, ma’am.”

She glanced past the server and spied Castle talking to a young woman who draped herself over his body. When she wrapped arms around his neck, he untangled them and eased her away. The downturn her lips took irritated Harlow. Why did women do that to themselves? Her mother had taught her to let the man take the lead, allow him to feel as though he’d laid claim, and then if you want him, grab hold with both hands and show the world he’s yours. Sliding the drink away, she told the bartender, “Tell the sender I’m not interested then bring my bill, please.” Her mother didn’t enlighten her on how to tell a man about her uncommon desires, desires most considered abnormal. Harlow’s marriage was proof the theory on letting a man take the lead did not work. Harlow yearned for a man who could…

“It’s paid.”

Harsh words tumbled through her lips at his untimely interruption. “I said get my bill.” A flush of heat suffused her cheeks when Harlow realized she continued to stare at the man across the bar.

“There’s no charge, ma’am.” He glanced over his shoulder and she assumed he looked at Castle Briggs.

Getting up, she skirted stools until she stood patiently waiting as another woman settled in Brigg’s lap. “How much do I owe you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Evidently you’re the owner since you parked in the reserved for owner spot.”

“So?”

“You’re all alike. You have money and you think you can do whatever you want.” Lord, why couldn’t she leave it alone. “What did my dinner cost?”

“Since I didn’t buy it, I couldn’t say.” Anger flashed in his eyes before he scoured the room. He motioned for the bartender who leaned over and whispered in Castle’s ear. He returned his attention to Harlow. “It’s on the house, and my apologies, it won’t happen again.”

Now she felt stupid as she wondered where the drink and money for her meal came from. All she could do was mumble, “Sorry,” before she turned to leave.

“Wait.”

“For what?” Lord, why the heck did she snap? Sweat gathered on Harlow’s back, eliciting a shiver beneath the overhead fan as she stared at Castle.

“Hatch?”

His friend sat with a blonde at a table across the aisle from the barstool Castle occupied. “Yeah, boss?”

“Make sure Ms. Hardison gets home safely.”

“I can take care of myself.”

A sardonic smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “I’ll take better care of you.”

“You can’t touch me.” A whole host of female patrons, including the one wiggling between his thighs looked as if they would scratch her eyes out and Harlow glared back giving as good as she got. “You have enough company.” She didn’t contemplate why that bothered her.

“Pull the claws in, I only want yours tonight.”

Why she felt pity for the women surrounding him Harlow couldn’t say, but damn if she was walking out without letting him know just what a lowlife cad she considered him. Why did she even care who came on to the bastard? She wouldn’t become one of them. It dawned on her it was exactly what she wanted, and it angered her, goaded her into acting unreasonable. Harlow flashed her brightest smile and enjoyed the fact his eyes reflected the idea he thought he had won. “It must be horrible to search for such a tiny prick every time you have to pee.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Surely a man with balls and a cock wouldn’t have to surround himself with so many adoring fans.”

A hush fell over the room.


Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Just Around the Corner...

Holidays are fast approaching and so is the enhanced re-release of HOLIDAY BLUES.

Two men who love each other, add one woman…

Pennington Seevers picked the same all-inclusive island get-away the very woman he wants to escape also chose. Partner, best friend, and lover, Rory Burton, is along for the trip and though they enjoy sex together, even love each other, Rory insists Pennington is more than attracted to Headley Etta Xavier and accuses him of not wanting to share as they often do.

Headley Etta Xavier who goes by the name Hex knows involving herself with her boss, Pennington, or his second in command, Rory, might mean an end to her job so she takes her first vacation in years hoping to wipe both from her mind. Little does she realize the men she watches having sex from a hidden spot behind a tree is Penn and Rory. Worse yet, seeing them in the act doesn’t deter Hex--it makes her hotter than hell!

A holiday to remember or a case of holiday blues?

**Interracial MMF Ménage **

Excerpt:
“You took her out again while I was away on business.”
“So. That was months ago and I told you about it.” Penn’s eyes darkened. “I don’t need another office debacle.”
“Does that include, Hex, Penn?”
“Kiss my ass. Why don’t you tell her you like her?”
“Don’t think so. I remember how stepping on your toes ends.”
“What does that mean?” Penn averted his gaze and slid into the car.
“You’re possessive as hell when you want someone to yourself or have you forgotten back in college when…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Rory mumbled, “Right.” He climbed in, pulled his door shut, and waited for Penn to situate himself. “I have a feeling something deeper is going on the way you two continue to spar.” The car eased into traffic and both reached toward a well-stocked bar, grabbed a glass, and threw in a couple ice cubes. As usual, Rory selected gin; for Penn, it was a bottle of aged bourbon. The discreet limo company knew them well, had carried them from club to club and hotels around the city until recently when things changed. “I get it and it’s okay.” Rory knew why it changed even if Penn didn’t. Leave it alone! He couldn’t.
They headed to the airport for a deserved and long-awaited vacation.
Their fathers had owned Seevers and Burton Metals and both retired earlier this year turning over the reins. The metal fabricating company flourished under Penn and Rory’s leadership which should come as no surprise to anyone acquainted with them.
Rory and Penn worked hard, and they played hard—together.
“You’re wrong.” Penn stared straight ahead. “In fact, wouldn’t mind doing her with you.”
“You wanted to hit me in the conference room.” Rory searched his face.
“I didn’t like what you said.”
“About her mouth being…”
Penn grabbed him by the collar. “That’s enough.”
“Shit, Penn, she would be a real catch for either of us and you know it. She’s… Hex is beautiful.”
Stony silence. Finally, Penn sighed, weariness evident in the way he laid his head back and closed his eyes. “Some women get men like us, others don’t.” He touched Rory’s hand, the familiar display of affection made Rory’s dick jump. “I imagine Hex to be in the latter group.”
“Are you sure?”
Turning to look out the window, Penn murmured, “I don’t know.”
“You still want her.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
He was aware Hex had turned Penn down on numerous occasions after their last date. Penn had told him what transpired with one of their steady lovers slipping into his high rise and, according to what he heard as he rushed into the conference room, it would be Penn’s last time asking Hex out. “Are you dwelling on what Coral said? She was wrong. Black women, all women feel the same about satisfying themselves.”
“It’s not about her being black, Rory, Hex is… She’s different.”
“You’ve fallen for her.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “You should have fucked her.”
“You think then I could forget her?”
“Yes.”
Shoulders hunched. “I wonder.” Peering sideways, he studied Rory. “Could you?”
“There’s still a chance…”
“Let. It. Go.”
“Fine.” Fucking Christ, would Penn ever smile, be carefree again? Rory wanted to start their vacation on a better note and he knew one way to do that. He sat his drink down, reached for Penn’s crotch, and felt the man’s cock twitch. Whether Penn thought about him or Hex didn’t matter, Rory would climb out of the limo satisfied as hell either way considering the growing size and hardness of his best friend’s dick. “I can relieve your tension before we reach the airport.”
“Damn you, Rory.” Penn unbuttoned and unzipped finely creased slacks, pulled out his fat cock, and stroked it until a pearly drop eased from the tiny slit. “Suck it.”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Ander

Now at Amazon and Kobo: 

ANDER
Disciple's Descendants 1


Ander DeBaptist takes women to his bed satisfying them in every way imaginable. Possessing powers not only to read thoughts, he is able to change a person’s mind. Recruited by The Disciples, Incorporated in an effort to help those less fortunate, he meets one woman he can’t forget and should never touch yet giving her every pleasure he sees in her mind is all Ander thinks about.
Petula Clark desires Ander in a bad way but letting him into her life or her bedroom will spell disaster. Knowing what devastation each disciple’s descendant is capable of, her guardian who owns TD Inc. will never permit one to take Pet the way she craves Ander to have her. Pet senses the disciple’s leader holds tremendous power—enough to destroy any descendant—especially if they hurt her.

Excerpt:

Smack that smile from his face or kiss it away, either would be a dangerous proposition. Careful. Knowing Ander DeBaptist, he would be doing exactly the thing he was warned against.
Reading her mind.
Glad for a reprieve while he went to the restroom, Petula Clark grabbed a folder full of papers and fanned herself. Hunk, yummy, handsome, to die for—all suited Ander to a tee. And talk about a package! The one between his legs would be a present well worth unwrapping. Unraveling his beautiful blond ponytail, have it fan over her face while he stroked inside… Jeez! One night with that man and she’d be happy for life. A dry chuckle drew her attention back to here and now. Lordy, how long had he stood in front of her desk? Ander looked as if he’d just as soon eat her alive as fuck her.
“Ahh, baby girl, the smack or kiss would work for me.” Loosening his hair, fanning it around broad shoulders, Ander leaned close and gazed into her eyes. “As for eating, my Pet, there are parts of you I’d love to taste.” Unnerved by the smile he flashed, Pet’s cheeks grew inflamed. “Let’s skip right to the fuck you part. But first, where is he?”
“Uhh… I don’t…” Midnight blue eyes peering over the counter had her mind in total disarray. A loosened tie revealed three undone buttons and a glimpse of darker hair on a well-tanned chest. Her tongue flicked out, moistened dry lips. “He… He’s in his office.”
“Damn, I hoped you’d have time to open the package.”
The speaker near her elbow crackled sending the folder sailing from Pet’s hand. Papers flew in every direction, fluttering silently to the floor.
“Ander, you should be in the chair in front of me by now.” Of course, Gage knew he was here.
When Ander no longer looked directly at her, she was able to gather herself but not before embarrassment once again sent heat flaring from head to toe. “You’re supposed to stay the hell out of my head, idiot.”
“Babe, I read your mind but, sweet Jesus, the reaction’s all yours.” He leaned forward, “I like it when you’re wet.”
“My name is Petula and I’m not your pet, bastard.”
“Tsk, tsk. The boss know you swear like that?”
“I’m sure he’d like to know you read my mind,” she yelled as he disappeared around the corner. Pet’s panties were wet, and in five more minutes Ander could have convinced her that cows didn’t just jump over the moon, they stayed long enough to carve chunks of cheese... Good God, Pet had unquestionably gone bonkers!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Disciple's Descendants

Coming soon:

Disciple's Descendant 1
ANDER

Ander DeBaptist takes women to his bed satisfying them in every way imaginable. Possessing powers not only to read thoughts, he is able to change a person’s mind. Recruited by The Disciples, Incorporated in an effort to help those less fortunate, he meets one woman he can’t forget and should never touch; yet, giving her every pleasure he sees in her mind is all Ander thinks about.
Petula Clark desires Ander in a bad way but letting him into her life or her bedroom will spell disaster. Knowing what devastation each disciple’s descendant is capable of, her guardian who owns TD Inc. will never permit one to take Pet the way she craves Ander to have her. Pet senses the disciple’s leader holds tremendous power—enough to destroy any descendant—especially if they hurt her.

Excerpt:
Smack that smile from his face or kiss it away, either would be a dangerous proposition. Careful. Knowing Ander DeBaptist, he would be doing exactly the thing he was warned against.
Reading her mind.
Glad for a reprieve while he went to the restroom, Petula Clark grabbed a folder full of papers and fanned herself. Hunk, yummy, handsome, to die for—all suited Ander to a tee. And talk about a package! The one between his legs would be a present well worth unwrapping. Unraveling his beautiful blond ponytail, have it fan over her face while he stroked inside… Jeez! One night with that man and she’d be happy for life. A dry chuckle drew her attention back to here and now. Lordy, how long had he stood in front of her desk? Ander looked as if he’d just as soon eat her alive as fuck her.
“Ahh baby girl, the smack or kiss would work for me.” Loosening his hair, fanning it around broad shoulders, Ander leaned close and gazed into her eyes. “As for eating, my Pet, there are parts of you I’d love to taste.” Unnerved by the smile he flashed, Pet’s cheeks grew inflamed. “Let’s skip right to the fuck you part. But first, where is he?”
“Uhh… I don’t…” Midnight blue eyes peering over the counter had her mind in total disarray. A loosened tie revealed three undone buttons and a glimpse of darker hair on a well-tanned chest. Her tongue flicked out, moistened dry lips. “He… He’s in his office.”
“Damn, I hoped you’d have time to open the package.”
The speaker near her elbow crackled sending the folder sailing from Pet’s hand. Papers flew in every direction, fluttering silently to the floor.
“Ander, you should be in the chair in front of me by now.” Of course, Gage knew he was here.
When Ander no longer looked directly at her, she was able to gather herself but not before embarrassment once again sent heat flaring from head to toe. “You’re supposed to stay the hell out of my head, idiot.”
“Babe, I read your mind but, sweet Jesus, the reaction’s all yours.” He leaned forward, “I like it when you’re wet.”
“My name is Petula and I’m not your pet, bastard.”
“Tsk, tsk. The boss know you swear like that?”
“I’m sure he’d like to know you read my mind,” she yelled as he disappeared around the corner. Pet’s panties were wet, and in five more minutes Ander could have convinced her that cows didn’t just jump over the moon, they stayed long enough to carve chunks of cheese... Good God, Pet had unquestionably gone bonkers!
The boss, Gage Harrow, sole owner of The Disciple’s Incorporated, was the only reason she worked for the company. He was the closest thing she had to a father and that, along with managing his affairs, afforded her Gage’s confidence and, above all, his protection. Pet Clark was one of a very small group who had the distinct advantage of knowing what each and every disciple’s descendant was capable of. Ander, always immaculately dressed, mixed very well with society’s upper crust and played with, or just played, the rich and famous. Gage found Ander among such people using his special abilities along with his southern drawl and charming smile to change their lives and minds to maintain his flamboyant lifestyle.
All the disciples were unconventional and weird. Yet, Ander remained the one TD Inc. employee she really wanted to know better. Not a saint by any stretch of the imagination, Pet enjoyed having a good time as well as sex. Like many women, she dreamed of a day when, with the right person and more than just fucking involved, her life would become absolutely perfect. That dream certainly did not include Ander. Hell, not a single descendant could lay claim to a relationship and they unquestionably could not boast of faithfulness. She’d be stupid to expect that of Ander, the most recent of Gage’s recruits.
Worse, letting any one of them into her life or her bedroom would spell disaster.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

Friday, September 29, 2017

Me, You, and Who!

A ménage coming soon.
Me, You, and Who!

Lise isn’t surprised at how Ron, her husband, gazes at Keaton but she is damned surprised how hot it makes her! The very idea of Ron bent over a table, Keaton’s muscular frame draped over his body taking him hard, fast… Sheesh! Lise can’t breathe thinking about it. Now to convince Ron and Keaton to do what she wants and let her watch. That is another thing altogether. Putting wheels in motion is easier than she dreamed when Lise plans a men’s night of sports on TV and more—much, much more!
**Ménage with MMF**
  Excerpt:
Finished with dishes, Lise moved to the doorway and heard her husband’s husky voice. “Hell, can’t believe he missed that.”
Keaton laughed, “He should have crowded him, right?”
“Stand up. Pretend to go for a shot and I’ll show you what he should have done.”
Pretending to dribble a basketball, Keaton turned left, faded right, and when he straightened to fake a shot, Ron stepped in front of him and jutted his hips into Keaton’s crotch. “Gotcha,” he yelled, hand high in the air blocking what would have been two points.
Damn. Lise watched her husband pressed against their muscular neighbor. Oh. My. God! Her panties grew wet and her heart pounded when it hit her. She wanted to see the men together, wanted to watch them fuck each other’s brains out. Lise barely resisted shoving her hand into her pants and fingering her pussy.
“Shit.” Keaton looked flustered. “Well, work early tomorrow so I gotta run.” He marched quickly to the door, opened it and looked over his shoulder, “Thanks for dinner guys.” The door slammed behind him.
Ron stared at the entrance then swiveled toward Lise, surely before he had time to think, because poking at the front of his slacks was one huge hard-on! “Uhh, hon, I’m heading to bed. Early meeting,” he mumbled. He dashed from the living room and she heard feet pound the stairway.
Lise had no intention of letting this moment get away. She was so hot and bothered she couldn’t breathe. Racing after Ron, she caught him entering their guest bathroom where he probably intended to hide out until he got himself together. She stopped him from closing the door. “Babe, talk to me.”
“It’s not what you think.” He couldn’t meet her eyes.
“You don’t know what I think.”
“Lise…”
She pushed the door wider, passed him and leaned against the counter. “I like what I saw. You don’t think I’ve watched him since he moved in a year ago? The man’s absolutely hot.”
“You’re freaking nuts.”
Grabbing his waistband, she pulled Ron closer, touched the front of his slacks. He’d grown softer but a bulge remained in evidence and jerked beneath her hand. “I see beauty in women all the time and it doesn’t freak me out.” She massaged until his cock grew hard again.
“Don’t.” His hand gripped hers, yanked it to his chest. “Look, I don’t know what happened down there.”
“I do, I think he’s one sexy bastard. Why shouldn’t you?”
“Christ.” One hand shoved dark hair from his face. “What the fuck, Lise. I’ve never felt anything like that with another man.”
“Feel me.” She unbuttoned her pants, drew his hand toward her and pushed it into damp panties. “I’m so wet, so turned on right now I want you to make me come.” His fingers slipped into the moist crease of her pussy and touched her clit. “Ron, I liked watching you with Keaton. I pictured him, you with him.”
“Fuck… Babe!” His breathing grew labored, fast as he yanked Lise’s slacks down and waited for her to remove them. Ron didn’t stop playing with her pussy but he left her yearning when he snatched his hand from between her legs to undo his pants. Shoving clothes off and kicking them away, he grasped his dick and slid it between her legs.
“Unnhhh, yes,” she moaned as it invaded her vagina. “Ron…Ron…” Lise hadn’t felt this alive or horny in months and all she could think about was how it would be to watch the two men screw. “You wanted him didn’t you?” Ron slammed his cock harder inside her, over and over until she was ready to explode. “Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

Friday, April 21, 2017

Blood and Lust


I WON"T STOP

Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in the second Triumvirate story, I Won’t Stop

Amazon - Read free on Kindle Unlimited

Ancient blood runs deep and it’s much colder!


Layne Indigo’s existence abounds with extremes—men, women, his own bloodlust, and death. Especially death. He’s a supreme stalker of not only humans but his kind, vampires, some of which are so audacious he relishes ending their lives. Adding to his troubles, he becomes enamored with a cunning woman who hates vamps more than anything and Layne can’t let Emerald “Esme” Franklin out of sight.

Carnage amongst both species has Layne uncertain of his ability to continue as a member of The Triumvirate that rules over vampires. One thing he is sure of after Emerald surrenders her virginity—Layne wants more. Until Esme belongs to him, Layne won’t stop.

A Multicultural/Interracial M/M/F Vampire Romance

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Emerald barely finished saying she wanted Layne to be happy before someone snatched her into thin air. When her feet touched the floor, she quickly twisted to see Layne holding a dark haired beauty.
“Julius. You stalk death, my friend.”
“Thought you wanted us here.”
“Eventually, but not…”
“Not me.” Unable to latch on to anger earlier, Emerald garnered more than enough to last a lifetime. She blabbed, “Does she know you slept with me just hours ago?” Layne’s eyes never changed color as he gazed at her. A sure sign he felt no real antagonism toward Julius and he exhibited no remorse over Emerald’s witnessing a lover’s embrace. Why didn’t she feel this way seeing him with Brakius?
“Not yet is how I would have finished had you not interrupted.”
“Bullshit.” Emerald glared at the woman. Honey colored skin glistened as ample breasts rose up and down each time she drew breath. Tall, trim waist and narrow hips, she wore silky black hair in a braid that reached her knees. Loosened, there would be enough to weave at least three heads with shoulder length waves. “Did you hear what I said?” Midnight blue eyes sparkled with amusement. Jealousy blossomed in Emerald’s chest. It burned a bitter path to her throat. “You can have him.” There goes infatuation out the window. Why couldn’t she refrain behaving as if she cared?
The beauty’s head tilted. “I always will young one.”
“Young? Do you know how old that son of a bitch you’re screwing is?”
“To the second. Do you possess this information?”
Had it not been for a sun-bronzed brute popping out of nowhere to stand between her and Layne’s ladylove, Emerald would have scratched the hussy’s eyes out. The newcomer stood nearly as tall as Layne and strawberry blond hair curled just above a back broad enough to block the couple from view.
Air grew chilled as he spoke. “My lady, I thought to give you time with Lord Indigo but your discomfort bid I join you.” Bowing in Layne’s direction, he added, “My liege.”
“I have asked you not use such terms when addressing me. They come from a disfavored time and place.” Icy drafts buffeted Emerald. “My father was but an African warrior who stumbled into India following some jackass lost from the second Crusade. No matter. I’ve no right to his Lord’s allegiances, feudal or otherwise, nor do I want them.” Prevented from viewing Layne, Emerald gathered displeasure shone in his eyes taking into account his gruffness. “I will not remind you of this again.”
“Apologies, my lor… Layne.”
“Enough.” The giant stood rooted to his spot as Layne’s woman emitted forced laughter that floated around the being she now recognized as vampire. Before his arrival, warmth had filled her and Layne’s suite. “Sit down, Loch.”
No more than three strides carried him to a barstool where he perched and scrutinized Emerald through bottle green eyes. Able to observe Layne after Loch moved, Emerald noticed red briefly swirl in his eyes. His female friend must be human and she didn’t give the impression of being a day over thirty. Certainly not old enough to call her young. “Evidently your lover takes pleasure in youthful brown skinned human women.” Resentment laced Emerald’s words.
“I’m well aware of his predilection but he found one he treasures.”
“Good luck with that.” Their banter seemed to fascinate Layne who barely took his eyes from Emerald. “I’m sure it’s not me you should be looking at.” She hoped her words cut deep. “Like all vampires, you’re a whore.” Searching out Julius who remained unusually quiet, she noticed he wore a perplexed look. They were all creepy, cold jackasses. She demanded, “Take me home.”
“You are not leaving.” Layne did not intend to let her go. “You reside with me.”
She crossed to where he stood. “If you think for one second I plan to…
“Reside with me and my mother? Yes. I do.”
“God Almighty,” Julius whispered. “The third Triumvirate.”
Layne smiled in his friend’s direction. “Juls, meet Piara Kaur Indigo and her guard, Loch Christian. He tugged Emerald forward, possessively manipulating her so her back rested against his chest. His arm wrapped around her. “Close your mouth, honey, you might catch a fly.”

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

Friday, March 24, 2017

Make Me Right


MAKE ME RIGHT
Dirty Rotten Vampires 5

Now available at Changeling Press

She begged him to show mercy, but could she make him right?

Blurb:
Denton Blackstone is a monster, one the world will surely fear. Not even Jordan Scott knows his darkest secret. After she stumbles upon him injured on a hiking trail and takes him home, he turns into her most ferocious protector. Becoming her lover, Denton continues to hide behind the cover of being human though he knows something inside him is rapidly changing and it begins to take its toll.

Jordan Scott isn’t afraid of the largest black hound she’d ever seen; in fact, she takes him home. When he begins to escape nightly, she’s afraid he might attack a human. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and his deadly need will change her forever.

Excerpt:
Hands shot around her waist to steady her. "Easy there." His silky voice seemed to slide down every inch of her tall frame leaving Jordan putty in his large hands. "Why such a hurry?"
"I-I'm, looking for my dog."
One hand left her body to remove sunglasses he shoved into his breast pocket. "How long has he been missing?" Fingers made their way back to rest on her hips, both hands tightened ever so slightly. "You are... ?"
"I'm Jordan." Over six-foot-tall with black hair he surely had styled and a close cut, neatly trimmed beard highlighted a strong, angular jawline. He dressed like a million bucks.
After scrutinizing him head to toe, even she could tell his suit was hand-made. What was he doing exiting a smelly, dirty alley? His eyes were the color of warm cognac. She thought red at first but who has red eyes? When he gazed at Jordan, she grew wet with desire and she didn't resist when he eased her close enough to feel rock-hard abs and muscular thighs brushing hers. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" No sign of Blackie but maybe she'd found something else to occupy her time. Jordan had lived alone for years. There had been men, but none she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Some one-night stands peppered her history, but there had been no one on her radar recently. She blamed that void for her wanton reaction to tall, dark, and handsome. The strangest sense of deja vu settled over her as she gazed into his eyes. Jordan felt she knew him as her ankle began to pulsate.
"You can get to know me better if you have dinner with me." Even white teeth flashed when he smiled.
Lord, had he read her mind? "Umm... yes, sure, I'd like that." Sharp, attentive eyes drank her in and Jordan tumbled headlong into their depths forgetting everything.
"I'm Denton Blackstone."
And of course I had to play with a video!

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Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. - jhalisteele