Thursday, June 14, 2018

Lightning strikes...

Whenever Zeb James is around.

UPDATE:
Gage Harrow, leader of my disciples decided to go God knows where. That would normally pose a problem but a noisy employee of his stepped into the breach. Zeb James, an electric individual, and Disciples Descendant 7, wheedled his way to the top of the list and I'm enjoying the quandary he finds himself in with the daughter of another disciple.

My quandary - which cover to use!

Alchemy and chemistry make for a deadly mixture.

Sleeping with an accomplice’s estranged daughter is not where Zeb James expects to find himself particularly when that colleague happens to be one of the more sinister human descendants of a disciple. Brenda’s wisecracking mouth and constant queries about her ancestry infuriate Zeb at every turn. The fact she has more curves than a Formula One race track, and is just as dangerous to him, does little to stem his growing attraction.

Brenda Nathaniels suspects getting involved with the wacko owner of her newest hangout will spell trouble especially considering he seems close to her father. However, arcs of desire lead to long nights of wickedly hot sex which Brenda intends usng to elicit information about the man who abandoned her and left her wary of all men. Her machinations threaten to expose her when she realizes each night in Zeb’s arms leave her wanting one more night, then another, and another.

Their coming together may well set the world on fire.

M/F Interracial
COMING JUNE 20, 2018


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Power or Love? Maybe both...

JUDE
Disciple's Descendant 5


Now available at Amazon.

With whispered words, Thaddeus Jude holds the ability to control or kill most living things. The silken sound of his voice changes wars and worlds—but he can’t have Ethia. A Divinity warrior, she exudes pure lust, a feeling so overwhelming, no one resists her. Drawn to her flame as if a moth, Jude is determined to be the first to conquer Ethia, use her to slip uninvited into the Divinity’s circle.


Ethia must exact necessary information from Jude quickly. If he wins their game of cat and mouse, her ass might roast in Hell. However, the mean, sadistic bastard’s chords of beauty tug her ever closer, pull her nearer to an abyss there is no escape from.


Their stolen pleasure may bring a horrible death.

Excerpt:

Taking his seat, Jude scrutinized Leviat. “The man bathed in light, the one who said he could kill you; who was he?”
“Why were you following me, Jude?”
“I happened upon two screeching creatures as I crossed Montana on my way home and wondered at the commotion.”
Leviat beamed. “You get all hot and bothered watching dragon’s fuck?”
Jude shrugged. “To kill dragons, the stranger would need to possess every power Gage has.”
“And?”
Zeb dealt cards deftly. “We are all aware of the Divinity, Jude. What’s your point?”
“Why don’t we have access to them?”
Riot and Leviat shoved their cards into the center pile and recited fold at the same time. Riot insisted, “You want to see what it’s like to know everything, feel all the pain and misery those unlike us suffer daily?” His fingers formed a steeple. “I can show you, Jude.”
“I don’t want that.”
“What exactly do you want?”
Jude examined Riot, saw no sign of the massive scar previously on his right cheek. Even though he appeared so seldom in their lives, Scariot portrayed no discomfort among the others. Each and every time he materialized, descendants accepted the man back into their elite group as if he’d never been away. Same courtesy was afforded that human, Ander. Damn it. A fish out of water, that’s how Jude felt. He’d never really spent much time with the other disciples as Gage used him most often. His power allowed him to leave much less damage than the others which Jude didn’t see as enough reason to make him a master killer. A pariah. Even among those that called themselves brethren. “How many people’s lives have you ended, Riot?”
“Then, now, or later this week?”
“Your devious ass probably doesn’t keep count.”
“Do you? If so, Jude, Why? I mean, to what end, man? We do Gage’s bidding. He’s in control, he deals with more shit than you and I will get a whiff of in five lifetimes.” He stood and pushed his chair in. Leaning, he spoke solemnly, “Know what else? It’s him who answers to a higher power when all is said and done.”
Riot spoke nothing but truth. Gage could more than likely end up sitting on Satan’s footstool. Jude had no idea when he started to expect more or what more encompassed. Sitting here, now, with these men was the closest he'd every come to feeling part of something. Nonetheless, uncertainty gnawed away at his gut. “Is what you have enough?”
Before Riot answered, he heard light steps approach. Ethia. Jesus, he already concluded she was a divinity warrior, a temptress enlisted to watch over him. How must duties she performed weigh on her shoulders? She used sexual wiles to plumb men’s minds and hearts. Did it bother her to know she stole secrets that might cause their demise? It brought him back to thoughts of Gage and those who controlled his leader. Just who was the Divinity and who the hell did they answer to?
“I can whip up something to eat if you guys are hungry.” He noted she now wore stretch pants with a tee and both molded to her delectable body. Jude scoured faces to make sure no eyes lingered on her perfect ass. Christ sakes, when did this feeling of guardianship take hold?
“I crave pizza.” Riot licked his lips. “You know, one with thin crispy crust, slathered with sauce, mounded with nothing but mozzarella and pepperoni.”
“What, no anchovies, sausage, onion, and olives?”
“Hell no. Start throwing all that shit on it, it’s not a pizza, Zeb, it’s a fucking casserole.”
Winking at the time shifter, Ethia had her cell phone in hand already. “A man after my own heart.”
Jude grunted. “I’m not hungry.” If she deigned to have Riot at her beck and call, that necessitated she think again. Mine. If another man touched her he’d sing them into oblivion. Fuck Gage and his tawdry talisman. He’d elevate his pitch so high, they’d override any gadget his leader designed to stop him. Jude detested feeling out of control and… And what? Goddamn it to hell! Angrily pushing from the table, Jude stood and left the room heading to the makeshift cage he’d been relegated to initially. Yes, he’d find a way into the Divinity. After all he’d done to help preserve mankind, Jude felt he deserved what he wanted.
Then he would possess the ability to have whatever he wished.
Strangely enough, at this moment, he’d settle for having their warrior beneath him.
Shoving through the bedroom door, he slammed it shut hard enough to jostle pictures on the wall. Everything needed shaking up. If her phone worked inside, so would his. Jude planned to add a few folks to the assembly. I leave you in charge of my home… And he intended to take full advantage of his tiny scrap of control. Sinalia resided outside and would, undoubtedly, come in the minute he closed his eyes to sleep. Let’s see how things flowed with Sim’s lady in the picture. Yeah, may as well add Ander and Pet to the mix. Surely, that would put everyone off their game having numerous flagrant females in close proximity. Damnation, still no phone service so he could call no one. How did hers work? Shit! No matter. The other’s ladies paled when compared to Ethia. That reminded Jude, he hadn’t only left powerful men downstairs, something much more desirable had been left behind. Medicinal ointment had not masked her scent.
Jude no longer smelled Ethia!


Disciple's Descendant Books 1-4 in the series available at Amazon

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

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Guarding a Disciple's Descendant

It's just a job...
LEVIAT

Matthew Leviat has chased the screeching creature for centuries, captured and made love to her many times. Angry, forbidden love. The kind of love he still dreams of, a love that keeps him from seeking another of his own kind or even human women he sometimes finds solace with.

Sinalia vows never to see him in another female’s arms. Not their kind and definitely not one like the human she found him with nearly a hundred years ago. Anger still claws her insides when she thinks of it, remembers his whispered words of love to the woman over and over in her mind.

Yet their love, their need for one another never, ever subsides.

**CAUTION: Dragon sex while shifting**

Amazon and Kobo

Excerpt:
“Curse the Divinity.” Stones skittered from overhead drawing his attention. Spewing fire toward the spot unearthed Sin’s hiding place. A myriad of colors encircled her dragon clinging with its sharp talons to a shear drop off located feet above a slender ledge. Cloaking his mind, not wanting to alert her, Leviat dove further into the crevice below. He weaved through a gully before swooping up and cresting the mountain. Crossing over rocky spires, he snapped his wings close to his body and, as if a rocket, he shot down landing just beneath Sin. Her angry wail echoed through the Montana valley when his claws grasped her muscular legs and pulled her flailing beast from the cliff’s side. Claws dug into his shoulders and Leviat’s much louder squawk ripped through the atmosphere. Any living thing with good sense scurried for cover.
She scorched his mind with one word. Bastard!
Lover.
I hate you.
Leviat knew she didn’t mean that. I want you.
I wish you were dead.
After their last encounter, Sin could mean that. He’d let her leave believing he screwed the human woman she discovered him with. Loving you as I do, I shall give you what you wish for.
Pulling huge wings into his body, his reptilian face changed instantly into a human-like visage. Enough. Enough hiding, the bullshit—the loneliness. Sinalia was his and if he couldn’t have her forever, death was a much better alternative. Time in the form of days, nights, years, failed to assuage his pain any longer. Nothing stopped him from thinking about the glorious being that should be his. To hell with the Divinity. To hell with Gage Harrow. Let the bastard search for another protector for John Thunder, the being he’d spent hundreds of years guarding could now fend for himself in this cruel world. Leviat was finished. Flinging himself from the ledge in his human form, dropping over a thousand feet and slamming into stony outcrops would break every bone in his body.
Nooo!
Leviat botched hiding his thoughts and the wail in his mind of her pain at losing him blasted a hole through his heart. Don’t listen, shut her out, shut out her sound of despair. Jesusfuckingchrist, Sin, what do you want from me? Probably wouldn’t die anyway just end up maimed and crippled for weeks praying Gage turned up and cut his black heart out to drain his life’s blood into the nearest body of water.
I love you.
Aww, fuck.
Quickly regaining his dragon form, letting his face elongate, loosing wide, red-striated black wings, Leviat used all his strength to return upward and snatch Sin to his chest. Enfolding her in his stronger wings, he flipped from the ledge and angled down into the valley. Zigzagging along the mountain base, he spied an opening and headed for the cave entrance. One night with you is worth another hundred years alone.
Don’t leave me again.
Never. Leviat meant it.
Love me.
I already do, Sinalia.
Sinalia had waited too long to be in his arms. Wrapped tightly in his wings made her crave the man who’d moments before vanished, replaced by the oldest, wisest dragon alive. Hers. Leviat belonged to her.
Her master left her on her own without any idea when he’d reappear. Surveying Gage’s every move, determining exactly when the disciple’s leader vanished into the ground, she surfaced at the lake. Didn’t care who watched. For a few moments Sin even forgot about his whispered words of love to the woman he’d held in his arms all those long years ago. An unbearable ache resided in her heart with only one remedy—having Leviat.
Once in the cave, she was quickly released and Leviat drew in his wings, called out his man-like body, and stood still before her. Gold striated icy blue eyes which took longer to metamorphose, gazed at her truest form. Dragon. Warm, human fingers blazed a path from her scaly neck down, down to her chest, and tapped where Sinalia’s heart resided. “Had you remained a moment longer you would have known my words of love were meant for you.”
It was the woman you held, not me.
“Sin, it’s you who lingers in every living, breathing part of me.”
Liar!
“Damn you, change! Let me see the woman, the voluptuous body I want to hold forever.” Fingers continued to rap the place on her chest where her dragon would rest.
Sinalia’s leathery reptilian face gave way first. She glanced down at his strong, tanned fingers over her heart. Their incessant tapping resonated through every boney part of her beast. Each tap notched temperatures higher, made her hotter than hell. Scales slowly disappeared and her colorful dragon skittered back and forth until it coiled beneath his now flat hand covering her breast. “I need you.”
“I know.”

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

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas

It's here! Not a big fan though as it heralded winter, or vice versa. Too cold to go out, too cold to do a darn thing... Wait - reading, it's always a good time of year to read and I happen to have two Christmas stories!

https://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Blues-J-Hali-Steele-ebook/dp/B00H7MR958/Amazon - 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 **


https://www.amazon.com/Gift-J-Hali-Steele-ebook/dp/B077XK3FTG/Amazon - THE GIFT:
Rad and Crayton— the same yet different. They meet as often as possible throughout the year to be together. Christmastime is particularly special; it's when they celebrate their bonding. Mermen, one born in the south Caribbean Sea, the other from frozen waters surrounding Iceland. Neither can exist for long in the other's climate.

Rad returns to his summer home in Pennsylvania, determined it will be the last time. The cold has taken a deadly toll on him. Cray can go no farther south, so they will have to give up their bonding celebration, and the Christmas holiday together.

Cray discovers a way to defeat Mother Nature but—is it too late?
**MM Romance **




Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday
Stay warm and read a good book!

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

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

A Christmas Bakers Dozen

A Changeling For All Seasons, Volume 8 is here!

What an awesome compilation of thirteen (13) wonderful authors who have spun tales to brighten your holiday. Previously published, here's who and what you'll get in one hot set.

B.J. McCall -- Lick This: Faith hates peppermint. Can a sexy Elf tempt her to lick a candy cane laced with Christmas magic?

J. Hali Steele -- Santa’s Clause: Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!

Julia Talbot -- Strange Bedfellows: One dentist Elf. Two lumberjacks. A Christmas deadline. Peppermint can’t even cool them off.

Megan Slayer -- Shifter’s Challenge: Time to see what magic Christmas has in store for Steve, a black cat shifter, and Landon the Elf

Saloni Quinby -- Oh My Deer: Will the sexy reindeer shifter Jake rescued return on Christmas, or disappear forever?

Ayla Ruse -- A Reckless Gift: Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star…

Lily Vega -- Naughty, Naughty: Maisy wants Santa’s elf, Zed, and the special toy he crafted for naughty girls, all to herself.

Sean Michael -- Bad Elf, No Candy Cane: Sent to bring Syllabub back to the Pole, Power decides he’d rather play games with the Elf.

Tuesday Morrigan -- Quality Control: Maya, head of Quality Control, never expects to be at the mercy of St. Nick’s nephew’s wicked magic.

Ana Raine -- Xander: Can Xander and Walter the Elf find their own Christmas magic right here at home?

Anne Kane -- Puppy Love: Who can resist a stubborn werewolf with a wicked sense of humor?

Sara Jay -- Letting Go: Jack Frost is after the Snow Queen’s heart, and this winter he may just get his Christmas wish.

Isabella Jordan -- Wrapped In A Bow: Discipline is tough -- even in Santa’s Workshop.

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

Monday, October 30, 2017

The Triumvirate

Now available at Kobo! You can also find it at Amazon.

From TWICE THE BURN

Blood ties change with just one bite!

Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.

One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!

**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**

EXCERPT:
Isaiah Sims left Bette, one of many homeless he fed each day, rolling her house on wheels down Main before he ambled to the rear entrance of Simply Smothered where he halted and stared long and hard down the alley. Nothing. The creature had vacated his spot. Vampire. Isaiah’s sixth sense always alerted him to their presence which became more prevalent since The Triumvirate accord with humans permitted vampires more freedom to roam cities. Seems the vamp in charge wanted to make headway by normalizing relations amongst species. Malevolence occasionally slithered into Isaiah’s mind and he’d grip the forty-four snub nose mag he continued to carry in the waist band of his pants. Their magical abilities made them quite aware he used bullets fashioned from holy wood and the information usually sent those intending mischief scurrying. A hunter cell recently approached to induct him into service warning Isaiah vampires now attended churches around the world giving some power enough to deflect holy ammunition. They sought his superb marksmanship. He declined their invitation having encountered more good than bad in many undead he brushed against.
The one he considered today didn’t run, neither did he give off the foul feeling of evil as it lingered in his mind. It was different which didn’t surprise Isaiah because vampires, especially males, were known whores who’d sleep with any sex. Stronger than most he’d come upon; it did perplex Isaiah why it made no move to do anything other than watch. Rubbing his temples, he realized the culprit was more than aware Isaiah knew he remained in his head and… Odd, there was the distinct smell of cherries.
“You okay, man?”
Snatched into the present, Isaiah twisted to look at the chef. “I’m good. Why?”
“Look like you saw a ghost.”
Bette’s exact words. Normally better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.
“Ice, dude!”
Looking up he realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not now, not a man.” Don’t let him see! Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t watch me.”
* * *
Julius had dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service, their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.
“Not him, not Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No! He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life. “Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more, unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.
Julius had travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed, scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.
Trying to remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to one knee.
Julius Talmane’s existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.

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

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Me, You, and Who!

Now available at Amazon and Kobo.

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!

This is a re-release with enhanced storyline.

**Ménage with MMF**

Excerpt:
Lise opened the door wearing a low-cut filmy little dress and his knees weakened. Keaton was lucky they didn’t see his hard-on the last time and keeping his dick under control wouldn’t be easy tonight, not if Ron continued to smile as he did across the room.
Sundry comments at the beginning of their evening kept Keaton calm. How you been? Wow, dinner smells wonderful, this really tastes good—all that bullshit.
It kept his mind off Ron’s ass.
Finished eating, Keaton finally broached the subject of his leaving town to get married. “I’m so happy for you,” Lise said and then announced they should celebrate. “We don’t have any champagne on hand but I’ll run out and get some while you guys watch television.”
Keaton swore she winked at Ron before leaving. His imagination was getting the best of him or perhaps it was nerves knowing he’d be alone with Ron.
After she left, Ron spoke first. “No need in getting into a long game on TV, we can just watch a movie.” He got up and appeared to rifle through a stack of DVDs. “A good action flick.” Opening a case, he removed the disc and slid it into the player before coming back to sit at the opposite end of the sofa.
The picture blared to life in the middle of a scene with two men kissing. Keaton sucked in a lungful of air. Jesusfuckingchrist. “Wow!” His dick sprung to life as he silently watched two men tongue and lick each other’s mouths.
“Shit, sorry man, Lise must have mixed them up.”
“She watches this kind of…”
“Hell yeah, turns her on. Women aren’t as stuffy as we are about this shit.”
He studied Ron. “How do you feel about…about this kind of shit?” When his neighbor slid down the sofa, rested a hand on his thigh, air whistled through Keaton’s lips.
“Last week you felt how I feel.” His hand moved to Keaton’s crotch and massaged the hardness growing there. “I think maybe you feel something too?”
The scene changed to two women across the room eating pussy like there was no tomorrow and Keaton felt a drop of cum slip from the tip of his dick. From the corner of his eye, he noted Ron’s prick appeared fuller in his slacks. Keaton was leaving town, what could it hurt to experiment, try something new and exciting before he left. After he got married, he wouldn’t have this opportunity or this choice. “Me and my girl got tested together, I’m getting married, man. I don’t get this.”
“I’m married and Lise helped me ‘get it’. It’s all about sex and feeling good. Has nothing to do with the man you are. You should share it with your lady though. She might surprise you.”
Keaton’s cock bulged behind his zipper, begged to be released. The idea of the man beside him fondling his dick, squeezing and sucking it, had cum copiously wetting his boxers. What the fuck—go for it. Keaton moved Ron’s hand and undid his pants pushing them, along with his underwear, quickly over raised hips. He kicked them away with the shirt he had practically ripped off. Ron stood and removed his clothes. His thick cock was aimed right at Keaton’s mouth as he stroked and pinched a drop of silky cream from the slit.
“If Lise gets back, what then?”
Ron grinned as he stroked skin up and down on his cock. “She’ll probably join us.”
That was all Keaton needed to hear. 

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