Friday, March 17, 2017

Hurt Me Good

Dirty Rotten Vampires 1
Hurt Me Good

2nd Edition available now: Changeling Press
Pre-order: Amazon; B&N; Kobo

A cold heart plus hot blood sweetens the pain.

Blurb:
Barringer Ganteau has hunted enough demon-mixed vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all demi-vamps maimed, preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish the scourge of mixed breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets Armada, a demi-vamp with the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and melt his frozen heart.

Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic heat of the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted vampire, a being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to bring out a side of her she had not known existed.

Excerpt:
She’d only learned about the demon blood a few months ago. Hell, she didn’t want to sprout horns or grow a tail. She had witnessed firsthand what a diseased demi-vamp looked like when she hunted with Split. The ragged teeth and yellow skin made her sick.
“Guess I’m not the only one in the room who kills demi-vamps.”
She spun to catch him watching her from the doorway. “Fuck you.”
“Please.”
“Oooh! Go to hell.”
“A place more suitable to your kind.” Armada didn’t grasp the meaning of his glare. Ringer’s voice grew softer. “Come eat, I cooked.”
“Why when you could fabricate it.”
“Because I like to cook and fabricated doesn’t taste as good.”
“Probably tastes like shit.”
Red circled his violet eyes. She understood that look having seen it often when Split became irritated. “You can let me know; I’ve never tasted shit.” She reached for a vase on the table and lifted it to hurl at his head. “Can you afford to replace that? I will take it out in trade.”
“God, I hate you.”
“Living with me is easier once you understand my rules.”
“I’m not living with you.”
“Yeah, you are.” He strode to stand beside her seat. “One, don’t throw my shit around; two, eat what I cook or fabricate your own shit.” He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. “Three, when we fuck, we do it my way or not at all.”
Standing, she walked past him and turned. “I like not at all.”
“Honey, you’ll be in my bed by nightfall.”
“Doubtful.”
He walked to where she stood. “Linen closet is at the top of the stairs. You’ll need bedclothes for the sofa.”
“You only have one bedroom?” She glanced around the space for the first time. Expensive antiques dotted shiny plank wood floors. The furniture was masculine and in a mix of dark chocolate and red hues. Large windows remained bare of curtains. Probably a voyeuristic jackass. The living room was large and bright. Good thing there was no truth to the fact vampires could only move around at night. Sunlight streamed in the window. “One bedroom?” From the floor plan, she knew upstairs held more than a single room, unless, of course, it was a damn large room.
He laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Only one you can enter.”
“Bastard.”
“Hope you like baked chicken.” He grinned. “With lots of garlic.”
“I’ll fix a salad.”
She reached the kitchen in time to see him fork a breast and a thigh onto a plate. He followed the chicken with a large dollop of mashed potatoes. “Do I look like a salad fixings kind of guy to you?”
“Jesus.” She yanked open the refrigerator door and peered inside. Closing her eyes, she attempted to bring salad greens to Barringer’s house. Nothing. She could transport, but that was with Split’s help, and right now, he seemed absent from her head. One day she’d get the hang of vampire tricks and be able to use them by herself. Spying an old, spotted apple, she grabbed it. “This will do.”
“Whatever.” He bit into the meat and chewed for a minute. That was followed by a big helping of potatoes. After he’d swallowed the food, he took a sip of white wine. He gazed at her with his head tilted. “You’re thick enough to miss one meal.”
The apple slammed dead in the center of his plate sending the chicken flying into his lap and mashed potatoes covering the front of his shirt.

Chapter Two

Barringer slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched fear take her eyes from red to violet and back. “Come here.” He compelled her across the kitchen tile. Her sneakers screeched as she attempted to resist.
“Don’t you…”
“I did warn you about playing with fire, honey.”
Her bronze skin glistened under the lights. A strong desire to lick and bite into her neck, to taste her demi-vamp blood, filled his loins with a need he had not acknowledged for decades.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Would you prefer ma chérie?”
She considered vanishing but couldn’t without Split’s help. As Armada continued to slide toward him, he noticed her gaze rested on his nipple rings. Ringer would humor her, let her believe he thought she could vanish. “Don’t make me chase you through the atmosphere; you really won’t like it when I drag your ass back here.”
“Please!”
When she stood by his chair, he turned it, and pulled her across his lap. Yanking down her shorts, he rubbed her ass cheeks and felt his cock harden. She was a goddamn demi-vamp; why did he want her so badly? Raising his hand, he delivered a sharp smack to her buttocks. When she squirmed, he groaned. The smell of her womanhood permeated his nostrils. Another solid whack made her moan as she gyrated her pelvis against his crotch.
“So beautiful, honey.” Seeing his print on her buttocks pulled a spurt of cum from his dick. “You wanted this.” Thwack. The sound echoed through the silence.
“I’m sorry.”
“Then I’ll stop.”
“Barringer… I… unnhhh.” Her hips pushed against him.
“Or would you like me to continue?” He caressed her enflamed skin with his fingertips, rubbed his palm softly across the reddened cheeks. “Shit, I want to fuck you.” Moving his hand between her legs, he felt wetness there. “You’re wet.”
“Please, don’t stop.”
“Open your legs for me.”


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

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Dirty Rotten Vampires

Make Me Right
Dirty Rotten Vampires 5

Coming soon to 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:
“911, where’s your emergency?”
“Fleetwood Street. It’s a…a… Jesus, I don’t know!” The stranger’s phone clattered to the pavement.
“Sir? Hello?”
“Help me!”
Controlling heat in his eyes, eyes Denton knew would be red, struggling to hold back horns painfully pushing from his skull, he grasped the man’s neck. “For every drop of blood each animal lost, I will take the same from you.” Lifting the culprit a foot in the air, he slammed him against the wall.
The man wheezed, “Don…don’t.”
“I can’t understand you.”
An emergency operator’s voice squawked from the abandoned phone lying near Denton’s feet. Long, ragged teeth slipped from his gums and he salivated.
“Oh Jesus!”
“We located you via GPS. Help is on the way.”
Loosening his grip, Denton allowed the piece of shit to breathe. Spittle splashed his cheeks when the jackass yelled, “I won’t ever do it again! Please… I…”
The operator’s voice continued, “Is there someone with you?”
“I know you won’t.” Denton leaned closer. He wanted to slip into the furry animal he’d always been. Something stopped him, held him fast in his new human form. He preferred his dog to this cold, hairless… The other thing he knew came straight from Hell. What new horror contaminated him?
“Nooo…”
“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”
“Stop!”
Jordan! Denton dropped the man at the sound of one voice that could beg for his mercy, stop him from releasing a creature who was no longer in his total control. Until now he’d kept what he was hidden from her. He called himself a man in this form but he knew he was something else. Especially when mental telepathy started and horny knots came and went on his head. How had she snuck up on him when, now, all he smelled was her? He pivoted. “I can’t hide anymore.” Glancing at the trembling man huddled on the ground overwhelmed him with an odd thirst. Not so much for blood this time. Denton wanted his soul.
Forget him, see only her. Brown, shoulder length hair drawn into a severe ponytail, long legs, thick thighs and wide hips. Pouty lips he loved tasting were bare of color. The dirty, foul smelling alley was cool, damp, causing her nipples to poke material of her thick cotton tee as her ample breasts rose with each intake of air. “Jordan.”
“What the…?”
Under the street lamp, he took in rapidly blinking hazel eyes. “Forgive me.”
“What are you?”
“Something you should never see,” he whispered weakly. To no avail, he begged what grew inside him not to do this in front of her. He pulled the creep back up and snarled, “Satan has a special place for you.” He sank jagged incisors into the bastard’s neck and prepared to yank his jugular out before the stranger fainted. Denton wanted him to feel pain.
“Denton, don’t, please.” She pleaded, “Stop.”
Teeth ached as he struggled to withdraw.
Who, what sought to control his mind now? Where was the one who made him and why hadn’t he surfaced again? Which culprit had secreted information in his psyche on how to survive in his new body? How to fashion clothing and other items he required, how to wrest another man’s ideas away from him, even change their philosophies. Who had led him to the place he now called home and left him with enough money to begin what could only be a miserable existence? A new thirst demanding to be quenched rode him relentlessly.
            Where the fuck are you? Denton’s words, screamed inside his head, were silent to the rest of the city but to him, they were loud, and so very painful.

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

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

A(LL) Men

Club Evolve is on KindleUnlimited!

Yup, all my men in one spot - https://www.amazon.com/J.-Hali-Steele/e/B0131HD0SW/


Fix Me
Sex After Mass
Boy is Pretty
Philadelphia Love
Coming To Stay
Not Hardly Soft
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and coming soon... Right, for Now.

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

Friday, February 24, 2017

The Triumvirate now on KindleUnlimited

All three books are now available at Amazon on KindleUnlimited:
I Won't Stophttps://www.amazon.com/Wont-Stop-Triumvirate-Book-ebook/dp/B01H7RGD40/
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White Blood
When bitten, blood runs in one color.

In a society full of deadly vampires, discrimination of any sort should have no place. Yet intolerance continues to haunt Cayson Covett who returns to his hometown a changed man. He is a powerful creature who yearns to rekindle his romance with the black man he can’t forget.

Curtain, a small racially divided suburb of Charleston, is where Jackson Reynolds almost took Cayson’s virginity. Now Cay intends to give Jack what he wanted. First, he must see to the vampire Triumvirate’s request to punish not only vampires who seek to destroy humans, but he must disband or eradicate Curtain’s hunter cell—a bigoted group headed by Jackson.

An Interracial M/M Vampire Romance

I Won't Stop
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 M/M/F Vampire Romance

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**

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

Friday, February 17, 2017

Ace of Spades

Aldan ’Ace’ Spade is a gambler who knows how to handle success and luck—until he meets Rosemary Carino, the new hostess of a club he frequents. He has reasons for keeping his business dealings private but his life quickly spins out of control. Roe’s sexy and curvaceous body stirs a fire in Ace he can’t extinguish while consumed with need to have her in every way possible.

Roe gave up working the pole in topless clubs long ago. Thrust back into the business, she fights to stay out of the clutches of hotter-than-hell Aldan Spade. It’s not going to be easy. Her body melts around him, aches to know his intimately and hiding her past from Ace turns out to be much harder than stripping off her clothes ever was.

Previously published, this erotic story about a stripper has more, lots more! An independent woman and a real man who understands a woman's body is no one's business but hers. Ace hopes to convince Roe to allow him the pleasure. Roe wants to give in but she knows telling Ace she used to strip may end it all.

His lie and her secret past may just bring the lights down!

Warning: Hot sex, fast cars, and a yacht dead ahead.

Initial release received a Night Owl 5Star Top Pick review.

Available at Amazon on KindleUnlimited

Excerpt:
Almost a month had passed since their first date. After work tonight, Ace was taking her to his place for another gathering of friends. This would be Roe’s first time there since the hot and heavy in his hallway upstairs. Once again, he promised to take her right home afterward.

He picked her up and, when they arrived, Roe was happy to see Kat there with Chess. Her friend hadn’t yet made Chess aware of precisely how much she liked him and she teased her about it, especially since Kat kept pushing her toward Ace.

This time she got the grand tour, inside anyway, and she told him she used to sell real estate and that she had always wondered about people who bought these houses. Roe had never been lucky enough to get a listing in this area.

Practically all the guys and their dates were gone when Roe made her way to the bathroom upstairs. When she came out, she knew he’d be there. Déjà vu. Ace stood in the spot as before.

“I said I’d take you home and I will if that’s what you want. But, damn it, I can’t do this anymore.”

She walked up to him, reached behind his neck and tugged until his lips met hers. The kiss started soft, sweet but soon it wasn’t enough. Engulfed in his scent, the delicious taste of his mouth, Roe also craved more.

Pulling away, he quietly stated, “Roe, don’t play with me. I’ve shown in every way how much I care about you. I enjoy being with you and I think you feel the same.”

“Shh, Ace, kiss me.”

He did. Ace wrapped arms around her and pulled her so close a toothpick wouldn’t have fit between them. His hands caressed her neck, her arms. Every place he touched, he followed with his mouth. Roe shivered with need.

Tonight, she lacked desire to go home.

A string of hot kisses streamed down her neck, he nibbled on an earlobe before he used teeth to unravel one tie helping the zipper to hold up of her halter dress. His lips moved down her chest and back up again. Raising his head, he gazed at her. “You’re sexy as hell.” His tongue left a hot, moist path everywhere. Finally, he stopped and thank God because Roe’s knees couldn’t hold out much longer. A greedy look pierced her, yearning lit his eyes and she damn near swooned. “Stay with me. I’m not making any more promises. Let me hold you, taste all of you. Tonight.”

She uttered one word, “Yes.” It was all over.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
“God,” he groaned as his lips crushed against hers. He swooped her up, carried her into his bedroom and stood there, holding her.

“Ace?”

“Shit, please don’t change your mind, baby.” Ace breathed heavily against her neck. “Nothing matters but now.” Sitting her on the bed, he touched the base of a lamp on the nightstand and a soft glow filtered from beneath the shade.

“You have company downstairs.”

“They’re into their pool game on the other side of the house.” He pushed a button on his Bose player and smooth sounds of jazz drifted through the room. “I want you and my friends know their way out.”

“Are you sure?”

“About them knowing their way out?”

“No… I…”

“Roe, tell me to stop and I will, tell me to take you home and I will but, for God’s sake, decide now.”

“I’m where I want to be.”


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

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Character Who Became More

Authors work from imagination and those ideas clamor to cover pages. Not sure if, like me, they ever use real people who walk into their lives bringing unexpected joy and laughter. With permission, I did just that. When we talked about my stories Eggie would always say you need to put me in a book. I'd respond, "Only if you promise to read it and be honest." Of course his comeback was, "Did you ever know me to be anything but." I didn't. Can't think of a single time he ever said something to placate me or anyone else. That is not who he was. So, he became a character in my story, Grind. He was the bartender named Eggie who made my hero look at himself in the mirror exactly the way Eggie had of making a person take another look at who they were every day. He read my story, made awesome criticisms and suggestions. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I give you just a bit of how I perceived him.

Eggie became one of the few he called friend and Raider confided more than he should have to the fun-loving bartender.
“Stop being angry at every...”
“You need to tend to your customers.”
He swiped a cloth across the counter and eyed Raider. “Be a lot easier to find what you’re looking for.”
“I do okay.”
“Do you even see what looks back at you in the mirror?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Loneliness, man.”
Between Davis telling him to get laid, and now Eggie’s bullshit, Raider was ready to snap like a used rubber band. “I got everything I need.”
“And how warm is that camera at night?”
“Kiss my ass.”
“I’m trying.” The bartender smiled. “Am I white enough for you?”
“Careful, Eggie.” The man had opened a raw nerve. Coming from nothing, Raider possessed two things: an eye for color and the love of photography. He’d scraped and clawed his way up the ladder in a field overflowing with mediocrity. He had been kicked aside, stepped on, and kissed a lot of white ass on his way to the top. Now the industry kissed his.
Yet there was still a bad taste in his mouth.
Raider Ridgeway had worked hard to build his reputation, he earned every penny he made, and he didn’t give it away freely. Young studs, especially those who knew his worth, were greedy bastards. His preference for a fling would be a man at least in the neighborhood of his age and one who had more than change in his pockets. Tonight, not only did the early side of thirty seem to be the theme; the jangling sound of coins filled the air. About ready to give up and head home, he cursorily glanced at the door when it squeaked open admitting three men. Two quickly found a table and the third stood nonchalantly in the lit entranceway surveying the clientele.
“Damn, I see a light in your eyes.”
Raider continued to watch the man in the doorway. “Who’s the new guy?”
“Never seen him in here.” Turning his attention to Raider, Eggie added. “A cruiser. Back to me kissing your ass…”
“Fuck off, that’s never gonna happen.”
“A man can dream.” He glided down the counter unaffected by Raider’s harsh words.

Eggie was a delightful and engaging man who was larger than life. Funny, down-to-earth, honest, and unapologetically truthful. If you didn't want to hear the nitty gritty about yourself, what you did, or planned to do--he was not one to talk with or discuss how you might say or do something. You'd end up being read like a book but he'd make you laugh at yourself. Not a mean bone in his body, he just knew what to say at the right time to get you thinking about other ways to achieve what you wanted to accomplish.

A proud and beautiful man who loved his family and friends unconditionally, a wonderful person I'm glad I met.

Eggie, who wanted to be a character, loved how I portrayed him. I kept him real. Even better--he became my friend.

Miss you already man, light the big sky up as only you can.

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

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Chopped at Home!

I never know what to blog about and today is no different.

Let's talk nasty Stromboli! Bought one that didn't have slices of meat - they chopped it up in chunks. WTF! Horrible, just horrible. Anyway, had my own in house Chopped session today and repurposed the filling tossing their far too thick, bready crust out for the birds. Cut up some ghost chili and onion, added it to chopped filling, and browned it in olive oil. Added rice and let that simmer for a bit. YUM! Thank goodness. What was once inedible is now delicious and my meal today.

Ever want a good Stromboli, and you live in the Coatesville/Thorndale area - Joey's Pizza in Thorndale has what I consider the best damn Stromboli around! I'm a fan of Italian meats and if you add pepperoni, have lots of napkins available because that makes it so juicy. You will wear it on your face!!

Enough about Stromboli.

On to another topic...

Everyone who knows me is aware some asshat (probably drunker than a skunk - and just how drunk do skunks get? Does anyone have an answer for that?) drove into my parking area and demolished Lil' Blue. My Tiburon was CLEAN. This looks just like mine did after ten years... *Sigh*
It just tipped into the mid 30,000 miles!! I took it in for every check up as if it were a living thing, you know, like it was one of my furbabies. It had the big six cylinder engine and loved my stereo system. I'll miss those two things the most.

Alas, it was only a THING and life goes on. Here's a pic of what my new car, who remains nameless, looks like. And why the hell do I feel IT needs to have a name. Keep in mind - I'm off my meds, lol. A 2014 Dodge Avenger, one owner, and less miles than mine had. A four cylinder slower than hell but it's still under warranty and I've already had a problem with the ETC sensor. Let me say here that I never took my other car in for anything other than scheduled service so I'm a little disappointed as this car has been in my hands for just over 2 weeks. The service staff was friendly @ Jeff D'Ambrosio and I'll see if that remains the case. My sales person, David Williams, was awesome and has worked with me since to get all the bugs out... I'm nervous but happy! So far. I have to return and we'll see how things go.

Okay, I'm done now.

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