Friday, August 21, 2015

Driver - Phantom Lure 1

Working on Captain, 2nd in the series and should be done in the next week. Look forward to lots of manlove on a cruise ship.

Driver, hurry, have me any way you want!

Phantom Lure 1

Paranormal Gay/Bisexual Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

He drives when the need arises; it's a ride Grange Stafford looks forward to, one that sustains his life force -- a ride that will end fulfilling every imagined carnal yearning.

The handsome man driving the bus on Roman Curt's route to work appears in an unrealized fantasy. What would his girlfriend think of his wanton desires? Roman envisions sharing more than her with the stranger whose intent green eyes observe him through the rear view mirror. Roman wants to be his lover too!

Read more under the Excerpt tab, and catch a bit of the next in the series under Conversation.

     “Get over it.” Con walked behind the bar and reached for a bottle of merlot. “I’m the only one who knows for sure, but every Lure surmises you’re the reason for the curse. Hell, Grange, you are the oldest.” He uncorked the wine, filled his glass and smiled. “We’re not complaining.”
     Grange flopped onto the sofa. “Doesn’t it bother you we don’t really appreciate pussy?”
     “Speak for yourself.” Con sipped his drink, and the look Grange had surely imagined became one of pure lust. “Though there’s nothing in the world like a hard, tight ass around my cock.” He rounded the bar, rubbing the front of his slacks. “Shit, see what you’ve done.” He glanced at Grange’s crotch. “Dude, you are in serious fucking trouble.” He sniffed the air loudly. “And it’s not her I smell seeping from your pores.”
     “We covet both because he did.” Satan, the devil, the creature Grange called Lucifer, created him. He sighed. “I tried to go back.” The other Lures came after Grange attempted to return below out of loneliness. Luc left them all with a supernatural thirst for anything related to sex -- it sustained them, allowed them to control and keep humans at their beck and call. “Bastard wouldn’t relent.” Lucifer saw to it Phantoms were never sated. They always craved more, needed more…”I was so lonely for any affection, even his.”
     “Surprised he didn’t roast your ass like he did your boyfriend.”
     “He loved me once.” Grange’s voice was barely a whisper. “But not enough to even allow Phantoms to remain together without wanting to rip genitals off.”
     “You loved him as much as anyone could love the Goddamn devil.” Con shrugged. “He let you have me.”
     First, the look in Con’s eyes, now his voice sounded as if he yearned for something more. “And every day I wonder for how long?” What the hell was happening?
     “Grange, he’d have booted you out of the harem sooner or later. What pissed him off is you left of your own accord.”
     “Do you think it hurts badly?”
     “A broken heart.”
     “Unfuckingbelievable! You did not fall for a catch?”
     “I hadn’t even touched him, I only looked and the craving ravaged me, almost dropping me to my knees on the museum steps.” Air huffed from Grange’s lungs. “He’s still in my head, Con… Shit, I -- I don’t know.”
     “Anyone close by you can hook to test your theory?”
     “If you’re caught, you won’t want anyone else. You’ll just wither away and…”
     “Vanish. I know, I know.” Grange stroked his chin and remembered the man downstairs. Mister Metro Sexual. “He probably waxes his entire body.”
     Con had slithered further into his mind. “Your preference for scruffy blue-collar types baffles me. That’s what comes of driving a damn bus.” He laughed as he removed his clothes and started to masturbate. “Personally, I prefer a man who cares for his body. Bring him on before I have a go at you.”
     Grange found the slight bend in Conner’s thick cock irresistible, and his dick did jerk at remembering how well the Lure could fuck him. Maybe he wasn’t lost yet. “I should suck you off first.”
     “Sounds wonderful, but let’s try your hairless catch.” Con’s penis head glistened as he continued to jack off.
     In five minutes, there was a knock and Grange was glad he’d touched the man after all. Snatching the door open, he invited his robe-wearing neighbor inside. “Riley, come in.”
     Grange left the door ajar.

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

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Sex Scenes abound...

At the 2015 Sex Scene Championships over at Scorching Book Reviews!

Find one from Can't Touch This there today. Hope you enjoy it. I'll throw in an extra one for you here:

     He chuckled. “I think I found your erogenous zone.”

     “My neck.”
     He bent his head and touched her pulse with his tongue. “You taste good.”
     “Will you suck my blood?”
     “Jesus, you have a fucking thing for vampires or something?”
     “Yes. As a child I’d lie in the yard at night thinking a bat would swoop down and bite me so I could fly away.” Her words jolted another memory to the forefront of her mind and she smiled. “My mom called me her butterfly. She said someday someone would catch me in their net and clip my wings.” Her voice lowered. “It’s just one night, Cass.”
     “And then?” What was it she wanted to hear?
     “Maybe I’ll suck your blood next time.” He tweaked a nipple. “Maybe you won’t want a next time.”
     Is that what he thought? God, they hadn’t really done anything but why couldn’t she let him finish, let him show her how to enjoy submissiveness and pain? Harlow needed domination. It made her feel safe, protected. Right now she wanted his thickness deep in her mouth. “Can I suck your cock?”

     Castle had made up his mind to release her from the constraints of what society viewed as normal. He damn near laughed aloud remembering there was nothing normal about him and his life. He was a shifter who enjoyed Dom/sub relationships. He had never stayed long with one person and he surely never felt this much for anyone so damn quickly.  What was it about Harlow?
     “You can do whatever you want to me as long as you like it.” He twisted her face to stare into her colorful eyes. “Your eyes fascinate me.”
     “Heterochromia or as my Pennsylvania license states–dic.”
     “D. I. C. Short for dichromatic. Just another thing in my life making me feel as if I were a freak of nature.”
     “You’re not a freak, Harlow.” What jackass had planted that idea in her head? Probably some young fucker she dated who had no idea what a jewel he held when he had Harlow. Making her understand what she desired was not only natural but also wonderful and beautiful wasn’t going to be easy.
     “You think you know me so well.” She pushed away and came to her knees. “What do I want right now?”
     “Dick.” Castle pushed her down between his legs and his hips bucked up when her tongue flicked the head of his penis. “Jesus.” The heat and moisture from her mouth surrounded his cock when she took him so deep, he felt the muscles in her throat constrict. “Shit, you do that well, darlin’.” When one hand grasped and twisted his nut sac, he growled and shoved hard into her mouth. Grabbing the back of her head, he coaxed her up and down his length going as far as she allowed. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, controlled what she took, and he loved how she groaned sending tiny rumbles to his balls.
     Releasing him, she asked, “Can I do anything I want?”
     “Hell yes.” Cass paid little attention to the sound of the drawer opening beside him; all he thought about was getting every inch of penis back in her mouth. Harlow eased away and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Aww, honey, don’t stop.” Feeling a clamp lock onto one nut made him lean forward and look between his legs. Another snapped in place on his other ball. “Shit, you’re full of surprises.” She’d attached tiny electric clamps to his balls. When she hit the button, a surge of energy made him cry, “Goddamn!”
     Her mouth covered him again and he jammed as much prick in her throat as he could without choking her. Gripping her thick hair, he again helped her plunge up and down his shaft, and each time she came up, he felt an electric arc stab his nuts. “Fuckkkk me!” Her finger played with the control sending a series of shocks, along with her tongue, that took him close to the edge of exploding. But he wasn’t ready. “Stop. Bring those up here.”
     She obeyed immediately.
     Straddling him with his engorged cock poised at her entrance, she handed him the clips along with the control. Cass clamped one of her nipples, and then the other. Gazing at her, he watched desire darken her eyes. “You are so damn hot, Harlow.” He pushed the button and she slammed her ass down taking his entire dick in her pussy. “Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard.” Up and down, she took more each time her butt descended on him. She leaned over allowing him to lick her nipples, suck the pebbled buds and bite them. Every time he pushed the button, a shock zinged his wet lips making him arch and stab his penis inside her. “Baby, aww shit, Harli,” he mumbled against her breasts, ready to send a load of cum deep in her cunt. “Can you come for me?”
     “God, yes.” Her hips gyrated and he thumbed the button longer enjoying the tremors causing Harlow to clench his cock inside her and swivel her hips even more. She pressed her breasts to his chest and angled her body to allow her clit to receive stimulation as she rocked back and forth on his shaft. “Cass…unnhhh…hold me…oh-ooh, God!” Cream pushed from her with such force, he needed to abandon the controller and grasp her waist to remain seated in her vagina.
     “Ahh, shit yeah, coming in your pussy!” Castle exploded, sending a jet stream of cum far inside Harlow. “Take it, darlin’, take my seed.” He thrust up and down sending every drop into her. “Christ, you’re good,” he mumbled. Finished, he pulled her until she lay flat on his chest. “Jesus, Harli.”
     “Hmm,” she purred, her mouth pressed over his heart.
     He ran his fingers through her hair. “You okay?”
     “Very.” She rubbed her nose across his chest. “You smell great.”
     “Such a wonderful toy. Do you use it when you’re alone?” She hunched her shoulders. “I want to know everything about you.” His lips still tingled from the electric shocks as he raked a hand through her hair. “I want to know what makes you feel good.”
     “Yes. Never be afraid of who you are or what you want.”
     “Like maybe I want more.”
     “We can try anything you desire.” He felt her head shake. “What?”
     “More of you, Cass, more of your time.”
     “As much as you need, darlin’.” Castle Briggs was fucked in more ways than one. He wanted more of Harlow and possibly all of her time. Feeling her heartbeat, he craved tasting her blood.
     Son of a fucking bitch—he felt like a goddamn vampire!

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

Friday, August 14, 2015

A call for a little Extra Cream?

Find some at All Romance Ebooks

With Extra Cream
Getting enough cream is a problem for this cat...
Jag Arizon had a plan to correct that. A jaguar from the Kind species, big cats infected with vampyre blood, he walks in both worlds. Aside from blood, he's addicted to cream and only one person can cure him. In convincing her to donate to his cause, Jag gets much more than he bargained for.

Barbara Dorsey, the uptight co-owner of the local coffee shop has all the cream this cat needs. But she's only giving it away in dreams to the one man who not only opens the door to her every desire -- he can change her world forever.

Hot Tin Roof
Leron Wilder is a jaguar of the Kind species, big cat shifters infected with vampyre blood. Nothing has gone right for Leron since his best friend Jag mated with the owner of the local coffee shop. Stuck training a new cat shifter who's a badass wannabe, Leron stops by the coffee shop to seek his ex-partner's advice.

Corinne Nelson loves her new home and her new job as a waitress at the Coffee Swirl, and she's really hoping she won't have to move on this time. Life's finally looking up -- until the hottest man she's ever met walks into the shop -- and licks her hand?

Mating is not something Leron is looking forward to. Yet the minute he tastes the new waitress, he knows he's in serious trouble. She's a flavor he could find addictive. But she's not who she says she is, and everything's falling apart around them. He's starting to feel like a cat on a hot tin roof... 

Cougar by the Tail
Trent Dallion is screwed. A wily little cougar has him by the balls -- and he can't get loose! Did she mean it when she thanked him for killing her brother? Or is she playing a game of cat and mouse, waiting for revenge?

Peri Montana tastes her destiny in the blood of the jaguar who took her diseased brother's life. Mountain born and bred, she wants nothing to do with the jungle cat who possesses more vampire abilities than she's comfortable with. Can she follow him into the hot desert night without losing her tail?

Zader Montana is Sovereign Kind, a mountain lion infected with vampyre blood. He refuses to embrace his undead half, the part of him that prowls the night looking for the she-wolf he desires. His problem -- she's mated to the alpha of the wolf pack sharing his mountaintop.

Skye wants a taste of the cat who trails her every night. Convincing her mate to let her have a bite won't be a big deal. The wolves are infected with the blood curse too, and they're not finicky. Skye's willing to be shared by both leaders as long as she gets what she wants.

All available at Changeling Press.

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

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Stone Lovin'

The Stonegars

Stone Cold and Stone Dead

Liquid Silver Books

Stone Cold
Trapped by a curse, Erac Dane has been stone cold and stone hard for twenty-five years. Erac has had to watch silently as other men pleasure the woman he desires, but no longer. With twenty-five years of frustration burning through him, Erac is going to finally have the woman he wants, and nothing and no one is going to stop him!

If she bumps my cock once more, I'll crumble.
He had spent years watching her, first from the sunroom, now in the backyard. Always there for her. Vena Waring had worn him down to nothing, and he had never even touched her. She hadn't been this upset for a long time and he wanted to beat the bastard who hurt her to a bloody pulp.
Erac Dane couldn't do anything. His helplessness was due to Vena's grandmother, Malvena Waring. She had been a cruel old bitch and he was glad when the witch died. At the time he didn't even care her death had brought pain to the young woman who sat at his feet and cried.
That had changed over the years. What he wouldn't give to make Vena his. Anything to touch her, take her the way he'd dreamed of so many nights. Thinking about it gained him nothing but an excruciating hard-on.
No matter, Malvena being alive wouldn't have changed his predicament one iota. Only Rekat could do that and he'd been absent too many years.
The sun eased toward the horizon in the western sky and a breeze stirred. It ruffled Vena's newly shorn, wheat colored locks. The bobbed hairstyle didn't suit her at all but Erac couldn't tell her that; hell, he couldn't say a single word.
She always followed the current fashion in everything—clothing, what pumps were in style—all of it. Many a night he'd listened to her on the phone with one friend or another chattering on about such things. He'd smile to himself at the way her brow quirked or her soft, luscious mouth curved into a beautiful smile, lighting up her face. Those lips could bring such pleasure to him.
Then there were the times when he called, like tonight. Erac wanted to throttle him for bringing shadows of sadness to her blue eyes. At the same time, he wanted to … shit, that wasn't going to happen.

Stone Dead
Join Etah Dane as she escapes her stone prison and sets out on a journey of vengeance. Fueled by rage and sexual desire, Etah's needs threaten to destroy everyone and everything in her path!

She was pissed off and had been pissed on for the last five days by the same soon-to-be-dead son of a bitch. Weren’t there any bathrooms in this godforsaken place? His alcohol-laced breath reached her on the breeze and if she could, she’d have vomited on his damn feet.
Etah Dane could see the town clock. In less than a half an hour it’d be over—the curse would be lifted and she’d be free. She needed release badly. Her life had been punctuated by dalliances with men and women, and right now her body shuddered inside her hard shell at the mere idea of sex.
To push the thought of physical release away, to abate the pain, she let her mind drift to the one man who had influenced her life the most. Thinking back, there was nothing she would have done differently.
At a young age, Etah had traveled alone back to the place she’d been born. She needed to know the man who was the closest thing to a father she would ever have.
Seeing him for the first time, he appeared kind and caring on the surface. Etah soon learned better. Though she’d never shared the information with anyone, discovering what he was affected her tremendously.
Night after night of watching his drunken debauchery, the meanness, Etah hated him. Afraid of becoming like him, she pushed the memory deep into the recess of her mind. She returned to Falmouth, Massachusetts, and tried to forget.
What she wanted to forget most was what he’d done to her.
Etah had been so naïve. The wall she wrapped around her heart became harder than the stone that covered her.
Sex for her kind was a way of life. It was beautiful and more than physical. Etah smothered that part of herself. Using it to assuage the pain, she wouldn’t allow feeling to enter into it. She wasn’t brutal like him unless she had to be, and though she mimicked his drinking alcohol, it didn’t affect her in the numbing way it did humans, but uncaring and unfeeling took on a whole new meaning.
Etah became what she feared most.
Like her creator, she was angry and mean.
Bong. Snatched back to the here and now, she saw there was only minutes left.
The creep in front of her with his cock hanging out was going to die.
Bong. Bong. Nine more. The second hand of the clock slowly inched its way around the gigantic face. Her heart beat matched each tick tock of the antique contraption.
Bong. Rock crumbled down her torso, freeing her upper body first. When shaped by her creator, Etah’s arms had been raised high, palms pressed together in prayer. She hated the sappy and pious pose.
Because of her crafted stance, she’d been passed from one parish church to the next until she ended up in a square near a cathedral in a tiny suburb of Philadelphia.
For the first time in twenty five years, she felt the wind in her waist length blonde hair, a warm, albeit urine scented, breeze buffeted her cheeks.
“Oh God, Mother of Mary, forgive me!” The man’s eyes were saucers in his head as he tilted his wine bottle and took the last swallow.