The Triumvirate

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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

Me, You, and Who!

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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

Can't Touch This

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

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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

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

Ander

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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

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