Fall is Falling

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At club Evolve there are no closed doors. These guys want their men soft, consenting, and ready when they are. So, come in—feel the heat!

Did you meet Zedidiah Mandrake from Fix Me?

One night more was one too many.

Zedidiah Mandrake lived for one-night stands. Screw them and leave them is his motto and it worked until he took Kerr Carmichael home. Handsome as hell and vulnerable, Kerr wore his heart on his sleeve. Zed knew in a matter of time, he’d hurt him and he made it very clear he was not relationship material. Kerr played it cool; however, Zed went after him with vengeance each time he yearned to touch him, have Kerr in a way Zed wanted no one else to enjoy. Those times grew closer and closer together.

Still, Zed warned Kerr—you can’t fix me.

EXCERPT:

Kerr didn’t want to deal with crap today and if Danton Perry caused any, this time he’d finish it. He’d worked the Drake account for a year now, and the bastard was a real pain in the ass who deserved to have a fist jammed down his throat. Thank God Kerr wasn’t as hotheaded as Drake’s assistant marketing manager, Sanders Cain, who would have performed the feat last Friday if Kerr hadn’t pulled him out of the conference room. “Should have left him have a go at the prick.”

Monday, Carmichael and Carmichael had received a call from Nat Jansen, Drake’s COO, apologizing and he requested Kerr come back in on Wednesday. Kerr arrived early and sat in the lobby staring into the street.

He’d been unable to wipe Friday night and Zedidiah from his mind.

Kerr had not realized he grunted aloud remembering Zed’s comment about being able to walk to his car until a young woman standing by his seat said, “Excuse me?”

“Nothing, sorry.”

“They’re ready for you, sir.”

Drake Corp gobbled up dying business, leveled the buildings, and sold resultant parcels off in pieces at a very high price. Public relations was important to keep surrounding communities from complaining about strip malls popping up overnight. Kerr had to admit Drake did better than most by developing green spaces for parks and trails helping to separate neighborhoods from the malls.

Entering the conference room, he nodded in Danton’s direction, and then spoke to Nat and Sanders. “Gentlemen.” Wasn’t yet sure about Danton until he saw how things progressed.

Danton seemed in a hurry. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nat cleared his throat. “We’re waiting for one more.”

“Who?”

Kerr opened his portfolio and browsed papers oblivious to Danton’s distress. He froze when he heard the voice.

“Mr. Carmichael, a pleasure to meet you. I’m Zedidiah Mandrake, you already know Danton who, as you’ve discovered, is an inappropriate son of a bitch that I have to deal with daily.”

“Zed, I handle marketing.”

“Not anymore.”

“Why, damn it?”

Kerr looked around and noticed Sanders biting back a smile while Nat squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Because it’s my company. You’re here as a favor to mother, nothing more.”

“You…you…”

“Say it, Danton. In fact, I’ll help you. Let me see, maybe cock sucking bitch.” Zed rounded the table. “Or faggot.”

Nat stood. “Zed, don’t.”

“I hear those words come out your mouth once more; you’ll need a full set of dentures.” He grinned maliciously at his brother. “Just like your daddy. Now get the fuck out.” Danton slammed the door so hard pictures shook on the wall. “Nat, Sanders, give me a minute alone with Mr. Carmichael.”

Mandrake—Drake. The door had barely shut before Kerr asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You left too quickly and, shit, Kerr…”

“I know. A one-night stand.”

“That’s not it.”

Zedidiah Mandrake was worth billions, most likely more. Much more. “I thought Danton Perry owned Drake Corporation.”

“I was seven when my father died. He had a very successful contracting business and left a tidy sum to put me through school and take care of my mom very well. A few years later, my mother remarried. Danton’s, my half-brother.”

“Did you need to be that harsh?”

“My inheritance helped to start Drake Corporation, but I built it from the ground up. It’s mine. The way I see it—I wasn’t hard enough.” Kerr watched a storm gather in Zed’s eyes. “Danton becomes more like his father every fucking day.” He shrugged and walked to stand in front of Kerr. “I wish you hadn’t witnessed this bullshit and I hope you forget it.”

Kerr had witnessed a dark side of Zedidiah. What happened between him and his stepfather to make him tremendously bitter toward the man?

Standing toe-to-toe with Zed, he felt a rush of heat to his crotch. Glancing down, he realized Zed experienced a similar predicament. Kerr wanted to touch him, give some sort of comfort. Jesus, why? He brushed the front of Zed’s slacks before leaning to kiss him; a kiss he thought would be short and sweet. Turned out to be the hottest, soul-searching lip lock Kerr had ever experienced. Their tongues tangled, fought, and surrendered as they dipped into corners seeking something more.

Zed grabbed him around the waist and shoved him against the table. “Damn, I could take you right here.”

“Not a good idea.”

“Why?” Zed stepped back and watched him.

“One night.”

“I didn’t count on seeing you again.”

“Does it make a difference?” What did Kerr want to hear?

“No.” He backed away and ran a hand through his hair. “Understand something, Kerr, I’m not good for you.” He pierced Kerr with a steely look. “I’m not good for anyone.”

Kerr had seen him run his hand nervously through his hair on another occasion. At Evolve, when he wasn’t sure Kerr would go home with him. “Shouldn’t that be my choice?”

Zed turned and strode to the end of the room. He touched a phone button and Kerr heard, “Tell Nat and Sanders the meeting is canceled, and I don’t want to be disturbed.” He moved to sit at the head of the table. “Come here.”

Don’t go, don’t go to him. Words Kerr should probably heed but his feet disobeyed as they carried him across the floor.

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

WIP Wednesday

A little more of Nash Ichor --

WHERE HE GOES

An endless pursuit for one missing element.

Nash Ichor embraces every damn bit of what he is. Echoes of family, war, remorse and pain, even memories of Heaven—none of it belongs to him. He seizes it from every existence he steals. Taking their blood, or feeding his prey, the aftermath becomes part of Nash’s journey. Each day he seeks fresh, new encounters stalking one elusive experience… Life!

MacKena Temley has never been a girly girl which made her secretarial job for an engineering firm perfect. She spent more time ribbing men and delivering blue prints for various builds than sitting at a desk. An errant delivery one fateful day and Mac’s life is about to change forever.

Excerpt:

“Do you know anything about those blueprints I delivered to Switton?”

“No but after you left I heard the boss say he’d gotten a call and he wanted you to deliver them.”

“Me? Why?”

“When he asks, our bosses are gonna make sure it happens.” He, almost as if he were God, was how everyone in the shop referred to TEM’s owner; in fact, no one knew what TEM stood for. “Never met the head honcho but our leaders aren’t fearless when it comes to dealing with him.”

“Strange because the person at the address said they weren’t his and my car is broken down in front of his house. I left the prints. I’ll figure a way to handle it tomorrow since I have to get my truck anyway.”

“That won’t be necessary, I’ve handled it.”

Mac swiveled to stare into… Jesus, he had freaky eyes. Now they appeared sea green. “Look, Mr. Ichor, you can’t keep rescuing me because at some point you’ll exact payment. My bank account does not overflow with cash and I’m not giving you anything else.”

“Call me Nash, please, and why would I require payment? I feel responsible as a misdirected delivery to my home precipitated your troubles.”

Did lights blink? “That’s not your fault.”

“It’s unimportant. Your vehicle has already been towed to a service station and it will be delivered to your home upon completion. You should seriously consider a newer model of transportation.” He pivoted and took two strides before stopping. Over his shoulder, he said, “Twice you have misjudged me. I’m not sure the caliber of men you deal with, MacKena, but I would never expect the anything else you speak of.” His eyes smoldered. “That is a treasure to be earned.”

Manny snorted. “Dude, you could seriously give the rest of us bad reputations.” Amy elbowed him in the ribs.

“Gee, great advice but unless you’re buying, I’m riding old style.” She grinned. “I apologize for presuming but I like my independence. I’m not willing to trade it for any old thing. I do, however, appreciate your having Andrew bring me to AC.”

He faced the table but stayed where he was. “You should have accepted my offer of clothing.”

“What I’m wearing is fine, thank you.” Handsome as a Greek god, not lacking in wealth evidently, why was the man standing in a Mexican restaurant wasting time with her? He had to be dying in that damn coat. “You should rethink your attire. Aren’t you hot?”

“No.”

“Well you’re making me hot.” Though she wouldn’t complain about being his arm candy, MacKena never fit that mold. Too straightforward and mouthy. Hell, she might have one, maybe two suitable dresses in her closet to accompany someone like him if he asked her to dinner let alone anywhere fancier. MacKena didn’t mind; she liked who she was and she took care of herself.

“What is money worth if you can’t make someone happy?”

She picked up a note of sadness as eyes darkened. “Are you happy, Nash?” Asking questions, drawing this encounter out would only be torture as she wished she’d had the beer at his place. Gotten to know him. Why? He came off straitlaced and proper and that type never excited her. “I’m sorry, that’s not my business.” Unfortunately, Nash Ichor awakened something in MacKena.

“I would be happy if you’d accompany me on my boat for that beer I feel I owe you.” He shrugged. “I’d invite you to my home but my seating problem will not be solved for a bit.”

“Rather difficult to entertain with one chair even though it would seat two.”

“Perhaps not proper to say but,” A glint settled in his eyes. “My bedroom is fully furnished.”

“I bet it is.” Okay, not as prudish as she imagined.

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

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

UNFORGIVABLE

Releases today! Hope you caught my interview with Chance who you can meet in UNFORGIVABLE, his story will be told in UNREDEEMABLE, and guess what...signed contract this morning for UNHINGED!

Here's a bit about Rand and Nola from UNFORGIVABLE:

Blurb:

One careless shot in the dark, and their lives collided.

Nola Lester finally had enough of life in the city’s fast lane. She needed to get away, get back to her roots, but tending a wounded hunter whose controlling and charismatic personality triggered strange desires threatened Nola’s plans. Perhaps changing her agenda may not be such a bad idea.

Rand Mitchell anticipated relaxing in the secluded mountains he felt drawn to year after year. There would be no rescuing animals or hunting humans, just peace and quiet while searching for clues to explain the mystery of who he is. Instead, Rand found himself ensnared by a sharp-tongued spitfire more than willing to provide a diversion.

Neither of them knew what a deadly creature she held in the palm of her hand.

Unhappiness tightened his jaw, creased his forehead. Nola had seen him angry, being a smartass, and God, the look on his face when he made love… Shit, only sex she told him. It was more, much more, but she would never tell him because Rand wasn’t the kind to settle down. She got the feeling only a little of his time was spent here or surely she would have run into him. The need to give him whatever solace she could for however long became overwhelming. She reached over and brushed his cheek with her fingers. “Sound like wonderful people.”

“Nola…”

“Hmm.”

“I can’t stand it when you touch me.”

She snatched her hand away, folded it in her lap.

“No, no.” Rand grabbed it back, drew fingers to his mouth and sucked them one at a time. “I meant when you touch me it makes me hotter than hell. Feel this.” He moved her hand to the crotch of his jeans where he manipulated her fingers to squeeze and rub his growing hardness.

Nola’s toes tingled with excitement. “You said…”

“…it wouldn’t happen again.” He ripped the sheet away. “Don’t hide from me.” Dragging her over to straddle his lap, Rand kissed her lips softly before peering at her. “Just sex, right? Lean back.” He let her butt slip between his thighs onto the mattress and he got on his knees between her legs. “One more time.”

* * *

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt!

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

What's on my mind?

Spring, and here's a few reasons why:

Liberty States Fiction Writers (LSFW) Create Something Magical Conference. This year's keynote speaker is Mary Janice Davidson. There will be lots of publishers represented, as well as many agents in attendance.

And your favorite authors will be there too!



March 19, 2011
Renaissance Woodbridge Hotel
515 Route 1 South & Gill Lane
Iselin, New Jersey 08830

To find out more about this educational and fun event, visit Liberty States Fiction Writers today.

Next up:




Coming in April is the Romantic Times Convention in Los Angeles, California. Look out Hollywood! Romance authors and their readers are converging on you for an awesome week of activities and fun--lots of fun.

To find out more, visit RT Convention 2011.

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

HARD CASE has arrived...

SEE HIM http://lnk.ms/0NDb7 MEET HIM http://lnk.ms/0NDb9 CHATwith me today at author Liena Ferror's blog http://lnk.ms/02WDq

A New Contract...

With Eirelander Publishing for CLAWLESS. I currently have A PANTHER'S FLIGHT at Eirelander and look forward to working with the folks there again. I can tell you just a bit about the story.

Jenna Sahara is a lioness trapped in a vampyre's body. Saddened by this twist of fate, she'll never know her beast. It is with surprise she discovers her mate is a human.

Though shocked by her and what she is, Griffin Hayes cannot fight the desire he feels. He will be tested to the limits by her family until they are satisfied he has the ability to protect her. Should he fail, death would be swift.

CLAWLESS will be released in February 2010. Stay tuned for more information. Visit www.sovereignkind.com or www.eirelanderpublishing.com for more information.

SCREWED is coming...

And so is Purple P Rose! Brash, colorful and sexy. Don't miss the fun. Here's a taste of what you'll get. Genres: Humor & Satire, Paranormal; Vampires; Ménage; Bisexual and More http://www.changelingpress.com/ This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

SEE PREMIER TRAILER (on this page) BLURB: An irreverent poke into the world of Women’s Erotica. Purple P. Rose is a brash private investigator. Her latest case has her visiting the city’s seediest nightspot, the Mons Venus, with partner and boyfriend, Richard E. Rection. Their new case is full of surprises -- especially when Dick “discovers” he’s bisexual. They are both unaware there’s a new and slightly sinister being in town -- Peter Hard, a vampyre who enjoys the taste of women and men alike. He’s chosen Purple to be his. Ready to claim her, he uses his powers to coerce Dick to bring him in as a partner. Their lives will never be the same again. We kinda doubt yours will, either. EXCERPT: One point of view… It was the crack of dawn. Purple P. Rose woke up with a hairy one in her face -- Boyd’s ass. Shit, had she had too much to drink? She couldn’t think straight. Everything was askew -- even the view out of her ritzy loft’s window. The trees appeared to bow and wave at her as she listened to the shower run in her bathroom. What the hell had happened last night? Something about the new guy. She looked back at Boyd, who still slept peacefully. Purp gazed across the park and tried to remember. She did have some memories intact -- the worst being her partner Dick. She thought he’d gone soft. Maybe not. She shook her head to clear the clouds of confusion. Richard E. Rection was a real son of a bitch known as Dick to his friends. Purp found she’d rather have no one else back her up in a tight spot. He’d done that last night. Warmth crept down her thighs as she turned over the pictures in her mind of what she could remember. She’d seen a new side of Dick. Flashes came to her in living color. They’d checked out the club Mons Venus, a cheap strip joint on the Westside, as planned. The girls there were known to go all the way with customers. So, needless to say, the place stayed full. Every nut-sac in town turned up at Mons Venus. Purp and Dick had met there last night to interview a bartender involved in their latest case. It wasn’t their usual type of job, but she’d taken it for the money. Car repairs had left her flat broke, and it was the first of the month, which came too fast lately. Her real problem -- so did Dick. Now she remembered. He’d been the first to interview the bartender in question. Dick then disappeared with him to a room behind the stage. After he’d left, Purp ordered her second gin and tonic. She’d decided to enjoy the show. The girl on stage had hair the color of a magnificent western sunset. The bush between her thighs carried the same flaming color. Red knew the pole she used intimately. Purp’s panties were soon full of morning dew. But it was nighttime and she wanted to be full of something else. A hefty dick, a sliver of tongue, it didn’t matter. Anything would do the job right now. A tremor of premonition lanced through her. She studied the other patrons. As she looked around, her eyes lit on a dark corner table. Someone stared back at her from the table there. She could make out the outline of a body. Male. Smoke wafted around him, obscuring his face. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her pussy clenched on itself. Who was he and why was he watching her? It wasn’t the first time she’d had the feeling lately. Shit, just what she needed -- the witchy stuff following her around. Purp shook it off and felt her side for the gun holstered there. The wave of raw lust that slammed into her left her weak. Between her thighs, her cunt pulsed. She went through life horny, but what hit her now was hell. Dick hadn’t returned, so Purp went to find him. What she found didn’t shock her. Not much did nowadays. She’d opened the door to the room where she heard thumping and bumping inside, and found him in a big wingback chair with his pants around his ankles and the bartender’s face buried between his muscular Adonis-like thighs. Purp had never seen Dick in this light. Hmm. “Purp --”