Tuesday Talk

How about a day where characters from different books are interviewed? I'll start with an old, old post with Jag Arizon from WITH EXTRA CREAM and his best friend, Leron Wilder, from HOT TIN ROOF. The men are jaguar shifters from the Kind species--big cats infected with vampyre blood--their growl is as big as their bite! Each story is now available in a box set at Changeling Press and most other ebook outlets. Changeling has the better price and they'll have your format or lead you to all the places you can purchase a copy.

I’ve never missed MCs as much as these guys. Hmm… A story to reunite them all one last time? I don’t like Christmas so they don’t either. Maybe Valentine’s Day? Too late for that and, no, buying flowers, candy or dressing up to go out for dinner isn’t their thing at all! 4^th of July with lots of  fireworks? That’s an idea I’m going to float around in my head. Oh Lord, it's floating...

Meet Jag and Leron:

“Hello. My name is Jag.”

“Dude! Why you talking like that?”

“Shut up, Leron. J. Hali asked me to do this. I brought you along for moral support. Don’t give me no shit.” He shook his head. “I knew I should have asked my lady to come with me.”

“You sound like a freaking robot. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Can you do better?” Jag was pissed.

“Yeah, here you go: What’s up people? Glad you stopped by. See, something natural like that.”

“Oh, right, that was so much better.”

“Hey, Jag, can I tell them about my book – HOT TIN ROOF?”

“That’d be great, man. They know about me and Barbara from WITH EXTRA CREAM already. Go ahead. Cripes, what the hell, Leron…why’d you change to your beast?”

Because I can. I like this freedom. How long is J. gone for?

“Who knows and get out of my head. She’s usually around. Wait, what if she doesn’t come back?”

So what? Hell, if she comes back she might want to be writing about Trent or something else totally. She’s always going on about those freaked out angels.

“Hey, did you lose words in the edit thingy?” Jag asked.

Leron nodded his large feline head and changed back to his vampyre form. “Yup. Not too bad though.”

“Damn, man. Cover your ass. What if someone walks in?” Jag’s brows raised and he peered at the mirrored glass around the small room.

“Who’s coming in here? It’s hardly big enough for us.”

Jag relaxed a little. “Tell us about your story.”

The smile that covered Leron’s face was pitiful. Jag laughed long and hard at his friend.

“She’s hot, Jag. Everything I want in a mate is wrapped up in that one gorgeous bundle. She’s tall as hell, too. I like that. What if she doesn’t want me?” Leron’s eyes bugged out. “Hell and damnation, I just thought about that.”

“I don’t know if the people care how she looks, dude.”

“Screw ‘em then. I’m not telling them anything if that’s the case.”

Jag’s clothes disappeared, a growl to wake the devil erupted from deep in his chest and thundered through the tiny interview space. Fur traveled up his naked torso, Rosette-spotted hair raced up his arms. Claws protruded from large paws that slammed to the floor and shook the room.

Talk about the story or I’ll bite your ass off.

“Oh, it’s okay for you to screw around in my head?” Silence. “Christ, you’re serious?”

Yeah. I promised J. I’d do this for her. I’m gonna do it right.

“Okay already. Let me see…how about I do one of those blurb things she’s always writing?”

That’ll work.

“You’ll be sorry you didn’t let me describe my babe. She’s hot.”

Shut up and post the blurb, Leron. Damn, Trent wouldn’t have been this bad.

“Why don’t we just send them over to Changeling Press? They can read blurbs and more plus they’ll find links to other places to buy us…err…the books.”

Jag had resumed his human-like appearance. “Sounds cool.”

“Thanks. Now they’ll have to see Cory anyway.”

“Jeez, it’s not like she’s as good looking as Barb.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

All hell broke loose. An unearthly sound traveled halls of the small studio as jaguars clashed together in battle. The room’s walls vibrated. A crashing sound was followed by explosive pops and smoke as electrical equipment tumbled from racks.

Unbeknownst to the male combatants, two women watched from the other side of the glass.

“Should we break it up?”

Barbara smiled at Cory. “Let them fight it out. We get to fawn all over them afterward.”

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

It's Caturday!

With a wolf thrown in for good measure....err, good menage. Available in the EXTRA CREAM box set at Changeling Press.

Zader’s Menagerie

The right wolf will make this cat howl at the moon.

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.

Excerpt:

Skye had stayed in her wolf, enjoyed walking through the quiet forest. Where was Leaf, and why hadn’t he come to her? A slow throb started at the top of her head, made her eyes water, her nose run. What now?

A sound to her left caught her attention, but too late. A wiry cheetah came into view, spittle dripping from its fangs. Damn it to hell, she should have paid attention to her surroundings. Then she heard it—a howl that sounded like it came from the bowels of the earth. Leaf.

The big wolf flashed in front of her, tail high and swishing in agitation. Cat got your tongue, baby?

Leaf… She watched as the thick fur receded and he stood naked and tall in the form of his vampyre. His eyes glared red, his fangs were long and deadly.

“I’ve been with you the whole time.”

Pulling her wolf back, she stood beside him, her eyes pinned on the deadly transgressor in front of them. “I didn’t feel you.” But she felt Zader.

“Skye, I need to tell you something.”

Before he could finish the animal lunged, taking a swipe across Leaf’s chest. Blood bubbled from the wound which could kill even the strongest Kind. It was one reason she and Leaf should have remained in their animals.

“And the other reason is why we don’t use our Balkan cousins’ power to kill them. They deserve to die with respect because many of them were Reign warriors, and they are what we all should have remained. Animals, beasts, that should have lived and died in the wild.”

Zader’s eyes glared red from across the clearing before he released his cat. The tan fur barely covered his torso before his paws slapped the ground. He growled, circling the spotted cat.

Skye quickly changed into her wolf, prepared to fight alongside the cat that belonged to her, just as she had planned to do with Leaf. Before she reached Zader, he’d pounced on the wiry animal. Cries split the night as his cougar latched onto the thinner cat’s neck, delivering a vicious bite to the jugular. The cheetah fell to its side, gasping for air. With quickness unknown to normal animals, Zader’s beast ripped into the belly, disemboweling the transgressor and putting it out of its misery.

Leaf had slumped down against a tree trunk, blood flowing freely from the gouges. Skye’s wolf rushed to his side and licked at the wounds to heal them. He’d need strong blood, and she hadn’t taken any. Turning, she saw that Zader had regained his man form, and watched them from across the clearing. Taking her animal inside her body, she sat next to Leaf. “Zader?” He wouldn’t deny her, but would Leaf want a cat’s blood?

“Does he want to live?” He’d do anything to make Skye happy, even share his blood.

Leaf raised his head and stared at Zader. “Yes.” A small smile curved his lips, “Just don’t give me too much or I’ll kill you.”

She watched Zader move closer with a gleam in his eyes. “You’d die trying, bastard.” He stooped down and bared his wrist to Leaf. “Take too much and there might be a definite improvement in your scraggly ass.” His head tilted. “Who the hell holds a conversation while there’s a transgressor not ten feet away?”

Finished taking sustenance, Leaf sighed. “Was pretty damn stupid, huh?”

“We’ve both got something to live for now.”

“Guess you’re right.”

There was a new respect for each other in their words, but Skye sensed sadness in Leaf that she didn’t understand. And there was a definite difference in the way Zader acted. His eyes were filled with wildness, a certain abandonment. The scent of anger mixed with fear of the wolves was totally absent from the cat.

Zader did something she wouldn’t have thought him capable of—they were all clothed by him and transported to his house. Only a very strong vamp could perform that feat. How long had he been taking the blood again to have such strength?

Settling Leaf into a guest room, she and Zader went to rest by the fire. “You respect him now?”

“Always did. I respect, even more, that he would have done anything to save you.”

“He’s not as uncaring or mean as he sometimes appears.”

“I know that. As a leader, I understand we have to do things others don’t like.”

“There’s something… different about you.” She moved to his side, ran her fingers over his chest. “Something that makes me want you even more.” Zader removed their clothing with a thought.

“Something that makes you want me with your alpha under the same roof?”

“Maybe it’s because he’s here.” Continuing to stroke his face, play in his hair, she moved one hand to his crotch. His cock was swollen, the tip wet with pre-cum. “You seem stronger, more settled into the idea of being with us.”

“Skye, part of you is mine, and taking that doesn’t trample what belongs to Leaf.” His head bent, cool lips brushed her brow. “I’d never stop you from having anything you love.”

He nudged his tongue between her lips, delved deep into her mouth, proving how much he wanted her. She felt his hands cup her breasts, squeeze her taut, painfully engorged nipples. Skye arched into him, her body asking for more. Before she could say it, they were in his bed, Zader beneath her. Pulling her head away, she said, “Take me, take what’s yours.”

Skye gloried in the feel of his large hands caressing her back, covering her ass to nudge her closer. “That’s exactly what I intend to do.” His whispered words were rife with desire.

“She’s mine too, cat.”

Leaf!

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

Quench for Caturday

I'm diligently working (well, sort of in between other things that pop into my head) to get all the titles for which rights have been returned back out there. QUENCH is one of those titles. As soon as I finish with HARD CASE, the first story, Alek's will be next up. Just a little bit to remind you of who this Siberian tiger/lion shifting blood sucker is. Enjoy -

Alek is cursed. A tiger and lion mix, he also feels vampyre bloodlust. Finding a mate will require finding someone to sate that bloodlust and it has become increasingly clear that the two cats who live beneath his skin are outrageously, unbelievably picky. Then he meets Viviana, the one woman who ignites a fierce fire in his soul.

Viviana, a vampyre warrior, is shocked to come face-to-face with the one creature who can turn her cool blood into a molten river. Her powers stolen, she has to count on the cat for everything—blood, even her life and when they’re together she becomes a wildcat in his arms. Viv wants Alek as her own, and no one, not even Alek himself, will stand in her way.

Excerpt:

The addiction to the prince’s blood pulled at Alek, shattered his control again and again. It pushed him into the arms of any available woman just so he could prove his manhood. The weakness would never allow him to take a mate. He was unwilling to divulge his dark secret—his desire to take a man, namely the prince. Have him in every way.

Alek had seen mated male cats take sustenance often. They always went for men and then they’d go home to feed their mates. How did they deal with it, fight the carnal urges that damn near drew him over the edge? What made him different? This wasn’t part of the beast’s nature. His craving came from his blood-lusting relatives. Goddamn vampyres.

“On that thought, I need to feed my mate. Let me say this. Tres understands my sexual urges and accepts them. You’ll find the right mate one day and she’ll accept all that you are, Alek.”

“I’d never let her know.”

“Then you’ll never have happiness. If that’s how you choose to live, so be it. I’ve done all I can.” His friend sniffed loudly, wrinkling his nose. “And you do smell like a lion today. You need a bath, my friend.”

“Fuck you.”

Case left him sitting where he’d found him—alone in a corner.

He decided to leave tomorrow to itself. Tonight, he wanted to relax. The prince was off somewhere chasing his mate but he’d fed Alek well before he left.

His cock was full and he’d bed the first female who showed up ready, willing and able.

Alek sniffed the air while his eyes roamed the room in search of a candidate to take to one of the back rooms of the voyeur club. A few couples languished in softly lit booths while jazz quietly wafted from hidden speakers. He wondered which of them would end up in one of the many two-way mirrored rooms tonight watching others being pleasured and giving pleasure.

A familiar scent filled his nostrils.

Law and Dace were here. He’d been told to expect them. They’d all been summoned to join the prince in his search.

The prince’s brothers spent most of their lives in Europe and were considered master vamps. They lived totally on blood, ignoring their beasts completely. They were adept at hiding in plain sight. This close to home they must not be concerned or he would have never smelled them.

He decided to follow the trail, which led to one of the back rooms. Hell, he’d surprise them and maybe they could grab something to eat together. He hadn’t hunted in the vampyre way in a long time. Too long.

The hallway he traveled was empty. Alek stopped in front of the room housing Law, Dace, a few humans, and an unfamiliar scent of a full vampyre. Strange. Masking his odor, he vanished to materialize on the other side of the door.

Before he could move the stranger had him at knifepoint from behind. The lights were dim but he could see two human couples lounging sleepily on the sofa. Dace glared from a small bar in the back.

Law was the first to speak. “You’re living dangerously tonight.”

“We flashed by you and thought we’d stop later and catch up.” Dace’s low laugh was sinister as he eyed the humans. “We were grabbing a feed first.”

Alek remained motionless with the knife pressed into the skin of his throat. A cold trickle of blood slid down his neck as the stranger used one hand to pat him down as if it were a cheap stickup. When the hand came around and grabbed his cock, he made his move.

Lightning fast, he reached over his shoulder and grasped the stranger by his head and flipped him onto the floor. The tip of Alek’s knife now pierced the other’s neck and drew blood.

“Unless you want what you just had to be your last meal, I suggest you don’t put your hand on my balls again.”

“Get your ass off me and I’ll be glad to oblige. Fuck, never mind, your cock feels pretty damn good right where it is.” A slender body pushed up against him.

The voice stilled him and he inhaled deeply. Alek’s breath caught in his throat. Truth assaulted his nostrils and he wondered how the hell he’d missed it. Delicious female scent wafted over him. Shit! A freaking woman had held him at knifepoint and she smelled full-out vamp. Pulling his blade back, he released her and stood while she came to her feet with a lithe move that impressed him. Close to his height, taut muscles twitched with readiness as her weapon flipped back and forth through nimble fingers.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Alek asked.

“What in hell were you doing trying to sneak up on us? You ever hear of knocking? I thought you Kind had a thing about privacy.” She peered at Law. “Who the hell is this guy?”

“Trust me, Viv, he’s not a cat you want to mess with, understand? Put the knife away.”

Dace’s snicker filtered through the room.

“Don’t call me Viv, no one here knows me that well. I’m Viviana. If anyone gives a shit about a last name, too bad.”

The vamp amazed and flustered Alek at the same time.

Her feminine chin jutted toward him. “Who’s Mr. Got-a-helluva-package?”

Law choked. “That’s Alek.”

“Ahh, your lofty Reign leader. How you doing? Nice cock you got there.” She motioned to the couples on the sofa. “Help yourself to a bite.” Viviana laughed in his face when his jaw dropped. “You cats need to stop being so damn finicky.”

Surprised by her boldness, he snapped his mouth closed. He’d never met a woman like her in his life. She had the foulest mouth he’d ever heard, no modesty at all, and she felt like a wet dream about to pop.

Alek’s dick was hard as a stick of dynamite and it felt ready to blow any damn minute. Christ! What was up with this female? And what the fuck was up with him?

Her moonlit blue eyes pierced him before she vanished.

He wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food anyway.

Before he sheathed his knife, he ran the tip of it over his tongue. The vamp’s blood tingled there, sending another hot stab of desire right to his crotch. The taste of her called so loudly to him he followed Viviana right through the door. The last thing he heard was the brothers laughing.

Alek, pleased by the sight of her tight ass swinging in front of him, blatantly checked out her backside. Platinum-blonde hair hung down her back in a severe plait. Black leather hugged her lithe body like a second skin and her long legs ate the hallway up. She was tall and stiletto boots boosted her height to damn near match his six foot four inches. Oh, he could work her for a long time. The package she’d fondled earlier was still hard.

His hands itched to touch walnut brown skin he knew would feel like satin. And her smell drove him nuts. Damn! Could one drop of blood have… Hell, maybe he was in heat.

Strictly a cat man, he couldn’t believe how much the bloodsucker turned him on.

“You’re a bloodsucker too and no matter what you cats believe, you’re no better than we are.” She had entered his thoughts!

Alek jumped at the echoing sound of her voice in the empty hallway.

Concentrate. Keeping her out wouldn’t be impossible but it required him being more aware if she intended to hang around. Locking his shields tight, Alek slid his tongue over lips that still held her exotic taste.

He did something he wouldn’t normally do out of respect for another’s privacy. Alek eased past her mental barrier and invaded her mind. It was too easy. Viviana wanted him there. What he saw had his cock leaking like a faucet. She wanted to handle him, stroke and hold his cock, guide it inside her.

Hell yeah, he was willing to be handled by her for a couple hours before sunrise.

Suited him fine.

She continued into the main area of the club with him on her heels. He continued to pick around in her head and found she couldn’t read Law or Dace either. Unaware of the lion’s pure royal blood pumping through his veins, Viviana made the mistake of thinking he was just a Kind tiger.

Alek stopped dead in his tracks. What was he doing?

A woman like her, a vamp, wouldn’t understand his weakness. His thoughts turned to his beasts. For some odd reason his lion lay still, quietly purring. His ever-vigilant tiger stood at peace. Neither animal displayed agitation or cried out for blood.

His cock was still hard, and Alek knew there would be no satisfaction with anyone else tonight. In a fog of anguish, he started to walk again. Viviana’s eyes followed him from where she sat at the bar. He went straight through the club and out the door.

How fucked up his life was.

When he reached the parking lot, he raised his head and roared into the night, not caring who heard or saw him.

Pain too great to hold inside poured from his body into the air. The thunderous sound battered against tree limbs sending some crashing to the ground.

* * * * *

Viviana smiled as she made her way down the long hallway. The Reign leader followed her and his spicy scent filled her nostrils. She liked how he’d felt sprawled on top of her with his emerald green eyes glittering. If his hair hadn’t been a dead giveaway she would have known he was tiger from his smell. The Sovereign warriors had a reputation for being badass and if this one was like the brothers, she wouldn’t mind knowing him better or getting her hands buried in his rough.

Her blade burned hot in her hand. Unaware she still held it, Viv stared at a drop of blood glistening under the soft lights. Sweet Jesus, she wanted to lick it, taste it, and she did. Her nipples hardened immediately and her vagina clenched, sending moisture sliding from her core into the seat of her pants. What in hell was that?

Careful or he’ll smell my desire.

Pushing at his mind, she caught only a glimpse before banging into a steel wall. Viv couldn’t get in. The brothers carried strong royal blood in their veins and it had always caused trouble when she tried to read them. They were direct descendants of the original beasts turned by her ancestors. This was different. She’d never felt anything like it.

Alek, a Siberian tiger, had the same mental print of a lion.

Viv hadn’t counted on the excitement that fluttered in her stomach. To restrain her out-of-control body she reminded herself of his nasty thought about her species. It had pissed her off and she’d berated him for thinking of her as a bloodsucker. The Kind were no better.

“Goddamn fur balls.”

Confused by her emotions, she wanted to fuck with him. Allowing him access to one part of her mind, she let him have a thought that should keep him swollen and painfully erect. I wouldn’t mind handling a nice piece of ass like yours before sunrise.

Viv’s aroma quickly filled the small space and she knew her scent would snare the beast in him. The effort to close her mind weakened her tremendously. Stronger shields would definitely be called for if she planned to hang around him. What if she wasn’t able to keep him out while they trekked after the prince?

She continued down the hall and into the bar, taking a seat. Her eyes followed Alek.

Viv visibly shuddered when he gazed her way, sending an icy chill down her back.

The cat walked through the room and out the front door.

“Shit.” She’d looked forward to knowing him better.

“Are you prepared for what will happen if you cage that tiger?”

Viv knew very little about Case other than he owned The Looking Glass. His long, pale blond hair gave away the fact he was a white lion and the scent of fresh human blood coursing through his body told her something else—this cat was powerful. Case had no problem with his vampyre side and he had no problem breaking through her barriers to enter her mind.

“Case, we don’t know each other well enough for you to screw around in my head. Don’t do it again.” No sooner had the words left her mouth than the ferocious cry of a wild beast lanced through the club. The doors and walls were unable to hold out the sound of pain. Viv’s heart wrenched. Fear pounded through her veins, matching pace with her cold blood.

“Now do you understand why I asked?” Case made no pretense as he waved his hand, stealing the previous seconds of time from the mind of every human in the room.

His power should have frightened her. Hanging with Law and Dace, Viv was well aware of the Sovereign Kind who sustained their lives with human blood. They became strong vampyres and, aided with the senses and abilities of their animal, they were deadly creatures to be reckoned with.

“Fuck you.” Viv stood and walked back the way she’d come to collect the brothers. Reaching their room, she snarled, “Let’s get out of here.”

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

I got Screwed...

on a shirt and it's so cool! Stefanie at Image Is Everything did a fantastic job. I can't wait to wear it next week.

Also, I may have some good news regarding a contract when I get back from RWA in DC. My fingers, toes and eyes are crossed!

I'll let you know as soon as I know if pulling out the champagne is warranted.

Bye for now.

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 --”