Saturday, September 24, 2016

TEAMING Our Teacher


TEAMING Our Teacher: Taboo Gay Menage Erotica

Professor Blackbourne has become an obsession for the two most powerful students at the university.  The illicit relationship between the boys (and their university President) entrances Blackbourne.  He finds his resolve faltering with each dangerous class. EXTREME TABOO EROTICA by Yamila Abraham!!

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EXCERPT ~

I want to suck your cock.

Professor Blackbourne clenched his teeth.  The brazen words had been written by Lionel Carlson.  The student had turned in a description of his term project for him to approve.  In the final line which asked, ‘Is there anything else you wish to tell me?’ Lionel decided to scribble down the lewd comment.

He scratched his pen over the words until they were blacked out, cutting through the paper as he did.
“Cheeky twit.” He said this beneath his breath.

He should have expected as much from President Carlson’s son.  The fiendish founder of the school was a notorious lecher who’d groped Blackbourne’s ass on two notable occasions.  The first time shocked him more than outraged.  He’d presumed the sly middle-aged millionaire only harassed his female faculty.  The second time his bottom was given a full-handed squeeze, venturing deep enough between his legs to nudge a testicle, Blackbourne felt like confronting him.

“Oh?  You fancy me, President?  How about I pin you against the wall of that fine office of yours and shag your narrow ass til it aches?” 

Of course he’d never uttered the words.  A desire to retain his high-paying job outweighed his need for vindication.

Now he’d been saddled with not one, but two of the university president’s miserable sons. The Carlson twins, old for freshmen due to the years they delayed their education, planted themselves front and center in his Art History class.  Their slackened postures, widely splayed legs, and the smug grins on their identical faces forewarned of a trying semester.  The comment on Lionel Carlson’s very first assignment was a crude introduction to the headaches to follow.

He flipped to the next paper in his stack.  Rodney Carlson, brother to the first, outlined a paper on Dutch painters of the Renaissance.  Just as with Lionel's paper, everything was acceptable until he got to the last line.


Me too.

“Bleeding hell!” He once again scratched out the words with enough fervor to tear the sheet.

Hecklers and hooligans he could handle.  He’d had plenty experience during his years teaching at a Higher Ed facility.  Why did Carlson’s sons choose to harass him in such an intimate manner?

Could it be for the same reason their father groped him?  For the same reason he’d gotten the lofty tenured professorship in the first place? People said he looked like a dark-haired David Bowie at the height of the singer’s beauty.  He had a regally chiseled face framed by long black tresses of hair.  His body, though lean, was well-defined with muscles due to his dominant position in a local netball league.

Blackbourne was fully cognizant of his looks.  He had no qualms about using them to advance his career, nor to assist in his frequent conquests.  He’d exhausted the supply of attractive young women interested in one-night flings in his borough.  Now, having moved on to men, he found his trysts more exciting.  He’d still define himself as bisexual, but his tastes had swayed dramatically toward the masculine.

Perhaps President Carlson knew this?  It’s not as if many secrets could be kept in the Borough of Rigsby—population 980, except when university was in session and it rose to 8,000.  Nearly all the permanent residents were on a first name basis.

If Carlson knew of his extracurricular activities then his sons surely had the knowledge also.
In that case…could their lewd advances be sincere?

“Wretched nuisance.” He shook his head with a grimace.

Blackbourne took his tea in the faculty lounge prior to his afternoon class.  The league scores in their minuscule district's paper captured his focus.  He didn't notice when President Carlson sauntered in.

“So.  How are my boys getting on in your Art History class?”

Blackbourne stiffened.  He turned to look at the stately white-haired president.  He’d paired a tailored suit-jacket with blue jeans.  The former stretched over imposing broad shoulders.
He cleared his throat.  “They’re a good pair of hoodlums, I’d say.”

Carlson burst with a short laugh.  Then his face curled into a malevolent grin.  “Do tell, Professor.”

Blackbourne scoffed and turned back to his paper.  “Nothing worth the telling.”

Carlson pulled out the chair beside him, causing the legs to scrape over stone tile.  He sat and rested his folded hands on the table. Blackbourne pretended to ignore him.

“They’re quite rambunctious, my boys.  They’ve got my spirit.”

He restrained a sneer.  “I’ll say.”

“They quite fancy you, as well.”

Blackbourne gave him a look of shocked indignation.  The President’s face remained cunning.
“Took quite a bit to get them to see to their education.  Too many pleasures for them on the Continent.  I had to convince them there were some worthy pursuits at our lovely Uni as well.  Such as this one bloke, handsome bachelor professor, mid-thirties, and quite the reveler.”

Blackbourne’s shock metamorphosized into anger, while the indignation remained.  “What in God’s name are you saying?”

Carlson righted in his seat.  His grin shifted to a look of smugness.  “I’m saying my dear boys have finally come home.  I should like them to stay there.  They’re antsy buggers, though.  They need to be amused.”

His eyes narrowed. “Say it plain, Carlson.  I’d like to have an unambiguous quote for my complaint with the EHRC.”

Carlson laughed again, this time with greater mirth.  “That’s a cold empty threat and you know it.”
He dragged back the seat again to stand.  Blackbourne hoped he was leaving.  Instead, he came around behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Besides.  I’m not asking you to do something so much as I’m giving you permission.”
Blackbourne blinked.

“There’s a seat opening in the Honors Commission, you know, with O’Toole retiring.  Quite a generous stipend with that.”

What in blazes are you doing, you old prick?  Blackbourne’s heart was racing.  

“I should like to award the seat to someone...”  He leaned down to speak into Blackbourne’s ear.  “…close to the family.”

“You’re a sick one.”

Carlson stood straight and patted his shoulder.  “I’ve been called worse.”  He headed for the lounge door.

“I don’t give two shits for your bloody commission seat!”

Carlson turned back to him and once again flashed the cruel grin.  “It’s not a bribe.  Just a perk. You could always remain as you are.” Something in his eyes darkened. “But if you think to humiliate my boys, well, that would be unforgivable.”  He left.

Blackbourne stared at the door with his face contorted in a scowl.  Rubbish like this was bound to happen with such a crooked man at the helm.  He wondered how many other faculty members would join him if really did go to EHRC.

He sipped his tea after a repulsed groan.  Not a bloody one.  The pay was too good.  The job, too cushy.  His harassment barely registered compared to how terribly he was overworked at his low-paying Higher Ed position.

He’d be damned if he went back to a job like that.

Frankly, if Carlson had said, ‘Let my boys suck you off or you’re sacked,’ he would have cursed the man lower than Hell…

But he would have eventually dropped his trousers.

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Friday, September 23, 2016

Tango in the Night by KC Kendricks

Tango in the Night
contemporary gay romance available at
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Jubal Graham is back on the job after a shooter took the life of his long-time partner, and sent him into a coma followed by months of rehab. Determined to have justice, Jubal is focused on finding a killer, not a new romantic entanglement. Ellis Banks, with his smoldering blue eyes and denim-clad swagger is a distraction Jubal can’t afford – or ignore.

Ellis Banks came to Philadelphia to bust a drug operation; one that connects to the same case agency legend Kentuckian Jubal Graham is working. Ellis finds himself drawn to Jubal, but Jubal holds him off. Sure that Jubal is interested, even though he wears his slain lover’s ring, Ellis mounts a determined siege.

Jubal’s surprise at having a suitor develops into a growing affection for Ellis, one clouded with old fears. Fate ripped one lover from his arms, and now Ellis is in the line of fire. Jubal has to decide if he’s brave enough to love again.

EXCERPT

Ellis sat behind his desk, chin anchored in his left palm while his right index finger idly tapped the page in front of him. Lucky for me, a member of the janitorial staff busily washed the windows in my new office and I had an excuse not to go in there yet.

I had two choices. I could hide my interest in him, be the gruff senior agent, or I could let him know how strongly he had things stirring inside me. If I chose the latter, we needed to hash a few things out, namely how not to allow a mutual sexual curiosity affect the job.

Standing in the doorway, looking at him, I didn’t know which would win today. Ellis glanced up and saw me. He straightened, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath. I nodded and stepped into the squad room.

“Ellis. Are you on call, or just catching up?”

“I’m puzzled, mostly.”

I snorted and let the southern drawl creep into my speech. “Ain’t we all, most days?”

He almost smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching, and mimicked my accent. “I heard you hailed from Ken-tuck.”

“Yep. With a name like ‘Jubal’, where the hell did you think I was from?” I snagged the nearest chair and rolled it a bit closer to him. “What are you puzzled about?”

His gaze drilled into mine, his warm blue eyes eloquently saying he meant me. I smiled to let him know I appreciated his interest, but was careful not to show encouragement. He must have gotten the message. He flipped a folder at me. “There’s a few missing pieces here.”

I opened the folder and kept my surprise out of my voice. “This is an old case. I worked it for a while, but it went cold.”

“It ties into a new one, I just know it.”

A cold fist seized my heart. This case was potentially dangerous. I looked up at him. Ellis was running on instinct and that gut feeling that settled over you when you know what you can’t yet prove. His earnest expression begged me to believe him. I did, and I wished to heaven I could warn him off this one, but it would tip my hand.

“Keep digging, then. Trust your gut.”

“Should I trust what my gut says about you, Agent Graham?”

I closed the file and laid it back on his desk, my gaze flicking to the window washer. He was finished, putting all his supplies back in his cart. I waited until he exited to reply.

“Ellis, you and I need to get a few things straight.”

He tapped the signet ring. “That’s not your initial. The guy you were with last night?”

“No. I was with a friend last night. You were on a date.”

“So, maybe I should take you out on a date.”

“Ellis…” I froze as his fingers closed around mine, a delighted little quiver pulsing through my penis. I was intensely curious about the man, but we were in too public a place for this to continue. I pulled away. “Don’t do that here.”

“Will you go out with me, Jubal?”

Persistence was a good thing for a drug enforcement agent to have, but I wasn’t sure I liked his directed at me. I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it, either. It was certainly different to be on this side of the pursuit.

“Why did you come to my house last night?”

Ellis looked away as a flush crept up his neck. “I needed to know if your boyfriend lived with you.”

I clamped down on my temper. He was out of line, and his eyes said he knew how far. I counted to five before I responded. “He’s not my boyfriend. Don’t do it again. If he sees you dogging me, it’ll scare him.”

“Like I’m scaring you, Jubal?”

“You’re not scaring me.”

“Oh, the hell I’m not.” Ellis leaned back in his chair. “Okay. We’ll do it the old southern way. Even straights say a year is enough to mourn. You can play the reluctant widower for another two months. I’ll let you. Then you go out with me.”

“Boy, you don’t know anything about me.”

“Wrong. You were all anyone talked about when I transferred in. I took notes.”

“You’re an arrogant fucker, aren’t you?”

Ellis grinned as he stood and stretched, treating me to an eye level display of the full, rounded bump at the base of his zipper. He looked down at me, his expression pure insolence.

“Takes one to know one, Agent Graham.”

TANGO IN THE NIGHT
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Monday, September 19, 2016

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HOT MESS

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[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Hot summer rain. That was the scent that drew me. The soulful amber-green eyes that begged to be loved kept me. One look and I knew I wanted Lany Harris to be mine. Convincing him of my good intentions might prove to be harder than trying to convince my superiors that someone was out to get us.

I was obviously insane.

Cinnamon and whiskey had a delicious scent and it was S.W.A.T. commander, Lt. Salvador Delvecchio. I wanted to roll in that scent, sink into it, and never come out. I wanted to be consumed by everything that was the lethal man who had rescued me and decided I belonged to him.

I was a hot mess.

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STEALING HIS WARRIOR'S HEART

Warrior of Akasha 1

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[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, HEA]

Níximon Aeglos is a thief, and he makes no apologies for it. He has done what he has had to do to survive. When he spots a handsome warrior walking through the marketplace, he sees an easy mark and a purse full of coin.

Stealing from the Captain of the Royal Guard of the House of Elvellon was never in his plans—but revenge is. When Mael takes without asking, Níx decides to teach the man a lesson. When it backfires on him, Níx can't decide whether to protest or ask for more.

Maelon Hatholor is proud to be an elite solider in the king's royal guard. He is even more proud of his restraint when a sexy, little thief tries to rob him. When Níx comes back for more, Mael is all too willing to give him what he wants...over and over again.

When soldiers come for Mael, it's up to Níx to use the less than lawful contacts he's made over the years to help Mael discover why the king is after his head before they lose whatever is growing between them.

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Friday, August 26, 2016

Radical Rock Stars Box Set

 
RADICAL ROCK STARS Box Set
Jenna Galicki



This one-of-a-kind box set includes the entire Radical Rock Stars series PLUS Radical Rendezvous, an erotic short previously published in the International Bestseller PINK: Hot ‘n Sexy for a Cure.


THE PRINCE OF PUNK ROCK (Book 1: a 2015 Bisexual Book Awards Finalist)
I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE (Book 2)
She’s a rock goddess.
He’s a sex pistol.
I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.

PUNK ROCK RESURRECTION (Book 3)
My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.
Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.

ROCK STAR REDEMPTION (Book 4)
I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I’m the one your father warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.
I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.

Bonus Read: RADICAL RENDEZVOUS, an erotic short previously published as part of the
International Best Seller PINK: Hot n’ Sexy For A Cure

PUNK ROCK-A-BYE BABY (Book 5)
She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock.

COMING SOON:
ROCK GODDESS – A prequel to The Prince of Punk Rock. This is Tommy and Jessi’s story. 


Monday, August 15, 2016

series: Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove by KC Kendricks

DOUBLE DEUCE
Contemporary gay romance

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Free spirited Ian Coulter works hard and plays harder. An ex-cop turned private investigator, Ian enjoys meeting new men and making new friends. A night out ends up with one man on the floor at his feet, and another asking for his help. Big trouble’s brewing in little Amethyst Cove, and Ian’s a step behind. He’s quick to see Rick Mohr is the man holding the flare at the end a long, dark tunnel.

Undercover agent Rick Mohr walks a fine line, serving two masters. Insider trading, counterfeit printing plates, and a blown-up yacht have Rick stuck between two Federal agencies, one of which has been compromised. Rick has to discover the mole before it’s too late. When Ian Coulter walks into his life, Rick grabs the chance to salvage his assignment with both hands.

It doesn’t take Ian and Rick long to discover joining forces, and sharing resources, has definite perks - ones not found in any departmental manual.
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DEUCE OF DIAMONDS

The sequel to Double Deuce
contemporary gay romance

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Private investigator Ian Coulter has a knack for finding trouble even when he’s minding his own business. Ian’s in the midst of a routine weekly job for movie star client Saylor Blackwood when the man confides he thinks he has a fan turned stalker. Ian stays close to Saylor to observe the people around him and gets an unwelcome shock when FBI agent Rick Mohr contacts him.

Rick Mohr has a problem. Ian’s name just popped up on an FBI watch list. Rick knows it’s guilt by association where Ian is concerned, but what about Blackwood? Rick won’t allow Ian to get dragged into the mix when he’s not involved. For Ian he’ll break whatever confidentiality rule necessary.

It doesn’t take long for Ian and Rick to join forces to clear Ian’s name and get to the bottom of what’s going on in Amethyst Cove, because on or off the case, together is how they work best.
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ACE, DEUCE, TREY

the sequel to Deuce of Diamonds
Book #3 in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series

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Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick’s transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian’s clients is targeted, it doesn’t take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn’t without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.
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CIRCLE OF STEEL

Contemporary gay romance
Book IV in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series



Private investigator Ian Coulter and his FBI partner Rick Mohr work hard and play harder. Making their relationship a priority is a challenge they willingly embrace. Life is better together, and when their cases overlap, it also gets pretty interesting.

An evening stroll turns deadly when a sniper targets Rick. Needing to be with his lover, Ian has to trust Rick’s team with the hunt for the shooter. As Rick heals tensions between the men escalate and some uncomfortable truths are revealed.

Ian gets a break in the case but the sniper proves to be elusive.  With the FBI conducting a manhunt in Amethyst Cove, Ian has to deal with his own man. It’ll take patience and some tough love to heal recent fractures and secure with a circle of steel the future he wants with Rick. 
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KC Kendricks

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

RELEASE DAY!

HEART OF A MOUNTAIN

Cade Creek 12

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[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

John Aldrin Flores came to Cade Creek hoping to build a new life outside of the city. After landing a job at the Cade Creek Diner, Aldrin has a chance to meet many of the townspeople, but the one that interests him the most is the one that doesn't say anything. Determined to bring the gorgeous man out of his shell, Aldrin sets about showing Jonah Cade that there is life off his mountain top.

Jonah Cade's family founded Cade Creek. There is a legacy there he's not sure he can fulfill. After losing every member of his family in a horrific accident the same week he suffers the horrors of war at its worst, Jonah cracks. Moving to the top of his mountain and becoming a recluse is an act of pure self-preservation.

At the behest of his therapist, he goes into town once a week for church, supplies, and to have the Sunday special at the Cade Creek Diner. When his dinner comes with a kind word and a smile, Jonah starts to look outside his self-imposed exile, but will the danger stalking them tear them apart before Aldrin's smile wins Jonah over? And can Jonah learn to trust in people again before he loses Aldrin forever?

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Impregnated Alpha


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Impregnated Alpha

A new male/male yaoi sci-fi mpreg romance by Yaoimila!!

The alphas of planet Hexor aren’t supposed to get pregnant.  Gruff mine-worker Harsen finds himself in a crisis, but it’s one that could open the door to the kind of love he never felt he deserved.  An mpreg sci-fi romance by the author of Hostile Taking!

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Chapter 1

A man crouched in the shadow next to Kemper’s chest closet.  He became aware of him after four months in the arctic cabin.  The man gave no threatening vibrations, so he was likely a beta, like Kemper, or from an alien race that had neither alphas nor betas.  Kemper felt no fear toward him.
He found that if he looked at the shadow the man would vanish.  Kemper could only see him from his side eye, so he made a point not to turn his head toward him. 
“Wonder if the air’s getting harder to breath in here,” Kemper said to his friend.  “Seems that way sometimes.  Stuffy.  Probably should change the filter on the intake.”
The man didn’t answer.   
Kemper snorted and stood, heading to the main vent of the sealed cabin.  Cabin was his Hexor word for the dwelling, but the structure had come from planet Duwasa.  The tiny domed building, seamless and perfectly apportioned for two men, had no word in their language.  He’d never seen anything like it before the Duwasa ‘Protectors of the Suffering’ group had gifted it to him.
It took him only ten steps to cross from one side of the dome to the other.  He popped off the shield to the vent and removed the filter.
“Yep.  Dusty as fuck.  Wonder if I should replace it or just rinse this thing out.  What do you think?”
Again, there was no answer.  Kemper scowled.  His last comment didn’t require a response, but this was a question.  If he was going to lurk in his home he may as well talk to him.
He sighed away his indignation and brought the filter to his sink.
Kemper watched the figure in the shadow with the corner of his eye while running the filter under a strong flow of clean drinkable water (of which he apparently had an endless supply).  Getting mad would have got him no where.  Maybe the guy was scared of him.  Wasn’t he an intruder?  Kemper squared his jaw while ringing out the filter. 
It was time to make a gesture. 
He prepared enough fern-rul egg powder for an extra omelet.  His small table had two chairs.  He set one omelet in front of the empty chair, and then sat across from it to eat his own.  Kemper focused on the food as he spoke.
“That’s for you.  Go on.  I know you’re hungry.”
He ate his meal in customary silence of the dwelling.  When he lifted his head he saw that the second omelet had gone cold.  Past it he saw the shadow beside his chest closet.  It was, as always, completely empty.
A burning ache struck Kemper’s chest.  Then tears grew heavy in the corners of his eyes.  He gave painful short sobs that caused his entire body to quake. 
“Oh, God.”
The upheaval of emotion couldn’t be staunched quickly.  He tried to resume his fantasy of companionship, but arid hopelessness filled him.
What the fuck did I get myself into?
“No,” he said, snuffling loudly.  “You did what you had to.  You had to get away from him.  You couldn’t…”  Emotion began to break in his voice.   “…couldn’t bear that monster’s young.”
More tears came, with sobs potent enough to make his shoulders grow tight. 
At his old depot he’d belonged to the lead alpha, Skrane.  The short but inordinately muscular brute defended his mating rights to him at least twice a day.  He grew disfigured from the fights, and seemed to blame that all on Kemper.  His sharp curses still wrung in the beta’s ears.  He was worthless, homely, pathetic—things Kemper were certain were not true in the beginning, but then became less certain as time went on.  When he tried to leave he was beaten to unconsciousness, then woke with pain that told him he’d been defiled while blacked out.
The Duwasa traders brought non-traders with them during a shipment pickup.  They said they couldn’t stand to see the abuse going on.  Kemper was shocked when their version of a beta, a female, took him aside and told him he didn’t deserve to be mistreated by Skrane.  It was a shock and then he felt like the black skies opened their light to his weary face.
She’s right.  I don’t deserve this.
He’d been beaten down so many years he’d forgotten his own worth.
She said she could hide him away from all alphas in the mountains.  He’d have a warm self-sustaining home that would keep him comfortable for the rest of his life.  They would resupply him as often as needed.  He wouldn’t have to suffer any longer.
“Yes, please!  Take me there.”  He got tearful just at the thought.
“Well, it won’t be right away.”  The small green-haired alien had a strange shape and swollen pectorals.  “We need to find another beta for you to live with.  It’s not easy—most have young, and that complicates things.  You don’t want to go by yourself or it will be too lonely for you.”
“I don’t care about that.  I’ll go alone.  Just get me the fuck out of here.”
The alien pursed her lips, but then nodded.  The sympathy he saw in her face struck him.  He hadn’t seen anything even close to that for so long.  “Of course.  I’ll make it happen.”
Four months had passed and finally he understood.  The agony Skrane had caused dulled in his mind, the nightmares came less frequently, but the current nightmare grew more extreme.  Loneliness was like a black void expanding from his middle.  It threatened to devour him.
He didn’t know how much more he could take.
Kemper went to his door and swung the lever to unlock it.  He wrenched the door open, a blast of icy wind shocking his body.
“Anybody!  Is there anyone!  Please!  Anyone!”
Frost stabbed at his cheeks.  He had to close the door. 
He crumbled in front of it, allowing his body to rock with new sobs.

Chapter 2

The next day he forced down some rehydrated stew with a packet of crackers.  He’d fallen into the numbness that usually followed a breakdown.  Now he no longer avoided looking at the shadow.  There was no one with him, but he was not insane.  If he could hold to his sanity even longer he’d consider that a small triumph.
He got the scent of an alpha and froze, the bite of food staying in his mouth unchewed.  Perhaps he’d established his sanity too hastily.
He swallowed and stood.  Two steps brought him to the vent.  He placed his face against it and inhaled a loud sniff.
If that’s not the scent of an alpha, then I really am going crazy.
He smelled one individual, still far off, perhaps by a mile.  Even at that distance he had the capability of discerning the scent.  It was a remnant of a skill used by their wild ancestors to breed, and was still routinely used by rural alphas. 
Kemper rubbed his hands over his face with a swell of panic.  He’d smelled him, he knew it, but it was impossible.  The nearest depot was over a hundred miles away.  There was nothing but the mountainous ice region surrounding him on all sides.  There couldn’t be an alpha out here.
He had to be hallucinating the smell.
This is a real bad sign, Kemper.
He sat back down to his half eaten meal trying to will himself not to smell the scent.  Knowing it was a hallucination was a sign of sanity, right?  He didn’t celebrate when he smelled it.  He took it for what it was.
As he continued debating himself the essence grew stronger.  He closed his eyes.  He could form a picture of the individual just from the scent.  A smaller alpha.  Weak from fatigue.  Tendrils of distress mired the masculine odor.  Then there was something else.  Kemper couldn’t tell what it was.  The marker hadn’t been on any other alpha he’d encountered before.
He continued sitting for long minutes, shaking his head.  
It’s not real.  It can’t be.
But if it was, the individual would almost be at his door.
Kemper’s legs made him stand without him willing them to.  Then he walked to the door.  His fingers closed around the lever, unlocking it.  He paused.  Sense had caught up to him.  What was he doing?
Kemper continued struggling with his face twisting in indecision.  Then he slid open the door.

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Monday, August 1, 2016

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HEART OF A MOUNTAIN

Cade Creek 12

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AVAILABLE: Thursday, August 11th

[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

John Aldrin Flores came to Cade Creek hoping to build a new life outside of the city. After landing a job at the Cade Creek Diner, Aldrin has a chance to meet many of the townspeople, but the one that interests him the most is the one that doesn't say anything. Determined to bring the gorgeous man out of his shell, Aldrin sets about showing Jonah Cade that there is life off his mountain top.

Jonah Cade's family founded Cade Creek. There is a legacy there he's not sure he can fulfill. After losing every member of his family in a horrific accident the same week he suffers the horrors of war at its worst, Jonah cracks. Moving to the top of his mountain and becoming a recluse is an act of pure self-preservation.

At the behest of his therapist, he goes into town once a week for church, supplies, and to have the Sunday special at the Cade Creek Diner. When his dinner comes with a kind word and a smile, Jonah starts to look outside his self-imposed exile, but will the danger stalking them tear them apart before Aldrin's smile wins Jonah over? And can Jonah learn to trust in people again before he loses Aldrin forever?

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