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Adult Excerpt from Pack of Lies by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #thriller #werewolves #shifter

Hi everyone,

Wow, the last day of Spookapalooza already? That went fast! Since the party is sadly almost over, I’m going to treat you to an adult excerpt from Pack of Lies, my paranormal romance thriller. The novel contains both M/F and M/M sex scenes, and this is from a super hot M/M scene. Enjoy!


pack-of-liesStrong hands cupped Isaac’s buttocks, pulling their pelvises closer together, crushing their cocks between their bodies. Moaning, Isaac responded by gripping the back of the other man’s neck and deepening the kiss, forcing his tongue right into his mouth, exploring, tasting, teasing. Every single moment was sublime, each touch, caress, sweep of a hot, wet tongue… Isaac’s cock ached to be released, to be stimulated, to come. But it wasn’t time, not yet. There was so much they could do first.

They continued kissing for what felt like forever, but definitely in a good way. By the time they pulled apart, gasping, all Nathaniel could do was murmur “curtains” and stumble over to the window to close them. Then he moved over to the bed, tugged off his T-shirt, dropped it to the carpet and climbed onto the bed.

“C’mere,” he said, his voice low, husky. Needy.

Isaac’s response was to do just that, losing his own top along the way. They’d already kicked their shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. They moved together once more. This time their hands wandered over hot, naked skin. He felt rather than saw the coarse, plentiful hair on Nathaniel’s chest, which tapered down at his stomach, narrowing further as it arrowed its way into the waistband of his jeans. Trailing his hands back up the other man’s firm torso, Isaac tweaked Nathaniel’s nipples, grinning as it evoked a groan and a jerk, the tiny buds standing to attention.

“Like that, do ya?” Isaac murmured against Nathaniel’s lips.

“There are lots of things I like, and I’m looking forward to you discovering them all. And me returning the favor, of course.”

Letting out a tiny growl, Isaac quickly reached down and undid Nathaniel’s belt, button and fly, slipping his hand into the gap he’d created and cupping the bulge he found there. It was red-hot, stiff and eager, and Isaac was overwhelmed by the need to take it into his mouth. He wanted to taste Nathaniel’s cock, right now.

Pulling away from the kiss, he voiced his demand.

“Don’t let me stop you. But just hang on one second, okay?”

Shoving his hair back off his face, Isaac watched as Nathaniel tugged off his socks, then grasped the waistbands of his jeans and boxer shorts. Deciding that saving time was a damn good idea, Isaac did the same.

When they rolled back toward each other, they were both naked. Now Isaac deliberately didn’t move in for another kiss, as much as he wanted to. Because what he also wanted was to enjoy the magnificent sight in front of him. Nathaniel was perfection personified, his body lithe and toned, all long legs and tight muscles. A tattoo adorned his right hip, Isaac noticed, and what he saw there gave him pause.

“A—a wolf?” he asked, unable to stop the quaver in his voice.

“Yeah,” Nathaniel said nonchalantly, glancing down at the ink. “Don’t ask me what it means. I was young and stupid, thought it would be cool. It’s not significant in any way, I’m afraid. But at least it’s nice.”

Relaxing, Isaac grinned. It might have been meaningless but it was still hot. “Yeah, it is. Mind if I get a closer look?”

Flopping onto his back, Nathaniel folded his arms behind his head. “Be my guest.”

Crawling down the bed, Isaac settled between Nathaniel’s thighs, having another long, lingering look at the beautiful man in front of him. Then he reached out a tentative hand and grasped Nathaniel’s cock, which was long and thick but in perfect proportion with the rest of him and surrounded by closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then he noticed something which made him stop dead.

“Fuuuck!” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “You’re pierced.”

Nathaniel’s grin was wide, wicked. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”

“Christ, no. I’ve never seen one in real life before. It’s fucking hot.” With his free hand he reached for his own cock, giving it a couple of pumps just to relieve a little pressure. Then, having gazed at the silver bar that decorated the tip of Nathaniel’s dick for long enough, he lowered his head to see how it tasted.

Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over the metal, surprised that it was warm. Not as warm as Nathaniel’s skin, but not cold as he’d expected. A thrill ran through him as he realized that not only was he about to suck the cock of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, but that he was experiencing something totally new—a rarity in someone his age. The slight taste of the metal was quickly overshadowed by the slick of precum that hit his taste buds, then the musk of Nathaniel’s skin. The combination made his mouth water and he immediately sank farther down the other man’s shaft, closing his lips around it, ready to create some suction.

A glance up the bed told him that although Nathaniel had appeared very laid back, almost cocky, when Isaac had said he was going for “a closer look”, now his hands were no longer behind his head—they were gripping the duvet. His expression was priceless—Isaac hadn’t even really gotten going yet and Nathaniel’s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed over. Huh. Maybe it had been a while for him too.

He felt the other man’s entire body tense up as he swallowed as much of his cock as possible, then began sucking in earnest, making sure he allowed plenty of saliva to lubricate proceedings. The wetter the better, in his opinion.

Placing his hands on the insides of Nathaniel’s thighs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go, then trailed one hand down to play with the other man’s balls. They were shaven completely smooth, and he gently rolled and tugged at the sac, figuring out what really got Nathaniel going. Everything, it seemed. Every touch elicited another moan from those sinful lips, another blasphemy. He was so hot, so responsive, that Isaac felt just as horny from doing the pleasuring as he would have from being pleasured.

Bobbing his head up and down faster on Nathaniel’s cock, he took advantage of the saliva that had dribbled down into the other man’s crack and slicked it across his perineum, smiling around his shaft as it jerked deeper into his mouth. Then he ventured farther back, seeking the crinkled skin that was Nathaniel’s arsehole. Once he got there, he circled it with his finger, over and over, both stimulating and lubricating the area. Creeping his finger forward again, he gathered more wetness and repeated his action, only this time, when he felt the other man was ready, he pushed the very tip of his finger inside the tight hole.

A strangled yelp came from Nathaniel and Isaac smiled again, continuing to suck his cock as he slowly penetrated his arse. It didn’t take long to relax, and soon Isaac was knuckle-deep and wishing desperately that he could replace his finger with his cock and pound that tight hole until he came like an express train. Instead he concentrated on pleasuring Nathaniel, pressing his finger against his prostate gland and pulling harder on his shaft.

Apparently he was doing a damn good job, as Nathaniel’s grunting moans morphed into an almost continuous sound. His body jerked and bowed, and after letting out a string of swear words he stiffened and fell silent for a second—then jet after jet of warm spunk coated Isaac’s tongue. He drank it down greedily, continuing to pump Nathaniel’s prostate as he swallowed his cum, drawing out his orgasm, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his beautiful body. Finally Nathaniel sagged onto the mattress, panting.

Easing his finger from his lover’s bottom, Isaac licked up every last drop of man-juice before crawling up the bed and pulling Nathaniel into his arms, cradling his head and planting a heartfelt kiss on his lips.

Nathaniel cracked his eyes open and gave a lazy smile. “That was…amazing. Just amazing.” He paused. “You don’t have to stop, you know. I know you need to come too. Get rubbered and lubed up and fuck my arse if you like. I know I’d like.” He winked.


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Double The Delight

Roberts Vixen Boxed Set KTwo great authors have combined to give you two very different Erotic Romance stories.

Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.

Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.

She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.

It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.

He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.

What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?

Will she ever make it back home to England?


Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.  He is also in charge, her Dom.

Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.

He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?


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Halloween Time Memories



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Hi, I am Charity Parkerson. I am an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Indie Publishing House LLC, and Punk & Sissy Publications. If you’d like to know about any of that, you can find it here: and I have a blog but I thought we’d have some fun today.

October is my favorite month. I thought it might be fun to share a memory from our childhood (or adulthood) about Halloween. There are no rules. It can be funny or sweet, it doesn’t matter. As an extra incentive, I’ll be giving away a $5.00 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter along the way. Don’t forget to add your email address to your comment, so I’ll know where to send the prize.
I will kick things off…

When I was a kid we lived way out in the woods. There were a total of 4 houses within walking distance. We knew everyone who lived in those houses, and 3 of them were relatives. Each year, my sister and I would dress up in our—usually homemade— costumes, get our pillowcases, and walk to all 4 houses. Our first stop would always be my Aunt Effie’s house. Now, Aunt Effie was easily 100 years old, and seeing us in our costumes was always the highlight of her year.  Each year, she made a special batch of cornbread for us. We would knock on her door, and yell Trick-or-Trick. She would scoop out the cornbread and dump it in our bags, NO ZIPLOC OR ANYTHING! This is why we went there first. We would smile and say our thanks, before running down the road, shaking our bags out in the ditch before moving on to the candy. :-)

As awful as it sounds, it made her happy to give us that cornbread, and it made up happy to see her excited, so it worked out for everyone. Now, it’s your turn. What is your favorite Halloween memory?

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Mastering Justice

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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.

He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.

She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.

She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.

Does she want to be freed?



Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.

Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.

Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.

“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.

Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief. 

Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.

He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.

He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted.Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me. 

Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.

He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.

He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.

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Greek Affair/Guardian Cop – Over 18+

Warning: These books contain graphic sexual description, BDSM, M/M and explicit language. Strictly for 18+

GREEK AFFAIR Prequel to Guardian Cop

Greek Affair 2 KindleAdrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Criminal. He arranges gun and drug deals with Russia and Niger. He is the product of a rape and to provide for her son, his mother is forced to become a whore. He grew up in a brothel where he learns about sex at the tender age of thirteen. He hates women.

Mario Anastopolous is a successful Banking Executive. He has just come out of a relationship where he hadn’t been satisfied.

When Addie ventures into a Gay Men’s Club in Athens, he meets Mario. Both had been on the lookout for a lover. Their attraction is instant.

Addie is domineering, in charge. Mario is meek, submissive.

When Mario accepts the invitation to go home with Addie, he doesn’t realize just how good his life is about to become. Following a night of spanking, sex, pain and pleasure, Addie makes Mario an offer that is too good to refuse. Mario gives up everything to be with this man who can provide him with the sexual variety he craves.

For the first time in his life, Addie has genuine feelings for someone else.


Addie ordered a whiskey and dry, the barman slid it in front of him. He swiveled his bar stool to scan the room of the busy gay men’s club. The club was reputed to be the best of its type and was situated in the center of Athens, a short walk from Addie’s luxury townhouse. It was the first time he had come here, preferring until now to date women. At 22 years old he had made the decision to ‘come out’. He hadn’t been able to find satisfaction with a woman since having a man two years ago. He had finally admitted to himself he was gay and now he was on the prowl for a lover.

Several men gyrated to the beat of Turn The Beat Around by Gloria Estefan which blared from oversized speakers throughout the large area. He watched as couples pushed their hips against each other, cocks brushing together. At the same time they exchanged long kisses, arms waved in the air. Addie found it erotic. His mouth watered.

“Scotch and Coke, Mike.” A deep voice rumbled beside him and Addie swung the stool towards the owner of the sensual voice. Mike slid the scotch and coke over and the man sipped at the liquid before extending his hand towards Addie. “Mario. I haven’t seen you here before.”

Addie perused the man standing in front of him. He was not tall, probably a good six inches shorter than his own six feet two inches. He had an unruly mop of black hair and a dark five o’clock shadow. His body was not that of an athlete but reasonably toned, maybe a fraction overweight. The thing that struck him the most were his eyes. Small but piercing, jet black like pure onyx. He was drawn to them as if they were magnets. “Addie,” he extended his hand and they shook. Firm grasp for a gay man. “My first time.”

Mario climbed onto the stool next to him. “Alone?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes, just out of a relationship. You just coming out?”

“Yes. Tried women. Didn’t work.”

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Guardian Cop KindleAdrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Greek Drug Lord, his cartel is running Cocaine all over Europe and he is about to flood Sydney with the deadly drug.

He considers Bethany Holt his property and she has been trapped in his world of illicit drugs and dominant sex for over six months. She rues the day she consented to move in to his palatial home.

Addie’s best friend, and long-time lover from Greece, arrives at the house and when Bethany overhears them plotting a murder, her life changes dramatically.

When she is found beaten, bloody and close to death in a back alley of Kings Cross, Detective Tanner McMahon and his partner, Kylie Wilson are called in on her case.

Will Tanner be able to protect her from the powerful drug lord?

Will she submit to Tanner’s dominant sex play?


“This was called in as a fatality, this girl is still breathing.” The Paramedic unwound a face mask and attached the cord to oxygen before placing it over Bethany’s face. He then pressed a stethoscope to her chest and listened. “Her breathing is shallow but her heartbeat is steady. I think it looks worse than it is.”

The two trained medics carried on with their procedure. While one opened a vein, inserted a drip tube and began saline flowing, the other rolled her carefully on to her back and began checking her injuries.

Bethany thought her head would explode when the man pressed on her broken cheekbone. She let out a scream and everyone jumped back.

When the shock had subsided, the ambo, called John took her hand. “Sweetheart, my name is John. I’m from the ambulance service. We are taking care of you before we take you to hospital. Can you tell me your name?”

“B..Beth,” she whispered.

“Beth?” John asked.

She swallowed hard, the tinny taste of blood flooded her throat, almost gagging her. “Bethany.”

“Bethany, can you open your eyes?” The others watched on, Tanner took notes, while John spoke with the victim.

Her eyes flickered open and locked on Tanner’s face. They were deep brown, like chocolate, and, despite the bruising and swelling, he could see they were huge, fawnlike. He could also see the terror that lay within. What is she afraid of? His cock twitched as he smiled down at her.

John and his partner finished checking the girl before John stood and drew Tanner aside.

“She has a broken cheekbone, broken ribs on both sides, we will know more when she is x-rayed, a broken wrist and numerous contusions all over her body. I would say she has seen several fists to the face and then been kicked repeatedly. She said no one can know she is alive or she will be killed. Not sure what she means but if that is all, we will get her down to St Vincents.”

Tanner pondered the strange statement. He would instruct the others to claim she was dead until they found out what was going on. Kings Cross was well known for seedy characters, this could be tied up with some cartel or mob and she certainly could be at risk. “Thanks John. Take her down. Kylie and I will get Harry’s statement and meet you there.”

Bethany cried out with pain as the two Paramedics lifted her onto the gurney and prepared her for transport to hospital.

“I know it hurts, sweetheart but we can’t give you any more painkillers until they assess you. You may need surgery so we have to be careful.” John rubbed his hand over hers in reassurance.

Mercifully, Bethany passed out and was unaware of her transfer to hospital.

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BLURB:  All they have in common is sex and secrets.

Branded a traitor, Sir Giles Moncrieff was disowned by his family and his country. He now makes his fortune out of an exclusive club, where debauched men can live out their sexual fantasies.

Escaping from her brutal owner, Angel Smith finds solace in her skills as a circus acrobat.

Can two tortured souls find happiness together, or will their dark secrets tear them apart?

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“Debauched bastard,” Giles hissed, moving her away.

Another patron had his finger poking out of a beautiful Asian girl’s crotch strap. Would they actually have sex here in public?

“Every man has his own private room, where he can take the woman of his choice, if he wants to.” Giles waved a hand toward the various doors.

“There is a dining room if they choose to avail themselves of it, as much Champagne or brandy as they want. They pay for the best and that is what they get.” He sounded so cold and clinical she shivered.

There were three tall, powerfully built men roaming around, they looked like pugilists. One of them was a Negro, all of seven feet tall. They were obviously here to deal with any violence that might occur. No sane person would want to defy these brutes.

“Have you seen enough?” Giles asked.

“Yes.” She could not wait to get away from these depraved creatures.

He slipped his arm through hers and she clutched his sleeve. Bile rose up in her throat when she spied a middle-age man, unmasked, sitting in a large pram dressed like a baby, sucking on a black woman’s tit. Obviously he did not care whether anyone recognized him or not.

Giles followed her gaze. “He’s a bloody Duke, for God’s sake.”

Her fingers probably gouged a hole in Giles’ arm she clutched him so tightly. Never had she imagined, let alone seen such perversion in her whole life. She felt sick, her legs trembled and if Giles had not been supporting her she would have crumpled to the floor.

“Do you still want to entertain them?” There was a grim note to his voice, and she realized he had brought her down here on purpose to witness shocking scenes that no decent person should ever have to see. No. No, a hundred times no, she wanted to scream at him.

No way could she work in this den of iniquity when Giles banished her from his bed, let alone let Grenadier anywhere near these debauched animals. She had to perform her circus routine if she wanted to stay. She had nothing else to barter.!coming-soon/c5vv


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Excerpt 6 from The Bear Goddess, Greek myths, Shapeshifters, R


Forbidden love…Broken vows…Betrayal…

Callisto, the daughter of the great Arcadian King Lycaon and the nymph Maia, has studied all her life to attain the high position of Bear Goddess among the nymphs of Artemis, taking a sacred vow of purity. But when she meets a mysterious man, her life changes forever.

Kasin is a prince among the fierce centaurs and one of few who can take human shape. A follower of Zeus, he is mystified to save a nymph’s life and even worse, to fall in love with an enemy of the centaurs. He is torn between his duty to his people and his love for Callisto.

When the nymphs capture Kasin for their next sacrifice, his capture threatens to expose his secret connection with Callisto and her betrayal to Artemis. Soul bound to him, she cannot allow him to be sacrificed and helps him escape. Obsessed with having Callisto for himself, the god Pan is determined to kill the centaur. On the run from the nymphs, danger and betrayal follow Kasin and Callisto. To survive, they must evade Pan’s vengeance as well as others who also want to keep them apart. Will their love for each other be enough to save them?


Despite looking frightened at first, she had given her consent and now she willingly arched her hips to meet Kasin’s thrusts and drive him deeper. Her tightness engulfed him in a warm, soft, heaven-like place. She was like a precious stone only just discovered and polished to a beautiful sheen, untouched by any other man. Her clean, floral scent spoke of her purity and drove his desire.

He stopped himself from ravishing her. He didn’t want to hurt or frighten her, but she surprised him by writhing and capturing him deeper inside of her. Her nails raked against his back in fierce abandon and he let out a satisfying groan. Smiling, he enjoyed the pleasant shiver her boldness produced. She was not as delicate as a flower. In the throes of coupling, she possessed the fierceness of a centauride along with the tenderness he craved in a mate.

Letting go of his hesitation, he took her with passion and force, surrendering to the throes of lovemaking. He delighted in taking her innocence, producing in him a sense of power, and strangely, he had a twinge of affection for her because she trusted him with something so precious to her.

Her body shuddered in the final throes of rutting, her quivers gently milking him, releasing his pent-up lust. Twin tremors racked their bodies. His groans and her strangled cries mingled as one unbridled, passionate sound.

He held her close even after the final shudder had subsided. Gods, he had never experienced such lovemaking. And he had never bedded a virgin. The sense that she belonged to him tightened around him and wouldn’t let go.

Her flushed look of passion turned into a troubled look. “What have I done?” She eased out from under him. “I do not know what kind of enchantment came over me.”

“Do you regret our coupling because I worship Zeus?” He tried to keep the anger out of his voice.

“No.” She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest. “I have taken a vow to serve only Artemis.”

“You seemed to enjoy what I was doing to you.” He savored her scent lingering on his skin, an intoxicating scent that tightened around his loins like an alluring ribbon of mist. He wanted more of her, but he hesitated to reveal his true feelings for her until he knew of her feelings.

“It does not matter. It cannot happen again.”

He shook his head. “How can you deny yourself pleasure?”

“Because the penalty for breaking my vow is death.” Tears glistened in her eyes.

He sat up. Part of him felt some guilt for being party to her disgrace.

“I am no longer worthy of my goddess.” She lowered her head.

He cupped her chin in his hand, compelled to take the risk and reveal a small part of his feelings. “You are worthy to me.” Gazing at her, he conveyed the warmth in his heart with his eyes.


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Taming Gemma – Over 18+

Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+

Liam Butler is a 26 year old Investment Banker.
Taming Gemma

When his mining magnate parents perish in a helicopter crash, as their only son, he is left a very wealthy man.

He is a Dom on the lookout for a new Sub. This time he wants someone young who he can train.

Gemma Carmichael is a 20 year old Office Worker, the only daughter of a Diplomat. She is a Virgin.

Liam and Gemma meet at a society wedding and sparks begin flying.

Liam resolves to give the gorgeous, but bad tempered girl, a wide berth, until their paths cross again two weeks later.

Will she become the Sub he is searching for?



Gemma stood with her back to the sun. She had chosen to wear a pale blue chiffon, halter neck dress and the sun felt wonderfully warm on her bared back.

“Gemma, are you listening?” Giles Fisher asked?

Gemma had her back to the small group she was with. She was kicking herself for asking Giles to accompany her to her friend, Lynette’s wedding. She hadn’t wanted to attend such an important social occasion unaccompanied but he really was a terrible boor. She had told him time and again she was not interested in anything other than friendship but he persisted in asking her to date.

“I’m sorry, I was…” She stopped mid-sentence as Giles slipped up behind her. His hands slid around her chest and began fondling her breasts. She spun on her heels, propelling her arm forward, clenched fist connected hard with his nose. Giles stepped back sputtering as blood poured down the front of his pale grey Armani suit.

“How dare you!” she screamed. Gemma stomped towards the reception house. Her intention was to apologise to Lynette, and her new husband, before returning home.

“You will pay for that, you tease.” Giles shouted at her back.

She turned her head to unleash her retort. “Stay away from me and keep your filthy hands to yourself.”

In her anger, she failed to watch where she was going and ran headlong into a solid wall. It almost knocked her backwards onto her butt. Large hands locked on her arms in an attempt to steady her.

Gemma’s head had connected with a man’s very broad chest, she felt his well-toned muscles bunch under his suit. A very sensuous cologne wafted over her. She tilted her head back and gazed into the blackest eyes she had ever seen, they were like pools of pure onyx. His hands remained on her arms and he smiled down at her. This man was too handsome and sexy for his own good. A strange thrill raced down her spine.

Gemma pushed back to release herself. “Let me go,” she demanded. Liam immediately released his hold. “Men!” she ranted as she stormed away.

Liam gave Pete and Jack a confused look. “What did I do?”

“Guess you got in the way of an argument between her and her boyfriend.” Jack laughed.

“That’s Gemma Carmichael. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. Giles Fisher has been sniffing around for a while but she told him she wasn’t interested.” Pete elaborated.

Liam watched the petite woman as she stomped her way to the reception house. Her pale blue, gossamer dress floated over her sexy curves and, with the sunlight behind her, not much was left to his imagination. She wore a thong and her ass cheeks rippled with each step she took. Cute backside, wouldn’t mind having that across my knees.

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“I hear you play a mean pool game,” Sean started. He couldn’t help but agree that she was cute, her round 1920’s features hugged by blond curls that bounced just above her jaw line when she turned to face him. Her smile accentuated her sparkling eyes.

“I heard the same about you. I think the guys brag too much. I love the game and practice a lot. Where do you play? I’ve never seen you before,” Gina said in a soft, velvet tone. She seemed guarded while she looked him over.

“I frequent another bar across town. Coworkers from the brokerage company I work for often go there.”

She wrinkled up her nose. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

“Why? You don’t like the business?” Sean asked, taking a seat next to her.

“It’s just that the stock market is so, well, unpredictable. I just don’t understand what’s so fun about doing work based on guesses.”

Sean thought of many other questions, but decided to not start waves this early. “Hmm. What do you do when you’re not playing pool?”

“I teach kindergarten at one of the private schools in the area. Otherwise, I keep to myself.” Gina glanced past him. “I think they’re becoming impatient. Ready to play?” She stood and stepped toward the pool tables on the other side of the room.

Sean followed. “You bet. Rack ‘em up.”

“Best out of three?”

“Sure. Lady’s first.”

“Uh, Sean, that may be a mistake,” Pete warned.

Sean panned the room to find shaking heads all around. “It’s cool guys. I’d like to see what she’s got.”

“Your funeral.” Pete backed away from the table.

Sean ignored his pal and nodded for Gina to take her first shot. After she pocketed four balls, Sean suddenly realized the prowess with which she played. Each shot possessed her full attention. Her stance never wavered once her study of the current layout was complete. The cue slid through her fingers as if coated with butter.

She’s good. Too good.

Gina prepared for her second to last shot when Sean locked her gaze. He studied her intently until she broke their connection. Her jaw muscles were tight with tension, and her furrowed eyebrows betrayed intense concentration. She was angry, pissed off even. He checked the table to discover that her next shot would be difficult, but doable if the cue clicked the seven ball at just the right angle.

I have to distract her.

Sean moved, causing Gina to glance up at him once more. He grabbed the opportunity to smile. She grimaced before looking away and shaking her head. Gina readied for the next shot, but then faltered. For all her shots, he’d not seen her do that.

It worked.

She straightened and continued studying the table. Shifting to her right, she turned around and pressed her buttocks against the table.

Wow! No wonder the guys lose every game.

Sean forced his eyes to look away from her alluring figure and repositioned himself so he stood facing her side. Gina placed her cue across her lower back and faltered again. Finally, she took the shot. The cue nipped the seven ball, only nudging it a few inches.

Yeah! Beautiful!

Sean determined not to mess up the only shot she’d probably let him have during the game. However, as he surveyed the table, he realized, to his dismay, that his shot would be more difficult to make than hers. He’d have to hit the cue into one of hers to get to his. He had no intention of pocketing a ball for Gina.

He leaned over the table and exhaled before banking the cue ball into two of his, pocketing one.

I’m still in the game.

Sweat dripped off his chin as he made one shot after another. Then the unexpected happened.

She winked at him.

She’d used the same tactic he used on her and it worked. His heart pumped a bit faster, just enough to distract him for a split second. He stared at the ball teetering near the pocket and sighed. He knew she would pocket his ball in order to make her next shot, but that wouldn’t help him. She wasn’t going to mess up twice.

Gina won the first game bringing on a loud cheer from the others Sean learned she had consistently beaten over the past few months. Sean strolled over to her and gave her hand a congratulatory shake.

“Great game,” he said. That won’t happen again.

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I’ll Take One

Marshall FrontWhen Claire Sullivan’s parents are killed in a stagecoach hold up she is left as the only heir to their successful horse ranch.

The ranch is in Texas and Claire has been informed she is in danger of losing it if she doesn’t marry, as a woman the law won’t recognise her ownership.

Claire hates the thought of marriage and family thanks to her philandering father; but to keep the ranch that she loves she knows she has no other choice but to marry.

She refuses to marry anyone from her ranch, or in town, so her neighbour suggests she write to a mail order bride agency. Claire writes to an agency in Forbes and explains her situation.

She tells in her letter that the marriage will be one of convenience with none of the privileges normally shared between a husband and wife. The man will have a share of the profits but, if he decides to end the marriage and leave, he will have no claim on the ranch and Claire will be free to start again.

When her neighbour, Henry, suffers horse rustling and killings, the finger is pointed at Claire and her men. Henry knows it’s not them and decides he needs outside help to solve the crime. He visits his friend in Forbes who’s the head of the Rangers. Henry explains the situation to his friend and his friend helps out by talking to two of his Rangers who have just resigned to move on with their lives.

Peter Reynolds has just quit the Rangers to set himself up on a ranch. When his boss explains Claire’s situation he jumps at the chance to partly own an already established and successful horse ranch even it does involve marriage. Marriage is the last thing Peter wants after the betrayal he suffered but one of convenience in exchange for a ranch seems like a good offer.

When Claire’s horse is poisoned and she gets shot in broad daylight; Peter and his best friend, who is using Henry’s ranch as his cover so he can help Peter investigate, know they have to find the man responsible before someone gets killed.

Peter stays by Claire’s side while she recovers and he finds himself losing his heart to his brave little wife. Claire also finds a love she never believed in before she met Peter.

Their love is put in jeopardy when the shooter takes advantage of the men searching the mountains for him and he breaks into Claire’s room. He is determined to kill her!

Will Claire survive to be with the man who has finally broken down her barriers and captured her heart?


Henry Carlson climbed up the steps leading into the Ranger’s Office in Forbes. He had high hopes his long-time friend – William Campbell, head of the Rangers in Forbes, will be able to help him.

            He approached the front counter and attracted the attention of a young clerk.

            “May I help you sir?” the young girl, whose spectacles rested on the end of her nose, asked.

            “I’d like to see William Campbell please.” Henry replied.

            “I’ll see if he’s available.” the clerk began to walk from the front room.

            “Tell him it’s Henry Carlson.” He called out as she approached the door leading out to the back.

            The clerk returned in less than a minute with William a step or two behind her. “Henry, what the devil brings you here?” William shook hands with his friend.

            “Got some bad trouble Bill, can we talk in your office?” Henry requested as he looked around at other people milling about.

            “Yeah, course we can. Sally, bring us some coffee please?” William indicated for Henry to follow him.

            The bespectacled clerk hurried away to fetch coffee.

            William led Henry behind the counter, through the doorway he’d seen the clerk disappear through and down a corridor to his office.

            They had known each other all their lives and had been close friends for most of it. They got together now and again for a meal and a chat to catch up on the latest happenings. He had never visited William at his office so he knew his friend would be concerned as to why he was here now.

            While he had been a rancher for the past 40 years William had been a Ranger for just as long.

            William had been married to Gwen for almost 35 years and, despite not having being blessed with children, they were still very much in love and happy. They were Godparents to both Howard and Mary and treated them as if they were their own.

            As Henry and William sat down in their chairs, Sally arrived with the coffee and a plate full of oatmeal cookies. She placed the tray onto the centre of the desk, poured coffee into two mugs and left the office quietly closing the door behind her.

            William placed one of the mugs in front of Henry and the other in front of himself before sitting back in his chair.

            “What’s going on Henry? You haven’t ever needed to come here to the office before so I know it’s serious.”

            Henry wrapped both hands around his mug and, as the warmth of the hot liquid penetrated his skin, he began. “Just on a week ago the men found the fence cut through and six horses were missing. Claire, from the property next to ours, offered her men and we searched both properties for two days but found nothing. Two days ago we found another section of fence between our two properties had been cut and another six horses were missing. The boys found them on Claire’s property; they were dead, their throats had been slit”

            Henry paused to take a mouthful of coffee and felt the hot liquid burn as it slid down his throat.  “Anyone who knows me and my men or Claire and her men knows that we would never harm a horse. I reckon it’s a stranger but I don’t know who or why and neither does she. Someone is trying hard to make me think it’s her or one of her men but they slipped up bad when they killed the horses.”

            Henry slurped at his coffee. “I know for sure it isn’t anyone from the Flying J, Bill. Someone is trying to set me and Claire against each other. I’m real afraid someone is gonna get hurt if it keeps up and I couldn’t bear for anything to happen to Claire. You know I love her like my own daughter.”

            William rubbed his hand over the fresh stubble on his chin and cheek. “Has anyone been angry about anything you or Claire might have done recently? Seems to me, from what you’re saying, someone is trying to cause real trouble between you two. You can’t think of any reason at all?”

            “We can’t think of anything excepting Howard’s real angry that Claire wouldn’t walk out with him when he asked but he would never hurt our horses.  Claire has hardly left the ranch since John and Vivienne were killed. She comes to see Mary but on the couple of occasions she’s been to town she hasn’t got anyone off side. Everyone’s been real good to her and you know she has got the softest heart of anyone we know. I have a suggestion if you are willing to listen.”

            Henry drank more of his coffee as he waited for William’s response.

            “Go ahead. I’m willing to listen and I’ll do what I can to help.”

            “Well as you know when her Ma and Pa were killed it left Claire alone. Her Ma and Pa were only children so there aren’t any aunts or uncles. She needs to marry real soon if she wants to keep the ranch. I don’t wanna see her lose it. June and I have been giving her some advice.” Henry paused to finish his coffee.

            “Trouble is, she doesn’t ever wanna marry nor have a family so she’s hoping for a kind of ‘marriage of convenience’ where some man will marry her and work alongside her as a pardner. She needs a man who doesn’t want a real marriage or family or any of the privileges of marriage. She’s willing for him to use the cathouse in town whenever the need arises but if he decides to leave he’ll have no claim to her ranch and she’ll be free to find someone else and try again.”

            William was confused. “I don’t understand what this has to do with me.”

            “I’m coming to that. I was hoping real hard that you might have a man here who was close to retiring and who would like the idea of ranching. He could investigate the horse thefts undercover. I know it’s a big ask Bill but we’re pretty desperate on both fronts. Claire isn’t fussed too much about age since it won’t be real anyway.”

            Henry watched in silence as William finished his coffee; he could see he was thinking. He suddenly put down his mug and stood up. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

            Henry stayed seated as William walked out; he reached over and helped himself to a cookie.


            Henry was pouring himself another coffee when William walked back in with two Rangers. He figured them to be in their late 20’s.

            They were both tall men. Claire’s head would sit under their chins when she got close. One had jet black hair that rested on the collar of his shirt and he had dark brown eyes. The other had brown hair and golden brown eyes.

            They had well-muscled chests, trim waists and slim hips. Henry noticed the twin colts slung low on both men. They were both extremely good looking. He dared to hope that one of them would be returning back to Claire’s ranch with him.

            Henry stood up as William moved to one side and the two men stepped closer.

            “Henry, this young fella is Peter Reynolds.” Henry held out his hand and the black haired Ranger shook it with a firm grip. “Pete, this is my very old friend, Henry,” he continued as they shook.

            “Very pleased to meet you, sir.” Peter said politely before stepping back and letting the brown haired Ranger come closer.

            “This is Cameron Holt.” Cameron shook Henry’s outstretched hand with an equally firm grip.

            “Pleased to meet you sir.” he also said politely.

            William asked for them to be seated so they could all talk. The two younger men dragged chairs up close to the desk before sitting. Once they were all settled William placed his hands on the desk and began.

            “I’ll ask you all to sit and listen while I give you some background. I’ll explain what’s wanted and then you can ask questions; okay?”

            The three men nodded their agreement.

            “Henry, Pete here was a Marshall in Madigan County when I met him just on ten years ago. He was only 21 at the time and had a reputation for being both loyal and trustworthy. I finally managed to convince him to join us and he’s one of my finest men.” Peter smiled at the compliment from the boss he admired.

            “Pete’s been saving hard for a ranch of his own and two weeks ago he gave me his three months’ notice. I hate the idea of losing him but if he is willing to help us this will be his last assignment.” William sat back and relaxed.

            “Cameron has been a Ranger with me for ten years, he’s 29, and he’s moving on too. These two plan on ranching nearby each other as they’ve been best friends for years. While Pete doesn’t ever wanna marry or have a family; Cameron wants to settle down, find a wife and start a family. He wouldn’t do it while he was in such a dangerous job. Cameron is a real fine Ranger too.”

            Henry was becoming more hopeful.

            William glanced at the two Rangers he admired, they were watching him closely. “Henry has got trouble with horse rustlers and killers. He will be your last assignment.”

            “What can we do?” Peter asked anxiously.

            William explained about what had been happening at Henry and Claire’s ranches over the past week or so. Peter and Cameron could understand why Henry had come to them. This was a job that would be difficult for just a lone sheriff.

            “Tell us what you want done” Cameron jumped in when he thought the older men were finished.

            “This is where it gets a little tricky and real unusual so I’ll let Henry explain and remember men, you have every right to refuse and no-one will think any less of you.” William advised.

            The young Rangers stared at each other in confusion. Neither man could understand why William would think they’d refuse an assignment to catch horse thieves and killers.

            Henry began to explain his plan. “My neighbour, who I share a boundary with, Claire, has to marry to keep her ranch.” Henry watched as the two Rangers paled and his heart began to thump hard in his chest.

            “She’s sent a letter to the agency here in Forbes to try and find a husband but she’s had no replies and she’s fast running out of time.” Henry sighed heavily.

            “We’ve exhausted all other options and getting married is the only thing that will help her keep her ranch safe. Claire is real independent and she doesn’t want to marry or have a family. She needs a man who doesn’t want to marry or have children to pardner up with her so she can legally keep her ranch.”

            Peter sat up in his chair and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Henry thought he was becoming more interested. “She has no objection to sharing the house. She’s prepared to offer an equal share of the profits, provided he does his share of the work, and he can visit the cathouse in town if he needs to. He’ll have to sign some legal papers which I’ve helped her have drawn up that say he’ll lay no claim to the ranch if he decides to leave.”

            “Count me out. I wanna wife and family.” Cameron stated as he relaxed in his chair.

            Peter watched as all eyes turned to him. “What kind of ranch does she run?”

            “It’s all horses. She has a contract with the Army to provide horses every six months. She’s the best horse breaker you’d ever lay eyes on and her wranglers are the best in the business. It’s a real good, profitable ranch and it doesn’t have a mortgage.” Henry assured him.

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