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Explicit Legally Bound Extract – Jesse – 18+

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Jesse loosened his tie without picking up his head. But the more pressing question is, you bottom? Since when?

Daniels cheeks flushed, and he looked away. Just for him. It was kind of…” He didnt know how to explain it.

My mind is blown.Jesse turned his head and stared at him. Kind of?

Shut up, curious fucker.Daniel refused to make eye contact, keeping his eyes on the rows of bottles along the back wall. Why do I share details of my sex life with you?

Because Im your best friend.

I need new friends.He sipped his beer, not looking forward to the rest of the week. As if today hadnt been awkward enough. Rafael had struck a chord with himhit on an irrational part of him that took away all common sense. He was going to have to find a way to put his attraction, and that spark, out of his mind so he could focus on the case and seem less like a blundering idiot. 

Now, tell me. I love Priscilla, but you see more action in a weekend than I get all month. Indulge your best friend.Jesse gave him puppy dog eyes.

I will never understand why a happily married man wants to know about my gay exploits.Daniel took another drink of his beer, trying to ignore the pleading face.

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Explicit Legally Bound Extract – George – 18+

LB George Extract

Have a seat,George commanded. It was not a request.

Daniel did as he was told, even before he could process why. He was in his own home. No one should tell him to sitright? Can I ask what this is about?

George took a seat on the chair opposite him and placed his folded hands on his knees as he leaned forward. I want to discuss your client.

Knowing Georges type, he exhaled slowly. No doubt he was not denied often. I cant speak about my clients case, Im sorry.He sat back, waiting for the tongue lashing.

But you can fuck your clients?An amused smile took Georges lips.

Daniels mouth dropped open. He told you?

No, but you just did.His smile spread, taking over his whole face.

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Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 3 – 18+

LB-D3This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

He looked away from the stare, gazing around the room, seeing Rafael’s crisp modern style. Even the books on the shelves were perfectly lined.

Daniel found he couldn’t lie. “You ordered me to.” He lifted one shoulder. “And you said yourself you’re not the usual.”

A smile curled over Rafael’s lips. “Put your wine on the coffee table.”

He did as he was told.

“Good boy.”

Daniel’s chest swelled with the praise; there was something so fulfilling about the compliments from him. 

Rafael’s hand snapped out, gripping him by the neck, and dragging him closer. It didn’t hurt him, but it was possessive. Daniel’s cock stood at full attention in an instant, the thin material of his designer slacks leaving nothing to the imagination.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“God, yes…” he started, but Rafael cut him off with his mouth.

The kiss was claiming and all consuming. Daniel gave in to him as Rafael’s tongue pushed at his lips, which willingly parted for it. Rafael bit down on his lip causing it to swell and bleed, but Daniel only moaned into his mouth, which seemed to egg Rafael on. He flipped open the buttons on his shirt, and warm hands met his skin. Rafael’s fingers pushed up and over his abs and found his nipples. He could only react, groans building deep in his throat while his body heated up like it never had before.

Rafael broke the kiss, sitting back. Daniel’s lips chased, begging for more.

“Tell me what you’re okay with,” the man demanded.

“Er…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “What do you mean?”

“Limits wise. I don’t need a full overview, but tell me what turns you on and I’ll stick to that.”

“The basics? Tie me up…”

Rafael’s lips twisted into a grin. “You really are a virgin to all of this aren’t you?”

“I’ve played with wax, spanking, and some bondage, so I’m pretty new.”

“Light pain?”

Daniel nodded, trying not to be too eager. “No marks where they can be seen in my suit.”

“Easy enough.” He leaned forward to nip at his ear. “Upstairs. To my bedroom.”

Daniel got to his feet before his brain processed the command.

He climbed the stairs, asking himself again what he was doing. He walked to the end of the hall, pushing open the door which he knew would lead to the master bedroom. All the townhouses in Wrigleyville were laid out much the same. He assumed Rafael was on his heels, but he didn’t look back for confirmation. His room was simple, with defined lines, and a large metal four poster taking the focus on the room. Daniel’s gut flipped; he felt like the bottom in the situation which was unusual for him. Rafael walked in soon after and took a seat in a chair next to the window on the far side of the room, beckoning him forward to stand before him.

“Undress. I want to watch you.”

Daniel’s cheeks flushed a little pink. He was glad they stood in a dim room, the only illumination from the streetlights filtering through the windows. He pulled his tie the rest of the way out of the double windsor, and Rafael held out his hand for it. He handed it over, nervous about what it was going to be used for later.

Rafael looked up at him through his lashes as his fingers worked, pushing the rest of the buttons through holes. Daniel had never undressed while someone sat and watched. It was arousing and again made him feel like he didn’t have to be in control. He liked it. It made him very self-conscious. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and folded it in half, placing it on the small table next to the chair. He looked up to find Rafael still hungrily staring at him.

“This is weird,” Daniel tried to break the tension in the room while he undid his belt.

“No, it’s very erotic to watch you. You have such a beautiful body.” Rafael flipped open the clasp of his own jeans. 

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Daniel did the same. A soft groan came out of Rafael, spurring him on, and he stepped out of his slacks and placed them with his shirt. He took a step closer, but Rafael shook his head.

“Boxers, too.”

He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shimmied them lower, exposing the close-cropped dark patch of hair above his groin and shot Rafael a flirty look.

“I see you have a bit of defiance in you, boy. Asking for a punishment?”

“I was doing what you ordered, Sir, giving you a show.” He inched them down till the base of his erection showed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Rafael reached out, pinching Daniel’s shorts to pull him forward by them. “Off. Now.” He didn’t raise his voice, but there was a command to it that did something to Daniel.

He dropped them and stepped out of the shorts, leaving them on the floor. He dropped his eyes, knowing Rafael was surveying him, and letting him.

“Shh. Your body is magnificent.” Rafael’s fingers traveled over his hip.

“I’d like to see what you’re hiding under those jeans.” He was used to taking the dominant role, so he leaned forward to brush his fingers over Rafael’s bulge.

“You like what you feel, boy?” Rafael’s nails dug into his hip.

“God, yes.” Daniel hissed, trying to slide the zipper on the male’s pants down.

Rafael caught him by the wrist. “Go lay back on the bed.”

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Get the Fever for Sexy Romantic Suspense

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

See all the Honeybun Heat books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybun

 

Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

 

From Hell Hath no Honeybun

What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life!

Garrick Honeybun was only at the Halloween fundraiser as a favor to his cousins and his Uncle Brick. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the singer, who stirred his senses like nothing he’d ever experienced, and had a voice like molten honey. In fact, he fully intended to tell her how much he enjoyed her singing.

Unfortunately, somebody got to her before he could. And when the guy who shoved her around behind stage showed up dead in the cloakroom, Garrick’s beautiful songbird took a runner. Now Garrick had to find her, and when he did, he fully intended to find out why she killed the guy—and figure out how he could help her get away with it.

~~*~~

Ena Vargis ignored the chorus of horrified gasps that followed her as she raced for the door. She plunged through the revolving glass door and sprinted past Gus the doorman.

“Miss! Are you all right?” Gus called out.

Ignoring him, she ran as fast as she could on the tall shoes she favored for singing engagements. Her ankle gave as one of the slim heels caught in a sidewalk crack and she stumbled against the wall, pain radiating up her leg. Ena gave a soft cry as the rough brick ripped the skin on her elbow.

The sidewalks were full and several people asked if she needed help but Ena didn’t dare let them see her face or her bloody hands.

She pushed away from the wall and started running again, limping only slightly as adrenaline coursed through her. Heading down a side street that was filled with shadows and had fewer people on the sidewalks, she finally stopped to catch her breath. She kept an eye on the cross-street, though she was pretty sure the man from the cloakroom hadn’t followed.

Leaning against a sooty brick wall, Ena reached down to pull off her shoes, groaning with relief as her achy feet found the cool concrete. Her teeth clacked together and tears slid in a steady stream down her cheeks. Ena sniffled and scraped the back of her hand across her wet nose.

Her hand was shaking. Badly. And her fingers were sticky with blood. She sobbed and slid down the wall, ignoring the tug and pull of the rough brick over her once-pretty costume.

Jaime was dead. What was she going to do? Her hands shook so badly she clasped them together and lowered her head, resting it on her knees as she cried. What the hell was she going to do?

Hola Hermosa.”

Ena’s head jerked up and she expelled a surprised breath. Several dark forms stood in the street, all facing her way. One of the men staring at her held a long knife in one hand. As she pushed to her feet he started moving closer.

~SC~

Garrick asked everyone he passed if they’d seen a tall, black woman in a fairy costume and followed the trail of affirmative responses down the street. Three blocks down from the hotel the sidewalk traffic had thinned to the point where his luck ran out. He stopped at the end of the sidewalk and looked to his left and his right. The cross street was dimly lit, the towering carcasses of its street lights bending uselessly over the pockmarked streets.

In the low light, he could just make out the darker swirl of graffiti on the scarred brick walls. The area felt vastly different from the privileged spaces he’d left behind and he wondered if a single, unarmed woman would venture into it.

His gut told him she wouldn’t, but, as he was turning away to return to the Goldenrod hotel, his gaze caught on a pale strand of something stuck to the brick. When he yanked it free he recognized the glittery fiber as probably having come from somebody’s Halloween costume. Of course the strand could have come from anywhere, but Garrick’s gut told him it was hers.

Though it wasn’t really his gut he was listening to as he started down the darkened street.

As he left the traffic behind, Garrick became aware of the way his footsteps bounced off the walls and came back to him, sounding louder than they should. Overhead a jet roared by as it took off from Indianapolis Airport, only a few miles away as the crow flies. A gust of frosty air spun down the street, momentarily expanding the ridiculous devil costume like air through a bellows.

Garrick briefly considered removing the silly outfit. He wore black wool slacks and a black turtleneck underneath it and figured he’d have a much lower profile dressed in real clothes than he did in the bright red devil costume. Even at Halloween.

But he didn’t want to take the time.

A soft scuff sounded nearby and Garrick stopped, his senses on full alert. “Is someone there?”

Silence met his terse question. Garrick peered into the darkness and saw the slightest movement against the unlit walls. He reached for the switchblade he’d started carrying when he’d inherited his money and had become a target overnight. His hand hit the flat, pocketless front of the costume. Silly him, he’d assumed he wouldn’t need the blade at a fund-raising ball in Indy’s finest Hotel. Garrick muttered a curse and then called out again. “Come out and let me see you.”

A breathy, accented voice responded. “We don’t take orders from you, skinny white man.”

Garrick’s fists bunched. At least they didn’t seem to know him. If they recognized his face from all the news programs proclaiming him Indy’s richest bachelor, he’d have had bigger problems. “I just want to talk.”

The shadows split and a slim, darkly clad form sauntered toward him. He didn’t miss the distinctive shape of a knife the young Hispanic man was gripping. Garrick figured the kid was no more than nineteen years old but he looked street-savvy. Lifting his hands he tried to look harmless. “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just looking for a woman.”

The dark-haired young man laughed and glanced toward the shadows, where several husky chuckles joined his. “Ain’t we all, hombre.”

“She’s tall, beautiful. Dressed like a fairy.”

The youth went very still, his black eyes flashing with suspicion. “What you want with this bitch?”

“I only want to make sure she’s okay.”

Another form detached itself from the shadows as the kid with the knife asked, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

Garrick’s heart rate surged as two more shapes peeled away from the wall and started toward him. He decided honesty was the best course. Maybe the kids circling him would understand that he was just trying to help. The youth with the knife lifted it, pointing the deadly looking blade toward Garrick.

Or maybe not.

“Someone was killed and she ran away from the scene. There was blood on her hands. I just want to make sure she wasn’t hurt.”

The kid didn’t speak for a long moment. Though most of his narrow face was cast in shadow, Garrick felt the boy’s cold stare like ice-water sliding down his spine. Finally he shook his head and the circle of hostile street kids started to tighten. Garrick’s gaze swiveled, trying to keep them all in sight. It had been a while since he’d done any street fighting. Against four of them—at least one armed—Garrick didn’t like his chances. But it appeared he didn’t have any choice.

He looked at the kid with the knife and opened his fists, wiggling his fingers in invitation. “All right then. You wanna dance, let’s dance. Maybe when my boot is on your throat you’ll tell me where the woman is.”

The kid laughed. “Cocky son of a bitch, ain’t ya?”

Garrick turned as the first kid lunged and swung his leg around, catching the kid in the gut and sending him to the ground gasping. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that I have thirteen cousins. I’m pretty good at this.”

The kid with the knife flew toward him.

Garrick leaned sideways and grabbed the kid’s arm, shoving him toward the kid charging from the other side. The two collided and the second kid cried out as the first one’s knife sliced his arm.

Garrick planted his foot in the first kid’s ass and sent him sprawling before he could regain his balance and turned to meet the fourth guy, who’d produced a knife from somewhere.

“Stop!”

The tenor of the voice ringing out through the darkness brought Garrick’s head up and he nearly missed the kid’s attack. He felt the sting of a blade across his forearm as he swung his arms up, knocking the hand with the knife into the air. He finished with a fist in the street thug’s exposed gut and stepped back as the younger man collapsed, trying to pull air into his lungs.

“I said stop, dammit!”

The thugs clambered to their feet and fixed Garrick with an assortment of glares but didn’t approach him again. Garrick turned as a tall, elegant form stepped out of the nearby alley.

She emerged from the shadows like a spirit, her clingy dress a pale column in the dark. Garrick felt his heart skip a beat as she stopped in front of him, several cautious feet away. One glittery wing drooped, broken toward the ground and her beautiful topaz gaze was locked on him, filled with apprehension.

Garrick was stunned.

It was her. His beautiful fairy.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Quench Your Fever for Sexy Romantic Suspense

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

See all the Honeybun Heat books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybun

 

Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

 

From Stealth Honeybun

Peyton just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!

Peyton Honeybun just wants to get a six-pack of cold beer and watch football. But, he doesn’t quite make it to that La-Z-Boy with his six-pack. When four gunmen enter a small country grocery store and take the employees hostage, Peyton and the store’s beautiful owner just barely avoid being discovered and taken hostage with the others.

Willa Sloan doesn’t know what’s happening when she emerges from the back room and gets a big, warm, Honeybun hand slapped over her mouth as she’s dragged backward into hiding. But when she learns her store has been infiltrated and her people taken hostage, the last thing she intends is to hide in a dark corner whimpering.

Together, they discover two things through that long and terrifying night. First, a country grocery store is a great place to run a stealth operation if you’re enterprising enough. And second, love can happen at the strangest times!

~~*~~

Peyton ran toward the front of the store, silent and quick. He skidded to a stop as a deep, cigarette-roughened voice demanded that everyone hit the floor and shut the hell up.

Taking care to stay out of sight, Peyton peered around the end cap and swore silently as he counted three men holding guns. The two women he’d been chatting with earlier were on their stomachs on the cold tile floor, sobbing hysterically.

The sound of swearing and scuffling coming from the opposite side of the store preceded the arrival of another man, dragging an older woman with bouffed, light-gray hair and fire in her eyes.

As Peyton watched in horror, the gunman shoved the elderly woman forward and she barely caught herself with a hand on the countertop or she’d have gone crashing to her knees, surely breaking something.

He clenched his fists and growled low in his throat. Nobody treated a woman like that around him and walked away from it unscathed. Particularly an elderly woman.

Peyton cast his gaze around the store, trying to come up with a plan of attack. The soft whoosh of a door opening in the back of the store brought horror climbing into his throat.

Willa!

He ran as quickly and silently as he could toward the back. As he reached her she looked up and smiled, opening her mouth to speak. He clamped a hand over her mouth and kept running, dragging her backward toward the door to the backroom.

She gave a little squeak and her hand opened, dropping the box of brown bottles she’d been bringing to him.

Peyton caught the little box and whispered in her ear. “Don’t speak. Move fast. There are four men with guns at the front of the store.”

To her credit she didn’t argue. Her pretty brown eyes widened in quick understanding and she nodded. Peyton removed his hand and they hurried back into the store room.

As the door whooshed closed behind them, Peyton heard a shout from the front of the store.

“They heard us. Quick, where can we hide?”

She shook her head. “My people…”

“I’m going after them. I just need to find a safe place to put you first. Do you have a back door?”

She was shaking her head before he finished the sentence. “I’m not running away like a scared bunny rabbit while Cathy, Paula, and Irene are out there staring into a gun.”

Damn! She would have to put names to the terrified faces he’d seen. Peyton grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward the shadows at the back of the storeroom. There had to be a door into the back parking lot somewhere. “Argue later, cooperate now. Or they’ll grab us too and nobody’s gonna get out of here.”

He shoved and dragged her behind a set of metal shelves which ran from floor to ceiling along two thirds of the long, narrow space. The shelving was filled with boxes and bottles and assorted supplies. As the door from the store swung open, Peyton shoved her into the skinny space between the shelf and the wall and grabbed a mop from a dry bucket nearby.

Nothing like bringing a mop handle to a gun fight.

Glancing at Willa, he placed his finger over his lips and slid silently away. He kept to the deep shadows, carefully stepping around a seemingly endless supply of stuff littering the concrete floor.

The man stood just inside the door, his rifle held loosely in his left hand. He was searching the wall around the door for a light switch.

Peyton crouched and carefully balanced the stick across his knees so he could unscrew the string mop from the handle. The mop gave off a slight squeak as he started unscrewing it and he stopped, holding his breath as the guy at the door jerked his head in Peyton’s direction.

“Who’s there!”

Peyton didn’t move. He quickly assessed his chances of reaching the man before he was discovered. In his current position, crouched behind a rolling cart filled with cleaning supplies, toilet paper, and paper towels, it would be nearly impossible. There was nothing but open space between him and the man at the door.

Despite that, Peyton wasn’t willing to miss the opportunity to take one of the gunmen out. So he took a deep breath and flexed his muscles in preparation for a mad dash toward the door.

He rocked forward onto his toes to give himself the best chance at a quick start, and started to move out from behind the cart. But when he looked up the guy was gone. He looked around, perplexed.

Something smacked against the doors from the outside and a skinny body with dark, curly hair fell through with a squeal of fear. Peyton looked into the startled face of a teenage boy. His features were partially illuminated by the florescent lighting in the main store and Peyton saw the surprised widening of his light-colored eyes.

“Get up asshole, or I’ll drag your skinny ass up to the front myself!” The end of the rifle suddenly appeared above the kid’s chest, pointed toward his head.

Peyton placed a finger over his lips and gave the kid a nod. Thank god, scared as he was, the kid let himself get dragged out of the dark storeroom without giving him away.

It was all he could do to watch the boy get taken away. But Peyton knew his only chance was the element of surprise. Armed only with a large stick, he had no chance against the guys with the guns unless he picked the time and place of his attack very carefully.

And at the back of his mind he was constantly aware of one, nerve-fizzing reality.

If he wasn’t successful, all of the people in that store could die.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 2 – 18+

LB-D2This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

He was smooth, fluid with his words, and Daniel liked his confidence.

He knew he couldn’t have heard him right, so he took another sip and pushed himself closer, Rafael’s cologne filling his senses. “It’s really loud in here. I can barely hear you.”

He couldn’t believe he was thinking of going home with this guy to bottom. Did someone drug him because clearly he was out of his mind. He had only let his ex fuck him because he threw a tantrum, and he hadn’t enjoy it.

Rafael’s eyes danced playfully, and his lips turned up into a grin that spelled mischief as he leaned closer to his ear. “You can barely hear me, or you’re pretending I didn’t say what I did?”

Daniel’s knees went weak as Rafael’s words brushed over his skin. “A little bit of both,” he admitted, dropping his voice.

“What do you do for a living, Daniel?” Rafael scooted a stool next to him and sat, resting his forearm against Daniel’s on the bar, leaving almost no space between them.

“I’m a lawyer, a city public defender.” He didn’t mind the contact. In fact, he wanted it but couldn’t believe he was considering another one night stand. He had sworn them off a long time ago.

“I thought so.” Rafael drummed his fingers on the table but didn’t move away. “I could smell it on you.”

“Not a fan of lawyers?” He balanced his feet on the rung of the stool, looking from Rafael’s fingers back to his face. “What do you do?”

“I manage a club not too far from here.” Rafael crossed ankle over knee, turning to face him more. “No, I’m very fond of powerful men by day who like to give that up at night.”

He tilted his head and considered Rafael’s statement. The wheels in his head spun, but he didn’t quite know how to get him to clarify. Maybe he had been more serious about the kink than Daniel thought. Instead, he went for the obvious. “Would I know it?” Daniel did like new places to hang out. The gay bars had too many familiar faces these days.

“You said you didn’t.” Rafael blatantly moved his foot to a rung on Daniel’s stool, placing his knee between Daniel’s. “And I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’m not opposed; I’ll try anything once.” His words came out less smooth than he was going for.

“Is that so?” Rafael went even further, placing his hand on Daniel’s leg. “I wouldn’t mind showing you some.”

“I’m not good at giving up control.” He laughed and searched the man’s face, trying not to focus on Rafael’s hand moving up his thigh. He bit his lip, stifling another groan.

“Maybe that’s because you’ve never been shown how.” His eyes never left Daniel’s as he pushed further— further than he’d expected.

Images of being tied up with Rafael hovering over him filled his mind. Staring into the man’s gaze, he questioned himself, but he didn’t have to; he wanted this.

Daniel sipped at the drink he was nursing before answering. “Maybe, but what’s the draw to it?”

“For men like yourself, it’s a way to de-stress and let go of all the control you wield during the day.” Rafael squeezed his thigh, then released his leg. 

He had to admit, when explained that way, the idea sounded intriguing. He hadn’t had an interesting fuck in a year, and he knew the basics because he’d read gay fiction. “Maybe I’ll have to check out your club. What’s the name of it, again?”

“I was thinking of giving you a personal lesson.” Rafael’s lips formed into a coy smile that made Daniel want to take him up on the offer.

“I swore off one nightstands…” He smoothed his hands over his pants, not making eye contact, and regretted the words as soon as they left his lips.

Rafael leaned forward until his lips touched Daniel’s ear, and his hot breath fanned over his cheek. “If I ordered you to come home with me, would you?” He smelled of coffee and leather.

Daniel swallowed hard.

A shiver ran down his spine, and his body reacted for him. “Yes, Sir.” He repeated the Sir, since the man had said he liked it earlier, and it seemed like the thing to call him. He certainly wasn’t going to go with daddy. He smiled, sitting back to see the heat it put in the other man’s eyes.

“Good boy. Follow.” Rafael set his drink on the bar and turned to cut a path through the crowd. People fell all over themselves to get out of his way, and Daniel followed on his heel.

Daniel pulled his coat tight around his body when they stepped into the wind. Chicago was well known for its bite when the leaves started turning. Rafael’s hand slid across Daniel’s hip to the small of his back, leading him. The gesture was strangely comforting even through his thick wool coat.

Daniel had a million questions but none of which he could put into words. Rafael pulled open a gate in front of a brick row house. It was nicer than where Daniel lived even though he was only a few miles away. The north side of the city was expensive, and being this close to the Cubs stadium drove the prices way up.

“Beautiful place.” He got an architectural hard on as he climbed the stairs. It was light stone-colored brick; that was the style of the area. It had a large porch at the front, and it was very well-maintained on a street where the trees met in the middle of the road, providing a good amount of shade.

Rafael slid his key into the lock and pushed open the door, holding it open. Daniel stepped inside and drank in the dark modern furniture that created beautiful angles against the warm interior.

“Care for something to drink?” Rafael helped him slide out of his coat and hung it in the closet.

“Please.” He loosened his tie and flipped open the top button of his shirt. 

He returned a moment later with two stem-less wine glasses. Daniel already had a good buzz going from drinking on an empty stomach. His gut flipped as he took a seat, and the other man took the seat next to him. Rafael took a gulp from his glass before abandoning it on the table.

Daniel kept his drink close to his chest like a safety barrier between them. Images of his last failure of a hook up flashed through his mind; the man drunkenly passed out while Daniel’s lips were around his cock. He gulped some of his wine trying to forget the humiliation.

“Nervous?” Rafael adjusted his seat, bumping their knees.

“No. I’ve had bad luck with one nightstands…” He watched the other man handle himself. “I couldn’t take anymore blows to my ego by drunken frat boys,” he admitted after Rafael gave him a questioning look.

“You mentioned. Why did you come home with me?” Rafael’s eyes seemed to bore through him. 

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

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Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

 

From Honeybun Sheik

He thought he should protect her from his world. But she ended up protecting him!

Callia Honeybun wants nothing more than a chance to rest up and heal from a bad breakup. Trained in weaponry and the martial arts, Callia is nobody’s victim. However, when she crashes her snowmobile during a blizzard and wakes up in the chalet of a gorgeous man with a middle eastern accent, she has no idea how dangerous her day is about to become.

Abdel Ezzat is being hunted.  He’s determined to avoid entanglements. But he can’t just ignore the beautiful black woman he finds lying unconscious in the snow. He quickly discovers his new houseguest is strangely unwilling to let him “protect” her. And as much as he tries to ignore her skills and treat her like a lady, he soon realizes he just might need her to stay alive!

 ~~*~~

Callia Honeybun pulled off her fuzzy boots and lifted her feet to a nearby, leather ottoman. The circular fireplace crackled briskly, throwing off bone-warming heat and a pleasant fireworks display of blue and orange sparks.

Callia took a sip from a large, black ceramic mug and sighed, closing her eyes in ecstasy. The hot chocolate and mint liquor mix was just the thing to warm her insides, as the fire worked its magic toasting up her frozen exterior.

Her muscles were pleasantly tired and sore from a day spent carving her signature on the side of Bard mountain. She looked forward to a very hot bath in her beautiful, mountainside chalet, and then sliding under the downy comforter to read before dosing off.

It had been a perfect day. And she planned a perfect night. Bath, book, a sinful snack, and then dreamless sleep.

And no men to mar the horizon.

Callia sipped again and told herself she was happy about that.

Her “self” didn’t completely believe it.

She’d come to the mountain to escape the unhealthy attentions of an ex-boyfriend, who’d been stalking her in a scary way since she’d broken up with him months earlier.

She’d just needed a break from the stress.

As a result of the experience, she’d sworn off men. It had seemed like a reasonable idea while she was being stalked in Indianapolis. But in the sexy, possibility-filled atmosphere of a fire-warmed ski resort, the idea lost some of its merit. In fact, the more Callia sipped the warming concoction in her hands, the more she craved a sexy man to take care of the heat gathering in other parts of her body.

A few minutes later, she shook her head and abandoned the mug on a rustic wood end-table. She dragged on her boots and stood. Pulling on her down ski jacket, Callia started toward the door on the mountain side of the building, where her snowmobile awaited her.

A short, fifteen minute ride up the mountain would take her home. And, with a major storm heading into northern Michigan, she’d probably be holed up there for a while.

That was okay with Callia. She had no desire to leave the chalet anyway.

She had no place to go. Nothing she had to do. And nobody she needed to see.

Perfect.

Yeah. Perfect.

She braced herself before pushing open the door and then gasped as the bitter wind slashed at her through the cracked door. Callie pulled her wool cap down over her ears and yanked the jacket’s fleece-lined hood up to cover it, tying it tightly to keep around her face.

The matching gloves were fur lined too, and felt like heaven when the cold bit at her icy fingers. Despite the well-insulated clothing, Callia shivered as she headed toward the snowmobile. The temperature had dropped twenty degrees since she’d come down the mountain on her last run.

The snow started falling as she turned the key and popped the kill switch, yanking on the pull starter to engage the powerful engine. As she headed toward the path through the trees that was reserved for chalet residents and their sleds, the snow was already starting to thicken.

It hit her face in driving waves, like tiny knives of ice against her skin. Halfway up the mountainside, Callia reached inside her jacket, intending to yank the neck of her turtleneck sweater up over her face. When she looked back up, something large and dark was standing just a few yards in front of her on the path.

Callia jerked the handlebars in an attempt to avoid what looked like a bear standing in the middle of the path. Her headlights flashed over thick, brown fur and a wet snout under beady black eyes before she hit a ridge of crusty snow and went airborne, heading toward a huge evergreen several yards away.

The initial impact jerked Callia forward and sent her flying. Her head slammed into something hard and cold, and she was unconscious before her body crumpled to the ground.

~SC~

Abdel Ezzat brushed a hand over his visor to clear it of snow. He could have sworn he saw a woman fly by between the evergreens. He stopped his snowmobile and turned it off. The high pitched whine of another engine filled the silence he’d expected.

He climbed off his sled and removed his helmet, settling it on the seat. As he made his way toward the sound of the idling sled, he noticed that the light snow he’d started his ride in had turned to near blizzard conditions.

If he didn’t get back to his chalet soon, there was a good chance he’d be stuck out there. He’d probably freeze to death.

He briefly considered turning back, taking his sled home. It was probably just some fool, like him, who’d thought that a ride in the snow would allow him to hide from the reality of his life for a while. But something about the sound of that engine bothered him. So, against his better judgment, he stepped through the thick copse of evergreen trees.

She was lying face down in the snow. Not moving. Her head and face were covered by a fur trimmed hood, but it was easy to see that it was a woman. Her soft curves were evident in a slim fitting white snow suit and her feet were warmly encased in fur boots.

Pulling off one of his gloves, Abdel reached down and found the side of her neck beneath the ski jacket. Despite the bitter temperatures, her skin was warm and oh so soft under his fingertips.

Her pulse was strong. He reached down and pulled off a soft boot and scratched the bottom of her foot. The leg twitched.

No paralysis. He thought it was safe to move her. Looking toward the sky, he realized she would die if he didn’t. So he decided to take the chance.

He stood up and walked over to her sled, shutting it off. Silence settled over the night like a chilly blanket. The thick, heavy snowflakes drifted quietly around them, nearly obscuring the woman within only moments of her accident.

Abdel walked back and turned her over . Short, curly, reddish-black hair framed a creamy, brown face with high cheekbones and a thick fringe of lashes that formed feathery arcs against her skin. A jolt of sensual awareness hit him as her lush, red lips and flawless skin were illuminated in the dappled light from his sled on the other side of the tree line.

His damsel in distress was delicious.

Abdel swore. Just what he needed.

He scooped her up and stood. His chalet wasn’t far. And he had people there who could help her.

Abdel figured she’d be fine.

The question was, with a beautiful woman in the house, would he?

 

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Daniel sat at one of the local clubs in Boystown with a couple of his gay friends. The room glowed with neon lights and pulsed with loud music. Tonight he was content to sit and observe, the week’s caseload still weighing heavy on his shoulders. He rubbed his temples, nursing a beer while trying to convince himself that he was going to have to stop going out Sundays; he wasn’t in college anymore. Tomorrow morning, he would be dragging in court. His friend Ty kept attempting to engage him, but Daniel was too tired to hold a conversation over the noise. He stood, intending to beg forgiveness for an early departure from his buddies, but as he turned, he bumped into someone solid. Stumbling to the side a few steps, he spun around to apologize, almost tripping over the man again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Daniel fumbled with some napkins at the bar when he saw he had spilled the man’s drink all down his shirt. He started to pat the guy down, cursing himself, adding this to all the other reasons why he shouldn’t be out this late on a work night. The man grabbed his wrist, and moved it aside, yet didn’t let go. Daniel couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling down the tight black tank top that stuck to the man’s abs because of the liquid, and they didn’t stop there. His eyes kept their path all the way to the bulge in the man’s leather pants.

“See something you like, boy?” He spoke with a faint Latin accent.

Daniel wet his lips at the sound of the accent. It made him more attractive. Daniel’s eyes flicked up to meet the man’s green gaze, an unusual hue for his latin coloring “No… Yes… I’m sorry, where are my manners? Can I buy you a new drink and pay for your dry cleaning?”

“I’d much rather buy you a drink. The way you said sir had a certain ring to it.” As he stared, so did Daniel. The man had a chiseled nose, a suave five o’clock shadow on his stern jaw, and jade green eyes to complete the package. Daniel didn’t move when he took a step closer. He was tall. with muscles that he looked like he’d earned, not the kind his best friend put on with hours at the gym.

“Rafael.” He held him there with an air of authority about him, which was much different than the type of bottom Daniel normally picked up.

“Daniel, and I would love a drink.” He could feel the eyes of his buddies at the table boring into his back, as well as sizing up the man. All thoughts of ditching out early gone, he followed Rafael to the bar and watched as the man ordered them both drinks.

Daniel found it weird, but he claimed a stool and took a seat. When the drinks came, the other man paid but remained standing, handing over a gin and tonic.

“Thank you.” Daniel brought the beverage to his lips. The comment he had made about the ‘Sir’ thing stuck with him. Wasn’t that some sort of kink thing? 

“No, thank you,” he raised his brows as he said ‘you’ and smirked a little, “for being clumsy. This is the best turn my night could have taken.” He was so straight forward. There was none of the usual dancing around attraction that was the norm for first meetings. Rafael mirrored him and took a long pull from his glass as his eyes roamed over Daniel, making him shift in his seat.

Daniel leaned forward, adjusting himself unabashedly. “I insist you let me pay for the dry cleaning.” Maybe he would get a number out of this, and he could convince himself that his drowsiness in court tomorrow had been well-earned.

“Come here often?”

He shook his head. “Once a week or so when my friends drag me out. I prefer the low key places. What about you?”

The man set aside his glass before he answered. “On occasion; I mostly keep to Amenti.”

He knit his brow. “Never heard of it.”

“Most haven’t, but that tells me a lot about you.”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek and narrowed his eyes, calling the man’s bluff. “What does it tell you about me?”

“One, that you haven’t been exposed to kink.” He wore a bemused smile like he knew something he wasn’t telling Daniel.

“Haven’t we all played a little with spankings and tying partners up with ties?” Daniel also set his half empty drink aside.

“No, and I’m shocked to hear you have. Enjoy it?”

His lips curled up at the corners. “I wear a tie for my day job, but there’s nothing hotter than playing with the silk after a long day.”

Raf lifted one brow. “A business man, hmm?” The words rolled off his tongue in his exotic accent, and Daniel knew he would go home with him right then.

“Yes, Sir.” He tested the word to see if it gained the same result.

Rafael chuckled softly. “That shouldn’t sound so good coming from you. What’s in your head?”

“I was thinking of tying you up with my tie.” He couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of his mouth. Maybe he had more to drink than he remembered.

“I think you’d prefer if it were the other way around.” Rafael met his eyes; Daniel knew it was true.

“I don’t bottom for most people.”

“Well I’m not most people.”

Daniel barely stopped the groan that threatened to leave his lips. “I can see that.”

He saw Rafael check his watch then pick up his drink and down it, a clear sign that he was looking to bail. Shit.

He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a card. “Give me a call sometime. I owe you at least for the dry cleaning.”

Rafael leaned forward and pushed the card back towards his chest. “Why don’t you come home with me, and I’ll let you clean it yourself.”

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

See all the Honeybun Heat books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybun

 

Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

From Shadow of a Honeybun

She’s a party girl. He’s serious as a bullet. It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!

 Dolfe Honeybun is a bad boy. Skimming the dark edges of society in his job as a private detective, he’s seen way too much of the dark side of human behavior and become cynical. So when he catches the pretty black woman with mischievous, golden brown eyes sitting in the middle of his crime scene, he’s just not happy to see her, despite a delicious tightening low in his gut when he gets too close.

Blaise Runa likes to push the envelope. But her party girl ways are destined to come back to bite her. Blaise doesn’t take anything seriously. Unfortunately for her, serious, in a truly yummy form, is about to settle around her like a dark fog. And he’s already not amused by her antics.

 ~~*~~

Dolfe Honeybun grimaced as the cold coffee hit his tongue and dumped the dregs of it outside. The warehouse building was still and dark, its broken windows like black scars on the side of the massive building.

A well-known meth lab, the building had been under near constant surveillance for weeks. But the cops had been unable to catch the principles and were beginning to suspect that somebody on the force was tipping them off. So they’d hired Dolfe, a successful private detective, to track them down.

He’d staked out the warehouse for several nights and had seen mostly vandals and hookers moving around the shadowed streets.

Not a single meth cook.

An active man by nature, Dolfe hated the waiting part of his job the most. Each night had been getting successively harder for him until, at that moment, his nerves jangled with the need to take action. His foot tapped against the floorboard of the car. His knee bounced. He’d been sitting for far too many hours in that car. Six cups of strong, black coffee weren’t helping. His butt screamed for relief and his right leg jerked uncontrollably, the muscles unaccustomed to such long inaction. Dolfe rolled his shoulders and groaned as pain spiked between his shoulder blades.

He decided he couldn’t sit there a moment longer. Putting his hand on the door handle, he opened the door and climbed out, closing it quickly to shut off the light.

He’d parked in a dark alley between two buildings, deep in the shadows created by the towering, brick and concrete structures. Dressed in black from head to toe, including a black stocking cap to hide his bright, blond hair, he was all but invisible standing there. He took a blessed moment to stretch his long body, groaning softly as things creaked and cracked and moved back into alignment.

At barely thirty years of age, Dolfe suddenly felt old.

He checked the nine millimeter Glock he had tucked into his jeans at the small of his back and took off running toward the darkened building across the street.

Standing back and watching hadn’t netted him a damn thing. It was time to take a closer look.

His butt was telling him it was way past time.

The shadows swallowed him whole as he skimmed silently along the soot-stained brick walls. His nose twitched from the faint, almost sweet smell of smoke, which he quickly identified as marijuana. Probably from the college boys he’d watched Mustang full of cruise by a few minutes earlier in a souped-up, yellow Ford Mustang. They had no doubt been looking for one of the hookers who frequented the spot.

He shook his head. A car full of testosterone rather than brains. And they were drugging themselves up as a bonus.

Stupidity, thy name is young-adult male.

By contrast, Dolfe had been old since the day he’d navigated his way out of his mother’s womb. With his personality, he figured he’d probably looked for shortcuts on the way out…hoping to cut a few minutes off his time down the birth canal.

He’d never had a problem with his work ethic. It was more a matter of hating to be told he had to do anything. That was why he’d pursued a career as a private dick.

Well, that, and the fact that he got to kick ass once in a while.

Headlights skimmed the brick in front of him and Dolfe ducked around the corner. He pulled his gun and waited as the car purred to a near silent stop in front of the warehouse.

When nothing further happened for a couple of minutes, he risked a glance around the corner.

A long, black limousine sat idling quietly in the street, the windows privacy-darkened to hide the car’s pampered occupants. It was a full two minutes before one of the doors opened and a woman’s high-pitched giggle cut a swath into the silent night.

The first thing to emerge was a leg. A really long, slender, truly delectable leg. On the end of the leg was a naked foot, the toenails neatly painted a bright red.

Next an arm emerged, the hand holding two strappy shoes with deadly-looking heels on them.

The hand waved in the air for a long moment as the foot tried to get enough real estate underneath it to support the emergence of the body.

The giggle split the silence again and the body shot outward, apparently having received a little help from whoever was still inside the car.

She teetered on the cracked sidewalk for a few seconds, spilling some of the golden liquid from the tall, thin glass she clutched in one hand.

The complete woman was even more impressive than the leg had been.

She was tall, narrow hipped, and round breasted, with smooth, ebony skin and wide, pillow-like lips. She wore her hair in a huge afro, which framed the perfect oval of her face nicely, its oversized exuberance the perfect backdrop for her delicate features and small, pointed chin.

The dress she was almost wearing was red, to match her lipstick and the vibrant polish tipping her fingers and toes. It barely covered the entire curve of her fine, round backside.

She was a dark goddess, perfection in the female form. A gorgeous, ebony skinned Amazon. And she was obviously drunk as a skunk. She stood on wobbly legs on the sidewalk and sipped from the champagne flute in her hand.

The car rocked slightly and a man emerged. Dolfe forced his attention away from the woman and looked at her companion. His eyes widened. The man wasn’t quite what Dolfe had been expecting.

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Blaise Runa turned bleary eyes toward the tidy man emerging from the limousine. She squinted. When had he gotten so short? He grinned as he found the sidewalk next to her and took her elbow, rolling off his heels like one of those bop-bag toys.

Blaise giggled at the thought.

Her partner’s dark eyes narrowed under a suspicion that she was laughing at him. “Wha’s wrong, Blaise?” He glared up at her, the slight slurring of his speech the only indication that he’d had at least two bottles of Champagne since she’d met him.

She reached out and patted the top of  his sleek, dark head, which only reached to about her armpits. Grimacing, she pulled her hand away. Something sticky coated her palm. “You got syrup on your head?”

The narrowed eyes joined a frown on the surface of his coldly handsome face. His grip on her arm tightened. “C’mon. I got business to take care of in here. Then we can party s’more.”

For the first time, Blaise glanced up at the building looming over them. The dark, tattered structure felt cold and forbidding. It made her shiver with dread. Shaking her head, Blaise tried to pull her arm from his grip and back away. “I’ll stay here while you do your business. I don’t wanna go in there.”

Her friend gave her arm a little yank, tugging her up against his side. Something hard poked Blaise in the ribs as she connected with his slick suited chest. “I need you to stay with me.” He told her in a gruff voice.

The bottle of Champagne appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and he topped off her fluted glass. Blaise smacked her lips. “Thanks!”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and started walking. “Let’s get this done so we can have some fun, Chica.”

Despite her alcohol-fogged misgivings, Blaise allowed herself to be pulled toward the warehouse. “I wanna go back to the party.” Even in her drunken state, Blaise hated the whiny tone of her voice.

“Shut up, Chica. We’re gonna make our own party in a few minutes.”

Blaise frowned as he pulled her through the door. She didn’t like the sound of that. The air inside the warehouse smelled strongly of nail polish remover tinged with cat urine. The floor was littered with toxic debris, rags, and plastic bags.

Blaise jerked to a stop, pulling her arm from his grip.

He expelled an exasperated breath. “Now what’s wrong?”

“I need to put my shoes on.”

He shook his head, flipping a small, well-manicured hand in her direction. “Catch up when you’re done. I’m gonna go have my meeting.”

Blaise ignored him. She was trying to balance on one foot and pull one of the strappy sandals onto the other foot. The straps kept getting caught on her toes. She lost her balance and had to hop sideways to keep from falling on her face.

Pain sluiced through her foot and she cried out, changing feet to hop in a different direction. Her foot hit a large, metal object and she jammed her toe. Blaise swore, and switched feet again, grimacing at the pain shooting up her leg when she put her weight on the injured foot.

Her knees buckled and she fell onto her butt. As she fell, her elbow struck the metal container she’d jammed her toe on and it rolled heavily away, clanging against a nearby wall.

From deeper inside the pitch black space a man’s voice swore loudly.

“Sorry.” Blaise called out. Then she concentrated on trying to see the slice on her foot, with only the dubious light of the limousine’s headlights to help.

She was still squinting at her foot when a gun went off deep in the interior of the warehouse.

Another shot pinged off the doorframe behind her and the limousine screeched away from the curb, casting her into darkness. Blaise reached up to feel her hair. She was really drunk but she was pretty sure the bullet had grazed the top of her fro on the way by.

The sound of heavy footsteps pounded toward her from outside. Before she could react, a heavy leg connected with her back and a large body flew over her with a shouted curse. He hit the filthy ground in front of her and skidded several feet, scattering debris in his wake.

Silence pulsed through the large, pungent space. The only sound in the warehouse came from the man sprawled across the floor in front of her. His breath rasped heavily for a moment before a small click sounded and a beam of light focused on her face.

Blaise squinted and flung up a hand.

She couldn’t see his face behind the light but she saw the gun he was holding. It looked huge in the arc of the flashlight beam and she stilled, her eyes widening with alarm.

The man shifted to his knees, keeping the weapon focused on her face. “Don’t even, fucking move!”

Blaise felt her eyes go even wider as she squeaked.

 

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Sex Type Thing Excerpt #2

Metalerotique_2  WARNING: Strong male/male sexual situations many might find highly objectionable. 

JKaye is a fan of Lucifiera’s lead singer Zander Lukes… A BIG fan. His desire for the lead screamer has driven him to do something wrong, really wrong…

Kidnap Zander and bring him back to his place.

What does he intend to do? Push the man to his limits and make him his slave for the weekend. 

JKaye feelings for Zander are more than just a crush. Zander Lukes is his obsession.

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Excerpt #2

ZANDER

    “I am, I am, I am, I said I wanna get next to you−”

I tapped my feet on the dresser and bobbed my head to my favorite Stone Temple Pilots song. Yeah I liked a whole lot of their tunes but this one gets me going like no other.

I leaned back and let the lyrics wash over me, driving my mind to the most forbidden place on earth, my mind. No, you don’t wanna go in there people, because it’s a very scary destination.

I don’t think about happy things like flowers, running in poppy fields, and loving the so called God with everything I have. Nope, I think about how I can bend, no actually, break the rules, be the boss of my own existence, and wreak havoc on just about everything I come in contact with.

What am I?

Well, I have the perfect occupation for this sort of thing. I’m a rock star and not just any old rock star, but the one and only Zander Lukes.

People love me. They fall at my feet just so I can sneer at them through my fake red contacts. They worship me and at the same time, they might hate me because of the attention I command.

I don’t really know why and honestly, I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m in this business because I like being at odd with those in so called normal society. In my book, there is no normal, there is no good. Everyone is out for themselves and that includes me who can’t stand to be around any goodie two shoes. Yes, take that shit right out of here because I have no respect for the so called authorities or the people that follow them.

I’m demon on earth, awaiting the call from the father of hellfire, I’m a man possessed by the left teachings. I’m nobody to fool around with, and most of all, I’m my own person.

I am Zander Lukes.

    Shit.

Checking the clock on the wall, I was getting bored waiting on show time. The opening acts were running late because their bus broke down on the way into New York.

    Bummer for them. To be perfectly honest, they sucked.

But the record company decided to throw them on the bill with me. Cool kids but they truly sucked at music. No, I don’t make the rosters for these tours and nor do I care to. If it were up to me, it would just be Lucifiera and I’d fill the time with exotic dancers of the male and female variety.

No worries, that idea is in the works since I mentioned it to our management. That may take some time but it will get done. I’ll make doubly sure of that.

Fifteen minutes until and the voices inside my head urged me to wreck something. Listening to Sex Type Thing always put me in that kind of mood which is why I have it blasting through the speakers before every show.

You may ask, why that tune when it’s not that much older than me?

I suppose I like the sleaze, the lyrics which sound so devilish and yet so captivating at the same time. It sounds as if it’s coming from a man in command and or control even though through history, we can see Scott really didn’t have a firm grip on much of anything. And like him, I wanted someone to be my lay before and after the show but groupies bored the hell out of me.

Sure, they came in all colors, sizes, and genders, but none of them held my interest.

Right now, I wanted someone exciting, someone to push my limits, get my motor running on all speeds and that wasn’t going to be found with the girls brought by the roadies to please Zander Lukes.

Yes, I said roadies because I couldn’t be bothered with picking my partner or partners for the evening. Besides, all I did was kick them out after they swallowed my cum anyway. I don’t do the lovey dovey cuddle thing with one-nighters at all. None of them deserved it anyway.

What I wanted was a strong man, willing to go really far, and take me where so far out of myself that I might not want to come back. And believe you me it would take a lot to do that since in I’ve freaking owned the effin block.

Have I done all the dirty? Just about.

Am I willing to go further? Most definitely.

In my mind, kinks are only the things you dare not talk about with strangers for fear you might have to hurt them. The acts that most find frightening or repulsive but who cares? If it’s what you like then you should do it.

My kinks range from bondage to brutal sex and everything in between. If only I could find the one to show me the real world beyond those doors.