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Friday, September 4, 2020
Friday, October 4, 2019
NEW RELEASE - His Stepson Wears Lace - A Daddy Kink Book
The first time Jereme Oliver was caught in his mother’s lingerie, it ended up being the most embarrassing and soul-tormenting moment of his life. For several years, he buried his needs and never spoke a word to anyone about his sexuality or fetishes, afraid he would endure more pain and anguish. When he has the house to himself one night while visiting from college, the desire to play dress-up screams in his veins. Thinking he’s safe, he pulls on some of his mother’s lingerie, adds some makeup and one of her wigs, and revels in the image staring back at him in the mirror.
Nearly a year before, Anson Parker woke up in Vegas, married to a virtual stranger. Instead of annulling the marriage, he attempted to make it work solely on the basis that his new bride drove his controlling father crazy and that alone made him happy. Yet, no matter how much he tried to find a way through, eventually divorce seems like the only answer.
Anson goes home early to make one last-ditch effort and finds his wife finally wearing the gorgeous lingerie he’d bought her several months before. He knows that sex can’t be the only basis of a healthy relationship, but he can’t contain his lust when he sees her decked out in all that silk and lace. He sidles up behind her—hungry, hard, and ready.
After a line is crossed, he realizes it’s his stepson… not his wife… and both their worlds are turned upside down forevermore.
*****
Be prepared for a sexy, crossdresser, his loving daddy, and a little touch of BDSM in the mix -- this 49,000+ word Daddy Kink book is a mix of heat and loving romance!
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
New Release - New Neighbor (In Bed, 3) by Kelex
New Neighbor
(In Bed, 3)
by Kelex
Benjamin “Benji” McGill has always been the runt of the litter. Be it his family or his group of friends, he’s always felt like he was less than, flying under the radar. Unseen.
The fifth wheel.
When Mac moves across the hall from him, he thinks he senses interest… but then, why would a big, buff ex-Marine be interested in him? But every time Benji runs into Mac, he can’t deny the electric tension between them.
Is it all in his head?
Throwing caution to the wind, he asks Mac out on a guys’ night with his group of friends. It’s a safe risk… and maybe he can see if the sparks he feels can turn into an all-out inferno.
Buy Links:
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Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07H7RTGWY
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893878
Excerpt:
“All that hard work… for nothing,” Benji muttered as he stared into the full-length mirror. Sighing, his stare washed over his reflection. He was just as scrawny as he’d ever been. For weeks, he’d been going to the gym obsessively, trying to add some bulk to his too-lean body. He’d increased his food intake and yet—nothing. His buddy Jesse had given him some bulking powders to add to his morning drinks, but all Benji still saw in the mirror was a ninety-pound weakling.
Of course, he wasn’t quite thatsmall, but some days it sure felt like it.
He gave himself another cursory glance, trapped within the swirling disappointment churning in his gut. At least he did see a tiny bit of definition here and there where it hadn’t been before. But when one didn’t have muscles in the first place, there wasn’t much of anything to define.
Benji sighed, curling a bicep and eyeing the muscle… or lack thereof.
“Worthless.”
After another long sigh, he drew on his track pants and a t-shirt, and then sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his running shoes. He wasn’t going to let the image in the mirror defeat him. Another trip to the gym was the only way to get the results he wanted. As he neared the front door of his apartment, he heard several deep voices on the landing. Peeking through the spyhole, he saw a few muscle-bound guys carrying boxes heading toward the empty apartment across the hall.
“There goes my quiet,” he murmured quietly. The small building only had two apartments per floor. He’d enjoyed nearly two months of peace having a floor to himself, especially after his rowdy neighbor had been kicked out. Now he’d have to share the floor again. Hopefully they’re not as bad as the last one.
Benji checked the guys out, inspecting each one and wondering which one it was. Both his and the other apartment were singles, so he doubted it was all of them. Better not be. Three big, buff guys—built exactly as he hoped he’d one day be—would make a lot of noise.
A hint of jealousy filled him as he stared them over. Their biceps bulged, the sinew and flesh stretched tight.
His gaze roamed over their firm bodies, feeling a little whisper of excitement.
A smile played across his lips as he observed every square inch…
All of them looked military. They had buzzed heads and one even wore camo pants and an army-green T-shirt. He was sure he saw the glint of dog tags in the low light of the hallway. All three of them were hot as hell…
Any one of them would be perfect eye candy.
Benji sighed again.
One of the guys turned suddenly, peering at his door—as if the man sensed Benji stood behind, watching. The guy’s light, golden stare narrowed, and Benji could only feel a tightening in his chest. The guy was gorgeous. Gorgeous. A pair of keys hung from his thick fingers under the box he carried…
It’s him.
Benji’s heart fluttered a bit. He drew away from the door, feeling as if he’d been caught playing voyeur. He was perfectly in his right to check out his new neighbor, so Benji wasn’t sure why he felt so embarrassed. He reached for the knob, but paused.
Guess I can’t leave… not yet, anyway.He didn’t want to walk out and all but shout that he’d indeed been at the door snooping.
Although, I don’t want to waittoo long. Ishouldsay hello to my new neighbor.
It wouldbe the neighborly thing to do.
Plus, it would give him a chance to ogle the guys a little more.
Benji stepped into the small kitchen and grabbed a glass before filling it from the water dispenser on the fridge. He took a sip, listening in as he heard the men go into the apartment. After washing another sip down his dry throat, he grabbed his gym bag and keys before opening the door.
The big guy who’d caught him was standing in the opposite doorway and spun to face him as soon as he stepped out into the hall.
“Hey,” the guy mumbled with a nod of his head.
“Hey,” Benji mumbled back, trying to give an equally cool nod of his head and sure he failed miserably. My gods, he’s gorgeous. “Ah, I gu-guess you’re my new neighbor?” What the fuck? I haven’t stuttered since middle school.Heat filled his face.
“I am,” the guy answered. He took a step forward and offered a hand. A largehand. “The name’s Mac.”
Benji looked down at the paw and knew it had to be twice the size of his own. And then he realized he was being unintentionally rude and shot his hand out, knocking into the big one and making a total fool of himself. “Sorry,” he mumbled before righting his hand and shaking. “Nice to m-meet you, Mac.”
“Nice to meet you…” he dragged the last word out, raising a brow.
Benji lifted his stare from that hand enveloping his to get caught in an amber stare that nearly took his breath away. His lips parted. His eyes widened. He felt a fluttering feeling in his gut.
He’s gorgeous.
“Ahhh… are you going to tell me your name?” Mac asked, frowning.
Benji looked back down, shame filling him as he saw he was still shaking Mac’s hand and hadn’t let go. I don’t wanna let go.
He could feel the heat in that touch. It seeped into him, molecule by molecule. Yet he let go. “Benji. Sorry. N-no. Not Benji. It’s Benjamin… my friends call me Benji… although it sounds like I’m a five-year-old kid… and I’m not… and I hate that nickname, but how do you tell your friends you hate it, you know? So I just let them… I guess…” Stop rambling. You sound like an idiot. He tried to relax, knowing full well he looked anything but relaxed.“Yeah.”
An odd smile crossed Mac’s lips. “How about just Ben? Does that work?”
Benji looked down, knowing his face had to be beet red. “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “Ben works, too.”
“You lived here long, Ben?”
Benji loved the way Mac said his name. “Here?”
“Yeah, here,” Mac said, humor in his tone.
Benji lifted his head and met those golden eyes. His stare drifted to the wide smile and barely remembered the question he’d just been asked. Did he just move a little closer?Oh god, he smells good.“I’ve lived here for a few months.”
“Another newbie to town, hmm?” Mac asked.
“Oh no, no… I went to Emory. Graduated a few years ago… I’ve lived in the area for nearly a decade now,” Benji answered. He looked up and saw a bit of confusion on Mac’s face. “I thought you meant the building… I’ve been here in the buildingfor a few months.”
“Ah,” Mac said. He grinned and took another half step closer. “I guess I know who to ask about the city, then.”
“Sure, sure,” Benji said, nodding his head. The walls of the hallway seemed to close in around them. All he could see was Mac, big and muscled and gorgeous and smelling amazing and that smile…
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Tuesday, February 6, 2018
In Kürze verfügbar - Sein Wolfskrieger (Blutlinien, Buch 3)
In Kürze verfügbar - His Wolven Warrior auf Deutsch
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Sunday Spotlight: Shea Balik and Synful Dreams
Welcome Shea Balik back to my blog. Shea is sharing a bit from new release Synful Dreams Syn's Playground Book 1.
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]
Syn Evans was a Dom who believed he had the world at his fingertips. That was until until he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. It had taken witnessing his friends find love and even getting married that made him realize he needed to man up and make amends with the one man who still owned his heart. Even if that meant groveling.
PJ had been devastated when Syn had left him, but he’d somehow managed to get over the love of his life. Or so he thought. It wasn’t until Syn waltzed back into his life that PJ understood he not only hadn’t gotten over Syn or the need he had to submit to his Dom, but he was still in love with him.
The only question was, could he find a way to forgive Syn for leaving him all those years ago and find a path for their future?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Excerpt
A steady beep slowly penetrated the fog that wrapped around
PJ. He wanted to just sink back into the warm embrace of darkness but there was
something else, another noise that was forcing him to listen.
“Come on, little love, open those pretty eyes for me.”
The deep cadence of the voice that spoke was so familiar
that PJ wanted to find its source. He just wasn’t sure he could open his eyes
like the voice wanted him to do. It was like there were lead weights on his
eyelids, forcing them to remain closed.
“Please wake up,” that so familiar voice whispered
fervently.
The need to reassure that voice was stronger than the pull
to drift back into the darkness. Pushing through the fog, PJ willed his eyelids
open. It took three tries before the blinding light of the room had him
slamming his eyes closed once more.
“PJ?” There was so much hope in that voice that PJ had to
see for himself who it was that spoke.
Once more he cracked open his eyelids to peer up at the one
man who had owned his heart from the moment they’d met. The one person who PJ
would do anything for. “Syn.” It came out more like a whimper of sound as his
throat was just too parched to force any real sound from it.
“Thank God,” Syn whispered as if he’d been praying. Then
Syn’s hand came up and cupped PJ’s face, just like he always did. The touch was
so familiar, yet alien at the same time.
PJ’s brain tried to figure out what was happening, but he
just couldn’t hold a thought for more than a moment before he lost it to the
fog that was creeping back over him. Even as the darkness tried to drag him
back under once more, PJ strained to stay awake. He had no idea why, but he
didn’t want to close his eyes in fear of Syn disappearing.
“I’m here, little love. I’m not going anywhere,” Syn
promised.
PJ hoped that was true, for from one heartbeat to the next,
the blackness that had been trying to pull him back into its embrace succeeded
in doing just that.
* * * *
Voices filtered into PJ’s brain, waking him from the best
dream he’d had in a long time. Syn had been there, holding him, telling him how
much he loved PJ. After Syn had moved to New York and PJ moved back home, he’d
had the dreams often, but over the years they had diminished until they had
stopped altogether.
He was tempted to yell at whoever had woken him, but PJ was
a realist. As much as he wanted nothing more than to sink back into his fantasy
of Syn being there, it wouldn’t help PJ get on with his life. Then again,
considering it had been thirteen years and PJ still wasn’t over the man, PJ
wasn’t sure he’d ever move on.
“You’ve already operated on him three times. Just how many
more operations are you going to need to do?”
PJ froze. It couldn’t be. Could it?
“As I already explained, there was extensive damage both
from the bullet wound to his knee and the impact of the fall to his ankle.
We’ve had to do a lot of repairs to both areas.”
Instantly, PJ didn’t like whoever was talking as he
blabbered on about fractures, pins and blood flow. PJ had no idea most of what
he said but the man’s tone was condescending. He wanted to yell for the man to
shut the hell up so the other man could talk. PJ needed to know if it was Syn
or if he was just hallucinating.
“I understand that, Dr. Zari, but you also never mentioned
that you would require so many surgeries in order to do your job.”
PJ’s heart sped up, the beeps coming from somewhere nearby
matching the speed. It was Syn. It had to be. But how?
PJ had no idea but he had to see for himself. Why didn’t he
think of that to begin with? He lifted his lids and sighed.
Before him was the most gorgeous sight he’d seen in a long
time. Syn stood there facing off against a man in a white coat. He was just as
PJ remembered. Well, almost. He’d filled out a bit more since college, his
chest broader and arms a big bigger. And his face had a few more lines, but he
was still the same Syn. Fierce, unwavering, handsome.
What PJ didn’t know was what he was doing there. Or where
there was for that matter. The white coat of the man Syn was talking to, along
with various tubes coming from PJ’s body as well as that awful smell could only
mean one thing. He was in the hospital. But why?
“Syn,” he tried to say, but his too dry throat didn’t do
more than make a rasping sound that sounded more like a sigh than an actual
word.
But apparently it was enough, for Syn whirled to face him
and everything else disappeared as PJ’s eyes drank him in. “PJ,” Syn whispered.
One step was all it took in the small room for Syn to be there, right next to
PJ’s bed.
Warmth flooded PJ where Syn’s hand touched his. “You’re
awake.” Syn’s smile chased away all the cobwebs still clinging to PJ’s weary
brain.
How could he feel tired when Syn was there?
ADULT EXCERPT
PJ laid his head against Syn’s chest. “All our dreams are
coming true,” he whispered just loud enough for Syn to hear him.
Syn held him close for another minute, just savoring the
feel of PJ in his arms. They really were about to have all of their dreams come
true. But the reality was, any future with this man would make all of Syn’s
dreams come true.
He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. Then
again, they had their whole lives and right now, they had a scene to finish. “I
believe you have earned a punishment.” Steel infused his voice to remind PJ
just who was in charge.
A smile of bliss formed on PJ’s lush lips, letting Syn know
just how much PJ was looking forward to this. But before he could commence with
the punishment, Syn needed to feel those lips on him. “Kneel,” he commanded.
Without any hesitation, PJ sank gracefully to his knees. He
leaned in, rubbing his face against the front of Syn’s pants. That was what he
loved about PJ. He enjoyed every aspect of their sex life, even something as simple
as getting ready to suck his cock, he savored.
When PJ lifted up his hands to reach for Syn’s zipper, Syn
said, “With your teeth.” It wasn’t something he would normally request, but he
wanted to drag this out.
PJ dropped his hands and once more leaned in. He pushed his
nose along the length of Syn’s erection until he got to the top of his pants.
With his teeth, he tugged at the flap, popping the button free. Then he went to
work on the zipper. Syn was glad he was wearing boxer briefs today. He often went
commando, and with how hard his dick was pressing against the zipper, it
wouldn’t be fun to fear getting it caught in the teeth.
Those sweet brown eyes were staring up at him as PJ dragged
the zipper downward. Damn, but his little love looked amazing on his knees
serving Syn. A part of him worried he would blow his load before PJ ever got
his pants and underwear down far enough to take him in his mouth.
Curling his hands into fists, Syn looked up as he fought the
orgasm that was threatening to crash through him. Just when he thought he’d
gotten some semblance of control back, he felt wet heat sliding along his
shaft.
Syn couldn’t help but look down once more. The sight of PJ
taking him in his mouth was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. The only
time it got better was when he was sinking into PJ’s tight ass.
Syn’s balls rolled in their sac at the thought of feeling
PJ’s tight muscles wrapped around him. He’d planned an entire scene, but now he
was beginning to think he needed to take the edge off first.
With that thought in mind, Syn threaded his fingers into
PJ’s hair, holding him still as he fucked that amazing mouth. That PJ continued
to kneel there, perfectly content for Syn to take over and use him as he
wanted, only turned him on more.
PJ was the perfect sub. Just feisty enough to give them both
what they want, punishments, yet still completely submissive, like now.
Syn groaned as he tried to hold his orgasm off for a little
while longer. PJ’s mouth was something he wanted to experience for as long as
possible. But with his little love’s ability to provide just the right amount
of stimulation with his tongue and the suction he provided, it didn’t take long
for his orgasm to crash through him with no hope of holding it back.
His balls pulled up tight and his dick throbbed in PJ’s
mouth. Stars formed in his eyes as pulse after pulse of cum filled PJ’s mouth,
which he swallowed with relish.
Endorphins pumped through him, leaving him weak as a limp
noodle. Only his hold on PJ’s head kept him upright. “Damn, boy. You know how
to make me feel good,” he told PJ as he finally was able to move and pulled
from his mouth.
PJ smacked his lips with a smile as he stared up at Syn with
a self-satisfied smile on his face. After that blow job, he deserved to look
like that. Chuckling, Syn leaned down and kissed that sweet mouth, loving that
he could still taste himself on PJ’s mouth.
When he pulled back, he stood up straight. “Playroom. Now,”
he ordered.
He couldn’t help but smile when PJ scrambled to do as he
said. Yep, they were going to have a great life. New York was going to be so
much fun.
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