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His Stepdad Wears Leather
(A Daddy Tales Book, 2)

June 12th, 2020

Amazon/Kindle Unlimited Exclusive

Running from his deeply conservative, religious parents, Noah Butler boards a bus to cross the country, praying the birth mother who abandoned him will open her arms in welcome. Once he steps off the bus near midnight, an aggressive stranger has him running for his life. Noah finds safety at the Village, a gay nightclub—the only place nearby open at that hour. 

Luckily, he still has that fake ID his best friend got him… and he looks older than eighteen. Inside the walls, he would be Christopher John Douglass and twenty-two—and he’d celebrate his birthday with the hot guy behind the bar. If the handsome bartender succumbs to his appalling attempts at flirtation.

Brody Preston takes one glance at the new guy in the Village and wants to know his story. There’s something about Chris that intrigues him. Brody can clearly tell the guy is running from something. His protective instinct screams within—but that’s not the only thing that sets the guy apart. It’s also the inexperienced seduction Chris attempts that has him charmed.

When Noah realizes the bartender is the bar owner, he realizes he can’t come clean about who he really is. One-night becomes a week-long affair that ultimately ends when there’s too many questions Noah can’t answer. Again, he runs…

But this time, he runs right back into Brody… because they have a past binding them together. A past neither of them comprehended.

Be prepared for a sexy younger man and his loving daddy, with a little touch of lingerie and BDSM in the mix -- this 73,000+ word Daddy Kink book is a mix of erotic heat and romance!

New Release: Sacrificed to the Ice God (Sacrificed, 3) by Kelex

English Edition

Kai’s tribe lives in a tropical paradise—one of sun, sea, and sand. A protective reef surrounds the island, the waters teeming with life and fulfilling their needs. Passing the reef is forbidden—an unforgiving world of ice and cold lingers just outside it. An Ice God keeps them trapped on the island, demanding one sacrifice each year as payment for their warmth.

Female after female is given to the god, never to return from his land of snow and ice. But the women of the island are growing sparse. If they continue to hand over their females, it will spell the end of their tribe. Their only choice is to sacrifice a willing male and hope the Ice God accepts their offering.

Kai has never been spiritual, so he’s forced to offer up his life to the god. Either he goes, or his best friend and sister will take his place. Kai accepts his fate, ready to die for his tribe. He surrenders his life to the Ice God.

Only it’s not his life the god wants.

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Excerpt

One Day Left to Live

Come to me, Kai.

Kai looked up at the dais, his entire body enflamed. Heat rocketed through him as he stared up at the Ice God. The male was large, muscled all over. The deity’s skin was pale, almost blue from the cold. He was completely naked, his thick, long cock hard with need. Drops of seed dripped from the swollen head onto the dais.

Hunger tore through Kai… a hunger he’d never, ever felt before.

Come to me, Kai.

Kai’s own cock stiffened in his pants. He was wearing layers and layers of clothing, which had already made him begin to sweat in the heat of their village. But once he made it to the other side, where ice and snow ruled, it likely wouldn’t be enough to keep him warm.

Yet there was an inner heat, a fire he felt stoked within.

Need unlike anything he’d ever known.

Come to me…

A strong hand ripped open his pants and then gripped his cock, stroking it up and down. Kai moaned, his eyes falling closed. Need pumped through his veins…

Kai’s eyes popped opened, his body languishing in a dreamy lucidity. He could still feel the sliding hand on his cock, urging him to the edge. His back arched, cum shooting from his cock. A scream tore from his lips.

He fell back in his bunk, sweat coating him. Kai could barely breathe, the orgasm shattering him. It was then that he knew the hand had been his.

Not the god’s.

He wiped his seed onto the blanket twisted about his limbs, confusion setting in. Kai had never felt the need to touch himself with lust before that night.

“Kai? Are you unwell?” came Nanni’s whispered voice from below.

Embarrassment tore through him. “I’m fine,” he whispered back, heat filling his cheeks.

Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she paused, unsure.

“I’m fine,” he whispered again, feeling the heat in his face grow. Shame at what he’d felt. For a god? “I had a nightmare.”

An erotic nightmare he wanted to lose himself in again.

“I know you’re afraid,” she called up to him. “I fear for you, too.” She paused. “Sleep now, my sweet Kai’toa.”

Kai stared up at the woven ceiling, the fear making it hard to breathe. A sensual need spiraled in him as he lay there, the need he’d felt earlier a simple precursor to more.

He didn’t understand the feelings growing within.

Lust was foreign to him.

He turned over and tried to rest, only to spend his last night wide awake, full of need.

NEW RELEASE - Hitman by Kelex

Wrong place, right time.

Carter O’Conner exemplifies the term wrong place, wrong time when he gets between a hitman and that hitman’s prey. Sure he’s the next to die, he steels himself, refusing to give the killer the satisfaction of seeing his fear, even though he’s shaking like a leaf on the inside.

Antony Rosetta can’t ignore the man’s interesting reaction. Accustomed to begging and pleading, he respects the male escort’s strength… and struggles to forget the man after he walks away. As the weeks pass, his fantasies propel him to search for Carter and see what makes the man tick.

Carter doesn’t want to head out on another assignment but, after weeks of denial, he’s nowhere closer to paying his tuition bill. Accepting the address from his handler, he winds up before the hitman, afraid he’ll face death after all.

Instead, he confronts a passion too much for him to handle. Can these two broken men become whole in each other’s arms?

Warnings: MM, Gay, Anal Sex, Bondage, Paddling, Spanking, BDSM, Forced Seduction, Exhibitionism, and Extreme Scenes of Violence and Murder

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Excerpt

The crack of palm on flesh reverberated through the air. Pain lanced through his face. The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. Carter lifted a hand to his lip, knowing it was split.

“I paid for your time,” Enzo spat.

“You haven’t paid me shit,” Carter yelled back without thinking.

Another strike caught him on his left cheek, the pain blossoming strong. Old and small he was, but Enzo’s hands packed a wallop. The man was used to violence. Carter had felt danger coming off the guy in waves. Carter felt dazed from the second blow, his mind numb. He climbed to his feet, ready to get the hell out of the room, but Enzo was right behind him, quicker than Carter could’ve imagined.

Another hit came to his face. It felt as if he’d met a brick wall. Hard.

Carter saw stars. Enzo lifted his hand to strike him again…

And then a hole burst from the side of his temple, blood splattering from his head and coating Carter’s face. Enzo lingered there a moment, as if time had stopped. The hate and anger in his eyes melted into a numb, glassy stare. He fell to the floor, a lump of flesh, with tangled arms and legs jutting out at odd angles.

Carter backed away, staring at the mass that had, seconds before, been beating him.

The slider skidded open and a dark form emerged through the billowing curtains. A man stood in the opening, a handgun hanging from one hand.

The sounds of the city exploded, the open door letting it all rush in to him, the cold air cold. Not that he truly felt it.

Carter backed away more, until his ass met wall. He stood there trembling, knowing he’d traded one killer for another. The man walked over to what was left of Enzo, checked for a pulse, and then rose back to his feet. He lifted the gun and put three more shots into the body, each one making Carter jump with fear.

And then the killer turned back to Carter, his expression unreadable. A cold sliver of fear crossed him, but it soon faded. He wasn’t sure why… there was everything to fear.

The guy towered well over Carter, he could tell even from across the room. His body was thick, but in a way that suggested hard muscle hid under his clothes.

He was dark and dangerous.

His skin was deeply tanned, his hair and stubble black as the night he’d emerged from. His clothes were black as well, covering him from shoulder to feet. Even his hands were covered in dark gloves.

His eyes, they weren’t dark. They were the color of caramel and, when the light hit them, they shone with a brilliance that made Carter’s stomach twist in something besides fear. But the fear was too great for him to fully register the sensation in that moment. Later, when he was recollecting on this moment and trying to burn the man’s face into his brain, he’d think about those eyes and how beautiful they were. He saw a cold detachment there. Yet, when the killer stared at him, emotion swirled in the depths. Carter felt a kinship to this man somehow. He recognized the emotion. He saw it when he looked in the mirror.

Loneliness.

How much he craved to look into those eyes as the man slid deep into his body over and over again, forcing his own solitude away.

But he wouldn’t recall pondering all that until later. All he thought about in the here and now was the fact he was about to die. His heart thundered in his ears and he felt his knees wobbling under him, but he did everything in his power to hide his body’s responses.

The killer drew something from his pocket. A switchblade opened as his long legs ate up the floor. Carter sucked in a breath and watched the light shine along the knife, knowing it was about to plunge into his chest.

Or his neck, slicing open his throat. He’d feel the warm curtain of blood coating him any second. And then it would all be over. A pointless existence. Another tragic case where no one would miss the poor, dead whore.

The killer stopped when his body was millimeters from touching Carter. He lifted the knife and Carter steeled himself… only to watch as the man shoved the blade into the wall. He dug the blade in a few times… before extracting the bullet that had taken Enzo’s life.

He showed it to Carter, looking somewhat proud. Whether that was meant to scare him, Carter didn’t know. When the knife flicked closed, he startled. The killer shoved the bullet, and then the knife, into his pocket.

Carter looked down to the gun still held in the man’s other hand and saw his own cock—red, angry, and rock hard—lightly pressing against the man’s thigh. His strong thigh. The desire to rock his hips and enjoy the friction of the tight black denim encasing those thighs hit him out of nowhere. He hadn’t been able to get it up for his john, but there he was stone hard and ready for a killer. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lifted his gaze and met those golden eyes. Up close, the man was handsome. Past handsome, he was heartbreakingly gorgeous, his features refined. A scar running along his strong jaw only accentuated his good looks instead of taking anything away.

It amplified the danger.

The killer said nothing. He didn’t move. He just lingered there, close enough that Carter could feel the heat coming off the guy in waves. He smelled good. Real good. Like leather and spice, and it filled his nose, making him want to lean in closer and fill his lungs. He knew he’d remember the particular scent for the rest of his life.

Which was insane.

NEW RELEASE: Bear Mountain #5 -- A Second Chance with Two Bears is HERE!!

After Ben’s mates are murdered, Red and Quentin quickly move in to comfort the human.  Their animal instinct drives them closer—because they realize Ben is now meant for them.  They watch over and protect the broken man, allowing him to mourn and grieve for the love he lost, ever hopeful they’ll one day be able to claim what is theirs.

Ben eventually senses their connection, once the haze of despair begins to fade.  Yet he cannot stop the guilt that causes from consuming him.  He clings to the pain and memory of what was, instead of allowing himself to think of what could be.

When Ben attempts to leave Bear Mountain behind, his bears race to stop him.  He knows he has nothing left to give them and demands they let him go.  So Red and Quentin make him an offer—he can go if he agrees to one night in their arms.

Can he possibly leave after that?

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He rose from the bed and pulled Mick’s robe about him. After a deep inhale, he walked out into the living space of the cabin. Ben put on a pot of water for tea, but not before glimpsing a glow coming from the kitchen window.

He dropped the kettle onto the stove and raced for the front door. Whipping it open, he ran to the porch and saw the two large bears lumbering away.

“Wait!” he cried, instinctively knowing who they were.

Both bears paused and looked back at him.

Ben stood at the edge of the porch, knowing he should be angry at the two of them, but he also knew they only sought to protect him.

He was theirs, in their mind. He understood the need bears had to claim what they considered theirs. 

Watching as the two made their way back, Red shifted seconds before Quentin did. They stood there, nude, and in their human form. Ben sucked in a breath as he let his gaze take the two in. He’d never seen them naked, although he was likely wrong about that. Bear shifters had no shame and were often naked in public, after a shift. 

But Ben had never noticed their nudity—until now. 

Red’s cock was long and heavy, hanging like a thick vine between his powerful thighs. He wasn’t even erect, only semi-hard and it made Ben wonder what the male looked like hard and needy… and ready to claim.

Quentin’s was smaller, but not by much. His, too, hung heavily between his thighs. 

Ben licked his lips, wondering what they tasted like. He wondered what it would feel like to have them inside him, driving his need to mind-altering lengths. Claiming his flesh as their own.

The reaction from his own body was stifling. Ben began to sweat slightly. He was rock hard and thankful for the thick, oversized robe to hide his burgeoning need.

“What were you doing looking in my window?” he demanded, sounding angrier than he was.

Quentin had enough sense to look slightly ashamed. Red lifted his chin, completely brazen.

“We check on you every night,” Red said. “Every single night for the past four months. After we close up the restaurant, we come here and ensure you’re safe and sleeping soundlessly before we curl up and sleep on your porch since you kicked us out of the house.”

Ben was struck by the words. His heart started to pound even harder. “You sleep on my porch?”

“How else will we protect what’s—protect you?” Red answered.

Ben knew how to fill in the blanks. He’d heard the comment before from others. Protect what’s ours. 

“I never asked you to protect me,” Ben spat, even though the thought of them out here, watching over him, gave him a small thrill. “I don’t need guard bears, sleeping at my door.”

“You didn’t have to ask,” Quentin said. “We’re here for you, even if you don’t think you need us.”

Ben looked down Quentin’s strong body. He needed alright. He needed to feel their strength against his. He needed to feel them inside him. He wanted them to claim him and fill him with their desire. 

Anything, to take the emptiness away.

“And if I do need you?” he asked, breathless.

Both bears stiffened. He glanced down and saw them both begin to grow even harder. Longer. Thicker. They were massively huge, and Ben could barely breathe from the sight. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing under the robe, screaming for release.

Mick’s robe.

Unease filled him at the thought. He tried to ignore the guilt this time and pushed it down before it ruined what he was feeling.

Red climbed the three stairs that led to the porch and stopped inches from Ben. His cockhead brushed against the furry, ratty robe.

“What is it you need?” Red asked, his raw voice barely above a whisper.

Take me. Fuck me. Hard. Spank me. Whip me. Punish me for having these wicked thoughts in my mind. Punish me for being a horrible mate. Punish me for not loving Mick and Eli as I should have. Punish me for not saving them.

All the words were swimming in his mind, but he couldn’t voice them. He couldn’t tell these two about the war raging within him. One side wanted them to take him, to make him feel whole again—to make him feel loved and wanted. The other side, it told him how disgusting he was for his need. It reminded him of yet another failure.

He couldn’t stay true to his mates. 

“Make me feel less lonely,” was all he could get out.

NOW AVAILABLE - Falling Overboard

Sorry I haven't been sharing as much on my blog recently - I've been seriously under the gun.  But here's a quick shout to let you know about my new release.

It's a return to some of the intense BDSM I've written in the past -- all packaged up and ready for summer.

No worries -- the Sci-Fi is making a return.  More news on that soon.

Accidentally homeless, without a new gig on the horizon, dancer Caleb Gaines knows something has to give. When his best friend suggests joining her on her new job dancing for a cruise line, Caleb rebels. But the opportunity for a place to lay his head, to feed his belly, and to have a steady paycheck doing what he loves is just too tempting.

Once he lands the job, he meets VP Jason DeMarco, the son of the CEO and falls head over heels for the magnetic man. Jason takes one look at Caleb and knows he wants to lay claim to the gorgeous dancer.

After one night in his bed, Caleb runs. Their night was too intense, especially given the dark needs Jason has and the demands he puts on Caleb’s body.

Luckily, Jason has enough chains, cuffs, and paddles to punish his slave for walking away from his master.

Warning: This 30,005 word gay erotic story has adult themes including BDSM, Bondage, Paddling, Submission, and Toy Play. It is intended for an adult audience.

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Jason set the phone down and settled his feet on the floor, leveling an intense stare at Caleb. “Ready for that tour?”

Caleb nodded, his nerves getting the best of him again. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jason stood and walked to his door, opening it and urging Caleb to exit first. As soon as Caleb approached, he could smell Jason’s cologne, mixed with the scent of clean, musky man. It did things to his brain—and other parts of his body as well.

“We’re going to one of the restaurants first. Hope you’re hungry,” Jason said as he pulled the doors closed and locked them.

Caleb waited for Jason to move, as he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going. “Famished.” Oh, he was hungry, for sure. But it really wasn’t for food.

Jason began walking down the hallway, his stride long. “Good. The chef wants me to try the new menu he’s planned. The man’s a genius, so I pretty well let him do his thing, but he wanted me to at least try them. I figured we could sample them together.” Jason looked to the side, his lips quirking up a little.

That smile continued to do things to Caleb’s cock. “Sampling delicious things sounds wonderful.”

Jason chuckled and grinned at Caleb.

Once the man looked ahead, Caleb shook his head. How corny can I be? There’s flirtation and then there’s just trying too hard. Calm down.

Caleb rubbed his sweaty palms over his thighs and followed Jason outside. The sun was almost done with its descent, and everything glowed in a warm, rich orange shade. Water lapped at the edges of the ship, the sound soothing. Caleb needed that in his current state of arousal.

Jason moved to the railing and looked out at the water and the postcard-perfect sunset. “No matter how many times I’ve seen that view from the side of the ship, I can’t seem to help myself. There’s something awe-inspiring about the sight.”

Caleb stepped up to the railing and gazed out. It was beautiful. And there was something very peaceful about standing there, the warm ocean breeze running over his body. “It is lovely.”

“Sunrise is almost as nice. I get a nice view of it from my room nearly every morning,” Jason said.

Caleb laughed. “My room doesn’t even have a window.”

“Caleb, I’m known for my bluntness, and sometimes it gets me in trouble. Others find it refreshing, so I’ll just put my cards out on the table and see where they land.”

Caleb turned to face Jason, his brow furrowing. What was Jason trying to say? “Honesty isn’t a bad thing.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear you say that, because to be honest, I’ve lived the last few years on a ship and my flirtation skills are downright rusty.”

Caleb smiled. “Okay.” It was nice to know Jason had been flirting, or attempting it, rusty or not. It did make things much easier than continuing the guessing game.

“I think you feel a pull toward me, just as I feel toward you.”

Caleb nodded, wondering where this was leading. “I do.”

“While fraternization is frowned upon, it happens often on ships. Close quarters and all,” Jason said. “I’ve done well to keep to myself the last few years, but suddenly find myself in a spot where I don’t want to hold back.”

Caleb felt the full weight of Jason’s stare, and a tremor raced through him. He loved to flirt and play the game, but there was something to the stark honesty that was getting him just as hot as any flirtation he’d had before. “So what do you plan to do about it?”

Jason glanced down Caleb’s body from his head to his toes, and then back again. “After we eat, and I show you some of the ship, I’m going to show you my room.” Jason turned his body completely to face Caleb. “Would you like me to show you to my room, Caleb?”

Caleb nodded, his smart mouth suddenly very dry. “I-I would.”

Jason smirked. “Good. And once there, we’re going to get to know each other a little better. A little more intimately. If you’re in agreement.”

“Yes,” Caleb said, his voice deeper than he could ever recall it being. “Yes, I’m in complete agreement.”

Jason watched Caleb closely a moment. “I have darker passions. Is that something you’re willing to explore?”

Caleb froze a moment, not sure exactly what Jason meant. He had an inkling, though, and he was more than willing to see where Jason wanted to lead. “Perhaps,” Caleb said, not exactly sure what he was agreeing to. But he wasn’t ready to tell Jason DeMarco ‘no’ to anything. Not until he caught a glimpse of what he was up against.

Jason lifted a palm, motioning for Caleb to move. “Then let’s eat so we can get on to the best part of the evening.”

Caleb turned toward the direction Jason motioned and felt his stomach flip-flop. He’d never experienced a man quite as direct as Jason. Under normal circumstances, he’d have probably blown off a guy who came on that strong without spending any time to truly get to know him, but Caleb was willing to forgive it in Jason for some reason. Maybe it was the magnetic pull he felt, and the fact his libido had been screaming from the moment he laid eyes on Jason.

It would be an interesting evening, for sure. The will he or won’t he was no longer there. No doubts hovered over their night. Caleb knew he’d end up in Jason’s bed.

But would he also end up tied to it as well, or were there other dark pleasures Jason enjoyed?

That was enough to keep Caleb on the edge of his seat all night.




Crash Landing Companion - Bondage Restraints

Crash Landing focuses mainly on restraints.  Collars and restraints are incredibly sexy and a great way to show ownership of a sex slave.

Here's a couple of the ones which fueled my imagination for this story.



This is what Crash is held in during the bulk of the story.  This is a wrist to collar restraint.



A wrist to chest restraint is what some of the other crew members were held in.