Feeling in the Christmas Mood?

If you're feeling the holiday spirit and want to dig into a sweet and sexy Christmas story -- don't forget my book His Christmas Wish!

Based on my all time favorite Christmas tale, it brings it into the 21st Century and gives it an LGBT twist.

When you’ve lost everything, it’s hard to open yourself to others.

Will has had a rough life. An orphan at a young age, he’s lost so much. He’s insulated himself from people, focused on finding his path out of the life he was forced to lead. Now in his last year of college, he meets a man who’s lost everything, too. The connection he feels is intense, their shared experiences bonding them instantly. Sid seems to feel it, too—yet the man keeps pulling away.

The holidays approach and the two young men try to navigate their feelings of loneliness and their attraction to one another.

A series of gifts shows them both just how deep the connection they have with one another is.

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Sunday Spotlight - Evelise Archer and Eldridge’s Release

Welcome Evelise Archer to her first Sunday Spotlight! She's sharing a bit from her title, Eldridge's Release (Club Rebellion). Take a peek and enjoy!

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A world Eldridge was meant to be in.

Eldridge Cristoff worked hard and rarely played, always leery of letting himself go after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his college boyfriend. Best friend Isabella Catana, submissive and lover of Johnson Petri, invited him to a night at an upscale BDSM club, Club Rebellion-owned and operated by Johnson and his trio of friends. All dominants.

Dalton Peters has never collared his own sub nor had the desire until he met Eldridge. Dalton was immediately taken with the skittish man, deciding to make it his mission to release Eldridge from his sexual prison.

Slowly Eldridge realized the world he was meant to be in. A loving man and master at his side; he discovered submission was not a weakness but a true testament of his strong inner spirit.

With Dalton's careful guidance, Eldridge had no choice but to give into his desires and heart, allowing Dalton to dominate his body and soul.

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Excerpt

Eldridge parked his car, popped a wintergreen breath freshener in his mouth, and headed toward the entrance. He walked up to the nondescript, solid black door that had no peephole, nervously wiped his hands against the leather pants, and rang the bell.

The building was located in the swankier section of Philadelphia and sported its own parking lot, which was a rarity in the city as most establishments utilized city parking garages or the street. From that, Eldridge surmised that the place had been doing very well. By the layout of the parking lot, he could tell the area used to house a building that had been torn down to create the space.

He shouldn't have been sweating in the outfit he wore. Eldridge was told -- no, ordered -- to wear his black leathers. They were soft as butter to the touch and so skintight his package was outlined. He also wore a white close-fitting muscle shirt and a jacket. He'd tried to get underwear on; even a jock, but the pants were so tight that any seams showed through, so he elected to go commando. He couldn't believe that he'd been talked into the outfit. He'd bought the leathers as a joke for a party he'd attended. They'd been very expensive, so Eldridge never threw them out. But he never thought he'd be wearing them again. And definitely not to a club.

He waited less than twenty seconds after pressing the illuminated button before a very large man in blue jeans and a black T-shirt opened the door. After stepping over the threshold, Eldridge looked up and noticed the camera above the door. He handed the bouncer his invitation with the club's logo on it -- a raised CR in black with a muted gray picture of a flogger in the background.

The tattooed gentleman nodded and said, "Good evening, Mr. Cristoff."

How in the hell would he know me? I've never been to the club before. Although they did have his picture on file from the background check that the club had performed before sending the invitation.

The bouncer, Sam, according to the embossed name on his T-shirt, pointed to the next set of double doors and told Eldridge to go right in. But not before placing a red band on his wrist emblazoned with the word Guest.

Eldridge was amazed he'd heard nothing from the other side; not a sound. The walls must be soundproof. What the hell have I gotten in to?

Red leather covered the surface of the double-access, and Eldridge felt like he was walking into an alternate universe. The problem was, he had no idea what universe he'd ambled into. At first glance, it looked like any other club -- people sitting at the bar, tables, and booths while talking, laughing, and drinking. Then he got a better look at the clientele. Men and women appeared in various stages of dress and undress. He tried not to gawk, but it was difficult. While heading to the bar, he spied a woman attached to a long chain by her nipples and casually strolling with a man holding the other end. Shit.What the hell have I gotten into?

The club was beautiful and sleek. An artist would say the straight lines and dark, muted colors enhanced the desired atmosphere. Almost everything was leather -- sofas, chairs, barstools, even the edge of the bar. The color scheme was black or white with gray or subdued yellow accents. The lighting was low but sufficient to give a secure and homey feeling. Mirrors and abstract art adorned the walls. Eldridge didn't understand the point of abstract art, but from what he saw, the décor went perfectly with the club.

"Piña colada. Nonalcoholic, please." He leaned forward and spoke to the bartender. He loved a fruity drink, and that one was his favorite. Chunks of coconut and bits of pineapple. Was a piña colada cliché for a gay guy? He didn't care.

As he took his beverage, Eldridge turned around in hopes of finding Isabella and her boyfriend. He spotted Issy waving to him before he'd even completed the turn and walked toward the couple. The two were comfortably ensconced on a white leather sofa with Issy perched on Johnson's lap and her head tucked under his chin. Eldridge stopped in his tracks. The couple looked absolutely beautiful together and completely content.

Isabella hadn't had an easy life prior to meeting Johnson. Afterward, it took time for the Dominant/submissive thing to run smoothly. Their late-night talks had given Eldridge an earful regarding Issy and Johnson's relationship. He knew his friend had truly found peace in her life, whatever the lifestyle may've been.

He made his way to the couch where they were seated and could see what appeared to be a stage. Actually, there appeared to be three raised zones lit with various degrees of lighting. The center one was subdued, but the flanking areas were lit. One sported what looked like a large X-shaped structure. If Eldridge remembered correctly, Issy had told him that it was called a St. Andrew's cross. A woman was attached to it and was being flogged by a very large man. Eldridge was too far away to hear any of the sounds coming from the woman, but if her expression was any indication, she was enjoying herself very much.

As Eldridge leaned down to greet Issy with a peck on the cheek, he noticed the man sitting on the far end of the sofa. Yum. Scary. Dominant. It was easy to surmise based on the way the man carried himself even in a sitting position and the way he was dressed that he was probably a Dom. Once Issy had convinced Eldridge to visit the establishment and after he'd filled out all the necessary paperwork, he'd perused a few sites on the Internet so he could at least know the difference between a Dom and a sub.

The club sported the lifestyle, as Issy liked to describe it. It was a way of life that for some unknown reason Issy felt her bestie needed to explore. Issy was a submissive when it came to her home life. At work, she was a total go-getter that took a stance on designs and implementation. And she bossed around even the largest men. But in her domestic life, she allowed Johnson to rule the roost; from Eldridge's perspective, anyway.

The only problem was, Eldridge didn't know if he completely agreed with the lifestyle. How could a person give that much control to another? Although, if Eldridge really, really, thought about it, the idea did spark something inside him. He was always in control at work, but sometimes he wanted someone else to take the reins. He wanted to relax, but it scared the hell out of him to allow someone else to rule.

Eldridge wanted to sit at the feet of the man at the end of the sofa, which completely threw him for a loop, and he immediately locked the thought away in the recesses of his brain. The last time he wanted to sit at a man's feet, he was told that he was depraved and sick. Damn, Ned had done a number on him. He'd done unimaginable things to him. Ned had turned out to be sick in his physical and emotional treatment of Eldridge. Not that Eldridge desired to be physically hurt, but he did crave more. As confused as he was, he didn't know what the more was. Isabella thought she knew what he needed.

He kissed Issy on the cheek and shook Johnson's hand.

"El, this is Dalton. One of my partners in the club." Johnson spoke as he pointed to the man at the far end of the arc-shaped sofa.

Eldridge crossed over to stand in front of Dalton. Dalton stood and extended his hand in greeting. The grip was strong and solid. His eyes raked Eldridge up and down.

El supposed he was a good-looking guy. At least that's what Issy had always told him. She called him man-pretty -- not completely masculine and not necessarily feminine. Man-pretty. At times, he wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment. He'd always known he was gay. When their classmates were looking at the opposite gender, Eldridge always looked at the boys. He loved the hard and delineated lines of their chest; not soft mounds that protruded and got in the way. Girls' breasts, yuck.

His family knew he was gay. He'd come out to them in his early teens. His parents were supportive and accepting even though it probably wasn't the lifestyle they would've chosen for him. He never brought boys home as dates, so his parents were fine with his homosexuality as long as it wasn't flaunted in their faces. Sometimes Eldridge felt very lonely, but at least he had Issy.

He wasn't the biggest, tallest, or most talkative in their current circle of friends. In fact, when he wasn't in the boardroom and high-strung from all the intensive work he did to keep his clients rolling in money, he could've been classified as a wallflower; reclusive. Eldridge didn't mind going out for a drink or two with Issy and Johnson or his coworkers, but he very much preferred to be by himself.

Finding the right man to date was hard. Eldridge didn't know how women were on the prowl all the time. His introverted personality made contacting a stranger difficult. But there had to be someone out there for him, didn't there?

Eldridge gauged the man before him with rapt attention. Damn, he thought as he tilted his head back to get a better view. Large was the first word that popped into Eldridge's mind. An imposing figure, Dalton had to be at least six-feet six-inches tall. El wondered if the size of his cock matched his height.

His pants became tighter than they already were, and his face heated as he continued to stare from beneath his lowered eyelashes. Hair so blond that it was almost white hung past his shoulders, held back with a leather thong. The strands looked silky. But what really drew Eldridge were his eyes -- cobalt blue, piercing, and the kind that could look straight into a man's soul. Eldridge shook his head as if coming out of a fog and composed himself.

That was someone Eldridge would want to get to know better. Eldridge didn't even know if he was gay. There was no way someone that large and masculine could be gay.

Okay, maybe he was stereotyping but he was most likely a Dom to boot. Some woman would be very lucky to land this fine specimen of a man.

But Dalton held Eldridge's hand just a touch too long for a casual handshake, and something sparked briefly in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Dalton."

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About Evelise

Evelise Archer is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She is a new-found lover of tea, and don’t look in her office because what you find may astound you. She currently has twenty tins of tea leaves just waiting to be brewed for her drinking pleasure. She is bilingual, lives in one of the original thirteen colonies, and is a lover of the cold weather and snow. It’s a safe bet that you may find her on the beach in the autumn and winter, but rarely in the summer. She’s been married for over thirty years to a loving man who puts up with her obsession to clean—she currently owns three vacuum cleaners—, read, and spin a tale when the voices speak to her. When she’s not in front of the computer, search her out in the local gym.

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Now Available! Sleeping Beauty: An Erotic Gay Fairytale by Kelex

Caught in the battle of a lifetime, Prince Rainier’s land is nearing surrender. Years of war have destroyed his once beautiful land and virtually everything he held dear. His forces are dwindling, his gold almost gone, and he’s facing the prospect of an arranged marriage in order to buy allies in a last ditch attempt to save his kingdom.

On a fool’s errand, he races out in search of one last hope—an old fairy tale his father had once told him of a sleeping army that could win his war for him.

The only wrinkle? He’ll have to kiss a beautiful princess in order to do it. Unwilling to let his people suffer, he’ll do what he must in order to save them all. And perhaps that princess won’t want him once she awakens… considering he doesn’t want her.

Only his princess isn’t all he’d expected.

Can he find a way to save his people and not curse two people to live in a loveless marriage?

And what’s all this nonsense about true love?

This story originally appeared on Manlike Fantasies as a short story. It has been expanded—tripled in length—and professionally edited.

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“Shhh,” Rainier said as he ran a hand down his horse’s neck. After it was apparent the animal wouldn’t calm easily, he slid from his spooked horse and continued soothing the stallion. “It’s okay, boy. According to the map, we’re almost to the village.”

There was good reason for the horse to be spooked. He cast a look to the side. Off in the distance, stood a huge ruined castle or fortress of some kind. It was hard to see, between the moon’s glow and the dense overgrowth surrounding it. A shiver raced down his spine. Something evil resided inside that place, he sensed it in his gut.

Steeling himself, he refused to let his instincts show. He’d never get Bailey to calm if he let his concern show. He ran a hand along the horse’s strong neck. “Not far, boy.” He led the horse a bit farther away from the brambles that grew closer to the structure. Noises sounded behind him… noises that didn’t sound natural…

He kept walking, leading Bailey through the dark stretch of road.

Once they rounded a corner, the moon came out from behind a cloud. Brighter, the horse seemed to calm. Rainier climbed astride and urged his steed forward. It wasn’t long before they came across an inn at the crossroads.

“I think we’ll call it a night,” he murmured to his horse, which whinnied his approval.

After leading his horse to the stables and paying the stable master a florin to get the animal cared for, he bid his horse ado for the night and ambled into the inn. A rowdy bunch was well into their cups as he edged through the crowd. Over a drunken chorus, he paid for a room, ale, and dinner before moving to a seat close to the fire.

Rainier scanned the room, searching for any signs of danger. Traveling alone was never wise, but he had no choice. He was in dire need.

The innkeeper brought over his ale and trencher filled with mutton stew. “I’ve got a room being tidied up fer ya now,” the robust man said. “Should be ready by the time ye’ve eaten.”

“Many thanks,” Rainier said before nodding to the man and taking a long drink from the pint.

The food didn’t last long. He hadn’t eaten all day. It was too salty and a bit too overcooked, but he was starving, so he ignored all that. After a refill of his pint to wash down the salt, he again scanned the room.

It had grown a bit quieter as he’d eaten. He searched over the faces of the men inside, only to have a plump woman land in his lap.

“Need someone ta warm that bed o’yers?” she asked with a coy smile.

“I doubt you’d like my bed,” he muttered before pushing her to her feet.

“A handsome chap like you? I think I’d like that verra much.”

Rainier lifted an eyebrow. He had more important things to do than argue with her. A fuck wasn’t the reason he’d come this far, alone. But then, maybe she could answer his questions. 

“How much?” he asked.

Her smile widened. “One of them florins ye’ve got should do.”

“How about I pay you one of those—if you have some news to share with me?”

A frown crossed her face. “News?”

“That fortress I passed on the way here—the one covered in vines—can you tell me about it?”

Her eyes grew wide. “Yer not thinking of going in there, are ya?”

He shrugged. He was desperate. And he’d heard the myths… if they were true, he needed something inside. “Perhaps.”

“Issa dark, dark place, that. Ya don’t wanna go there.”

He held up a coin. “I just want you to tell me all you know…” He dropped his hand. “Unless you don’t know anything.”

The woman flopped down across from him. “O’course I do.” She eyed him before lifting her chin arrogantly. “Dinner, ale, and that coin, and I’ll tell ya whatever ya want.”

Rainier sighed. “Dinner and the ale.” He leaned forward. “And if your information is strong, then I’ll pay you the coin.”

She considered him a moment before nodding. He lifted a hand and called over the innkeeper. Once he’d paid for the woman’s food, the old man muttered as he walked away.

“The story goes that there’s a princess inside that place,” she said. “Some call her Sleeping Beauty. Say she’d the fairest lass the land’s ever seen. But I say there’s no way anyone’s alive in there, asleep or not. It’s been a good three hundred years now. All’s in that place is cobwebs and bones. ‘Cept for—” 

She paused as the innkeeper delivered her food. Immediately, she took the ale and drained what had to be half.

“Except for?”

The woman lowered her tankard. “‘Cept for the dragon. He’s been in there, guarding the Sleeping Beauty for all these years. I’ve heard him myself, I have. Roaring in the middle of the night.”

Rainier averted and rolled his eyes. A dragon. Sure. There hasn’t been a dragon sighting in a thousand years or more. 

“They say the whole castle fell asleep when she did… the king, the queen… his court… his army… and his guards and knights.” The myths that surrounded the king’s elite guard and those knights were stuff of legend. They’d been powerful… unstoppable… and all brought down by a girl who couldn’t remain away from a spindle.

“That’s what I hear. A kiss from her true love will awaken the entire castle. Whoever does it will get rewarded in gold, lots of it.”

A smile crossed his face. His country was in ruins… his armies nearly destroyed. An evil tried to claim his lands.

Reawakening that sleeping army, the guards, and the knights was his last chance. The gold reward could help buy his troops the supplies they desperately needed. His neighbors had already been defeated… his country was the last bastion of hope.

He wouldn’t let his people down.

If he had to kiss some girl, so be it.

“Wait a minute? True love? The one to kiss her must be her true love?”

“So I hear.”

Rainier frowned. “The tale I heard said anyone who could get past the brambles, the mighty dragon, and awoke the princess with a kiss would receive a grand reward.”

“No telling,” the woman said. “The story’s older than I am. Either of us could be right.”

Rainier smiled ruefully, irritated at a new wrinkle in the tale.

“No reason to smile,” the woman said between bites of the stew. “Yer never gettin’ in.”

“You think so little of me, hmm?”

“Ya think yer the first who’s tried? There are bones of great knights in those brambles, even more inside with that dragon. Many a man has died trying to get the princess. None did. And they all died trying.”

He didn’t want the princess. He wanted something far greater.

Reaching into his pocket, he caressed the map he held there. He’d stumbled across it in his library months before, a token his father had received from someone. It showed a secret passage into the castle. If he could bypass the bramble and sneak in to see whatever guarded that castle, perhaps he’d have a better chance.

He withdrew the map and showed the woman a portion of it. Pointing near the spot where the tunnel began, he looked across the table.

“Know where this is?”

She cocked her head, the fork stuck between her full lips. Staring as she chewed, she finally slid the implement out before gazing at him wide-eyed. “That’s near the mill.” She pointed to a small spot. “That’s it, I’m sure.”

“You can direct me there?”

“Follow the road to Iveyville. Sign is right out there. Ya will see the mill’s blades after a few miles or so.”

Rainier smiled and handed her the coin. “Thank you.”

The woman smiled. “I can still keep ya comp’ny tonight if ya want. No additional charge.”

Rainier shook his head. “Not tonight. I have a big day tomorrow.”

Special Saturday Spotlight - Adam Charles and His Chance

Welcome Adam Charles back to Spotlight - he's here to share a peek at his new release, His Chance, the first book in the new series, Taking a Chance.

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Alex has loved his best friend Robbie’s brother, Chance, for almost a year. He wants to do something about it, but he always feared saying or doing anything would hurt his relationship with Robbie. So when Robbie says Chance has a crush on him, Alex begins to hope. Will he be able to tell Chance how he really feels, or will he let this opportunity slip through his fingers?

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Alex shoved his hands into his pockets as he made his way across the parking lot to his apartment building. He pulled his keys out as he reached the stairs and glanced up at the sound of voices.

And he looked right into the most perfect eyes he’d ever seen.

Chance smiled at him before glancing down shyly. “Hey, Alex,” he said as he moved down the stairs past him.

“Hi, Chance.” He started to step toward Chance but stopped and drew his gaze away. His best friend and roommate Robbie was bouncing down the stairs after his little brother, grinning at Alex. “Hey, man. We’re gonna go grab some pizza? Wanna come?”

I’d love to, but all I’ll be able to do is stare at your baby brother and get tongue tied.“I already grabbed something earlier. You guys go ahead. I’m just gonna turn in early.”

Robbie shrugged. “Okay. See ya later.”

“Yeah, see ya.” They began to walk away, and before he could stop himself, he added, “Bye, Chance.”

“Bye,” he called over his shoulder without really looking back at Alex.

Alex watched a minute longer before rushing upstairs, feeling anxious.

And dirty.

Chance was no kid—he was a junior in college—but Robbie definitely looked out for Chance and sheltered him at times. Alex felt his face grow hot as his mind filled with thoughts of being with Chance, both of them naked and breathless.

His throat tightened as well. It was so much more than wanting to fuck Chance. Alex wanted the younger man there with him every single day. He wanted them to do everything together, to make plans for the future together.

He wanted Chance in his life because he was in love with him.

Alex wasn’t even sure exactly when it had happened. He and Robbie had graduated from college three years ago, just a few months before Chance had started. Once the fall semester came, they’d shown Chance around and hung out with him. Alex had liked him right away and gotten used to having him around, and somehow, it had just happened.

Alex wouldn’t have believed you could fall in love without having ever even touched someone, but he had. And he had fallen hard. Far harder than he’d ever expected to. He closed his eyes as he undressed, and the entire time, he thought of Chance. He thought of his laughter and his smile. He sighed as he thought about the way Chance always played with the seam on his jeans when they watched movies or TV together. Sometimes, Alex longed to reach over and still his hand and then simply hold it. He wanted to know how soft Chance’s skin was, how strong Chance’s grip was.

Alex grasped his throbbing cock and moaned. Thinking of Chance always got him close to the edge. At times, that was a problem, but right now, he could indulge those feelings and find a measure of release.

Alex turned on the shower and got under the spray. He leaned back against the wall as he pictured Chance on his knees under the cascade of water, his mouth open and his tongue coming out to swipe over Alex’s cock.

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Sunday Spotlight - Hayden West and Guarding Mason

Welcome Hayden West back to Sunday Spotlight. Hayden's here to share a bit from their new release, Guarding Mason. If you're into hot short stories about rockstars and the ex-military bodyguards who fall for them... this might be up your alley!

Mason Stanton was a rock star. One with a stalker. His manager assigns a man to him that is suddenly the star in all his fantasies. One afternoon, everything changes.

Donavan Culpitt is used to guarding all sorts of people. What he isn’t used to is falling for his client. An unexpected discovery leads him and Mason on a new adventure. But things aren’t always meant to be and there are times when relationships can be torn apart.

Will they find their happily ever after?

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Chapter One

“Whoever is sending the threats is becoming bolder. You can’t ignore this any longer. You have to take it seriously.”

Mason “Rock” Stanton continued to stare up at the ceiling from where he lay on the couch in the suite. He began counting the swirls as he swung his left foot back and forth, skimming the plush carpet.

“How serious do you want me to be? I’m not cancelling my tour, people pay a lot of money for those tickets. The show must go on, as they say.”

His manager rolled his eyes and lobbed an orange from the mosaic bowl on the table. Rock snatched it out of the air. After rolling it around in one hand, he began peeling it, working diligently to get it off all in one piece.

“Stalkers would freak most people out.”

He raked a hand through his hair. Rock wasn’t like most people. Never had been. Growing up in a hugely abusive home, the thought of someone threatening him from a distance barely registered. To him they were nothing more than scared wimps who didn’t have the stones to face him and issue the threat to his face. The foster homes hadn’t been any better.

“If that’s the reaction he or she’s looking for, they should have picked another to be their intended victim.”

Jordan grunted. “At least you’re not ignoring this.”

Having finished peeling the orange, he popped a slice of the succulent fruit and bit down slowly, smiling as the juice spilled over his taste buds. Oranges were a weakness of his.

“It’s your job to worry about my safety. You do it so well I won’t play to the panic they want me to have, but I won’t argue with you about having extra security around.”

“Good, because it’s more than that.”

Rock paused but didn’t sit up, merely waited for his manger to continue.

“I’m assigning you a bodyguard.”

“You forgotten my security detail?”

“No, but this is different. You’re going to have a personal one as well.”

That information had him jackknifing to a sitting position. “I’m sorry, what?” Feet to the floor, he slanted his gaze toward Jordan who had his business expression on. “You know I like my privacy.”

“I don’t care, Mason.”

Shit. My real name, not my nickname. If I thought the expression was just for my own benefit this proves I was seriously fucking wrong.

Jordan continued, “You may be willing to play fast and loose with your life but I’m not willing to do so.”

Mason hid his sigh. That wasn’t it at all. He had zero intention of doing that despite his devil may care attitude. Still it wasn’t worth his time trying to explain it all to his manager, so he shrugged and got to his feet.

“Whatever you think best, Jordan.”

Suspicion flowed in his manager’s gaze. Mason didn’t flinch.

“Any questions?”

“What about?”

“The bodyguard I hired.”

Mason ate the rest of his orange within a few bites, not speaking until he’d swallowed the last bit.

“Nope, no questions. You want him here, he’s here.”

Jordan gave him a rare smile. “Thank you. I’m glad, and I want you to meet him before we head home tonight.”

Not what I wanted to hear.

“Fine.” He began toward the door to his adjoining suite. “Let me know when he’s arrived.”

“He’s here now.”

Mason paused, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Where?”

“Waiting in my suite. I’ll get him.”

Great, now I have this shadow earlier. I thought I would be home before this starts.

Clenching his hand five times around the doorknob, he then turned back as if he didn’t want to crawl into the king-sized bed and yank the covers over his eyes and sleep. He’d gotten back from last night’s party no more than an hour ago. Bottom line, I’m fucking exhausted. While he’d not wanted to go, he had an image to uphold and maintain.

“Come out here, Mr. Culpitt.”

A shadow shifted in Jordan’s doorway before a man stepped into view.

Mason couldn’t begin to explain how pleased and grateful he was for having learned years ago not to show emotion. The man coming into view was everything his dreams and fantasies were made of. Gruff, bearded, muscular, and sexy as fuck walked through the doorway.

Christ, his dick began to thicken instantly. The broad-shouldered man stood beside Jordan, topping him by about three inches. His hair, a messy blend of darks and lights, his beard as well. Slashing eyebrows were above eyes of the richest green.

“Donavan Culpitt, this is Mason ‘Rock’ Stanton.”

Mason didn’t move while the man perused him.

One sharp nod. “Sir.”

That voice was sexy personified. He needed more for his dreams and long lonely nights when it was him and his hand.

“What are your credentials?”

“Airborne Ranger for years. Been in personal protection since.”

If his question had upset him, the man didn’t show it. “What am I supposed to call you?”

“Donavan is fine. Donavan. Mr. Culpitt. Up to you.” A lazy shrug rolled those massive shoulders.

He had a whole list of names he’d like to call him, but none were ones he should be mentioning now.

“Good to meet you. I’m going to bed.” He spun on his heel and marched into his suite where he shut the door behind him with far more force than necessary. He didn’t care. Right now, his cock was having a mutiny on his jeans doing its damnedest to escape.

Resting against the door for a moment, he rubbed himself through his jeans, needing the relief. A low moan escaped him at the pressure, and he clamped his mouth shut as he undid the single button on his jeans.

This is going to suck.

Wearing only his boxers, he made his way to the bed and slid between the sateen sheets, room dark and silent. With a groan, he curved his hand around his penis after freeing it from the opening in his boxers.

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NEW RELEASE: HIS CHRISTMAS GIFT by Kelex

When you’ve lost everything, it’s hard to open yourself to others.

Will has had a rough life. An orphan at a young age, he’s lost so much. He’s insulated himself from people, focused on finding his path out of the life he was forced to lead. Now in his last year of college, he meets a man who’s lost everything, too. The connection he feels is intense, their shared experiences bonding them instantly. Sid seems to feel it, too—yet the man keeps pulling away.

The holidays approach and the two young men try to navigate their feelings of loneliness and their attraction to one another.

A series of gifts shows them both just how deep the connection they have with one another is.

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Christmas music played over the speakers. Chestnuts were roasting over open fires and Jack Frost some-such. Will had always tuned out seasonal music, but for once, he listened to the words, sensing the child-like joy in them. It only heightened the need he felt to give Sid the gift.

Will ordered them soup and wontons… as well as egg rolls… and they both ordered an entrée, along with a couple of extra ones he added on.

“You said a bunch and you meant a bunch,” Sid said as the waiter left the table.

“Gotta have enough for later, remember?”

Sid grinned. “You know, this Christmas is already turning out pretty good.”

“Chinese food at Chung’s with me… after being pawed at by old ladies? That’s something special there.”

“No… having someone who truly understands what I’ve gone through… how lonely the holidays can be. None of the platitudes. None of the pity.”

Will completely agreed.

“I haven’t been good to you,” Sid said. “I ran out after Thanksgiving… and I’ve avoided you since. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. You’re a good guy.”

Will reached over with one hand and took Sid’s. “It’s okay. I know how hard it is to let people in.”

“You’re not like other people. I know that. I want us to be friends… to know each other better.”

Will met Sid’s stare, his heart thumping a little harder than it had been a few seconds earlier.

“I feel the same way. What I already know… I sense we could be something special,” Will said, fishing the golden box from his pocket. He laid it on the table before Sid, a wide smile crossing his face. “So special that I wanted to give you something. Merry Christmas.”

“For me?” Sid asked, frowning. “You didn’t have to.”

NEW RELEASE: Devil Project Zed, 3

Menage, MMM, Gay EroticRomance, MPREG, Shifters Paranormal, Military, Action, Erotic, A BearMtn Story

Kynan has tried every trick he knows to hack into Project Zed’s system, without much luck. When the team learns of unforeseen security measures, they move into action to stop the barriers to Kynan’s hack.

Only those defenses are flesh and blood, skin and bone. Two young hackers abducted from their families and controlled by Zed—forced to hide the horrors within for nearly two decades. Once freed, they could be a valuable asset to the counter-Zed fighters, if they can recover from what was done to them.

A new elemental shows up at the same time, this one with the power to move the earth itself. Sky’s an adventurer, and his journey has led him to Bear Mountain. But he soon learns he might have even more tying his fate to the valley.

Can Kynan and Sky come together to help one of the broken wolves heal or is he too far gone? 

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Kye swallowed and pushed his glasses up his nose. “I feel an attraction to you both.” He turned to look at Lachlan.

Sky leaned in and pressed his lips to Kye’s. When he drew back, the man’s eyes were closed, his lips still puckered, ready for more. A smile came to Sky’s own lips. “I say we see where this goes.”
A growl rose from Lachlan as he watched them.

Sky saw the need in the shifter’s glowing eyes. He’d seen that same glow when Cal looked at Samuel. Watching Lachlan, he kissed Kye again.

Lachlan’s stare was fixed on them, his lips opening and a frown furrowing his brow. His head fell back slightly, his breathing growing rapid.


The kiss wasn’t just impacting Lachlan. Sky loved the feel of Kye’s lips. Soon, he pulled his attention away from the wolf and focused on the human before him. He gripped the sides of Kye’s face and kissed the man more hungrily.