New to KU - Quads of Alpha S and Tales of Triple M Ranch!

Calling either of these series *NEW* is a bit of a stretch, but they ARE NEW to Kindle Unlimited! 

Both of my early series are MM ménage erotica. NOT ROMANCE. So if you prefer to read romances, these series are likely not for you. But if you enjoy a little fun romp in space or reading about hot cowboys on a cattle farm, then by all means, have fun...

The Quads of Alpha S series was one of my first series, written back in 2013. I'm sure they show how green I was as an author back then, but even so, I had a blast writing this Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre (MMMM) erotic series. I love Sci-Fi and the possibilities it allows...

Crash Landing is the first in the series and the best place to start.

And the Tales from Triple M Ranch arrived in 2015. These guys were so much fun to write -- gay cowboys who loved to spend their free time in one another's beds!

Near the end of this series, though, you will see my pivot toward writing erotic romance versus erotica. While writing hot sex is fun, I needed more, and needed to grow as an author.

I recommend starting with Rode Hard, the first book in the series.

Coming 9/26 - Night of the Dead by Kelex Writing as Xander Kane

Night of the Dead

A Sexy, Spooky Tale...

By Xander Kane (Kelex)

Arrives September 26, 2018

After losing a bet with his friends while vacationing in New Orleans, Tig is forced to jump over one of the guarded cemetery walls and spend one hour in the dark amongst the dead. He's scared out of his mind. It being the night before Halloween doesn't help his nerves, either.

But Tig finds more than he bargained for inside those walls. He's not alone... 

A group of men gather there for a ceremony of sorts... one that places Tig naked and on his knees before them. Before the night of the dead is over, he'll be claimed, body and soul.

MMM+, Orgy, MM, Bondage, Paranormal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Spanking, Light BDSM, Public Humiliation, Public Exhibition, and Submission

Author’s Note:

Xander Kane is the name Kelex now uses when she writes fun smut (like she used to early on). If you don’t like reading a whole bunch of erotic sex scenes, loosely bound by a storyline, with just a smidge of romance, then this story just might not be for you. 

But if you do… strap in and read on.

Listening to the Voices... and introducing XANDER KANE

Nearly six years ago, I started writing erotica...

It was just for fun. The books were light on the story, heavy on the sex -- quite on purpose.

And I was shocked when the stories began to sell like crazy. People apparently liked the wicked little fantasies circling inside my mind.

Then, somewhere along the way, I made the mistake of looking at review sites.

"Not enough story"

"Pathetic"

"Just an excuse for writing sex" (Duh, that's EXACTLY what it was intended to be...)

Sadly, I listened to those voices. I started adding more story. Limiting the amount of sex. Trying to find a path in between what I enjoyed writing and what I thought people wanted.

Sales of my books slowly reduced over time. And sales, to me, are the best indicator that people like what I'm doing.

It seems I've lost a lot of my original readers, the ones who had been buying and reading my hot little fun fantasies. Lost among the bears and the mpreg and all the newfound storylines...

I want to go back to doing those fun, hot little stories.

Now, to be fair, I've really, really enjoyed the stories I've woven since then. Some of them have been really, really good. It's allowed me to stretch my writing skills and hopefully become a better writer for it. So I don't want to lose that outlet, either. I've built a slightly different following through my Bear Mountain books and the spin-offs.

The only way I can conceive of doing BOTH is to create a new pen name for the hotter stuff.

So, in the near future, there will be books that are listed as "Kelex Writing As XANDER KANE."

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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#FlashbackFriday HUDDLE, Men's Football League, 1

Flashback Friday

Huddle

Men's League, 1

Arrogant quarterback Aiden Summers thinks he’s God’s gift to football. When he’s not drafted, he and the country are shocked, but his cocky attitude barely wavers. Another offer to play ball, in a lesser league, is the best he can find to get paid to play—at least until the next season of big league ball inevitably comes knocking. Arena football team owner Bailey Thompson is retired from the big game himself, but the love of play kept him inside the business. He sees undrafted college player Aiden Summers as just what his fledgling team needs to sell more seats and raise the profile of the league itself. 

When the controlled Bailey meets with cocky Aiden, Bailey immediately knows the younger man needs a little dose of humility and where better to learn that on his knees, with the taste of the crop coming down on his flesh? Aiden’s not gay, but he can’t ignore the desire the rough caresses ignite, regardless if they’re from another man or not.

Can Bailey get Aiden to understand humility and service before it’s too late?

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Aiden stood at the cracked door, peeking in on a conversation he had no business peeking in on. If Nash’s plan worked, Aiden would land on the bench again, so he wasn’t completely out of the situation. 

He should leave, come back later. 

He couldn’t back away. 

Seeing Nash’s head bobbing above Bailey’s groin made Aiden’s cock harder than he’d ever imagine it could be. Aiden wasn’t gay, yet watching the two men get it on was the biggest turn-on he’d ever witnessed. He couldn’t see Bailey’s cock past the edge of the desk and he wanted to see it with a desperation that bordered on obsession. 

Thick and taut, his own cock screamed against the zipper of his jeans. Gripping himself through his jeans, he massaged himself, urging the length to grow even longer. It wasn’t enough, his touch lacking in every way. Aiden unbuttoned his pants and then lowered his zipper, pushing his briefs apart to let his shaft escape the close quarters. 

Palming his cock, he stroked himself as he watched the scene before him. Heat churned in his sac, the need to come spiraling through him with force. The need took his breath away. 

Bailey sliced his fingers through Nash’s hair, coaxing the man to take more of Bailey down his throat. The longer Aiden watched, he was fairly certain this wasn’t the two males’ first time in this position. There seemed to be a familiarity they shared, or Nash was very adept at sucking cock. 

Bailey began to moan louder, pumping his hips up into Nash’s mouth. Aiden quickened the pace over his own shaft, his hips moving in concert with Bailey’s. Seconds after Bailey cried out, Aiden came, shooting a thick load onto the carpet near the door—all while Nash swallowed Bailey’s load. 

As soon as it was over, Aiden was shaken. He quickly shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped them up as he heard the two men speak in low tones. 

His head spun as he rushed away from the door. He launched into the men’s room down the hall and washed his hands, cleaning off the remnants of his spunk. Aiden looked up into the mirror when he was done, still shocked he’d responded as he had. 

He wasn’t gay. 

He... wasn’t.

#FlashbackFriday - CLAIMING CALLUM (Alaxian Heirs,1)

Flashback Friday

Claiming Callum
Alaxian Heirs, 1

An alien prince was hidden on Earth twenty-five years ago, his freedom a casualty of the Alaxian Civil War.

Callum Walters has no idea of his true origins, growing up believing he’s a typical human alongside his best friend Trex. Callum hides his desire for Trex, afraid the truth will tear them apart.

When he’s attacked by strange men, Trex jumps into action, protecting Callum from danger. Callum is whisked on board an alien ship and taken off Earth. His whole world is stripped from him—everything but Trex.

Yet that relationship is changed, too. Trex is his bodyguard, sworn to his duty to the royal family, not the man Callum thought him. Betrayed, Callum pushes Trex away.

Trex refuses to be pushed and has more secrets to share with Callum, one which will bind them forever.

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“Would you jump in front of a bullet to save me?” Callum asked, his mouth working faster than his brain.

Trex turned, his stare capturing Callum’s. “I would.”

Trex’s stare held more than his admission. There was something else bubbling underneath.

Heat?

“Why would you be so hellbent on doing your duty for a planet you’ve never seen?”

Trex lifted his chin and strolled closer. “Because I was taught the Alaxian ways. When no one was around, my parents taught me the rituals and rites of our world. I understand what is at stake. I may not have seen that world, but I understand it and its traditions. And I know what my reward will be for doing my duty well.”

“Reward? I knew money had to be involved. So what do you get for protecting me?”

Trex closed in, stopping within inches of Callum. He lifted a hand and caressed the side of Callum’s face. Callum’s knees felt weak again, and he nearly dropped to the mattress. He refused to show weakness in Trex’s sight, though, and fought to stay upright, ignoring the spiraling lust caused by Trex’s nearness.

“Not all rewards are monetary,” Trex whispered before kissing Callum.

Callum felt the first touch of Trex’s lips on his, and his body exploded with need. A spark lit through him, like an electric surge that almost took his breath away. He’d wanted Trex for so long, dreaming of this moment. Trex moved his hand, sliding it to the back of Callum’s neck and drawing him closer. The kiss ignited, their lips and tongues warring with one another as Callum pressed his hands against Trex’s chest.

Amazon Vorbestellung: Hitman : verführt von einem Killer von Kelex

Hitman : verführt von einem Killer 

Von Kelex

Carter O’Conner ist buchstäblich am falschen Ort zur falschen Zeit, als er zwischen einen Killer und dessen Opfer gerät. In der sicheren Annahme, dass er der nächste sein wird, der stirbt, macht er sich auf seinen letzten Atemzug gefasst. Er will dem Killer seine Angst nicht zeigen, auch wenn er innerlich wie Espenlaub zittert.

Antony Rosetta kann die interessante Reaktion Carters einfach nicht ignorieren. Gewöhnt an das verzweifelte Betteln und Flehen seiner Opfer, respektiert er die Stärke dieses Mannes… und er kann ihn nicht vergessen, nachdem er ihn verschont hat. Angetrieben von seinen Fantasien begibt er sich nach einigen Wochen auf die Suche nach Carter, um herauszufinden, wie dieser Mann tickt.

Nach einem drastischen Vorfall möchte Carter keinen weiteren Auftrag mehr als männlicher Begleitservice annehmen. Die Situation wird bedrohlich für ihn, als er nach einigen Wochen seine Rechnungen nicht mehr bezahlen kann. Er endet erneut vor dem Killer, und hat abermals mit seinem Leben abgeschlossen.

Aber er entfacht eine Leidenschaft, die zu viel für ihn werden könnte. Können die beiden Männer sich gegenseitig wieder ins Leben zurückführen?

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Sunday Spotlight - RJ Richards and Invaded

Welcome RJ Richards to SundaySpotlight. RJ has already been a source of drama upon release -- when his book was BANNED by AMAZON!  If you're a fan of super dark dub-con, this book just might be up your alley...

INVADED
Mate Them

RJ Richards


English Edition

Danny has been part of the human resistance against the alien invasion since the day they arrived on his ruined planet. But when a daring mission goes awry, Danny is captured by the alien force and taken to the one place he has tried to avoid for so long. Their mothership. And it is a place where humans are known to go but never to return...

The Kal’vo have come to Earth with one mission and one mission only – to breed the remaining humans. Danny is the perfect addition to their breeding stock, and now they have him on their ship they’re going to do everything in their power to ensure that he submits to their demands.

But Danny has no intention of submitting...not to the first alien who comes for him...and certainly not to any of the others that follow. But Danny has never met males like these and it may be that before long, he starts to wonder exactly what he is resisting against…

BANNED BY AMAZON

UPDATE:  *An edited version has been loaded to Amazon that omits some of the harder dub-con that prevented Amazon from accepting it -- copies on the following sites are the original, full story*

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EXCERPT

It happened before Danny even realized it, before he could even think to stop it, and before he could even think to escape it. The top of the platform, the place where he was right next to, the place that had looked completely innocuous, suddenly came alive. Thick, silver chains snaked out from the sides of it and wrapped themselves around Danny’s arms. They pulled on them so before Danny could so much as gasp his arms were outstretched and locked into place.

As Danny tensed and pulled on his outstretched arms, the platform bed began to move. It lifted up, lifted Danny up, so that before long he was completely upright, directly in front of the alien, held tight to the platform, no escape possible.

“No!” Danny roared, but the alien ignored him.

He looked down at the bottom of the platform and waited for a moment. Chains soon came from the bottom too and wrapped around Danny’s ankles, pulling his legs into place, holding them wide open like his arms. A moment more and the platform started to vibrate. A whistling sounded in Danny’s ears, and his body started to shake.

For one awful moment Danny thought he was going to feel the pain that he had felt earlier. How could he possibly resist whatever the alien was going to do to him if he was doubled over in agony? But the pain didn’t come. Instead, and to Danny’s horror, his clothes started to fall away from his body, fluttering off him in tiny pieces, so that before long Danny’s body was bare and naked, his soft cock exposed to the alien’s hungry view.

The alien nodded at that and pulled Danny’s sneakers off his feet. He threw them over his shoulder. They landed on the floor with a thud.

“This is what I require,” the alien said.

Tension gripped Danny. His stomach clenched from it. He was now completely trapped. Completely vulnerable. He could do absolutely nothing to stop whatever was going to come next.

“Don’t,” he gasped.

The alien simply smiled. He moved forwards, positioning himself in a very obvious way. He placed each of his palms against the platform bed, one either side of Danny’s body. And then, slowly, so that Danny could see every movement, the alien lowered himself onto the floor.

Danny knew what the alien had planned the moment he licked his lips. Panic and fear shot through Danny at the prospect.

He tried to squirm away.

He tried to pull against the chains.

But they held firm.

There was nowhere to go.

There was no escape.

There was no stopping this!

The first touch of the alien’s tongue against Danny’s soft cock made that absolutely clear. Danny gasped from the contact. Gasped from how it felt. Again, he tried to shift his body, but it was impossible. The chains on the bed held Danny firm, and the alien took full advantage of that fact. He licked Danny from the root of his cock all the way to the head. And then he licked again. As Danny panted and squirmed, the alien licked his cock over and over and over, for one minute, for two, and then for many more.

Danny gritted his teeth.

Clenched his body.

Closed his eyes tight.

But, no matter how much he tried to pretend it wasn’t happening he could feel it. Hot lapping after hot lapping and the sensations that hot tongue created could not be denied, could not be ignored, they were right fucking there!

And Danny’s cock hardened.

He could not stop it.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop it.

Under the alien’s hot tongue Danny’s cock thickened until it was fully erect. Danny snapped his eyes open and looked down, he couldn’t help himself. His cock-head was red and swollen. Pre-cum blossomed on the tip. The alien licked it up with a soft growl.

“No...” Danny gasped.

“Yes,” the alien said.

“Don’t do this,” Danny heard himself beg because what else was there now but that? For all his bravado, for all his plans, begging was his only option.

“But your cock is hard for me, human,” the alien said and there was no denying the satisfaction in his tone.

“Because you made it hard!” Danny gasped.

“I made you hard.”

Danny shook his head. “No...I...that’s not what I meant!”

“But that’s the truth,” the alien said. “And soon you will beg me to continue. Beg me to never stop from pleasuring you.” He paused. “And, I will pleasure you. Over and over I will give you exactly what you need.”

Sunday Spotlight - April Andrews and Free the Beasts

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Excerpt

Patrick, the head scientist of this little freak show, loved to suck cock. And not just now and then, and not just as a prelude to the main event, but all the time, and as often as he possibly could. In that he reminded Ellis of Dr. Christian.

Dr. Christian…Ellis sighed…it was actually Dr. Christian’s fault that Ellis found himself in his current position.

Stuck in a lab.

Trapped in a lab.

And at the mercy of all the shifters in here who wanted to get their hands on a hot, little omega.

Well, Ellis frowned, it wasn’t just Dr. Christian. Ellis had to take a little bit of the blame. After all, no one had forced him to accept Christian’s advances, no one had forced his cock into Christian’s mouth…and no one could have known that Dr. Christian’s wife would walk in on them just as they were getting into the swing of things.

She had not been happy. Ellis could remember well the look on her face as she caught her husband with a mouth full of cum. As a ranking scientist in Meta Pharmaceuticals, she had ultimately been responsible for sending Ellis here.

A puzzle she’d called it.

He only had to find his way out the other side.

Only then would he be able to return to his old life.

Of course, she’d neglected to mention that there were three beasts between him and the other side of the lab, and that each and every one of them were expecting to be pleasured by the latest omega introduced into their environment.

She probably imagined it as a fitting punishment. Ellis getting his just desserts. Ellis had too in the beginning, once he realized exactly what was happening.

Sunday Spotlight - Jayson Jax and Bred by the Cavemen

Welcome Jayson Jax back to Sunday Spotlight.  Jayson is sharing a bit from Bred by the Cavemen, the second Caveman Isle M-PREG novella.

Jaime Gallagher was nothing like the son his father wanted. The two had spent years at odds, but a chance desire to see his father’s pet project on the mysterious island Sir Ian Gallagher owned brought Jaime into the middle of chaos. Months before, the creatures Sir Ian had bred on the island had broken from their prisons and claimed the island for themselves.

Jaime is imprisoned, kept captive as the new leaders of the island decide his fate.  While awaiting their decision, he chooses to live out a fantasy—one where he would give himself to one of the cavemen on the island.

He hadn’t planned for one to become two. Na’ear and Tig’un seem to be a package deal, and Jaime won’t say no to double the loving.

When feelings emerge, and strings threaten to entangle his future, he’s rudderless in a sea of emotions. Will he escape Caveman Isle, or will he stay and face a future with two cavemen?

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Jaime Gallagher scanned the BDSM club from his seat in the VIP section. The throb of the base pulsed like a raw nerve within his bodies as he watched the scantily clad men and women rubbing themselves against one another. The search was on… looking for another in a long series of hookups in the search for Mr. Right.

Mr. Right? Maybe that’s a bit too far…

The something special he kept searching for wasn’t there. Above him, on the second and third levels of the club, was where the real action was. He rose from the packed booth, lifting his glass of high dollar champagne in one hand, knowing full well if his father was going to ream him for his charges, he better damned sure enjoy them. Jaime strode through the throngs of dancers, wedging himself between grinding bodies as he moved.

He was groped a few times.  Luckily for the gropers, he didn’t mind that shit.

Too bad none of them had that spark in their eye that made him think they could follow up that first grope with the kind he really liked. After climbing the stairs to the second floor, he perused the play. There were several scenes happening at once, out in the open. Voyeurism was fun, but could only get him so far.

All the rules and the limits and the core of BDSM were there for a reason, and he completely understood and respected them… they kept everyone safe. But there were times when he just wanted some big, muscled man to force him to his knees and take. For there not to be a long conversation about boundaries and limits.  No contracts. No safewords.

The few times he’d thought he’d found partners who’d comply with his desires, they’d still held back. He could sense their hesitance as they seemed to watch him intently for cues and often read them wrong.

He paused at a scene where a male sub was being flogged by his master. The leather-clad men were well-built and hot as hell, but it still only kept his interest for a few moments. He walked on, passing a Domme and her female, two subs with their Dom, and then a pup and his owner. None grabbed him.

The next scene was a bit more intriguing.  A bit of costume play. A caveman and submissive cavewoman. His eyes widened as he watched them fucking, his thoughts drifting to the island.

His father’s island.

He hadn’t physically been in the man’s presence in nearly two years. Sir Ian was a lot to handle. Distance helped make civility possible.

The last time he’d seen his father had been at his father’s home in the Caribbean. Jaime drew in a deep breath, remembering the ghastly things he’d seen there. Yet, some of it had been tempting… in a way it shouldn’t have.

“Never imagined you liking a scene like this,” a voice whispered in his ear.

Jaime turned to see Drew Colesworth, one of his university pals.  He chuckled at the raised eyebrow the man had.  “I was lost in thought.”

Drew smiled, a hint of something in his eyes. He turned to see the caveman pumping deep into the woman. “I’ll never quite understand the allure.” Drew tilted his head some.

“Never been inside a woman?”

“Almost,” Drew admitted.  “I just couldn’t do it. Of course, I told all my friends that I had just to get them off my back and totally ruined the poor girl’s reputation.”

“Prat,” Jaime said.

“I ended up asking her to be my girlfriend for a few months when I went on vacation with my parents. They agreed to let her go simply because they were glad to think I wasn’t gay.  She ended up getting a European holiday out of it and didn’t have to fuck me.  I think she ended up getting repaid for her troubles.”

“A month or two with your parents?” Jaime asked, shaking his head.  “I think you owe her for that hell, too.”

“As if your parents are much better.”

“Mum is okay.  When she’s not drunk,” Jaime said.  “She’s off with her new boytoy in Greece or Turkey or somewhere.”

“Sir Ian?”

“He’s off in the Caribbean, working on his secret project.”

Drew lifted his brows.  “Secret project.  Oh, do tell.”

Jaime grasped Drew’s elbow and led his friend away from the scene and into a dark corner near the back stairs. “He made me sign an NDA.”

“A non-disclosure? He’s your father.”

Jaime met Drew’s stare.  “He’s a businessman who just so happened to breed with my mother.”

Drew laughed. “I always think my parents are bad until I start hearing about yours.”

Jaime’s gaze shifted back to the two cavepeople, an idea forming. “Those flying lessons you took… ever finish?”

“I’m a certified helicopter pilot,” Drew said with a smile.

“Ever been to the Caribbean?” Jaime asked.

“You do realize we can’t fly a helicopter from here to there,” Drew asked, suspiciously.

“My father has a company jet I can try to secure for the transatlantic flight. He also has a home near Miami that has a small private airport.  I can ensure there’s a helicopter there for our use.”

“You want to go see your father?”

“No,” Jaime answered.  “I want you to see what he’s got on that island.”

Drew grinned, his white teeth flashing in the dark.  “Ready whenever you are.”