Guest Author - Misha Paige and A Serpent's Bond

Welcome Misha Paige to my blog this weekend. She's sharing a bit of her recent release, A Serpent's Bond.

A former foster kid, Hudson always had a simple dream for a perfect life. A husband to love and a family he could come home to every night. It wasn’t a fancy wish, but it might as well have been. 

Approaching forty, he’s still single—and fighting the battle of the bulge—so his dream probably wasn’t going to happen. Not in this lifetime. 

Especially not with Drakein Nacash, the drop dead gorgeous man who’s the subject of his nightly fantasies and barely even knows he exists. 

In one day, his life is turned upside down and he’s introduced to a myth turned real. What if he could have everything he ever dreamed of? 

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I stepped into a huge office, my eyes immediately drawn past the sleek wooden desk that was clear of all clutter, to the wall of windows overlooking Central Park. I was still standing, lost in the view when I heard an elevator behind me. Surprised, I turned to watch Mr. Nachash walk out of a set of doors at the far side of the room.

I swallowed down my knee-jerk of lustful thoughts, praying that my dick wouldn’t humiliate me by standing at full attention.

At well over six and half feet tall with a bone frame that went well past large, he should’ve looked like a lumbering giant as he walked towards me. Instead, he moved with a sinuous grace, the lines of his charcoal gray suit flowing with every step. His black eyes tilted in his longish face as he smiled at me. His thick dark blonde hair was pulled back in its usual leather tie at the base of his head, and my fingers itched to run through those silken-looking strands.

Or have him trail the ends over my naked body.

I couldn’t hold back my shudder of arousal.

His nostrils flared and heat flashed in his eyes before he stepped up to me and smiled. “Hello, Hudson.” After a long moment where all I could do was blink up at him, he chuckled. “May I have the envelope, please?”

Embarrassment stained my cheeks as I stammered, “Y…yes. Of course.” I handed it to him, a wave of bitter disappointment flooding me as I started to back away. What the hell? Had I actually thought there had been more to this?

“Hudson, wait.” His deep voice stopped me in my tracks as he moved closer, tossing my delivery onto a leather club chair, dropping to a husky whisper as he continued, “That was only an excuse to get you back here.”

My gaze shot back up to his. “What—why?”

“Because I can’t do this out there and I’m tired of fucking waiting for you to give me a green light when I attempt small talk.”

Green light? No, he can’t mean—

In the next second his mouth covered mine as his hands yanked my body against his. The kiss wasn’t the least bit gentle as my lips, then my jaw was forced open. His tongue invading, in a passionate attack that had me moaning into it as I went limp, surrendering.

A muscled thigh thrust between my legs as his hands pulled me tighter, my aching cock rubbing almost painfully hard against him.

When he pulled away from the kiss I whimpered as my mouth tried to follow his. He dug his hand into my hair, holding me still while his chest heaved. His eyes burned down at me as he spoke. “How far do I take it, Hudson? If you tell me to stop, I will but, I want to touch you more.” He braced his forehead against mine as he let out a ragged breath. “After all this time I need to keep touching you.”

Common sense and all thoughts of self-preservation died away as I saw the desire in his eyes, felt his thick dick rubbing against me. This wasn’t me. The urge to surrender was overwhelming and frightening, but as I felt an answering need firing through me I didn’t care anymore. “Take anything you want. My mouth, my ass. Anything.”

His dark eyes held mine, intense and triumphant. “Of your own, free will, you are giving me anything I desire?”

A voice screamed in the back of my head, but I didn’t care. “Yes!”

Guest Author: Misha Paige and Dragon Marked

Welcome Misha Paige back to my blog as she shares a bit of  her recent release Dragon Marked, the third book from her Kindled by Fate series.

As he watches over the sleeping dragon, Bane wonders why he is strongly drawn to Jaden. Vivid dreams confuse him even more as he aches to see the dragon break free of the spell he is trapped by. When Jaden is finally liberated, and Bane realizes that they are mates, he vows to stay by Jaden’s side. But he fears the repercussions of a witchborn with a dark past being mated to the High Priest of Drakos.

Jaden arises from the spell, healthy but no longer whole. While he is determined to stay strong, he wonders what good is he. Somehow he will have to prove to his clutch and more importantly, to himself, that he is still worthy of being the chosen of Drakos.

Yet the hardest battle he will face may be the fight for his own mate’s heart, for while Bane has given Jaden his loyalty and commitment, he may never give his heart. How can a man who has never known love recognize it, even when it stands before him?

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Strong arms came around me as I snuggled against the hard body behind me. His heat spread a soft glow through me as I turned in his arms so I could look up into his dark gaze.

His handsome, chiseled features took my breath away as he smiled down at me.

“Am I dreaming again?”

Jaden’s husky voice answered me. “If so, it is a good dream, is it not?”

I stroked my hand over his cheek, smiling as he nuzzled it. “Yes, it is.” I had lost count of how many times he had come to me like this.

Since this was not real I could indulge myself. I threaded my fingers through his chestnut waves, the hair thick and silky against my skin. “Will you ever wake to the real world?”

“When it is time,”he said on a moan as I pressed against him tighter.

“Why has it taken so long?” I asked. “The healing sleep should have ended long ago.”

“It takes as long as it takes,” Jaden said enigmatically, but his gaze softened on my tightened lips and he seemed to relent. “Galen saved me when he cast a stasis spell on me, but it affected how the healing potion worked. And I was so weakened that I am caught for the moment, but I will eventually be strong enough to break free.”

I ducked my head only for him to lift my chin in his hand.

“Bane, why are you upset?”

“Because I wish that this was real so I know you will come back.” I felt the dampness in my eyes escape as a tear trailed down my cheek.

“Why do you think that this is not real?”

“It is only a dream.” I looked up at him, confused. “Why do I dream of you? Why do I haunt your room, praying to see you open your eyes?”

Jaden stared down at me, intense emotions stirring in his gaze. “Why do you think you feel that way?”

Frustration filled me, but I dared not pull away from him. I could feel the edges of the dream becoming ragged, and I tried to cling to him tighter. “I only spoke to you a few times, for barely more than a moment on each occasion, yet you consume my dreams.” I could feel him diminishing in my grasp. “No! I want to stay!”

“Soon, precious one. I am growing in strength every day.” Jaden’s words were patient yet his hands tightened on me, holding me with a desperation that matched mine as he faded. “And there is one thing you have not considered about the dreams.”

“What?” I stood clasping empty air as his final words reached me.

“That it is me, dreaming of you.”

Guest Author - Misha Paige and Dragon Born

Welcome Misha Paige to my blog.  She's sharing a little from her recent release, Dragon Born.  If you haven't read this story -- you MUST!  It is so good.

As a young man, Martel stood against a tyrant and it nearly cost him his life. When the prince who saved him ascended the throne, Martel swore himself to the new king’s service. But over the years his gratitude and loyalty have deepened to something far more.

To stop a madman, Pyrrhos sacrificed his chance at happiness. So he devoted himself to leading his people out of his father’s shadow, no matter the resistance he faced. Now he has been given the gift of a grandson to pass his legacy on to and he is determined to secure the throne for his chosen heir.

And even though it is selfish when he knows his time is running out, he cannot stop reaching for the man who should have been his.

As Pyrrhos’ fate draws closer, treachery from within the court will threaten everything he holds dear, forcing him into a painful choice.

When the truth about Pyrrhos is revealed, Martel will have to defy fate itself to save the man he loves.   

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Martel kissing the other man, running his hand down over the swell of the man’s ass. The memory of his mouth crushing mine. His kiss claiming me as fire raced through me. By the Gods, had it only been three days ago? 

The glimpse of what could have been shattered my heart. 

I fell to my knees as the pain drew my change closer. Claws shot out from my fingers as patches of copper scales appeared on my skin. Bones snapped and lengthened as I struggled, my clothes tore and fell off. Clothes usually disappeared only to come back when the magic was called again. But since I fought the change the normal rules did not apply. And I had to fight because if I surrendered to my true nature I would destroy the man Martel had chosen over me.

I would rend him limb from limb no matter how innocent he was.

A burning agony nearly consumed me as I reached for the power to control my rage.

I am not a monster! 

Holding fast to that thought, I managed to push the change away. My claws drew back into my fingers. My skin returned to its normal hue, and limbs returned to a human-like length. But I could not leash the fury that still burned. Desperate for a way to let it out, I grabbed a chair from the private dining table in the corner and smashed it to the floor. Visceral satisfaction flooded me as it broke apart. I reached for another. Another chair shattered on the floor. And another, until all six were splinters on the ground but the rage still filled me. I picked up an intricately carved chest and threw it just as Martel burst into the room with his blade drawn and gaze frantically searching the room, pausing for a brief moment on my naked form.

“Where is the danger?” His voice was a fierce snarl.

“There is no danger!” My pained yell caused him to pause in shock. “Why are you not buried balls deep in your chosen bedmate?” I snarled the words at him, part of me enjoying his flinch at my anger. The ball of fiery rage flared, needing to lash out at the cause of it. I clenched my fists, the pain of my nails digging into my own flesh not even close to distracting me, and whirled away from him. Mayhap if I could not see him I could keep from doing something I knew I would regret.

“Because he is not you!”

There was not even a moment to react to that shocking declaration before strong arms spun me around. Martel pinned me to him with one arm and buried his other hand in my hair, yanking my head back. Flames of need raced through me, and I barely had a chance to see an answering heat in his eyes before he plundered my mouth. 

Guest Author - Misha Paige

Welcome Misha Paige who's bringing a little taste of her new release, Dragon Claimed, the first in the Kindled by Fate series.

When Josiah defies a powerful man to save his sister he is left as a sacrifice to the   mountain dragon. To his shock, instead of being killed, he is offered a chance of a new life by the dragon who found him.

Drawn to Alaric, Josiah yearns for more than friendship and finds that it could be possible, that he could be part of triad mating with Alaric and his mate, Krystos who is away serving as guard to the dragon king.

When Krystos returns a tragic misunderstanding almost shatters them before they begin, yet Josiah will not give up the chance fate has given him.

But how can they claim him, a human?

Except, Josiah could be more than he appears. And when Alaric is threatened while Krystos is away it will be up to Josiah to save him.

If he is strong enough to embrace what sleeps deep within his blood.

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With all that I had learned, I dared to think that I would soon be able to call Alaric friend with no reservations still in my heart.

Yet, surprisingly, it was not the fear of his being dragon that caused those few misgivings. It was my own folly. The way I would catch myself studying the way his pants clung to his body, defining every muscled line. The rounded curves of his buttocks that made my hands itch to touch when he bent over to pick something off the floor.

The sharp definition of his chest and shoulders as he moved furniture around in my room to make it more my own.

And sometimes I would swear that he looked at me the same.

It was confusing and terribly exciting at the same time. If he gave me one word of encouragement I thought that I might just throw caution to the wind and offer myself for his pleasure.

Or just crook his finger in my direction.

Every night when he wished me a good night's rest I would perceive a faint yearning in his gaze and my breath would catch, as I wondered—hoped—that this night might be the one where he asked me to keep him company in his room.

But he never did.

This night I was tossing and turning in my bed, unable to sleep because of the fevered dreams of Alaric caressing me, kissing me, fucking me when I heard a strange noise coming from the other room.

Alaric's room.

I rose from my bed and started to investigate. Then I hesitated halfway across the chamber that separated our bedchambers. Yet, there it was again.  Almost sounding like a pained groan. My breath caught.

Was he ill?

Another, deeper moan drifted to me and I knew I had to make sure he was alright. So I pulled the curtain slightly to one side, just enough that I could peek through and check on him.

My gaze went first to the bed that was much larger than mine but it was empty. I started searching the room, finally coming to a stop as my jaw dropped open in shock.

Alaric was not ill.

Oh my Gods above!

Across the room from me, Alaric sat on the edge of a heavy wooden, armless chair that sat against the wall, legs spread wide as he leaned back.

Naked.

One hand was pinching his nipple, bringing it to a stiff point before transferring his attention to the other one. The remaining hand was pulling and squeezing on his large, furry balls. His long, thick cock jerking in time to his pulls, slapping his belly, leaving a thin rope of pre-cum as it bounced away. He was beautiful and mesmerizing.

I could not tear my gaze away. I licked my lips as I imagined walking over to him, dropping to my knees, and taking him so far down my throat that I would choke on him. My dick hardened to its full length, so aroused it was already leaking fluid.

When he stood, I froze in fear. Had he seen me spying on him? Was he going to be angry that I had not turned away from his display, invading his privacy? But I quickly realized that he had other plans.

There, in the middle of the seat, which had been hidden from my gaze was a cock. Carved, smooth and made of a marbled stone, it was slightly curved and almost as large as the one between Alaric's legs. I watched shamefully, lustfully, as Alaric dipped his fingers into a bowl on a small table and coated the stone cock in a shiny substance.

When he straddled the dick, pressing the tip to his ass, I shoved a hand in my mouth to prevent my moan of need from escaping. When he made a pained sound, I clenched my jaw, watching while he pressed down, swallowing the tip into his channel.

My other hand snaked its way down my body to rub against my rod, pushing aside my nightshirt, as Alaric reached above him to two metal posts that were fixed to the wall. I held back a whimper as he used those to push down, forcing his body to take the stone cock all the way in until his balls slapped the seat and he groaned in gratification.

Alaric started moving, hard and fast plunges that had pained pleasure written all over his face. I watched him fuck himself on the chair harder and harder, rubbing and squeezing my dick as I continued to muffle my cries into my other hand. Just when I knew I was going to hit that hot crest of desire, Alaric threw back his head as ropes of thick, creamy cum shot all over his belly and chest. The pleasure that covered his face was what had my cock spilling the wet heat of my orgasm, soaking the soft nightshirt as I swallowed down my moans.

Still shaking from the intensity of my release, I let go of the curtain and hurried back to my room on unsteady legs, hoping that I managed to flee quietly—embarrassed that I had watched such a private moment, yet knowing deep inside I was praying to experience it all over again.

Guest Author - Misha Paige and Beneath the Waves

Welcome Misha Paige to my blog -- she's a debut author at TEP and just released her first book - Beneath the Waves this week.  I read the story and really enjoyed it -- as well as the bit of surprise as to who Taylor's phantom lover is.  Very hot read and I think you'll enjoy!  Here's a sneak peek of Beneath the Waves.

Hungering for him…

For weeks Taylor has felt a presence watching him, convinced it was just the fantasy of a lonely man. He yearns for a connection to someone, he’s too afraid to risk his heart.

Maybe he was just crazy.

Until one night everything changes. Taylor is pleasured by an unseen entity, one that returns again and again as hungry for Taylor as he is for it. One that willingly fills every one of Taylor’s desires.
Taylor learns there is more to this presence than just lust. There is loneliness, need and a heartbreaking hope for acceptance that matches his own.

Slowly, the man who always shied away from people is drawn closer and closer to something that wants him desperately. Something that could give him everything he ever dreamed of.

If Taylor will take the risk.

If Taylor can accept what lies beneath the waves.

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Chapter One

I was spending the evening watching a porn video on the laptop while lying on my bed—my eyes devouring the screen as the cute, dark-haired twink moaned loudly while two thick dicks fucked him slowly. God, that looked so good. I tried to imagine it was me being impaled by those wide cocks, being split wide open as I was helplessly pinned by two men as they took what they wanted from me. The butt plug in my ass was my largest, but it didn't come close to comparing to the thick cocks I watched hungrily. But it stretched me good enough to mostly satisfy that desire.

Continuing to watch and imagine, I was going to enjoy myself as much as I could during this rare moment alone in the house. My roommate was gone for the night so I could be as loud as I wanted. My hand rubbing and stroking my seven inches, I was enjoying the smooth glide from the lube. Moaning aloud as I squeezed and rolled my balls with my other hand, sometimes pulling on them hard enough for a dark bite of pain. I gave them a hard yank, crying out even louder since there was no worry of being overheard by the guy I'd had a crush on since the day he moved in. My cock bounced against my stomach, leaving a few drops of liquid behind as the hairs tickled it. I kept stroking and pulling, driving my arousal even higher.

As hard as I was, I wasn't ready to finish myself off yet. This was too good to end so quickly.

No, that was a lie. I was waiting—holding out hope I would feel the presence of my silent, unseen voyeur. That pulsing hunger that had started haunting my room as I pleasured myself.

At first I'd thought I was crazy all those weeks ago when I’d felt eyes on me when I was playing with myself. But it happened so often I'd spent hours looking for some type of hidden camera or peephole.

Nothing.

Yet the feeling continued, slowly growing stronger. The idea of being watched was so arousing. I'd started performing, drawing out my pleasure while I put myself on display, like now, moving until I had my knees bent and legs spread wide so the base of the plug was plain to see. The only drawback was that I didn't have it secured to a chair like I preferred so I could move, fucking myself on it hard and deep as my dick bounced wildly until I finally grabbed hold and pulled it in a painfully tight grip before finally shooting.

At least this one had a remote so I could start it vibrating for an extra kick.

But I knew it would be the feeling of being on display for the other’s entertainment that would probably push me over the edge.

Taylor, you’re fucking losing it.

Just when I'd given up, I felt those hungry eyes taking in the scene I was setting. My pulse raced as, finally, I could get serious. Reaching down I took hold of the base, moving it in and out, slowly, just wanting to ratchet up my desire even more while I performed. I tilted it just right to bump my prostrate, shuddering at the explosion of sensation. My dick was leaking all over my stomach by now.

The hunger pulsing in my room pushed me even higher. God, I wanted to come, needed to so damn bad. So I let go of the toy and grabbed the Fleshjack I had ready and waiting, groaning as I slid just the tip of my cock in. The feeling of a yearning stare intensified. "You want to watch me slide it all the way in? Fuck my dick with it? Going faster and faster until I shoot?"

The greedy desire in the room became almost palpable as I pushed myself in the lubed toy just a fraction deeper. I couldn't hold back my whimper, my cock so hard and needy it approached a painful level as it slid into the tight grip of the toy.