Sunday Spotlight: Stormy Glenn and A Very Hot Mess Christmas

Welcome Stormy Glenn back to Sunday Spotlight! She's here to share a bit from her new release, A Very Hot Mess Christmas!

Note: Many are aware of the brouhaha surrounding Jimmy Thomas and the very tactless, inconsiderate delivery of his recent post. Stormy sent me this cover/info nearly two weeks ago, and her covers have been made months ago. Let's not punish her for his BS, please.

A VERY HOT MESS CHRISTMAS

Hot Mess 8

Lany

It was the Christmas season and I wanted to make it special. We'd been through a lot lately and we needed something to remind us of how wonderful our life was. It really sucked that there were forces working against my happy little holiday. When someone starts stalking me, planning for Christmas pales in comparison to keeping my family safe. But the Christmas season was a time for family and I'd be damned if I let someone mess with mine.

Salvador

Lany was the hot mess in our relationship, so it was surprising when I ended up being the one injured in a stupid accident. Having to rely on Lany and the kids to save me wasn't something I was accustomed to. When forces beyond our control interrupt our holiday plans, being injured hampers my ability to protect my family. But the Christmas season was a time for family and I'd be damned if I let someone mess with mine.

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STORY EXCERPT

Lany

"One little, two little, three little munchkins," I sang out as I counted heads. Seven kids in all.

We were good.

"Okay, is everyone ready to go?" I knew I was, simply if it was to get people moving. We'd been getting ready to go for over an hour now. Granted, there were a lot people to get ready—Me, Sal, and our brood of kids. Angelo and his son Cole. 

And, strangely enough, Officer Sam Brodsky. I hadn't expected him to want to go with us to find a Christmas tree.

We'd invited my parents along, but my mother had looked at me with such horror, I'd quickly said we'd go shopping at Bloomingdales later in the week instead. 

My father had just chuckled and shook his head at me as if asking my mother to drive a couple hours out of the city to go hunt down the perfect Christmas tree was something I should have known my mother would freak over.

The traitor.

"Okay, everyone out to the cars."

"Can I ride with you?"

I glanced down at Cole, who stood next to Mikey. Ercole Delvecchio had grown so much since I first met him when he was a toddler. He was five now, the same age as Mikey, which made sense as they were best buds. 

"Ask your dad and make sure it's okay with him."

Cole beamed up at me. "I already did and he said I had to ask you."

"Okay." I smiled. "If you ride with us, Mikey can ride with your dad."

Yes, I was evil.

"Oh." Cole's face fell.

"Or, you could both hurry out to the car before anyone else and make sure you get seats right next to each other."

Cole and Mikey were off like a shot.

Evil, but damn smart too.

That was two down.

Now, I just needed to figure out how to get the rest of them moving along. 

I never realized just how much time I took to get ready to go anywhere until we adopted the twins. With babies in the house, there wasn't a lot of time to primp. I'd had to cut back on my daily beauty preparations. 

Now, with six kids to get ready to go, I barely had time to pull a brush through my hair. I can't even remember the last time I'd spent more than a few minutes in front of the mirror, let alone went to a salon or spa.

It was a good thing Sal loved me.

"Lincoln, are you sure you don't want to go?"

I still couldn't believe we had Lincoln Thomas staying in our house. Having no idea who the man was, I'd googled him when we arrived home from our recent vacation to the Bahamas. I had been shocked at what I found.

Lincoln Thomas, lead singer for the band Trixx, was known worldwide. He'd won more awards than anyone I knew and was considered one of the top singers in his industry.

Unfortunately, as we had all recently learned, with that fame came a boatload of crap I wouldn't have wished on anyone. Lincoln had been betrayed by his manager then kidnapped and tortured by an insane fan who wanted to keep him all to herself. I had been shot in the ensuing chaos and several of my friends had been injured and kidnapped.

It hadn't been a fun vacation.

The man gave me a small wobbly smile. "No, I'm good. I'm just going to go back to the guesthouse and read a book or something."

"Okay."

What else could I say?

I winced as I watched the man's shoulders hunch as he walked away. Lincoln was damaged on a level I was well acquainted with. I'd been kidnapped, whipped, and tortured just like he had, only, I had Sal to love on me afterwards and chase my demons away. Lincoln had no one, which was why he was staying with us for the time being.

The man needed a place to heal.

"I've packed you enough food to keep the kids happy on the road."

I brightened as I took the small cooler from our new housekeeper and cook. "Thank you, Mrs. Martinez."

We had also brought her and her son back from the Bahamas. I'd taken my father's suggestion and hired the woman to work for us. We now had homemade food anytime we wanted it, day or not. 

Her son, Dalton, was learning what it took to care for an estate in the city instead of a villa in the Bahamas, and going to the university the rest of the time.

Mrs. Martinez's eyes twinkled. "There's a cupcake in there for you too, dear."

I beamed. "Thank you, Mrs. Martinez."

For some reason I couldn't fathom, the older woman had taken a liking to me. I wasn't arguing. She made the best cupcakes.

"Have fun our your day out. I will have dinner on the table at seven."

"Yes, ma'am."

I knew not to be late. Mrs. Martinez might cook like a dream and always have something around for us to munch on, but meals were set at very certain times. 

After watching Mrs. Martinez walk away, I clapped my hands together and shouted, "The car is leaving in five minutes, with or without you."

I knew that wouldn't phase Emily as she didn't really want to go. She wanted to stay home and chat with her friends. 

Not happening.

This was a family outing and we were all going.

"If you stay here, you'll be doing chores until we get back."

I smiled as five kids trudged past me and out the front door.

Worked every time.

"Sal!"

"Coming."

My eyebrows lifted when I realized he was coming out of his office and not down the stairs from the bedroom, which was where he'd been the last time I'd seen him. "Trouble?"

"No, baby. I wanted to make sure Clarke knew I'd be unavailable for the rest of the weekend."

The corners of my mouth lifted. "Really?"

Sal stopped right in front of me. His hand curled around the side of my face. "I promised you an entire weekend to prepare for Christmas, didn't I?"

"Yeah." But I never thought it would actually happen.

"So, now Clarke knows not to call me." Sal's grin made my heart beat a little faster. "Even if the city burns down."

"Can you do that?"

I could hope.

ADULT EXCERPT

"Wake up, caro." I slid my hand over the Lany's svelte chest. I tweaked a nipple with my fingers. The hot little mess arched further as he spread his legs. "Lany."

I grinned as I tweaked the other nipple and kissed along the man's jaw. Spanning my hand over Lany's stomach, I scraped my nails along his silky skin. 

Lany whispered my name.

"You are so beautiful, Lany." He took my breath away every time I looked at him, and that hadn't changed in all the years we'd been together.

Lany's eyelids fluttered open. He blushed, which only made my dick throb more. Lany reached for me, pulling me down for a kiss. He licked at my lips more than kissed them. It sent a ripple of pleasure down my spine.

I leaned in for a kiss, but what I received were waves of electrifying pleasure that started at my lips and shot down until they reached my toes. My whole body seemed to come alive as Lany opened for me, sucking my tongue like he was dying. I stuck my tongue out, sliding it across Lany's lower lip. Lany opened for me, allowing me to invade his mouth. I plunged in, sweeping through and leaving my senses on fire.

I ghosted my hands over Lany, taking in his beauty as I kissed my way around to his neck. I felt the hard pulse in Lany's throat as I licked my way to the other side. Lany was like the food of the gods, and I wanted to taste every inch of him.

I parted my lips and sucked Lany's nipple between my teeth. I groaned at how good Lany's skin smelled. I could smell hot summer rain, taste it. My favorite scent.

As I licked at Lany's nipple with my tongue, I smoothed my hand over his body. It was incredible just how soft and flawless Lany's skin was. I couldn't seem to stop touching him. No matter what area my hands skimmed over, Lany's skin was pure perfection.

"You're so soft, Lany," I said as I kissed my way from one side of Lany's body to the other, listening to Lany's quiet moans of pleasure and the soft rhythm of his heart. 

I pushed the blankets down to bare Lany's cock for my viewing—and touching— pleasure. It bounced up and slapped against Lany's abdomen. 

The man even had a beautiful cock.

I leaned forward and blew across the purplish head, feeling the long shudder that passed through Lany. When I glanced up, I saw Lany had his lips caught between his teeth and his eyes closed tight. 

I smirked. 

I leaned forward again and licked the drop of pre-cum gathering on the head of Lany's cock. I groaned at just how sweet the taste really was. I suckled at the head and savored the man's flavor before I took the cock all the way down my throat. 

Lany shouted and writhed. 

I gripped the man's hips to still him. 

Lany thrashed his head back and forth. 

I lavished Lany's cock with my tongue.

I could hear Lany above me, crying out every time I swallowed him down my throat. It spurred me on to do more. I moved my hand between Lany's legs. I pushed against his knee with my shoulder, encouraging Lany to spread his legs wider. 

It worked. 

Lany spread his legs enough for me to reach between them and find his hole. I sucked Lany's cock into my mouth then let it slide out as I began kissing my way down to the sweet puckered hole waiting for me. 

I grabbed the lube and quickly slathered up my fingers then pushed one into Lany's tight ass. Lany cried out above me. I began a slow rhythm of moving my finger in and out of Lany. At the same time, I stuck my tongue out and lavished the tight ring of muscles. 

After a few minutes, I added another finger. Lany started bucking his hips. I moved faster, licking harder, pushing my tongue inward. A third finger had Lany's legs trembling. His cries had turned into one long, continuous whine.

My love was definitely a screamer.

The intense need to be buried deep rode me hard. I pulled my fingers free and got to my knees. I pushed Lany's legs back and positioned myself better. I poured a bit more lube out and spread it over my cock.

"Are you ready for me, caro?" I asked with an unsteady voice. 

I normally took more time with Lany, but being so close, smelling his sweet scent, I found my control was nonexistent. I wanted to possess Lany, to bury myself deep inside of him. 

I never wanted to come out.

Grabbing the round globes of Lany's ass, I separated them and guided my cock into the tight heat of Lany's body. I paused for just a moment to savor the feeling of being deep inside the man who owned me, heart and soul. Nothing had ever made me feel more complete.  

"Sal, amore mio," Lany whispered against the soft skin of my His hands kneaded my shoulders, tugging me closer. "Please."

All logical thought was lost at the sound of that pleading word intertwined with my name. Something unhinged inside me. I snapped my hips forward at the same time that I pulled Lany's hips down. I thrust into Lany's tight grasp over and over again. 

Waves of ecstasy throbbed through me when Lany cried out after just a few thrusts, filling the space between us with his release as his inner muscles gripped me like a vise grip.

I pressed Lany into the bed as I began to drive my cock into Lany's ass faster, harder, deeper. The electricity built, working its way up my spine and shattering me into a thousand pieces. I tossed my head back, shouting out Lany's name as my body convulsed, my seed emptying into his tight channel.

I dropped forward and rested my forehead against Lany, breathing hard and trying to get my heart rate to slow. Lany's exhausted amber-green eyes sparkled up at me.

I smiled as I gently stroked his fingers down over Lany's eyelids. "Sleep, caro."

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Sunday Spotlight: Stormy Glenn and Hot Mess 7

Welcome Stormy Glenn back to Sunday Spotlight! She's here today to share a little about her upcoming release -- HOT MESS 7

Salvador

I'd become quite experienced at keeping my hot little mess out of trouble over the years, but when danger comes from an unknown source, keeping Lany safe might take more than a miracle. It'll take my entire SWAT team and every friend we have. Someone is out to get my love, and not even he knows who it is this time.

Lany

I wanted to roll my eyes. Sal freaked every time I stubbed a toe, let alone got shot at. You'd think the sexy SWAT commander would've grown used to it over the years. It wasn't like I planned this stuff. It just sort of happened. I just wished it happened a little less. This was getting embarrassing. 

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Story Excerpt

Salvador

"Dad."

I smiled every time I heard that word used by one of my kids. It had taken awhile for most of them to be comfortable with it, but nowadays, I heard it all the time. It filled me with a sense of pride and contentment every time.

Still, the tension in TJ's voice immediately sent me into panic mode. "How bad is it?"

"He slipped on the rug in the hallway coming in from playing out in the snow and hit his head on the stairs," TJ explained. "I called Dr. Jones like you taught me to and he's waiting at the hospital for us."

Damn.

"He needs to go to the hospital?"

"Marcus says he needs stitches, but that it's not life threatening." 

My sigh was heavy. "I'm leaving now." 

"Jamie is going to stay here and help Jenna with the younger kids. I'll ride to the hospital with Marcus and Lany."

TJ had really turned out to be a good kid. He was very responsible. As the oldest of all the children, he worked very hard to make sure everyone was okay and safe, especially Lany. He had a huge soft spot for Lany. Which made sense considering Lany had basically rescued him from a child slavery ring.

Sometimes I wished TJ would just be a kid, but he had lost some of his innocent ways after getting kidnapped by said child slavery ring and then forced to work in a drug lab. Some of the things that had happened to him were horrible to think about.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the emergency room."

"He didn't lose consciousness or anything and he's awake and answering all of Marcus's questions. There's just a lot of blood and a nasty gash in his forehead."

"Head wounds bleed a lot, TJ." I knew this for a fact. I'd experienced enough of them over the years. I was practically an expert.

Damn it.

"I'll be there soon, son." I stood even as I hung up the phone and slid it back into my pocket. "Clarke, I'm headed out," I called out as I headed out. "Lany is on his way to the hospital."

Clarke's head popped out of his office. "Do you need me to go with you?"

I shook my head. "TJ says it's just stitches, but I'll be off for the rest of the night. I have my phone. If you need me, call me."

"Will do, Boss."

I grabbed my jacket and headed out. I knew the team would be in good hands with Clarke in charge. The man had to take over for me more than once over the last several years. This was not Lany's first trip to the hospital.

My love was a hot mess. He got into more trouble than an entire drunken frat house let loose in a bordello. And if he didn't get into trouble, it came looking for him. I'd often told him he was a trouble magnet. Anyone who knew him readily agreed with me. Those who didn't changed their minds soon enough.

Lancaster Delvecchio was the love of my life, my reason for drawing every breath I took. He was also the catalyst for more migraine headaches than I cared to remember.

I tried to drive like a regular person as I headed for the hospital, but gave that up after two blocks of bumper to bumper traffic and turned on the lights and siren. Traffic was still pretty bad, but at least I wasn't having to drive up on the sidewalk. 

The police commissioner frowned on that.

At the emergency room, I quickly pulled my SUV into the spot marked for law enforcement personnel and jumped out. I'm sure any regular person would have been amazed that I'd been to the emergency room so many times that I knew the security guard's first name.

I wasn't.

I waved as I walked past him.

I stopped briefly at the check in counter. "Afternoon, Dana," I said to the nurse behind the counter.

She smiled when she glanced up. "He's in room twelve, Sal."

"Thanks." The double security doors opened as I reached them. I walked through them and then made my way down the corridor and around the corner until I reached exam room twelve.

I'd been here before.

Can you tell?

When I stepped inside, my gaze instantly went to the man lying on the exam bed while a doctor carefully stitched the cut on his forehead together. His eyes were closed, but I could see the tight grip he had on the hem of his shirt, so I knew he was awake.

"Dad!"

"Hey, champ." I gave TJ a hug when the gangly teenager barreled into me. I knew TJ was really good at looking like he was holding it together, but I could also feel the kid's relief that he didn't have to be quite so strong anymore. I was there to take the burden off his shoulders.

I gave TJ an extra squeeze before digging a few dollars out of my pocket and handing them over. "Can you run down to the cafeteria and get Lany a Snickers Bar and an orange juice. His blood sugar is going to tank after this."

TJ nodded before running off.

I nodded to Marcus, who stood against the wall then turned my attention back to my husband. I walked to the side of the bed and took the hand Lany held out to me. My stomach rolled a bit as I watched the doctor thread the stitches through Lany's skin. No matter how many times I saw it, it still made me queasy.

"How bad is it, Skip?"

Dr. Seamore "Skip" Jones. He'd been treating Lany longer than I'd known either of them. He knew Lany's medical history inside and out. I was glad of that. If anyone knew how to treat Lany's frequent injuries it was Skip.

"Just five stitches, Sal," Skip replied. He smiled when he glanced up. "You might want to get the paperwork started now. I should be done here in a few minutes and then you can take Lany home. There's no reason to keep him as long as you follow the normal aftercare procedures."

I walked around to the far side of the bed then leaned down close to Lany's ears. "How are you, caro?"

"I feel stupid," Lany whispered back. His eyelids fluttered then opened, showing me his amber-green eyes, filled with pain. It was a sight I never liked to see. "You'd think I'd grow out of this crap at some point in my life. I'm the father of six kids for goodness sake."

I smiled as I brushed the light brown hair back from Lany's pale face. "You're a fantastic lesson to our kids in what not to do."

Lany's eyes rolled. "Gee, thanks."

I chuckled because how could I not? Lany was a constant delight. 

Adult Excerpt

My breath caught in my throat when I reached the curve of Lany's ass and he pulled his leg up to his chest. My fingers slid right down between Lany's ass cheeks. I quickly moved my hand away from Lany's ass and back up to his chest. As much as I wanted to sink into his silky depths, I wanted my love mindless with passion first. 

I cupped his jaw, tilting his head back. I swirled my tongue over Lany's sweet tasting skin. "Caro," I whispered softly as I leaned forward and claimed Lany's plush lips. 

Lany groaned and leaned into the kiss.

Kissing Lany was just as good as licking his skin. Touching him was even better. The soft little moans of delight that fell from Lany's lips went right to my cock, making me harder than steel. 

I felt as if I could fuck a brick wall.

I stroked his hand over Lany's smooth chest as I kissed him. My heart skipped a beat when I felt Lany's nipples pebble under the palms of my hand. I twirled my fingers around one nipple, stroking the sensitive flesh until Lany was shuddering in my arms.

"Do you like that, caro?" I asked as I tugged on a nipple with my fingers. Lany's only answer was a slow moan as he arched toward my fingers. I chuckled lightly and switched from one nipple to the other, giving it the same treatment. "I guess you do."

"Sal, prego," Lany cried out. 

I leaned back until I could grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand then scooted down Lany's body. I so had to taste Lany's smooth skin. Flipping the covers back from Lany's body, I settled between his legs. 

"Oh, caro," I whispered when I saw the silky smooth skin of Lany's groin. He had to have shaved sometime today because he was not that smooth last night. I know. I'd checked. "You are so perfect for me."

Lany almost came off the bed when I licked a line from his balls to the top of his groin. I grinned and pressed my hands against Lany's hips, holding him down to the bed as I continued to lick every bit of smooth skin I could reach.

My cock ached so much I was afraid it might break off if I nudged it even a little. Lany was perfect, accepting everything I had to give him and begging for more.

I was in heaven, and his name was Lany Delvecchio.

I poured some lube out on my fingers then pushed them between Lany's ass cheeks. The tightness of Lany's puckered opening made me shudder in anticipation. I couldn't wait to have that tightness wrapped around my cock.

I started brushing my fingers against Lany's hole, putting more pressure into my touch with each caress until they slipped inside. Lany groaned, stiffening. I eased up for a moment then leaned forward to swallow Lany's cock, sucking it down my throat.

Once Lany was distracted by the mouth on his cock, I started pushing my fingers into the man's ass again. This time, I met no resistance. Two fingers slid right in. It didn't take me more than a few moments of stretching Lany before I could get in a third finger and then a fourth.

I wasn't a small man.

Once Lany was stretched, I released the cock in my mouth to Lany's cries of dismay. I scooted up and knelt between Lany's thighs and lifted his ass in my hands. I gripped Lany's ass with my hands and thrust forward. 

My body quaked as I sank into Lany's sweet body. I dropped my head back and just breathed once I was fully in. Heaven didn't even begin to describe what it felt like to be balls deep inside my Lany.

I raised Lany's legs into the air and hooked my arms under them. When I leaned forward over Lany's body and placed my hands on either side of his head, Lany's legs were parallel to his chest.

I flexed my hips and slowly withdrew my cock until on the head remained encased inside Lany's body, and then I slammed forward. Lany screamed as his head arched back into the pillow beneath him.

I did it again and again, moving faster and faster with each deep thrust. Only by gripping Lany's thighs did I keep him from shooting up to the top of the bed as I pounded into him.

I was getting close. I could feel my balls drawing up tight against my body. I knew I only had moments before I flew over the edge with abandon. I wanted Lany to go with me. I grabbed his cock and started stroking him to the speed of my thrusts.

"My Lany, my tesoro, la mia stella brillante," I whispered. 

My orgasm grabbed me by the balls and dragged me over the edge at the speed of light. One moment I was wavering, savoring the exquisite feeling of being balls deep inside Lany. The next moment, I was roaring out my release as I filled Lany's ass with shot after shot of cum.

Lany's tight body tightened around my cock. Each little tremor rocked through me, prolonging my pleasure until I thought I was going to pass out. Ropes of pearly white cum shot out of his dick, splattering over the both of us.

I dropped down on top of Lany and tried to breath. You'd think after all these years, sex between us would grow mundane, but it got better each and every time.

When I was able to lift my head, I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked down. Lany was passed out cold, but he had a smile on his face. I leaned in and planted a small kiss on Lany's lips. 

"My sweettesoro."

I carefully slid from Lany's body and rolled to the side of the bed. I quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned up then came back into the bedroom to clean up Lany. After chucking the washcloth back into the bathroom, I climbed into bed and pulled Lany into my arms then pulled the covers over both of us. 

"Thank you, Lany," I whispered even though I knew Lany couldn't hear me. "Tu sei una stella... la mia stella."

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Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.

You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website at www.stormyglenn.com.

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Sunday Spotlight -- Stormy Glenn and the Vampire's Duty

Welcome Stormy Glenn back to Sunday Spotlight! She's here both celebrating her 10 year publishing anniversary AND sharing a bit from her new release, The Vampire's Duty.

THE VAMPIRE'S DUTY

Vampire Chronicles 4

Aldrich was the head enforcer for his vampire tribe. He'd seen the worst of humanity, both vampire and human. When he finds a sweet man in need of protection, he knows he's up for the job. Mating is something all together different. Mating requires something he doesn't have. Gentleness. Understanding. Patience. Love.

Mateo has been looking for someone to see him for a very long time. He's been through his share of jerks because of it. When the head enforcer acknowledges him, Mateo can't help but hope for something more, but when Aldrich disappears without a word, he admits defeat.

All too soon, Aldrich realizes Mateo is his mate. He isn't quite sure what to do with the sexy little man until someone goes after Mateo, and then he knows exactly what to do. Death won't come easily to his enemies because Aldrich doesn't have an ounce of compassion in his soul for those who threaten what's his.

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STORY EXCERPT

Aldrich watched with a growing sense of disgust as Mateo sucked off another vampire. After weeks of watching the man flit from one vampire to the next, dropping to his knees to service someone in the tribe, he knew what he would see next.

As Mateo wiped his hand over his mouth, removing all remnants of what he had just done, he looked up at the vampire he had just sucked off with a glint of hope and desperation in his eyes.

And just like every other time, the vampire merely patted Mateo on the head and walked away, forgetting Mateo even existed the moment he turned away. Mateo would stare after him, a shimmer of tears glittering in his eyes for a moment before he blinked them away and pretended like one more dream hadn't been shattered all over the floor.

Aldrich seriously doubted anyone except him ever saw that moment of weakness on Mateo's face. Why would they? They weren't looking at his face. They never did. Aldrich would bet his entire fortune that if he asked any member of the tribe what color Mateo's eyes were, they wouldn't know.

Aldrich knew.

Mateo's eyes were golden-amber brown.

He wasn't sure what exactly had drawn the little vampire to his attention, but something had. And he hadn't been able to stop watching him since. Aldrich had seen Mateo get dismissed time and time again over the last several weeks. 

It was painful to watch. 

Aldrich couldn't stand to watch one second more. With the way Mateo went from vampire to vampire looking for acceptance, someone was going to get pissed and get into a fight. As head enforcer and second in command under Louis Redgrave, the head of security for Vaile Industries, it was Aldrich's job to keep the peace. Someone needed to take Mateo in hand before things escalated and it looked like he was going to be that someone.

"Mateo!"

Hair the color of burnt copper flopped around Mateo's face as his head whipped up, his golden-amber eyes searching the darkness until they landed on Aldrich. For a moment, he looked stunned, his mouth hanging open as if he couldn't quite believe he had been called by the head enforcer of the tribe.

"I'm waiting, Mateo." Aldrich's voice dropped an octave, ensuring that the man knew he was serious. He was in no way surprised when Mateo jumped to his feet and raced across the marble floor. An order was an order and refusing one could get Mateo in serious trouble. Aldrich pointed to the spot on the floor next to him when Mateo reached his side. "Sit."

Mateo dropped to his knees so fast that Aldrich heard them smack on the hard marble floor and winced. Damn, that had to hurt. To give him credit, Mateo didn't even whimper. He just knelt there on the floor next to Aldrich's chair and waited.

After a few moments, his shoulders slowly started to slump.

"Sit up straight, Mateo." Aldrich's tone was a little harsher than he intended, but Mateo snapped up ramrod straight, so the desired effect was accomplished. "I do not like slumping. It is lazy."

"Yes, sir." 

A low rumbling growl tangled up the air currents. Those two little words took Aldrich's intrigue and turned it into a physical awareness of Mateo that stole the very breath right out of his lungs.

Something pulled Aldrich's attention to Mateo, refusing to release him until he reached out and fisted a handful of the man's burnt-copper curls. There was a tingling in the pit of his stomach, a deep awareness that something in his life was about to take a major left turn.

Aldrich needed space before he started to hyperventilate or mauled Mateo right there in the great room, and he needed that space now. He pulled Mateo's head back until he could look down into the man's golden-amber eyes. "I don't like the smell of so many others on your skin. Go bathe."

Mateo gulped, his eyes straying to the darkened window. "Now, sir?"

Aldrich's brows pulled together in an angry frown. His silence had to speak for him because he wasn't about to repeat himself. He never repeated himself.

"But—" Mateo glanced back at Aldrich, his expression clearly saying he hoped Aldrich might change his mind. One look at Aldrich and Mateo's shoulders slumped, but just for a moment before straightening up once again. "Yes, sir."

It took all of Aldrich's control to loosen the grip he had on Mateo's hair and allow the man to stand. As much as he wanted Mateo as far away from him as possible, he wanted him close as well. He didn't understand these possessive feelings.

"Mateo."

"Yes, sir?"

"No one touches you but me."

Mateo's eyebrows were high and his eyes rounded as he nodded his head. "Yes, sir."

Aldrich had no idea what made him say that considering that nearly half the tribe had put their hands on Mateo at one point or another. But as Mateo walked away, carefully maneuvering between other tribe members to avoid touching them, Aldrich knew he had made the right choice. 

Restlessly, Aldrich stroked the arm of his chair. He turned his attention to the vampires lounging about the great room. Being the enforcer for his tribe gave him a unique viewpoint where the members were concerned. He knew their secrets, things that they would rather never came to light.

He knew who had broken the rules and skirted along the edges of the traditions they were taught from birth to adhere to, and he knew who was in danger of betraying all that they believed in as a species.

He could see the blackness in their souls. That did not make him a very popular person. He was feared by his tribe members almost as much as their prince was.

Their enemies feared him more.

Sunday Spotlight - Fit to be Tied by Stormy Glenn

Welcome Stormy Glenn back to Sunday Spotlight! She's here to share a bit from her upcoming release, FIT TO BE TIED (Cade Creek, 17)

coming August 2018

DEA Agent Dan Wilson was just looking for a place to rent. He had no idea that it would bring him the love of his life. When he rented a room in an old Victorian just blocks from work, trouble started the very first day. For one, the guy who rented the room to him wasn't the owner. Waking up in bed with Terry wasn't the worst morning he'd ever had, but learning he had been taken for a fool kind of was.

Terry Iverson is incensed when he learns one of his tenants rented out his bedroom to a stranger, the bedroom he'd lived in his entire life. Of course, if he was going to choose someone to share a room with, it would be the handsome DEA agent. It would be great if he was gay, but Terry was a little too afraid to ask. He was the guy's landlord after all.

When someone starts messing with Terry's life, going from making false accusations of sexual harassment against him to trying to kill him, worrying about dating his tenant seems minor in comparison. If he can make it out of this alive, he just might see if the sexy agent was interested in something more than being roommates.

EXCERPT

Terry groaned as he stretched his legs as far as they would go and flexed his toes. He must have slept forever. He felt better than he had in a very long time. He didn't even remember having any nightmares last night. It wasn't often that he went the whole night without at least one nightmare waking him.

Despite the wintery conditions outside, he was toasty warm. The blankets all wrapped around him and the warm solid body behind him. Terry yelled as he jerked and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a solid—and somewhat painful—thud.

There shouldn't be a warm body anywhere near him.

A head appeared over the edge of the mattress. If he hadn't been so freaked out, Terry probably could have enjoyed the amused smile on the man's handsome face, but as it was... "Who in the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?" Terry snapped.

The arched eyebrow was aggravating.

"I'm pretty sure I should be asking you that question," the stranger said. "I believe you are in my bed, not that I mind, but..."

"Look—" It wasn't until he stood and the man's eyes roamed over him that Terry remembered he was naked. He quickly pulled the top blanket off the bed and wrapped it around his hips. His face flamed. "Look, this is my room. It has been my room since before I was born. You're the trespasser here."

The man frowned. It was the first sign that he'd shown that something might be wrong. Apparently, he was used to naked men waking up in his bed. "Hey, I rented this room fair and square. I have a rental contract and everything."

Terry narrowed his eyes. "What rental contract?"

The guy stared for a moment before rolling to the other side of the bed. Terry caught his breath when the man stood, the blankets sliding away as he started across the room. Had there ever been a more perfect ass ever created? Terry didn't know what this guy did for a living, but he could make a mint as an underwear model.

And, apparently, he wasn't shy. After grabbing something out of his jeans, he walked right back. Sweet mother mercy, the front was just as perfect as the back. Terry was pretty sure when God was handing out dicks, this guy got in line twice. Maybe three times. Nice and long, and just thick enough to make someone really feel it.

Damn.

It really had been a long time.

"I signed that when I rented the room two days ago."

Terry regretfully tore his eyes away from Mr. Perfect Dick and stared down at the papers in his hand. It took his befuddled brain a few moments to understand exactly what he was looking at, but once he did, he was pissed.

"Keith rented this room to you...uh..." I glanced at the paper. "Mr. Wilson?"

"Daniel, please, or Dan, and yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Yes. It's my room." Hell, it was his house. "Keith doesn't have the right to rent you anything. He's a tenant. I'm the owner."

"Oh."

"Did you give him any money?" Terry asked as he handed the rental agreement back to Dan.

"First and last month's rent plus deposit. About fifteen hundred dollars."

"Damn it." Terry started to head for his dresser to grab some jeans when he realized his dresser was not where it was supposed to be. It was light enough out that he didn't need a light to look around, and when he did, something cold and sick clenched in his gut.

"Where is my stuff?"

"I don't know, man," Dan said. "The place was empty except for the bed when I got here."

Terry fisted his hands, aching to wrap them around Keith's throat. "I'm going to kill him."

That was my bed.

"Uh, this might be a good time to mention I'm a DEA agent."

That surprised Terry enough that he turned to look at the guy. "You're that new DEA agent that moved to town, the one who works with Mike?"

Dan nodded.

"I thought you were staying in one of Chester's apartments?"

"I was, but it was only temporary until I found another place." When Dan waved his hands around the room, Terry saw the cardboard boxes he hadn't noticed before.

He thrust a hand through his hair. "This is so fucked up."

"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't—"

"No, no. It's not your fault. You didn't know."

"I can have my stuff packed and out of here in a couple of hours."

"No, don't do that." Geez, this whole situation was fucked. Terry couldn't kick Dan out into the cold. "You rented this place on good faith. I'm not going to kick you out because my bonehead tenant decided to cash in on your ignorance."

Dan raised an eyebrow. "Want me to shoot him?"

Terry chuckled. "Let's get your rent money from him first. If he doesn't fork it over, then you can shoot him." Terry tried not to look directly at the beautiful naked man as he waved a hand toward him. It wasn't easy. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go track Keith down."

"I must be losing my touch." Dan chuckled as he turned to grab his jeans. "Beautiful naked man in my bed and he tells me to put my clothes back on."

"Uh..." Terry didn't really have a good response for that.

He turned and went into the bathroom where he remembered undressing the night before. It made his skin crawl to put his dirty, bloody uniform back on, but what other choice did he have? He had no idea where his stuff was.

By the time he got back to the bedroom, Dan was dressed.

Too bad.