Wednesday Mancandy - Just Because

I have been love with Pat Lee's photography for some time.  I've used many of them as muses - to help me picture a character.  I thought I'd share one or two (or three or four... there are so many awesome ones!) for a little mid-week pick me up. If you've like to see more, check out the photographer's website!

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Sunday Spotlight - Jayson Jax and Seized by the Cavemen

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Seized by the Cavemen

Caveman Isle, 3

Copyright © 2017 by Jayson Jax



The loud thump of the bass below vibrated through Drew Colesworth’s body. Seated in a dark corner of the same BDSM club in which he’d been confronted with the chance to fly to some distant island by his friend Jaime, he was now a changed man. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip, watching the patrons around him having the time of their lives. He wasn’t having the time of his life. The drink in his hand had no flavor. While those around him were enjoying each other, sharing their bodies, he was alone and lacked the desire to be touched.

He’d come, hoping it would’ve dragged him out of his moroseness. A few weeks since returning from the island and all he could think about were the two men he’d left behind.

Men? Cavemen, was more like it. Subjects of Jaime’s father’s sick, twisted experiments. The cavemen had claimed the island, killed Jaime’s father, and then captured both he and Jaime soon after. While in their ‘care’, some of the males had had their way with them both.

Drew attempted to be angry about that. He’d had two, barely verbal cavemen take him night after night…

That wasn’t what he was angry about, though.

He was angry because he’d liked it much more than he should have.

He was angry because all he could think about was returning to their bed and letting them have him every night for the rest of his life.

Which, of course, was insanity.

Promising to keep his knowledge of the island and its violent coup to himself if he was released, he had done just that for weeks. He and Jaime had arrived back in England, each in one piece. Since, he’d avoided Jaime—unwilling to relive those days on the island one more time and be reminded what he’d left behind.

Move on. Get them out of your system. Find someone else to fuck them out of your system.

A man slid into the seat beside him, causing his drink to crest over the edge of the rim, drip down his hand and onto his thigh. “Sod off!”

“Sorry, mate,” the man said, his voice barely audible over the thump of the music on the lower level. The man turned to eye Drew.

And it was obvious how he intended to apologize from that look.

A hand brushed over Drew’s leg, fingers almost caressing his soft cock.

“I didn’t mean to make a mess… I can clean that up for you,” the man whispered into his ear.

Drew turned to really look at the man. Tall. Handsome. Finely built. The kind of lips that looked really good wrapped around a cock, although the pretty ones were usually not all that good at giving head in his experience. Smelled pretty good, too. Any other time before the island and Drew would’ve been hard and ready to fuck right there on the spot. Even a bad blow job was better than no blow job, right?

“No, thank you,” Drew said, turning away.

“What?” the guy asked. “Seriously?”

“I’m not interested,” Drew cried above the sound of the music.

From the look on the man’s face, he wasn’t used to being told no. “What’re you here for if you’re not looking to fuck?”

“Good question,” Drew said before draining his glass. He laid it on the table before him before rising. “Night,” he said to the shocked looking man before heading down to the front door.

Before he could make it out, he stopped at a scene playing out before the guests. A male submissive was bound to a bench—his wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs—all while two brawny Doms circled him. The pair used floggers to swat at his back, buttocks, and thighs, leaving them all pink and marked from the sensual torment.

For the first time all night, his cock grew hard at the sight. But what he saw wasn’t three strangers. All he could see was him, tied to his bed, while his two cavemen drove him to the edge and past. They’d tormented his flesh and marked his soul.

How they’d done it, he still wasn’t sure.

By the time one of the Doms had his cock in the sub’s mouth, Drew felt a hand caressing his hard staff. Looking down, he spied a hand that wasn’t his own. His gaze trailed up the thick forearm to the face he’d just refused.

“I knew you had it in you,” the man whispered in his ear.

Drew swallowed. The hand felt good, but it was all mechanical at this stage. He was hot and bothered from memories of his lovers, not anyone there at that moment.

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Sunday Spotlight - Lisa Oliver and Dragon's Heat

So I was supposed to post this LAST SUNDAY and I lost my everlovin' mind and forgot to put up the post.  Lisa Oliver is an awesome lady and amazing author! I feel terrible I forgot the week she'd signed up for!

Show her some love after I abused her!!

Lisa is here to share a bit about her recent release - Dragon's Heat - City Dragon's Book 1

Jon Erskine had made a good life for himself as one of the top Forensic Accounts and Systems Analysts in the country. He doesn't mind working with paranormal clients - after all, he's a shifter himself. However, he could do without all the slurs and derogatory comments. Not all shifters are wolves, bears and other predators. Still, his expertise and reputation is solid and Jon is more than capable of holding his own. That is until Dirk Hollingsworth runs from his office. 

Dirk is running out of time. He has to find out who's been stealing from his company before his father turns up for his wedding in three weeks' time. Acting on the recommendation of a friend, Dirk turns to Jon, or at least thinks about it. That is, until he catches the man's scent in the doorway of his office and does a runner. Not the proudest moment for one of the proudest of all shifters, but Dirk has a responsibility to his clan and catching the tantalizing scent of a dog isn't going to change anything. Or so he thinks.

Family betrayals, a strong-willed dragon spirit; all things collide as Jon and Dirk struggle to find common ground. Calling off the wedding is easy; staying alive might be that much harder. 

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“You’re wearing a track in the carpet,” Bryce commented as he fixed his hair.

“I thought I told you to go out,” Dirk snapped. “This is a private meeting.” There was no way he was calling this dinner a date.

“A meeting? Right. Complete with a two hundred dollar bottle of champagne and the finest steaks money can buy. I think you’ll find Jon has simpler tastes.”

“I ordered those for me. I don’t care what Jon likes or doesn’t like. He’ll have what I’m having.”

Bryce’s eyes narrowed. “If you think like that, then why the hell are you going through this farce? You’ve no intention of claiming the man.”

“You said it yourself. My dragon’s in a snit with me. When he scents Jon, he’ll come back and we can get the hell out of this town.”

“Leaving Jon behind.” Bruce snatched up his jacket. “You really are the epitome of your kind. Rude, arrogant, and thorough bastards, the lot of you. I seriously think it’s time I started looking for new employment.”

“You mean you’d take him as a mate?” Dirk scoffed. “You wolves are more elitist than dragons.”

“I’d take him in a heartbeat if he were mine.” Bryce stalked over and poked Dirk hard in the chest, reminding him he was still bruised from before. “Unlike dragons who think their shit don’t stink and anyone from any other species is beneath them, wolves know how precious a true mate is. A gift from the fates. The one person created just for them to be a perfect companion and lover in every way. I would be over the moon if Jon were mine.”

“Yeah, well, that just goes to show you don’t have standards. Poke me again and I’ll fire your ass.”

“You don’t have to fire me,” Bryce’s finger bore a hole in his chest, pushing Dirk back. “I quit. Anyone who’d use their mate for personal gain is nothing more than a stupid asshole, and you, my friend, have just leaped to the top of the heap.” Dropping his jacket, Bryce stormed into his room, and Dirk heard drawers opening and slamming shut. A few minutes later, he came back into the room, his suitcase trundling behind him. Jacket slung over his shoulder, Bryce grabbed his wallet and keys, purposefully leaving behind the hotel key card. If looks could kill, Dirk would have been a pile of ash on the floor but Bryce didn’t say another word as he wrenched open the door.

To find Jon standing on the other side of it, his hand raised as if he was going to knock. His eyebrows rose as he noticed Bryce’s case. “Have I come at a bad time?”

“Nothing, I can’t handle,” Bryce snapped. “You’ve still got my number, right?”

Jon nodded.

“Call me tomorrow.” Bryce marched toward the elevator, his suitcase rattling behind him.

“I can come back, if you’ve got things to do?” Dirk realized Jon was talking to him and shook his head.

“No. I promised you dinner. Come in. It’ll be here momentarily.” Dirk was still shocked at Bryce’s defection. He knew he wasn’t the most caring of bosses, but Bryce had been more than his PA. Dirk considered him one of his truest friends and with him and Raoul both supportive of Jon, there was a niggle in the back of his brain that suggested he might be about to make an epic mistake.

“I have some preliminary findings about your case,” Jon said quietly and Dirk realized he was holding his briefcase like a shield. “Did you want to look over them now, or wait until after dinner?”

“Now is fine,” Dirk indicated the coffee table. His breath caught as Jon moved past him. Jon had clearly come straight from the office. His pale lavender shirt was clean and pressed, but the crease in his black pants suggested he’d been in them all day. For a moment, Dirk longed to pull the man into his arms and bury his nose in his mate’s neck, but the bulge in Jon’s pants held him back. He’d never been with a man and he had no intention of starting now, no matter how good Jon smelled. When Jon sat on the couch and pulled some papers from his case, Dirk pulled over one of the chairs from the small dining table and sat opposite him.

About the Author

Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams.  Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips.

When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate.  Lisa will do anything for chocolate.

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Saturday Spotlight - Victoria Vallo and His Timid Fox

Welcome Victoria Vallo back to Spotlight.  She's sharing a bit from her new release -- His Timid Fox, the second book in her Shifters of Arizia series.

Viktor accepts a new position in Vane Godwin’s household and immediately meets a man he wants to have in his bed. But this time, it won’t be that easy. Thomas might be attracted to him, but Viktor soon learns the younger man’s heart isn’t free. Or so Thomas says…

Thomas is hurt when his childhood friend Bella can’t see him as anything more than a friend, but he knows life has to go on. His new friend Viktor makes that much easier, starting the day Thomas accidentally spills the details of his heartbreak to the man.

But the gods had a plan when they steered Viktor to the right city, and Thomas feels his heart recovering far faster than he’d anticipated. Thomas has always had a plan in place and every part of his life in order, but the chaos the gods bring might be just what he truly needs.

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Viktor enjoyed seeing Thomas smile back at him. Visions of the two of them skinny dipping in the ocean immediately filled his mind, but he tried not to focus on them. Everyone kept telling him how shy Thomas was, so it made him feel good to see the younger man warming to him and opening up so much.

“I love the water, so I try to come down to the beach as much as I can when we’re in a port village,” Thomas said.

“Do you swim as a fox?”

“Not in the ocean. I’m too small. I’d get swept away.”

“I’d come out and save you.”

Thomas smiled again. “As a man or a bear? I think it might panic if you had me in your mouth.” He paused, his eyes going a bit wide, and then he looked forward, possibly hoping Viktor hadn’t picked up on how that sounded.

“As a man,” Viktor said, wanting to tease Thomas but letting it go. I doubt you’d panic if I had your cock in my mouth. Or any other part of you. “I’m too big and awkward as a bear. The currents would be impossible to swim through.” He paused before adding, “Though I once carried a bear cub in my mouth. He panicked at first, but then settled down.”

“What? Really?” Thomas exclaimed, apparently intrigued enough to forget to be embarrassed by his unintentional double entendre earlier.

“Yeah. It was hurt. Its mother dead. But it was scared of me as a man, probably because hunters killed its mother. I shifted to calm it down and took it to a local wise woman. It wasn’t afraid of her. She helped it for a few weeks, and then I helped her get it to an area where it would thrive.”

“Was it all right, in the end?”

“I think so. It seemed happy.”

“Are both of your parents bear shifters?”

“Yes. I have one sister who can’t shift, but all of my other siblings can.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “There are twelve of us.”

Thomas blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open. “Twelve?”

“Uh huh. My parents are pretty fond of each other.”

Thomas laughed. “They’d have to be.” After a few seconds, he asked, “Do you want children?”

“It was constant chaos growing up with so many siblings, yet I’m sort of used to the madness. Never really given it much thought. Guess it depends. Can’t have children with a man, and I do tend to prefer male lovers.” He shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to wait and see. Have to find someone to tolerate me first.”

Thomas gazed at him a long time. “I think you’re being modest. Everyone likes you. The maids are all swooning over you. And like I said, some of the stable hands have been eyeing you.”

“Not the same as living with someone and washing his dirty socks.”

Thomas stopped as they reached the sand, crossing his arms and sighing. “Yeah. You’re right. You have to really be devoted to take that step. Marriage. Family.”

Not wanting to dwell on the subject, Viktor said, “Both of your parents foxes?”

Thomas looked down a moment, but then his expression cleared. “Yes.” He looked over at Viktor. “Thanks, but you don’t have to avoid the subject.”

“Just trying to take care of my new friend.” He sat on a large rock and took his boots off. “What color are you?”

“Very dark red. My mom is a white fox, though. She’s so beautiful. Completely white with just a little hint of light auburn on her face.”

Viktor propped his boots against the rock and began rolling his breeches up as Thomas sat beside him and removed his boots, too. “Sounds gorgeous. Are you from Castile?” Viktor asked.

“Yes, but my grandparents on both sides live in the mountains between the Arun and Mera regions, not too far from Castile. My parents went to the city for jobs when they married.”

“You’re happy in the city?”

“Yes.” Thomas stood and made his way toward the water. “How do you feel about staying in one place for so long? Think you’ll get restless?”

“I think I might, but I’m sure I’ll be busy.”

“There’s always plenty to do, though I hope there won’t be a lot of need for your protection.”

“Don’t try to get rid of me. I’m going to be very well paid.”

Thomas stepped into the water and sighed, the sound much more content this time. “I wouldn’t dream of getting rid of you.”

“Good,” Viktor said softly.

Thomas didn’t look at him, but Viktor saw his expression shift a little.

He even thought he saw a hint of a smile.

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