Tuesday, 21 October 2014

#ReleaseDay squeal! Her Bear Protector is here! #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand #giveaway

Woop, woop!

*bounces around like a loony thing*

I'm just a tad excited that Ronan and Tina are here for you to meet them. There's still a chance to win those $10 Strand Bucks. Just pop on over the The Nuthouse Scribblers here. I'll pick a winner at midnight tonight UK time, because no doubt I'll still be bouncing around in excitement then.

I'm a night owl anyway.

You can read an exclusive hot excerpt on The Nuthouse Scribblers, and the official excerpts are here.

As it's release day, and if you're still undecided about whether you want to read this, I thought I'd share the entire first chapter right here on my blog.


[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…


The Protectors 1

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Normally speaking, Tina loved the twisty, narrow, country roads that made up the Cumbrian countryside, but not this morning. Late already, thanks to old Mrs. Hastings’s insistence that Tina tried her scones—delicious as they had been—she now rounded a blind corner and slammed on the emergency brakes. Cleaning supplies went flying around the inside of her little, beat-up Mini, and the handle of the mop narrowly missed the side of her head.
“Jesus.” The expletive hung in the air, and Tina said a silent prayer to any possible deity she might have offended. Not that Tina believed in any of that stuff, per se, but better to be safe than sorry.
The lone sheep, and the sole reason for her almost being knocked out by her work equipment, blinked and stared at her in disgust, as though it owned the one-track road, and Tina swore and stood on her horn. A forlorn baaa was her answer. Said sheep shook its matted fur and after another longer toot from Tina’s car horn, finally trotted out of the way and onto the grass verge.
Tina rolled her eyes, and drove off more slowly, mindful of the other sheep traipsing along the side of the road. Clearly there was a break in the fence somewhere.
By the time she finally pulled up outside Ronan Bernhard’s cottage, neatly tucked away at the side of the forest, she was over an hour late, which would have been a good thing, because he shouldn’t be at home now. His Harley, however, sat outside the quaint thatched roof cottage, next to an expensive-looking car, that definitely did not belong to a local.
Great, just great. Tina knew it was going to be one of those days from the minute the sheep in the field across the lane from her house, had woken her up with their loud bleating before the sky had even had a chance to turn orange. Come to think of it she was sick to death of sheep. They were blooming everywhere. Tina turned her engine off and listened to it run on for a good few minutes, before it finally stopped. Another thing to add to her to-do list. She really needed to take it to the local garage. If only the mechanic didn’t make her feel as though he was undressing her with her eyes, and offered to do it cheaply for her, if she was nice to him. Somehow Tina didn’t think he meant nice as in bringing him some home baked cookies.
A shiver went down Tina’s spine, and not one of the good sort. She supposed she could have asked Ronan. After all he maintained his Harley entirely by himself, and more than once she had turned up to clean his cottage to find him elbow deep in grease, working on the old truck he kept in his garage.
Tina shook her head and groaned. Oh no, don’t go there. Images of a sweaty, greasy Ronan Bernhard were the last thing she needed right now. Not after the erotic dreams she had the previous night which had been filled with none other than the volunteer mountain rescuer. Dreams in which he’d been buried deep inside her body, his muscular, tattooed arms straining with the effort to hold his weight off of her, while his piercing blue eyes had stared right into her soul. Tina had woken up, wrapped in her sheets, sweaty and horny, and even after several sessions with her BOB she’d had trouble going back to sleep.
The fact that Ronan might even now be doing that sort of horizontal action with some lucky woman inside his cottage, made her simultaneously wet and green with envy.
Ever since Ronan Bernhard had roared into the little village Tina had called her home for the last two years, no other man had even come close to getting her interest. In fact, Tina was sure the knickers of the entire female population from teenage girl upward had melted in an instant, when he’d taken his helmet off, strolled into the local café, grinned, and asked for direction to the old cottage three miles up the road.
Stood at well over six and a half feet, with his messy short brown hair, stubbly masculine jaw, and harsh features, Ronan Bernhard was drool-worthy hunk personified. The bike and the inked sleeves he sported gave him that whole bad boy look, which was so at odds with his profession as a nursery teacher. The fact he was good with kids added to the whole drop your knickers in an instant appeal he had. Couple that with a voice that dripped into a woman’s consciousness like molten chocolate, especially when he put that edge of steel into it. It meant anyone snapped to his attention. A smile to charm the hardest of hearts, and the entire village had eaten out of his hand in minutes.
Even old Mrs. Hastings had sighed into her chamomile tea with a dreamy expression, right before she had pushed Tina forward and offered her cleaning services to the newcomer.
“Tina here, runs the local cleaning firm, so once you’re settled in that old cottage, she’ll keep it nice and tidy for you. We all know what you bachelors are like, after all.” Mrs. Hastings had giggled like a schoolgirl and given Tina another shove toward the table Ronan had sat at, sipping his coffee.
Tina had wanted the ground to swallow her up, when Ronan had looked up at her. Something undecipherable had crossed his harsh features and in her befuddled, lust-filled brain, Tina could have sworn his intense blue eyes had flashed to a glowing amber, before he blinked and the moment had been lost.
 He’d nodded toward Mrs. Hastings with a smile that had turned the old lady’s cheeks a nice shade of crimson, and he’d extended his hand toward Tina.
A jolt of electricity had shot up Tina’s arm at the innocent contact and her gasp of surprise had been drowned out by an animalistic growl coming from his massive chest that meant she’d felt the vibrations right through the soles of her feet. As curious as that had been, no one else in the small café seemed to have noticed that odd reaction, and Tina had later wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. Ronan had certainly acted as though nothing unusual had occurred.
“Have you got a business card I can reach you under?” he’d said and Tina had simply nodded, rummaged in her oversized bag for one of the flyers she had printed off yonks ago, when she’d first come to the village. She’d dropped it in his outstretched hand, and high tailed it out of there with a muttered excuse.
Tina had been convinced she’d never hear from him again, but a week later her phone had rung, and he’d offered her an outrageous amount of money to come clean for him. The only stipulation had been that she would let him know beforehand when she turned up.
Tina had found out to her cost that it wasn’t wise to forget that. More than once when she’d first started working for him, she’d walked in on him fresh out of the shower. One morning he seemed to have only just come home, if the smell of sex and booze that came off him was anything to go by, which had been curious, because Ronan never drank or smoke, or indeed took out any local women. Then again there were always the tourists, weren’t there.
Again, Tina glanced toward the strange car and debated what to do. She had texted him last night to make sure she was okay to come round today, even though it wasn’t her appointed cleaning day. The village fete happened tomorrow and she had been roped in to help with that, and wouldn’t have time to swing by Ronan’s house that day.
His reply had been curt and to the point.
Yes, no problem. Not at home, myself, so do your thing.
Lord only knew what the man did do in his spare time, or why he needed a cleaner. Ronan was tidy to the point of obsession, and apart from the dusting, and the occasional round of laundry there never was much for her to do. Mind you, there were the curious scratches that appeared in the wood work on a regular basis, and meant she spent hours of elbow grease getting rid of.
If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought he kept animals in the cottage, but there was no trace of them. The occasional torn bed sheets notwithstanding—testimony to either insomnia or rough sex, the thought of which made her groan out loud—there was nothing unusual about him. Well, nothing other than her completely unreasonable obsession with him, that was, and the fact that he rescued people off mountains in his free time, and made her wet with one look from under his hooded lids.
Again she glanced at the cottage and wondered. The earlier breeze kicked up a notch and swirled some of the old hedge cuttings piled in a corner of his driveway and scattered them across the gravel. Much to her surprise the front door creaked open and then shut again, in an unusual seesaw motion. Ronan never left his front door unlocked.
Before she could change her mind, Tina exited the car, and strode across to the creaking front door. One of the hinges was busted and there were scratch marks all over the frame that meant the hair on her neck stood on end. Another gust of wind whipped the hem of her maxi summer dress up in Marilyn Monroe style, and she made a grab for it, while trying to stop the door from slamming into her face.
A groan carried through from the inside of the cottage, and heat rose in her cheeks. That almost sounded as though he was… Another, louder grunt this time, and the thump of something hitting the floor hard made up her mind for her. Maybe he was only having wild monkey sex with whoever owned that car outside, in which case Tina would be mortally embarrassed and make her excuses forthwith, or he was in some sort of trouble. The thought that it might be the latter, galvanized her into action and she pushed the door open fully to walk inside, and promptly froze.
Ronan’s orderly cottage seemed to have been turned upside down by some unseen force. Smashed glass crunched under her sandaled feet, pictures hung askew and the big comfy armchair from the living room lay on its side in the hallway with all the stuffing torn out of it. Tina stuffed her fist in her mouth to stop herself from screaming, when she spotted the trail of blood that led from the wrecked living room up the stairs. The French windows leading into the back garden of the cottage had been smashed through, and the blood started there. It covered the shredded curtain and a spray of fine drops had hit the opposite wall. To top it all everything was covered in curious grey dust.
Tina turned round, half expecting to see the mangled body of someone, and please god, don’t let it be Ronan, but the scene of devastation was all there was.
The distinct exclamation uttered in Ronan’s deep voice meant that Tina flew up the stairs, flung open his bedroom door, and screamed.


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Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

#TantalizingTuesdays - Remembrance

Happy Tuesday, folks. It's release day for me, but I had to tease you as well. This picture inspired a sad flash, but one filled with hope too, and I might just get a story out of it.. Enjoy!

(Source: Pinterest

Haunting music filled the air and Melissa closed her eyes and let the heart wrenching guitar strums consume her. So much pain and regret conveyed at the pluck of Jason’s fingers. She’d had no idea of his past until the blonde bimbo who lived in the flat above him had spilled the beans to his personal life.
Melissa had wanted the ground to swallow her up, when Jason had walked in on the conservation. Bimbo—she really ought to try and recall her name—had spun round, flattered her long eyelashes and positively purred at Jason.
“Ah, talk of the devil. I’m just filling our newbie here in on all the residents. You don’t mind, Jason, do you?”
Lips drawn into a tight line he’d ignored her, but it was the flash of pain that had crossed his rugged features that had torn at Melissa’s heart.
The music stopped and Melissa opened her door to find Jason stare into space. He turned to look at her, and there was that flash of something indecipherable again, before he masked it.
“That was so beautiful,” she said. “You must miss them.”
Jason smiled and nodded.

“You remind me of her, sweet girl.”

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx 

Monday, 20 October 2014

Curse of the Beast #newrelease @DoninaLynn #pnr @evernightpub #WinGC

Happy Monday, folks. Now, I don't know about you but with a title and cover like that, you just have to read the book, right? Well, if you still need convincing, then read on. Donina Lynn tells us about her fab new tale, and there's a giveaway too!


He wants revenge. She wants to save him from what he’s determined to become.

Thank you having me here today! I’m so excited to be sharing my first paranormal romance with you!

Curse Of The Beast is a story about how life can throw so much in your direction that you’re ready to wave the white flag and surrender. Grayson, our shapeshifting hero, has not only reached that point, he’s been pushed over it when his father is murdered. Grayson is alone, angry, tired of struggling and is more than ready to give up everything. That is, until, he meets the one person that can show him there is still something worth fighting for—love.

I hope you enjoy the story and make sure you take a moment to head on over and like my new Facebook author page HERE. Everyone that does is automatically entered to win a $25 Amazon gift card. Winner to be announced on Halloween! Good Luck! :-)

All of his life, Grayson Blackpaw lived by the rules of the half-breeds. He heeded the warnings and fought to keep the animal within under control, only to have his father murdered by the very thing his kind could never harm. Even if it means cursing himself to spend the rest of his days as a beast, Grayson was going to find the human responsible and make them pay—with their life.
Shapeshifters exist. Summer Jenkins wouldn’t have believed it herself, if she hadn’t watched a cougar change into a man before her very eyes. It doesn’t hurt when the man is as delectable as Grayson, either. Utterly droolworthy, Grayson sends her pulse racing and her heart falling...fast. But when Grayson admits that he’s willing to give up everything for the sake of revenge, will love be enough or can nothing stop the curse of the beast?

Summer inched over on the couch until her knees brushed against his, and she placed her hand on his thigh. It was a simple gesture of reassurance but the heat of her hand seeped through the denim, branding his skin and shooting higher. Desire flooded his veins and Summer’s breathing hitched when she felt it course through him. “He wasn’t the only one to touch me in some way, Grayson.”
Beginning to slowly make her way up his inner leg, Grayson grabbed her wrist before she closed what little distance there was left. If she made it to her destination, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He was already growing rigid in mere anticipation of her touching his length. If she actually made contact, he would lose what little restraint he held on to.
“Summer. I would like nothing more than to pull that dress up, plunge deep inside and take you over and over again, letting you know exactly how much I want you. But, we can’t. I won’t take the chance of hurting you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. Worrying that you will is enough for me to know that you won’t.”
“You can’t know that because even I don’t. Summer, you need to understand there’s a chance I will do exactly that.” Grayson shook his head and took a breath. He wasn’t sure he could explain the constant battle of wills that had been waging inside of him for as long as he could remember, or how he’d been losing, but he needed to try. It wasn’t him just being overly cautious, there was a real danger. If he lost what little hold he had on the cougar while he was with her, he didn’t know what would or could happen. Grayson didn’t even want to think of the possibilities. “The lure of our animal halves is strong. The more we give in to them, the stronger they become. The stronger they become, the more we give in to them. Without something to stop the progression, the animal and its instincts become the predominant half and slowly overpower the human’s ability to remain in control.”
“So the worst that can happen is you shift into the cougar. I can handle…”
Grayson shook his head to cut her off. That damn stubbornness of hers was more than a little frustrating. “No Summer, you can’t. The worst that can happen is not the cougar. It’s the beast.”



Sunday, 19 October 2014

#SexySnippets from Her Bear Protector (The Protectors) "It is not nice to doubt your Sir." #bdsm #shifter @sirenbookstrand

Happy Sunday, folks. It's just two days until Her Bear Protector releases, so today's snippets are another look into this story.

Tina is about to find out what happens when she doubt her Sir.

“I can see that you need convincing. It is not nice to doubt your Sir, girl.
Without warning he brought the flat hand of his hand down on her generous ass, and Tina shrieked, and tried to push up by her elbows, but Ronan was having none of that. He pushed her back down on the bed with a hand on the small of her back and she went limp at his growled, “Stay.”

He delivered several more stinging swats to her ass, the dominant in him satisfied at the way her skin pinked under his hands. He massaged the hot skin and a whimper escaped Tina, and she grew ever wetter for him.
“Give me a color, babe, and let me know you’re okay with this.”

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

Available for pre-order now at a 10% discount at Bookstrand


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Saturday, 18 October 2014

Release Blitz: Stay With Me @LaynaPimentel #bdsm #blitz @SecretCravings


Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one.
Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away.

Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet?
Mercedes popped an eye open to see the candle nearly burnt out. I don’t remember lighting this last night. Oh! The weight of a large arm wrapped around her, and the sheet hung off the edge of the bed. Alex! He spent the night.
He groaned into her ear as she adjusted her position. As she did so, there was a knock at her door. Mercedes gently lifted his arm and rolled out bed, grabbing her silk robe from behind the bedroom door and glancing at the time on the digital box, which read eight-o’clock.
Who the hell could be visiting so early? She’d paid the landlord three months in advance, and she hadn’t really met anyone to expect house calls.
From behind the door she called out “Who is it?”
“It’s me, dummy. Poppy and Brian.”
Shit. What now? “Poppy, it’s not really a good time. I was sleeping.”
“Just open the damned door. We won’t take up too much of your time. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Mercedes sighed. Reluctantly, she did as she was asked, and they made their way inside. “I’m sorry I don’t have any coffee, guys. I haven’t even been here long enough to go grocery shopping.”
“That’s all right, sugar. We only stopped in to see how you were holding up after last night,” Brian spoke up.
“I’m fine. Really. Though it was a shocker that Poppy would even think to invite me. But, as you can see, I made it home safe and sound, eventually.”
Never mind the fact that she had walked into a sick joke by Alex’s ex-sub—or whatever the heck she was called—Mercedes wouldn’t forget last night any time soon. The moment she had a chance to take up the issue with Poppy, she would. But not until they were alone.
As she sat across from her company in the armchair, Mercedes clenched her butt cheeks and relaxed them. She couldn’t get comfortable with the damned plug in her ass, and squirming or pouting wasn’t going to make it go away any time soon. Shoot! I forgot that was still there. “Is there any reason why this conversation couldn’t have waited ’til a more decent hour? Christ! It’s Saturday, and I had a long night, if you hadn’t noticed.”
Brian smirked and peered around her to look on the dining room table where Alex had left his jacket. “You never told us you had company.”
“Well, that’s because you never asked. Last I checked, I didn’t realize I had to inform you.”
He snorted, patting Poppy on the knee. “You’re a cheeky one. I can see why you and Poppy get along so well. We’ll be on our way.”
“So soon? I thought we might all go out for breakfast,” Alex announced from the bedroom door, wrapped in nothing but the bed sheet.
Mercedes flushed like a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Great. Now, everyone knows the kind of things we’ve been doing together.
“Christ, Mercedes. There’s no need to be shy. We’re all adults here. Now, come in here and get dressed so we can go out for some food. After that, I’ll take you to the grocery store.” Alex nodded to his friend. “Brian, how about you and Poppy meet us at Alessandro’s family diner?”
Mercedes was so embarrassed by the chance meeting between her friends and lover that she couldn’t meet his eye. I can’t believe he just did that. He might as well have stood there naked. Mmm…now there’s a thought.
Alex prancing around her apartment in the nude made for perfect entertainment. Who needed art to hang on the walls, when one swift look at his impeccably well-kept form was pleasurable enough? Just how did I get so lucky? If someone would have told her a week ago, that she’d move back to her hometown and find herself in the arms of a handsome, built, and uber sexy gentleman, she would have called them a liar.
She wasn’t exactly the perfect zero, or whatever the preferred size of women was these days. She was a healthy size twelve, with large boobs and a generously curvy butt.
For years, she had struggled with weight loss and trying to keep up with the social norm. But no matter what fitness center she joined, or fad diet she tried, her svelte body always came back. She’d practically given up thinking that anyone would accept her body for what it was. That is, until now.
Ugh. Must think positive thoughts. Alex…naked…
She imagined reaching forward and yanking the sheet from his body. Damn. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

Secret Cravings Publishing: http://goo.gl/1hRYvz

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, creator of the Romance Author at Large blog, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
Blog/Website: www.laynapimentel.com

Friday, 17 October 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Darkness #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Today's picture inspired a rather dark flash. Enjoy, I hope...

The bright colors seared her skin, and Anastasia sneered.  Such frivolity to hide the true darkness of this place. Her senses screamed at her to hurry. The place was almost deserted, and if she wanted to get Eliza out of there, now was the best time. An overweight and already inebriated customer swung out of a doorway and made a grab for her. His putrid breath wafted across her face as he leant in close.
“Hey there, sweetheart… how much… umph.”
His heavy bulk fell to the floor in a pool of blood and Anastasia sheathed her claws.

One down…


Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Till next week, folks.
D x

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Spotlight on: Forbidden Fruit @AuthorTBrooks #mm #shifter #newrelease @sirenbookstrand

I have a taste of the Forbidden Fruit on my blog today.


Enjoy this look at Taylor Brooks newest release.


Hi everyone, thanks for hosting me today to talk about my newest release, Forbidden Fruit.  This is the 3rd book in my Z Pac Alpha Shifters series and with this story I’ve added quite the surprise, taking this portion of the series to a scary time for the members of Zarantaria.
To understand a little bit more of my shifters series and the different species within them, I’ve prepared a short summary for you below. Be sure to read to the very bottom of this post for your chance to win an eCopy of this new release!

3D World Creation by Planet Postmoderna LLC

Four species live amongst one another in a land known as, Zarantaria. The large island of Zarantaria is a vast land with virtually every terrain imaginable.  It is rich in both forest, hard scapes and natural waters, some of which are fed from rivers and streams, which come from the waters that surround them.
Large rock formations make up a massive mountain range known as the Tetopas, which stretch through the valley out onto the farthest southwest corner of the island where the Sparticians live. 
While the island is roughly one hundred miles in width and nearly half that size in height, it is surrounded by a vast body of crystal clear water known as, The Ulstrea Sea which goes on as far as the eye can see. Ulstrea feeds several small rivers which flow into fresh water lakes within the Tetopas. While being a mountainous area, there are some tropical elements held within this land as well, such as beautiful plants and flowers. There are gorgeous sunsets of pink and purplish hues, which disappear into the shimming waters of Ulstrea.
 Surrounding the Tetopa Mountains are three other territories, which are home to the Panthtarians in the north west territory, the Concorrians in the north east territory and the Lynxians in the south western territory.
While most of these species live together in harmony with one another, there has always been an unspoken power struggle between the Sparticians and the Panthatarians, which lends to some conflict whenever they cross paths. Both species are the more dominant of their population, with the Concorrians and Lyxians being the more passive species. With the Sparticians heading up the biggest branch of law enforcement, the The Oath Keepers, The Panthatarians have always been said to have a dark side and all of Zarantaria are warned never to cross them.
Zarantaria is land that holds incredible beauty and intense emotions. Like with all strong feelings one can often times expect to find themselves experiencing passions that can both delight and bedevil.

Forbidden Fruit [Z Pac Alpha Shifters 3]

     Rourke Falco is single, lonely, and has no desire to even look for a mate. When his restlessness starts to take hold of him, he takes time away from the territory he works and live in. His hopes are that he may find some peace in the nearby blissful Unicyn Forest. 
     Ty Neston is a loner. When he becomes stricken with a problem that feels so good it is nearly painful, he escapes into the forest within the Sergin Valley. 
     Whether by luck or fate, Ty and Rourke cross paths with one another more than once. Ty is unable to deny his attraction for the Rourke and makes his move. Their uniting might have been fleeting if it hadn't been for a fruit that Ty had brought along the way. 
      Unrelenting passions and unmistakable lust set the stage for these two as they test the boundaries of species while exploring the depth of their connection.

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ADULT Excerpt:

Rourke stared out into the woods. Trees blanketed the area around him and made the forest seem darker than it actually was. If someone was lurking out there, he would never see them from where he stood. He was going to have to venture out into that same darkness in order to find whoever was stalking him.

He had just been about to take that first step when goose bumps formed on his body and the eeriest sensation washed over him. Completely frozen, Rourke stood, waiting silently for what he felt was right behind him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, the words were stolen right from him when he felt a warm breath hit the back of his neck. He should have been terrified at that moment. He had no idea who this person was. Yet the heat he felt from that simple gesture gave him a completely different reaction.


He could feel it growing in himself just as he sensed it from his silent observer.

Rourke slowly turned, not entirely sure what he expected to see.

When he was completely turned around he saw a man who he didn’t recognize. His hair was thick and black, cut short against his head. When his eyes met the person standing behind him, he was surprised to find that he was a few inches shorter than Rourke.

He looked down at him. With the flickering of the campfire Rourke could tell they were a magnificent blue, the kind that reminded him of the sea on a bright sunny day. Tonight they didn’t appear bright, though. They looked dark and mysterious. They looked tortured.

“Who are you?” he asked.


“What are you…doing here?” Rourke asked, hesitating as he felt the warm breath of this man hit his bare chest.

“I want you.”

Rourke was taken aback by his response. It was so blatant, and he offered no apology for his blunt reply.

“You…want me?”

Ty leaned in and placed his head closer to the hollow between Rourke’s neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply and let out a primal grumble.

“Do I know you?” Rourke asked, trying to ignore how turned on he was getting.


Whoever this man was, with his short answers and promiscuous behavior, it was obvious that he wasn’t from these parts of Zarantaria. Rourke was certain he would have recognized him if he was. The combination of his hair, olive skin tone and gorgeous blue eyes left the mind whirling with possibilities. This man, the one who calls himself Ty, was not the type who would be easily forgotten. This was the kind of male Zarantarian that Rourke knew he could never forget.

“Where did you come from?” Rourke asked.

Ty shook his head and lifted his hand. He cupped the side of Rourke’s cheek and massaged his thumb across Rourke’s stubbles. “That doesn’t matter.”

“What do you want?”

“I already told you,” Ty answered matter-of-factly and pressed his body into Rourke’s.

When Rourke felt the outline of Ty’s hard cock press against his upper thigh, his own dick swelled with excitement.

He had no idea who this man was. He had no idea where he came from. All he knew was, that no matter how crazy it seemed, he wanted Ty as well. He may regret it in the morning, but right then, in the moment, he was going to take what Ty was offering. He had to. His body begged him to.

Rourke reached down between their bodies and stroked the thickness that was poking at him. A small droplet of pre-cum leaked through Ty’s shorts, enticing Rourke all the more.

He pulled away and slowly rubbed at his own cock. Closing his eyes, he recalled just how long it had been since he’d been with another male.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” Ty whispered. “Take off your jeans. I want to see you.”

Rourke opened his eyes, slightly embarrassed that he felt so vulnerable to this man. He always considered himself to be in charge whenever he dealt with sex, but at the present moment he felt like putty in Ty’s hands as he began unbuttoning his jeans.

Ty licked his lips and quirked up an eyebrow as he watched Rourke. The hunger Rourke saw in him only intensified his own. He had never minded casual interludes before, in fact he usually welcomed them.

This though, this was different. This man had come out of nowhere. Rourke had no idea who he was, where he had come from, or whether or not he’d ever see him again. For all Rourke knew he could be a figment of his over stressed imagination.

He didn’t care either way. If this man was a damn mirage, Rourke was going to fuck him. He needed this. He wanted this. He wanted him.

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A little bit about Taylor:
I first fell in love with writing when I penned my first book for Siren Publishing, Take Me. I’m also an avid reader and find myself drawn to the stories of gay lovers. I think the passion these types of stories hold to be absolutely beautiful. This also explains why it’s my genre of choice for writing.
In addition to my Sultry SoCal, Rocky Mountain Man Hunt, and Z Pac Alpha Shifter series, I have many stories brewing inside my head just itching to break free. So stay tuned and I strive to come up with new and exciting ways to tease and please the readers.

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