Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Winner Announcement

Well, our ManLove Winter Fantasies contest has come to an end and spring will soon be here. As we bring this ManLove Fantasies Contest to a close, I would like to thank all the readers who left such wonderful, uplifting messages for our participating authors. More times than not, it's the little things like a reader's love for a book or a particular character that gets out muse moving and helps us write that next book. I would also like to thank all of the authors that took the time to participate in this contest and share their stories with us. Your participation is always appreciated. Don't forget to come back in April for our ManLove Spring Fantasies contest where we will have more author showcases for you.
Now, for what you've all been waiting for. The winner of our grand prize Kindle Fire HD7 with a donated book from every participating author is...drum roll please...

Judy Stone

Please contact me at stormyglenn@hotmail.com or on facebook to make arrangements to receive your prize.

Monday, January 30, 2017


The winter ManLove Fantasies Blog is dedicated to new beginnings in the New Year. And I wanted to share a sneak peek of my work in progress titled, Trey. I hope you all enjoy it.   


Book 6 Belt Buckle Ranch

Trey Williams slept, as the pain medication worked its way through his system. When the car started bouncing along a gravel road, he slowly peeled his eyelids open and looked around. A surge of relief swept through his system, and moisture filled Trey’s eyes, as he choked back a sob. The gratitude he felt toward Oliver and the rest of the men, rocked the foundation of Trey’s life, and he knew things would never be the same again.
When the car passed under a large wooden sign that read Belt Buckle Ranch, Trey tried to smile, but his swollen lips wouldn’t even twitch. Trey glanced around and took in the beautiful surroundings. Large, snow-capped mountains set up the backdrop for the most picturesque place Trey had ever seen in his life. The land was sprinkled with snow, showing small patches of greenery throughout the open space.
Looking back, Trey realized that signing himself out of the hospital against doctor’s orders wasn’t the best idea, but he couldn’t stand the smell of the sterile environment. And it brought back a lot of memories from his childhood. The place made him physically ill, and even though he had been beaten to a bloody pulp, he couldn’t force himself to stay. Once he was conscious, Trey checked himself out against doctor’s orders and left.
He hadn’t taken into account the amount of pain he’d be in once the IV’s were removed and the pain medication left his system. Trey barely made it back to the apartment before collapsing in agony.
When the car came to an abrupt stop, Trey pushed the memory away. He wasn’t there any longer, so there was no sense in thinking about it. Coming back to the present, Trey’s eyes landed on a group of men standing on the porch of a two-story ranch house. They started walking toward the car, and Trey’s body shook uncontrollably as fear consumed him. He knew the men weren’t going to hurt him, but the feeling wouldn’t subside.
Oliver seemed to sense his distress. He jumped out of the car and intercepted the group, sending them away.
Taking a few deep breathes, Trey calmed his frayed nerves. Once the group had dispersed, Trey was relieved. Not just because of his anxiety, but because he didn’t want anyone else staring at him as if he were a circus freak. Having Oliver, Hank, and Robbie look at him with pity shining brightly in their eyes was bad enough.
The door opened, and Oliver leaned in the car. He wrapped his right arm around Trey’s waist, holding him close. “Lean on me. Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Trey nodded. He prepared himself for a severe amount of pain before moving his left leg. He stepped on the ground and shifted his weight. He started to stand, but Oliver took over, helping Trey to his feet in one fluid motion.  
“I’m Doctor Perry,” an older gentleman, in his early forties, introduced himself.
The man had brown tousled hair with silver strands painted throughout the thick locks. His eyes were kind, and he had a gentle smile. Looking at the man, gave Trey an automatic sense of peace.
I’m going to wrap my arm around your waist so that I can help you inside. We have to walk up a flight of stairs to one of the guest rooms. If you need to stop for a break, just let us know.”
Doctor Perry and Oliver allowed him to lean on them. They held him securely as they walked toward the house. With each step, Trey felt himself growing weak and tired, but he pushed himself to keep going. By the time he stepped over the threshold of the large farmhouse, Trey was wheezing.
Oliver and Doctor Perry immediately stopped. They gave him a few minutes to catch his breath and pull himself together. Panting heavily, Trey’s head dropped forward, and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t ever remember being so weak. Then again, he’d never been beaten within an inch of his life.
“Hank,” Oliver said. “Can you get me some water, please?”
After a couple minutes, Trey stood up a little straighter and lifted his head. Oliver pressed the water bottle against his lips. A few drops dribbled out, and Trey licked the opening, trying to take a drink of the water, but his swollen mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Most of the cool liquid ended up on the front of his shirt, but he did manage to take a few small sips.
“I’m good,” he told them.
“We’re going to take one stair at a time.” The doctor told him.
Trey nodded in agreement. He knew they couldn’t stand in the entry way all day, but he wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to take. The pain medication was wearing off. Every ache and pain rushed through his system. Lifting his foot, Trey stepped up. He took a few stairs before stopping once again. They made a total of two stops before finally reaching the top landing.
When he caught his breath, Oliver led him toward a bedroom. The walls were painted a creamy brown color, and there were a few large photographs hanging around the room. The furniture was rustic and hand-carved, with beautiful mountains pictured on the headboard of the bed. Three windows graced the longest wall, showing the beautiful outdoor scenery. It was perfect.
“Why don’t you help Trey get settled, while I grab my bag?” Doctor Perry let go of Trey’s waist before leaving the room in a rush, which proved that he was in pretty bad shape.
Trey knew his injuries looked bad. He’d seen his reflection, and of course, he’d seen other people’s reactions. But now he wondered if his injuries would ever really heal.
“I’m going to turn around and sit us both down on the side of the bed,” Oliver told him before he followed through with the action. “Okay.” He removed his arm from around Trey’s waist, and Trey leaned toward him. He placed his shoulder against Oliver’s, needing to keep himself sitting up so that he didn’t fall over. “Doctor Perry is a good guy. He’s trustworthy. When my brother Robbie got hurt stringing fence line, the doctor came out here and took care of him.”
“Okay,” Trey muttered.
Oliver slowly stood up. He placed a hand on Trey’s shoulder, and he felt a little bit stronger. It was almost as if Oliver was pushing his strength into Trey’s body.
“Let’s get you settled in this comfortable bed. The sooner the doctor checks you out, the sooner you can get some sleep.”
Trey tried to smile. He appreciated everything Oliver had done for him. Falling asleep would be a blessing after a long day of traveling. Trey started to scoot backward, moving toward the headboard an inch at a time. The doctor walked in just as his back touched the carved surface. Doctor Perry set his black medical bag down on the bed. He unzipped it and pulled out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. He took Trey’s vitals, walking him through each move he made.
He spoke to Trey calmly, as if he were a small child. “This is going to check your temperature,” he said, lifting a white device out of his bag and pressing it against Trey’s ear. “Can you give us a minute?” the doctor asked, looking at Oliver, and the other man nodded before turning toward the door.
“I’ll be outside if you need me,” Oliver said before slipping out.
“I have a few questions to ask, and I thought you might prefer to have some privacy. Anything you share with me will remain confidential.” 
Trey nodded.
“I’m going to do a full physical, but I need to know,” he paused for a moment before asking. “Were you raped?”
Trey closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at the doctor’s face. He was dirty. He was a whore with no future and no past. He was nobody. How could a prostitute be raped? He’d been asking for it, right? Trey walked the streets looking for men to pay cash for his time. Why should it be a surprise when a group of men decided to rape and beat him half to death?
He felt nauseous. Bile rose in his throat, burning everything in its wake. He was ready to rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach when Doctor Perry touched his hand. He held on tight, giving Trey an anchor. He rubbed his hand up and down Trey’s arm, giving him much needed support, and he was able to calm down. It was almost as if the man banished his demons with a single touch. 
Opening his eyes, he swallowed hard, before nodding. It was the first time he’d admitted the truth.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
Trey glanced away. It was hard for him to stare into Jon’s warm brown eyes.
“I want you to know that you’re safe here.” Jon’s voice was low and smooth. “The men at this ranch are good people. They’ll look out for you.”
Trey didn’t know how to respond. So, he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to believe the doctor, but he didn’t necessarily trust him. Trey had trusted people in the past, and every single one of them let him down. Oliver was the exception. He knew exactly what Trey was going through. He’d lived on the streets. He’d sold his body for cash. None of these other people had a clue.


Belt Buckle Ranch, Book 1

Jackson Murphy is an architect living and working in Los Angeles, California. His entire life is turned upside down when a private investigator hands him a manila envelope. Looking through the contents, he soon realizes that his biological father isn’t the man that raised him. Instead, it's a man named, William Rickett. William is very ill, and his last request is to meet Jackson. Dropping everything, Jackson packs a bag and heads to Colorado. 

Wyatt Thompson is the foreman at the Belt Buckle ranch. He’s also been a friend to William Rickett, the ranch owner for fifteen years. When the man passes away, it’s his responsibility to make sure William’s five sons stay at the ranch. His attraction to Jackson is instantaneous, but Wyatt is reluctant to follow his heart when the future is unknown. 

About the Author:
Olivia Black writes contemporary and paranormal gay romance with Siren Publishing. She lives in San Diego and spends most of her time writing and drinking coffee. Olivia is a hopeful romantic and believes everyone deserves to find their happily ever after. You can contact her at OliviaBlackBooks@gmail.com


Sunday, January 29, 2017

LISA OLIVER - Part Three

Rise With The Sun

In my newest book, On the Brink (Cloverleah Pack #10, coming January 10th) we learn that one of the MCs, Nereus is the son of Poseidon and Abraxas who is one of the four Horses of the Sun. Even though their affair was back at the beginning of time, Abraxas still goes back to Poseidon’s domain for one day, every five years, in the hopes of seeing his children. Poseidon’s always willing to share his bed but there’s no feelings involved. Abraxas is starting to think, now Nereus has found two mates, that maybe he deserves more than one night of intimacy every five years as well….
Part Three
Jordan knew most people would consider him naïve; making out with a stranger on his couch like it was the most natural thing on earth. But Jordan didn’t believe in making problems where there weren’t any. Any man who still cried over kids he had to leave well before Jordan was a twinkle in his mother’s eye had to be a good man, and Jordan wanted that in his life. He wanted permanence, he wanted acceptance and somehow his heart knew he could have that with Abraxas. Once he’d made up his mind, the rest was simple.
Abraxas kissed like a dream; if dreams were full of soft lips, questing tongues and muscles Jordan’s fingers ached to explore. Jordan’s heart was pounding, his cock was making a wet spot and he ached with the need to be filled.
“Bedroom?” Abraxas pulled back just as Jordan’s lungs screamed for air. “I can magic us there and naked if you like.”
I’ll keep that in mind for next time, Jordan thought as he slipped off Abraxas’s lap and tugged his sweats away from his hard-on. “Let’s do this the old-fashioned way. I’d love to undress you.”
Leading a man who looked like Thor with darker hair into his bedroom was a surreal experience for Jordan. No one in his experience was as big or as powerful as the man who held his hand and padded down the small hallway as though he belonged there. When they got inside his room, damn I forgot to make the bed, Jordan turned and swallowed, his eyes roving over the muscled chest barely hidden by the white tee shirt Abraxas was wearing.
“Do I pass muster?” Abraxas smiled.
“That other outfit of yours was pretty hot too, but then I think you’d look good in anything.” Jordan ran his hand under Abraxas’s shirt; his fingers finding warm flesh. He brushed a hardened nipple and Abraxas’s breath faltered. “Let’s get this off,” he suggested, tugging the shirt up to expose more flesh. There was no way he was tall enough to get it over Abraxas’s head, but the big man was happy to oblige.
Jordan’s face was level with the dip between Abraxas’s wide pectoral muscles. He had no chest hair; nothing but a tiny treasure trail that led from his belly button into his jeans. Closing his eyes, Jordan breathed in the heat of Abraxas’s body; his mouth tracing across the skin until he found that nipple again. He licked at it lightly, increasing the strength of the touch as Abraxas started to tremble. “On the bed, I think,” he said, his hands dropping to Abraxas’s jeans. “But we’ll take these off first.”
He tugged at the button fastening, his eyes watching Abraxas’s face for the slightest hint of discomfort. There was none. Abraxas’s eyes; Jordon just noticed they were a deep yellow with flicks of orange in them; they were heated. No matter what the color, Jordan knew that look. Abraxas’s nostrils were slightly flared and his chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. Finally getting the jeans undone, Jordan’s fingers encountered flesh and his eyes dropped automatically. “Oh wow.” Abraxas was in proportion. Jordan slowly crouched down, his fingers tickling the light fuzz Abraxas had on his legs, taking the jeans with him.
“You can top me if you prefer,” Abraxas offered. “I…er…it’s what I’m used to.”
Jordan tugged the jeans off Abraxas’s feet and led him to the bed. Naked, Abraxas was an artist’s dream. He pushed the man lightly to encourage him to sit down and then pulled at his own tee shirt. The damn thing was covering his head when he felt strong fingers on his hips and his sweat pants gave way. That was fine. Jordan could handle naked, but when a moist heat encompassed his cock, Jordan embarrassed himself with the loudness of his moan. He barely managed to get his shirt off his head, tossing it to the floor, riveted by the sight of Abraxas swallowing him down.
Damn, the man knew his way around a dick. His tongue was stroking down his shaft one minute and teasing that little bit of skin…yes, right there. Jordan thrust. He didn’t mean to, but Abraxas didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the suction got harder, his tongue more persistent and when his throat massaged the head of Jordan’s dick the next time, Jordan lost it. He couldn’t help it. Bending over Abraxas’s head, all Jordan could do was pant as Abraxas suckled him through the aftershocks.
“I…er…my knees.” Abraxas chuckled and Jordan found himself flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He stared up at the man who would apparently be his forever. “Are you sure you’re real? Harry didn’t slip something into my drink or something last night?”
He jumped when he felt a sharp pinch on his butt. “Did that feel real?” Jordan nodded, his eyes widening as Abraxas came closer.
“If it isn’t, I don’t care. Fuck me,” he said as his lips were taken all over again.
Abraxas’s head was swimming. He never dreamed sex could be like this. Poseidon was an accomplished lover; Abraxas used to leave his realm with twinges over every part of his body. But being with Jordan was so much more. Abraxas couldn’t put his finger on it, and honestly his brain was mush. There was no point in thinking. He wanted to feel.
And he felt everything. He moaned as he felt every trace of Jordan’s fingers over his back and arms. He reveled in the softness of Jordan’s mouth and how the sweet man opened to him so readily. His cock was hard enough to pound blocks and the thought of being able to penetrates his mate’s body was enough to give him full-body trembles. But did Jordan really mean what he said?
It seemed his little mate was quite capable of taking things into his own hands. Jordan pulled back from their kiss and panted, “reach into that drawer.” He pointed to the left. “There should be lube in there.”
Yep, Abraxas found it. Holding the tube in his hand, he wondered what he was going to do with it. Oh, he knew what it was used for, not that gods needed it as a rule, but really…?  Jordan made that decision too by pulling up his legs and holding his knees.
“Do you mind it this way, or did you want me to turn over?”
“Face to face,” Abraxas said quickly. Poseidon never liked to look at him, and…yep. Shut up brain. He’s got no place in Jordan’s bed.
“Get on with it then.” The smile on Jordan’s face was real and Abraxas looked down, almost swallowing his tongue. That tiny hole, so sweet and edged with blush. No hair, just smooth skin and oh my God, Abraxas moaned and then muttered when he couldn’t get the lube cap off. A warm leg slid past his thigh as Jordan got it sorted.
“Just do what comes naturally.” Jordan kissed his chest and lay back.
Naturally. Right. Taking a deep breath, Abraxas coated his fingers with the lube. It had a silky-smooth texture; warmed to his touch. Abraxas hesitantly put his fingers over the tight little star winking at him. Jordan moaned as he rubbed around the edges; the moans got deeper as he carefully slipped a finger inside.
Fuck two fingers aren’t going to cut it. Abraxas ignored Jordan’s pleas, the slender cock bouncing on Jordan’s abs. He kept his movements slow and careful and yet every time he pushed his fingers inside Jordan’s tight body he wanted to scream in triumph. This wonderfully sweet and sexy man wanted him. It was evident in the hardness of his length, the long moans and even the trickle of sweat that meandered down the side of Jordan’s flushed face.
Finally, when Abraxas’s own cock was threatening to spill, he slowly moved his fingers out and got into position. Jordan smiled up at him; nothing but encouragement and lust written on his face. Abraxas pushed; Jordan’s body giving way easily and for the first time in his entire existence, Abraxas’s horse made itself known. It was so sudden; such an intense feeling Abraxas almost pulled out but Jordan moaned again and fuck that sound…Abraxas couldn’t get enough of it. And besides; the way his dick was held so snug and tight and warm. Yeah, he wasn’t going anywhere.
He thrust gently a few times; his head thrown back, his eyes closed. He had nothing to compare it too. Every cell in his body tingled; his body heat rose – he normally only felt this hot when the chariot was near. But Helios was still making his downward descent in the sky, and Abraxas…he was thrusting into his mate’s body, drowning in the sensation.
Jordan’s arm on his bicep tugged him forward and he fell; his lower arms braced either side of his mate’s face. “Kiss me,” Jordan whispered, and as he did, Abraxas learned how the new position gave his mate so much pleasure. Jordan’s kiss was hungry now; his body surging against Abraxas’s own. Abraxas knew he was nearing the end too; his balls were tight enough to bounce and he got a tingly sensation deep in his abdomen.
Should I…how do I…. Abraxas wanted to claim his mate but he wasn’t sure how. But apparently, that’s where his horse came in. Abraxas felt a push and then his teeth, my god, my teeth, were in Jordan’s neck and he came with a rush that flew down his spine and straight out the end of his cock.
Jordan yelled, but nope, he wasn’t in pain. The semen coating his stomach let Abraxas know his mate was yelling in ecstasy, or maybe it was relief. But all he knew was the orgasm kept on coming and coming. He felt a sharp quick pain over his heart and then Jordan was in his head and Abraxas groaned as he slumped on his arms, taking care not to rest too much of his body weight on his smaller mate.
Because that was what Jordan was. His mate. No matter what the future held for them, he and Jordan were intricately bound and not even Zeus or the Fates could part them. He finally had someone to cherish who would never leave him. Abraxas could’ve wept, he was so damn happy.
Three weeks later
“I can’t believe you brought me here and you speak the language,” Jordan hissed as they wandered through the Louvre hand in hand.
“You said you wanted to see some art,” Abraxas smiled. “Besides, I thought you deserved a treat seeing as we’re off to see Poseidon tomorrow.”
“Yeah, the whole in bed one minute, walking around in Paris the next is taking some getting used to.”
Jordan couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since he tipped drinks over a man in mirrored sunglasses. He and Abraxas now shared a palatial suite in the House of the Sun. Helios turned out to have modern ideas and Jordan tended to forget he was talking to a God when the man was running around the house in fluffy slippers or curled up on the couch watching American soaps. The other house members all made him feel welcome. Too welcome at times. The Louvre would be a lot more enjoyable if he wasn’t feeling the effects of a hangover. Therbeeo’s homemade wine had a real kick to it.
“Come and have a drink,” Abraxas suggested. “A glass of wine, or a coffee. You’re choice.”
“I think I’d better stick to coffee,” Jordan said quickly. Abraxas led the way to a discreet little café and Jordan slumped into the nearest chair, listening to Abraxas order in fluent French.
“I can’t get over how you can do that,” he said when the waiter sashayed away.
“You’ve seen my other form; Helios took you for a ride in the chariot. You live in a house full of godly beings and you’re surprised I speak French?”
Jordan shrugged and then he laughed, because yeah, it was rather silly of him. “I just think you’re amazing and you surprise me every day.”
“No more than you surprise me,” Abraxas assured him. “Don’t think I didn’t hear how Helios went into raptures about your painting. Once Zeus catches wind of how good you are, and he will, you will be in hot demand.”
“It used to be my first love,” Jordan said and his lips quirked as he saw the flash of hope in Abraxas’s eyes. “Now you’re my first love, but art will always run a close second.”
Abraxas’s eyes widened so far, Jordan was worried his contacts would fall out. Apparently, the gods hadn’t heard of such a thing until Jordan mentioned them and now Abraxas had a whole range of them for when they were on earth. “You mean…oh, fuck, we need to get home. I have so much planned for this moment. I love you so much, you have no idea, but Therbeeo said I should wait, and Helios said I had all the time in the world, but I wanted to tell you…and I’ll shut up now.” Abraxas snapped his mouth shut, his cheeks bright red.
The waiter came over with two large mugs of coffee and a plate of pastries. Jordan waited until the man finished his job before picking up his cup. “I love the idea that you wanted to make our declaration of love a special moment. But you’ve brought so much into my life already and I know there’s so much more to come." He tapped his cup on Abraxas’s and said quietly, “to new beginnings and a long time to enjoy them.”
“To new beginnings, my love,” and as Jordan smiled at his mate’s handsome face, he could see the sun shining through his mate’s eyes. Even with the contacts in.
Mace’s Awakening
Book 3 Stockton Wolves
Roan didn’t expect to be put in a jail cell by the man who was meant to be his mate. But it wasn’t as though his life had ever been easy. In his world Omega wolves were sold as soon as they became useful, and he’d been trained his whole life in the arts of keeping a clean house and a Master happy. Unfortunately for him, being looked after was the last thing his mate seemed to want or need.
Mace was happy enough in his life. Women seemed attracted to his bad boy looks and his surly attitude. They never stuck around, but then he was married to his job, so he didn’t mind being alone at nights. And he had a pack. Okay, that wasn’t something he’d been raised to believe in, but he’d spent enough time with Shane and Dimitri and the rest of the guys to know they were like anyone else. They just sprouted fur on occasion, and ran on four legs instead of two. So when Dimitri confronted him with the fact that the cute little shifter he’d booked the day before was his mate, he had a lot of thinking to do – dealing with man bits was the least of his problems.
A serial killer with blond women in his sights, a whole host of misunderstandings, and the protective antics of Kalel, the cutest little cat shifter in existence, are just some of the hurdles these two men are going to have to overcome before they can have their HEA.
Warning: contains an Omega shifter who will break your heart, a gruff human detective who has a lot to learn about mates, and a pack that works overtime to keep their members safe. Contains M/M intimate situations and off page references to child abuse. If these are triggers for you, please don’t buy. As always, no cheating, no cliffhangers and an HEA guaranteed.
Roan huddled under the threadbare blanket. It stank of sweat and things he’d rather not think about but for the moment he was on his own, and that was a blessing. It wasn’t as though he smelled any better and he had more things to worry about than catching germs. His wolf was anxious, which was understandable given his confinement, but the pang in his heart was harder to deal with. Roan thought back to the big guy who’d caught him and in the stillness of the cell, was glad no one could hear his whimper. The man smelled amazing – like cinnamon buns drizzled with honey – the scents of a home Roan had only ever dreamed about. It was that wretched smell, the way it threw his wolf into a tizzy, his heart beat faster and his cock harden beyond the point of pain, that stifled Roan’s self-preservation instincts, allowing himself to be caught.
But the rough detective hadn’t noticed anything special about him. Of course he hadn’t – he was human, and if the lewd comments coming from some of the others in the station were to be believed, a lover of women, many women. Roan sighed. There had been a time, back when his parents kept him safe, a roof over his head and three decent meals a day, when he’d believed the stories others told of the mating bond. In his adolescent years he dreamed of seeing some guy; Roan always knew where his inclinations lie. He believed the whole eyes meeting across a crowded room scenario. Both of them would know in that one instant and Roan would have a life filled with love, laughter and a man who would cherish him for life.
Roan laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. He should be grateful his detective had given him a night of safety. The meals had been passed out earlier, and Roan’s stomach was fighting to process the first semi-decent meal he’d had in a long time. The mattress was lumpy, but it was better than a concrete step in a doorway and he had been given the blanket, which was a major improvement from huddling in his threadbare coat praying no one would steal it.
He should try to sleep; it could be a while before he’d be able to do that again, but his wolf’s agitation was keeping Roan on edge. The lights were turned off an hour or so before, not that Roan needed them to see, but he didn’t feel safe. Unfamiliar noises and smells, footsteps coming down the corridor; they all combined to hone the anxiety his wolf was already feeling. There was no way out, no windows to see out, just concrete blocks, and one wretched door that was firmly locked…. Roan felt his head swim, and he tried to control his breathing, but the feelings of being trapped, scared, unwanted and tired – he was so freaking tired. He couldn’t catch a breath. His heart was beating out of his chest and his wolf surged, trying to protect him. Roan knew he shouldn’t shift; knew he mustn’t let his wolf out…but he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see….
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Large hands patted his back and for a second Roan panicked. But then the smell of cinnamon and honey punched his nose and he instinctively turned towards that delicious scent. A broad chest was there, right there, and that was enough for Roan. It had to be a dream, but if it was then Roan would hang onto it because it was all he had. He scrambled about until he found a solid lap, curled into it and closed his eyes. He was safe. He could breathe again and now, maybe, he could get some rest.

Adult Excerpt – NSFW
“It’s our bed, precious,” Mace reminded gruffly. He remembered what Dimitri said about mating and added, “Our bed, our house, our place. Always. Everything I have is yours too.”
Roan’s eyes widened, and then a cheeky grin flashed across his face. “Does that include this?” Mother of God, Roan’s grip on his cock sent a shaft of lightening up Mace’s spine.
“Do you know what to do with it?” Mace teased, before he remembered that Roan didn’t respond well to teasing. But maybe the decent sleep his mate enjoyed had done something positive for Roan too, because his mate laughed. Light, quiet, but a laugh nonetheless and the grip around Mace’s cock tightened.
“I know what I want to do with it,” Roan said as a soft blush reddened his cheeks. “I’m still hungry. Can I have a taste?”
Considering no man in his right man would turn down a blowjob, Mace was flat on his back in a flash. He tilted his dick up and waggled it. “It’s all yours.”
Fuck, his dick wasn’t the only thing that he’d willingly give over to Roan, Mace thought as his length was expertly swallowed and then sucked like Roan’s life depended on it. Mace didn’t want to think about where Roan got his skills in the cock-sucking department, he’d much rather appreciate them. He groaned and thrust gently, unwilling to hurt his mate, but wanting more. The need that stemmed from his belly grew, until it encased his whole body, and suddenly just getting a blowjob wasn’t enough.
Hauling Roan across his chest, Mace wove his fingers through Roan’s hair, and claimed his mouth. He felt savage, brutal, filled with a lust he’d never experienced with any of the women he’d taken to bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Roan could take it; that for the first time in his life Mace was with someone who could handle his true self, and that thought spurred him on. His tongue pushed into Roan’s willing mouth, his hands pressing Roan’s body hard onto his, rutting them together, trying to get inside of Roan’s skin. Before long even that wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside of his mate, needed to feel that heat, to know that Roan was safe, and his, and that Roan wouldn’t fucking leave again.
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, January 28, 2017

LEI CAROL - Part Five

Happy Saturday Everyone,
I want to start today off by saying another HUGE thank you to Stormy Glenn for doing this blog and for allowing me to have 5 dates this month. Today you will be able to see whether or not Damian and Terek are able to pull their heads out of their asses, as some of you have said in the comments.
I am so excited to share with all of you the new cover for Desperate Times today as well. I will be releasing this story on Valentine's Day so make sure to keep an eye out for future information. You can head over to either of my pages for buy links or for updates.
Thank you to all of you for coming back to see what happened with Damian and Terek and I hope you aren’t disappointed with the ending.
Love to you all,
Lei Carol


1 Year Later

Standing at the sink as he washed the last of the dishes, Damian found himself thinking over the last year of his life and how much things had changed. Some days he woke up surprised to find himself lying next to a man he was head-over-heels in love with, let alone still living in the same town, working the same job. He had been on the brink of packing up his house and moving away, until his fantasies came true.

Over the last twelve months they both worked very hard to make their relationship grow. They had a lot of great times, made a lot of great memories with each other but they also had a few hard times. The first few months of their budding relationship Damian didn’t push Terek to out their relationship. They hung out with friends, some knew about them while others didn’t or if they suspected they didn’t question them.

But you could only hide and pretend something wasn’t going on for so long before you start to feel used and dirty. It was those feelings that caused their first major blow up. Typically Damian didn’t care about how he was introduced to people but there was this one day they were in town having lunch at this chinese buffet when Terek’s older brother walked in.

At first Terek tried to hide his face and it took Damian a few minutes to realize what was going on. Before he knew what was happening, Terek’s older brother walked right up to the table to slap his baby brother on the back and plop down in an empty chair. Damian sat there listening to the two brothers talk while eating his lunch, unable to join the conversation since he didn’t know the other man. It wasn’t until Damian had gotten up from the table to get more food that Terek’s brother finally introduced himself as Rocky.

It was at that moment Terek had this look of panic cross his face as he tried to figure out how to introduce just who Damian was to him. He introduced himself as a friend and Terek didn’t try to say different which left him feeling heartbroken and sick to his stomach. The entire plate of food he’d had in front of him went to waste as his stomach felt like a lead balloon.

The whole drive home Damian listened to Terek jabber on from one subject to another, singing along with the radio, while Damian sat there silently hurting. He tried to remind himself of his promise to wait until Terek was willing to tell his family and friends about their relationship but he never imagined how hard it would be. Yet, a little voice whispered to him throughout the entire twenty minute drive, reminding him about how hard it had been to open up to his friends. Damian felt like the pot calling the kettle black.

Which was why they had their first fight. Both said things they didn’t mean. Both stormed away. But before they went to bed that night Terek had come back to the house and they talked. They made a promise to each other that night and ever since they never went to bed angry with each other.

Since that fight they worked hard with one another to build their relationship rather than tear it apart.  It wasn’t easy but what relationship ever was? He liked to think they learned something from that fight. Sometimes he wondered if communication wasn’t the secret to life.

Once they moved past the fight the next big hurdle they faced was Terek coming out to his family. As they were gearing up for their second month anniversary - something they agreed they should celebrate each month - Terek surprised Damian by taking him to Terek’s mom’s house for dinner. Once everyone was done greeting each other, Terek sat down next to Damian and before he could say a word Terek kissed him. Right in front of everyone. It was by far the best coming out he had ever seen. Of course, Terek’s brother shouted, “I knew it! Pay up, bitches!” while holding his hand out palm up.

By the time they had left that night Damian felt as if he was one of the family. They even planned a big camping trip during the summer for two weeks. The first week Terek’s family all came out and the second week once his family left Ali and Dillon came out with Noah. That week was one of his ultimate favorite memories so far.

Of course, it was the first time Dillon got to experience having sex with a guy, while his girlfriend watched. They all enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Each surprised there wasn't any jealousy or anger between each couple but they agreed it wouldn’t be a repeatable experience.

Shaking his memories away, Damian pulled the plug from the bottom of the sink, reaching for the dish towel on the counter. Checking the time above the stove, Damian was disappointed to see he still had a few hours before they were expected to be at Ali and Dillon’s house. He was at a loss for what he should do to kill the time, especially since he’d already cleaned the whole house and taken his shower.

The day before he had gone to the store to stock up on snacks and alcohol but the plan had been to make nachos once they had gotten to their friends’ house. Terek was still sleeping because he didn’t get off work until after four a.m. since one of the systems crashed. Basically shutting everything down in the casino until it was fixed.

Unable to come up with any other ideas of something to do, Damian pulled the carne asada from the fridge to start to prepare it rather than waiting. Once the meat was on the stove cooking, Damian started looking through the cupboards for something to make for dessert. An idea formed when he spotted a box of graham crackers, two different flavors of icing, and two bags of white chocolate and milk chocolate chips.

He knew it would make a sickening sweet dessert but the idea he had sounded fantastic in his head. Once Damian laid all the ingredients out, he started by opening the bags of chocolate chips. Once the chips were poured into glass mixing bowls to melt, Damian moved to the package of graham crackers, breaking them in half. Reaching for the containers of frosting, Damian opened each container  spreading both chocolate and vanilla frosting on half of the crackers.

Making a sandwich with the unfrosted halves to the frosted halves, stirring the chocolate mixes on the stove, Damian waited until the chocolate was completely melted before removing it from the heat and dipping each of the little graham cracker sandwiches into the mix. He dipped half of each one into first one mixture before sitting it on the rack to cool. Once he had gone through all of them and the chocolate had dried he started all over by dipping the other half into the other chocolate. By the time he was done each sandwich had both a white and milk chocolate coating. It took everything he had not to start eating them right then but Damian knew they would make the best dessert once everyone started smoking.

Jerking as two warm arms wrapped around his waist Damian didn’t try to stop the smile from spreading across his face as he caught a whiff of Terek’s cologne. “Mmmm, hi babe. Sleep well?”

He could hear the pout in Terek’s muffled voice as he muttered, “No,” against his neck.

“Why’s that?”

“You know I don’t sleep well without you next to me. You cast your spell and I’m hooked. Plus I can smell food cooking. What are you making?”    

“Just prepping stuff for when we head to Dillon and Ali’s. Do you know when we are supposed to head over there?”  Lying his head back against Terek’s shoulder, soft moans escaping his throat as Terek’s soft nibbling kisses travel up and down his exposed skin.

“I think we have some time left to spare, why don’t you join me in bed? I want to tell you a bedtime story about the sweet tasting bartender getting eaten by the big, bad wolf.”

Rolling his eyes and laughing Damian shook his head against his lover’s shoulder. “There’s only one problem… well, two problems with that idea. First, the steak is still cooking and second, we’re supposed to be getting ready to go to Ali and Dillon’s house. So, save that thought for later and go take your shower.”

Terek didn’t let go of Damian’s body or stop placing his biting kisses against his neck for another five minutes. During that time both their phones repeatedly went off with text messages from both Ali and Dillon wanting to know when they were going to be arriving.

Once Terek was out of the shower and Damian had everything packed up and ready to go, Terek put Crono’s leash on him and off they went. They had the radio on for background noise, neither of them paying very close attention to what was playing until the chorus of one of their favorite songs came on and then neither seemed to be able to stop themselves from belting out the words.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me.”

At some point during the song Damian watched Terek pull out his phone to record them on SnapChat. Once they were done singing along and laughing with each other, he heard his phone chime signaling he had a new snap message. Terek and Dillon had this obsession with sending each other the most random messages. Damian found it hilarious to watch because it was their thing.

Before he put his truck in part they could see Noah standing at the front window barking his damned head off with excitement. Of course, Crono was in the back seat answering back just as loudly as his best friend. You would think they hadn’t seen each other in a month rather than a couple of days.

Offering their hello’s as they walked in the house, Terek headed for the couch with the alcohol while Damian headed to the kitchen. Once he placed the desert in the fridge and the steak on the counter with everything else, he headed back into the living room to sit next to his boyfriend.

“Oh, hey, I’m Damian.” He introduced himself to the couple sitting on the other couch. He’d seen the guy in pictures on Ali’s facebook page but had never met him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Andy and this is my girlfriend, Tracy.”

Damian waited until everyone had their plates of food before he began to explain the game, “Alright guys. Y’all have heard of the game called three truths and a lie, right? Each of you should have the same note pad and the same colored pen. The object of the game is to write down either a truth or a lie about yourself. Each round there is a quote on quote dealer. The dealer is the only person who will not write anything down, but will shuffle the pieces of paper and then read them all out loud. Once all of them have been read the dealer has to pick one and say not only whose paper it is and whether it is a truth or a lie. Now if the dealer guesses both incorrectly then he or she has to take two drinks. If they guess correctly, then the next person goes. The object is to have the most correct answers. Any questions?”

It took a few rounds for everyone to catch on to the game but by the time they had gone through everyone once, they were all laughing and teasing one another. So far Dillon, Terek, Andy and Ali had all guessed wrong, now it was his turn to go again. There was something going on between Terek and Dillon that left Damian feeling suspicious of the two.

Deciding to ignore whatever they were up to, Damian waited until everyone placed their papers in the pile before mixing them all up so he wouldn’t know who’s was who’s. Once he was satisfied all the pages were shuffled he began to read them, “When I was in high school kids used to tease that I would be the crazy cat lady. Ouch, that’s harsh. Next one says, I like to watch Pitch Perfect over and over. I don’t know that I’ve watched the movie but alright. I have an obsession with buying digital movie codes. Dude, who doesn’t. I hate all Disney movies. Seriously? What’s wrong with you? Alright last one, I wonder what it says. For the last two months I have tried to come up with the best way to ask you a question and I think tonight is the best time to ask…. "Ask? Ask what?” Damian asked looking up from the papers in his hand.

Never in a million years did he expect to see the sight before him. “Terek? What are you doing?” While he had been reading the last piece of paper, Damian didn’t notice Terek moving from his spot on the couch to kneel next to him. Unable to look away, he focused on Terek reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a black jewelry box.

“Damian, will you marry me?” Terek asked softly while opening the top of the box to reveal two matching white gold bands. “I love you so much. I never thought I would find someone who completed me like you and I can’t imagine living my life without you beside me. You make me want to be a better man. A better friend. A better partner. I would be honored to be able to call you my husband.”

The silence in the room was deafening as everyone waited on the edge of their seats for Damian to answer Terek. Even all of the animals were silent.

Damian’s heart started pounding as his eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he had wanted to as he launched himself into Terek’s waiting arms, shouting, “Yes! Oh God, yes!” before pressing his lips against Terek’s as their friends screamed and cheered around them.

The End

~ Coming Valentine's Day ~


Lei Carol
Welcome to my author biography. Short and sweet.
I love writing about the men in my books and meeting their personalities. The stories we create together make for very lifelike and relatable experiences. For the most part, my books exist in the Lei Carol multi-verse but can line up with some of my influences and real life (but not much). Each story I bring to life has its own trials and tribulations. Pick up one today. My personal favorite is Unlocking the Past.

Currently I live in Southern Oregon with my two cats, Outkazt & Torilei (sounds like Torilie not Torilee) but am in the works to hopefully make a big move this year. I am always amused by my muse and what he finds as inspiration. Anything and everything is up for grabs when it comes to my muse.

More often than not I can be found sitting at the kitchen table, headphones plugged into my computer with Pandora playing, a large cup of coffee next to me growing cold while I try to ignore what ever distraction tactics my cats are deploying.

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