Wednesday, November 1, 2017

WINNER ANNOUCEMENT


Well, fall is coming to an end and winter is nipping at our heels. 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 with us their favorite books.
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...
serena91291@gmail.com
 
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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

STORMY GLENN - Part Five


THE VAMPIRE'S TOUCH
~ Part Five ~
Charlie gasped at the sharp pain that stabbed him in the chest. "Can he do that?"
Xavier's grimace was not reassuring. "It can be done."
"I see." Charlie had known Marcus didn't want him, but to go so far to get rid of him...Why did that hurt so damn much?
Charlie's anguish made him angry. He clenched his fists, his lips spreading into a thin line. Fine. If Marcus didn't want him, then he didn't want Marcus.
And maybe, if he continued to tell himself that, he'd start to believe it.
Someday.
Charlie cleared his throat before asking, "How does one go about breaking a bond?"
"It is not an easy task," Xavier said.
"Just tell me."
"It involves great sacrifice."
Charlie's eyes narrowed. "What sort of sacrifice?"
"Blood, mostly." Xavier clasped his hands behind his back and started walking. "There is a ceremony, an ancient one, that can sever a bond between mates. I would not personally recommend it. Many have tried, but very few have survived."
"I get that, Xavier. Tell me the rest of it. What does blood have to do with it?"
"When the mating is between a human and a vampire, the human must be completely drained of blood."
Charlie swallowed hard. "C-Completely?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't I die?" That's kind of what happened when a human was drained of blood.
"Yes, you would."
Charlie leaned up against the nearest lamp post when his legs grew shaky. "Does Marcus know this?"
"I doubt it," Xavier replied. "As I said, the ceremony is an ancient one. The likelihood that Marcus knows the actual mechanics of the ceremony are small."
"But it's possible?"
"Anything is possible, Charlie."
Charlie pressed his hand to his chest when it became more work to breath than to not. "He hates me that much?" he whispered.
"Marcus does not hate you, Charlie. In fact, I suspect he is rather taken with you."
"He wants me dead!" How was that not hateful?
Xavier chuckled as if he found this entire thing amusing. "He does not want his orderly life ruffled."
"What?"
"Marcus is a man swamped in tradition. He has been taught that the mantle of leadership requires rigid control and an adherence to the laws and customs of our people. While he indulges in many things, he does not break with tradition."
Charlie squinted at the man. "What exactly does that mean?"
Xavier chuckled again. "In days past, human bond mates were chained to our beds and treated as beloved pets. They had no rights beyond what they were given by their mates."
Charlie growled. He'd be damned if he was chained so anyone's bed.
"Marcus is fighting your mating because he does not want a mate he has to chain to his bed. Deep in his heart, he wants one who will stand by his side and help him rule. He refuses to admit a human could be that person."
"So, it's not me he hates, but the fact that I'm human?"
Charlie wasn't sure if that made things better or worse.
"He does not hate humans. He's simply had limited experience with them. As the leader of his tribe, Marcus is tasked with keeping our existence from humans. He has been taught to prevent association with them at all costs. In his mind, it is very hard to follow that path if he is mated to a human."
"That's stupid."
"True, but it is how he thinks."
Charlie snorted. "Idiot."
Xavier chuckled. "That is also true."
Charlie started to smile as an idea began to form in his mind. He wasn't a masochist by any stretch of the imagination, but he also didn't take shit off of anyone. If Marcus Aguilera thought he could simply hide Charlie away until he broke their bond simply because he didn't want a human to rule beside him, he was in for a big surprise.
"Were you and Marcus good friends?"
"He is like a son to me."
"So, you only want what's best for him, right?"
Xavier gave a little nod. "Correct."
"Then I'm going to need your help."
Xavier's brow lifted. "My help?"
Charlie knew his grin was pure evil when Xavier took a step back. "It's time for Marcus to learn that he can't sweep this human under the rug."

* * * *

Marcus slammed his fist down on his desk. "I want him found!"
It had been three days and there was still no sign of Charlie. Marcus didn't understand how that could happen. Charlie was human. Marcus's vampires should have been able to find him, but it was as if Charlie had fallen off the face of the planet.
"We have three teams out searching for him now, Marcus," Dmitri said. "We'll find him."
"Send out more teams." He had to find Charlie.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Marcus?" Dmitri asked. "People are already starting to ask questions. If you send out more teams, they are going to want answers."
Marcus growled. He didn't fucking answer to anyone, least of all the members of his tribe. If they didn't like the way he did things, they could damn well challenge him. "I want him found!"
"Marcus—"
They both turned when someone knocked on the office door. "Come."
"My apologies, sire," Gavril said after he opened the door, "but you have a visitor."
"Not now, Gavril."
"It is the clairvoyant you sent for, sire."
Marcus forgot to breath. "Charlie is here?"
"Yes, sire."
"Where?" Marcus asked as he started around his desk.
"He is waiting in the foyer, sire."
Marcus tore out of the office and hurried down the hallway. His heat thundered so hard in his chest, it actually hurt. He couldn't understand this overwhelming need he had to see Charlie and assure himself that the man was unharmed. It simply didn't make sense.
He pushed past several vampires until he spotted Charlie standing in the entry hall amid several suitcases and boxes. "Charlie."
Charlie had an odd smile on his face when he turned, one Marcus couldn't decipher. It made him stiffen with trepidation.
"Hi, honey. I'm home."

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~ Coming Soon ~
 
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AUTHOR BIO
Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.
You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her at:

Monday, October 30, 2017

STORMY GLENN - Part Four


THE VAMPIRE'S TOUCH
~ Part Four ~

"Was that him?"
Marcus turned and pinned his second in command under his gaze. "Him?"
"The one you've been pining over."
"Pining?" Marcus Aguilera did not pine after anyone. Ever. He was the prince of his tribe, the ruler of his people. Marcus stiffened and his gaze turned to a glare. "I do not pine."
Marcus growled when Dmitri's eyes rolled. The man really should be more afraid of Marcus. Years of friendship probably had something to do with why he was not, but still. Very few got away with such disrespect.
"Well, you certainly haven't been yourself, not in months."
"The clairvoyant has nothing to do with it."
"Normally, I would be unable to smell a lie on you, but you reek of it."
Bloody hell.
Marcus clasped his hands behind his back, trying to strike a casual pose. "He was simply a dalliance, Dmitri, a blood donor who peeked my interest until I was done with him."
He refused to admit what Charlie actually was to him. The less people who knew they were mates, the more chance Marcus had of putting this all behind him...just as soon as he figured out how to do it.
"He seems to still have your interest."
"He is of no consequence." Marcus knew he might actually begin to believe that if he kept repeating it in his mind. "I have not seen him since I left him sleeping in his bed after Nikolas Vaile's holiday party. I was unaware that he was the clairvoyant I had sent for until he arrived."
"And now that you do know it's him?" Dmitri asked.
Marcus arched one of his dark eyebrows. "I will use his services and send him on his way."
Even if it killed him.
"Why exactly do you need his services?" Dmitri asked. "Who are you trying to contact?"
Marcus's gaze shot to the other vampires in the room, all of them listening with avid ears. He wasn't comfortable with others knowing his business on a good day. Today was not a good day.
He firmed his jaw as he looked back at Dmitri. "That is my business. I will not discuss it."
Dmitri raised an eyebrow before giving him a slight nod. Marcus knew he'd have to tell his second in command everything at some point—most likely when they were alone—but for now, he had a reprieve.
"I want—" A terrified screamed ripped through the night air, stealing Marcus's words. He swung around and stared at the double doors at the far side of the reception room. For a moment, a breath, he was frozen, unable to move.
The sound of something shattering on the floor above him roused Marcus and he took off running. Vampires jumped out of his way as he rushed past them, some crashing to the floor, others flattening themselves against the wall. Marcus ignored all of them as he ran.
That scream had been filled with terror.
Several vampires were running down the stairs as he ran up them. Marcus pushed past them until he reached the second floor landing. He paused for a moment, sniffing the air. He had told his guards to place Charlie in one of the guest bedrooms, but he had over twenty guest bedrooms. He could be in any of them.
Another loud scream sent Marcus running down the hallway to the left. He almost ran past the open doorway, but the pulsing vibrations from inside the room stopped him. Marcus turned and stepped into the room, scanning it with one sweep of his eyes.
Charlie wasn't here.
"Where is he?" Marcus shouted. He had to shout. It was the only way he could be heard over the screaming. He cocked his head to the side, a curious frown creasing his forehead. Why were they screaming?
A shaky hand pointed toward the balcony.
Marcus took several cautious steps toward the open doors. He could hear nothing, but the faint scent of his mate hung in the air. For a moment, a streak of terror—something he hadn't felt in more years than he could count—flickered to life.
He dismissed his fear as quickly as it had come. If Charlie had been taken, Marcus would be able to smell intruders. He smelled no one except Charlie and those in the room. Still, Charlie's scent was being carried on the breeze blowing in from outside.
Marcus stepped out onto the balcony. He was grateful for his enhanced eyesight as he searched the darkness for his mate. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Charlie running across the lawn toward the wall that encircled his estate. A bluish translucent figure ran beside him.
When Charlie reached the wall and started to climb up, rage unlike anything he had ever felt filled Marcus. His fangs dropped down and his claws extended. As enraged—and devastated—as he was that his mate was running from him, Marcus refused to run after him.
"Charlie!" he shouted, knowing the man would be able to hear him.
Charlie swung one leg over the top of the fence before turning to look back. Marcus knew Charlie could see him. The man stared right at him.
"Come back here now!"
Marcus roared with outrage when Charlie flipped him off before disappearing over the wall. He clenched his hands, crushing the stone railing beneath his fingers. He would get his mate back, one way or another.
And then Charlie O'Bannon was going to wish he had submitted, because Marcus had no mercy. He would not be shamed in front of his tribe, especially not by a human.
Marcus spun around and stormed back into the room. The screaming had stopped, but unless he got some answers, it was going to start again. "What in the bloody hell happened?" he snapped as he pinned his gaze on the vampires cowering in the corner. "How did Charlie get away?"
* * * *
Charlie laughed as he stopped running and bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "Did you see the look on his face?" Charlie couldn't remember anyone ever being that angry with him.
"He will not take this well."
Charlie lifted his head and glanced at the ghostly figure who had helped him escape. "I don't care." Making Marcus happy was so not at the top of his list of things to do. Soaking his head in a pit of sand, however...
"He will come after you."
"I doubt it." Marcus had made it more than clear how he felt about Charlie, and as much as that pained him, Charlie knew it was for the best. He seriously did not want anything to do with a bunch of blood sucking vampires.
The ghost in front of him didn't count.
"Look, you"—Charlie frowned—"What is your name?"
"Forgive me, young sir." The man smiled as he bowed slightly. "I am Xavier Lucien Dragos."
Huh. that was quite the name.
"I'm Charlie." He didn't attempt to shake the man's hand. That would be pointless. The guy was a ghost. A spirit. An aberration. Charlie's hand would pass right through him.
"Yes, I know." When Xavier started walking, Charlie walked beside him. "I am the one Marcus wished to speak with when he sent for a clairvoyant."
"You? Why?"
"I am his sire."
"Okay, and that means what?"
"I was his sire."
"What is that?" Charlie glanced at the man, looking him up and down. "You don't look old enough to be his father."
Xavier chuckled. "While I am far older than I appear, I am not his father. I was the head of the coven when he was born. As I had no offspring, Marcus inherited the coven from me when I was killed."
"So, you were like his king or something?"
"We do not have royalty as you would see it, but essentially yes."
Huh.
"Do you know why Marcus wanted to speak to you?"
Xavier shot him a look Charlie couldn't decipher.
Charlie swallowed tightly before asking, "What?"
"Marcus wishes to break your mate bond."

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THE VAMPIRE'S ASSISTANT

Jon Brighten had a brand new college degree, a student loan dogging him, and a spot to sleep on his sister's couch. He knew needed to find a job and move out, especially when he heard that his sister and her husband were expecting a baby. It was time to find his own place, but first he needed a job.

Applying for the personal assistant position to the reclusive Nikolas Vaile, CEO of Vaile Industries, one of the largest pharmaceutical and research companies in the world, seemed a little too high seeking, but what did Jon have to lose?

His blood?


Note: This book was previously at 17,000 words published with another publisher. This version has been extensively revised and expanded to over 30,000 words.


STORY EXCERPT

This is nuts. No way in hell would he get the job. Clearly almost every other applicant far outweighed him in class, education, and experience. Heck, he’d never even seen the inside of an Ivy League school. He’d driven by one once, but that was just to ogle the cute guys. That was probably as close as he would ever get to the upper echelon of high society.

The only thing Jon had was a deep drive to be something better than what he was now. A hunger for success he’d developed in spades after watching his stepfather jump from job to job almost his entire life. Well, when the man wasn’t doing time for some petty crime.

Carl Payne was the perfect example of everything Jon didn’t want to be. The man epitomized lazy, sleazy, and just plain disgusting. His only true pastime seemed to be drinking beer with his slimeball buddies and beating up every member of his family.

Because of his stepfather, Jon never touched alcohol—not even a wine cooler. In his experience, alcohol gave people excuses for the things they did. Jon never wanted to feel so out of control he hurt someone.

He was pretty close to feeling out of control right now, though. His nerves were fried. The economy sucked, and it didn’t seem like anyone was hiring. Jon had a college degree and he couldn’t even get a job flipping burgers.

After overhearing his brother-in-law, Ben, complain to his sister again last night about when Jon would be moving out, Jon decided he’d apply for every job he could find, no matter what, even flipping burgers. He’d do whatever it took—legally anyway—to be able to afford a roof over his head.

Ben wasn’t a bad guy, and he adored Jon’s baby sister, Gina. But they were barely making it financially. Having an extra mouth to feed was hard, even if Jon tried to help out around the house as much as possible. The odd job here and there brought in a little money, but it just wasn’t enough. Jon needed to find his own place.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He checked his appearance in the mirror, groaning when he spotted the large water spot on his white dress shirt. Just fucking perfect. Could his day get any worse?

He grabbed some dry paper towels and tried to wipe away as much of the water as he could manage. Shaking his head, he tossed the towels in the garbage then ran his fingers through his brown hair, wishing just once the curls would behave themselves. No matter what he did, his hair would just bounce all over the place.

Figuring there was nothing else he could do to make himself any more presentable, Jon made his way back down the hallway to the office. He opened the door and then stopped, glancing around in surprise. The waiting area, filled only a few minutes ago with about a half dozen people waiting to be interviewed, was now totally empty.

Jon took a cautious step into the room, the office door closing behind him with a soft whooshing sound. His heart began to sink as he looked around the empty room and listened for sounds of anyone else.

Had someone gotten the job already?

A loud crash from the room behind the secretary’s desk startled Jon. Curious, but also apprehensive as every horror movie he had ever watched flashed through his mind, he took a hesitant step closer, then another and another until he could peer around the edge of the doorway.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he took in the destruction of what must have once been a beautiful office. Chairs lay overturned or broken into pieces all over the floor. A large, wooden desk sat on its side near one wall. Shattered picture frames, torn books, and shredded papers littered the room.

Terrified he might have walked in on a break-in, Jon started to back out the door. A deep rumbled growl behind him froze Jon in his tracks. Low and menacing, the sound made Jon’s blood run cold.

He’d only heard that type of growl once before in his life, right before a rabid dog tried to attack him. He’d fought for his life then, and he felt pretty sure he would be fighting for it once again, only this time he didn’t think the growl came from a rabid dog.

He just wasn’t sure what it came from.

As slowly as he could, Jon turned to face whatever was behind him. He had just enough time to see red glowing eyes devouring him before a blur of motion took him to the floor with a loud painful thud.

The agony exploding in Jon’s back as he hit the hard floor was nothing compared to the pain ripping through his throat. He tried to fight back, hitting and scratching, biting at the body pinning him down, but the thing holding him in a death grip was too strong.

As Jon’s vision began to blur around the edges, he absently wondered at the strange taste in his mouth. Blood, obviously, based on the coppery tint, but somehow sweeter, less metallic.

How weird was that?

 

ADULT EXCERPT

Nikolas’s calm was shattered by the hunger welling up inside of him as he kissed Jon’s mouth. He slipped his hands down Jon’s arms then gripped his hips, pulling him closer. He caressed the length of Jon’s back.

The hard shaft pressed against him told Nikolas Jon’s desire mirrored his own. He couldn’t be more thrilled at the prospect. To not be desired by his rajaaka would be a nightmare of epic proportions.

Jon groaned, his hands tightening on Nikolas’s shirt. Nikolas felt a low rumble build in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he licked his way down to the soft pulse in Jon’s neck and sank in his teeth.

Jon arched toward Nikolas. The combination of Jon’s hard body pressed against his and the taste of sweet, hot blood exploding across his tongue created a heady combination. And knowing it was his rajaaka he held in his arms only added to the desire coursing through his veins.

Using his superior strength, Nikolas picked Jon up in his arms and carried him back over to the bed. He lowered him to the mattress, moving to cover Jon’s body with his own.

Nikolas extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark closed before lifting his head to look down into Jon’s dark, chocolate-brown eyes. He smiled, nearly overcome with the knowledge that the man he held in his arms was his rajaaka…the one he’d searched for all these years.

“I want to make love to you, rajaaka,” Nikolas said softly.

Jon inhaled, his eyes widening. “J–Jon.”

Nikolas smiled and reached up to caress the side of Jon’s face again. He couldn’t get over how soft the man’s skin felt, how wonderful it felt to just touch him. He couldn’t wait to feel Jon’s naked body pressed against his. The sensation would be like wrapping himself in warm silk.

“I know who you are, rajaaka.” Nikolas saw the wonder in Jon’s deep-brown eyes and smiled. What color would those eyes be when the man was in the midst of an orgasm? “I still want to make love to you.”

“I–I don’t even know you.”

Nikolas could see the confusion in Jon’s face, the uncertainty. He could also see the desire to give in. Nikolas stuck his index finger into his mouth and pricked it on one sharp fang.

“You know me,” Nikolas said as he rubbed his bleeding finger over Jon’s lips. “You know me better than anyone in the world.”

Nikolas growled low in his throat when Jon poked out his tongue to lick at the blood on his lips. He rubbed against Jon’s tongue with his finger then slipped it into Jon’s mouth.

Nikolas inhaled sharply. His cock grew achingly hard when Jon’s lips closed around his finger and the man began sucking on it. He felt each draw of Jon’s mouth on his finger in his cock.

Nikolas suddenly knew his rajaaka was going to be big trouble for him. He seemed very oral. Nikolas had no doubt Jon could get him to come just by sucking on his finger. He’d probably pass out from ecstasy if Jon sucked on his cock.

When Jon’s brown eyes fluttered up to his, Nikolas knew he was lost. He clawed at Jon’s clothing, ripping it away. He needed to feel the man’s body beneath his hands. He needed to feel his body pressing down on Jon’s. He just needed.

Nikolas’s lips followed his hands. He kissed each inch of naked skin he bared until Jon writhed under him, small pants and moans falling from his lush lips. And Jon had the fullest lips Nikolas had ever seen.

“Nik–Nikolas,” Jon moaned beneath him.

“Petjya, my sweet,” Nikolas corrected. “I want to hear you call me petjya.”

“Petjya?” Jon frowned. “I thought your name was Nikolas.”

“It is. Petjya is, um…” Nikolas frowned as he tried to best to translate the ancient vampire word into one Jon might understand. “It is like lover or mate. It is the proper way to address someone you are intimate with.”

“Are we going to be intimate?”

Nikolas glanced down at the nearly naked body beneath him then looked up to give Jon a feral grin. “That’s the plan.” He leaned down to take one brown-hued nipple into his mouth.

Jon cried out and arched up into him. Ah, a sweet spot. One he planned to exploit to its fullest. He moved his mouth across Jon’s chest to the other nipple, finding it already pert and stiff. He growled as he latched onto the hard little nub, nicking Jon accidently with his fang. Hot, sweet blood blossomed in his mouth. Nikolas sucked harder, wanting more of the satisfying taste.

“Ni–Ni—Petjya, please!” Jon wailed.

The sound of his rajaaka pleading for release ramped Nikolas’s arousal to a fever pitch. Refusing to release the nipple in his mouth, Nikolas reached down and ripped the rest of Jon’s clothing from his body.

He stripped his own clothing away at the same time, bemoaning the fact he had to let go of Jon’s taut nipple to get his shirt over his head, but the feeling of Jon’s naked body pressing against his more than made up for it. Nikolas hunched over Jon. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up until their cocks brushed together.

Jon’s legs surrounded him, wrapping naturally around his waist as if they had been there a hundred times. Nikolas delighted in the way his tanned hands looked against Jon’s pale skin, the contrast both amazing and mesmerizing.

“I’m going to love you now, rajaaka,” Nikolas said.

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AUTHOR BIO
Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.
You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her at:
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Sunday, October 29, 2017

STORMY GLENN - Part Three


THE VAMPIRE'S TOUCH
~ Part Three ~
 
Marcus Aguilera roared as he looked down at his Rajaaka, his bond mate. The other half of his soul. The sight of Charlie's bound hands and the blood trickling down the side of his face filled him with rage.
"What is the meaning of this?"  he shouted, his voice thundering through the room. Several vampires cringed and took hasty step sback. Everyone tilted their neck, showing him their submission.
When no one answered him, Marcus grabbed the closest guard to him, wrapping his fingers around the man's throat. His claws extended, sinking into the man's skin. "Who did this?"
"H-he re-resisted, s-sire."
Marcus felt a stab of pain in his chest as his gaze fell on Charlie again. He knew he would eventually see his mate again. He had always known that. He had been biding his time, waiting until he had the answers he sought.
At this point, he did not.
Marcus didn't understand how he could have been bonded to a human. It simply did not make sense. It was fine for Nikolas Vaile, who embraced the new world with open arms, but Marcus was old school. He clung to the old ways, to their traditions, and tradition stated humans were pets and nothing more.
He should have been bonded to another vampire. It was only right. He needed someone strong to rule at his side, not a pet to be pampered and provided for.
A human would never do.
"This is the clairvoyant I sent for?"
"I prefer the term spirit guide," Charlie snapped.
Oh, his pet was angry.
Marcus was almost amused. Almost. He tossed the guard away with a flick of his wrist, dismissing the man from his mind. "Escort our guest to a room and have him cleaned up." Marcus's mind flickered over what sort of care a human needed. "And see that he has food."
"Sire?"
Marcus's eyes narrowed. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, sire." Two of the remaining guards quickly stepped forward to follow Marcus's bidding.
Marcus couldn't help watching as Charlie was lifted and escorted out of the reception room. He clenched his hands, digging his claws into his palms. The desire to take the man and claim him, was strong, but he was stronger.
Only his decades of training had kept him from claiming Charlie the first time they had met. He suspected he would need to dig deeper this time, because he couldn't send Charlie away until the man did as he ordered and brought him the answers he needed.
And then he would send the man away again.
"Was that him?"
Marcus turned and pinned his second in command under his gaze. "Him?"
"The one you've been pining over."
"Pining?" Marcus Aguilera did not pine after anyone. Ever. He was the prince of his tribe, the ruler of his people. Marcus stiffened and his gaze turned to a glare. "I do not pine."
Marcus growled when Dmitri's eyes rolled. The man really should be more afraid of Marcus. Years of friendship probably had something to do with why he was not, but still. Very few got away with such disrespect.
"Well, you certainly haven't been yourself, not in months."
"The clairvoyant has nothing to do with it."
"Normally, I would be unable to smell a lie on you, but you reek of it."
Bloody hell.
Marcus clasped his hands behind his back, trying to strike a casual pose. "He was simply a dalliance, Dmitri, a blood donor who peeked my interest until I was done with him."
He refused to admit what Charlie actually was to him. The less people who knew they were mates, the more chance Marcus had of putting this all behind him...just as soon as he figured out how to do it.
"He seems to still have your interest."
"He is of no consequence." Marcus knew he might actually begin to believe that if he kept repeating it in his mind. "I have not seen him since I left him sleeping in his bed after Nikolas Vaile's holiday party. I was unaware that he was the clairvoyant I had sent for until he arrived."
"And now that you do know it's him?" Dmitri asked.
Marcus arched one of his dark eyebrows. "I will use his services and send him on his way."
Even if it killed him.
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Note: many have commented on where to find Nikolas Vaile and Jon's story. It is "The Vampire's Assistant". http://www.stormyglenn.com/thevampire'sassistant.htm
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EARTH DEMON
Elemental Demon 3
coming November 16th
Detective Jackson Aniston was pulled into a world he never knew existed kicking and screaming. Demons were real, and one of them swore they were mates. No matter how handsome or intriguing the Djini warrior was, Jack wasn't gay. It could never happen, no matter how many times Clagh kissed him.
Clagh had spent hundreds of years doing his duty to Jinnistan and his people. When his fellow warriors found their mates, he began to hope he would be granted the same gift. His Demonas Amaté was a welcome surprise. Now, if he could just get the handsome detective to see that they belonged together.
The threat to Jinnistan is greater than ever. The Shayatin are coming out in greater numbers, attacking indiscriminately. It's up to Clagh and Jack to find a connection between the rogue demons and a lethal new drug on the streets of both worlds before time run out.
http://www.stormyglenn.com/earthdemon.htm

STORY EXCERPT
"So, these tornado things," Jack Aniston said as he watched the two men sitting across the room from him, especially the one that was twirling a mini tornado around in the palm of his hand. That shit was just freaky. "Once you were claimed by Storym you could create them?"
"Yep." Nick twirled his finger, and the mini tornado began to swirl faster.
Jack's forehead creased as he frowned. "How?"
"Got me." Nick shrugged. "It's just something I can do, just like Gabe here can create fireballs."
Jack's eyes widened when Gabe created a fireball in the palm of his hand. He ducked down, the fireball barely missing his head as it sailed past him. He immediately turned and glared at Gabe. Jack rolled his eyes when he heard Nick snicker. He was getting really tired of being a target.
"Better watch it, Gabe," Nick said, "Tehmper is still pretty pissed at you for the holes in the study wall. It took the carpenters two weeks to fix them all."
Gabe pouted. "Well, he shouldn't have told me I couldn't keep my sword then, should he?"
"What are you going to do with a sword?" Nick asked. "It's not like you can return to the surface to fight."
Gabe rolled his eyes. "As we have all recently discovered, fighting is not restricted to the surface world, and I refuse to be locked up in a padded cell."
He needed a padded cell because he was insane. Jack was pretty sure they all were.
"True. I wouldn't mind the training so much if Storym didn't have a panic attack every time I stubbed my toe. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I mean, seriously, we train with all of the other demons, and he totally freaks out if one of them goes a little tough on me. They're all afraid to train with me."
"Be lucky you get to train," Gabe said. "Tehmper and I are still discussing it."
"Talk to him about it while you're giving him a blow job," Nick said. "He'll never be able to say no with his dick in your mouth."
"Eeewww," Jack groaned. "TMI, guys."
Seriously.
"Oh please." Nick snickered. "I've seen you eyeing Clagh's package more than once, and if I'm not mistaken, someone had swollen lips when they left the study the other night."
Jack's face flushed, and he quickly glanced away. "I don't know what you're talking about." Oh god, he couldn't believe someone had seen him. So, he had let the demon kiss him. So, the fuck what?
It was just one kiss.
Maybe two.
"Right," Nick snorted.
"I don't do men," Jack insisted for what must have been the millionth time since arriving in Jinnistan. He was not gay!
"Yes, but do you do demons?"
Jack suddenly laughed even though he felt his face flush yet again. "Maybe."
It wasn't exactly that he did demons and not men. He was just curious. Clagh was damn nice to look at—well, if he was going to be looking, and Jack wasn't admitting to anything—but damn, all those bulging muscles? They were hot.
Nick tilted his head back and grinned over at Gabe. "That just leaves Brayan."
"Brayan?" Gabe looked confused. "What about him?"
"Well, we've all moved back into the clan compound, except for Brayan. With the three of us here, we need to move Brayan here as well. He's one of us."
Gabe shook his head. "You heard him as well as I did. He doesn't want to move out of the palace."
"No." Nick shook his head. "He's afraid of moving out of the palace. Big difference."
"Why do you think that is?"
"A hundred reasons, I'm sure, but the most important one is that he's ashamed of the scars on his body. He needs to be here with us where we can teach him that he has nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, Zayne is here, and what better way for Brayan to come back to the land of the living than with his demon by his side."
Jack glanced up from listening to the conversation between Nick and Gabe when he saw a figure pause in the doorway. Storym, Nick's demon, held a finger up to his lips when he saw Jack looking at him. Jack smirked and glanced away.
"Plotting again, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack snickered when Nick jumped at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. Well, boyfriend, partner, mate—something like that. Jack still hadn't quite figured that part out. The tornado in Nick's hand got away from him when he lost concentration and flew across the room to smash into the bookcase. Books crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
Nick just sat there for a moment and stared. Jack started laughing at the stunned look on Nick's face, and then Gabe joined in until their laughter filled the silence in the room.
Storym grinned, which was actually a good look on the demon. He was usually so serious. "You need more practice, Demonas Amaté."
"Practice?" Nick chuckled as he turned to look longingly at the demon lounging against the archway. "I like practice."
Jack rolled his eyes as Nick jumped up and practically ran out of the room with Storym quickly giving chase. He had absolutely no delusions about where the two men were off too. It seemed every time he turned around Nick and Storym or Gabe and Tehmper were running off to have sex.
Gods, he could practically smell it. The pheromones and scent of sex that hung in the air in almost every damn room in the huge clan compound was overwhelming. Jack had jacked off so many times he was afraid of getting carpal tunnel.
"Well," Gabe said as he stood, "that was fun. I'm going to go find Tehmper."
Jack blinked and watched Gabe hightail it out of the study. He groaned and dropped his head back against the couch once the room was empty, closing his eyes. This was ridiculous. He just needed to go home and find his little black book, and then everything would be fine.
He could think of several women he could call for a night of fun between the sheets, no strings attached. There was…uh…well, she had brown hair. Brown hair and long legs. Brown hair, long legs, and muscles that went—Jack's eyes snapped open as he realized just what long legged brunette he was thinking about.
He rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyeballs, trying to dislodge the image. He so did not need to be thinking about that damn demon when he was horny. He did not do men…or demons.
"You are well, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack gulped and glanced toward the doorway, trying to remind himself that he did not do men or demons, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were. "I'm good, Clagh."
"Would you care to join me?" Clagh asked with a hopeful look on his face. "I am on my way down to the city center and you have not had time to see much of my world. I would be honored to show it to you."
Jack's boredom overrode his common sense. That was the only explanation for him nodding his head. He knew he had no business being around Clagh, especially considering that Clagh thought Jack was his Demonas Amaté.
Oh yeah, there was that whole kissing thing, too.

ADULT EXCERPT
"You smell really good," Jack whispered as he lifted his face and pressed it against Clagh's neck. He rubbed his nose back and forth across Clagh's warm skin. "Like a campfire and marshmallows." That might have sounded really strange to someone else, but Jack really loved marshmallows.
"Demonas Amaté."
"Hmm?" Jack nuzzled some more, wanting another sniff of that delicious scent.
"You must not." Jack felt Clagh's hard swallowed against his lips. "I cannot control myself if you continue."
Jack wasn't sure that was a bad thing.
"Demonas Amaté, please." The pleading tone to Clagh's voice finally got through to Jack.
With a heavy sigh, he lifted his head. "Would it be easier if I got naked?"
Clagh's eyes flashed red and Jack got the sudden idea that he was dealing with a predator, and he had just become its prey. The mere idea should have frightened him or repulsed him.
It didn't.
Neither did being held down and restrained by the vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles. If anything that was making Jack's heart beat a little faster.
He had always known he had a bit of kink in him. He had been more drawn to porn sites which featured bondage than anything else. He had indulged a little here and there with old girlfriends, but he had been the one tying them down. He had never trusted anyone enough to allow it to be done to him.
Until now.
"Clagh." Jack licked his lips as he grabbed his courage by the bootstraps and pulled. "Would you kiss me?"
Clagh's eyes rounded for a brief moment. "Do you know what you are asking, Jack?"
"I know."
"If I kiss you, I cannot promise my control will be strong enough to keep from claiming you."
Oh hell.
"I know that too."
"If I claim you, you will be mine, Jack. I won't give you up. You will be my Demonas Amaté for real."
Jack tried to swallow down his fear, but knew it flashed in his eyes when Clagh's expression dropped. "I—" Jack frowned when he tried to reach for Clagh, but couldn't. "Would you mind?" he asked as he nodded to his hand. He was free a moment later.
Jack pressed his hand against the side of Clagh's face. "I'll admit I'm scared, Clagh, but not of you. Never of you. I want you to know that." Jack didn't think he had actually ever been afraid of Clagh, at least not for his safety. When it came to the whole mate sex thing, he was terrified.
Clagh stared at him as if trying to gauge his truthfulness, but then he nodded. "What can I do to ease your mind?"
Jack smiled. "You're doing it."
Jack had no doubts about what was going to happen as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Clagh's. Well, he had a little doubt, but that was more about the actual mechanics of the act, not about what was going to happen. That it was going to happen, he had no doubt. Clagh had made that very clear when Jack had asked for a kiss. Now, Jack was taking his kiss.
''Keep that up, and I'm going to claim you."
Jack's heart quickened as he considered the threat. He raised his eyes and met Clagh's heated stare. "Okay."
He gasped when Clagh rolled, placing Jack below him. Clagh grabbed Jack's arms, pushing them above his head with one hand as the other skimmed down his side.
Jack shivered at the contact.
Clagh's dark eyes were intense as he gazed into Jack's eyes. "Do you want me to claim you, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to be claimed by Clagh from the moment he had laid eyes on the man. He just hadn't been brave enough to admit it until now.
"We should go back to the house and—"
Jack grabbed Clagh's arm when the man started to roll away. "No, here. I want you to claim me here in your special place."
"Take your clothes off, Demonas Amaté." Clagh's voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.
Jack shivered as Clagh released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.
"You have a very nice body, Jack." Clagh said as he stood and slowly started to peel his own clothes off. "The gods have truly blessed me."
Jack gulped when he saw the large cock slap Clagh's belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth, and suck it until Clagh shouted his name.
Would Clagh shout his name?
Clagh tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Jack's face, rubbing their cocks together as he kissed Jack. Jack moaned as Clagh cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper. His skin broke out in goose bumps as Clagh's hands left his ass and slid up his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked.
"I am going to make you mine, Jack. Do you understand this? It cannot be undone once it is done."
Jack nodded. "Yes."
A low guttural growl left Clagh's lips at Jack's answer.  "Lay on your back," Clagh demanded.
Jack twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Clagh was going to claim him. Jack laid down on his back and spread his legs wide.
"Beautiful," Clagh whispered as his eyes roamed over Jack's naked body, but Jack wasn't sure if Clagh was talking to him or to himself.
Clagh dropped to his knees and crawled closer, smoothing his hands over Jack's legs. Jack was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Clagh to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.
His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Clagh's fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way up his thighs toward his hard cock. Jack almost whined at the slow pace.
Clagh wrapped his large hand around Jack's hard shaft. This time he couldn't stop his moan. His legs spread wider as Clagh stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as Clagh watched him intently.
Jack writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there, drowned in a flood tide of exquisite pleasure as Clagh took him to another place, a place where Jack was no longer his own person, a place where Clagh owned him, mind, body, and soul.
"Come for me."

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