Tuesday, May 1, 2018

WINNER ANNOUNCMENT

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 our muse moving and helps us write that next book. I would also like to thank all of the authors who took the time to participate in this contest and share their stories with us .
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...
Tammy Zimmerman
Remember to come back in July for our ManLove Fantasies Summer Contest. Our authors are already working on their stories.

Monday, April 30, 2018

STORMY GLENN - Part Two


Don Giovanni de la Fortuna
(An Italian Tale)

Sicilianische Mahrchen...The Pink Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang, [c. 1889]
~ Part Two ~
"Have you heard the news, sire?"
"What news?" the king inquired.
Benito glanced toward his father, his curiosity piqued. 
"They say there is a man living down by the coast. He is as rich as Midas, but he shares his wealth with any in need."
King Enzo raised an eyebrow. "You don't say?"
His royal advisor nodded. "He regularly donates to charities and gives to the poor."
"That's quite commendable."
Benito absently nodded his head in agreement. Having spent his entire life growing up in the king's court, it wasn't often that he heard of someone so praiseworthy. Most at court had ulterior motives for behaving the way they did, and usually those motives weren't good. It was kind of a dog-eat-dog world.
Benito hated it, but what was he to do? He was the king's youngest son. A prince. At least he was lucky enough to have two older siblings so the chance of him inheriting the throne were little to none. As such, he was pretty much left alone to do what he wanted.
The attention of the court was centered on his brother and sister, both of whom had a chance to rule the kingdom once their father passed on. He prayed that was a very, very long time away. His father was a good king and their people needed him.
"I was thinking," the advisor continued, "with the way the last natural disaster depleted your bank account, maybe you could ask this gentleman for a low interest loan. You don't need to ask for a lot, just enough to finish rebuilding the hospital in the southern province."
Benito's heart ached for all those who had lost their homes or their loved one when floods ravaged the southern province. They were still trying to get a handle on how much damage there was, but it was estimated to be in the billions.
"Find out more about this man," the king directed. "I need to know what type of man he is before I ask him for money."
Benito thought that was a good idea. As king, his father wasn't just responsible for himself or his immediate family. He had an entire kingdom to care for. Decisions he made effected a lot of lives.
When the doors of the throne room clanked open and his brother and sister came striding in, Benito quickly stepped back into the shadows. They were years older than him and Benito felt that age gape every day of his life. Marco was the oldest with Antonia coming just a year later. Benito was the baby, having been born five years after Antonia.
Neither had time for a infant child.
As he grew older, Benito was glad he hadn't garnered their attention. They weren't mean to him exactly, but they weren't friendly either. Benito knew it stemmed from the fact that they were both preparing to rule a kingdom. Marco would take over after their father passed on, and Antonia would marry another royal and one day become queen of another kingdom.
Benito was so far down the royal list, he'd stay a prince for the rest of his life. Frankly, he was okay with that. He'd seen how the royal life had turned his siblings into self-serving, entitled jerks.
Overlooked by most due to his siblings' importance to the crown, Benito tended to spend a majority of his time with his parents and the servants. He hated being in the limelight and was able to get out of most public appearances because his parents knew he was horribly shy.
Benito stayed in the shadows and watched his siblings approach his parents. Marco flopped down in a chair next to their father. Antonio seated herself with a little bit more decorum, sitting next to their mother.
"Father, I need an advance on my quarterly allowance," Marco began. "I have found a wonderful racing horse at a ranch west of here that is sure to win every race he is entered into. The owner has offered me a fifty percent share in all the winnings if I invest with him."
The king sighed. "My son—"
"It's not that much, Father," Marco insisted. "Twenty five thousand should do it."
"For a horse?"
"He's a really fast horse."
"Marco—"
"The money is already mine, Father. I'm just asking for an advance on the next payment."
Benito was glad Marco couldn't see him shake his head. He'd go through the roof. Benito didn't understand how his brother could go through money like it was water through his fingers. He spent more on his wardrobe than most people made in a year.
Benito worried about the state of their kingdom when Marco became king. He'd bankrupt the entire country within a year of taking the crown.
They all had the same trust funds, set up by their grandfather on the day they were each born. Each quarter, they received a small allowance. When they reached the age of thirty, they would receive the remaining bulk. Marco still had another three years to go.
Antonio was a little more reserved with her spending than their brother. She knew she was saving for the day when she would eventually marry and become the wife of a member of royalty from another country. Her trust fund would be a dowry of sorts, something to take with her so she would never be the "poor relation" of her marriage.
Benito still had most of his trust fund. There wasn't really all that much he had to spend money on. He lived in his father's castle and was fed by the servants. While he did use some of his money to help out around the kingdom here and there, most of it was invested for the future.
He knew he would not always have the luxury of living under his father's roof. One day, after his parents passed on, his brother would take over the kingdom, and there was no way Benito was living under Marco's roof. The day Marco took the crown was the day that Benito moved out. The money he was saving was supposed to help him get set up somewhere else.
"You will just have to wait until the quarter ends, Marco."
"Father—"
Benito blinked in surprise when his father held up a hand. "I said no, Marco, and that will be the end of it. All of our money is going toward rebuilding the southern region at the moment. I do not have any to spare you for a horse, no matter how fast he is."
Marco's eyes narrowed and for a moment, Benito was afraid he would strike their father. He held his breath until Marco jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room. Benito knew his brother had a temper, but he had never seen his brother so angry.
There was a part of him that wondered if Marco could have truly hit their father. He had heard stories of Marco losing his temper and striking out at others in anger, but they were just rumors. He'd seen his brother get rough with the servants on occasion, but he'd never seen Marco hit anyone. It was a scary thought that he might.
"You must do something to rein that boy in, my dear," Benito's mother was saying. "His spending is out of control. What will happen to our people once he is king?"
"I know, my love." King Enzo gave his wife a weak smile as he patted her hand. "I will have a talk with him."
Benito didn't think it would do a lot of good.
"Father," Antonia began, "have you received word from Prince Albert?"
"No, should I have?"
A shy smile crossed Antonia's lips. "He said he might send word to you of his interest in courting me."
Benito winced from the shadows. Antonia's shy smile was a rues. She was no more shy than he was outgoing. Benito couldn't really blame his sister for her eagerness to wed. She wanted to get out of the country before Marco became king just as much as Benito did.
On the other hand, Prince Albert was not a man he would wish on anyone, not even his sister. The man was rude, crass, and felt as if the world owed him. He was even worse than Marco.
"I have not received word from him, daughter, but I will certainly tell my secretary to keep an eye out for any correspondence from Prince Albert."
Antonia's smile brightened. "Thank you, Father."
The king leaned over and pressed a kiss to his wife's cheek. "I must go and talk with my advisors about this man, my dear. I will see you at dinner."
Queen Sophia smiled. "Try not to work too late, my love."
The king chuckled as he bowed low. "As you say, Queen Sofia, so shall it be."
Benito smiled as he watched the byplay between his parents. That was the king of marriage he wanted. It was obvious to any and all that his parents had married for love, not position or prestige.
Granted, his mother had been the daughter of a king, but his father, while having royalty in his linage, had not been directly in line for the throne. They had each taken one look at each other and fallen madly in love. That was nearly thirty years ago, and they were still madly in love.
When his father walked out of the room, followed closely by his advisor, Benito hurried through the back hallway to meet up with him at his office. He smiled at all the servants and castle workers he passed. Most he knew by first name, some merely by face.
Those who didn't know him well were surprised by a member of the royal family walking through one of the back hallways of the castle, or the servants' hallway as it was called. They were there so the servants could move about the castle without guests seeing them. Benito preferred moving about the castle this way for that exact reason.
He knew more back hallways and hiding places in the castle than pretty much anyone. He'd been hiding in the shadows since he was a small boy. He'd been doing it so long, most no longer paid attention to him.
Every once in awhile, a new castle worker would stop him and try to give him directions back to the main part of the massive place. Benito would simply smile and introduce himself.
Benito was waiting outside his father's office by the time the king reached the large double doors. He quickly went into the arms his father held out to him. He adored his parents, and they him. He suspected it was because he had been a surprise baby, and not one planned to further the linage of the royal family. They already had their heir. He was the spare.
"How is my son today?" the king asked.
"I am fine, Father."
"Good, good."
"I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time."
"Of course." King Enzo stepped inside his office and then shut the door before his advisor could join them. "Is there a problem, Benito?"
"No, sir. I overheard you speaking with your advisor. I know the treasury is strained due to the flooding in the south and wondered how I could help? I have a bit of money saved up. If you need it, I could—"
"Oh, my son, you are a delight." King Enzo pulled Benito into another hug. "You make me and your mother so proud."
Benito smiled as he sank into his father's embrace. Most royals he had encountered, including those in his own family, did not express affection for others. His parents had never been that way with him. He had always known he was loved.
"So..."
"I thank you for your offer, my son," King Enzo said as he dropped his arms and stepped back from Benito, "but the amount of money I need to refill our treasury and finish the rebuilding in the southern region is larger than even your trust fund."
"Maybe if you used my trust fund, you wouldn't have to ask for that much."
"No, my son. That trust fund was set up for you by your grandfather. Even if I wanted to use it, I cannot. Except for your quarterly allowance, it cannot be touched until you reach thirty years of age."
Well, damn.
"I still have the money from my investments. I can access that whenever I want to."
"I appreciate the offer, Benito, but we'll be fine."
"I know." Benito dropped his gaze to the floor. "I just hate the thought that you will have to take a loan out when I can help."
"Let me investigate this man before we make any decisions. If he is a good man, then I will feel better about taking a loan from him. If he is not, then we will talk. How does that sound?"
Benito smiled as he raised his head. "That sounds good, Father."
King Enzo patted Benito's cheek before turning toward his desk. "Run along now, Benito. I must get my work done before dinner or I will incur your mother's wrath."
Benito chuckled as he turned and walked out of the office, leaving the door open for his father's advisor. He knew his father was right about his mother. No one liked it when the queen was miffed. She didn't scream or yell or even throw things. She simply stared at the person she was vexed with such disappointment in her eyes that he felt compelled to throw himself under a bus. Everyone tried not to disappoint the queen, even her husband.
Benito felt better after his talk with his father. Still, there had to be something he could do to help. With that thought in mind, he headed for the small office down the hallway from his father's office. If anyone knew of ways to help that didn't involve depleting his trust fund, it would be the castle steward. The man had run the castle with the utmost efficiency for decades, after all. He probably knew more about running a country than the royal family did.
* * * *
Benito was sitting in his father's office when the king's advisor rushed in a week later, a letter in hand. He had been lounging on the sofa reading one of his father's books, but sat up at the anxiousness on the man's face.
"Sire," Carlos began. "I have heard back from Don Giovanni. Not only has he agreed to send you the money you requested, but he refuses to loan it to you. He says for you to use the funds as you see fit and not worry about paying him back. It is for the good of people in need."
"What?" King Enzo grabbed the letter out of Carlos's hand and began reading over it. After a moment, he plopped down in his chair, a stunned look on his face. "How is this possible? He is richer than even I am."
"Sire," Carlos said, "he sent all of the money you requested and then some."
Benito set his book down and climbed to his feet before walking over to his father's side. "Who is this man, Father?"
"His name is Don Giovanni," Carlos began. "He has a villa by the coast. It is said that he has funded many charitable organization, employing only the best workers to man the shelters, youth centers, and hospitals he has established. He pays a living wage and expects the best out of his workers. They give it because he is so generous."
Benito smiled, wishing he could meet a man of such kindness. "We must find a way to thank this man, Father."
"Yes, of course you are right. Carlos, only take the money we need to rebuild and then send the rest back. I will not be greedy."
"As you say, sire."
Benito was still in his father's office an hour later when Carlos came rushing back in. By this time, his mother had joined them and they were brainstorming on how to thank Don Giovanni for his generosity.
"Sire, he refuses to accept any of the money back."
"What?" The king stood. "He refuses?"
Benito was just as stunned as his father. Who sent someone so much money and then refused to accept any of it back?
"He told me to tell you that he was very hurt by your actions in returning the unused portion to him. He refused to take back a single cent, and if you declined to accept any of it, for me to keep it."
The king sat down in his chair again, and reached for his wife's hand. "This man is generous far beyond my imagination, my dear. I do not have words to thank him for what he has done. With the amount of funds he has sent, we can not only rebuild the hospital, but upgrade it to a state of the art facility."
"You must invite him here, my dear," Queen Sofia said. "Kindness of this sort must be thanked in person. A simple letter of acknowledgement will not due."
Benito silently nodded his agreement with that idea. His desire to meet this man was growing with each new thing he learned about him. Don Giovanni seemed like a wonderful man and Benito couldn't wait to make his acquaintance.
King Enzo's eyebrows drew together as a pensive looked passed over his face. "Dear wife, this man has done our kingdom a great service, and has behaved like a gentleman in not allowing me to send back the money. I wish to give him the hand of our daughter."
"Oh." The queen's eyes began to sparkle with tears she covered her mouth.
"Do not despair, my love. This might not be a royal marriage, but Antonia would be hard pressed to find a more generous man to marry. He would care well for our daughter."
Queen Sofia sniffled. "Of course, you are right, my dear. I just...I had hoped Antonia would be around a bit longer."
"Don Giovanni does not seem like a man who would cut off relations with our daughter. I have no doubt you would still be able to see her whenever your beautiful little heart desired." The king smiled as he turned to look at Carlos. "Send Don Giovanni my regards and inform him I wish to make a match with my daughter, if he is so inclined."
Carlos's smile seemed a bit strained, but the man nodded nonetheless. "Right away, sire."
Benito's heart sank a little. There would never be a match like that for him, and he knew it. He wasn't ugly by any means, but marriage with him held no value. He wouldn't inherit the throne and he would never be queen. He might someday find someone of nobility to marry, but it was doubtful.
Benito's eyebrows rose when Carlos came running back into the room. He had only been gone a few minutes. Surely that wasn't long enough for him to contact Don Giovanni and replay the king's message.
"Sire, Don Giovanni thanks you for the honor you wish to bestow upon him, but he must decline. He is...uh..."
"Well, spit it out, Carlos," the king demanded.
"Don Giovanni is gay, sire."
For a perilous minute, Benito's hear leapt in his chest, but then his father's words filtered through his brain.
"Offer him Marco. Maybe a man of his caliber can teach my wayward son some restraint."
When Carlos came back into the office for a third time, Benito knew from the excitement on the man's face what Don Giovanni's answer was. For a moment, Benito couldn't breathe. The kindness Don Giovanni had shown was something Marco would never understand. He would simply see the man as a walking, talking bank account. Benito didn't want that for the kind and wonderful man.
"Sire, Don Giovanni humbly accepts the honor of marrying your son."
Damn.
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Don Giovanni and Benito's story to be continued in the book "A Devil's Bargain".
Coming soon.

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This story started out on ManLove Fantasies - Winter Edition..."Mark of an Alpha" is the complete story.

MARK OF AN ALPHA
available now!
All Xias wanted to do was find a safe place for him and his cubs. With his alpha chasing after him, intent on taking one of his cubs and killing the others, racing through a blizzard in the middle of the night seemed like a good idea. He had no idea when he took shelter in a cave during a blizzard that he had found more than a place to rest. He'd found the one man determined to protect him and his cubs.
Zhuang wasn't on the run exactly, but avoiding his father's demand that he start his own clan sent him into the mountains where he couldn't be reached. When he takes shelter in a cave during a snow storm, he finds his mate and a whole lot more. He also discovers that protecting his mate means changing his entire way of life.
But even going to the shifter council won't keep them safe because the alpha who is after Xias is determined to have him, even if he has to kill everyone standing in his way. Zhuang's only hope in saving his new family is in becoming the alpha his father always wanted him to be.
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/mark-of-an-alpha



STORY EXCERPT
"Come on, babies, just a little farther." Xias was lying through his teeth, but the cubs didn't need to know that. The longer they could remain blissfully ignorant of the danger they were in, the better.
He nudged one with his nose when it started to fall behind the other two. He knew there was a cave close by. He'd scouted it out while the cubs were still sleeping, but with the snow coming down so hard he could barely see a step in front of him, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever find it again.
The blizzard had come out of nowhere, hard, cold, and dangerous. Xias knew if he didn't find shelter for him and the cubs soon, they'd be lost in the flurry of bitter cold snow. They'd freeze to death by morning for sure.
Maybe he should have left the cubs behind where they would have been warm and dry. Xias quickly dismissed that idea. His heart ached just thinking about it. Everything in him balked at the idea of anything happening to his cubs.
They were his babies. He had carried them for four months, given birth to the three darling little fur balls. Just because clan law stated they belonged to their sire, didn't make it so, especially when the bastard decided to put two of them to death because they hadn't been born male.
Xias grew enraged every time he remembered his alpha's declaration that two of his cubs were defective. His cubs were precious, each and every one of them. He didn't care if they were boys or girls or purple penguins. They were his cubs and he'd fight to the death to defend each and every one of them.
Which was what had led him to where he found himself now. Racing through a blizzard with his cubs as he tried to find a place to wait out the storm and escape from the alpha intent of killing everything he held dear.
Xias jumped forward when Bai, the oldest of his litter of three cubs, tripped and went face first into a snow drift. He gently grabbed the cub by the back of his neck and lifted him out, giving him a little shake to get some of the snow off of him.
He set Bai on the ground and then nudged him up to his sisters, Liang and Ying. They needed to keep going. If they didn't find that cave, they would perish out here in the snow, which was getting deeper by the second. The snow was coming down in thick plumes.
"Come on, keep moving."
Xias had just about given up hope of ever finding the cave when he spotted a familiar looking rock outcropping. He was almost giddy as he herded the three cubs toward the towering wall of rock.
"Keep going, babies. The cave is just ahead."
By the time they climbed up the rock outcropping and moved toward the cave entrance, the cubs were barely moving, sluggish. Xias knew once they got warmed up and had something to eat, and then got some sleep, they would be fine.
When they reached the mouth of the cave, Xias stepped forward and drew in a lungful of air. He needed to make sure no one had found the cave and taken up residence before he was able to bring the cubs back. He didn't want to escape one dangerous situation only to take his cubs into another one.
When he didn't smell any other scent than his from inside the enclosed space, Xias urged the cubs in through the narrow opening. It was dark inside, but that was no surprise. It was a cave after all. Xias led the cubs over to the far wall, away from the cave opening.
He laid down, smiling when his cubs hurried over to him. In a matter of moments, they were snuggling in, each cub latching on to a teat. Xias began to purr as he fed his babies, leaning down to lick the snow off of each of them in turn.
By the time they were clean and dry, their little tummies were rounded with milk and their eyes were drifting closed. Xias continued to purr until they curled together in a kitten pile and nodded off.
He laid there for a few minutes, soaking in the peacefulness of the moment. There was just something about providing for his cubs that filled him with a calmness he couldn't find anywhere else. The world around him could go to hell as long as he had his cubs right by his side.
Xias glanced up toward the entrance of the cave when he heard a noise. He couldn't quite place what had made that sound, but it raised his hackles. He extracted himself from his cubs and climbed to his paws.
When he heard the noise again, Xias took a few steps forward, placing himself between the cubs and whatever was outside the cave entrance. When the strong, unmistakable scent of an alpha male floated into the cave, Xias thought his heart was going to burst with fear.
Alpha males were known to kill cubs not their own, especially those with crystal blue eyes. They saw them as threats. It didn't matter if the cubs were in their territory or not, it was instinctual to try and eliminate all threats to their rule and the succession of their own offspring.
He tried not to whimper when what was quite possibly the largest white Siberian tiger he had ever seen stepped through the opening. There was no way Xias could ever beat this tiger in a fight. The large feline easily had three hundred pounds on him, most of it muscle mass.
Xias shot his cubs a desperate look. They were partially hidden behind a small outcropping of rock. Maybe the tiger wouldn't see them. Xias could only pray they stayed asleep because he could think of only one way to keep the large cat from attacking.
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Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.
You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website at www.stormyglenn.com.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

DANI GRAY - Part Three


Thank you to Stormy for letting me have this day.
Today is my birthday, so I wanted to share this with everyone.

 
Part Three
Tom was grateful when he opened his eyes the next morning to find his head wasn’t trying to kill him, thankfully he only had some tenderness at the back of it. Looking around the room, Tom liked the masculine touches. It was neat and tidy, without being austere.
Feeling the warmth at his back, and the heavy arm over his waist, Tom tried to roll over so he could get a better look at his mate.
Holy shit, he had a mate!
Jenny was going to flip her wig when she found out that he was mated to a bear named Bear. She thought she was the cat’s meow as she was mated to a huge lion shifter. He thought Randy was an okay guy as they were growing up, but once they were married and started to have kids, Tom was impressed with him. Randy stood beside Jenny for everything, including dirty diapers and stinky formula all over the back of his shirt. He never complained and would even look after their brood on his own once a month so Tom and Jenny could have a girl’s night out.
Even thinking about her had him itching to find his phone so he could share the good news with her.
Suddenly being rolled over onto his back, Tom forgot about calling Jenny when he looked into the most amazing chocolate brown eyes. The same eyes that were devouring him with the heated look in them.
“How is your head feeling today?”
“If you’re asking so we can have sex, my head is fine. If you’re asking me as a medic, go away.”
Bear began to laugh, then swooped down and began to nibble on Tom’s lips, slowly driving him crazy with desire. When Bear ran his tongue over the seam of Tom’s mouth, he couldn’t open fast enough. The sweet taste of honey and man was addictive to Tom. He started to slowly suck on Bear’s tongue, making the man growl at him.
As they began to grind their hard cocks against one another, Bear’s doorbell rang out, causing Tom to jump. Tom began to giggle at the grumbling growls coming from Bear. He started to laugh when Bear lifted his head and began to sniff the air.
All giggling stopped when he heard Jenny yell out his name.
“What the hell is Jenny doing here?” Tom said, as he scrambled to find his clothes and get dressed.
“I don’t care who it is, why are they here at my door?” Bear demanded to know.
“How should I know? I haven’t talked to her. I don’t even know how she found me.”
Tom ran out the door and stopped in the hallway to look around. Now he wished he had been able to get a tour of the place.
“Head left, the front door will be to your right at the end of the hallway.”
Tom could hear the pounding on the door as he got closer, he couldn’t understand why Jenny was behaving like this. As soon as he opened the door, Jenny fell inside, barely catching herself before she landed on the floor with the baby in her arms.
“Tom!” Jenny sobbed out. “Get the rest of the kids. They are freaking out and I don’t know how Randy is. They are all in the car.”
Just then Tom was able to see the panic in her eyes, and he ran out to the car. He could hear the kids crying, and one look in the car told him why. Someone had hurt Randy, badly. Tom wasn’t even sure if he was still alive, since he didn’t look like he was breathing.
Going to the side door of the van, he opened it and took the youngest out of her booster seat and grabbed the hand of the older boy.
“Come on, Jason, let’s get Kitty inside.”
“What about daddy?”
Just then Tom saw Bear coming out of the house. “My friend will help your daddy.”
“Get the kids inside, I’ll be right there.”
Tom pulled the older boy with him, he was dragging his heels. “Come on, Jason, let’s get inside to mommy.”
Just then, Tom caught movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Look, Jason, Bear has daddy. Now, let's get into the house so we don’t worry your mom.”
Just then Jenny yelled out Jason’s name, so he let go of Tom’s hand and ran into the house.
“Come on, baby. I have a bad feeling, hurry inside.”
“Is Randy still alive?” Tom asked, worry tugging at his heart.
“Yeah, but he needs to shift. We need to find out who did this, and if they followed them here.”
“Okay, but how did they find me?”
“Your cell phone probably.”
“I forgot, we put that app on our phones when I came on this adventure. Jenny was worried about me since I’m such a geek and couldn’t tell you the difference between poison oak or any other leaf. She was worried I was going to get lost.”
Just as they walked into the house, Jenny was there. “Is Randy going to be okay?”
The tears running down her face gutted Tom, he hated when she cried. He was usually the one who broke out in the waterworks.
“He’s going to be fine," he assured her. "Let me get my medic bag and take a look at him. I’m pretty sure he just needs to shift and he should be okay.”
Letting Kitty down, he stood back up and pulled Jenny into his arms.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, he called me to come pick him up. He said to pack for a couple of weeks for us and the kids and to hurry to him. He was hiding in some dirty back alley. All he kept saying was to be careful and watch out for anyone following me. He said something about them knowing what he was and being attacked for it.”
They looked at Bear when he let out a low growl.
“He said he was being targeted for being a shifter?” Bear asked.
Jenny nodded. “Yes, and he told me to make sure they didn’t hurt the kids. Why would they hurt kids?”
A muscle ticked in Bear's jaw. “Because there are humans out there scared of shifters. They have made it their life’s work to kill as many as they can, even babies.”
This story will be continued, I will be making it into a book.
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TAKING CARE OF FAMILY
Taking Care 3
Steven Deans never thought he would find love, especially not after his fiancé and baby girl die in a car accident. Living deeply in the closet for so long, and with his abusive parents, Steve isn’t sure if he would ever be ready for a relationship. Coming to help protect his brother and the other’s he lives with, introduces him to the man of his dreams.
When Jason Marks is called to help his former commander when they are being attacked, he meets the man who he could see spending the rest of his life with. Helping Steve after his home is broken into leads them to finding more to add to their family.
Trying to make a relationship while healing the last wounds of the past, can these two make the most of the gifts that life has given them?

Story Excerpt
Steve was getting up, slowly. He had that night off, so he decided to be lazy. Something he hadn’t done in a while. He lounged about in bed, then moved over to the couch, not even bothering to get dressed. Since he didn’t have to go anywhere, he stayed in his sleep shorts and t-shirt. He figured, if I’m not going out today, I might as well relax and enjoy it.
After a couple of hours of mindless tv, and who the hell can watch this crap day in and day out amazed Steve. It was all useless noise. Steve got up and went to check out the contents of his fridge. Doing a quick look through, he settled on making spaghetti from scratch.
While he was getting his ingredients pulled together, his phone rang. When he saw it was Andy calling him, he answered the phone with a smile.
“Hey there, little bro, how are you doing? Feeling any better yet?”
“Steve, don’t talk, just listen. Amy was beaten up by someone and she's in the hospital. We are assuming it’s the cousins since they are missing. Abe and Shane are sending someone to come get you. His name is Jason. Pack a bag, anything special since we don’t know if the cousins know that you were talking to Amy. Please, come here. I can’t be worried about you too.”
“Ok.” Steve had to agree. The cousins were crazy and he didn’t want to deal with them. “How soon will Jason be here? I’ll try to be ready when he arrives.”
“Abe is sending him in a couple of minutes, so you have maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Gotcha. I’m going to hang up now. This way I can pack some stuff and be ready. Tell Shane thanks for this. I wouldn’t want to be here alone if Harvey, Hank and Harry are after me. You can fill me in about Amy when I get there. Love ya, bro.”
Steve hung up the phone and rushed to his bedroom. He grabbed a couple of bags and threw some clothes and toiletries in it. He then went and grabbed his box off his dresser. This had Tanis’s rings in it, as well as Lynn’s little bracelets. He refused to leave them here.
He also grabbed the most precious items he owned, the photo albums with the pictures of Tanis growing up and the photos of Lynn. Since all the ones on the walls were duplicates of what was in the album, he didn’t feel the need to take those.
By the time he had packed two bags, and finished making sure the house was locked up, someone was pounding on his door.
“Steve, this is Jason, we need to move,” he heard a voice yell.
He ran to the door, and opened it to the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He was six foot three inches of blond hair and blue eyes of amazing eye candy. He wished he had the time to drag the man into his room and lick him all over.
Would he taste as good as he looked?
“Hi.” Steve could have kicked himself. He knew he sounded like an idiot.
Watching as Jason shuddered, he then leaned forward and grabbed one of his bags. “You ready?”
“Let me lock this door, then I am.”
Jason took the bag out to a large SUV, and stood at the driver's door, scanning the area while he quickly locked up and ran over to the vehicle. Throwing his bag in the back with his other one, he hurried over and got in the passenger seat. Jason immediately got in and threw the SUV into drive. Steve could hear the tires squeal as they suddenly took off.
Steve watched as Jason hit a button on the steering wheel and he heard a voice asking what he wanted to do. “Call Abe.”
Hearing the phone ring, then a voice asked. “Go.”
“Coming in hot, have one truck in pursuit, eta fifteen minutes, maybe ten if I don’t pay attention to the speed limits.”
“We’ll be ready with a welcoming committee.”

Adult Excerpt
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to their bedrooms, Jason pulled Steve into his arms.
“Are you sure you are ready for this?” He asked Steve.
Steve stood there for a moment, giving it serious thought. “I think you are the man I’ve been waiting for. Someone that I feel a connection to, feel safe with. I know you aren’t trying to use me for a good time, and won’t hurt me.” Jason watched as Steve brought his hands up, cupping his face. “Yes, I’m ready. Only for you, but I am ready.”
Jason let Steve pull his face down, until their lips were brushing against one another. Wrapping his arms tighter around Steve, he tugged him closer until their bodies were touching from head to toe. They stood there for a bit, exchanging lazy kisses. Tongues danced around each other, tasting. Breathing in through their noses, they memorized the scent of the other person. Taking their time, they slowly removed each other’s clothing, savoring the contact of skin. Learning the different spots on the body of the other man, the ones that made them gasp, or moan.
Once they were both naked, Jason pulled Steve by his hand over to the bed, urging him to sit down. Jason then went over to his desk and took out sheets of paper. Bringing it over to Steve, he handed it to him.
“I wanted to give you this. It’s my test results. These results go back almost three years, and I have been celibate for the last two years. I know you haven’t been with anyone, but I wanted to let you know I was safe. I would never knowingly put you in harm’s way.”
Steve looked at the papers, then up at Jason. He handed them back.
“Thank you. Are you asking to go without a condom?”
“I want a monogamous relationship with you, I want our baby, and I want the rest of our lives. I will wear one if you want me to, but I will never pressure you to say we have to go bare.”
“I love you too, no condom.”
That seemed to trigger something in Jason, he felt the need to mark this man, to claim him. He wanted the world to know that Steve belonged to Jason.
After putting away the papers, Jason then went to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel, and went back to the bed, lying the towel down in the middle of it.
“Lie down on the towel, this way, neither of us has to sleep in a wet spot.”
That caused Steve to giggle as he moved to lie on it.
“No worries there,” Steve said to him. “I call dibs on the dry side.”
Within seconds the cheeky grin left Steve’s face as soon as Jason moved over him and swallowed this cock to the root.
Jason pulled back a bit, holding the dick in his mouth, with his nose in Steve’s groin, he inhaled the scent of his lover, drawing him in and making Steve a part of himself. Jason slowly began to add some suction to his mouth and pushed the flat of his tongue against Steve, causing Steve to groan. That was music to Jason’s ears. Taking his mouth away from Steve, he looked up at him.
“Have you done anything with another man?”
Steve was shaking his head. “I’ve done nothing with anyone other than my own hand.”
Grinning at Steve, “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
“Oh god, please.”
Jason slowly made his way up Steve’s body. He decided that he was going to worship this man from top to bottom, and everything in between. Show him how special Jason knew he was, with his actions.
Lying on top of him, Jason proceeded to kiss Steve until he was breathless. Moving his lips along Steve’s jaw, Jason caught his earlobe in his teeth, alternating between nipping the flesh and sucking it. The groans and whimpers told Jason that his ears were a hotspot for Steve.
Slowly, Jason moved down to Steve’s neck. Feeling such a primal need to mark him, he sucked up a huge bruise on Steve, making sure it was in plain sight for everyone to see.
Satisfied that the mark he left was enough, Jason moved down to the nipples he was dying to taste. Sticking out his tongue, Jason gently ran it over the tightening nub. When it was standing proudly up from Steve’s chest, Jason sucked the nip into his mouth hard, causing Steve to jolt under him. Hearing the loud groan from Steve, Jason took his hand and started to play with the other brown disk on Steve’s chest, making sure it too was pulled up hard. Leaving the nipple in his mouth wet, Jason pulled away from it and softly blew over it. This made Steve buck up and grab Jason’s head to bring it back down to his chest.
Bringing up both hands, he continued to play with Steve, while slowly moving his mouth down, until he was able to dip his tongue into Steve’s belly button. This had Steve clenching the sheets and thrashing around on the bed. When Jason looked, he could see the angry looking cock that kept hitting him on the side of his face. He wasn’t sure how much longer Steve could hold on, and knowing how good it feels to have someone hit your prostate, he knew that Steve was going to blow his load during the stretching.
Deciding to make sure that Steve enjoyed his first time, Jason grabbed the lube. He moved to kneel between Steve’s open legs, made sure he had plenty of lube on his fingers, and took Steve’s cock back into his mouth. Giving it some light suction, since he didn’t want Steve to cum yet, Jason began to rub the lube around the opening of Steve’s ass.
As the muscles slowly loosened up, Jason inserted a finger, all while keeping the light movements of his mouth up and down Steve’s hard-on. He was trying to keep Steve’s mind on what was happening to his dick, and not the stretching of his asshole. When he found the small walnut sized gland in Steve, he kept giving it light brushes.
“Oh dear god,” Steve groaned. “Whatever that is, don’t stop touching it. I swear I’m going to come just from what you are doing.”
“That is the joy of your prostate, and I’m going to make sure that I aim my cock at it while I’m fucking you into the mattress.”
The deep need in Jason to make sure that Steve enjoyed their lovemaking was something that he felt very strongly about. He never wanted to hurt Steve, or cause him pain. He knew the first time could be, so he was going to do use every trick he knew to make this as good as possible for Steve.
Once he felt the muscle loosen around his finger, Jason added more lube and a second finger. He slowly kept the pressure even while scissoring his fingers all while keeping his mouth around Steve’s prick. Jason enjoyed every moment of it, and he really liked the taste of Steve. Watching Steve dance on his fingers, and his head thrashing from side to side, left Jason feeling like he stood ten feet tall. Knowing he was doing this to Steve, making him crazy with desire, was a heady feeling.
Making sure that he had good suction on Steve’s cock, Jason kept hitting Steve’s prostate. He knew that since this was his first time having sex, Steve would be more relaxed if he had already come. Using his tongue, he pressed against the bottom of the head of the steel rod he had in his mouth, and gave Steve’s prostate a few good taps.
Steve arched his back and let out a muffled scream. Jason snickered to himself when he saw that Steve had grabbed a pillow to cover his face. Then Jason started to groan, getting his first taste of Steve, realizing that this was going to be an aphrodisiac for the rest of their lives.
Guess he didn’t want to wake the house Jason thought to himself.
Adding a third finger into Steve, Jason kept the cock in his mouth, trying to make sure he kept Steve hard, and horny. Jason was able to quickly add a fourth finger, since Steve was more flexible after already coming.
Jason slowly pulled his fingers away from Steve’s ass, listening to the groan Steve made.
“God damn it.” Steve swore at him through gritted teeth. “Get your cock in me and fuck me. Enough of this teasing shit.”
Realizing that he had Steve on the edge, Jason quickly lubed his dick, then moved so that the head was kissing the opening to Steve’s ass.
“Look at me.” Jason commanded. “I want to see you. I want to remember for the rest of our lives the first time we made love, the look in your eyes.”
“God, yes.” Steve moaned. “Make love to me. Be the only person who I will make love with.”
Seeing the beautiful look in Steve’s brown eyes as Jason slowly sank his cock into the hot silk that surrounded him, almost had him losing it. Watching the flare of lust in those chocolate orbs nearly undid Jason. Once fully seated, Jason had to stop a minute to gather what little control he had. He refused to come like an untried school boy.
“If you don’t move and fuck me, I’m going to find a gun and shoot you in the ass.” Steve told him as he grabbed Jason’s butt. “Now fucking make love to me.”
Jason gathered his remaining control, and instantly aimed his cock at Steve’s prostate. He knew that with how close his balls were pulled up, that this was going to be short and sweet, and damned if he was going to shoot off before Steve did.
Reaching down for Steve’s hard on, his hand was smacked away.
“I’m close,” Steve panted, “and I want to come on your cock.”
Grinning down at Steve, “I can make you do that.” Jason told him. “But you better be damn close.”
Jason was surprised then Steve reached up and grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face down, only to slam their mouths together. Just as he opened his mouth, Steve yelled into him, then began to fill the space between them.
Feeling the sudden tightness surround his dick, had Jason’s cock spasming, and he began to spill his load deep into Steve. Seeing nothing but the stars that filled his vision, Jason kept pumping his hips, trying to crawl into Steve, never wanting to come out.
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I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.
I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse.
I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at https://authordanigray.blogspot.ca/

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