Friday, November 28, 2014

Guest Blog: Destiny by Celia Breslin




Holiday Vampire Shopping

Hi Everyone!

It’s Black Friday here in the U.S., one of the busiest, holiday shopping days in the year. For your purchasing pleasure, here are some suggestions from my Tranquilli Bloodline characters and me.

For your vampire obsessed loved ones… :-)

From Celia, author:

“I’d say books, sugar, and a tasty beverage make any holiday special. Vampire chocolate and beverages: (http://www.vampire.com/).  Vampire Books: J. R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood Series, Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark Series, Amber Belldene’s Blood Vine Series, and Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake Series.”

From Carina, heroine and dance club owner:

“I’m with Celia on the beverages. I vote for a nice bottle of Sake. Then you can make my favorite cocktail “Blood Bath”. Schochu (sake), black raspberries, simple syrup, lime, hold the blood...” Recipe by SakéOne: http://www.sakeone.com/Lifestyle/cocktails/70-blood-bath

From Stella, vampire and Carina’s bodyguard:

“If your humans wish to emulate my vampire style, I recommend Mac Cosmetics (http://www.maccosmetics.com/). In lipstick, I’m quite partial to ‘Venomous Violet,’ and ‘Damn Glamorous.’  For attire, Italian leather. Black. Or blood red, of course.”

From Alexander, vampire, musician, and Carina’s boyfriend:

“A stylish pair of sunglasses for any time of day, to compliment all that leather Stella mentioned.  Also, music:  NIN, The Prodigy, Meat Beat Manifesto, Bass Kittens, Steve Lawler, SiBegg, Nero, etc. For more ideas and to listen to samples, check out Celia’s Spotify playlists for Carina’s two clubs, Haven and Destiny.”



Happy Shopping!


Celia



Destiny
Tranquilli Bloodline Series
Book 2
Celia Breslin

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Champagne Books
Date of Publication: November 3, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-77155-164-9
ASIN: B00O6A77FG

Number of pages: 234
Word Count: 74K

Cover Artist: Ellie Smith

Book Description:

In HAVEN, San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli survives a vicious attack by her vampire family’s longtime archenemies. Several weeks later, as she struggles with PTSD and survivor’s guilt, supervillain Dixon resurfaces and kidnaps two of her best friends. To save them, Carina must comply with the evil bastard’s unusual demands. The kicker? She must tell no one what she is up to.

Meanwhile, she has a new dance club to open for the preternatural community, a fated soul mate acting secretive and distant, and a sexy, new, undead friend who’d love to take Alexander’s place in her heart and bed.

Blackmailed, betrayed, tempted…sometimes destiny has a wicked sense of humor.

Available at ARe  Amazon  BN  Champagne Books


Excerpt

My attacker pinned me face-first to the trunk, grinding an erection into my backside. Panic and pain pierced my gut. Oh, hell no. I struggled to free myself, my power eager to fry the bastard. But a familiar wintery power slid under my skin and doused my fire as if it were a weak matchstick.
Warm breath teased my earlobe. “Hello, pet.”
I froze. Fuck me. Dixon.
He nipped my ear lobe with wicked sharp fangs. “Miss me?”
“No.” The cut stung. Blood trickled, warm and wet, down my neck.
“No? I’m hurt.” Jolts of icy power secured me to the tree trunk while Dixon’s skeletal hands roamed over my body.
“Back off, you undead wanker,” I snapped, refusing to surrender to my fears.
He chuckled. “I do so love it when you speak my language, my little kitten.”
The world spun when he flipped me around and lassoed me tighter to the trunk with his power, his lean, tall body caging mine. Head lowered, gaunt face too close, his silver eyes shone like moonlight. Mesmerizing, seductive moonlight.
Shit. He was trying to compel me. Very few vampires could do that, and they had to be old. Unfortunately, Dixon was as old as Stonehenge. Maybe older.
I lowered my gaze to his thin, blue-black lips. They curled up in a creepy smile under my inspection, crinkling the lightning bolt tattoo streaking across one hollow cheek. He circled one long fang with the tip of his tongue. “Come now, pet. No more words for your favorite admirer?”
Anger almost had me hurling insults at the bastard but I clenched my teeth. You’re bat shit crazy, and I’m going to kill you if I can get my hands free.
He slipped a bony finger under my chin and tilted it upward, trapping my gaze again. I met his challenge for two whole seconds before pain closed my eyes. He’d likely dislocated my shoulder with his aerial stunt, and so far my vampire quick healing genes had failed to fix it.
“Oh dear, is my favorite toy broken?” He poked my shoulder hard, chuckling when I cried out.
“Bastard.” Moisture beaded on my forehead, and nausea knotted my stomach. I should puke on the smug jerk. That would teach him.
“Here my pet, let me help.”
“Don’t touch—”
Pain clogged my throat as he reset my shoulder with surprising medical precision.
He slid his hand over my repaired shoulder and down to the curve of my waist. “There, all better now.” His hand inched lower and squeezed my ass.
“Back off, perv.”
“Hm. Still spicy I see. Very good.”
He leaned into me until his erection pressed against my belly. Inside my power paced like a caged tiger, roaring and swiping at the metaphorical bars Dixon had placed around her. God, how I wanted to grab his head and fry him, starting with his too-perfect, spiky platinum hair, then his tattooed face and on down until he was nothing but an ash statue standing in his studded leather boots.
My anger surged. I bucked against his hold, hating his gaunt body plastered to mine, his cigarettes and leather scent searing my nostrils, just…hating him.
He trapped my arms above my head and rubbed his cheek against my forehead. “Yes, move like that kitten. Right there.” He lapped at my bleeding ear. “Don’t stop now, my lush little pet.”
Bile burned my throat, making a bid for freedom. “Screw you.”
“Oh, yes. Quite soon in fact.”
Panic ripped my gut. “Never.”

“Forever,” he shot back.

About the Author:

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find her exercising, reading a good book or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.






Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/celiabreslin/


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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Spotlight and Giveaway Henge by Realm Lovejoy





Henge
Le Fay Series
Book One
Realm Lovejoy

Genre: YA Fantasy

Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Realm Lovejoy

Book Description:

Inspired by one of the greatest legends of all time…

Modern-day Camelot. Where knights no longer carry swords. Magic is dangerous. And those who seek control are not to be trusted.

Sixteen-year-old Morgan le Fay is a fire user. An ordinary girl with an extraordinary skill, she has the ability to create and command fire at will. Her dream is to become the Maven—the right hand of the future King Arthur. In the chance of a lifetime, Morgan is selected to join Arthur’s Round, an elite group of young magic users from which the new Maven will be chosen.

Along with the other fire, water, and wind users in Arthur’s Round, Morgan is rigorously trained and tested. The handsome Merlin, a brilliant water user, takes a particular interest in her. Is his friendship to be trusted, or is Merlin simply trying to win the position of Maven for himself? Among the many rivals Morgan faces is the current Maven, Mordred, who seems determined to see her fail.

But Morgan has a secret—years ago, her mother was executed for using fire magic, and Morgan’s desire for justice makes her more than ready to take on the challenge before her. Can she prevail in Camelot’s tests of survival and magic? Only time—and Morgan’s powerful fire—will tell.


Realm Lovejoy’s modern Arthurian series features one of literature’s most complicated and powerful female figures. Henge is the first book in the LE FAY series, and—like Morgan le Fay’s magic—it is sure to dazzle and amaze.


Available at Amazon

Excerpt 3:
The cafeteria is bustling as always. Like clockwork, everyone goes on break at the same time. People line up at serving counters and then quickly fill up the rows and rows of tables. The room smells of stew and cobbler. Merlin emerges from the south doorway and makes his way to the food line. He glances at his watch. Just as I approach to join the line behind him, Vivian cuts me off. “Merlin, I hear you saved Guinevere’s life,” she says.
Merlin knits his brow. “Well, it wasn’t really me…”
“Everyone saw your water magic,” Vivian insists.
I roll my eyes. Vivian pushes her flawlessly straight locks back and gazes at him coolly. Is she really impressed? It’s hard to tell. But when she looks at him again, there is a sparkle in her eye and a crack of a genuine smile. Vivian is a mystery—she keeps her mouth shut during lectures. When she does speak, her voice is clear as a bell.
Everyone studies Merlin with awe. The chef behind the counter declares that Merlin should have his meals on the house for a whole month. People line up behind me whispering of his heroic deeds, putting the fire out on the lab, and saving Guinevere. I tighten my lips. Am I invisible to everyone? Is Merlin truly that much more in the foreground than me?
Merlin begins to reply, but the crowd becomes distracted and hushes when a knight enters the cafeteria. Sir Lancelot. People part for him as he looks around with commanding eyes. The girls all smile at him, hoping to catch his attention. He scans around for several seconds, then, he meets my eyes. My mouth goes dry. The whole room watches as he walks up to me, and it’s as if everything is happening in slow motion. As he approaches, I feel that I am getting smaller and smaller.
“Ms. le Fay,” he says. “I apologize for interrupting your break. Do you have a moment?”
 “Yes, sir,” I reply, barely finding my voice. Merlin raises his brow at Lancelot. Vivian gapes, spellbound.
Lancelot motions for me to follow him. My walk is mechanical as my heart races with each step. Everyone is staring. Has Sir Lancelot recognized my good work at the fire scene or am I in more trouble? We pass by Isolde, who holds a tray in one hand. She hastily tucks a wavy strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. “Good day, Sir Lancelot,” she says.
Lancelot nods in her direction, which causes her to blush furiously. Once he’s past, she glares at me.


About the Author:

Realm Lovejoy is an American writer and an artist. She grew up in both Washington State and the Japanese Alps of Nagano, Japan.

Currently, she lives in Seattle and works as an artist in the video game industry.

CLAN is her first book. You can find out more about her and her book at www.realmlovejoy.com





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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Cover Reveal Witches Be Burned by Stacey Kennedy



WITCHES BE BURNED by STACEY KENNEDY

In Stacey Kennedy’s steamy paranormal romance novel, a rookie guardian sworn to combat the undead risks life and love in a world of violence, witchcraft, and seduction.


Title: Witches Be Burned, a Magic and Mayhem novel
Author: Stacey Kennedy
Author Location: Canada
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 5, 2015
Page Count: TBA
Publisher: Loveswept by Random House
Format: Digital eBook
ISBN: 978-0-553-39513-6

Book Description:

Nexi Jones has lost her family, she’s been stripped of her guardian duties, and she’s still learning the ins and outs of white magic. At least she has Kyden, the smoldering hot elite guardian who’s been there for her every step of the way. But just as Nexi completes her training, tragedy strikes the Otherworld when a fellow guardian is murdered by a group of rogue vampires. Ready or not, she and Kyden trek into the Earthworld to hunt down a killer—and Nexi alone will be put to the ultimate test.

Although Kyden knows that Nexi must fight her own battles, his guardian instincts are raging as he struggles to keep her close. The ruthlessness of these vampires is like nothing he’s ever seen. And at their helm is the Black Witch Astoria, a demon with one burning desire: to shed Nexi’s blood in the name of vengeance. What troubles Kyden even more, though, is the warlock who covets Nexi’s heart. Let the devil do his worst . . . all Kyden can do is love and protect Nexi until his last breath.


Author Bio

STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Sons of Anarchy


Winter Wolf by RJ Blain






Winter Wolf
Witch and Wolf
Book 2
RJ Blain

Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Release Date: November 24, 2014

ASIN: B00N1BXDMW

Book Description:

The Hunted Wizard

When Nicole dabbled in the occult, she lost it all: Her voice, her family, and her name. Now on the run from the Inquisition, she must prove to herself—and the world—that not all wizards are too dangerous to let live.

The savage murder of a bookstore employee throws Nicole into the middle of Inquisition business, like it or not. Driven by her inability to save the young man’s life, she decides to hunt the killer on her own. Using forbidden magic to investigate the past, she learns that the murderer is in fact a disease that could kill the entire werewolf race.

Forced to choose between saving lives and preserving her own, Nicole embraces the magic that sent her into exile. Without werewolves, the power of the Inquisition would dwindle, and she could live without being hunted.

Nicole’s only hope for success lies in the hands of the werewolves she hates and the Inquisition she fears, but finding someone to trust is only the beginning of her problems. There are those who want to ensure that the werewolves go extinct and that the Inquisition falls.

But, if she fails to find a cure, her family—including her twin sister—will perish…

Available at   Amazon   iTunes   BN   Kobo

Excerpt 1

Almost everyone in the store had a phone. Dormant devices, from reading lights to mobile chargers, littered the tables. One woman, browsing books nearby, had four battery-powered devices in her purse. One was a phone, and like mine, it hungered. Its need was strong; its battery waned to the point of failure.

If I wanted, I could charge it for her.

No one would notice if I did. Maybe the woman would wonder how her phone hadn’t died before she got home. It only had a few minutes left. It’d take me all of ten seconds to fix it for her. If I did, I wouldn’t be so aware of it. But to do so, I’d have to touch her—or her phone. Some things I could manipulate without having a direct conduit, but cell phone batteries were tricky, greedy things.

I cringed a little, setting the thriller book down. I picked up the next nearest title. I flipped it over, not reading the text on the back. Did I dare? Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the woman browsing through the books. All it would take was a few seconds. I could charge it without her noticing.

That was one thing I was actually good at.

I put the novel I held down and wandered to the same table, careful not to look at her. Book by book, I investigated the titles, circling to where she stood.

“You’re Nicole Thomas, aren’t you? The actress. You’re her.” My quarry appraised me with a pleased expression.

People normally recognized the mainliners, people with beautiful faces and voices to match, people who didn’t avoid crowds.

In short, people other than me.

I met her gaze, abandoning my perusal of novels. “I am,” I replied, wincing a little at the sandpaper-rough quality of my voice. At least I hadn’t been reduced to a whisper—yet. My fatal flaw was my rough, grating voice. Chronic laryngitis did that to a person. It ruined careers, as it had mine, though I hadn’t quite given up on being an actress. I’d already lost the ability to sing.

I wasn’t going to let a stupid disease take everything away from me.

The woman smiled, not seeming to mind talking to someone who sounded more like a zombie than a human. “You’re taller than I expected. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She thrust out her hand.

We shook.

I left her phone alone.

“They keep putting me next to giants,” I quipped. It was true. When I did manage to get on the silver screen, I worked alongside actors easily a foot-and-a-half taller than me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I matched her smile. She didn’t tell me her name, and I didn’t ask for it.

It took all of my will not to fiddle with her phone. All it would take was a murmured word and a thought, and it’d be done. It would have been easy to charge the battery when our hands had been clasped together, but I hadn’t dared.

If, sometime later, she noticed her phone had magically been charged—literally—she might remember me. She knew my name.

And in true cowardice, I couldn’t bring myself to help her. If she connected the strange behavior of her phone with me, she might tell someone. If she did, I’d be as good as dead—or worse. I had dabbled in the occult, and the occult had dabbled back, and there were those who didn’t like when that happened.

The last thing I needed was them finding me.



About the Author:

RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.

When she isn't playing pretend, she likes to think she's a cartographer and a sumi-e painter. In reality, she herds cats and a husband. She is currently on a quest for a new warrior fish.

In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.




Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/RJ-Blain/121746651191778

RJ’s Favorite Books & Series in no particular order:

Anne McCaffrey's Pern

Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar & Gryphon Series

Jim Butcher's Codex Alera & The Dresden Files

Brandon Sanderson's Elantris

Patricia Briggs' Alpha and Omega, Dragon Bones, & The Mercy Thompson series

Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time






Undead Obsessed: Finding Meaning in Zombies by Jessica Robinson






Undead Obsessed:  Finding Meaning in Zombies
Jessica Robinson

Genre:  Nonfiction, pop culture

Publisher:  Booktrope

Date of Publication: October 31, 2014

ISBN:  ISBN-10: 1620155923
ISBN-13: 978-1620155929

Number of pages:  202

Cover Artist:  Greg Simanson

Book Description: 

Jessica Robinson's obsession with zombie films started when she was in junior high. Horror films are a great lens to examine concerns society has about modern science. Let’s face it, when it comes to horror movies, science has a bad reputation. Blind ambition, experimental serums, and genetic experiments are often blamed for the giant monster terrorizing the city or the reason aliens are taking human prisoners or the cause of the dead rising from the grave to consume living flesh.

Using film, literature, and interviews with experts, Robinson examines how zombies portray real-world fears such as epidemics, mind control, what may or may not exist in space, the repercussions of playing God, and the science behind the fears. Robinson's goal is to explore how zombies become a metaphor for our fears of science and what could happen if science gets out of hand.

Available at Amazon



About the Author:

Jessica Robinson is an editor by day and a zombie-killer by night (at least in her books). Since the first time she watched Night of the Living Dead, she has been obsessed with zombies and often thinks of ways to survive the uprising. In addition to her nonfiction book, under the pen name Pembroke Sinclair, she has written YA novels about zombies and the tough teens who survive the apocalyptic world. She has also written nonfiction stories for Serial Killer Magazine and published a book about slasher films called Life Lessons from Slasher Films.

You can learn more about Jessica by visiting her at http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/


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Submit Your Zombie Survival Plan

You know you've thought about it.  You know you've planned it out. 

How would you survive the zombie apocalypse?  

I’m un-dying to know!  

Send your essays (500 words or less) or videos to pembrokesinclair[@]hotmail[.]com or use the contact form at www.pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com .  

Please don’t send attachments.  I won’t open them.  Please paste your story or link directly in the body of the email or the contact form.  Thanks!


Terms:  Sending your stories/videos to Pembroke Sinclair/Jessica Robinson gives her permission to post them on her blog, Twitter, Facebook, or any other social media sites (including, but not limited to, Google+, Goodreads, etc.).  You retain copyright, but give her permission to share with others for no compensation.  This is totally voluntary on your part.

You warrant that you are the sole owner of the work or have been assigned exclusive rights to the work; that the work is original and that no part was taken from or based on any other literary, dramatic, or musical material, or from an film or graphic arts, except identified in writing by author; that the work does not contain any material of libelous, pornographic, or obscene nature.

You agree to hold Pembroke Sinclair/Jessica Robinson harmless and indemnify her against any claim, demand, action, suit, proceeding, or any expense whatsoever arising from claims of infringement of copyright or proprietary right, or claims of libel, obscenity, invasion of privacy, or any other unlawfulness based upon or arising from the publication or any matter pertaining to the work.


Submission of your work means you agree to these terms.  Pembroke Sinclair/Jessica Robinson reserves the right to decide what will be published on her blog and other social media sites and has the right to refuse any work.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Spotlight and Giveaway: Dragon and Flame by Zoe Perdita








Dragon and Flame
Haven City Series
Book 6
Zoe Perdita

Genre: Gay romance, shifter romance

Publisher: Eccentric Erotica

Date of Publication: Sept. 29, 2014

ISBN: 1502525526
ASIN: B00O0GS1PG

Number of pages: 260 in print
Word Count: 62,000

Cover Artist: Zoe Perdita

Book Description:

Rory Sullivan thinks he has it all, until his boyfriend breaks his heart and the new landlord raises the rent on his bar. A chance meeting with Jin Yue, a rich dragon, gives Rory hope. Jin promises Rory he can save the bar and get even with his ex – for a price.

All Rory has to do is pretend to be in a relationship with Jin. Rory’s bad boy nature, and the desire for some no-strings-attached sex make the idea way too intriguing. Even if Rory’s brain thinks it’s a bad idea, his cock heartily disagrees.

Problem is, Jin Yue might be all kinds of hot, but he’s also Haven City’s one and only crime boss – sexy, powerful and deadly. Now Rory is tied to Jin until the dragon’s mission is complete, regardless of assassination attempts, hunters or the cops.

Jin Yue won the gang war, but the battle for Haven City isn’t over.

Enter Rory Sullivan – the tatted up fire mage who can help Jin lay claim to his rightful territory. However, things don’t turn out the way Jin plans. Rory pushes all the right buttons and riles up Jin’s dragon instincts. The fire mage is the farthest thing from Jin’s type, but the heat between them sets Jin’s blood on fire.

They’re playing a dangerous game that puts both of their hearts and lives on the line. While the passion between Jin and Rory sizzles, can a relationship built on deceit grow into something more?

Warning: contains violence and graphic gay sex scenes.


Available at Amazon  BN   ARe  Google Play



Excerpt
When they left the restaurant, Jin took him downtown to go shopping. 

Rory stopped outside the store and raised his eyebrows at the name. “Armani? Isn’t that last season or some shit?”

Jin chuckled and stepped inside. “The label is all certain people care about. The tux should work for your sister’s wedding as well.”

Rory forced himself not to glower and followed.

His patience came to an end when no less than three sales people walked up and started asking stupid questions. Jin answered, and Rory wondered if these three women spent all their income on designer clothes. What a ridiculous waste of money. They pulled out three tuxedos, which all looked the same to Rory, but the sales vultures insisted they were different in cut or style.

“Do I have to try all three of them on?” Rory asked and shoved his hands into his pockets. Too bad his bartender getup wouldn’t pass at a fancy gala.

“Yes. I want my money’s worth, and you’re the best model I can think of,” Jin said with a delectable smirk and headed toward the fitting rooms.

Heat flared in Rory’s chest, torn between annoyance and lust. Why did Jin always fall right on that line? This weird place between wanting and wanting to punch.

He stalked after the dragon.

“You’re coming in with me?” Rory asked as he walked into one of the palatial dressing rooms. It was the same size as his bedroom and had a damn couch, for fuck’s sake. Yeah, it wasn’t anything like the dressing rooms at the places he usually shopped.

Jin stepped inside after him. “I wouldn’t want you getting lonely in here all by yourself.”

Rory doubted that eventuality, but he didn’t kick Jin out either. “And here I didn’t put on my fancy underwear.”

Jin smirked.

A sales woman brought in the tuxedos and shut the door as she left.

A dare lit up Jin’s eyes as he settled on the couch.

What did he expect? That Rory wouldn’t actually strip? He slipped the leather jacket off his shoulders and set it aside. “You want to watch me take off my clothes?”

“Very much. You’re an attractive man. I can see what Richard loves about you, but I can’t see what you liked about him,” Jin said evenly.

Love. Ha! Dick never loved him. Rory knew that, and Jin used that word on purpose.

Rory yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on his jacket. Then he stepped forward. “Like what you see?”

Jin’s eyes crinkled at the edges, and Rory wondered how old the dragon was. Older than Rory.

Jin’s dark eyes drank in Rory’s firm chest, the tattoos that wound over his arms and taut pectorals, and the little black rings that pierced his nipples. But Jin didn’t reach forward and touch him, like Rory assumed he would. Hell, from the look of hungry fascination on Jin’s face and the flick of Jin’s tongue over his lips, Rory expected a hell of a lot more.

“I said you were attractive,” Jin purred.

“So take off my pants,” Rory said and moved so close his legs straddled Jin’s thighs. Perfect position for a suck job, and he smirked at that thought. If the sex was on his terms, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind.

“Is this how I earn my kiss?” Jin asked and leaned forward.

“Maybe,” Rory said. How the hell did this go from a power play to flirting? Fuck. He didn’t know. The heat building in his balls told him not to worry about it.

“Hmm,” Jin hummed, and his rough hands wound down Rory’s chest. They flicked and pulled, ever so carefully, at the rings on Rory’s nipples.
Rory bit back a groan.

Jin smiled and roamed lower. His fingers caught on the top of Rory’s jeans, and he undid the top button. His dark eyes burned as he grabbed the zipper, and eased it down like this was all some great big act of seduction.

It worked.

Rory’s breath hitched in his throat as Jin’s fingers brushed Rory’s bulge. It twitched and stiffened, and Rory fought the urge to thrust his hips into those hands.

“You want me to keep going?” Jin asked.

The dare still burned in his eyes, but something else flickered alongside it. The same flame that burned inside Rory – the thing that urged him closer and closer to the edge between what was safe and what was possible.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so Rory nodded instead.

Jin complied. He hooked his thumbs in the side of the jeans and inched them lower and lower. They slid over Rory’s black jockeys, down his legs and bunched there. He forgot about the boots. Well, since Jin was in the neighborhood.

“Those too,” Rory said, his voice gruff.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for this later,” Jin said with a dangerous smirk.

Rory returned it with one of his own. “Sure thing.”

Jin made quick work of the laces, and Rory stepped out of the boots and jeans with a minimal amount of hopping. The jockey’s hung so low on his hips the dark red curls popped out of the waistband, but he didn’t bother yanking them up.

It gave the dragon a good look at what Rory had in store for him.

“Do I have to dress you too or can you manage?” Jin asked, his voice rich with amusement. A spark shone in his eyes.

“I think I can manage,” Rory said and picked up the first tux.

He put on the pants, shirt and jacket without a problem, but the bowtie was another issue altogether. However, one of the sales women came in and righted it for him. Then there was a whole lot of ‘turn left’ and ‘turn right’ before he finally got to put on the other two.

Even looking at himself in the mirror, Rory couldn’t see the difference. He chose the first one out of spite, and Jin didn’t argue with that decision.

“I’ll box this up for you sir. And I’ll set out some suitable shoes. Size twelve?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Rory said and waited for her to shut the door before he looked at Jin again.

Jin’s eyes lingered on Rory’s bulge. “Do I get to take that off too?”

“Maybe after the gala,” Rory said and tossed the shirt at the dragon.
Jin caught it and stood up in one swift movement.

Right. Shifter. They were fast – faster than he was.

Rory barely registered that thought as Jin’s body met his, pressed him against the wall and took a long, slow sniff of his neck.

“You smell like sex,” Jin purred.

Rory’s heart jumped into his throat, and his cock responded to the sudden proximity. “Do I?”

“Mmm,” Jin said. His lips vibrated against Rory’s flushed skin. “You most certainly do. And I want my kiss. I think I’ve earned it.”

The cuff on Rory’s wrist felt heavier than normal, thick and tight. If he said ‘no,’ maybe Jin would have to stop. He’d need to back off until the situation was all on Rory’s terms. But Rory couldn’t find the words. They bunched up in his throat and came out as a groan.

Jin sucked at Rory’s skin and fire rose across his flesh with it.

“Earned it? Not quite,” Rory whispered. “Get me off, and I’ll consider it.”

Jin’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and he smiled against Rory’s flesh. “You’re going to pay for that too.”

Rory didn’t see how that could be a bad thing. 

About the Author:

Zoe Perdita writes gay shifter romance because the only thing better than one hot shifter dude is two hot shifter dudes making out.

She lives in the Pacific Northwest with a fluffy orange cat and a lively roommate. When she's not writing, Zoe likes to travel, read and play video games.










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