Happy Friday! This week I present to you Shelby Rhodes and her Vampires of Vadin series!
Vampires of Vadin 1
Vampire King Adrian Bloodhart has faced many challenges in the thousands of years he's been reigning. However, he had thought he'd moved past the stage of his life that was littered with assassination attempts. And, as if the attacks weren't irritating enough, he finds himself saddled with a personal bodyguard he doesn't feel he needs or even wants.
When Xavier Dayden had agreed to guard King Adrian, he had expected to be guarding a mature adult, but what he got was a petulant child. Adrian is odd as hell and too sexy for Xavier's peace of mind. When Xavier finds his control slipping, he's conflicted. Giving in could lead to so much more than a one night stand, but was it worth the possible heartbreak?
The choice is made when tragedy strikes where it is least expected and, as Adrian's walls crack and fall, Xavier is there to pick up the pieces. Through the heartache, love is finally in their grasps.
Xavier Dayden stood back and watched as King Aiden composed his thoughts. There was going to be an argument for sure. However, his kings fully intended to win the fight that was about to happen.
He briefly wondered how he had never met King Adrian. He had met the man’s father at the age of twenty-five—the man had been as much of a bastard as the previous Arcadian king, Davin.
It made sense, he supposed. When Adrian’s father, King Kade, stilled ruled, he avoided venturing into Vadin, as it was a mess to say the least. When Adrian Silvermore Bloodhart took over, he had just been named the captain of the guards. For years he mostly remained in the castle. Then when King Rand died—murder by his own twin brother—King Davin started a war with the Kingdom of Vadin. At the time, he had been forced to be Davin’s personal bodyguard. He had been stuck in the castle being King Davin’s “faithful” bodyguard—or so Davin believed up until the moment he allowed Tristan to remove the bastard’s head.
It was quite a shame that he hadn’t met the man earlier, he mused. He did find it a bit odd that Adrian was barefoot. However, it was easy to ignore when Xavier examined the rest of him. Adrian was beautiful and had a voice that was pure sex. It was causing an alarming amount of sexual scenarios to run through his head, so much so that he had been forced to adjust himself.
Forcing the thoughts away, as they were seriously inappropriate considering the current situation, he turned his focus back to the conversation going on around him.
“Yes, rumors. We ignored them at first, as rumors more often than not are just that. However, the rumors started to multiply. When more tales of attacks reached us, ones more violent than the previous, we decided it was time to investigate ourselves if there was any truth behind them. What we found, Adrian, was not reassuring. Many of your people are worried about the future. They fear what could happen. They fear for your safety.” King Aiden paused and then asked, “Adrian, is there a reason for them to fear for you? Are the rumors true? Have there been multiple attempts on your life?”
The Vampire King appeared uneasy with the line of questioning. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he said, “I think it would be best to have this conversation in the privacy of my throne room.” Adrian turned without another word, scurried through the gate, and hurried back down the path that led to the entrance of his castle.
Xavier almost laughed at how quickly he retreated, but held it in, as he doubted his kings would find any humor in the situation. They considered King Adrian one of their closest friends, and the situation worried them.
Both the twins and the guard—who had been standing behind King Adrian—sighed as they watched him retreat.
As the man disappeared into the castle, King Aiden murmured, “I suppose we should follow…”
The guard grimaced and motioned them forward. “Yes, please follow me, King Tristan, King Aiden. I apologize for his rude behavior. He has been unusually stubborn about this whole mess.”
“It’s fine, Baylin. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy when you informed us of the situation. Obviously, he’s a bit out of sorts. Considering the situation, it’s understandable. You have nothing to apologize for,” King Tristan demurred, speaking at last.
Out of the two, Tristan was the peacekeeper. He was more levelheaded than his twin and was unlikely to let his temper get the best of him. King Aiden, however, enjoyed a good fight and usually was the first to jump in. He also tended to be a bit harsher with his words.
Though, Tristan’s temper was a sight to see when unleashed. Overall, the two seemed to balance each other out, making up for each other’s faults.
Xavier followed them in and through the castle to the throne room. The rest of the entourage, who arrived with the kings, were shown to their rooms.
There were two guards stationed outside the throne-room doors when they arrived. The throne room itself was empty aside from King Adrian. Two thrones, sitting side by side, faced King Adrian—thrones he would bet were not there earlier. As his kings sat down, the doors closed behind them, sealing the three kings, the guard Baylin, and himself inside.
They all remained quiet as the sound of the doors closing echoed throughout the room.
The hairs on the back of Xavier’s neck stood—someone was watching him. With so few in the room, it was easy to figure out who.
Adrian was examining him closely. “And who is this?”
King Aiden started to answer, but stopped when King Tristan grabbed his shoulder. Tristan seemed quite aware that now was not the time to reveal why Xavier was here. He would have to agree with the assessment, as King Adrian looked ready to bolt already.
“We’ll tell you why he’s here in time. Please take comfort in the fact that we trust him with our lives. Now, Adrian, please tell us the truth. What is going on?” Tristan pushed gently.
With a heavy sigh, Adrian admitted, “The rumors are true. There have been multiple attempts on my life, but it’s really nothing to worry about. I can take care of myself.”
King Aiden narrowed his eyes, anger building. “What about the rumors that each attack is more brutal than the last?”
Adrian began to fidget on his throne. “That rumor may also be true…”
Aiden slammed his fist down on the arm of his chair. “May be true? Adrian, it’s a yes or no question. What is being done to guarantee your safety? Is anything being done? Also, why weren’t we informed of this when it first started? Not only are you our friend, but you also rule a country that we share borders with. This is a serious matter. We could face major diplomatic problems if you are unseated. Citizens of both countries could get hurt. Why are you being so foolish as to refuse a bodyguard? Have you lost all common sense?”
Xavier winced—in his outburst, King Aiden had revealed too much. The slip-up was not one King Adrian was likely to miss.
“And how do you know I’m refusing a bodyguard?” the man asked coldly, and turned to glare at the guard Baylin. “You dirty little fink! You couldn’t win an argument, so you went and tattled on me?”
Jayden knows he’s a monster. The people he killed were horrible, but it didn’t change what he was. And being taken in by Stephan Everwood at fifteen hadn’t changed his homicidal tendencies. Yet ten years later he finds himself struggling to be someone he's not. Then, despite thinking he lost most of his emotions years ago, Jayden discovers that not only is he not as empty inside as he thought, but that his monster is more present than ever before.
Stephan freely admits he has some issues. His self-doubts could be unrelenting and Stephan’s need to fix things tended to go too far. It blinded him to Jayden’s struggles. In the end his refusal to listen to what Jayden was trying to tell him has unfortunate results. When Stephan finally accepts who Jayden is, he must also face all that he had locked away inside.
Their difficulties brought them together. Their love healed them. And when the past tries to tear them apart, their darkness saved them.
Clutching tightly, the man pulled him back around. “Let me help!” His voice was rushed, higher than before, and slightly panicked. “We can turn him over to the authorities, the Zaytari. Evidence! We can find evidence and turn it in. You’ve been in his head, haven’t you?”
Jayden scowled at the hand on his arm—he wasn’t a fan of being grabbed, and Stephan seemed to be doing it a lot. “I have.”
“Then we’ll know where to find proof,” he insisted, completely ignoring Jayden’s irritation.
“Stephan, if you haven’t noticed, poor Richard here is a little banged up. A bit hard to play it off as nothing, don’t you think?” Jayden nodded toward the bloody man.
Nose wrinkling, Stephan hesitantly said, “I can fix that…the only issue would be his memories. We would need someone to get rid of them.” He nibbled on his bottom lip. “I may be able to hire someone. I just need time.”
“I can do it.”
“You can?” Stephan sounded surprised.
Running his fingers through his hair, Jayden grimaced. Apparently, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut tonight.
What was wrong with him? Jayden had no intention of letting Richard leave here alive. Ugh, his whole night of murderous fun had been shot to hell.
Who was Stephan anyway? Not to mention, why the hell was he believing everything Jayden said? Was the man really that naïve? It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be, not with what he had experienced. Was this a trap?
It would have been nice if Jayden had a way to find out. Unfortunately, the man’s mental walls were solidly back in place.
Eyeing him suspiciously, he asked, “Who are you?”
Jayden stalked closer and invaded the man’s personal space, brushing up against him. “Who are you, Stephan? What are you doing here?”
Stephan released his arm and staggered a few steps back. “I own this building. A construction crew is coming to tear it down in a few days. I wanted to make sure no one was living here. As for who I am? I’m not sure how to answer that.”
Stephan’s words were a mixture of truths and deceptions. “I don’t like being lied to, Stephan. I would suggest…” Jayden trailed off when something clicked into place.
He hissed, jerking as the walls and floors of the warehouse were suddenly drenched in blood with bodies scattered on the floor all around him.
It wasn’t real, just a phantom hiding what was actually there. A vision brought on by a memory—one that faded away moments later.
Jayden hated having these visions. They left him defenseless and unaware of his surroundings. While this one had been short, others had lasted hours. When he was locked into a memory, someone could stab him, and he wouldn’t even notice—until he pulled free, that is. And he knew that for a fact, as it had happened.
God, why couldn’t Jayden have been born just a little bit more normal? He was almost positive that the average vampire didn’t have to deal with shit like that. At least he didn’t think they did—Jayden didn’t really have any friends.
“This is where it happened, where they hurt you, where you killed them…”
“How could you afford to buy it?”
The man laughed bitterly. “My parents were rich.”
“I see.” He struggled to find something else to say.
Stephan’s shoulders slumped and his bottom lip began to tremble. The man seemed so sad, and for some reason that angered him.
Jayden glared down at the ground. Why was he angry? He shouldn’t be feeling anything. Was it the man’s past? Jayden rubbed his chest at the uncomfortable feelings running through him. He had the strongest urge to run away.
Maybe if he humored the man, he would leave—no harm in that, right?
Jayden gave Stephan a tight smile. “Let’s try it your way…however, if it doesn’t work, I will kill him. Though with how much blood Richard has lost, it’s probably too late anyway.”
“I can do it.”
Jayden stepped back and gave a mocking bow. “If you say so.”
Arms hanging loose, Stephan closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had been replaced by solid pools of lilac.
Jayden gasped, a cold shiver running through him as power swirled around the room. There was so much of it, and all of it was coming from Stephan. The very air was shifting—he had never felt anything like it. Hair standing on end, Jayden felt he should run away—to not trust the force around him.
Suddenly the air settled. The power hadn’t vanished, though. It was still thickening the air. His lungs stuttered as he struggled to draw in a full breath under its weight. Whoever Stephan was, he was dangerous.
Books have always been a big part of Shelby Rhodes’ Life. Unfortunately, growing up writing had been a constant struggle for her. So, even with her head filled with stories she never tried to write them down.
It took two degrees in painting, one a master’s degree, for her to finally gain the confidence to explore writing as a creative outlet. Now writing has become a way for her to dive into new adventures and explore new worlds.
With confidence she fully intends to explore everything that has been stuck in her head for years. It is her hope that others will join her on her adventures.
This week I bring you a second part of my 9th Itayu Lake book, Vacation of Fate!
Vacation of Fate
Itayu Lake 9
Brady felt his face heat again as he recalled what they’d done in the shower, and again on the bed. Who would’ve thought he’d be so into sex with another man? Not Brady, but wow. Being with Davin not only felt right, it felt amazing. His wolf was tender yet insistent. The way he searched out all of Brady’s erogenous areas had his head spinning. Hell, just thinking about it was enough to make his cock throb in his jeans.
“Okay, we’re all set,” Davin said coming to Brady’s side and holding out his hand for him. “Ready to go?”
“Where exactly are we going?” Brady asked as he allowed Davin to pull him to his feet.
“I was thinking of going to one of the local bars.”
Brady stopped and tensed. “Um.” He bit his bottom lip and looked down to his shoes.
“What?” Davin asked, a hint of worry in his tone.
“I can’t go to a bar.” Brady felt his face heat for an entirely new reason.
He could feel Davin’s entire mood shift. “Why? How old are you?” he demanded.
“Twenty,” Brady confessed.
“Oh, thank god.” Davin knelt, a heavy breath escaping him. “For a second I thought you were a minor.”
“What? No!” Brady gaped. “I’m just not of legal age to drink.”
“Okay, then we’ll go to a restaurant,” Davin quickly revised his plan. “Logan told me about this good place in town, we can check it out.”
“Logan?” Brady frowned as he followed Davin to his Ford Taurus. For some reason he didn’t like hearing another man’s name leaving Davin’s lips.
“My partner at work.” With that Brady’s rising jealousy cooled. It didn’t vanish, but it did settle down.
“What do you do?” Brady suddenly realized how little they knew about each other, despite basically already being married. Mating was like being married, right? Minus the no divorce option.
“I’m a police officer in Mystic Cove Oregon,” Davin answered, pride in his voice.
“A cop?” Brady was floored. He’d mated a cop? “Does that make you the canine unit?”
“Watch it,” Davin growled even as Brady laughed. His wolf was a cop! This was hilarious.
“But seriously, do you sniff out drugs and stuff?” Brady fought not to die laughing even as Davin growled in warning again.
“I can sniff out a lot more than drugs,” Davin reminded Brady as he leaned in and inhaled deeply, “And right now I can smell how much you want me.” Amusement forgotten, Brady went stiff as his face heated to near nuclear levels. Davin smirked in victory and pointed to the car. “We can get lunch, or I can take you back to the room and not let you go until tomorrow morning. Your choice.”
“Tempting,” Brady moaned, but still hurried to the car and climbed into the passenger side.
“Obviously not tempting enough,” Davin mumbled as he got into the car and started it up. They pulled out and headed down the mountain.
Brady couldn’t remember a lot from when he was brought to the lake, but he did remember this road. It was the same one he’d come up with the fraternity house when he’d tried to get in. Sadly, due to family reasons he had to leave the school and switch to online classes. It was fine though, he was making his own money and he couldn’t complain about that. The circumstances which it occurred under though was still fresh and painful.
At the base of the mountain they came into a small valley town and Brady smiled. Now this he knew! Spirit Valley was just as cute as he remembered it. The township resembled something out of picture book, simple and quaint. It was the exact image he pictured when he thought of a small mountain town.
Davin drove them through town to a small restaurant tucked away from the main street. He parked and turned off the engine as Brady unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car. The place looked like a small hole in the wall, and his experience with such places told him these types of restaurants were either amazing, or horrible. He hoped it was the first.
Okay, are you all ready for a flash back to the 80's? Well, if you aren't I'd dig out those nostalgia goggles, because you're going to want them! This week for my author spotlight I present to you Candi Fox and her new release, Savannah James, Pendale High Class of '87!
Pendale High Class of '87
Welcome to the 1980’s and Pendale High. Home to arts, academics, rock stars, and smoking hot jocks.
Pendale senior, Savanah James, is about to risk everything for a chance at love. But, when she crashes and burns with her crush, Punk Metal Bassist Aaron Angel, Rock Star Stone Blackwell steps forward to save the day.
Their connection is instant, their passion undeniable.
Can Stone win her heart even after he makes a terrible mistake? Or, will the football team’s star quarterback Thad Harrison steal her away?
Savannah was backstage in the dressing room with the rest of the Storm Riders. She’d finally settled on an outfit that Stone liked, and she felt comfortable in. The rest of the band was getting ready. She sat on the sofa sipping a Mountain Dew.
She watched Stone, Manny, and Blade fix their hair, apply eyeliner. It was the 80s, everyone wore eye liner. They all chatted, joked and seemed totally at ease. Savannah may have looked calm on the outside, but inside she was a bundle of nerves. She was about to perform in front of 20,000 people, give or take a few hundred.
She was thankful she wore shades tonight. When she was particularly nervous she’d close her eyes and just let the music take over. Savannah was only the vessel that carried the music. The music was what everyone wanted. The sunglasses allowed her to look cool on stage and close her eyes without anyone noticing.
She got more and more nervous as time for the concert grew closer. Fidgeting in her seat just wasn’t cutting it anymore. She decided a once-over in front of the mirror would help. She could make a mental checklist to make sure everything was in order. That would help her calm down.
Her strappy black velvet dress barely covered her thighs. When she sat down it would no doubt show her black lace panties. Silk thigh-highs came up to about two inches below the dress. She chose the kind that didn’t need a garter belt.
Soft black velvet high-heeled boots covered her shapely calves and ended just below her knees. They were old-fashioned looking and laced up the front. Savannah tied them in a double knot like she used to do with her sneakers during basketball, to insure they wouldn’t come undone in the middle of her performance.
Over the dress she wore a sleeveless duster that she’d made herself. The top was black velvet to her waist. From her waist to a few inches below her thighs it was black silk brocade. The rest of it was a sheer black material. It floated out behind her as she moved.
Her long nails were painted black and she wore silver rings on several fingers. Some fingers bore multiple thin rings. On one arm she wore a variety of black and silver bangles, on the other she wore thin black leather bracelets, both going from her wrists to her elbows.
Large blackened silver hoops with stars were in her first piercings, while she wore small silver studs and hoops in her other piercings. Except for the one lone ruby stud earring. She’d once worn the cross that Aaron gave her. Something she’d worn every day since then, until last night.
Last night was a gamechanger for her in more ways than one. Given time she might even be thankful for the bitch that was hanging all over Aaron. Oh no, Savannah Cher James, you are not going to think about Aaron Angel right now. Focus!
A black velvet choker with a silver and moonstone pendant graced her neck. A tiny diamond sparkled on her nose. Aunt Judy had surprised her earlier today with the tiny diamond stud to replace the small gold hoop she wore.
Her black shades were coffin-shaped. She’d seen them in a fashion magazine over the winter and saved until she could buy them. Her black lips shone with a few layers of gloss. She’d chosen to only wear white eyeshadow with shimmer, black liner and mascara to complete her look. Her hair was straight, hanging loose down her back.
If she’d had more time she would have pin-curled it and used the hair-black that she usually streaked through her blonde hair to give it a rocker look. The curls both made her hair look shorter and gave it more volume. The perfect 80s hairdo for a rocker.
She saw Stone come behind her in the mirror. He put his arms around her waist as he pulled her close. His voice was low as he whispered in her ear. “You look good enough to eat, SJ. I’ll do my best not to be distracted by your beauty during the concert.”
She blushed and was about to reply when Aaron Angel walked into the dressing room. He spoke before he caught sight of her and Stone.
“Hey, guys. I heard that Lenny had a family emergency. I came to offer my axe skills.”
Manny walked over to him giving him a handshake and a bro hug. “Hey, thanks man. We have it covered. Stone’s girl is a fuckin’ phenom on the bass. I’m pretty sure she was playing one in her crib.”
“Oh? Anyone I’ve heard of?”
Stone turned around, Savannah still in his arms. “I’m pretty sure you know SJ. The goddess you let slip through your fingers. Hey, your fuck-up is my gain. Thanks, man.”
“You’re seriously going to let her play? She’s just a kid, man.”
“You’re wrong there, dickweed. SJ is all woman. She’s also a bitchin’ bass player. You’ve heard her play, man.”
His jaw clenched, Aaron replied. “Yeah. I heard her. I won’t deny she’s good, but what about in front of 20,000 screaming fans?”
“I’ll be just fine, thanks, Aaron. If Stone didn’t have confidence in me he wouldn’t let me out on stage. Storm Riders is the hottest band in the world right now. Do you think he would let me fuck that up for a piece of ass? That’s what you’re thinking right? That somehow, he has sex on the brain and therefore I can’t be that good. Why don’t you go take my seat in the front row and see just how good I am.”
She was so pissed she was trembling. Aaron turned around, stalking out of the room without saying another word. Stone felt her shaking. “Are you alright, sugar lips?”
“I’m fine. I’m just fucking pissed off at the hoser. How dare he think I’m not good enough to play on stage. I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?”
Candi Fox, co-host of the wildly popular radio show Candi and Company with over a million listeners began her venture in the paranormal at the tender age of two, when she witnessed her first apparition. From that moment on the paranormal seemed to follow her. No matter where she moved, the house she lived in the house next door, or the house down the street always seemed to be haunted.
Candi lives with her husband and furry children in Tulsa. She is passionate about the occult, saving and rehabilitating horses, horseback riding, magic, all things mystical and has her Reiki Mastery.
Yay, I'm on time and on schedule for this week! First time in ... weeks. So, for this Friday's spotlight we have Lisa Oliver and her book the Necromancer's Smile!
Detective Dakar Rhodes is an alpha wolf shifter who's short on sleep and patience. Called to yet another crime scene, definitely the work of a serial killer, he's shocked to learn the Pedace Police Department has a Necromancer as a consultant. Considering he'd moved to Pedace because of the lack of a coven in the area, he wasn't pleased with the new development. His previous dealings with magic users never ended well. But when ordered to show the consultant the respect befitting his position, Dakar bites his tongue and longs for a swift conclusion to the case.
Necromancer Prince Sebastian York, or Sy to his friends, has a real issue with people. He doesn't like or trust them, but because of his position, he has to deal with them. Dead people are so much easier - at least they don't want anything from him. But Sy has been raised to do his duty and when he's called to a crime scene, he doesn't expect anything much to happen beyond talking to a few spirits. The last thing he thought he'd find is a wolf shifter claiming to be his mate.
One short meeting has a wealth of repercussions. Finding a serial killer is easy; coping with relationships is anything but. Demons, journalists, long held grudges and a familiar with loyalty issues all combine to make for a hectic time. It's a case of one step forward, two steps back for Dakar and Sy, but when evil comes calling will they be able to rely on each other for a chance at an HEA?
This story is the first in a planned trilogy for our two main characters. A complete story, the epilogue does set the scene for book two, but this can be read as a standalone. This book contains a few intimate situations suitable for adults only and is M/M. Some graphic violence.
Stepping forward, Dakar inclined his head enough to show respect and kept his expression professional. “Necromancer, I apologize for disturbing your evening plans. If your boy toy would care to wait by the car, I can show you what we’ve found at the scene so far.”
The tall man’s spine got even straighter if that was possible and the temperature around them dropped ten degrees. Dakar got the impression he’d caused offence even if he couldn’t work out what he’d said wrong. Then he remembered what he’d said and winced. Shit, what if the boy toy was the Necromancer’s mate, significant other, or whatever the hell a necromancer calls his partner? Opening his mouth to offer yet another apology he was thwarted by cutting tones delivered with a decidedly British accent.
“Far be it for me to offer advice when you’ve not even offered your name and designation,” the haughty tones dripped with ice, “but may I suggest you should never judge a book by its cover. As you pointed out our evening plans have been interrupted so our attire should be excused. But then,” dark eyes reflected the scorn in the man’s tone, “I imagine it’s been some time since you’ve bothered to pick up a book of any kind so perhaps you’re unfamiliar with the cover analogy.”
Dakar bristled under the insult and his wolf growled in his head. “Now look here,” he snapped, “I….”
“Don’t let them bother you, Brock, you know it will only give you heartburn.” The boy toy hurried past the three men, walking straight up to the body before curling his legs so he ended up sitting cross legged on the ground beside the head. To Dakar’s shock the young man caressed the blood splattered hair before closing his eyes.
“What the hell?” Dakar shared a look with his partner before turning to the one called Brock. “Look Necromancer, I get its late and you aren’t the only one who got cock-blocked by this murder but get your pet away from our crime scene. He’s contaminating evidence.”
Dakar admitted, to himself at least, the boy toy was definitely worth spending fifteen minutes with. His mass of curls shone like a sinful halo under the harsh police lights, his slender face crafted by an angel. His lips were dark pink and full enough to stretch delightfully around his hardening cock. The club clothes the boy wore highlighted an ass taut enough to bounce a roll of quarters on and he had a lightly defined torso any twink would be proud to show off. But the boy’s innocent air would have stopped Dakar from approaching him if the circumstances of their meeting had been any different.
“Detective,” Brock’s lips curled, and the brimstone edge of his scent increased. “I would appreciate it if you would stop eying that young man as though he was your last meal. That man you callously insulted suggesting he was both my boy toy and my pet is the Pedace County Necromancer, Prince Sebastian York of the York clan; only heir to the York fortune and the strongest and most able man of his craft in the America’s.”
Just dig my grave and leave me in it. Dakar’s cheeks heated as he stumbled for something to say. “And you are?” He managed when his brain finally hit the right gear.
“I’m Brock, Prince York’s butler,” Brock announced as if he was the President.
Falling back on the bed, he brought Sy with him, finally wrenching his mouth free when breathing became paramount. “Tell me you want this,” he growled around his fangs.
“I do,” Sy panted. His flushed lips were puffy and slick with Dakar’s saliva and his nostrils flared as though he struggled to breathe. “I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. These last three days have played hell with every part of my being. You have to help me, I don’t know what to do, but I want to be your mate, I promise I do.”
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Wasting no time, Dakar rolled them over, pushing Sy’s shirt up to his chin as he nuzzled the soft skin of his mate’s belly. Sy wasn’t ripped like most of the partners he went for, but Dakar hadn’t realized what he’d been missing. The softness, the smell that permeated Sy’s skin, the leaking hardness in Sy’s pants all filled Dakar with emotions he wasn’t used to either. So, he focused on the one he knew best – lust.
The smell of precome assaulted his nose as Dakar tugged at Sy’s zipper. From the damp spot on Sy’s boxers, his mate wasn’t going to last long enough for Dakar to do what he had to do. I hope he’s got a good recovery period. But of course, all of that was moot. This was their claiming. In a matter of mere minutes, they would be as one no matter when Sy got his orgasm. Dragging the pants and boxers down lean legs Dakar buried his nose in the dark curls that framed Sy’s dick.
“Yum,” he grinned up at Sy’s shocked expression before licking along the length he’d exposed. “I love a good-sized cock in my mouth.”
“Yeah, well, get used to that one, because you’re not having anyone else’s.” Sy’s voice turned into a wail as Dakar sucked the mushroomed head, his mouth filling with spunk almost instantly. He wanted to chuckle; not an easy thing to do with his mouth full, but he sensed Sy’s embarrassment and just swallowed before licking his mate’s length clean.
“Delicious,” he said, sitting up and licking his lips. “Please tell me you have lube.”
Sy muttered something into the pillow he was clinging to.
“What was that?”
“I’m already ready, you know, down there.” Sy waved his hands at his hips.
This I’ve got to see for myself. Torn between the needs of his gut that thought his throat had been cut and the pressure in his balls, Dakar flipped Sy’s legs over his shoulders, his hands running down lightly furred thighs until his hands cupped Sy’s butt cheeks. Keeping a close eye on Sy’s serious but flushed face, he gently pushed a questing finger in the deep grove, closing his eyes as he felt dampness on his first swipe.
“You, my sweet, have hidden depths,” Dakar said as he forced his eyes open. “I plan on spending the rest of my life learning all there is to know about you.”
Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams. Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips.
When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate. Lisa will do anything for chocolate.
Lisa loves to hear from her readers and other writers.
Hello everyone! Well, I started another book in the attempts at getting back into the swing of things. So, for your enjoyment here is a sampling of Markey's Last Chance!
Markey's Last Chance
Undines of the Pacific 1
“Welcome back, Markey.”
Glancing to the surrounding rocks, Markey nodded to the tall woman standing at the base of a set of stairs leading up from the beach to the lighthouse above. Red hair, green eyes, and a rounded belly stood out the most about her. “Hello, Freja.”
“Come on.” Freja motioned for him to follow her back up the steep steps. “Let’s get you dried up and on your way. Oscar’s out fixing a boat motor at this time, but he’ll be back for dinner, and tomorrow he’ll take you around town.”
A part of Markey hated that his elder sister was so comfortable and happy on land, even while her stomach was swollen with her third child. She’d found Oscar on her first trip to land, and she hadn’t returned to their home beneath the waves since. Sure, she sent her young to them to be raised and cared for properly, but it wasn’t the same. Yes Oscar was irritated when he leaned his children would be sent away immediately, but when he realized they were born with gills, needing water to survive, he relented.
“Oscar can’t wait to hear about how Alex and Storm are doing. I keep telling him they’re fine, we’ve received all the seashells they’ve sent, but he still wants to hear someone else tell him that.”
At least Markey wouldn’t have to worry about this part of a relationship with a human man. Undine men and human men were the same in that aspect, they couldn’t have children. Thank Neptune! Like undine women though, undine men required the same connection with human men if they were to obtain a full soul and live happily. For that reason they came to land in search of a husband, but not just any human man would do. No, it had to be the one connected to them by the red string of fate.
Markey looked at his left hand and the red transparent ring glowing around it. When he’d first started this part of his life the ring had been bright and solid. Now, it was like the dying light of an eclipsing sun. Soon there would be nothing left of his string, and Markey would wonder the oceans alone.
“You’ll find him.” Freja set her hand on Markey’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “No one in our family has ever failed to find their match.”
“First time for everything,” Markey mumbled.
He brushed off his sister’s hand and continued up the steps. He didn’t care about finding his match anymore. He just wanted this to be over. Disappointment and heartache were a cold, hard substance to swallow. He’d done it four times now. At least after this year he wouldn’t have to feel it anymore. He wouldn’t feel anything, actually. Markey couldn’t wait for that moment to come.
Coming to the top of the stairs, Markey’s eyes rested on the lighthouse his sister maintained. She also used it as a boarding home for undines looking for their human matches. Oscar ran a boat mechanic shop nearby, and also helped out with the lighthouse. While Freja was pregnant Oscar did all the shopping allowing her to stay inside with the excuse of her being ill, again.
“So, where do you want to start first?” Freja asked and walked around Markey to the house attached to the lighthouse itself. “Job hunting or husband hunting?”
“Job hunting,” Markey answered, following her in.
“There are a few places in town that are hiring, though I think Josh’s Fish Fry might be your best bet,” Freja explained as she handed him a towel resting on a stool by the door. “You know seafood better than any human, and it’s a restaurant, so plenty of chances to look around.”
Markey wasn’t going to explain that he was just looking for a job to pass the time, not because he wanted to find his match. Again, he found himself looking at his pinky and the dimming red ring sitting there. The day it vanished was the day he could finally move on in his life.
“You know where you room is,” Freja indicated a set of stairs leading up to the second level of the house. “Your clothes are still up there. Take a warm shower and get some rest. If you want dinner, it’ll be ready in two hours.”
Thanking her, he ambled up the staircase and into his room. It didn’t look like anything had changed since he’d left last fall. Except, he knew things had. Markey was no longer the hopeful boy he was in the previous years. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull up a shred of longing for what so many other undines had found before him. A complete soul and true love.
Tossing the damp towel aside, he stepped into the attached bath—one he shared with his neighbor whoever that was this year—and turned on the shower. At least Freja was right about him needing the hot shower. His bones were already starting to feel the chill. To think he could swim in the coldest waters in the oceans, and yet just being on land and in the wind for less than twenty minutes made him shiver. Human bodies were baffling!
As he washed, his fingers lingered on the smooth skin of his neck. Usually his gills were located there, making the area raised and a bit rough to the touch. His entire body was transformed in this state. His skin, having more of a shark like quality to it when he was in the water, but with the same color as humans, was now smooth and so easily broken. Two legs, flimsy weak things, took the place of his powerful dark blue tail. Even his hands were different, lacking the webbing they usually had to help him swim.
The only things that didn’t change with the transformation were his hair color and eyes. Auburn hair and stormy grey eyes made him stand out amongst his siblings, but he hadn’t cared. Until recently, Markey had always thought himself lucky to be born with such striking features. Now, he felt cursed by them. As attractive as he was, he still couldn’t find the one human that would truly appreciate him.
Oh, men liked his looks. Markey couldn’t count the number of offers he’d gotten. It didn’t matter how many men sought his companionship though. If they weren’t the one, it was just pointless sex.
With his depression growing, Markey got out of the shower, dried off, and slid into bed. Maybe a short nap would help lift his spirits? He doubted it, but it was worth a shot all the same.
* * * *
Fog clung to the seaside town of Sedna, Oregon even as the sun rose to its zenith. It was a cold, dismal spring day, but nothing the locals weren’t already accustomed to. Markey pulled his coat closer to him as he got out of Oscar’s truck and looked at the sign above the small dock side restaurant. Its white paint could use a touch up, along with the greying blue trim. Josh’s Fish Fry was painted in bold letters across the front of the building, with a fish on a hook and line at the end of it. Seemed he also had a tackle shop attached to the building. A sign reading “Now Hiring” in bold letters hung in the restaurant half’s window.
“Ready?” Oscar asked before slamming the truck door and walking around the hood. “Josh is an old friend of mine, and I’ve already spoken to him about you.”
“Thank you.” Markey fought to keep the irritation from his voice as he followed his brother-in-law into the establishment. At least the inside didn’t look as shabby as the outside.
“Hey, Bethany, where’s Josh?” Oscar shouted to a woman hurrying across the floor with a try full of food.
“In the back,” she hollered back. The place might not be shabby, but it was sure as shit loud! With the kind of business this place was obviously doing, Markey wondered why the owner couldn’t afford to pain the outside.
Oscar led the way to the back and Markey found himself rubbing at his finger the further they went inward. It was like a warmth radiating around his little finger. Frowning, he looked down—half expecting to see he’d been bitten by something—only to gape. The once faded red ring was bright and there was even a string leading off of it.
“Oscar.” Markey stopped his brother-in-law from advancing another step.
He knew Oscar couldn’t see the string, but he didn’t care. He still held up his hand and smiled like a fool. He’d thought this year would just pass in disappointment, that he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. Seemed fate hadn’t abandoned him.
“He’s here,” Markey said.
“Oh, hey Josh.” Markey turned to his right and felt his jaw go slack. The red string was connected to the owner of this restaurant?
This week we are revisiting Noelle Rahn-Johnson's books Returning for Ryder and Taking a Chance!
Returning for Ryder:
the Returning Series 1
Ryder and his brother, Chance, grew up next door to Flynn. Ryder being the youngest of the three boys, followed Flynn and Chance wherever they would go. Things change for Ryder when Chance and Flynn graduate from high school and Flynn takes off. Though Chance and Flynn are still friends, Ryder finds himself the third man out when his brother doesn’t share anything on what Flynn has been up to.
The once close friendship the three shared is placed to the side as Ryder pushes on with his life. Well, until his graduation from college celebration when his childhood friend returns as a tall, muscular, tattooed man who has Ryder shuttering in all that is Flynn.
Flynn may have had a good reason to leave his hometown in the first place, but didn’t make his time away any easier. After being away for years, Flynn flies home for several reasons: one, to take care of his dad and help run the family business and two, the most important reason of all.
Richard- My life since my wife left me, I’ve been existing, for just one thing. I was just drifting from one day to the next. Until I met him. Now, I want to share my life, my love…and my secret… So, I’m Taking a Chance.
Chance- I’m a floater, a free-spirit. I don’t commit myself to one person. Until I met him. Now, I want to share my life, my love…until I find out his secret… Can I accept it and move forward, or am I destined to be alone?
Noelle currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband, their four children, two dogs, a few pet rats, a handful of goldfish, and a very spoiled cat. She spends most of her days puttering away on the keyboard with a breathtaking view of a lake in her backyard as a source of tranquil inspiration. Her and her husband were high school sweethearts, and celebrated their 25th year of wedded bliss in August of 2017. She enjoys fishing, reading, shopping, writing, and spending time with her family.
Noelle's writing career debuted as an indie author publishing her 'In Pieces', Book One, in the "Pieces Trilogy", a heterosexual contemporary romance. She also has released book 2, 'Shattered Pieces' and book 3 'Broken Pieces'. She published In Pieces in 2015.
The she wrote her first m/m romance, 'Returning for Ryder', in September 2016 with a publisher. Originally intended as a standalone novel, it seems Noelle's fans had other ideas and she penned a second, called 'Taking a Chance' and a third, 'Keelin's Return'- in what is now to become 'The Returning Series'. She is no longer signed with this publisher and has now independently publishing this book and the rest of this series.
Naughty Night Press LLC signed Noelle for her MF Shifter Paranormal Romance, 'Remote in the Shadows', released in April of 2017. And released her YA/college love triangle themed new book, 'Lies' in January, 2018.
Noelle not only thrives on her love of writing, weaving worlds full of passion and romance for her readers to crawl into, but also the excitement of her readers when they know she's getting close to another release date. She plans to release many more books in the coming years for their enjoyment.
Be warned, no matter the genre of her work, Noelle's books will all contain explicit language and smexy romance scenes! 18+ audiences only!
Mondays: Free post days where I post about anything I feel like talking about. Wednesdays: WIP Wednesdays where I post articles about my current works in progress and share a small snippet from one of them. Fridays: Author Spotlights. I share an author and spotlight their work!