New Years Post from Natalie Acres

Screw Me Sideways~Clink One, a Cowboy Sex Trilogy 

Kellan Andrews and Reason Richards aren’t ordinary bartenders but they do a good job pretending they are. Operatives who will protect anyone who needs protection, the sexy Doms didn’t plan to fall in love with a beautiful young woman looking to learn the ropes in a fetish club.

Jade Summers wants experience but she isn’t necessarily interested in taking center stage but that’s where she lands. To add to her troubles, Reason and Kellan are suspicious about her past and pressing for answers. They want to know why she’s untouched and why she befriended a young woman who is marked for death.  

When Jade admits she’s ex-Amish, Kellan and Reason discover her big secret isn’t necessarily a dangerous one. Jade is running from a past she can’t leave behind but drawn to a lifestyle she doesn’t quite understand. Still, the future holds promise when Kellan and Reason welcome her into their lives and lead her straight to their beds.

“Come here,” he rasped, draping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him.

The impact of his body against hers made her gasp and she nearly choked on her next drawn breath. Now he was the man in charge, the one who determined which body part would mash against her. As it happened, his cock nestled against her bottom.

“Everything will be okay, Jade,” he whispered, flattening his hand against her stomach.

Thank goodness she hadn’t removed her plush robe. Thank God he hadn’t shucked his jeans.

Certain his cock had twitched, she cleared her throat and asked, “You expect me to sleep like this?”

He didn’t answer her right away and that made her antsy. She was even more aware of him then than in the seconds leading up to her question. The way his breath came in spurts, the way he fastened his arm around her.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Perhaps he was fighting a same or similar inner debate. She wondered which side was winning—to pursue or abandon the chase?

Before she did something foolish like perhaps suggest one of them should sleep upstairs, his hot breath was at her ear. “Take the robe off, Jade.”

“What? Why?” She flipped over and stared up at him. Perhaps now would be the ideal time to tell him more about her past. Not that he’d asked, but maybe he would understand more about her if she just blurted out something like, I’m from Dutch Country. There, women remain virgins until they’re married. They teach their daughters about the importance of offering their husbands a pure woman on their wedding night.

They certainly didn’t have gingerroot in their freezer along with a frozen sex toy.

“I didn’t stutter.” His expression carried the markings of one willful male. His eyes were dark and his jaw, tight. He’d made up his mind how things would soon play out between them and a woman knew better than to test and try a man like Kellan.

“I’m not comfortable.”

“Which is why I want you to take off the robe.”

Thanks to the light in the hallway, she easily detected the glimmer in his eyes, the way he watched her. She could hardly ignore the determination stamped upon his face.

“Stand up.”

“I thought—”

“Stand up, Jade.” Kellan rolled toward her, cupping the back of his head. He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t look the least bit amused.

Was this the kind of man a woman could expect to find at Clink? Was Kellan the kind of Dom who liked a submissive woman, one he was certain he could train? She knew the answers there.

Not necessarily afraid to cross him, but definitely in a different mindset than she might have been if they hadn’t already gone through the last twelve hours together, Jade slowly stood. As soon as she was on her feet, he fingered the sash at her waist. He taunted her with his touch, sliding the pads of his fingers up and down the material. When he finally gave it a sudden yank, the robe parted down the middle and he dropped his hand.

He was waiting for her to do the rest.

Screw Me Sideways (MFM) - BookStrand | Bestselling Erotic Romance eBooks 

Spotlight on 2015 Releases: Heap of Trouble by Natalie Acres

One wrong turn in life lands Heather Powers in the heart of danger. Recognizing an opportunity to break free of captivity, she sends out an urgent cry for help. Soon, Trouble’s founding fathers are gathering round in hopes of saving one of their own, but the clock is ticking as they sneak up on Heather’s captors in a creepy forest.

Attempting to pull Heather out of a bad situation, Curt Caldwell, Justin Dare, and Gabe Reynolds uncover an evil family with a deadly agenda. Desperate to save an innocent victim, Trouble’s men march straight into the heart of spine-chilling danger. Soon, they’re forced to face off with the occult and a haunting wickedness far more sinister than anyone could ever imagine. The stakes are high as these men risk everything for love, including the very safe haven they affectionately call their home.   

Excerpt: 

A few minutes later, the cracking and popping of twigs under boots filled the area. About halfway up a steep incline, Harley apparently decided it was time to brave the task of asking the difficult questions. “How long have you known Heather?”

Gabe sniffed, trying to ward off a smile. It was hard to think about the first time they’d met without grinning. “A little over four years.”

“Did you guys date or—”

“Definitely an or,” Gabe replied, stepping over a log and searching the hillside for any sign of movement. “We never really had an opportunity to start anything. Her parents and brother made sure of that.”

“I’m surprised you and Bradley are on speaking terms then.”

“It’s a long story.”

“What happened?”

“It’s what didn’t happen that haunts me.”

“Then what didn’t happen?” Harley stopped walking and shot him a grin. “We have a hike ahead of us. Might as well tell me a daytime story.”

“Okay.” Gabe laughed. “Once upon a time, there was a vixen modeling a bikini and stilettos at a local fashion show…” He deliberately let his voice trail. “She was seventeen.”

“And?”

“And she was seventeen. I found out before anything happened between us, and that’s it. The end.”

Harley stuck his finger in the air. “So wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You’re carrying a torch for a gal—a young woman who is Bradley’s sister I might add—and you’ve never so much as kissed her?”

“That’s right,” Gabe said, ducking under a low branch and traipsing ahead.

“That’s just fuckin’ wrong, man.” Harley caught up to him.

“What’s wrong about it?”

“She was like a daydream. You never had her?”

“No, Harley. Never.”

“And you’ve been hung up on her for the last four years?”

“Yep.” Gabe realized how lame he sounded. “Might as well say it. Everyone else has. I’ve spent my prime waiting on a woman.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Gabe said, grinning. “You’re the man who shares a woman with a whole team of players.”

“Now that’s definitely wrong,” Harley said.

“And true.”

Harley laughed. “Don’t knock it, man. You’ll see. It’s not a bad situation for the guys on the team.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I know.” He looked all lovesick then and pulled out his phone. After looking through pictures, all of them decent from what Gabe could tell, he returned his cell to his pocket.

“Got it bad for her, do you?”

“Yes I do,” Harley admitted.

“And how’s sharing work out for you?”

“Ah so you’re curious. Must mean you already know what the future holds.”

“The only thing my future holds is Heather. Now if that comes as a package deal, I’ll peek inside the box and take a look then, but I’m hoping it doesn’t.”

“Based on what I know?” Harley paused. “It might.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” Gabe asked.

“You know, or at least suspect. You just don’t want to believe it’s true.”

“Justin and Curt.”

“Yep,” Harley replied, taking longer strides as the terrain shifted and seemed more uneven.

“Hang on.” Gabe threw his arm sideways and stopped Harley. “How long have we been out here?”

Harley shrugged. “Fifteen, twenty minutes since we pulled on Vance land.”

“And we haven’t encountered the first bit of opposition?” Gabe searched the land to his left and right. In the distance, he spotted Allister and Draegan, wearing their ridiculous hunting camouflage. He shifted his gaze to Harley, also dressed in camo. “I meant to ask. What’s up with your taste in fashion?”

“Blending in?”

“Planning to pass yourselves off as hunters, are you?”

“If we’re stopped, it’s worth a try.”

“I guess,” Gabe muttered, still bothered by the calm. “Locals around here claim this is the devil’s playground. Don’t you think it’s strange that we’re not hearing or seeing anything?”

“Shit. I forgot to tell you. Satan naps from two to four.”

“I’m serious here, Harley.”

“Me too.” Harley passed him again.

A loud boom resounded in the distance. Gabe grabbed his arm once more. “Hold up.”

“What is it?”

“Did you hear that?”

Buy from Bookstrand:  http://www.bookstrand.com/series/4488


Buy from Amazon Heap of Trouble [Trouble, Tennessee 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

Coming to Siren-Bookstrand on May 18th! Cowboy Sex is back with Patience McKay

Patience McKay and Clink’s bouncer Baron Shanks have a strong chemistry that they’ve seemingly ignored. When a threat against the Cartwells and McKays strikes too close to home, Baron tells Patience’s boyfriends to make room in her bed for one more.

Mark and Spenser McCoy aren’t blinded by love. They’re living out their country music dreams while Patience stays home managing a thriving fetish club business. When Baron professes his love for Patience, it comes as no surprise. The McCoys are relieved to know Patience has embraced someone who will keep her safe.

Before Patience and her men can enjoy their new relationship, they must find a way to keep everyone they love out of harm’s way. Soon, Baron cuts a deal with a mob boss bent on revenge and uncovers a shocking revelation about his past. Will his discovery help the Cartwells and McKays protect their families or move them closer to those who are determined to destroy them?

http://www.bookstrand.com/sex-fest

Pre-Order Sexual Frustration Today and Save 10% at Siren-Bookstrand

Pre-Order Now and Save 10% 

Alberto Baldini’s youngest daughter Norina is the apple of his eye and has somehow caught the attention of the mob boss he owes. Realizing Nory will soon be in danger, Alberto offers his daughter Gemma as a trade, but Gemma’s Alpha male boyfriends are ready and able to protect her at any cost.

The McDowell brothers are known for their dealings in moonshine and illegal drugs, but Scott and Chad are ready to leave behind their lives of crime. When Kane Cartwell sends Stealth Wales to Erwin to guard Gemma, they’re surprised to find Gemma is interested in someone else.

To make matters worse, Gemma turns to the Blazier brothers after an unexpected intruder at the Baldini home. And when she begins to show the Blaziers and Mr. Wales a little too much attention, the McDowell brothers are forced to ante up and play it straight with the woman who stole away with their hearts.

Click here and visit Siren-Bookstrand to read excerpts 

New from Siren-Bookstrand: Sexual Healing by Natalie Acres

*Adult Excerpt* 

“Lord, have mercy!” Brianna forced her chest forward and arched in Handsome’s muscular arms.

“That’s it, pretty woman. Get wild with me.” He buried his lips in her cleavage and nuzzled her breasts as his repetitive stroking gained momentum.

Thrust for thrust, she matched him, lost in the impeccable feeling of a hard screw, a real nice fuck. Handsome’s rigid cock was large enough to shatter a good girl’s dreams, but no one had ever mistakenly called Brianna out as a good girl. When she’d spotted Handsome in that mountainside bar, she’d known precisely what her flirting would earn her. So far, Handsome hadn’t disappointed.

Stroke. After stroke. After stroke. He delivered sweet-pounding excitement, the kind that would serve as a good reminder day after tomorrow.

Brianna brushed her clit against his groin, beckoning him to move closer, fuck deeper. Her breath caught as she felt him stiffen inside her. She leaned way back, loving the wicked and throaty laugh escaping his lips.

“Good God, woman, you’re a wildcat.” He grabbed hold of her hips, jerked her forward, and thrust inside her walls, shoving his cock still higher.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, cowboy,” she drawled, playing the game. She didn’t want to win, of course, but it was nice to think she might be a contender if she happened to decide she wanted to keep the prize.

In a matter of minutes, Brianna and Handsome were grinding out that old familiar rhythm. He flipped her over, staying locked inside her pussy as their positions changed.

Back on bottom, Brianna locked her legs around Handsome’s waist and enjoyed the hell out of him. No one could accuse this cowboy of being lame in bed. He had all the right moves and the good looks to carry him through each and every one. Tall, dark, and definitely wearing his name well, Handsome was cut like a well-trained man-stud with shapely pecs and abs, a great ass, and a pretty face to boot.

Brianna couldn’t believe her good fortune. That is, until Handsome took on a much different persona. His dark, hooded eyes became as heavy as hovering clouds. Even worse, they were as cold and murky as a dirty pond in the middle of winter and every bit as ugly. As his body jerked with his release, he locked his hands around her neck until she couldn’t breathe, let alone scream!

http://www.bookstrand.com/sexual-healing-acres 

Spotlight on Tara Rose and Seducing Carma

I'm thrilled to welcome fellow author Tara Rose to my house today. Ménage readers will fall in love with Tara’s work and her new book, Seducing Carma.

Welcome Tara!

Blaine, Pianos, and Sex On The Bench

In SEDUCING CARMA, Passion Peak Colorado 1, hero Blaine Peterson is a piano player, and during an evening at his condo with heroine Carma Mandanici and the other hero in Seducing Carma, Mateo Alvarado, Blaine plays part of a Mozart Concerto for Carma. What follows is a hot ménage sex scene, part of which is highlighted below. But for now, I though it would be fun to further explore this concerto.

The Piano Concerto No. 17 in G major by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was written in 1784. According to the date that the composer himself noted on the score, the concerto was completed on April 12, 1784.

The work is orchestrated for solo piano, flute, two oboes, two bassoons, two horns, and strings. As is typical with concertos, it is in three movements: Allegro, Andante in C major, and Allegretto – Presto.

The date of the premiere is uncertain. In one view, the work is said to have been premiered by Mozart's student, Barbara Ployer, on June 13, 1784 at a concert to which Mozart had invited Giovanni Paisiello to hear both her and his new compositions, including also his recently-written Quintet in E flat for Piano and Winds. Afterwards, Ployer was joined by Mozart in a performance of the Sonata for Two Pianos.

Another possibility is that Mozart did not wait over two months to premiere the work, but performed it in his concert with Regina Strinasacchi on 29 April 1784 at the Kärntnertortheater. As a general consensus for researchers, it can be said with relative certainty that the work premiered during the mid-to-late spring of 1784, following its completion.

BLURB for SEDUCING CARMA

Carma Mandanici is forced to confront her abusive past when an uncle she barely knows leaves her a large amount of money. She seeks comfort in the arms of longtime crush, Mateo Alvarado.

Mateo is more than happy to help Carma start to heal from her past, as well as explore her BDSM fantasies. But Mateo has a tragedy in his own past that he must confront before he can become a Dom to Carma, or allow himself to fall in love with her.

Blaine Peterson and Mateo have been friends since they met as freshmen in college. Blaine left behind a secret that involves his ex-submissive when he moved to Passion Peak to take a lucrative job and start over. He’s falling in love with Carma, right along with Mateo. But when his secret catches up with him, he might lose both his friendship with Mateo, and the one woman he can’t live without.

ADULT EXCERPT FROM SEDUCING CARMA

She smiled and turned toward Mateo. “You two both play a musical instrument. Why didn’t I know that before now?”

“Has Mateo played his sax for you?”

“Yes. He’s wonderful.”

“Well,” said Blaine, flexing his fingers and walking toward the piano. “Then allow me to dazzle you with my talent as well.”

Mateo snorted. “He’s not that good.”

“Yes I am,” said Blaine, running his hands over the keys. “But she already knows that.” The quick wink he gave her sent a shiver down Carma’s spine.

“Oh, so I get to compare you two now? I like that.”

Mateo’s grin and the smoldering look in his eyes sent her mind racing toward erotic thoughts. “Watch it, sub.” He moved toward her as Blaine began to play.

“That’s pretty,” she said. “What is it?”

“It’s from Mozart’s Piano Concerto in G Major.”

“Show off,” said Mateo, under his breath.

Carma giggled. “You sound jealous, Mateo.”

Mateo snuggled up behind Carma and cradled her in his arms, sending a thrill through her. “I told you to watch it. You’re being a brat tonight.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Carma had to bite the inside of her cheek both not to laugh, and then not to groan out loud as Mateo rubbed his impressive erection against the crack of her ass. Blaine’s fingers moved over the keys, and the beautiful strains of the music filled her soul, chasing away the last of her cares.

He nuzzled her neck. “Are you really, Carma? Or are you just trying to earn another spanking?”

“I think it’s a bit of both,” said Blaine.

Mateo kissed her neck again and Carma sighed out loud, melting into his embrace. “Is that true?”

“You’ve both discovered my secret.”

“I’m betting we could spend months with you and still not discover all your secrets.”

He brushed the fingers of one hand over her left breast, and Carma couldn’t help but moan. Blaine glanced at them for a second, his gaze full of lust and mischief, but he kept playing.

When Mateo cupped her breast through the dress, she sucked in a sharp breath as he teased her nipple. The touch sent electric jolts down to her throbbing clit and soaking wet pussy. Mateo took his arms from around her and unzipped the dress. Carma’s gaze flitted to the open windows facing the mountains, and Blaine must have caught the hesitation on her face and in her gesture.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his fingers still moving over the keys. “No one is close enough to see inside here. They’d have to be hiding in those trees with high-powered binoculars.”

The humor in his voice made her feel foolish for wondering, but when Mateo slipped the dress over her shoulders and down her arms, the foolishness melted away and all she felt was horny as hell for these smoking-hot men.

The music filled her mind, playing with her emotions and conjuring up images of naked, sweaty, twisting bodies, writhing on this floor in front of the piano. Should she suggest they simply stay in here, or should she confess her earlier fantasy of making love outside, under the stars and in view of the mountains?

Mateo let the dress fall. “Step out of it, Carma.” She couldn’t disobey. His voice had taken on that commanding tone again, and she was powerless to ignore it. She didn’t want to resist him. Her entire body ached for his caress, and she was compelled to do whatever he asked of her.

She stepped out of it and handed it to him. He draped it over a chair and then he moved her closer still to the piano. Carma could feel the vibration from the music in the floor, and it thrummed throughout her body now, filling her with emotion and longing she could barely hang a label on.

Blaine kept playing, but now his eyes were on her instead of the piano keys as Mateo unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She could feel his body heat behind her, and she knew if she turned around and glanced into his eyes she’d see the same desire in them that shone from Blaine’s.

When Mateo took off her bra, Blaine’s gaze traveled over her breasts, and the raw animal lust in his eyes forced a moan from her. Her entire body trembled now as Mateo slid off her soaking wet panties and lifted one foot then the other until she’d stepped out of them. Then she slipped off her sandals.

“Fucking useless panties,” he muttered. “They’re so damn wet.”

“I can’t help it,” said Carma. “You both do that to me.”

Find Tara Rose on the web:

-- 
http://www.tararoseromanceauthor.com/

Spotlight on Julie Shelton and Loving Sarah

Today, I'd like to welcome fellow author Julie Shelton. Julie stopped by to tell us about Loving Sarah, her new Siren-Bookstrand novel.




Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—bound, naked, and kneeling before him.



Sarah has never forgotten Jesse, the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she warily agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of BDSM. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces the challenge of submitting to two powerful, Dominant men.


But Sarah has an even bigger challenge. A stalker. Someone from her past, determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness. Can Adam and Jesse love and protect her? Or will her world explode in betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?


Excerpt:

His lips quirked in a smile. “How about the collar?”

The collar. Her hand lifted to touch the place where it had encircled her throat. “It made me feel…I don’t know…safe. Protected in a way I’ve never felt before. Like, as long as I was wearing it, nothing could ever harm me. I felt beautiful. Honored to be chosen by you. As if I truly did belong to you.”

“You truly do belong to me,” he reminded her. “And, trust me, sugar, the honor is all mine. A collar is a symbol of the unique bond between Dom and sub. I had that one made especially for you, but it’s only temporary. Just a trainin’ collar. Eventually, I want to design a permanent collar for you—a gold or platinum necklace that you would never take off. I’d like to present it to you at a formal Collarin’ Ceremony, where I accept you as my sub, and you accept me as your Dom.”

She was quiet for several minutes, trying to picture such a thing, hardly daring to think the word that was forming in her mind. “You mean, like—a wedding?”

Whoa! Did she actually say the W word?


Jesse held his breath, waiting for his body to break out in a cold sweat. Even as little as a week ago, the word wedding would have filled him with panic. But now…In a blinding flash of revelation, he realized that, as much as she belonged to him, he belonged equally to her. She had crawled into his heart and stolen his soul. She lit the darkness within him and chased all his shadows away.

And he realized something else. Something so searing it closed his throat and stung his eyes. He never wanted to live without her. She made his heart complete. And he would do whatever it took in order to keep her with him for the rest of their lives.

Burying his face against the nape of her neck, he pressed a kiss to the damp silk of her skin.

She knew he was struggling, but she wasn’t going to settle for less than she herself was willing to give. She wanted him. But she wanted all of him. Heart hammering in her breast at the chance she was taking, she drew back, lifting both hands to frame his face. Looking him square in the eye, she asked, “Are you asking me to marry you, Jesse?”

He cleared his throat. “I—”

“Do you love me, Jesse?”

“I don’t know, Sarah.” Anguish twisted his features, roughening his voice, making it sound…rusty. As if it had been left too long out in the rain. He shook his head. Honesty, remember? “I don’t know what love is. What I do know is that I want to cherish you, protect you, spend the rest of my life with you. I know you’re afraid that this is just about sex, but, trust me, this is wa-a-a-ay more than just sex. You are the very air that I breathe. I need you, sugar, not just for sex or companionship, but for my very existence.”

He swallowed hard, lifting his hand to caress the side of her face. “You make me whole, sugar. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you. I don’t know what you call that, but I don’t think it’s love. What I feel for you is so much deeper than that. It goes all the way to my soul.”

She held herself very still, hardly daring to breathe as hope blossomed inside her. Hope that illuminated the shadows in her soul and led her out into the healing sunlight. Jesse Colter was not the boy next door. In fact, he was as close to being the boy next door as the Terminator was to being Ward Cleaver. And that’s precisely what made him the man for her. A man she needed as much as he apparently needed her. Not just, as he said, for sex or companionship. But for her very existence.

“Jesse…” Lifting her hand, she touched his cheek reverently. “Those feelings you just described? That’s love, sweetheart. True, deep, abiding love. The rare kind of love that builds and grows over a lifetime.”

His eyes narrowed. He looked at her appraisingly, one black eyebrow raised. “So, what’re you tellin’ me? That this heart-stoppin’, soul-destroyin’, all-consumin’, I’m-gonna-die-without-you feelin’…?”

She laughed as pure joy exploded inside her, making her feel as though she were flying. “Is love, Jesse. The Happily-Ever-After kind of love. The kind of love I’ve felt for you since I was thirteen years old.”

He stared at her, his eyes flickering with the stunning power of her revelation. The love he saw in her eyes leveled him. It soaked into his battered soul like spring rain soaking into parched winter earth. Threading his fingers through the silk of her hair, he cupped the nape of her neck. He drew a ragged breath deep into his lungs. “Then I do love you, Sarah Madeleine Marshall,” he said hoarsely. “I love you to the bottom of my heart and soul. And yes, I am askin’ you to marry me.”

“Don’t you think this is a bit sudden?” she teased. “A proposal after only one date?”

“Not after only one date,” he corrected as he moved his big body to roll her over onto her back. “After eight long, excruciatin’ly lonely years.”

“And the date’s not even over yet,” she continued as if he hadn‘t spoken. “That has to be some kind of new world record.”

“I’ll check with the Guinness people first thing in the mornin’,” he promised, spreading her thighs wide as he came up onto his knees between them. He rose over her, a roguish grin on his face. Placing his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, he braced himself above her, never taking his eyes off hers. His black gaze drilled into her as he flexed his hips, notching the head of his cock just inside her entrance, preparing to penetrate her. “So, is that a yes I hear?” he prompted.
Julie's book is available now at Siren-Bookstrand

Spotlight on Author Gale Stanley and Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer

I'm pleased to welcome fellow author Gale Stanley today. Another favorite author on my buy-now list, Gale is stopping by to tell us about her latest release, Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer, available now at Siren-Bookstrand. Gale has a giveaway, too, so be sure to leave a comment!


Hi everyone!


First I want to thank Destiny for letting me stop by to celebrate my new release - Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer.


Symbi-whatsis??

I get asked that a lot. And a few years ago I wouldn't have known the answer. Then I read an article in National Geographic and the word jumped out at me. The definition of symbiosis is "a mutually beneficial relationship involving close physical contact between two organisms that aren't the same species." It can happen between animals, plants, and fungi. Each organism contributes something that benefits the survival of the other.

Learning about this biological interaction put all kinds of ideas into my head.

My different species are vampires and werewolves—hot alpha predators dependent on each other for their very survival. They're natural enemies who are suddenly lusting for each other's blood and bodies…

It's hard to believe that two years have passed since the first book in the series was released. A lot happened in that time and for a while the series was on hold. I’m happy to say that the revised and expanded books have found a new home at Siren-Bookstrand, and beautiful new covers by Harris Channing.

If you're not familiar with the Symbiotic Mates leave a comment and your email address for a chance to win the first two e-books in the series – Hunter and the Hawk and Peter and the Wolf. And now here's a peek at book three.

Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer

This title is offered at a 10% New Release discount. Offer ends midnight CST, June 15th.

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]

Benjamin Byrd, a lycan falconer, lives like a hermit on the outskirts of Arcadia. When Talon Crowquill, a vampire-hawk, is shot down, Ben rescues him. Then Ben is mortally wounded and Talon returns the favor. Neither man realizes they've forged a connection that can never be broken, and their only hope for survival is to become blood-mates.

Available at Bookstrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/symbiotic-mates-3-talon-and-the-falconer

EXCERPT

The full moon always did a job on Benjamin Byrd’s hormones, pheromones, and all the other moans in his lupine body. The cold gray orb pulled at him like it pulled at the ocean tides. It made him do crazy things. Things he wouldn’t normally do. Like go to the Wolf Den.

Ben lived like a lone wolf, but once a month the craving for companionship—spelled S.E.X.—fired up all his nerve endings, and thoughts of the pack drew him like a moth to a flame. Pack mentality was inbred in every wolf. There was no getting away from it, not when a full moon rose in the sky.

So Ben, dressed in a new pair of jeans and a clean black T-shirt, started walking toward the Wolf Den. The closer he got, the more his nerves increased. He hadn’t been back for twenty-nine days, and that visit hadn’t gone well. Harry, the plug-ugly bully, had made a pass at him, and Ben had beaten a hasty retreat. Harry was dead now, and a small part of Ben was glad he wouldn’t be running into the troublemaker tonight. For a second, Ben felt bad. A man shouldn’t think ill of the dead, especially someone who had been murdered. His regret didn’t last too long. Harry had not been a nice person.

Living so far from Arcadia, Ben was out of the loop, but bad news traveled faster than other kinds, and when a pack member was killed by one of his own, that kind of news traveled fastest of all. Hunter Black, one of the alpha’s best enforcers, had torn Harry’s throat out and run off. It was said that Hunter had been granted asylum at the Colony, home of the vampire-hawks. Ben knew Hunter, and in his opinion, if Hunter was guilty, he must have had good reason.

Ben slowed up as he approached the barn-like building that housed the Arcadia Pack’s bar and dance club. He felt eyes following his movement, but he shrugged it off as paranoia. Ben always felt conspicuous around the others.

Entering the club, Ben stood at the door for a few minutes, just looking around. Already, the place smelled of beer, testosterone, and sweat. A few men leered at him suggestively. Ignoring them, and the electronic beat of the dance music, Ben headed to the bar. A drink would go a long way to calm his nerves.

Ben looked for the bartender. Kade was on tonight. He had his back turned, and he was filling mugs with draft beer from the kegs. Suddenly, Ben was very conscious of the way Kade’s ass filled out his snug jeans. The bartender straightened and turned, flashing a sexy grin as if he knew exactly what Ben had been thinking. An unexpected and unwanted jolt of sexual awareness shot straight to Ben’s groin.

Hell, no.

Kade was one hot wolf, but he was cocky and arrogant, definitely not the type of partner Ben was looking for. The bartender intimated him. Already Ben felt his tongue tying itself into knots.

Kade set the mugs on the bar and came over to take Ben’s order. He stared at Ben’s hand on the bar. Ben’s eyes followed the direction of Kade’s gaze.

“Sharp talons,” Ben gave out a shaky laugh. “I wasn’t wearing my glove.”

Kade’s sneer of contempt and ridicule cut deeper than the talon marks on Ben’s hand. “So, what’ll it be, birdman?”

“Bud Light,” Ben replied in a voice so low, the bartender couldn’t hear him.


“What was that again, birdman?”


“Bud Light,” Ben said, a little louder this time.


“A Stud Light for the birdman,” Kade said loudly. Everyone laughed and the bartender set a bottle in front of Ben. “You spend too much time with those damn birds,” Kade spat. “You need a real man in your cage, someone who will ruffle your feathers.”

"Like you?” Ben retorted, hackles rising. He hated Kade’s condescending attitude.


“You should be so lucky,” Kade declared extravagantly.

Fuck you! Biting his lip, Ben grabbed the beer and moved away from the bar.

I shouldn’t have come.

Slipping through the pack of bodies, he made his way to a shadowy corner and leaned against the wall, trying to ape the attitude of the other wolf-shifters. It wouldn’t work. Ben had never been like the others, and no matter how much he pretended he was, everyone in the pack knew he was different. Too small. Too serious. Too much into birds.

Happy Reading!

Gale Stanley


Website: http://galestanley.net/
Blog: http://galestanley.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/galestanley

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GaleStanleyBooks

Spotlight on Author E.A. Reynolds and The Earth Schorl's Kiss

 My guest today is fellow author E.A. Reynolds. E.A. stopped by to tell us a little bit about The Earth's Schorl's Kiss, Elemental Seduction Book Two, available now at Siren-Bookstrand for pre-orders and releasing on June 4th.

The Elemental Seduction Series is about witches with extreme psychic abilities as well as magickal abilities. The series is going to be slowly written but will tell the story of three different types of witches all born from the elemental witch bloodlines but it starts out with the focus on a nexus. The first two stories are merely to establish the importance of the power base of the main alpha of that city, Rafe Windstorm. The nexus as a power center will bring Rafe together with another powerful leader in area who is an elemental point leader in another city. This leader will deal with the unseating of a leader who wishes to take over the region.

Before Rafe can form an alliance with this mystery leader his right hand man must find and protect his mate who is the stabilizer of the elemental energy in the region. That occurs in the second book of the series called The Earth Schorl’s Kiss. The Schorl is the only true mutation I mention in the series and it is meant to be a powerful one that brings together earth power with one or more elemental energies. The Schorl are usually powerful female witches, because men never survive the change. The power surge usually kills them. On the other hand, I decided to include one male in the interest of fairness. However, there will be a marked difference between the power of the male and the female Schorl who will appear in later novels.

Having said that, yes that means I will be including at least one MF love story in the series which will move away from the nexus and into the eluded to world of the weapons cartels. Old enemies will be brought together with new villains to wage a war for control of the South which Rafe will ultimately have to share with the one witch who can truly destabilize the nexus and kill not only Rafe’s mate but the Earth Schorl, the energetic stabilizer of the region.

Blurb for The Earth Schorl’s Kiss

Mallory Creed is supervisor at the Hard Line Agency with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that’s kept him a single Elemental Air witch with a reputation for being cold warrior who gets the job done, but one steamy night with a subordinate turns him into a hunted man.

   Tyler is used to living in the closet and having meaningless affairs, but one taste of Mallory has ignited a scorching hunger in him that’s transformed him from ordinary Earth witch to Elemental vampire intent on claiming his mate.

   But the death of Tyler’s uncle, the guardian of the Earth power-seat reveals Tyler as the guardian that Mallory must protect. Living in close quarters, Tyler assumes Mallory’s only interest is a quick fling while he keeps him safe.

   Then in the final stages of his transformation, Tyler’s life is on the line, and Mallory has to fight for love or lose his mate to death.

Excerpt of The Earth Schorl’s Kiss:

Staring back into Mallory’s copper-with-carnelian-flecked gaze, Tyler gave him a defiant look. He couldn’t fight it, and denying the fire between them was all but impossible.

Mallory gave him a sensual smile and moved, stroking his erection against Tyler’s, and the younger male caught his breath and arched slightly up, seeking more. Tyler needed more than the clothes between them allowed. He wanted to touch, to stroke this man and make him lose control. Mallory pressed Tyler’s hands more firmly into the carpeted floor beneath them. “You like being subdued, little sweet?” His tone was a low caress. He lowered his head and brushed his lips across Tyler’s then let a thread of amber-carnelian air kiss across his lips.

The threads of energy were soft, a gentle kiss of moist heat that went straight to his cock and got Tyler harder. Tyler moaned against his will. He felt too big for his skin. His cock ached as it pressed tightly against the zipper of his khakis.

“Damn,” he breathed, struggling for friction rather than freedom with a hint of shame. Just a kiss of air shouldn’t feel so good. The feel of the man’s fully clothed dick shouldn’t have him on the verge of begging for a kiss and coming in his pants.  But it was.

Mallory lowered his head and took a sip of Tyler’s mouth. That single sip had his mouth filling with sweet blueberry. Mallory took another sip.

“Mallory—” It was a desperate plea for a kiss and for freedom. At this point Tyler wasn’t sure which he wanted more with his body humming. He wanted them skin to skin, hot sweaty bodies grinding together in a common goal, orgasm. 

“Here, sweet.” Mallory claimed his mouth, and Tyler sighed into the kiss. Sweet blueberry with a hint of honeysuckle suffused Mallory’s mouth. Mallory deepened the kiss, growing greedier with each hint of blueberry seeping onto his tongue. He lifted his head, eyes sparking with air that all but licked over Tyler’s lips.

Tyler’s breath came out in a hard, orgasmic sound. “Fuck—”

“Yeah,” Mallory murmured softly. “I know, little boy—”

“I’m nobody’s boy,” he gritted weakly. “Get off me.”

Mallory’s smile faded though his eyes still held a bit of humor. He got up quick as a breeze and yanked Tyler to his feet by the collar of his button-down shirt. Tyler was startled and barely catching his breath when he was slammed against the wall chest first.

“You think you’re a tough guy, Tyler?” Mallory breathed against his ear after pushing his hair to one side. “Think you can kick my ass, sweetheart?”

“Damn it.” He struggled. Damn that Elemental strength. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why, baby boy?” He nipped the lobe of Tyler’s ear. “You are so sweetly tight on my cock that I can’t wait to get you back on it.”

Tyler sent out a flare of cold-fire. Usually the chill of it was enough to get rid of any attacker. Mallory laughed and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Stop it!”

Mallory nipped the back of Tyler’s neck. “Damn sexy little spitfire.”

Tyler growled in frustration, but he was hot. His skin was on fire. The blood in his veins threatened to erupt into a wildfire. Damn, he wanted, and the rougher Mallory handled him the more turned on he was becoming.

“I want to take you just like this, too, pressed against the wall, pants down around your ankles and shoes on.” He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and damn, the boy shivered. “I want you clawing at the wall as I pound your tight, tight ass and fist your cock until you come all over my hand and the wall.

“And I love how you spray me with that cold-fire when you come,” he murmured. “It makes me come even harder.”

“Mallory—” It was a breathless plea. But he liked it when the man talked this way. It was carnal and arousing.

Mallory yanked him around and pressed his back against the wall. He forced his resisting arms above his head and held him tight as copper eyes pinned him. “To afraid to admit you’re pissed off because I haven’t been around,” he crooned. “So you get pricklier than a porcupine,” he murmured, bending his knees a little to grind his erection against Tyler’s.

Tyler groaned as pleasure rocked through him, sweet and painful against his already engorged cock. His cock throbbed, and his ass clenched. Gods. His treacherous body was too ready.

“I don’t apologize for giving you your space, and trying to kick my ass does no good,” Mallory whispered softly. “We both know I can kick your ass any day or take it anyway I want it.”  “B—”

“You want me to prove it right here, little play thing?” he murmured, lowering his voice to a sexy pitch. “You’re at my beck and booty call, boy.”

Anger sparked in him but at himself because he knew the man was mostly right. He’d never deny him. Being beneath Mallory gave him more pleasure than he’d ever had with anyone.

“M—” He started to deny, but his words were cut off by firm lips in a bruising kiss that stole his breath and took him by surprise. He felt rather than heard Mallory moan as Mallory’s heavy body pressed heavily into his own. The slightest hint of sweet-tart green apple permeated Tyler‘s tongue.

The hint was an explosion of taste that reached out and grabbed Tyler by the balls.

Damn! That was good.

Tyler tried to eat him alive, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip, and Mallory let him play. Tyler tried to move his hands, but they remained shackled, so he rubbed against Mallory, who stunned him by pushing his thigh between Tyler’s legs.

Tyler groaned and humped Mallory’s thigh. The friction was just right, hitting his cock head and balls at just the right angle. It was too good for words. 

Staring back into Mallory’s copper-with-carnelian-flecked gaze, Tyler gave him a defiant look. He couldn’t fight it, and denying the fire between them was all but impossible.

Mallory gave him a sensual smile and moved, stroking his erection against Tyler’s, and the younger male caught his breath and arched slightly up, seeking more. Tyler needed more than the clothes between them allowed. He wanted to touch, to stroke this man and make him lose control. Mallory pressed Tyler’s hands more firmly into the carpeted floor beneath them. “You like being subdued, little sweet?” His tone was a low caress. He lowered his head and brushed his lips across Tyler’s then let a thread of amber-carnelian air kiss across his lips.

The threads of energy were soft, a gentle kiss of moist heat that went straight to his cock and got Tyler harder. Tyler moaned against his will. He felt too big for his skin. His cock ached as it pressed tightly against the zipper of his khakis.

“Damn,” he breathed, struggling for friction rather than freedom with a hint of shame. Just a kiss of air shouldn’t feel so good. The feel of the man’s fully clothed dick shouldn’t have him on the verge of begging for a kiss and coming in his pants.  But it was.

Mallory lowered his head and took a sip of Tyler’s mouth. That single sip had his mouth filling with sweet blueberry. Mallory took another sip.

“Mallory—” It was a desperate plea for a kiss and for freedom. At this point Tyler wasn’t sure which he wanted more with his body humming. He wanted them skin to skin, hot sweaty bodies grinding together in a common goal, orgasm. 

“Here, sweet.” Mallory claimed his mouth, and Tyler sighed into the kiss. Sweet blueberry with a hint of honeysuckle suffused Mallory’s mouth. Mallory deepened the kiss, growing greedier with each hint of blueberry seeping onto his tongue. He lifted his head, eyes sparking with air that all but licked over Tyler’s lips.

Tyler’s breath came out in a hard, orgasmic sound. “Fuck—”

“Yeah,” Mallory murmured softly. “I know, little boy—”

“I’m nobody’s boy,” he gritted weakly. “Get off me.”

Mallory’s smile faded though his eyes still held a bit of humor. He got up quick as a breeze and yanked Tyler to his feet by the collar of his button-down shirt. Tyler was startled and barely catching his breath when he was slammed against the wall chest first.

“You think you’re a tough guy, Tyler?” Mallory breathed against his ear after pushing his hair to one side. “Think you can kick my ass, sweetheart?”

“Damn it.” He struggled. Damn that Elemental strength. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why, baby boy?” He nipped the lobe of Tyler’s ear. “You are so sweetly tight on my cock that I can’t wait to get you back on it.”

Tyler sent out a flare of cold-fire. Usually the chill of it was enough to get rid of any attacker. Mallory laughed and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Stop it!”

Mallory nipped the back of Tyler’s neck. “Damn sexy little spitfire.”

Tyler growled in frustration, but he was hot. His skin was on fire. The blood in his veins threatened to erupt into a wildfire. Damn, he wanted, and the rougher Mallory handled him the more turned on he was becoming.

“I want to take you just like this, too, pressed against the wall, pants down around your ankles and shoes on.” He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and damn, the boy shivered. “I want you clawing at the wall as I pound your tight, tight ass and fist your cock until you come all over my hand and the wall.

“And I love how you spray me with that cold-fire when you come,” he murmured. “It makes me come even harder.”

“Mallory—” It was a breathless plea. But he liked it when the man talked this way. It was carnal and arousing.

Mallory yanked him around and pressed his back against the wall. He forced his resisting arms above his head and held him tight as copper eyes pinned him. “To afraid to admit you’re pissed off because I haven’t been around,” he crooned. “So you get pricklier than a porcupine,” he murmured, bending his knees a little to grind his erection against Tyler’s.

Tyler groaned as pleasure rocked through him, sweet and painful against his already engorged cock. His cock throbbed, and his ass clenched. Gods. His treacherous body was too ready.

“I don’t apologize for giving you your space, and trying to kick my ass does no good,” Mallory whispered softly. “We both know I can kick your ass any day or take it anyway I want it.”  “B—”

“You want me to prove it right here, little play thing?” he murmured, lowering his voice to a sexy pitch. “You’re at my beck and booty call, boy.”

Anger sparked in him but at himself because he knew the man was mostly right. He’d never deny him. Being beneath Mallory gave him more pleasure than he’d ever had with anyone.

“M—” He started to deny, but his words were cut off by firm lips in a bruising kiss that stole his breath and took him by surprise. He felt rather than heard Mallory moan as Mallory’s heavy body pressed heavily into his own. The slightest hint of sweet-tart green apple permeated Tyler‘s tongue.

The hint was an explosion of taste that reached out and grabbed Tyler by the balls.

Damn! That was good.

Tyler tried to eat him alive, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip, and Mallory let him play. Tyler tried to move his hands, but they remained shackled, so he rubbed against Mallory, who stunned him by pushing his thigh between Tyler’s legs.

Tyler groaned and humped Mallory’s thigh. The friction was just right, hitting his cock head and balls at just the right angle. It was too good for words.  

Visit E.A. Reynolds at Siren-Bookstrand