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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Dark Cowboys of Winchester (Winchester, Arizona 4)

The Dark Cowboys of Winchester (Winchester, Arizona 4) is available at Siren-Bookstrand.

Siren-Bookstrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-dark-cowboys-of-winchester





Word count: 59,767
[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, shape-shifters, spanking, food play, HEA] 
Lorelei Presley, a witch, comes to Winchester to attend Jade's wedding. What she doesn't count on is five jaguar shifters imprinting on her. Remington, Rafe, Boston, and Orlando Dark, along with their half-brother Callum, all know she's their mate and are ready to claim her. Lorelei wants them, but the curse placed on her by an unknown entity complicates things. As they bond she realizes she wants to stay with them.
An evil goddess out for revenge is looking for her. Other dark entities are after her with a very different agenda. 
Her estranged father shows up and says he still loves Lorelei's mother and wants her back. Her mom warns her to stay away from him. Both parents paint very different pictures of the past and each other. When Lorelei has to face the evil goddess, she finds out which parent was telling the truth and which one is the liar.

STORY EXCERPT

“Why did you run off like that, Lorelei?” Rafe asked gently.
None of them looked mad or disgusted, which was a major relief, but it only made the farewell harder.
“Didn't Callum tell you?” Lorelei asked.
“He told us,” Boston replied.
She nodded sadly. “Then what are you doing here?”
“We brought Mexican food.” Callum drew her attention to the paper sacks.
Orlando gave him a patronizing glance before looking at her. “I told him we just ate, but he insisted.”
“Fourth meal, brother,” Callum said. “Haven't you ever heard of Taco Bell?”
Lorelei smiled meekly. “I love Taco Bell. Is that what you got me?”
“No. It was this local Mexican place,” Callum said.
“You wouldn't come back to us, so we came to you,” Rafe explained.
“You want to be friends?”
He frowned. “Not particularly.”
“We want to be your friends and your lovers,” Boston said.
The prickly moisture gathered in her eyes. “How are you going to be my lovers if we can't have sex?”
Orlando held up a hand with an “everybody chill. I've got this” expression. “Calm down, lady. Haven't you ever heard of anal?”
Callum peeked into a bag. “She can't have anal.”
“Crap. Oral. Titty-fucking.” Orlando shrugged. “The sky's the limit.”
“You really want to fuck my feet and ears for the rest of your lives?” she asked glumly.
Callum's head shot up and the bag rustled when he lowered it. “Now that was uncalled for, love. Nobody here's knob is that small.”
Orlando snorted. “Good catch. I was distracted by her little pajamas.”
“They are cute, aren't they?” Callum pulled out a tortilla chip and extended it to her. “Crisp, darling?”
She took it. “Thanks.”
“The answer is yes, by the way.” Boston gazed at her seriously. “We want you long term.”
“That's really sweet, but I don't think you realize how bad the pain can get.”
“It's true,” Callum agreed with her. “She was screaming like a banshee. That Remington bastard is a real son of a bitch if you ask me.”
“That's our brother you're talking about,” Rafe said.
“He punched me in the fucking face for trying to make sweet love to Lorelei here. Doesn't sound to me like he wants to share,” Callum said. “He didn't even introduce himself proper to her.”
“Well, he's only my half-brother,” Rafe said. “Boston is his blood brother.”
Boston waved him off. “You can insult him. He’s bossy sometimes, but he'll share. He probably didn't realize you're her mate, too.”
“We have no intention of penetrating you if it causes you that much agony,” Rafe told her.
Lorelei looked between them skeptically. “You're all okay with that?”
Orlando nodded. “Fine by me.”
Boston shrugged with his hands resting casually in his pockets. “I'd prefer to have all of you, but even half of you is better than losing you. You're more than a pussy, Lorelei.”
“You say that now, but the men never stay once they realize I don't put out. I want to, but I can't. It hurts too bad. Callum, what are you doing?”
“Keep talking. I'm just putting some towels down in case we spill any on you.”
Orlando wiggled his eyebrows. “We probably will.”
Callum snickered. “I was talking about the food, you perverted sod.”
“Yeah, that's what I was talking about.”
“Lorelei, look at me.” Boston trapped her in his comforting, sexy blue stare. “We're not them. Just give us a chance to prove that.”
“But if you're that decent of guys, then you deserve to have a woman you can have sex with,” she said desperately. “Your dad wants grand-babies. I can't give you that.”
“That's nothing to worry about, my fit turtledove.” Callum set out the food. “I figured when the time is right we'll all wank off on you in a romantic sort of way with candles and Celine Dion playing in the background. Then we'll scoop our cum up and stick it inside you with our fingers right quick, so it's not too painful and voila. You'll be knocked up like you've never been before.”
Rafe's brows quirked. “They have artificial insemination in medical settings.”
Callum pointed at him. “I like that idea much better.”
Smirking, Orlando's features wrinkled in amusement. “Bro, he mentions candles and Celine Dion and the grand-babies was what you got out of it?”
Boston guided her onto the bed. “It's your choice, Lorelei. You want us to go, we'll go.”
“I don't want you to go. I just don't want you to claim me and then regret it because we can't have sex.”
He took her hand. “We won't. There's more to you than that. If in the future you can do so comfortably, great. If not, we'll get extra creative. Just give us a chance.”
She kissed his hand. “Thank you, guys. You can't claim me until you're sure.”
“We're sure,” Rafe said adamantly.
“I have to be sure that you won't regret it. I need time.”
“That's fine.” Boston played with her hair. “Soft.”
“Good lord, woman, are you still holding that crisp?” Callum exclaimed in between bites.
Lorelei popped it into her mouth. “Better?”
“Much better.”
They passed the food around and ate.
Orlando winked at her. “So, you gonna take your clothes off? Wouldn't want you to get food on it.”
She tittered, ruffling his curly brown hair. “You're so thoughtful, Orlando.”
“That's what Pa says about me.”
Rafe nearly choked on his chimichanga. “Don't do that when I'm eating.”
Orlando snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, he's extra stern with me for whatever reason. Did any of you guys tell him that I'm the youngest and the baby is supposed to get spoiled?”
“Not a word.” Boston unwrapped his burrito. “Take your clothes off, Lorelei.”
The room got quiet all of a sudden. Lorelei's body heated over the order. She slowly disrobed from her pajama top and shorts.
“All of it,” Rafe commanded, his deep voice becoming huskier.

ADULT EXCERPT

Boston had his mouth on her. “Unzip my fly.”
Hands shaking, she unzipped and unbuttoned them.
“Lorelei, you bad girl. I didn't say anything about the button.” His feral growl inflamed her as his lips lightly brushed hers. “Just for that your shorts are coming off.”
She grinned. “What a terrible punishment.”
He smirked, lowering the zipper with haste. His firm, sensuous lips swooped down over hers and massaged her lips with hot, sexual caresses. An unbelievable rush of fire engulfed her body when his steamy tongue pushed into her mouth and rubbed sinfully against hers. He loosened the button on her shorts and then pushed them down her ass.
She cried out softly in his mouth when someone's lips brushed her thigh as one of the men took her panties off with his teeth.
Boston's deep, guttural moan electrified her, and she whimpered helplessly when his hand squeezed and massaged her breast. The insidious way his hand slithered under her shirt to unhook the front of her bra made her body quiver and her knees shake.
He nibbled her lips and sucked on her tongue, bathing her skin with his humid breaths. Her cunt ached and pleaded for their cocks, growing wetter and more desperate the more he fucked his tongue into her mouth.
“Lift your arms.” Rafe's voice dripped with fire, drawing the hot nectar from her pussy.
She broke the kiss with Boston so Rafe could take her top off.
“We're gonna do something different with you tonight,” Boston informed her. “You're gonna take us all at once.”
“First she's going to pleasure me,” Remington said. “I don't think giving two hands jobs at once would fare well for us. She'll be too overwhelmed by everything else. Come to me, Lorelei.”
Cold electricity surged through her veins leaving them achy in response to his dominance. The force set her womb ablaze with memories of him.
“Kiss, kiss.”
Lorelei smiled, pressing her lips to his. She touched his strong arms and kissed him slowly, inching her tongue into his hot, silky mouth.
“Now suck me.” He pushed her to her knees, giving her a playful smile.
“I want to taste her while she does that.” Callum had her rise and then straddle his face while Remington stood in front of her. “Very nice. Go ahead, love.”
Hot shivers licked up and down her spine when she felt the slippery heat of Callum's soft tongue laving her folds. He licked rich sensations of pleasure all over her.
She sighed with bliss before lavishing Remington's big dick with kisses.
He groaned. “That feels good.”
The heady scent of his lust for her flooded her senses. Making him lose control should have given her a sense of power, but her overwhelming hunger for his cock spoke of his tremendous power over her. He made her weak like she made him weak.
The crystal dew of pre-cum sparkled in the slit on his glans like an addiction calling to her. She licked it slowly, savoring the salty musk.
He let out a savage gasp.
She trailed her finger on the top of his shaft while her tongue dragged across the underside.
“Shit,” he hissed. “I know him licking you is distracting, but your man wants you to suck his cock.”
The way he cupped the back of her head and fed her his hard, throbbing erection thrilled her. She sucked his dick, savoring his hedonistic sounds. It was a conundrum how something could be soft like satin yet hard as iron. He swelled in her mouth, the hot maleness of him delighting her taste buds.
Callum beat her clit with his tongue. Lorelei's knees quaked and she let up, holding Remington's penis motionless in her mouth.
“That's right. You're gonna come with my cock in your mouth.” Remington played with her hair. “Keep pleasuring me.”
She felt her climax building the longer Callum tongued her. She whimpered around Remington's dick.
“Don't stop,” Remington urged.
He massaged her scalp while she suckled him.
She rubbed his scrotum, noting how heavy and tight it was. The sac felt leathery and soft. His heady sounds said he appreciated the stimulation.
She moaned on his shaft, enjoying his cry. She could taste his essence leaking from the slit. He was close.
An orgasm plummeted through her, locking her muscles and causing her to writhe against Callum's mouth.
“Good girl.” Remington pulled her into his crotch so she was forced to suck him deeper. “Keep sucking.”
She rode the waves of pleasure as she cried out wildly around his thrusting length. He jolted against her, pulsing steamy jets of semen into her mouth.
Legs shaking, he ran his fingers through her hair as he sought his breath. “Good girl.”

Monday, June 13, 2016

Haunting Siren on Amazon & Updates

Haunting Siren (Midnight Fetish 1) is finally back in print. I apologize for the long absence. Life has been hectic, but I'm back now. The book is MF paranormal erotic romance with a ghost theme. It's currently on Kindle. Eventually I want to get it on Nook and in paperback as well, but each format costs money, so it will be a bit.
The Fallen Angels Trilogy and Where the Rebel Flag Still Waves are out of print, but I'm going to try to get them back in print within the next few weeks. Likewise they will be out for the Kindle and eventually for Nook and in print. If I can figure out how to self-pub for Kobo, I'll try for that, too.
The Dark Cowboys of Winchester (Winchester, Arizona 4) was accepted by Siren Publishing and is scheduled to come out on June 22nd. It's Lorelei, the witch's story with her five jaguar mates.
Now that your eyeballs have been bombarded with words I'll post the link, cover, and description for Haunting Siren. :) Jess Buffet made the lovely cover.

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Haunting-Siren-Midnight-Fetish-Book-ebook/dp/B01GXSQ0JM/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1465872555&sr=1-2&keywords=haunting+siren


She never saw his face, never knew his name. The touch she felt the deepest came from a man who was more dead than alive... 

Siren, a Gothic beauty, is kidnapped by a ghost and trapped in a haunted house with him for seven years. She never sees his face or knows his name, only the touch that brings her pain and pleasure. 
Then one day it all disappears. She wakes up alone in her former hometown to find the ghost and haunted house have vanished without a trace. Only the fact that she is locked in a chastity belt and carrying the phantom’s baby reminds her that she’s not crazy and it all really happened. 
Hannibal, a firefighter with no memory of his past, frees Siren from the device and allows her to stay with him since she has nowhere else to go. There are strange, paranormal forces surrounding her, but in spite of his doubts, he seeks to protect her from the ghost she believes is still hunting her. 

Contains: Explicit M/F sex, dubious consent, spanking, whipping, Spectrophilia, and light bondage 

Genre: Paranormal erotic romance/Ghosts 
Word count: 51,000


Story Excerpt

Siren lay on the thin blanket that served as an uncomfortable veneer over the hard floor. It was night again. She always loved darkness and paranormal phenomena, but her affection for such things was dying in light of the past two years of isolation.
            The voices, the whispers, objects moving, ghostly images appearing and disappearing were unnerving. The image of a man passing through walls and the spooky melody coming from a piano she never could find disturbed her greatly.
            She knew a ghost lived here, but who it was she didn't know. Nor could she fathom why the spirit kept her trapped in this house with him. She assumed the entity was a man since she had only ever seen a male image passing through walls and the frightening whispers were masculine.
            She pulled the blanket over her to get warm or to hide from the ghost. He’d never touched her, but he seemed to delight in tormenting her anxieties and scaring the crap out of her, which she didn't appreciate.
            She held her breath when she heard water running in the bathroom. It sounded like the shower head, but she’d taken a bath earlier and hadn't left the water on. Curious, she tiptoed toward the bathroom and peeked through the crack in the nearly closed door. The moonlight cascaded through the window and poured on a body that appeared as flesh, but had a glowing, translucent haze around him like a storm moon. Only his face remained in the shadows, keeping his identity a secret.
            Siren pushed the door open, pleased it gave quietly so she could gaze at the phantom. He was tall and lithe...and completely naked. The water showered down on his lean, muscled physique sending an aura of steam around him while he worked the soapy lather into his body.
            He whistled that song he often did when walking through walls to scare her: I Only Have Eyes for You.
            She licked her lips at the tantalizing picture he made. She had to be quiet. God only knew what he would do to her if he discovered her watching him. Her mouth dropped when she saw his hand go down to his penis and work it up and down into an impressive erection. She had never seen a man so big. How long and thick it appeared. She wondered what he was thinking about that had him so horny. Sex obviously, but what did he fantasize about?
            The phantom grunted with satisfaction as he worked his stiff appendage, thrusting into his grip as though he were inside a woman's vagina. He was fucking himself.
            Siren felt a pool of moisture gathering in her folds. God, that was hot. She wasn’t a virgin, but she had never seen a man masturbate before. She wanted to, but her previous boyfriends claimed that was private. Odd how those bad boys she'd dated were so coy about masturbating in front of her. She thought dating a badass would mean the guys would be freaks in bed, but it seemed no man could handle the things she craved in bed. Maybe they were just too young in spite of their experience. Perhaps she needed someone older, a gentleman with a dark edge to him.
            On the other hand, maybe what she really needed was something supernatural. Knowing this fleshly phantom was ethereal played upon her bizarre fetish to the hilt. She wanted to run her hands over his svelte body to see if he was real or simply an illusion. She couldn't be imagining this. True, two years of isolation had rendered her lonely, but she wasn't crazy, of that she was certain.
            But would a lunatic be aware of their insanity?
            She didn't know, nor did she care.
            The ghost groaned and gasped from the friction of his cock rubbing against his own hand while the other groped his testes. The sight was spellbinding.
            She felt a steady pulsing in her clitoris like the gentle beating of a heart at rest. The sight proved titillating, inflicting her cunt with an ache that demanded satisfaction. She slid her hand into her pale pink panties, biting her lip as she grazed the sensitive flesh, swollen with need.
            The ghost moaned, gasp freezing in his throat as he spilled his release all over his hand and belly. His husky panting was a narcotic evoking a wave of lust in Siren that washed away whatever self-control she may have had left. She tickled her clit, delighting in the plumpness of it. She would get off quickly and then get the hell out of there.
            She opened her eyes to see the phantom standing under the deluge of running water silently and perfectly still. She paused scared to death he’d seen her. Had he? She couldn't see his face, but if he hadn't spotted her, then why did he become so quiet and motionless all of a sudden?
            She took a step backward to slink out of the bathroom.

            “Stay where you are,” the ghost commanded in a gentle but firm voice.