NEW RELEASE: Naughty Kitten by Wanda Violet O. #BDSM #DaddyDom #Erotica

Naughty Kitten (Billionaire Daddy Doms 3)
A Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom Erotica Short

Daddy always takes such good care of his Kitten. But something’s wrong. Daddy’s in a snit and I don’t know why. I’m the only one he doesn’t growl at. Whatever’s wrong, the only way to find out is to be a very naughty Kitten. And maybe — just maybe — that’s exactly what Daddy needs.

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Welcome to Wanda Violet O.’s world of bedtime fantasy, where you’ll find a variety of sexy creatures ready to drink their fill. Wanda specializes in extreme kink. Monsters, BDSM role play… she’s got it all. Come take a look for yourself!

RELEASE BLITZ: Possibilities by Kira Stone #LGBTQ #BDSM #DarkFantasy

Title: Possibilities

Author: Kira Stone

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

Release Date: May 13, 2022

Heat Level: 5 – Erotica

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 19 pages

Genre: Erotica, BDSM, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, SciFi, Dark Desire, Age Gap, Gay

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Synopsis

Choices…

Neal dives into a secluded pool hoping to find release for his aching body and his troubled mind. Instead, he finds Saul. The scribe is everything Neal could dream of — and yet he knows he dares not pursue his desires, for Saul is a Scribe.

Saul wants Neal, but not in servitude. Even a slave can make choices, and Neal chooses to make love to the man who opens his mind — and his heart.

Excerpt

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Copyright ©2010 Kira Stone

Moonlight strokes the rocks and vegetation bracketing the waterfall with its ghostly fingers. Crystal clear water tumbles from one shallow pool to another, tugged down by gravity’s inexorable grip. Flowers bend in the gentle breeze, and nocturnal creatures add to nature’s nightly chorus as they go about their lives. It is perfect. It is peaceful.

It is a place where possibilities are born… although it would take me some time to realize it.

Although I’ve travelled past this location many times before, this particular spot is unfamiliar to me. It is, however, a welcome sight. I am weary and need a place to rest for the night. The pool looks so inviting. Perhaps a swim before bedding down would help erase the strains of the day.

Rushing water stifles my tired groan as I remove my silks. Little more than scraps of black fabric to cover the most male part of me, held together by a single braided strand of rope. Even so, I treat them with care for they are all I have to shield me against the elements so I set them on a rock beside the water.

The journey to this place, this moment in time, has not been an easy one. My body bears the scars of battles fought, some still fresh. See there, across my wrist, the lines of red? A demon who nearly bereft me of my life left those marks with his razor sharp claws. I can’t decide whether to praise the gods or curse them for sending the district’s healer along to save me when they did.

My spirit is equally marred. Hope has crawled into some dark corner of my soul. I dine on regrets and guilt, a meal that doesn’t sustain a man of thirty-eight for very long. And yet, here I am, still living and breathing. I don’t know why.

I ponder this as I move toward the edge of the lowest pool. The water is warmer than I expect given the lack of the sun’s warming rays, and I find myself drawn into its embrace. At its deepest, it rises no higher than my waist. I swim the breadth of it several times before finding a rock near the middle to sprawl on.

My limbs dangle loosely, toying with the surface, and I stare up at the heavens with the three moons of Trinity hanging low in the sky, searching for answers.

This is how he must have first seen me, looking like some debauched sprite fallen to ground.

I take no notice of the stranger in my midst at first. Slowly, he colors my world. Sound grows clearer, flowers perfume the night air, and everything around me begins to hum with a vibrancy as though it’s newly awakened to life.

I sit up and spy a ripple of midnight blue, just a shade paler than the sky, along the edge of the pool. He stops moving, and his cloak settles around him. Just as my surroundings burst into full life, so does he. Dark blue cloth wraps his rugged frame from neck to knee. His mahogany hair curls back from his face. Black boots and gloves cover his feet and hands. Though a handsome man by any rational person’s account, I remain unfazed.

Until I reach his eyes.

How is it possible to see one’s soul through their eyes? It’s a myth I never believed until I met this stranger. Although I’ve always been partial to blue, it’s not the rich color that holds me captive.

It has little to do with the expression on his face, which seems faintly amused at coming upon me bathing in the moonlight as he had. Nor is it the air of danger and sexual prowess that he exudes. No, it is the reflection of a lifetime of experiences, good and bad, hovering in those blue, blue eyes that I cannot look away from.

Oddly, I’m slightly ashamed of my nakedness for the first time in my humble life. He is the only Master in sight; I am merely a servant boy. I have nothing that he does not give me, including my life. Appearing naked before him should be as natural as breathing and yet I long for some form of cover, as if his eyes might delve into me too deeply otherwise.

Slowly I recall my duty and slip from the stone, back into the water. I swim across to him, kneeling in the shallows when I reach the water’s edge. Still I cannot look away from his face and those startling eyes. “Master, may this boy be of service to you?”

He breathes deep, his broad chest expanding, before answering in a commanding yet gentle tenor. “Tell me your name, boy.”

“This one is called Neal, Master.”

“And you may call me Saul.”

I admit I’m not often at a loss for words, but that request stopped all thought from forming in my brain. A Master wants me, a slave, to refer to him by name? Unheard of! “Master, are you sure?”

He laughs and the sound is more cleansing to me than the crystal clear water. “When we are alone, yes. I want to hear my name from your lips.”

He is Master. I am slave. I shouldn’t question his requests. And yet… “But Master, I am only a boy. I have no right to speak your name.”

“You have whatever rights I give you, and I grant you permission to use my name.” He cocks his head to the side in consideration, then adds, “For tonight.”

His expression hasn’t changed, but there’s something in his manner that convinces me he is serious. I didn’t wish to cross him, for even one of the scribe caste could be dangerous if provoked. “Yes, Mas — Yes, Saul. May this boy be of service to you?”

“Perhaps it is I who am here to serve you,” he suggests with a smile.

A great and mighty Master would lower himself to serve a humble boy? It had never been done before in my knowledge and I can only think of one reason for him to suggest it. “Is this a test for me, to see if I will behave properly?”

“No, Neal. It is merely a suggestion.”

It’s the first of many possibilities he shows me this night. Even now my body trembles with the memories of that first spectacular glimpse of what could be.

“How would you… Boy can… This is not…” No thought would complete itself in my brain before a new one birthed.

Saul laughs again as he presses his finger to my lips. “Easy, Neal. Do not hurt yourself.”

I search the depth of his eyes for some explanation for what is happening. All I find are more questions. “Saul…”

With a smile on his face, he commands, “Come with me.”

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Meet the Author

Kira Stone lives in a warm cave tucked away in the remote Scottish Highlands, where a small band of ever-changing heroes serves as company. As they relax in front of a roaring fire, demons dance in leather pants and angels stroke tunes from the harp strings, while the Fae stop in to share tales from other worlds. Bound by pen and imagination, these are the folk who wait to greet you from the pages of Kira’s stories. Find out more on their website.

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PREORDER: Dracula Dominant by Angela Knight #vampires #erotica #BDSM @AngelaKnight

Anika Van Helsing is the last of her line. With his dying breath, her grandfather demands she seek revenge on Count Vlad Dracula, who has killed six generations of her clan. Determined to confront the vampire who has haunted her dreams for years, Anika breaks into his mansion and finds his coffin. She prepares to stake the handsome vamp…

That’s when everything goes wrong.

Vlad Dracula is furious the girl he tried to protect has tried to kill him, and he means to punish her for her lack of gratitude. Her murderous clan has killed his wives, his mistresses and his friends, and he means to end the Van Helsing threat.

But he wants a lot more from Anika than her death — or even her blood. Because Dracula has seen her most secret, shameful dreams. And he’s going to make them all come true.

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Vampire Erotica Story. Expect limited plot and character development, dubious consent and lots of paranormal heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

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About the Author

New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight has written and published more than sixty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and Merlin’s Legacy series. With a career spanning more than two decades, Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine has awarded her their Career Achievement award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance and Best Werewolf Romance.

Angela is currently a writer, editor, and cover artist for Changeling Press LLC. She also teaches online writing courses. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s writing career includes a decade as an award-winning South Carolina newspaper reporter. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a thirty-year police veteran and detective with a local police department.

PREORDER: Oblivion by Kira Stone #demons #erotica #shortstories

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Demon Erotica Story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of paranormal heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!


Killed in a dirty back alley by a street whore. Such an ugly way to die. But my lessons in death have only just begun.

Hell is filthy. And cold. And as soon as I fell, I found a demon waiting for me. My new Master. From spanking to whipping to painful abuse, each new lesson gives me hope — the hope of oblivion. Surely I can’t survive this long.

But the longer I’m here, the more I learn about myself and the life I wasted. And the more I crave Master’s touch. Each lesson strips away another layer of my mortal flesh. I am everyman. I am no one. I am what my Master wishes me to be. A Demon’s whore for all eternity… Who said going to Hell didn’t have its rewards?

Extreme BDSM Warning: The actions portrayed in this story are well outside the accepted BDSM norm of “Safe, Sane, and Consensual” or even “Risk Aware Consensual Kink” and should not be reenacted by mere mortals. Unless you’re a demon, you will end up featured on “1000 Ways to Die.”

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EXCERPT

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Copyright 2021 Kira Stone

No question about it. I was on my way to Hell.

I fell into a rocky hole, so small I couldn’t stand up. I couldn’t even crawl down the steep slope. Rolling from side to side got me inching down, but also got dirt up my ass. And whether exertion or something else caused the temperature to rise, I was getting much, much warmer.

Ingenuity kicked in, and I figured out by laying on my back, head first, I could use my feet on the craggy sides to push my way down the tunnel. The bottom had sides equally rough. No doubt I’d have bruises all over.

No biggie. Pain I could handle.

A deep voice rose up from the darkness. “You think so, eh? We’ll find out.”

Oh, goodie.

Without warning, I fell head first onto a dirt floor as lumpy as the tunnel. Even as I watched, rubbing my head, the hole closed. I tapped on the spot where the opening had been to see if it was solid. Yeah, they didn’t miss a trick, this bunch.

“Welcome to my home,” the deep voice said with obvious amusement.

I turned to find a well dressed man in a suit not unlike one I’d wear to the office, when I bothered to go in. His hair had been neatly styled, his shoes shined, and his body looked like he could give me a challenge on the handball court. In fact, as I gazed longer, he looked a lot like me.

“This is what you were. Now, I will show you the real me.”

First, his eyes turned red. That was enough to make me tremble. Something awful radiated from them, the promise of no sympathy, no compromise.

As covertly as I could, I looked for routes of escape. I should have kept my eyes on him, or better yet on the floor. Cages and torture devices and things I’d only seen on the Internet filled my vision. I wasn’t skilled at using them, as my extra marital lovers told me, and I doubted I’d be any better at having them used on me.

“See me, and know that I am your Lord and Master,” the deep voice ordered.

Despite emptying myself earlier, I again felt the need to pee when I looked upon the creature who spoke to me. With skin as red as his eyes, hair only a few shades darker that hung to his waist, and claws on both fingers and toes, just seeing him induced panic.

“You know, I’m not really into the D/s thing. Can we skip this part?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kira Stone lives in a warm cave tucked away in the remote Scottish Highlands, where a small band of ever-changing heroes serves as company. As they relax in front of a roaring fire, demons dance in leather pants and angels stroke tunes from the harp strings, while the Fae stop in to share tales from other worlds. Bound by pen and imagination, these are the folk who wait to greet you from the pages of Kira’s stories.

The who and what of Kira in this more mundane world is not what turns you on, but the words sure do – so go discover the passion that awaits you between the covers of every Kira Stone book…

BOOK REVIEW: Loeb’s Fall by ChaShiree M. #eroticromance #BDSM #bookreview

Loeb has dedicated his life to this country. Putting his own life in danger as he destroyed the enemies trying to destroy us. Then, the tables turned and the enemies are closer to home and cost him a friend.

On his quest for vengence, he found the enemy, but he also found more. He found HER. He was knocked backwards. Thrown for a tailspin. Given no warning that his life was going to change, he did the only thing he knew how. He moved in the shadows to find out all he could about her, before he took her.

Now, the enemies know he and his group are circling and the prey has become the hunter and the hunter becomes the stalker. He is in a race against the clock to not only take down the bastards that tried to take out his whole team, but also to protect the one thing in his life that is worth more than all he held dear. He just hopes she doesn’t run when she finds out the lengths he went to secure her.

Trigger warning: This is a dark-ish stalker romance with an HEA. There is bondage, nighttime visits where the h is unaware, masturbation while the h is sleep and stealing of underwear. H watches, invades, reads things he shouldn’t and b and e. He doesn’t come clean until the end, so yes, she is a bit naive and head over heels. There is violence, but not from the H to the h. Obviously there are also ‘lies.’

This is safe, insta and OTT. There is a bit of O/W and O/M drama, but not because the H or h cheats or is involved with someone. They can’t help that they are both desireable. J/S.

So with all of that above, if you still want to read…you have been warned. Sit back, grab a glass of ice and prepare to be overheated.

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REVIEWED BY FABIOLA – 5 Stars!

Wow, author ChaShiree M did her thang with this book. Book started off hot from the get go, Nova is young comes off a bit naive but when you know you just know. She didn’t know who she was dealing with in Loeb, the stalker brute of a man (but my kind of Brute, if you know what I mean😈😉). But he loves her like crazy, they’re perfect for each other, Loeb’s a hard man that live a hard life in a not so secret kind of life and with Nova he gets that softness he needed.

This book is really good, you have a lot of characters that get along very well, they’re funny and I’d definitely recommend Loeb’s Fall. I mean it’s author ChaShiree M, so why not? I’m really looking forward to more in this series, I can tell it’s going to be epic💜💜💜

New Release: The Stag by Stephanie Burke #GayRomance #UrbanFantasy @flashycat

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The Stag (Wild Hunt) by Stephanie Burke

#BDSM #UrbanFantasy #LGBTromance

Thomas Bright never would have dropped his glamour if he’d known he’d be going into heat. The one night he decides to cut loose at the decadent BDSM club, the Wild Hunt, just happens to be the one night he meets his mate.

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A Shot of Trust by Lou Sylvre #LGBTQ #contemporaryromance @Sylvre

A Shot of Trust (Vasquez Inc. 5)

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

 

Brian Harrison wants to keep everyone safe — especially his beloved sub, Jackie Vasquez — and he’s convinced the only way to do that is to dig ever deeper in a forbidden investigation. Keeping his activities secret from the State Department means keeping them from his own boss, Luki Vasquez, and keeping secrets from Luki means Jackie can’t know either.

Meanwhile, Jackie keeps his own secrets as his kind heart and indomitable spirit drive him to find and help a mysterious homeless woman, who may be connected to a kidnapping. Both men dance around dangers lurking in LA’s hidden places.

Love continues to grow, adventurous kink heats up, and a marriage proposal still hangs in the balance. Can a willing shot of trust keep them together and alive when secrets collide?

 

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About Lou Sylvre

Lou Sylvre loves romance with all its ups and downs, and likes to conjure it into books. The sweethearts on her pages are men who end up loving each other — and usually saving each other from unspeakable danger. It’s all pretty crazy and very, very sexy. As if you’d want to know more, she’ll happily tell you that she is a proudly bisexual woman — a mother, grandmother, lover of languages, and cat-herder — of mixed cultural heritage. She works closely with lead cat and writing assistant, the (male) Queen of Budapest, Boudreau St. Clair. She lives in the rainy part of the Pacific Northwest, and hearing from a reader infallibly brightens the dreary weather. Find her through her links listed here, or drop her a line at lou.sylvre@gmail.com.

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Bound to Please by Jade Buchanan #bdsm #paranormalromance @jadebuchanan

Bound To Please (All Wrapped Up Multi-Author 7)

Cover Art by Angela Knight

 

Melaina Carey has a secret she’s desperate to keep hidden from her nest mates. Her life may have been saved when she was turned into a vampire, but it brought with it a whole new host of problems.

Her secret is about to be revealed and the two men she fears — and lusts after most — are about to put their centuries of experience to the test.

They aren’t going to let her hide anymore. Tristan and Dougal know there’s something wrong with her. When they discover what it is, they’re determined to help her.

There is no way that Melaina is going to submit easily. Tristan and Dougal are going to have to prove they are man — and vampire — enough to control her every move.

Warning: This book contains subjects not intended for the faint of heart, including blood play, rope bondage and erotic pain.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Jade Buchanan

“They’re gonna be super pissed,” Malcolm observed, shrugging off the glare she sent him.

“Well, what the hell do you expect me to do, Colly?” she called him by his nickname. “I couldn’t stay there and go through a repeat of this morning. They’re gonna want to know what’s wrong with me.”

She shook her head, sliding off the picnic table to pace in front of it. A flash of blue and red caught her eye, the swing set beckoning her. Whispered promises of another time in her life, one where she wasn’t afraid. Back when she didn’t know anything about the monsters in the night. Back before she became one of them.

She could hear the sounds of children, screaming and laughing, flitting through her mind. The glorious, clean smell of summer. The exhilarating rush of running around the slide, desperate to be the next one to go down its heated metal length, wincing when it burned sensitive thighs under colorful shorts.

They would fight over who got to sit on the yellow, laughing duck. His orange beak a bright splash of color, a counterpoint to Mr. Frog with his red mouth on the other end of the teeter-totter. She and Malcolm had spent years here, always the same.

She sat down in one of the swings, the strip of blue rubber conforming to her hips. Pushing off with her feet, she swung back and forth slowly. “When did it change, Colly? When did it become so faded, so rusty?” she asked, contemplatively.

Malcolm shrugged, flicking his gaze around the playground.

“The paint is peeling on the metal. The fence is five different colors from continuously having to paint over the graffiti. Was it always like this and we just didn’t notice it?” she mused, kicking her feet up. Looking back at Malcolm, she saw him watching her, studying her.

“Things change, Mel.” He met her eyes. “What are you gonna tell them?”

Now it was her turn to shrug.

“You have to tell them something,” he said, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Cocking her head, she listened to the sounds of the night. The squeak of the chains as she pushed back and forth on the swing, the rustling of the trees, the slow inhale and exhale coming from her brother. “I can’t tell them the truth.”

“Why not?” he asked with a huff. Standing up, Malcolm placed both hands on his hips, glowering at her.

“Seriously? You seriously have to ask me that? Uh, maybe because I’m a fucking vampire and I can’t even do the whole vamp thing normally.”

“They’re gonna find out one way or another. It might be better if you just tell them. I mean, c’mon! You can’t be the only person to ever have this problem. It’s not like it isn’t treatable and –” Mel threw out her hand, startling her brother and cutting off his next words. She froze, breathing erratically. Ten seconds went by, incredibly slow.

“Well? Aren’t you going to finish your sentence, Malcolm? Pray tell, what exactly could Melaina have that is treatable?” Tristan growled, his normally calm voice ragged. His accent roughened, becoming more noticeable.

They appeared out of the night, separating from the shadows that had kept them hidden from view. Tristan glided forward, followed by the dark, stalking figure of Dougal.

The two men separated, surrounding her.

Dougal slid up behind her, grabbing the metal chains of the swing in his large hands, halting her movement when she tried to get up. Tristan blocked her front, staring down at her fiercely.

Crap, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She hadn’t had enough time to come up with an excuse. Stalling for time, she remained silent.

“Uh, guys…” Malcolm said, trailing off when Tristan threw him a smoldering glare.

Leave us,” Dougal snarled.

“Yeah, I’ll just be going then. Right… I’ll just be…” Malcolm ignored her pleading eyes. Turning swiftly, he walked out of the park, leaving her with the two vampires.

“Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. But when we walk out of this park, we are going to know what is wrong with you. Is that clear?” Dougal whispered, caressing the shell of her ear with his breath.

 

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Torqued by Emma Ray Garrett #bdsm #paranormalromance

Torqued (All Wrapped Up Multi-Author 6)

Cover Art by Angela Knight

 

Pru Gordon has spent the last ten years under the dominant rule of the Relic Group, learning and honing her unique telepathic skills. Now that she’s graduated from the order and is a fully licensed Reliant Agent, she is free to shed the ill-fitting skin of a submissive and be the alpha she must to succeed at Ovelia — the hottest BDSM club in Atlanta. Being a dominatrix gives her perfect access to the Nightside she polices. And it lets her fulfill her fantasies at the same time. It’s the perfect life.

Until the night she meets Gage Mills and Ro Thomas. The two vampires’ cadres have been at war for a century, putting the safety of both humans and the Nightside in jeopardy. Both men are definitely top-dog types, so Pru’s heart beats hard when HQ assigns her the job of Collaring them. Despite the tiny voice in her mind suggesting she might be in over her head, Pru is determined to close the case.

When two of the darkest predators around meet up with the best Controller alive, things are bound to get messy… Just what the Domme ordered.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Emma Ray Garrett

The sleek glide of vinyl over hairless flesh brought a smile to Pru’s lips. God, it felt good to dress the way she wanted. After ten years in training with the Relic Group, putting on a potato sack would feel good, as long as she chose it.

Pru pulled the zipper of her thigh high boot up before stomping both shoes against the floor and tugging at their tops. Legs properly ensconced, she turned around to look at herself in the mirror.

“Very nice.”

With one last glance, Pru left her apartment, slapping her palm against the identpad to lock the door. As she made her way to the parking garage, she couldn’t help but smile again. She worked at the hottest BDSM club in the country, Ovelia. Situated on the outskirts of downtown Atlanta, the club drew customers not just from the city, or the state, but also from all over the world.

Her work at Ovelia paid very well, and as she approached her prize possession, she couldn’t help but purr with satisfaction. The hovercycle was unbelievably expensive, but worth every dime.

She slid her body onto the low-slung vehicle, starting the antigrav field and lifting off in the same smooth motion. The ride to her job took less than ten minutes, but it was ten minutes spent in complete joy. She pulled into the parking garage and powered down the cycle. With one last look, she made her way to the employee entrance.

Pru waved to Bertie, the lupercan bouncer, on her way in. He was wolfed-out, nothing odd about that, but the bright pink collar was new.

“Nice accessory, Bertie.” She smiled when he preened at her comment.

“Thanks, Pru. I wanted to try something different.”

“It looks good. What’s George think?”

The heavily muscled, hair-covered lupercan crossed his arms. “He likes me in pink.”

 

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Chain of Three by Willa Okati #scifi #gayromance @willaokati

Chain of Three (All Wrapped Up Multi-Author 4)

Cover Art by Angela Knight

 

Mix two alien Marines, a human BDSM Master, and a shapeshifting Empress with a mind of her own, and what do you get? A whole lot of trouble.

Dane and Julian, ex-war heroes now in the Empress’ service, hate each other. Hate, hate, hate. Problem? Julian wants Dane almost as much as he hates him.

The Empress needs her ex-Marines, but they’re no good to her if they’re at each other’s throats. She thinks she has a way to tame the two by putting them together with Master Anubis, a refugee from Earth.

It’s a three-way battle for dominance, and the Empress knows something she’s not telling…

Note: Chain of Three follows the standalone title Chain of Thorns, but can be read by itself. This title contains elements that may be disturbing to some readers.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Willa Okati
An Authorized Excerpt

“So, you’re pretending to be a human again today, are you?”

Dane grunted in response. In his opinion, a stupid question didn’t deserve any kind of answer. Anyone with two, three, four or more eyes in their head or what they called a head ought to know better. Of course he’d shifted into human shape. He wasn’t stupid.

The Empress hadn’t exactly ordered Her subjects to assume the images of the humans She adored and fell passionately in love with. However, anyone who wasn’t too dumb to come in out of the rain knew they’d better wear the right “uniform” unless they had an itch to annoy Her.

You really, really didn’t want to annoy the Supreme Commander of a thousand-plus starships and a million trained warriors.

Besides, he’d decided to lounge by the pond in the garden of his new quarters that morning and tentacles had a nasty tendency to develop vicious sunburn. “Getting a tan” the earthfolk they’d rescued from their doomed planet called this practice. They’d said it was relaxing and made them look more attractive to those they wanted to mate with.

No, those they wanted to fuck.

If Dane was going to play human, then he’d damn well get the details right. Mating and fucking were completely different concepts. One of the new traditions most of his countrymen and women liked best when it came to playing human was the idea of fucking without having to tangle themselves up in mating.

“Fuck.” An interesting word you could use in almost any sentence.

Dane paused for a second to appreciate the amazing range of human obscenities, otherwise called “swearing,” “cursing,” or “cussin’.” They worked great when a guy didn’t really know what else to say.

Speaking of which, Dane decided getting a suntan was probably a piss-poor waste of time. He couldn’t figure out why anyone would enjoy damaging the pigmentation of their skin by sitting in the sun all day, but as the earthfolk also said, what the hell? He didn’t have anything better to do. Not since he’d been “honorably” discharged from the military, sent back to their home planet for recuperation, and then…

Dane shuddered.

“Aww. He shivered. Izza baby boy cold?” Julian taunted in American English.

Raising the middle finger of his human-shaped hand, Dane pointed it where he figured Julian would be standing. Another handy earthfolk trick, cussing with hand signals.

Julian hooted. “Up yours too!” He made the suggestion in cheerful good humor. Probably purely for the sake of annoying Dane. He never took offense at anything Dane did. He treated every barb and sting like some big game. Prick. “You’re cranky today, old man. What flew up your ass?”

Dane grunted again as his only answer, deciding if that wasn’t good enough for Julian he could go screw himself.

Mmm. He really, really loved human profanity. So rich, depending on culture, and so satisfying. He and Julian both studied the underground lists of new phrases together to figure out what they meant, bitching at each other over who got to read first if they didn’t both have a copy. The time when Julian insisted “son of a bitch” meant the same thing as “son of a motherless goat” had resulted in a fight of amazing violence and duration.

In the end, the Empress Herself gave them a tongue-lashing of Her own and sent them to their rooms to stand with their noses in the corner until they learned to behave like men, not children.

Julian’s fault, in Dane’s opinion. Dumbass.

 

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