SPOTLIGHT: Daddy’s Kitten by Wanda Violet O #erotica #DaddyDom

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!

Life doesn’t always happen as we expect. When I found myself in the hands of a sexy Daddy Dom in the form of a powerful billionaire, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I got was more pleasure and satisfaction than I’d ever known. But my Daddy pushes me. Sometimes further than I ever thought I could go. How I respond is up to me. But the last thing I want is to disappoint the man who’s come to mean everything to me.

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Copyright ©2023 Wanda Violet O.

My name is Isabella. Not so long ago, though it feels like a lifetime, I was a college student floating through life with no real idea what I wanted — no ambitions or goals. Twenty years old, in my fourth semester, my major still Undecided, I knew I was going nowhere fast. An only child born to older parents, I had been pampered and coddled all my life. When they were both killed in a car accident, I was left with but no one to take care of me.

Until Daddy. He offered me protection. He offered me a life of luxury. He offered me everything I’d ever dreamed of, including love and acceptance. A life free of worry. But his offer came with a price.

Daddy told me he wanted me to be the little girl and pet to his Daddy Dom, but not until I was ready. As I was to find out, that wasn’t all he wanted of me. Soon, he’d demand so much more. Was I willing to give what he demanded? Could I?

My first week in Daddy’s mansion was like a dream. I was grieving hard and had trouble focusing on what he wanted, but he was patient. At night, he held me while I wept. During the day he spoiled me beyond belief, buying me anything I desired. “Anything to make my little princess smile.”

He bought me clothes — a few cocktail dresses and sexy shoes, but mostly he bought me cute frilly panties, adult onesies with my choice of color and design, tight little shorts with sassy sayings across the ass, and tiny T-shirts that showed off my tiny tits. My nipples are rather prominent, especially when I’m aroused, and being near Daddy always made my pussy cream, so I was always walking around with my nipples sticking out. At first, it was uncomfortable, but Daddy always praised me for wearing what he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful, princess. So fucking beautiful. I’m looking forward to sucking those pouty little tits. When I do, I’ll make you scream.” Daddy has a growly voice when he’s turned on. He never tried to hide his cock from me either. When he was hot for me, his dick would stick out proudly from his expensive slacks. He’d yet to show himself to me completely naked, but I’d felt his cock snuggled against my ass more than once as he held me.

Nighttime was the worst. The first night, I cried myself to sleep only to wake up with Daddy wrapped around me, his cock nestled between my cheeks, but doing nothing but drying my tears and petting me into relaxation. After that, he always had me sleep with him. He moved all my clothes into his room, but kept my toys and anything I didn’t need at night in my room.

After the first week, I was feeling better. Daddy still hadn’t made a move on me, but I knew he wanted to. Apparently he was looking for a signal from me, so I wandered through the enormous walk-in closet to select an appropriate outfit. There were so many to choose from! And all of them were brand new. Chosen specifically for me.

One outfit caught my eye. A black top that said “Daddy’s Little Kitten” written in white, with a black-and-pink plaid skirt, black-and-pink-striped socks and pink combat boots. There was a black satin choker with a pink bow and black thong panties that said “Kitten” on the front over my mound. To top it off, there was a pair of barrettes with black furry kitten ears to fasten on. In my blonde hair, they stood out beautifully. Just the thought of Daddy seeing me like this made me long for his cock in all the appropriate — and inappropriate — places.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Haint Off the Chain by J. Hali Steele #erotica #LGBTQ #giveaway @GoIndiMarketing @jhalisteele

Title: Haint Off the Chain

Series: Haints Misbehaving 4

Author: J Hali Steele

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

Release Date: February 24

Heat Level: 5 – Erotica

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 40 pages

Genre: Erotica, Dark Fantasy, Dark Desire, Gay, Magic Sorcery and Witchcraft

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Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Monster 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!

Web Webster’s plan to own the muscle car he’s a passenger in is sidetracked when the driver wrecks the vehicle. Needing a new ID, Web barely has time to inhabit the body beside him. Web’s savior manages the accident with authorities and offers to put Web up at his place. Lying in the man’s bed, Web has one thought. If he’s not gay — he will be for me!

Casper Wainright is known for his penchant for fast, shiny cars. When a classic beauty rams a tree on his property, he helps the occupant escape before extinguishing the flames. The stranger needs a place to convalesce. Something about the stranger entices Cas, who decides one room in his house has a bed that has been empty far too long. Little does Cas know what evil he’s invited into his life.

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Growl and roar — it’s okay to let the beast out. — J. Hali Steele

J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!

J. Hali’s a multi-published Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide — and they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

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NEW: Enslaved by Eva DeMoan #erotica #darkerotica #monsters

I knew going home late at night wasn’t safe, but I never expected I’d get abducted and taken to another realm. Stripped naked. Locked in a cage. My humiliation was complete, or so I thought. 

Until a fallen angel buys me… Oh, and his friend. 

Being shared wouldn’t be so bad, except I have to remember — I’m only a slave. I have no say in what happens to me. I’m a possession, and nothing more. 

*Enslaved is a monster erotica story with very little plot or character development. If you’re looking for an erotic romance, this isn’t it! But if you want lots of sex then you’ve come to the right place. Contains MFM, MF, and MM sex scenes, as well as voyeurism. 

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NEW RELEASE: Perishable (Sanguine Blood Seekers 4) by J. Hali Steele #erotica #BDSM #Gay @JHaliSteele

Snatched from his single mother by the wealthy family of the man he’s forced to call father, Rafe Gorman soon learns the greedy bastard has no desire to raise a child, which leaves Rafe bearing the brunt of his scorn. As soon as he comes of age to receive his trust, Rafe flaunts his disdain for his father’s regard by opening New Leaf, a gay club. It’s in New Leaf Rafe meets a being who haunts him day and night.

A vampire from the 17th century, Christopher Wren’s seen enough evil perpetrated by human men to last many lifetimes. Born a bastard below stairs, he’s witnessing nobility take what they fancied without a care — that made him a monster, not being turned. Now Wren makes sure those who flaunt such character pay for their misdeeds. Their day of reckoning is never without pain. Then he meets Rafe, and Wren swears no one will ever hurt his lover again.

Rafe vows to give Wren nothing of himself. Instead he finds he must give the vampire everything — including his life!

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Nodding was the best way to handle this conversation. Christopher Wren had learned enough to know when Sten Majkovic, the vampire king, had a bug up his ass you waited until he quit speaking. Pretending composure he didn’t feel, he listened. When Sten finished, Christopher spoke. “Maybe he’s antsy being in one place too long.”

“Who knows what fantastical information he laps from the minds of those he invades. After killing a dealer he disliked for selling close to a school, the crazy ass sat in my office and lit a joint. Can you believe that?” Sitting at the counter in Christopher’s kitchen, Sten used his finger to draw circles in the condensation puddled beneath his beer bottle. “Liam needs to be more responsible, Wren.”

They’d all taken to calling him Wren. Christopher often thought of himself that way now. “Good luck. He’ll require a babysitter.”

“And I have the perfect person in mind.” Sten eyeballed him.

No. Fucking. Way.”

“Joshua is the only other vampire who can keep Liam from going off the deep end, but he and Mace are tied up on the west coast, and Kam’s away on some island with Matthias. There is no one else.”

“Come on, Sten. I’ve got enough on my plate. Let Drew do something aside from decorate.” He had done a nice job inside Christopher’s house. Looked like a showplace now, but still homey enough to enjoy and relax in. “Goddamn it, Drew’s always stuck up under your ass.”

Sten’s gaze narrowed. “Your barkeep has made you blasphemous.”

Time skidded to a halt and Christopher found himself propelled across the room along with the chair he occupied. “What the fuck was that for?” Picking himself up, Wren sent the broken chair up in flames and scattered the ashes, glaring at his king. “This isn’t about Rafe. It’s about…” Shit. He’d best not say the real issue was that Drew was becoming way too powerful. The king’s lover skirted being out of control.

“Because he’s befriended your mate?” Sten stood. “What is it with you guys not wanting your lovers to associate with each other? Afraid they’ll want to do more than watch you get it on or something?”

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J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!

J. Hali’s a multi-published Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide — and they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Haint Nothin Like Me by J. Hali Steele #LGBTQ #erotica @GoIndiMarketing

Title: Haint Nothin Like Me

Series: Haints Misbehaving #3

Author: J Hali Steele

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

Release Date: Nov 11

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 36 pages

Genre: Erotica – Male/Male

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Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Paranormal 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!
Shane Taylor stares at the tiny, odd smelling box on his table — the same one he pocketed and sold a week earlier. Curious this time, he breaks it open. Smoke smelling of cedar circulates his room and when a shape steps through fog, Shane stares into eyes overflowing with…lust!

Bad Badgett craves the thief who stole the tiny wooden container housing his haint. When the scoundrel offers shelter, he has no qualms about climbing in the man’s bed and giving the bastard everything he could imagine. Promiscuous as hell, Bad can’t wait to satisfy other men before trying on their bodies and maybe, just maybe sharing them with his new lover.

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J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!

J. Hali’s a multi-published and Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide — they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap and a cup of coffee.

Growl and roar — it’s okay to let the beast out. — J. Hali Steele

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BOOK BLITZ: The Ropes by Lore Townsend #contemporary #erotica @XpressoTours

The Ropes
Lore Townsend
Publication date: November 9th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotica, Romance

What happens when everything you ever thought you wanted…isn’t?

Noel Carter had her life all planned. She moved to the right city and got a job in a restaurant above a kink club. She spent her nights down there, watching, learning. Being a Domme is all she’s ever wanted. Until one night, she catches the eye of the owner of the club and most infamous bachelor in town. Suddenly all her dreams get turned upside down.

One look. That’s all it took for Dane Vincent’s life to veer drastically off course. Everything he wants. Everything he desires. Everything he’s told himself he can never have may have just walked into his club. He’s made his fortune. He’s set aside his lifestyle. Is he willing to change all that for a woman? A woman who has no idea who he really is or the secrets he’s worked so hard to keep hidden.

She’s mysterious. She’s deceptive. She’s stunning. If Dane can untangle her desires…she may just set him free.

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Noel turned the old-fashioned brass handle and swung into her apartment twenty minutes later giddy and exhausted. She was filled to bursting with excitement and questions, fear and uncertainty. Luckily, Gabby appeared at her door not ten minutes later, stealing her off to sun and salt water of the beach, ready to help her process in the way only Gabby could.

“Okay, tell me everything, right now!” They lay side by side on Noel’s large beach blanket, slowly drying off after a swim.

Noel took a deep breath and tried to find a way to put her night with Dane, the swirl of emotions, the shared glances, the sensation of his skin on hers, into words. “Where do I even begin?”

She grinned wider as her friend’s head threatened to explode.

It took nearly a full hour to take Gabby through the date, her friend not even allowing her a break from storytelling when they wandered up to the coffee stand on the boardwalk to get iced drinks. When Noel was finally recounting their conversation at the cafe as they settled back onto the blanket with their coffees, Gabby interrupted.

“So, he is like a prince trapped in his ivory tower or something?”
“It was strange, like he only just realized it, but yeah. That’s the feeling I got.” “Girl, you gotta bust him out!”
Noel laughed. The thought of her doing anything to Dane was doubtful. She was

barely keeping her own shit together, so it seemed unlikely that she could offer any help to someone else. And, despite how it seemed, despite some of his comments over the course of their date, Dane must be in control. Quietly, calmly in charge of everything around him. How else could he have gotten so far? How else could the businesses be so successful? Noel wanted to allow this to be the red flag she needed to walk away.

The last thing she needed was to get caught up in a crush on a dominant man, but she knew damn well she would push forward with whatever this was between them—red flags be damned. It was too good, too enticing. And besides, the world he controlled was one that she dreamed of entering. If only she could get a handle on what it was that she actually wanted, and then get the nerve to ask for it. Noel sighed at the thought. Fat chance of that ever happening.


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Lore writes spicy, inner demon battling love stories. She loves tackling big issues in relationships and watching her characters struggle with their pasts and their visions of the future together.

A PNW girl through and through, Lore lives in Seattle with her husband. She enjoys cloudy weather (thank goodness), escaping the cold in February, and audiobooks of all kinds.

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BOOK BLITZ: Iniquitous by J. Hali Steele #vampires #LGBTQ #erotica @jhalisteele @changelingpress

Title: Iniquitous

Series: Sanguine Blood Seekers 3

Author: J Hali Steele

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

Release Date: Sept 2

Heat Level: 5 – Erotica

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 105 pages

Genre: Erotica, Action Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Erotic Shorts, Suspense, Urban Fantasy, Dark Desire, Gay, Vampires, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

Synopsis

Kamose, undead before he was pharaoh, has lived on fringes of the vampire realm for thousands of years. He feels no kinship to the bloody bastards. Against vampire laws, Kam kills his master, the only man who loved him. He pays for that atrocity every day. Allowing Kam’s sarcophagus to be desecrated and tossed into a pile of trash as if he were truly dead, even God deserts Kamose. Until Matthias, the thirteenth apostle, crosses his path.

Saint Matthias should have been one of the twelve apostles. Instead, he gains the position after Jesus’ death. By then he’s a monster subsisting on human blood. Every bite, every draw of sustenance fills him with guilt he can’t assuage. The only time he experiences peace is in the arms of a much older creature. A vampire so vile and sacrilegious, Matthias fears he’ll cause both their souls to burn in Hell!

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As he peered across the room, watching Matthias flip through pages of the bible, Kamose swept his thumb over the amulet he always worn around his neck — a polished amber ball held in the claws of the beetle, a symbol of immortality, resurrection, transformation and protection.

Fingering the amulet had once given Kamose comfort. The immoral acts he’d committed before and during his reign as a seventeenth dynasty pharaoh had left him in his current predicament, though.

Aware he was being observed, Matthias casually pushed a few stray strands of blond hair behind his ear as he continued reading. The apostle had the supple body of a dancer — a trim, agile build that enticed Kam every time he moved. Loathe to employ what he termed sorcery or tricks, Matty walked most places, at least those he could reach on foot. The habit kept his muscles limber, his body fit. Even without employing magic, when Matthias crossed a room, it was as if he floated on air.

The composure Kam sensed Matty feigned became annoying. “You belong to me.” They’d argued the point for days. Kam had never before vacillated in regard to his needs or wants, yet nearly a month after commandeering the apostle from the king’s home, Kam was aware that forcing sex would only exacerbate an already impossible condition.

“Never, you irreverent beast,” Matty responded yet again.

Kam had shared an infinitesimal amount of blood with the younger vampire the first time they fucked, but he needed to fully claim Matty to alleviate the present situation. He’d given the godly fanatic a way to creep into the corners of his mind he sometimes failed to secure. That access had served to ramp Matty’s aggravation to a level beyond Kam’s control.

A prime example — Matthias had used that one drop of Kam’s blood to locate Joshua, with the idea of destroying his former lover. Damn apostle will be the death of me. “For as much as I’m living, I might as well meet true death.” Kam had experienced no day-to-day joy, no physical release. “I haven’t been with a man in weeks.” That was a first for Kam. Sexual desire raged every time Matthias entered a room, each time Kam caught his scent when traversing his domain. “If you don’t succumb, I’ll pursue another.” Strong shields had been set but if he left Matthias unattended, he might find a way around them. Matthias was the wiliest of bastards.

“Why harangue me?” Matthias looked up. “I’ll never be yours.” His scowl contained abhorrence. “My life, too, has been grossly unfair and you, Kamose, are a corrupt degenerate I should have left to die.”

“But you didn’t.” Crossing the floor, he leaned in until his cool breath brushed Matty’s face. “My patience wears thin, Matty. Whether you believe you’re mine or not will soon no longer concern me.” Snatching the holy book and tossing it to the floor, he pulled the vampire from the chair and grasped his ass. “This is mine. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Screw you.”

“Well, well. Do I detect passion?” Matthias’ stoicism had slipped. “Nice to hear you have that in you, though I prefer it the other way around. Anyway, Jesus might mind you wiggling your dick in my ass.”

“God have mercy on your soul!”

“He did. Gave you to me, didn’t he?”

“Never.”

“Whatever. I’m hungry.”

“I’m not cooking for you.”

“We’re going out. I’ll show you places in town I’m sure you haven’t seen.”

“I’m not diving into any bars.”

“Christ’s sake, how have you managed to survive? It’s dive bar. So called for their seediness. And I’m talking about fancy eateries.” Kam drew Matthias into an embrace. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking I only seek satisfaction in bars. You should see some of the waiters in these places.”

Matty flinched at Kam’s use of the Lord’s name. “You, you’re a nasty prick.”

“That spark of fire looks good on you.” Kam kissed him hard, sending his tongue into corners he couldn’t banish from his mind — corners he remembered had once received him without complaint. Filling his fist with hair, Kam held the man close, gave no quarter for escape. It took only seconds to realize Matty was kissing him back. Matty’s hands swept Kam’s sides and shoulders before clutching in desperation. Tables turned as the young vamp’s mouth captured and held Kam’s. Deliciously, tongues touched, tasted. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Matthias was as near to Heaven as Kam would get.

Drawing away, Kam stared into gunmetal eyes that showed little blue. Thunderous gray glared back. Fuck it. “No human, nor God or his son, certainly not a vampire alive can have you. No one takes what’s mine.”

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J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!

Multi-published and Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide — they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

Growl and roar — it’s okay to let the beast out. — J. Hali Steele

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NEW RELEASE: Space Marine by Marteeka Karland #KindleUnlimited #erotica #SciFi @marteekakarland

Not only does Andromeda go where no man has gone before, she resides there. Boredom is null and void in her line of work — the entertainment of space marines who seem more than a little hungry for a warm and willing female form. Yet, something has been… missing. That something might have just strolled through the doors of her station…

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Sci-Fi 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!

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If there was one thing Andromeda loved, it was a big cyborg space marine. They always had those delicious muscles that made her mouth water. Every one she’d ever met had never refused the optional “equipment” that went with the cybernetics. It always made for one delicious ride indeed.

The station orbiting Earth had more traffic than any other station in the sector. Which meant more space-weary customers starving for a woman than she knew what to do with. But Andromeda wanted a space marine. Besides being starved for a female body, they paid well. They always demanded much, but the perks far outweighed the demands.

“I want to fuck.”

The deep, gruff voice brought her out of her musings. Not that she minded. Looming over her was the biggest, meanest looking space marine she’d ever seen, complete with outer armor and a big gun at each hip.

“Lucky for you, I’m on duty, big guy.”

“Not you,” he grunted. “Not now.”

She rolled her eyes to cover her irritation, crossing her legs and propping her chin on her hand. “Sorry, big guy. We’re busy tonight. It’s me or nothing.”

He looked frustrated, but a few seconds later, he swiped his hand in front of the reader. The scanner deducted the appropriate amount for an hour of her time. Andromeda smiled. She could definitely spend more than an hour exploring, but some was better than none.

“Weapons in the locker.” She pointed to a large storage locker where he could store his suit and other weapons. The man was already working to get himself out of the bulky body armor, eyeing her up and down as he went. As she’d hoped, the enhancement between his legs was a huge bulge contained in the tight under armor he wore underneath his outer suit. “Well, all but that one.” She nodded to his crotch. “We’ll definitely need that.”

Instead of responding, he merely grunted, not bothering to try to hide what looked like a massive erection. Andromeda led him to her assigned room, palming open the door and allowing him to enter first. Space marines liked to check their surroundings before getting comfortable. It was a quirk everyone knew and respected. The marines were all that stood between the civilized worlds and the Soth in the outer worlds. Their survival depended on being careful.

She stayed outside the room until he’d completed his inspection. Then he turned his full attention on her. Excitement coursed through her at his perusal. He looked at her with a mixture of lust and trepidation. It was kind of cute, if irritating.

“I’m not made of glass. I promise I won’t break.”

“You might,” he responded, “but I’ll do my best to be gentle.”

Andromeda chuckled. The door slid shut behind her as she crossed the room to him. She swayed her hips in what she knew was her most enticing gait. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle? I’ve been looking for a space marine to push my limits. Are you the man I’ve been waiting for?” As she spoke, Andromeda let her filmy robe slide off her shoulders.

Again, lust flared in his eyes, but he clenched and unclenched his fists in agitation. “You are tempting fate, woman. You’re too fragile to deal with what I need you to take today.”

“Why not try me? You have an hour. I’ll wager your payment I can take anything you want to enjoy with me.”

“You’re assuming I’m interested in your enjoyment. I’m not a nice man. I’m paying for my pleasure. Not yours.” He sounded almost angry, but Andromeda merely smiled, not in the least bit intimidated.

“If that were true, I seriously doubt you’d be worried about hurting me. Marines may be the most feared warriors inside the sector, but they also adhere to a strict code. I’m betting you take that code very seriously.”

He bared his teeth at her, stripping off his under armor. “Then I’ll take your wager. But, if you survive, I’ll be wanting the rest of the night.”

“Not a problem, big guy. Just give me a good fucking and I may even throw the rest of the night in for free.”

NEW RELEASE: Slammed (Razor’s Edge Contemporary Erotica) #wrestling #erotica #LGBTQ #kindleunlimited

Pro wrestling rivals TK and Jackson have a secret — one fans and colleagues would never believe. After their latest fight, they meet for a private, no holds barred match, but who will submit first?

Warning: This is a Razors Edge Contemporary Gay Erotica Short. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of paranormal heat. If youre looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

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EXCERPT

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TK stood, his legs braced apart and his arms straining against Jackson’s weight. Jackson’s muscular legs draped over TK’s shoulders. His face buried in Jackson’s crotch, TK thought how much he loved the powerbomb. It was one of the best throws in the greatest sport ever — wrestling. How many other sports allowed a man to nuzzle another guy’s crotch without any questions asked?

Seconds later, he dropped to his ass on the mat, slamming Jackson onto his back. He almost snickered at Jackson’s groans and moans. Just like TK, he was fucking awesome at his job.

The ref called the match in TK’s favor and the crowd roared. TK stood and raised his arms triumphantly overhead while Jackson pushed himself to his hands and knees.

They’d been professional adversaries for the past three years, wowing fans with their outrageous battles and verbal sparring. Their rivalry had made them rich and famous. Jackson was the guy fans loved to hate and TK was the hero. They’d had more rematches than TK could count. Tonight he’d won back his title, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before Jackson challenged him again.

Most likely they’d keep fighting each other until the fans got tired of them. Then new icons would take their place, but tonight they enjoyed the spotlight again.

Jackson, now fully recovered, jumped to his feet and shouted insults at TK. His blue eyes flashed and his powerful torso glistened with sweat. Like TK, he was well over six feet and all rock-hard muscle. Fuck, he was sexy as hell. TK considered throwing him down and claiming his ass right there, but it couldn’t happen. After all, this was, for many, a family event. Besides, he and Jackson were supposed to hate each other’s guts.

TK turned toward the crowd on the other side of the ring and Jackson slammed into him from behind. It felt like he’d been struck by a furious bull.

Considering the size of Jackson’s cock, a bull was a pretty accurate description.

Screams and boos filled the stadium. TK twisted in Jackson’s arms, pinned him face down on the mat and whispered close to his ear, “Your ass is mine.”

Jackson growled and strained to glance at TK over his shoulder. Only when the ref approached to break them up did TK release him.

While the ref shouted at Jackson for his unsportsmanlike attack, TK pointed at him and repeated, “Mine.”

Jackson snarled and stormed out of the ring, shoving aside several “fans” who had been planted in the crowd just for the purpose of making Jackson look nasty.

Match nights were always exciting. Now that the fight was over, the real fun would begin.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Saloni Quinby (Also writing as Kate Hill)

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels, demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.