Standing up for magíq means the world stands against you.
Call Forth the Moonlight:
A Magíqon’s Guide to Gryphon Liberation
by Z.M. Celestaire
Genre: LGBTQ Ecopunk Fantasy Romance
Deubrise is a land blessed by the breath of the slumbering gods. Magíq lives within nature, powerful and beautiful. Few else can harness it besides the gryphons that reside in the mountains near Nico De Falco’s home, and the rare magíqon like Nico’s little sister. But magíqon are shunned and feared by modern society.
To protect himself from such treatment, Dr. Ackerleigh Sebring keeps his magíq a secret. Yet his “radical” teachings of magíqal history gets him fired from Ravensbourne University. Desperate, he finds a gamekeeper job caring for an imprisoned gryphon. Finally, he can be his whole self.
That is, until Nico follows a misguided impulse and frees the gryphon, injuring Ackerleigh accidentally.
Their fates—and feelings—become entangled in their determination to protect the sacred magíq of the gryphon. Ackerleigh and Nico will stop at nothing for the sake of liberation.
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Z.M. (they/them) is a writer, artist, and therapist. Writing and art have been a hobby for some twenty years now since they were a goofy little middle schooler. Z.M. grew up devouring urban fantasy authors like Charles De Lint, Holly Black, and Patricia C. Wrede. Z.M. lives in Saint Paul with their spouse, human child, and fur children.
Genre: LGBTQ M/M Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Love is magical. Let it POOF into your life.
Hey there, it’s your favorite lovable P.O.O.F agent, Nozzag! Buckle up because I’ve got a wild tale for you. Their meeting? Total “oops, my bad” moment, if you catch my drift. Let’s just say, I may have given fate a little nudge! But don’t fret, Tiki and Amalesh are in for a fabulously happy ending. *winks*
Thikoz aka Tiki – a Dragonkin, Sassy Dragon Esthetician, who is dominant and longs to find his mate.
Tiki has countless fantasies about what his ideal partner would be like. He can only hope that when he finally encounters his mate, they’ll be eager to delve into the numerous interests on his Must Try Before I Die list.
Amalesh – a Vampire, Rare Blood Procurer, reclusive introvert, who simply wishes to be left alone with his collection.
When Amalesh is thrown into Tiki’s path, almost literally, he realizes that the world he has observed from a distance is far more enjoyable as an active participant. It only takes a few hundred years and an energetic, dominant dragonkin to uncover that little truth.
P.O.O.F. Please! is set in the world of Bloodlines of Fate. Twilight Temptations are instalove, high heat, low angst stories that feature various creatures and a guaranteed HEA.
Twilight Temptations is a continuous series and while each story can be read alone it is best to read them in order.
Within the shimmering guise of a mortal walks D.G. Carothers, a dragon of cunning intellect. A weaver of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy tales, this enigmatic being revels in crafting narratives that dance between realms.
D.G. stands resolute in their commitment to unfurling tales unfettered by constraints. For in their eyes, love transcends all boundaries, a truth woven into the very fabric of their creations.
Inked in Blood and Memory Allison Ivy Publication date: December 3rd 2024 Genres: Horror, LGBTQ+, New Adult
Recluse Sophie Vanguard’s winter cabin retreat turns ominous when blue flowers mysteriously appear. They’re everywhere. On her front porch, in kitchen cabinets, and even on her pillow. It isn’t long before chilling whispers echo in the halls, and her journal repeats seven unsettling entries.
Enter the bloodied and beautifully eccentric Ly Thi Ren. Though Ren seems familiar, Sophie refuses to believe the girl’s insistence that they are trapped inside a book.
In a land of fiction, truth and lies blur together, clear decisions are marred by doubt, and shared family trauma lurks just below the surface.
Can Ren and Sophie make it out alive? Or will they end up nothing more than words inked in blood and memory?
With elements of gothic horror, splatterpunk, romance, and fantasy, Inked in Blood and Memory is a self-aware LGBTQ+ horror that wraps its clutches around the reader and doesn’t let go.
You never forget your first ritual sacrifice. So why had I? That seems like something you’d remember. It’s not something most American families gather for.
Hey, Má. Could you pass the rau răm? Oh, and what time is the sacrifice tonight?
And yet, I had forgotten. I had forgotten the little things, too. My mother’s laugh, her abrupt chortles that often devolved into giggles. My childhood nickname.
We eat pho the night our own parents sacrifice one of my best friends. It’s weird what sticks with you after years of trying to forget. We eat in silence, though I haven’t yet realized the reason for the solemn mood. My nine-year-old brain doesn’t quite grasp the idea of “sacrifice.” I can’t wait to wear my new ceremonial cloak. I begged my parents to let me wear it through dinner, but they refused.
“It’s too special,” they say. “You don’t want to ruin it, do you, con gái?”
No, I don’t want that. Still, my eyes wander to the piece of clothing that hangs on the coat tree next to the front door. The intricate symbols fascinate me. The only other place I’ve seen them is on the book. Not just any book. The book.
I get to see it on special occasions during the four months out of the year our family guards it. The other eight months are split between two additional families. My best friends’, Sophie Vanguard and Jeremy Berg-Nilsen.
We’ll join them later for the ceremony or the “thanksgiving,” but not that Thanksgiving. We are not pilgrims, but our three families are special. Chosen. And today, Jeremy is the most special.
“Ông xã, are you sure this is the only way?” Má squeezes Ba’s arm.
Ba remains quiet for so long I almost ask him if he’s heard Má. I’m not sure what she means by her question or why it’s gotten even quieter than before.
Ba answers before I speak. “It’s too late to back out. Maybe we could have years ago, but not now. This is how we keep our family safe.” He kisses my mother’s hand and stands to clear the plates.
I knit my brows together. Why are they so serious? It’s like they’re sad. But it’s the day of the thanksgiving. They should be happy.
Later that night, I beam proudly in my cloak with the strange symbols, relishing the feel of the velvet hem between my fingertips. Incense burns in a corner, permeating the air with a smoky aroma that I’ve always hated, but it reminds me of the days we celebrate the four equinoxes.
The adults hug and talk amongst themselves excitedly. All but Mrs. Berg-Nilsen, Jeremy’s mom. She stands against the wall, keeping to herself. Her long blonde hair covers most of her face, but I can tell her cheeks are wet.
I ponder this as I sit cross-legged on the antique rug with Jeremy in his family’s living room. We sip Capri-Suns and talk about what we think will happen in a few minutes.
“Happy birthday, Jeremy,” Sophie says after arriving with her parents and barreling through the adults’ legs. She holds a cloak that matches mine out behind her as she runs like she’s a superhero or a bat and plops down on the rug between us.
“Thanks, Sophie,” Jeremy mumbles, staring at his Capri-Sun.
Of the three of us, Sophie is the most frenetic. I think that’s the word Ba used. The adults are always hiding the sugar from her. She channels her chaotic energy for good most of the time. At school this past week, a couple kids from our grade cornered Jeremy. Sophie took me by the hand and came to Jeremy’s aid, not letting up until the kids backed off.
“Why is your mom crying?” I ask Jeremy.
His eyes move from his drink to his shoes, and he tugs at the laces. “Dad says she’s happy, but she won’t look at me.”
“Grownups are weird,” I say, watching Jeremy’s parents lead the rest into the kitchen.
“I think I did something real bad,” Jeremy says.
The door swings closed, and I’m on my feet, ignoring Sophie’s questions and drawn to the conversation happening behind the closed door.
Author Bio:
Allison Ivy writes under a pen name and grew up reading a book a day. She graduated from Penn State with a B.A. in English and a Creative Writing certificate. She currently lives in Connecticut and listens to far too many show tunes and DVD commentaries. The Dragon and the Double-Edged Sword is her first novel.
When a Witch-in-Training falls for a Demon-Possessed Soul…
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Genre: YA LGBTQ Urban Fantasy
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When Mark decides to follow in his Nanna’s footsteps, and train in witchcraft,
he takes on more than he could ever have imagined. Up until now, he has been
ignorant of the magical dangers, demons and monsters that his coven defend
against.
Everything changes when Damian moves to Tealford. He is everything Mark has
ever wanted, but he comes with his own cursed life.
Luckily, Mark has the support of his friends and family… as well as the
handsome newcomer.
Containing the full 6-part series:
Winter Trials (Northern Witch #1)
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Kelly S. Marsden grew up in Yorkshire, and there were two
constants in her life – books and horses.
Graduating with an equine degree from Aberystwyth
University, she has spent most of her life since trying to experience
everything the horse world has to offer. She is currently settled into a
Nutritionist role for a horse feed company in Doncaster, South Yorkshire.
Her first book, The Shadow Rises, was published in January
2013, and she now has several successful series under her belt.
Lilith Wine Lo Borgias Publication date: November 26th 2024 Genres: Adult, Dystopian, LGBTQ+, Romance
The world has transformed beyond recognition. Once a place of order, it now lies in chaos, consumed by a relentless game of power and deception on a global scale. Amidst this turmoil, Lilith emerges, a product of genetic engineering known as a zek.
Tasked with extracting secrets from her male targets, Lilith utilizes her unique abilities, emitting potent military-grade pheromones to allure or evade, shape-shifting, and uses a variety of tactics both taught and improvised.
Yet, as she delves deeper into her missions, Lilith’s curiosity awakens. She begins to question her own origins, unveiling a world teetering on the edge of annihilation. She soon discovers the remnants of a fallen Disneyland, full of mutated animals, zeks, and even fallen angels.
Driven with a hope for a new oasis, Lilith must transcend her naivety. No longer content to be a mere pawn, she must harness her abilities and uncover the truth about her origins and destiny. While also in the pursuit of a genetic ark offers the last hope for survival in the face of impending apocalypse.
His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can
save them both.
Cordelia Manor
A Haunted Hearts
Series Book
by Adam J. Ridley
Genre: LGBTQ M/M
Paranormal Romance
His
inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can
save them both.
Evan inherits a mysterious
manor house that’s filled with restless spirits and Cary is the
manor’s magical caretaker charged with managing them.
When the two meet, they
unwittingly become the target of one of the manor’s most vengeful
ghosts.
Despite the dangers, a
passionate and deep love blossoms between them. Will that love be
enough to protect them as they unravel Cordelia Manor’s secrets, or
will the past repeat itself, destroying them and all they’ve built
together?
Cordelia Manor is part of the Haunted Hearts
series.
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Haunted Hearts is an Own-Voices Paranormal Romance Series
about love and the things go boo in the night. Join us on our romantic journeys
over 10 books from some of your favorite authors! Be sure to read the entire
series so you don’t miss a moment of falling in love, or sometimes falling into
a happily ever after-life! Each book is a standalone but why not read them all?
Everyone deserves the HEA!
“You have got to leave,” I said, entering the area behind the huge boiler that heated the entire manor. I heard his laughter, but wasn’t sure if it was in my head. “You can’t stay here any longer. Not after attacking a living being. I’m giving you fair warning because I don’t like to force the spirit world.”
Just then, he materialized in front of me. His body not quite corporeal, as I assumed he’d be able to make it if he still had his full power.
He opened his mouth to say something, then looked over my shoulder. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my stomach fall as I realized Evan must’ve come back downstairs and followed me into the basement.
I threw up a quick shield, but not fast enough to stop the attack. The ghost shattered the shield as he collided with it, throwing Evan back against the boiler.
I rushed forward, grabbing him under the arm, pulling him up, and rushing him toward the stairs. “Go, now!” I demanded, and turned around just as the entity was reforming.
“Leave here!” it bellowed, and this time I knew I was hearing him, and not just in my head.
I didn’t try to confront him again, not when he was so angry. Instead, I cast a bubble around myself and forced it toward him hoping that’d give me enough time to escape.
I made it to the top of the stairs when I felt sharp nails swipe the back of my shoulder. “Shit,” I said, and slammed the door behind me. I secured the boundaries I’d set when I first arrived, effectively sealing the nasty thing in the basement for now. Not that they would last long. He was still too damned powerful.
After
years of writing romance under the pen name Blake Allwood, I decided
to pursue my other genre passion, fantasy and science fiction. Adam
J. Ridley is the reality of that pursuit.
My husband of 28 years and I
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From insisting on a bed for their first time to protecting Amir from
everything, Oliver is stepping all over Amir’s last nerve. It’s
almost too bad the submissive wolf wants dominant Oliver in the worst
way.
Amir’s frustration with Oliver doesn’t cancel out his
attraction to the other wolf. As they fall deeper into the dangers of the
psychic world in an effort to rescue their leader, their love may be the
only thing keeping them sane.
As the leader of the werewolves sinks further into insanity, Amir and
Oliver are pushed to their limits to find out what’s causing his
decline. Once they discover the truth, it’s another struggle, this one
against prejudice and time, to rescue the alpha above all alphas.
EXCERPT
It was full dark when Oliver jerked awake. He sat up, smelling his own
sweat and the aftermath of sex.
He flashed back to the most traumatic time he’d woken to the stench
of spent jizz. Geoffrey, the beta of the Kreisha pack, had been standing
over him, cum dripping from his rapidly shrinking cock.
Oliver swung his legs over the side of the bed, fully expecting to find
himself surrounded by the enemy. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness,
and he picked out the shadowy form of a lampshade. He reached out, almost
knocking the lamp over in his need to shed light on the situation. When the
bulb glowed, he took a quick look around the room, feeling the urge to
ensure he was alone and safe. He didn’t quite dare to rise to his feet
because his legs felt like they’d turned to water.
He missed Kenneth Jeremiah in the worst way all of a sudden, and he was
unable to hide from the truth, that he missed his lover not for Kenneth
Jeremiah’s own sake but because his lover had kept the nightmares at
bay. Ever since being attacked, which had been two months before Kenneth
Jeremiah died, the nightmares had been threatening. But he hadn’t
actually dreamed of what happened until after his beloved was dead. Kenneth
Jeremiah had possessed a rare empathic gift, one that allowed him to soothe
others’ minds.
Sort of like Amir, he thought, but his terror kept him dwelling on the
past.
He was alone in the downstairs bedroom of the house he rented in
Washington, D.C.’s Northwest quarter. Why the hell did it smell of
sex? And why didn’t his ass hurt?
Oliver’s gorge rose. He swallowed against the need to throw up.
Gradually, his stomach settled and new information came to his nose. Yes, it
was his own jizz he smelled on the air, but it was mixed with another
male’s. The aroma didn’t spark a flashback but seemed to wrap
around him, comforting him.
Amir’s scent surrounded him.
He’d had sex, all right, except it had really been making love. There
was no fear or rage clouding the healthy leavings of two werewolves who
cared for each other. They hadn’t gone all the way. Oliver had refused
to claim Amir’s virgin body while they were so spun up from the events
of the last few days and when Oliver himself had been so desperate for
sexual contact that he hadn’t been sure he could be as gentle as was
needed. They’d had oral sex, and now that his head was clearing, he
realized he could taste Amir’s salty spend on his tongue. He licked
his lips, found a little more of the heavenly liquid at one corner, and
closed his eyes to savor it.
His cock stirred, although only a little as he fully realized he was alone
in the bedroom. Where had Amir gone? Had he woken as Oliver had, frightened,
and escaped into the house at large, or to the world beyond these walls?
What if Oliver’s nightmare had been prophetic rather than a misplaced
response to his joy?
He tried to push himself to his feet, but his legs wouldn’t support
him. He flopped back onto the bed. Cursing softly, he performed a quick
self-analysis, looking for sore spots or other indicators he’d been
drugged. He detected nothing. Likewise, he felt no alien presence in his
mind. His psychic shields were up and strong.
Still, his legs trembled. Clutching his knees, he tried to get a handle on
his fear.
It hadn’t been all that long since he’d dreamed of the gang
rape Geoffrey Huntington had led. Maybe only three weeks. Still, he was
shocked every time it recurred. Hadn’t going through it once been
enough? Apparently not for his traumatized body. Oliver could have bested
three out of the four werewolves who raped him during that long five hours,
but he’d surrendered to their brutality to save Kenneth Jeremiah. When
the attack had begun, he’d expected to find Travers and Cobb involved
because they were closer to him in rank, both being lower gammas. But the
three besides Geoffrey, who was the beta of the Kreisha pack, had been Carl,
Matthias, and Scott, all very low-ranked wolves, although not quite
submissive. He’d always thought their ranks were why they’d
participated. Geoffrey might have forced them.
Thinking about that night, all alone in the midst of raving beasts,
wasn’t going to steady his legs. He needed to get himself under
control so he could go looking for Amir and ensure his new lover was
safe.
He forced himself to lie down on the bed. He inhaled Amir’s scent
rising from his pillow, an aroma made of sweat and excitement and just a
touch of disinfectant because Amir was a physician. Oliver breathed in and
out, counting the seconds for each inhale and exhale. He added three seconds
of holding his breath between these two acts and slowly his heartbeat
stopped racing out of control. Amir’s joy and release held a comfort
that Oliver hadn’t found since before the gang rape.
He sat up before that thought could take hold. He focused on the bedroom
door, which was ajar. He did another quick sweep of the room, this time with
nose fully engaged. He didn’t detect any blood or stench of fear. Amir
must have left the room of his own volition.
With this idea in his head, Oliver was finally able to rise. He tugged on
the pants he’d been wearing and started for the hallway. Following
Amir’s scent, he went into the bathroom across the way, where Amir had
apparently washed up because the tang of citrus soap hung in the air. Had he
come out here naked?
Needing to solve that mystery because Amir walking anywhere potentially
public without his clothes didn’t seem like the doctor of magical
creatures at all. Back in the bedroom, however, Oliver saw all of
Amir’s articles of clothing were still there.
Concern reared its ugly head again and he trotted from the room. He stopped
by the front door, but Amir hadn’t come this way. He trailed the scent
of soap to the stairs, and that was where it changed. The addition of
fur’s rich aroma told Oliver Amir had slipped from human guise to
lupine seeming before he went up the staircase to the second floor.
His night vision had fully adjusted to the dimness, and he climbed the
stairs silently, keeping his ears open for Amir or their mutual
patient.
Maybe that was it, he thought as he put his foot on the third step. Their
mutual patient, Tilthos Charles, the alpha above all alphas in the Americas
and Canada, was ill. Amir had managed to rule out any poisons or physical
cause for Tilthos Charles’s growing madness, leaving it to Oliver to
figure out the psychic cause. Oliver hadn’t yet solved the mystery
beyond the realization Tilthos Charles was being forced to share his mind
with five or six other werewolves who meant him harm.
Maybe Tilthos Charles was the reason Amir had left the bedroom and not
because he’d endured a terrible dream. Oliver purposely made a little
noise on the stairs to warn those up on the second floor that he was coming.
He couldn’t quite make himself call out or even whisper. His throat
had tightened, now with nervousness. What had he been thinking, making love
to Amir when they had a patient to look after?
He reached the landing between the first and second floors and paused.
Above him, out of sight because of the construction of the house, he heard a
very quiet growl.
About the Author
Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a
host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,”
Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a
passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central
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For three centuries, Nara’s existence has revolved around providing sexual gratification to men not of her choosing. As a concubine enslaved by a brutal master she knows only as the Conqueror, Nara can do nothing but obey his every cruel whim. But a hundred years ago, Nara discovered where her real talents lie. She can invade dreams; and in those dreams, she’s the one
in control. Not the men whose thoughts she pervades. Not the Conqueror. Just her.
Rafe Osmond is a Dream Walker committed to eradicating every last trace of
dream ragers, those whose dark arts not only terrorize, but also kill
innocent dreamers. After he watches Nara terrifying a man she’s recently
serviced, Rafe sets off after her — with a vengeance. But when he finds
her, he also stumbles upon a long-forgotten temple steeped in ancient
mystery, and a terrifying evil.
Together, Rafe and Nara must destroy a power darker and deadlier than
either of them imagined. But first, Rafe must convince Nara that there is
more to dreams than ravages of pain and whimpers of terror… and to do
that, he has to show her unbelievable pleasure…
EXCERPT
“You think you’re ready for this?”
Rafe Osmond took a deep, steadying breath and closed his eyes. The pillow
beneath his head felt soft and inviting, but his body hummed with
anticipation. How could Master Choeki expect him to fall asleep? He licked
his suddenly dry lips. “I’m ready.”
He felt the dip in the mattress as the Master sat down beside him and
leaned over to light a candle on the nightstand. “Good. Remember what
I’ve taught you.”
“Patience, kindness, strength,” Rafe repeated for the thousandth
time. “We are dream walkers. People count on us to dispel dark dreams,
to preserve their sanity. I won’t forget.”
“And if you encounter a rager?”
“I’ll stop him. At any cost.”
Master Choeki grunted his approval and rose from the bed. “Sleep. I’ll
be here when you return.”
Rafe folded his hands across his chest and waited for sleep to come. He’d
been training at the Dream Academy for three years. Since the day he’d first
presented himself to the Master, they’d entered dreams together, rescued
dreamers from themselves countless times, but they’d never encountered a
rager. Sometimes, Rafe wasn’t sure whether the stories of powerful creatures
who killed humans in their dreams were even true. He’d never seen one. The
Master had told him that when his abilities became strong enough, he’d be
able to sense a rager from a distance, without even having to enter a
dream.
If his current abilities were any indication, it would be a long time
before that happened.
* * *
Rafe didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment he was lying on the
training bed in the Dream Academy, and the next, he was here, standing in a
brightly lit restaurant.
White linen tablecloths, napkins and pristine table settings awaited
patrons, but the place was empty. Crystal glasses caught the light from the
overhead chandelier and fragmented it in a rainbow of colors that splashed
over the pale walls, leading Rafe’s gaze to the large window overlooking the
street. Outside, the city looked deserted. Moonlight played in puddles, and
rain fell with heavy drops on the pavement, but there were no people huddled
under umbrellas, no cabs honking as they sped down city streets.
A soft moan caught his attention, and he spun around quickly, scanning the
restaurant. “Hello? Anyone here?” Another groan echoed through the
room, followed by a giggle and a soft gasp.
Rafe’s pulse raced as he moved forward. Just his luck to stumble into an
erotic dream on his first night alone. He’d encountered a few when
accompanied by Master Choeki, but they’d never lingered long. Sensual dreams
rarely turned into nightmares.
He spotted the couple at last, in a corner booth at the back of the
restaurant. He walked toward them slowly, trying to stay in the shadows as
much as possible. There had to be a reason his dream talent led him here.
Sometimes, his ability to sense nightmares was triggered by a false alarm,
nothing more than a rough edge to sex play. Other times, the possibility of
a nightmare was real. Dreams could turn dark in the blink of an eye, often
without the dreamer’s knowledge or consent. That’s why he was here. To watch
over the dreamer and protect them.
And to destroy dream ragers. The Master’s voice echoed in Rafe’s head, and
he waved it away. He didn’t sense a dream rager. Not that he knew what
sensing one was supposed to feel like, but he assumed it had to be hostile,
dark, powerful. A strong sensation of malevolent evil would crawl up his
spine. There was none of that here. Just two lovers indulging in a little
fun.
He inched closer to get a better look. What could it hurt, lingering for a
moment or two? He’d move on soon. The Master would never know he dallied
here.
He stopped breathing when he caught sight of a woman’s shapely behind. His
cock stiffened instantly as he took in her long legs, wide hips, slender
waist, and smooth coppery skin. Hair the color of dark, rich honey had been
swept into an untidy heap on top of her head. He took another step forward,
hoping for a glimpse of her face. He wished she’d turn around, but she was
busy sucking a stiff cock.
Her lover lay on his back on one of the white linen tablecloths Rafe had
admired earlier, hands folded behind his head, eyes closed, mouth parted in
ecstasy.
Rafe’s hand moved to his cock. He palmed the stiff length, hoping for a
little relief. He knew he should leave, but couldn’t. Not yet. How often
would he have a chance to witness something like this?
The woman released her lover’s cock. It slid from her mouth with a loud
pop, and she turned to face Rafe. Her features were even more beautiful than
he’d expected. Long, black lashes framed gold-rimmed dark eyes. High
cheekbones and full lips suggested an exotic background. He expected ire, or
shock at the very least, but got neither. Instead, she moved forward and
grasped his hand, tugging him close to her. “Are you here to stop
me?”
Rafe’s mouth was suddenly dry. “I’m here to save you.”
She laughed, the sound low and sensual. “Really? My hero.” Her
tone held neither sarcasm nor anger. “I hope you can stay a
while.”
“Who are you?” His thoughts felt sluggish as she pressed her
naked body against him. He felt her hard nipples graze his chest even
through the shirt he wore and he stifled a groan.
“I’m Nara. This is Vince.”
“Vinny,” the man corrected. He sat up, casting a bewildered stare
at Rafe. “Who’s this?”
“Our rescuer, apparently,” Nara said before Rafe could reply.
“Though I’m not yet sure what he’s supposed to be saving us
from.”
With quick, expert motions, she unzipped his jeans and slid them over his
hips. His briefs followed. “I really can’t stay.”
“Sure you can.” She gripped his hand and placed it over her sex.
Shaved bare, her skin felt deliciously warm and all too inviting. His cock
pulsed. A shudder trembled through his body.
It’s only a dream.
Dreams were as real as the dreamer made them. This wasn’t his dream, but it
didn’t mean he couldn’t share in the dreamer’s delight.
Only a dream, he repeated to himself. What can it hurt?
About the Author
Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams — or
more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and
she’s got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny,
peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic,
Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She
currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her mischievous husband and their
loving cat.
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@changelingpress
With his newfound powers, can the new Legacy Wizard save the man he
loves, or will a backward turn of the Wheel of Fortune cost him
everything?
Twisted Fates
A Tales From the
Tarot Book
by Adam J. Ridley
Genre: LGBTQ M/M
Paranormal Romance
With
his newfound powers, can the new Legacy Wizard save the man he loves,
or will a backward turn of the Wheel of Fortune cost him
everything?
In a world where the Wheel of Fortune
spins their destinies, two souls collide in a whirlwind of magic and
desire.
Damian, an ordinary taxi
driver, is thrust into an extraordinary fate when a mysterious ring
transforms him into a legacy wizard, bound to the eternal struggle
between light and darkness.
Owen, a young lawyer, is drawn
into Damian’s world as he untangles the legacy left by Damon’s
predecessor.
When their paths intertwine, a
dangerous attraction ignites, threatening to unravel the delicate
balance Damian must uphold.
With newfound powers at his
command, can Damian protect Owen or will all hope for love and
balance be lost to the darkness?
Twisted Fates is a standalone MM romance novel as part of
the multi-author collaboration Tales from the Tarot. This book is
based on the major arcana card The Wheel of Fortune.
After
years of writing romance under the pen name Blake Allwood, I decided
to pursue my other genre passion, fantasy and science fiction. Adam
J. Ridley is the reality of that pursuit.
My husband of 28 years and I
have had an adventurous life. We’ve had many businesses, we’ve
raised over twelve foster children, two of which we adopted, and had
at least two professional careers.
To say we are people who seek
experiences is an understatement.
As I’ve grown older, my
passions seem to be better reflected in my imagination. Fantasy,
urban fantasy, and science fiction all allow me to escape into
worlds that transcend life. I’ve always been a major lover of
fantasy writing and started reading it at a rather young age.
My husband and I travel
full-time now in our RV (caravan for those not in the United States.)
We’ve been doing this since 2017 and y’all, we love it.
Please join me on Facebook, and
other social media sites. I work hard to be easily accessible to my
readers, cause you all are the reason for all the lovely work!
Beau Brooks The guy of my dreams sweeps me off my feet and over my handlebars, quite literally. But our budding relationship takes a turn when my troubled past resurfaces, shattering any hope for a future. Now, I feel like a hollowed-out version of myself. Memories of piercing blue eyes and sweeping blond hair are all that remain to get me through a day.
I know I have to make peace with my past to move forward into my future. But am I strong enough?
Dash Richmond I’m the tenth child of affluent older parents, confident, and privileged. But the future they see for me isn’t how I want to live my life. A chance encounter with a guy my polar opposite changes my path indefinitely, leading me to the life I’ve always wanted.
When he’s ripped away from me, I vow to wait for his return. Now I’m stuck in limbo, unwilling to give up on him.
Can the friction of life destroy what they shared or is your first true love like gravity—an unending universal law?
The Gravity Series is an unforgettable whirlwind romance chronicling the love of two men over three decades. Friction heats up the scene with passionate alpha males who navigate the often-rocky road to love. Love’s rarely easy, but when it’s true, it’s a battle worth fighting for.
(The Gravity Series is an unforgettable whirlwind romance chronicling the love of two men over three decades. Friction heats up the scene with passionate alpha males who navigate the often-rocky road to love. Love’s rarely easy, but when it’s true, it’s a battle worth fighting for.)
“What’s your deal, Dasham?” Chae asked. Her tone gave away her dawning speculation. Of course, I knew what Chae implied, but I had a lot to consider before I spoke my truth. “My name means the number ten. I’m my parents’ tenth child. I’m also smart,” I answered absently and grinned down at my Sperry shoes. “I skipped a grade in elementary school and I’m on track to graduate high school a semester early with my associate degree.” I lifted my head enough to wink at Chae, trying to hide my smile. “I’m also sporty. I played Lacrosse for my school’s team but stopped because I’m graduating a semester early.” I shifted my gaze to stare at the silhouette of Beau. My breath shuttered again at the nice-looking view. “You know I work for his grandmother?” Chae asked, garnering all my attention. My head whipped her direction. Screw hiding because my dad’s resort rested on my shoulders. Chae had the answers I needed. “Tell me?” I whispered. “His name is Beau Brooks. He’s hot, obviously. Maybe he’d be interested in you because he’s not interested in any of us,” Chae teased, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder and glancing back to the small circle I’d been sitting with. “Not for a lack of tryin’,” Jessica added. Hope built fast. “His grandparents live here. He comes here every June and July but had to go back home in August for football practice. His dad’s a football coach and a massive jerk. He’s really mean. Nobody likes him.” “Yeah, but he and his mom moved here permanently about a week ago,” Jessica said. “You know exactly how long ago they moved here,” Ginny teased, calling Jessica out. “I bet you’re hidin’ in his bushes at night.” “He quit football. Somethin’ happened. I don’t know what,” Chae explained. “Everybody here hopes Josh can talk him into playin’ again. He’s supposed to be really, really good. I believe he’s a tight end or maybe a receiver. He makes lots of touchdowns but also blocks, so whatever position that is,” Ginny said, and glanced over at me for verification. I only shrugged. How did I know? “Josh is my brother. I overheard him and my dad talking about it. They live for football. I don’t,” Ginny said. My gaze turned laser beam focused, willing Beau to look at me. I understood my overwhelming attraction was my limbic system bolting like a speeding bullet causing my body’s extreme physical response. But when he did finally look my way, breath slowly left my lungs. After a moment’s stare, I decided there was no question that he was looking at me. Words like fate and destiny shouted from every fiber of my being. This was the most significant moment of my life. If souls were real, mine did loops around Beau’s, trying to rope us together.
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.
