Friday, June 30, 2017
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Sunday Spotlight - Maggie Walsh and Fate (Angel Pack, 14)
Welcome Maggie Walsh back to Sunday Spotlight! She's sharing a bit from her newest title- Fate, The Angle Pack 14
Castiel Angel gave up his mate to save those he loves. Then two strangers, Shay and Kia, show up, bringing unique powers to the Angel Pack that can help them, as well as put Cass’s dark past to rest.
While on a mission from the council, fae warrior Sasha comes across a disturbing discovery. In the midst of the horror, he finds a small, terrified man that is the spitting image of one of the packs inner family.
Kia uses his powers to explore Cass’s past, and dark secrets are revealed. Raffy decides to take matters into his own hands and hunt down the brother who died so long ago, and make him pay for the evil he has done. But the pits of hell are no place for someone so pure of heart.
Will they be able to find Raffy before the demons of hell swallow him up? And can Cass ever move on from his own demons and grab onto his future...with his mates?
Note: This book contains double penetration.
Excerpt:
Kia grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured some into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, getting a nice lather, then placed his hands on Castiel’s back and began to wash him. Kia loved feeling all those hard muscles flex and relax under his touch. He slid his hands up to Castiel’s neck, then down his broad shoulders, and thick biceps, before sliding back up the underside of his arms, and moving down Castiel’s sides to his hips. Kia’s hand glided over taut skin to Castiel’s muscled globes, and he washed the sexy, slightly furry cheeks. His slick hand slid between those gorgeous globes as Kia cleaned Castiel’s most intimate spot.
“Mmm, feels good, my Kia. Don’t stop, baby,” Castiel growled.
The sound was so arousing, Kia’s cock jerked in interest. He gently rubbed the tight star, and was shocked when his big, strong mate pushed his ass back, forcing Kia’s finger to slide into his hole. Kia froze. He didn’t know what to do. He did know what to do, of course, because he had done it to Shay enough times, but this was not Shay. Castiel was a big enforcer and surely would never bottom.
Castiel turned his head, looking at him over his shoulder, and giving Kia a sexy smile. Cass reached up with one arm and grabbed the back of his head. “Do it, sweet pea. Shove those fingers inside me and stretch me. Get me ready for your pretty cock. I want to feel you inside me,” Castiel said in a rough, husky voice, then pulled Kia’s head close and devoured his lips. Kia’s knees almost gave out on him from the intensity of the kiss. The fact that Castiel was willing to let Kia fuck him was a big, but welcome, surprise. He had never in a million years thought that their enforcer mate, who was full of testosterone, would ever bottom.
“I believe a mating should be all of us sharing in everything with one another.” Castiel pulled back, releasing him, and met his shocked gaze.
Kia’s brows rose in surprise. “You do? You mean…”
“Yes, Kia,” Castiel answered simply, then turned back around and picked Shay up, pressing his back against the tiles, as Shay wrapped his legs around Castiel’s waist.
Kia was nervous as hell as he reached out a shaky hand and grabbed the bottle of lube they kept in the shower. He popped the top and poured some of the slick onto his fingers. Cass held his hand out. “Let me have some of that, baby. I’ll stretch Shay, while you open me up.”
Kia poured some on Castiel’s fingers then watched in fascination as Cass slid his hand under Shay and started playing with Shay’s ass. Kia absently put the tube back on the shelf, his head fuzzy and confused by this turn of events. His large mate, all hard, tough, and growly man, wanted him to fuck him.
“Come on, baby. I want to feel you inside me as I slide into Shay,” Castiel panted.
Kia shook his head, coming out of his thoughts, and focused on the moment. Even though he was shocked, he could hear it in Castiel’s voice that he wanted this, and Kia was surprised at the realization that he did, too.
Kia pressed his slick fingers against Cass’s puckered hole again, and pushed one in past the outer ring, sliding it in completely. The moan Castiel released was so damn deep and sexy, Kia almost came just from the sound. Slowly he thrust the finger in and out a few times before adding a second, then started to lick and nibble all the sexy muscles across Castiel’s back.
Kia wanted to cover his mate in licks and kisses. He lost himself in the taste of Castiel’s skin, the sounds of the three of them panting and moaning, and the feel of Castiel’s hot channel gripping his fingers. After Kia had three fingers moving in and out of his mate without any resistance, he knew Castiel was ready. He pulled his fingers free and wrapped his hand around his hard, leaking cock, using the slick that was left on his hand to coat his shaft.
“Now, baby,” Cass demanded gently.
Kia watched as Shay’s head dropped back against the tiles behind him and his mouth opened with an almost silent cry. Castiel thrust his hips forward and Kia knew his big mate had just impaled Shay. Kia looked down at Castiel’s ass, and those muscled cheeks were flexed and tight. Kia was smaller than his mate and wondered how he was going to breach him.
He shouldn’t have worried. It was as if Castiel had read his mind. Castiel gripped Shay tight and spun them, then placed Shay on the edge of the tiled bench against the other wall. Shay lay back and arched his back up as he cried out his pleasure. Castiel looked back at him again. “Come on, baby, join us.”
Cass leaned forward, lying over Shay as Kia stepped closer. He grabbed the base of his cock and angled the head toward his mate. Kia’s breath hitched and his hand shook. Suddenly he found himself so nervous he thought he might throw up. But then Castiel’s next words eased some of his nerves. “You feel so fucking good, Shay. I can’t wait to feel Kia inside me so that we’ll all be joined together.”
Kia slid the tip between those furry cheeks, and ran it up and down the crease a few times, then stopped at the puckered hole, pressing forward. “Shit!” Kia cursed loudly in surprise. He had expected more resistance from Castiel’s body and thought he would go slow, but as he pressed forward he immediately popped through the guarding muscle and slid fully inside Castiel in one swift move, until his balls slapped against Castiel’s heavy sac. Kia had to grab his mate’s hips to steady himself.
“Fuck, yes,” Castiel hissed between clenched teeth, then pushed back against Kia and swiveled his hips.
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Friday, June 23, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
New Release - Taken by the Caveman by Jayson Jax
Hi y'all! My friend Jayson Jax has a new release today. I've worked with Jayson to develop this story and, if you really liked some of the earlier Kelex erotica, you might dig this.
Part of this story was released a year ago, but it was re-release with TEP -- deeply edited and the story MORE than doubled. I really like the slight shift in direction and the HFN ending!
Sir Ian stood at his side. “You’re looking at three decades worth of science.”
Carter tilted his head to the side. “Culminating in wh...”
The question died on his lips as he saw a living, breathing example of what had to be an archaic human walking through the vegetation close to the windows.
The dark-skinned male was naked, dirty, and his hair was unkempt. And he was small—too small to be homo erectus. But the male’s brow ridge was heavy and his body tight and compact. Everything else told Carter this was a real live caveman.
He spun to face Sir Ian. “What in the hell is this place?”
“I’ve always been captivated by history. It has sent me on journeys into the unknown, but there was always one time period that fascinated me—the Paleolithic. I funded some swindler many, many years before who claimed to have a working model to support his theories on time travel, but that never panned out. Then I came across information about cloning. I decided that cloning would be my means to seek out the past—by creating my own cavemen to study.”
Carter felt as if his eyes were bugging out of his head. His heart beat too quickly in his chest, the thumping almost painful. “This specimen is too small to be homo erectus, yet he has all the other signs.”
“The early DNA samples we were able to get our hands on were incomplete,” Sir Ian said. “We had to fill in a few of the gaps with our own DNA. As a result, many are smaller than the average erectus. Some of our newer generations are larger thanks to better samples.”
“Newer generations?” Carter spluttered. “How many specimens do you have?”
Sir Ian smiled. “Of the homo erectus or all of our specimens?”
All of their specimens? “How many different species of man did you clone from?”
“This is the erectus exhibit. We have at least twenty specimens who call this home. There are a dozen Neanderthals in another sanctuary. And we even have thirty-five of your homo idaltu. Although there were forty, up until a few months ago.”
“What happened to the other five?” Carter asked as he stared, transfixed by the caveman before him. The specimen was stalking a small mammal it seemed, carrying a prehistoric stone spear in his grip. “Did he fashion this weapon or did you provide it for him?”
“As far as the tool—he, as well as the others, have made many of their own tools without our involvement. All we provide is the natural setting, the walls around it, the stream of clean water, and the wild game.”
“There are walls keeping them inside a boundary?”
“Indeed. I can’t have them escaping my island,” Sir Ian said.
It was a game preserve… a Jurassic Park for ancient humans. And he knew how those movies ended. Badly, with lots of torment and pain. Yet here he was, staring at a living, breathing caveman. How many questions he could have answered… and how many new ones would arise. This was an experience of a lifetime, one he had to hold on to.
“What of my other question? How did the five die?”
“What happened to the other five is what you’re here for,” Sir Ian said mysteriously.
Carter had to know what he was getting into. “Plague? Disease? Did they murder one another?”
“One of our specimens seems to be a bit… off.”
A frown crossed Carter’s face. He needed more than that. If he was putting himself in danger by accepting the position, he deserved to know. “And this specimen… he killed the others?”
Sir Ian frowned. “Not exactly… but he was a cause of their demise.”
“What is it you think I can do here?” Carter asked.
“Follow me,” Sir Ian said.
Carter stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, unsure if he should go. Ultimately, his curiosity won out and he followed Sir Ian through the doors they’d entered. They made a few turns and took another set of steps before coming to a small metal door. Sir Ian turned the metal wheel in the middle of the ship-like door before he opened it, a creaking sound echoing around them.
“Take a look inside,” Sir Ian said.
Carter took a couple of steps closer, but the interior was quite dark. “What am I looking at?”
“You have to get closer,” Sir Ian said.
Carter glanced at the man before taking a couple more steps. He peered through the door, yet still saw nothing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to—”
A push between the shoulder blades had him falling through the door and down several meters. He slammed into the floor on his side, the pain radiating through his arm and hip.
Yet it wasn’t quite a floor.
It was dirty—damp—and he was quite sure there were things slithering in what felt like leaves. As quickly as he could, he jumped to his feet and looked up toward the door he’d fallen through. Sir Ian’s head poked out of the low light—the only light.
His rolled his shoulders, the sensation of a hand still there between his shoulder blades. Surely Sir Ian hadn’t pushed him in. It had to have been his imagination.
Part of this story was released a year ago, but it was re-release with TEP -- deeply edited and the story MORE than doubled. I really like the slight shift in direction and the HFN ending!
Carter Burke has spent much of his life learning about
the past—specifically, Paleolithic Man. When an amazing opportunity for
research crosses his path, he can’t say no.
Once on Sir Ian Gallagher’s Caribbean island, he learns the opportunity isn’t quite what he expected. Sir Ian is a modern day Moreau, but instead of deadly genetic experiments on animals, Sir Ian has focused his attentions on the caveman.
Tossed into one of Sir Ian’s experimental habitats, Carter must defend himself against the lusts the lonely inhabitant has—only to find he must fight his own as well… when he’s taken by the caveman.
Carter walked closer to the window, watching as thin lines of smoke drifted toward the sky from those caves. “What am I looking at?”
Once on Sir Ian Gallagher’s Caribbean island, he learns the opportunity isn’t quite what he expected. Sir Ian is a modern day Moreau, but instead of deadly genetic experiments on animals, Sir Ian has focused his attentions on the caveman.
Tossed into one of Sir Ian’s experimental habitats, Carter must defend himself against the lusts the lonely inhabitant has—only to find he must fight his own as well… when he’s taken by the caveman.
And wherever fine e-books are sold!
Sir Ian stood at his side. “You’re looking at three decades worth of science.”
Carter tilted his head to the side. “Culminating in wh...”
The question died on his lips as he saw a living, breathing example of what had to be an archaic human walking through the vegetation close to the windows.
The dark-skinned male was naked, dirty, and his hair was unkempt. And he was small—too small to be homo erectus. But the male’s brow ridge was heavy and his body tight and compact. Everything else told Carter this was a real live caveman.
He spun to face Sir Ian. “What in the hell is this place?”
“I’ve always been captivated by history. It has sent me on journeys into the unknown, but there was always one time period that fascinated me—the Paleolithic. I funded some swindler many, many years before who claimed to have a working model to support his theories on time travel, but that never panned out. Then I came across information about cloning. I decided that cloning would be my means to seek out the past—by creating my own cavemen to study.”
Carter felt as if his eyes were bugging out of his head. His heart beat too quickly in his chest, the thumping almost painful. “This specimen is too small to be homo erectus, yet he has all the other signs.”
“The early DNA samples we were able to get our hands on were incomplete,” Sir Ian said. “We had to fill in a few of the gaps with our own DNA. As a result, many are smaller than the average erectus. Some of our newer generations are larger thanks to better samples.”
“Newer generations?” Carter spluttered. “How many specimens do you have?”
Sir Ian smiled. “Of the homo erectus or all of our specimens?”
All of their specimens? “How many different species of man did you clone from?”
“This is the erectus exhibit. We have at least twenty specimens who call this home. There are a dozen Neanderthals in another sanctuary. And we even have thirty-five of your homo idaltu. Although there were forty, up until a few months ago.”
“What happened to the other five?” Carter asked as he stared, transfixed by the caveman before him. The specimen was stalking a small mammal it seemed, carrying a prehistoric stone spear in his grip. “Did he fashion this weapon or did you provide it for him?”
“As far as the tool—he, as well as the others, have made many of their own tools without our involvement. All we provide is the natural setting, the walls around it, the stream of clean water, and the wild game.”
“There are walls keeping them inside a boundary?”
“Indeed. I can’t have them escaping my island,” Sir Ian said.
It was a game preserve… a Jurassic Park for ancient humans. And he knew how those movies ended. Badly, with lots of torment and pain. Yet here he was, staring at a living, breathing caveman. How many questions he could have answered… and how many new ones would arise. This was an experience of a lifetime, one he had to hold on to.
“What of my other question? How did the five die?”
“What happened to the other five is what you’re here for,” Sir Ian said mysteriously.
Carter had to know what he was getting into. “Plague? Disease? Did they murder one another?”
“One of our specimens seems to be a bit… off.”
A frown crossed Carter’s face. He needed more than that. If he was putting himself in danger by accepting the position, he deserved to know. “And this specimen… he killed the others?”
Sir Ian frowned. “Not exactly… but he was a cause of their demise.”
“What is it you think I can do here?” Carter asked.
“Follow me,” Sir Ian said.
Carter stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, unsure if he should go. Ultimately, his curiosity won out and he followed Sir Ian through the doors they’d entered. They made a few turns and took another set of steps before coming to a small metal door. Sir Ian turned the metal wheel in the middle of the ship-like door before he opened it, a creaking sound echoing around them.
“Take a look inside,” Sir Ian said.
Carter took a couple of steps closer, but the interior was quite dark. “What am I looking at?”
“You have to get closer,” Sir Ian said.
Carter glanced at the man before taking a couple more steps. He peered through the door, yet still saw nothing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to—”
A push between the shoulder blades had him falling through the door and down several meters. He slammed into the floor on his side, the pain radiating through his arm and hip.
Yet it wasn’t quite a floor.
It was dirty—damp—and he was quite sure there were things slithering in what felt like leaves. As quickly as he could, he jumped to his feet and looked up toward the door he’d fallen through. Sir Ian’s head poked out of the low light—the only light.
His rolled his shoulders, the sensation of a hand still there between his shoulder blades. Surely Sir Ian hadn’t pushed him in. It had to have been his imagination.
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Sunday, June 18, 2017
Sunday Spotlight - Guest Author Hayden West and The Prince's Mate
Welcome Hayden West back to my site for another Sunday Spotlight!
Hayden is sharing a bit from The Prince's Mate, a new serial gay paranormal romance...
In Alaska for a vacation, Zachary Adan, runs into a man
who will change his life. All it takes is one night run on the slopes
and everything he has known and believed is brought into question.
Chase often comes to this resort when he wants to get away from his
responsibilities. This time, he meets his mate and understands why he
was drawn back so soon.
During a night run, opposing forces attack them and sooner than he
wished, he must reveal to Zach who he truly is; Prince Chamber Sept
Mallo. Not only must he keep his mate alive so he can take his place on
the throne, but he must also convince the man to stay with him for the
rest of their lives.
Buy it wherever e-books are sold!
Check out an exclusive first glimpse HERE
Friday, June 16, 2017
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Sunday Spotlight - Stormy Glenn and Inheriting You
Welcome Stormy Glenn to Sunday Spotlight! Her new release Inheriting You
[Erotic, Mpreg, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
STORY EXCERPT
Ivo was anxious, worried that this meeting would change the whole course of his life. Logically, he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't make the feeling go away. He was headed to see a lawyer, after all. That thought alone kept the knot twisted tight in his stomach.
He smiled at the pretty brunette behind the receptionist's desk. "Hello. My name is Ivo Koubek. I have a two o'clock appointment with Mr. Berkshire."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Koubek, Mr. Berkshire is expecting you." She smiled widely as she waved her hand toward the seats by the door. "Please, have a seat and I will inform him that you have arrived."
Wow, she was perky.
"Thank you." Ivo sent her a friendly smile before turning and going to sit down. He tried not to let his nervousness show as he sat there and waited. He didn't have long to wait. He barely got comfortable before he heard his name being called out.
"Mr. Koubek?" an older man dressed in a dark, expensive-looking suit asked as he walked out of the corridor to the left of the receptionist's desk. Even his shoes looked expensive, and they were as polished as the marble flooring.
"Yes." Ivo stood, casually wiping his hand on his pants before shaking the extended hand. "Can you tell me why you wanted to meet with me?"
"Why don't we talk in my office?" Mr. Berkshire stepped aside, extending an arm, indicating which way he wanted Ivo to go.
The guy seemed friendly enough, but Ivo was still worried.
Once they reached the man's very posh corner office, Mr. Berkshire waved to one of the leather chairs in front of his glass-and-chrome desk. "Can I offer you something to drink? Some coffee maybe?"
"Do you have any water?" Ivo's nervousness had dried out his throat. He was surprised dust wasn't coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Yes, of course." The man hit a button on his phone. "Darcy, please bring Mr. Koubek a bottle of water."
"Right away, sir."
"Now." The man seemed even more imposing when he sat behind his large desk than he did when Ivo shook his hand. "Thank you for meeting with me so quickly. The matter I need to discuss with you is time sensitive."
Ivo's throat grew even drier. His heart thumped wildly in his chest at the many possibilities of why he was there. "Is someone suing me? Because I don't have a lot of money, and—"
Mr. Berkshire held up his hand. "No, no, not at all. I apologize if I gave that impression."
Ivo's confusion grew as he frowned at the lawyer. "Then why am I here?"
"Do you know a Mr. Maxmilián Vítkovský?"
"Max? Yeah. He's my next door neighbor."
Mr. Berkshire clasped his hands together and let them rest on the desk in front of him. "I'm sorry to say that Mr. Vítkovský passed away two days ago."
"Mr. Vítkovský passed away?" Ivo felt a pang in his chest from the loss of the older man who seemed to always be there. He played chess with Max almost every Sunday and had helped his neighbor with getting groceries and stuff. Max had been a nice old man. "How did he die?"
"Natural causes."
Made sense. Max had been older than dirt. He had moved into the apartment down the hall from Ivo when Ivo was a child. Ivo had grown up listening to the stories Max told of his homeland, wishing he could visit the places Max described to him.
"The reason I asked you here is that Mr. Vítkovský has left the bulk of his estate to you, with one provision. He asks that you return him to his place of birth."
"Prague?"
"Yes."
Ivo had to think about that for a minute. Prague. That was half way across the world. He didn't even have a passport or a visa or even a suitcase.
Mr. Berkshire pulled a manila envelope out of a file on his desk and handed it over. "If you choose to go, I've been instructed to give you this. It contains directions to Mr. Vítkovský's estate in Prague as well as a letter that he wishes to be buried with him."
His eyebrows rose. "A letter?"
"Yes, I have not personally read the letter, but I believe it came from someone Mr. Vítkovský cared about many years ago, someone who passed away before Mr. Vítkovský arrived in the United States."
A love letter from a lost love? That was both sad and sweet.
"Mr. Vítkovský's will specifically states that you are not required to go to Prague in order to receive your inheritance. That was a personal request by Mr. Vítkovský."
Ivo shook his head. "This isn't about that. I don't have a passport or anything, and I would have to take time off from work and everything. I'm just not sure I can do it."
He had bills to pay.
"That is your choice of course," Mr. Berkshire said, but Ivo could hear the censure in his voice.
"How long do you think a trip like that would take?" he asked.
"No more than a few days, I should think, Mr. Koubek."
"I could ask my boss for the time off, but—"
"Mr. Koubek, I'm not sure you understand. Mr. Vítkovský left you his entire estate. You could take all the time off you needed."
"No, I got that, but what are we talking here? A couple of hundred dollars and some antique furniture?" Mr. Vítkovský had lived what seemed like a simple life. While his apartment was always well kept, there was nothing in it that would draw the interest of burglars.
"No, Mr. Koubek, we're talking several hundred million dollars."
Ivo stared, unblinking. He knew he had to have heard that wrong. "Could you repeat that?"
"Mr. Vítkovský was quite well off, Mr. Koubek. Between his investments and his holdings both here and abroad, he was worth several hundred million dollars. He left all of that to you, Mr. Koubek. You are his sole beneficiary. You inherit everything."
Ivo swallowed tightly. "I guess I need to get a passport."
[Erotic, Mpreg, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
Ivo Koubek has no idea how much one meeting will change the entire course of his life. Finding out that his kindly neighbor has left him a fortune is astounding. Fulfilling the man's last request to be returned to the land of his birth seems easy enough. Little does Ivo know how much that one trip will change his life.
Vitki is the Dýka, the dagger that seeks vengeance, the right hand of the king. Given an order to protect Ivo with his life, Vitki knows he has a fight ahead of him. Someone wants to keep Ivo from claiming his rightful place in the Vítkovský Klan and they're willing to kill in order to prevent it. It's up to Vitki to make sure Ivo can claim his inheritance, or die trying.
STORY EXCERPT
Ivo was anxious, worried that this meeting would change the whole course of his life. Logically, he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't make the feeling go away. He was headed to see a lawyer, after all. That thought alone kept the knot twisted tight in his stomach.
He smiled at the pretty brunette behind the receptionist's desk. "Hello. My name is Ivo Koubek. I have a two o'clock appointment with Mr. Berkshire."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Koubek, Mr. Berkshire is expecting you." She smiled widely as she waved her hand toward the seats by the door. "Please, have a seat and I will inform him that you have arrived."
Wow, she was perky.
"Thank you." Ivo sent her a friendly smile before turning and going to sit down. He tried not to let his nervousness show as he sat there and waited. He didn't have long to wait. He barely got comfortable before he heard his name being called out.
"Mr. Koubek?" an older man dressed in a dark, expensive-looking suit asked as he walked out of the corridor to the left of the receptionist's desk. Even his shoes looked expensive, and they were as polished as the marble flooring.
"Yes." Ivo stood, casually wiping his hand on his pants before shaking the extended hand. "Can you tell me why you wanted to meet with me?"
"Why don't we talk in my office?" Mr. Berkshire stepped aside, extending an arm, indicating which way he wanted Ivo to go.
The guy seemed friendly enough, but Ivo was still worried.
Once they reached the man's very posh corner office, Mr. Berkshire waved to one of the leather chairs in front of his glass-and-chrome desk. "Can I offer you something to drink? Some coffee maybe?"
"Do you have any water?" Ivo's nervousness had dried out his throat. He was surprised dust wasn't coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Yes, of course." The man hit a button on his phone. "Darcy, please bring Mr. Koubek a bottle of water."
"Right away, sir."
"Now." The man seemed even more imposing when he sat behind his large desk than he did when Ivo shook his hand. "Thank you for meeting with me so quickly. The matter I need to discuss with you is time sensitive."
Ivo's throat grew even drier. His heart thumped wildly in his chest at the many possibilities of why he was there. "Is someone suing me? Because I don't have a lot of money, and—"
Mr. Berkshire held up his hand. "No, no, not at all. I apologize if I gave that impression."
Ivo's confusion grew as he frowned at the lawyer. "Then why am I here?"
"Do you know a Mr. Maxmilián Vítkovský?"
"Max? Yeah. He's my next door neighbor."
Mr. Berkshire clasped his hands together and let them rest on the desk in front of him. "I'm sorry to say that Mr. Vítkovský passed away two days ago."
"Mr. Vítkovský passed away?" Ivo felt a pang in his chest from the loss of the older man who seemed to always be there. He played chess with Max almost every Sunday and had helped his neighbor with getting groceries and stuff. Max had been a nice old man. "How did he die?"
"Natural causes."
Made sense. Max had been older than dirt. He had moved into the apartment down the hall from Ivo when Ivo was a child. Ivo had grown up listening to the stories Max told of his homeland, wishing he could visit the places Max described to him.
"The reason I asked you here is that Mr. Vítkovský has left the bulk of his estate to you, with one provision. He asks that you return him to his place of birth."
"Prague?"
"Yes."
Ivo had to think about that for a minute. Prague. That was half way across the world. He didn't even have a passport or a visa or even a suitcase.
Mr. Berkshire pulled a manila envelope out of a file on his desk and handed it over. "If you choose to go, I've been instructed to give you this. It contains directions to Mr. Vítkovský's estate in Prague as well as a letter that he wishes to be buried with him."
His eyebrows rose. "A letter?"
"Yes, I have not personally read the letter, but I believe it came from someone Mr. Vítkovský cared about many years ago, someone who passed away before Mr. Vítkovský arrived in the United States."
A love letter from a lost love? That was both sad and sweet.
"Mr. Vítkovský's will specifically states that you are not required to go to Prague in order to receive your inheritance. That was a personal request by Mr. Vítkovský."
Ivo shook his head. "This isn't about that. I don't have a passport or anything, and I would have to take time off from work and everything. I'm just not sure I can do it."
He had bills to pay.
"That is your choice of course," Mr. Berkshire said, but Ivo could hear the censure in his voice.
"How long do you think a trip like that would take?" he asked.
"No more than a few days, I should think, Mr. Koubek."
"I could ask my boss for the time off, but—"
"Mr. Koubek, I'm not sure you understand. Mr. Vítkovský left you his entire estate. You could take all the time off you needed."
"No, I got that, but what are we talking here? A couple of hundred dollars and some antique furniture?" Mr. Vítkovský had lived what seemed like a simple life. While his apartment was always well kept, there was nothing in it that would draw the interest of burglars.
"No, Mr. Koubek, we're talking several hundred million dollars."
Ivo stared, unblinking. He knew he had to have heard that wrong. "Could you repeat that?"
"Mr. Vítkovský was quite well off, Mr. Koubek. Between his investments and his holdings both here and abroad, he was worth several hundred million dollars. He left all of that to you, Mr. Koubek. You are his sole beneficiary. You inherit everything."
Ivo swallowed tightly. "I guess I need to get a passport."
Friday, June 9, 2017
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
New Release: A Decision for One Bear (Bear Mountain, 20)
Bear shifters Ari and Nikos are attacked in the middle of the night, only to be saved by a group of shifters and taken to find sanctuary in Bear Mountain. Neither of them can believe a place like it could exist—a world apart from the human one where they can be free to be who they are.
It almost feels too perfect, and cynic Ari struggles to accept that Bear Mountain could be home…
Until the pair finds their mate amongst the residents.
Omega Cotton doesn’t want to believe it. He loves Dillon and has set his sights on having the male for his own. While Dillon is away on an errand for the alpha, Ari and Nikos press their case, confusing Cotton’s already raw feelings.
When Dillon hears the news that Cotton will be claimed, the bear loses his mind. Dillon lost his heart to Cotton, as well—but he knows the omega deserves happiness. How can Dillon ask Cotton to turn his back on his fate and choose him instead?
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Dillon
looked at the touch screen of his cell and saw Tyler’s name. He was in no mood
for his pain in the ass brother, so he ignored the call and went back to
drawing the mock-up of the entrance gate. When the phone vibrated again seconds
later and he saw Tyler’s name again, he shoved the cell back into his pocket.
By
the third time, he wondered if there truly was some kind of emergency and
ultimately clicked through to the call.
“This
better be important,” Dillon snapped.
“You
might want to wrap up that trip of yours as soon as possible, little brother.”
Dillon
frowned. “Why’s that?”
“Cotton’s
mates just showed up to town.”
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Can't wait for Amazon? A Decision for One Bear (Bear Mountain, 20) is out at TEP!
Bear shifters Ari and Nikos are attacked in the middle of the night, only to be saved by a group of shifters and taken to find sanctuary in Bear Mountain. Neither of them can believe a place like it could exist—a world apart from the human one where they can be free to be who they are.
It almost feels too perfect, and cynic Ari struggles to accept that Bear Mountain could be home…
Until the pair finds their mate amongst the residents.
Omega Cotton doesn’t want to believe it. He loves Dillon and has set his sights on having the male for his own. While Dillon is away on an errand for the alpha, Ari and Nikos press their case, confusing Cotton’s already raw feelings.
When Dillon hears the news that Cotton will be claimed, the bear loses his mind. Dillon lost his heart to Cotton, as well—but he knows the omega deserves happiness.
How can Dillon ask Cotton to turn his back on his fate and choose him instead?
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Sunday, June 4, 2017
Guest Author - KM Neuhold & Heathens Ink
Rescue Me (Heathens Ink, 1)
$2.99 or FREE on KINDLE UNLIMITED!
“Your life can change in an instant”~
Madden
I never thought a night out could change
everything. All I wanted was to dance, drink, maybe take a cute guy home for a
night of fun. I met the guy, but the night ended as a nightmare. Screams, and
blood, and tragedy haunt my dreams. I'm alive and I owe it all to the gorgeous
marine who refused to leave me for dead. But how can I start a new relationship
when I'm not even sure who I am anymore?
“I'll always save you” ~Thane
After a long work week all I wanted was to let
my hair down and to meet a nice guy. When I laid eyes on the gorgeous, tattooed
man at the bar, I had to have him. I never would have thought the night could
end in such horror. I saved his life, and I swear I'll save him as many times
as I have to. Even if it means saving him from himself.
**This is the first book in the Heathens Ink
series in which every book can be read as a stand alone.
CAUTION: this book is recommended for readers
18+ and does contain one scene of graphic violence that may disturb some
readers. And, in case it wasn't clear from the description, this is an M/M
romance, man parts will be touching.
Excerpt:
I
wake up in a cozy cocoon of sleepy happiness. I haven’t slept that well in
weeks. I’m guessing I owe the good night sleep and full body satisfaction to
the phenomenal orgasm. Although, the gorgeous man pressed up against my back
might have something to do with it, too. Thane’s nose nuzzles against the back
of my neck and he lets out a contented sigh and starts to trace little circles on
my hipbone with his thumb.
“Morning,”
I murmur, unwilling to even roll over and ruin this perfect moment.
“Mmmm,
good morning,” Thane hums, trailing gentle kisses along my shoulder.
At
least there’s no morning after awkwardness. However, I’m loath to have the
‘what does this mean’ talk. Maybe we can put it off for a little while.
“Will
I be showing my hand too much if I ask what last night means?” Thane asks.
Fuck.
I
let out a sigh and force myself to wriggle out of his grasp enough to roll over
and face him. I wince as I shuffle around in the bed, putting too much weight
briefly on my bad leg. Once I’m settled I lay my head back on the pillow and
take a moment to get lost in Thane’s pretty blue eyes.
“I
like you a lot,” I start and Thane frowns. “No pouty faces. It’s not a brush
off, I’m stating a fact. I like you a lot.”
Thane
relaxes a fraction and brings his hand up to cup my jaw, running a thumb
through my morning stubble.
“I
like you a lot too, Madden.”
Now
comes the hard part.
“If
this were any other circumstances you’d have to have me surgically removed in
order to get rid of me. I’d be pulling out all the stops to make you my
boyfriend.”
“But…?”
Thane’s expression returns to wariness.
“My
head isn’t on straight right now. I’m afraid that if we start something right
now it’ll be doomed before we even start.”
Thane
sighs and his eyes fill with a sad resignation.
“I
know."
Going Commando (Heathens Ink, 2)
Coming June 6th, available for pre-order now!
“I never thought I could want anyone as
much as I wanted Nash, then I met you”~Royal
When I was sixteen I was afflicted with a
terrible curse...I fell in love with my straight best friend. I never thought
I’d move past my feelings for Nash and find someone who could love me in
return, until the day a gorgeous marine plopped himself down in my chair and
asked me to ink him. I’m falling fast for Zade, but my feelings for Nash are
still very real. When life starts getting complicated and Nash speaks the words
I never thought I’d hear, the only thing I want is for us to find a way to make
this work...together.
“What if I told you, you'd never have to
choose?”~Zade
I thought I’d stay in the marines for life, that
was the plan. But after a traumatic event I couldn’t make myself re-enlist when
my contract was up. Confused and unsure what to do next I called up my best
friend for a place to stay. What I didn’t count on was my best friend’s
boyfriend practically throwing a sexy tattoo artist at me to keep me busy.
Royal is everything I’ve ever wanted and his roommate, Nash, is starting to
grow on me, too.
“A few weeks ago I thought I was straight. Now
I'm sandwiched between two sweaty men. Can't say I do anything half-assed.”
~Nash
Of course I’ve noticed that my best friend,
Royal is crazy good looking. I have eyes, that doesn’t mean I’m into guys.
Although, when I start to notice that his new boyfriend, Zade, is pretty hot
too, that makes me start to question things a little. Not to mention the dreams
I keep having of the three of us together. I’m willing to try if they are.
**This is NOT a love triangle, just good old fashioned man-on-man-on-man love
**Every book in the Heathens Ink series can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s way more fun to read them in order.
Excerpt:
If I’m being honest it’s not even jealousy. I
don’t have the urge to march over there and stake a claim on either one of them
or anything so caveman-ish. I want to kiss them, too. I want Zade to set Royal
down when they’re finished kissing, grab me by the back of the neck the way he
does to Royal, and pull me into a kiss of my own.
Yes,
I want to kiss Zade, but I also want to taste Royal on his lips. Having one man
without the other feels like only half of what I’m desperate for.
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Sunday Spotlight
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Damn He's Fine...
I just want to spend the rest of the day licking my screen. Well, I'd much rather be licking him, but you get the idea.
I might have to use him as a muse for an upcoming story! With a little chest hair, he'd make a perfect BEAR!
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Hot Men,
Lord Have Mercy
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