Micah and Erik Are Exactly Perfect For Each Other But Can They Get Through The Pain? Heart's Volition by Frey Ortega

Blurb

Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.

Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.

In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.



Story Excerpt:

Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.
It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.

The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.

Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.

And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.

Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.

Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.

Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.

Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.

Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.

Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.

Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.

“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”

“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.

“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”

“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.
“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”

“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”


Adult Excerpt:

The world around Micah was reduced to the sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.

Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his mate’s nails scrape against the wood.

“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.

“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had. His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face. “Your hair is, though.”

“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more, lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment, though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah bounce slightly from the force.

“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!” Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.

“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a whisper.

“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you just call me Micah?”

Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t. You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on, Micah. Look at me.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t have looked.

Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame. Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to perspire just a bit.

Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward, crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.

Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either. Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.

From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it was a wonder he was still alive.

True, he’d already been weak and starving for some time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.

Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”

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Author Bio

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/

Email him at: freyortegawrites@gmail.com

You can like his Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega/. 

His Facebook profile is https://www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites/.

Ride The Roan Stud by Stevie Klark

Blurb

On a vision quest, Ghost Walker succumbs to the harsh desert of the Four Corners badlands. With death's talons striking, he is rescued by a mustang. Orphaned at a young age, Ghost was adopted by the mysterious Olaloxie. His life has been a lonely one. Now Ghost Walker faces being shunned ­­if he survives.

Horse shapeshifter Grant Thunderhead is drumming the desert floor with his hooves to bring the rains. He senses an intruder trigger the force field protecting his steam engine caverns. Investigating, Grant finds a beautiful unusual man near death. To care for Ghost, Grant takes him to his ranch. 

Conflicted because of his unexpected attraction, Grant faces the situation, discovering only Ghost can rescue his heart. However, Ghost overhears an argument between Grant and his sister, and leaves. Grant chases Ghost through a thunderstorm. When he learns his niece is trapped by flash flooding, Grant knows he must find Ghost first, if he is to save the child.

Adult Excerpt

The vision of the tented blanket refused to leave his mind’s eye. In a battle with his emotions, Grant filled the pitcher. He added colloidal silver for good measure since the natural substance would help Ghost Walker’s immune system.

 Intent on controlling himself, and making his recuperating guest as comfortable as possible, he padded back to the spare room. Grant didn’t deny it. Something about Ghost Walker called to him, a pull that was almost painful, as if his middle had been lassoed, the loop tightening.

Grant shook his head, and felt his inner horse mane shake. Life liked throwing curve balls at him, ones that often aimed for his head, and dammit, right between the eyes at times. Although, he reminded himself, he couldn’t rightly complain overall.

Yeah, miracles showed up on his doorstep. He believed due to his consistent spiritual practice, his natural love for humankind—for all life on the Great Mother planet, Earth.

Pausing before he entered, Grant grabbed a large breath to relieve the tension inside his gut, and his bunched muscles. So much about his guest was miraculous, including the fact that he’d found the hidden, steam engine cave.

Hell, he’d lived long enough to know a higher plan was at work. As he walked toward Ghost Walker, Grant curved his mouth into a friendly smile.

Again, he couldn’t miss the pole-tall thrust of the man’s cock beneath the blanket. Concerned, Grant set the pitcher down, and scrutinized Ghost Walker’s face for signs of a problem, beyond the man’s attraction to him.

Coffee eyes, misted by drowsiness, met his gaze—soft wise eyes Grant decided he could sink into forever. Ghost Walker blinked slowly, and Grant witnessed his extreme fatigue.

For the life of him he couldn’t look away—leave Ghost Walker to his rest. Words formed on Grant’s lips but he couldn’t speak, caught in what suddenly felt like a time warp.

Yep, he’d experienced strange shifts in time when he’d participated in medicine ceremonies. The elders had told him the practice originated close to ten thousand years ago.

Ghost Walker started to speak, hesitated, then closed his mouth. Grant watched the flicker of emotions—desire, shame, hope, confusion—all while their gazes stayed glued on each other.

Not locked, Grant thought, but connected as if strands formed between them—invisible delicate threads that were stronger than steel.

Grant knew before he acted. Even so, his hand moved without volition. He uncovered Ghost Walker, wrapping his hand around the man’s arrow-like, brown cock.

Heat, a beautiful heat seeped inside his palm. The shape of Ghost Walker’s erection burned a brand in a part of Grant he hadn’t known existed.

All he knew, the sensation was like holding erotic art in his hand. Grant slowly, gently pumped his hand up and down.

The silky skin of Ghost’s shaft felt like the most wonderful caress, and he gripped a bit tighter. Rhythmically, Grant swiveled his hand along the length of Ghost’s dick, using the droplets from his slit as lubricant.

As silence embraced them both, Grant fastened his gaze on Ghost Walker’s eyes—wide, disbelieving at first. A surrender to pleasure quickly glittered the man’s dark eyes.

Grant couldn’t help but notice how he reveled being in command, how he enjoyed relieving Ghost Walker’s need. He watched Ghost’s eyes brighten with more and more ecstasy.

When his eyes closed, Grant paused, softly stroking his thumbpad over Ghost’s swollen cockhead—so damn satiny, and now wet with his leaking pre-cum.

His extreme pleasure obvious, Ghost’s hips jerked involuntarily. Grant rubbed his palm over his crown in a tender swirling motion, and Ghost opened his eyes as if he couldn’t quite believe the ecstatic sensations.

Feeling like a dominant stud, Grant watched as Ghost’s eyes glazed over, darkened, then glinted with the start of his orgasm. He gripped the man’s throbbing hot cock, and slid his hand up and down more rapidly than before.

With each stroke upward, Grant slightly squeezed the base of Ghost’s shaft.

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Passionate Premonition; A New Paranormal Romance by Frey Ortega

Blurb

Kai Huang is a romantic who dreams of finding the one, and living a happily-ever-after since being disowned by his parents. To top it off, Kai has been having strange, prophetic dreams, and all of them are about one man. One day he sees that man in the form of Darius at a party and he’s drawn like moth to a flame.

Darius (or Artaxerxes, as he is called) is a demon whose latest mission was to make sure this madman of a vampire stayed alive, although he failed. Guarded and untrusting, Darius has never been in a relationship, so when fate decides to bring them together, Darius is shocked to find out that Kai is his mate.

Not all is well, however, when Kai and his friends are attacked by a supernatural force during a party. While the answers they seek are uncertain, Kai’s dreams hold the key to solving the mystery, as well as changing his life forever.


Story Excerpt:

“What’s going on? First thing I see when I get back from entertaining a bunch of guests is Kai hopping around like he’s a madman,” Ethan said, seeing Kai trying to pump himself up. “Whatever it is, I like it. Are you getting into exercise while we’re here, or just hopped up on the champagne and cupcakes?”

“First of all, that’s a really dumb observation, dear,” Kai deadpanned. “Second of all, I have a really sassy comment to the champagne and cupcakes that I’ll bet you’ll get a laugh out of later, but thirdly, no. I’m about to ask someone out.”

“Oh, is it Artaxerxes?” Ethan suddenly asked. “Also, it is so not a dumb observation. And I’m definitely going to ask you about that sassy comment later.”

“What? How do you even know?”

“You’re not exactly the paragon of subtlety, you know. Besides, we’ve seen you, and the entire time you guys have been talking, you’ve been stealing glances at the big guy over there! You should go for it. He might just be waiting for your approach,” Ethan admitted, and Adam merely nodded.

“It’s not like I was being rude by staring at him. Wouldn’t it be rude if I just went up to him? We’re not even properly introduced. I should wait. Maybe you should introduce me. Or wait, maybe we should—”

“Okay, first of all, you’re babbling. Second of all, if this were a bar or a club, would you be concerned about being properly introduced? If you like someone, sometimes you have to be the one to introduce yourself,” Rain said. “Why all the fuss about being proper all of the sudden, anyway? It’s like you’ve turned into your parents.”

“Low blow, man.” Jayce gently nudged Rain to the side. Kai looked like he’d just been hit, and hard. It took a moment, but Kai remembered that this was Rain he was talking to, the man who could offend Mother Teresa himself with his bluntness, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“That’s the worst thing you could have said. I am so not like my parents!” Kai gasped, his eyes wide in shock, eyebrows furrowed as though he were angry. Because he was, but only for that brief moment. “First of all, if I was like my parents, you would be hearing from me about our lifestyle and some form of gay agenda.”

“Then why so concerned about propriety all of a sudden?” Rain said. “Sometimes it’s good to be rude, to be able to get what you want. Also, sorry about comparing you to your parents. I forgot it was a touchy subject.”

“I think what my smart-mouth boyfriend means to say with that earlier question is that you aren’t usually so concerned about being proper if you’re just looking to be someone’s friend. It’s not like you’re asking him to hop into bed with you,” Zack added, just as Kai was about to reply something that seemed vaguely angry. “At least, that’s not what you were thinking of doing, right?”

“Of course not!” Kai took a moment, taking a deep breath. “I just kind of wanted to talk to him. He’s…dreamy. I think that much I can say.”

“He has it bad,” Dmitri said, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Poor Artie. He doesn’t know what’s coming to him.”

“Hey! I resent that!” Kai said, his cheeks puffing up angrily as he sent a glare Dmitri’s way. His six friends suddenly burst out into laughter. Kai looked around in bewilderment for a second before clearing his throat, his face red. He turned away from them, crossing his arms, grunting in dissatisfaction.

“Aw, don’t be angry, Kai.” Ethan grinned.

“And besides, if anything, I don’t think you were being rude at all,” Jayce said diplomatically, almost immediately. Where Kai was concerned, Jayce was definitely often the one who thought the most about his words. “We’re saying that you should go for it, and if you decide to, we have your back.”

“That’s exactly what I said, several sassy comments and quips earlier!” Ethan said in exasperation. “Do people just not listen to me?” He turned toward his husband-to-be.

“For what it’s worth, I listen to you. But from what I can tell, your friends have a history of ignoring you…Then again, you guys seem to ignore each other quite often. Just as often as you guys listen to each other, in fact.” Adam grinned.

“He gets it. He’s definitely one of us, now.” Kai nodded. A little part of him did appreciate the support. It gave him the strength not to chicken out, first and foremost, but it also helped him realize that maybe what they were saying was right.

There was no point in wasting time when he could be talking to Artaxerxes right now. Seeing the man finally turn away and speak to one of the guests to his side, Kai finally took the first few steps forward to take the plunge and ask the man out.

As his eyes closed and he jumped in place, psyching himself up, he didn’t realize that his friends had stopped talking altogether around him. He also didn’t quite realize the shadow being cast over him. It was the shadow of a large man, the very same man he had been eyeing from the other side of the party.

His friends were all standing about in surprise, trying to keep their grins and soft chuckles to themselves, when finally, a hand tapped on Kai’s shoulder. Surprise registered in his expression and he turned, finding himself staring into a set of stormy, silver-gray eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

It was like something inside them spoke, and he could hear it reverberate in his heart and mind. Mine.


Adult Excerpt:

It took a moment for Kai’s lips to finally part, allowing the demanding entry of Darius’s tongue into his mouth. Darius was insatiable, claiming, taking, their teeth pressed together because he just couldn't get enough. He wanted more, wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him, and he wanted more of Kai slowly undulating his hips up and down to press his still-covered erection against Darius’s stomach.

Minutes passed until Darius finally removed himself from Kai’s lips, allowing both of them time to breathe. Kai’s hands were finally on Darius’s crotch, making the much taller man arch his back and groan when those fingers closed around the tent of his cock. Even against the sturdiest of cloth, his need shone through. Kai had to grin, using both of his hands to fumble and tug on Darius’s slacks.

Chuckling, the demon unbuttoned his pants and threw them off in record time, revealing the fact that he had actually gone commando. His thick cock sprung forth from a well-groomed thatch of hair that curled all around it, even on his balls.

Kai’s expression couldn't have been more in awe when he saw Darius’s body fully uncovered for the first time. It made the demon want to preen, his muscles flexing slightly, showing off every contour of his well-trained, well-maintained flesh.

Well, it was well-maintained only because of his strict regimen. If this had been a few months ago, he would have looked starved and thin.

Wasting no more time, he pulled and tugged on Kai’s pants, pulling down even the human's underwear in the same swoop and finding himself face-to-face with smooth, silky and trimmed black locks covering a cock that was pointed right at Darius accusingly, perfectly erect.

Darius grinned, giving out a soft chuckle and engulfing the tip of Kai’s shaft in the soft warmth of his lips. The human gasped, his back arching. A small spurt of pre-cum blasted onto Darius’s tongue, telling him how sensitive the untouched organ was.

A virgin, and sensitive, Darius thought with a grin, slurping against the tip of that shaft. Or perhaps the latter was an effect of the former?

Kai bit down on the back of his fist. His eyes glimmered in intense arousal, his body shifting as his cock was slowly enveloped in the warmth of Darius’s mouth.

“Ah, Artaxerxes,” Kai moaned softly, making Darius gently pop the pre-cum-seeping shaft out of his lips to grin up at the human writhing underneath him, rocking his hips forward and back.

“Darius.”

“What?” Kai was shaken out of his reverie for a moment, turning toward the demon. Darius only grinned, softly lapping at the glans of Kai's cock, sliding the thin muscle up and down with the tip of his tongue, then dipping into the slit on the tip, making the human bite his lower lip.

“Call me Darius.”

“Is that your first name?” Kai panted softly in between harsh breaths, taking in air and rocking his hips, because Darius seemed intent on torturing and teasing the poor human in between words. “Ah!” Kai sat up straight and held tight onto the sheets below him, his skin dappled in sweat.

“You could say that,” Darius said, before immediately taking more of that shaft. No more preamble, nothing other than focusing on the pleasure of the human. After all, he promised to make this good. From the soft whining noises and the sharp intake of breath he’d heard, Kai was close to reaching his peak. “And no one else can find out.”

Those words were breathed out in soft finality. The demon immediately suckled the entirety of Kai’s shaft with a little hum of appreciation, and the human’s toes curled as he gasped.

Just from a few good slurps of his lips around that perfect cock, Darius saw the human come undone. No matter, Darius thought, grinning around Kai’s shaft. The plethora of emotions registering on the human's face was, all on its own, an aphrodisiac for the demon.

Darius’s head gently moved back and forth, sucking up that cock and then slowly going down, prolonging his lover’s agony. Kai’s hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath him, his legs splayed on either side. His body jolted, twitching, hips jerking up and down when it finally hit him. In thick spurts, Kai’s seed landed inside Darius’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he felt the human’s body twitch and let loose.

Excellent. The demon popped off of the human's shaft, seeing that it hadn’t deflated in the least bit. With a soft pop, Darius grinned at Kai and brought his lips down to the human’s. Kai’s chest slowly raised and lowered with each inhale and exhale, their tongues entangling in a slow, sinuous caress. “Mm,” Kai moaned into their kiss, tasting his seed for the first time.

The sound of their kiss echoed around the dark, empty bedroom when Darius looked down into Kai’s eyes. 

The only thing the demon could see in those pools were need and lust, perhaps because he, too, needed and lusted after the human that was staring right back at him, and it pleased Darius enough that he could feel a jolt of desire course through his body. A grin formed on the demon’s face when he finally cupped Kai’s chin, tilting it upward gently. 

“Lift up your legs a little,” Darius commanded, his voice smooth, yet commanding, somewhat steely in the way he said it. “I want to taste more of you.”

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Buy Link-  http://www.bookstrand.com/passionate-premonition


Author Bio

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. 

Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at:  http://freyortega.wordpress.com/

Email him at:  freyortegawrites@gmail.com

You can like his Facebook page at:  http://www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega/. 

His Facebook profile is:  https://www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites/.

Abel Is In Need of Answers About His Past. Elias is Troubled By The Fact That He Is Mated To A Sworn Enemy. Can Their Love Survive? Elias's Clueless Witch by AJ Jarrett

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, witches, HEA]


Blurb

Nothing but pain and death follows in a witch’s path. That was what Elias Neman had always believed, that is until he meets his fated mate, a mate who is the son of the most hated man in the paranormal world, and a witch.

Abel Brossard is absolutely clueless when it comes to being a witch and learning to control his power to freeze things is only made more complicated when he meets Elias. He’s finding it hard to deny his attraction to the warrior, but Elias’s constant bad mouthing his father leaves Abel questioning everything he thought he knew about the father who abandoned him.

Abel needs to find out the truth, is his father the monster everyone claims him to be or is there more to the story? There’s only one way to find out and Abel hopes he hasn’t just led him and Elias into a trap.


Excerpt

“Can I come in?” Elias asked when they stopped at Abel’s door.

“Of course.” Abel entered his room first and headed to the bathroom. He turned the nozzles on the shower and waited for it to warm up. “If you want you can wait out there.” Abel pointed to the bed but Elias ignored him and stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He lowered his hands and lifted his shirt up and over his head. “What are you doing?” Abel asked.

“Taking my clothes off.” Elias kicked off his shoes then unfastened his pants.

“Why?”

“You do remembering me saying we’d shower together after toss the egg at Abel time was over, right?” Elias pushed down his jeans, his underwear coming down with the stiff material.

“I…I…you were serious?” It took all of the power Abel had to pull his eyes away from Elias’s semi erect cock.

“I’d never lie about something like that.” Elias ran his fingers over Abel’s arm as he passed by and stepped into the shower. “Now hurry up before the water goes cold.”

Abel looked in the mirror and grinned at his blushing face. Nerves still clung to his every movement and doubt sat heavy in his chest, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to get naked and touch and be touched by Elias.

Once he had his clothes off, Abel pulled open the glass door and stepped in behind Elias. The hot water splashed off of Elias and hit Abel on the chest. Steam began to fill the room.

With a shaking hand, Abel reached out his fingers to touch Elias’s plump, firm butt. Elias hummed and leaned back into Abel’s touch. Abel let his fingers explore the tight muscles and toyed with the crease that shielded Elias’s opening from him.

“I love it when you touch me.” Elias spun around and wrapped his arms low on Abel’s waist, letting his fingers massage over Abel’s ass. “I also like that you don’t seem so nervous either. You know I can sense it when you’re nervous, right?”

“You can?” Abel lifted his arms to rest on Elias’s shoulders. Suddenly a little self-cautious.

“Yeah.” Elias kissed Abel’s collar bone. “I can hear it in the spike in your heart rate and smell it seeping out your pores.” He flicked his tongue out to trace around the divot under his Adam’s apple. “It’s not a bad smell, just a warning signal, bitter and strong. Lets me know something is bothering you.”

“That’s a little disconcerting.” Abel titled his head to the side, giving Elias full access to his exposed neck. “You know this from smelling me and being able to hear things I cannot. Seems a little unfair.”

“You’re a witch, babe. You can freeze shit. That’s a pretty awesome power.” Elias nipped at the corded muscle running up and down Abel’s neck.

“Thank you.” Abel moaned as Elias tongue lapped at the water trailing down his neck. “I’m just glad I took after my mother and not my father. Being a vampire and drinking blood is something I don’t think I could do.”

Elias pulled back to look into Abel’s eyes. “I wonder why that is exactly? I mean usually a person takes after both their parents, but not you.”

“You know that witch, Klaus?” Elias nodded. “He thinks it’s from the magic my mother used to conceive me. Said the laws of nature probably only allowed one trait to take root inside me and lucky for me it was my mother’s.”

“Sounds like a liable theory.” Elias went back to sucking a line of bruises up Abel’s neck.

Elias started to bite harder into his tender flesh. Abel cried out. He let his lover shove him up against the hard, tiled wall. Elias pushed Abel’s legs apart and positioned himself between them. With Abel’s legs spread, it allowed for Elias to line up their cocks and rub them together.

“God, that feels good.” Abel ran his fingers through Elias’s wet hair.

Elias didn’t say anything but pulled back to reach for Abel’s body wash. He poured a good amount onto his fingers then grinned at Abel when he brought his hand back to wrap around both their straining lengths and squeezed. Abel’s head fell back to thump against the shower wall, his mouth falling open.

“You like that?” Elias asked as he bent his head to tease Abel’s right nipple.

“Um-hm.” Abel arched his back off the wall and thrust into Elias’s hand. The feel of Elias’s silky, smooth cock made Abel’s balls tingle and his orgasm rush to the surface.

Elias kissed and sucked over Abel’s chest and the up and down pulling on their cocks increased. Abel’s legs began to quiver and he feared he’d fall over, but Elias’s hard grasp on him held him in place.

“So fucking hard for me.” Elias used his free hand to wrap around Abel’s neck and pulled his head down for a hard kiss. Elias let go of Abel’s neck to move his hand down his body. The skillful hand reached around Abel to run the length of his crack, slowly easing his way in. Abel grunted and sucked harder on Elias’s tongue as one finger caressed over his twitching hole. He’d never been touched there before and it released a need in Abel to be filled, but only by Elias.

“Touch me more.” Abel whimpered and spread his legs further apart. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck yeah.” Elias used one finger to breach Abel’s untried hole and that was all it took to send Abel flying. It was tight, a burning sensation flared up his channel, but as Elias moved in and out of him the pain melted into something else, pure ecstasy.

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Seducing His Brother's Best Friend by E. A. Reynolds. An Interracial, Paranormal, M/M Erotic Romance.

A little bit about Seducing His Brother’s-Friend: 

This is a romance story of an incubus demon who’s finally found his mate. Ennis can be a very dangerous demon as being a demon he would be. However, romantically, he could be a nightmare. 

His breed of incubus is known to stalk and kill their mates if their mates reject them. Ennis is also an electricity wielding demon who is the guardian of the city he lives in. It is his job to protect the city from other supernatural threats. The greatest threat is another incubus who always kills those he feeds off of.

Blurb

Ennis Wayfaire is everything Jase Kinney has ever wanted. So, one evening armed with a plan, Jase heads to Ennis’s home to give him a lap dance that ends in desire unrequited.  With his plans thwarted by his over-protective brother, and Ennis’s apparent lack of real interest, Jase decides to let it go.

Ennis is an incubus who’s hungered for Jase for almost ten years. However, his friendship with Jase’s brother, and Jase’s age have kept him from making a move. Then, Jase’s lap dance ignited a hunger in the incubus that refused to be extinguished.  

As their passion flares, Jase becomes the target of an incubus hit man after Jase witnesses a murder. It is up to Ennis to save him, but a single revelation of the danger Ennis is incites fear and confusion in Jase that has him pushing Ennis away.  

The hit man intends to make sure Jase doesn’t get a second chance.

Excerpt: 

Ennis pulled into the parking of Jase’s studio only moments after he saw go him inside. Part of him knew this was a bad idea. He was so attracted to Jase there would be no simple fling or evening of wild sex. Once he started with him, there would be no working Jase out of his system, only drawing him deeper into it. 

He had a feeling that Jase was his mate and allowing that link to form could be a doorway to heaven or a stairway to hell. If he fell in love and Jase rejected him…He didn’t even want to admit to himself he could harm Jase. However, as he rapped on the glass door, he knew that’s exactly what could happen.

He already wanted Jase way too much and last night’s lap dance had broken his resolve to stay away. He watched as Jase came to a stop half-way to the door. Now, was the time for Jase to send him away. If he didn’t, he wasn’t going to walk away. He was going to claim Jase as his own.

Anger snapped in Jase’s eyes as he unlocked the door and pulled it open. His demon fed off that fire. It stemmed from a sensual part of Jase that was calling to him. And the demon inside of him met Jase’s gaze answering the call.

“What do you want?” Jase asked softly, not meeting Ennis’s stare.

“I want to come in obviously, Jase,” he said, amusement wrapping around his words. Tell me no. Don’t let the demon into your life, part of Ennis pleaded. 

The willingness to let Jase go if Jase couldn’t handle what he was wouldn’t last.

The demon’s moral compass was skewed in many ways, and it would break after a few days of loneliness when he knew his mate was alive and merely rejecting him. He would destroy them both in his pursuit to get Jase back.

Don’t let us in, Ennis pleaded silently.

Jase stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Look, you don’t have to tell me to stay away,” he said and there was something so quintessentially wounded in his tone it stabbed Ennis in the heart. “I got the picture last night when you didn’t even bring me my keys.”

“Hey, sweet sexy boy, look at me.”

He lifted his gaze to meet Ennis’s. 

“I brought you breakfast,” Ennis said, holding up a white bag. “I thought we could talk.” Talk? That was demon speak for foreplay.

Jase studied him with wary eyes and Ennis wondered if he could sense the presence of the demon watching him. “Show me to your office,” Ennis commanded.

Jase led the way down the hallway to his office which was at the back of the studio. “What did you bring for breakfast?” 

“I stopped at that bakery you like and picked up the croissants and Danish you love.” He followed Jase to the futon across from his desk and set the bags on the coffee table. 

“I’m going to wash up,” Jase said. He disappeared into the bathroom, and Ennis sat down in the semi-darkened room and removed his shades and placed them on the table. 

Jase returned and went to the window. “Sorry about it being so dark in here. I just got here.”

“Leave it, sweetness,” Ennis urged. The sun was hard on his eyes.

 Jase gave him a curious look, but left the shade down. He sat down next to him on the futon. 

“You have pretty eyes, Jase,” he murmured.

“Oh,” he croaked out and tore his eyes guiltily away and fished breakfast from the bag. “Why are you doing this?” he said after taking a bite of a cherry Danish. “I got the point last night. You didn’t have to bring me breakfast to tell me you really aren’t interested in me.”  

“I brought you breakfast because I wanted to see you, Jase,” Ennis told him. He needed to see him. Last night’s kiss had been the start of an addiction he didn’t want to fight.

“I don’t just want to be one of your men of the hour,” Jase said softly. “I need more than that from you.” 

“Jase, there are things about me that I’m trying to protect you from.” He wanted to protect him from the part of him that had left the hickeys on his neck last night.

“Like what?” he demanded. “I know your job can be dangerous sometimes.”

“True, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Ennis gave him a tight smile as he reached out and caressed Jase’s jaw. “We can’t get involved, Jase. It might—”

“It might what?” He held a croissant to Ennis’s lips. “It might be good?” he teased. So, he was going to make one more play. The only person getting his feelings crushed would be him. 

Ennis smiled and took a bite. “Based on how sweet you were last night—yeah. It might.”

“But I’m a risk you don’t want to take,” he said as Ennis finished off the bread.

“Oh, make no mistake, I’m going to take the risk, Jase, but I’m giving you a chance to rethink this.”

“I’m not confused about what I want. If I was, I wouldn’t have come over to your place last night.” He put a hand on Ennis’s thigh. “I wouldn’t have come on to you at Milligan’s the night before, and I certainly wouldn’t have given you a lap dance.” 

Ennis wound his hand around Jase’s thick braid and tugged his head back. “Good because I want you too.”

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About  E.A. Reynolds

I’m an avid reader of romance novels. I also enjoy the occasional mystery and sci-fi story as well. When I’m not reading, I’m doing research on something that’s caught my eye, writing and spending time with my family.

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The High Dragon Takes A Wolf; An Erotic Alternative Paranormal M/M Romance by Marcy Jacks

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA] 

Duncan McTavish is the high dragon of his clan that he fought and paid for with blood. Now he wants peace, and he will start with the wolf pack at the bottom of his mountain. He will unite his clan with Clyde's pack by mating with an omega.

But a betrayal is revealed when a handsome young omega runs to Duncan, revealing everything. Clyde intended to go back on the peace treaty and kill the dragons while their guard was down.

Duncan won't align himself with Clyde, but he can't leave the omega behind to face punishment either, especially since the much younger man is his mate.

Joey Litman is just happy he was able to save himself and his friends before anything worse could happen to them, and when he's brought to a fancy room, he assumes Duncan wants to mate with him. He's not wrong, and he intends on letting the handsome man seduce him all he wants.

A Siren Erotic Romance



EXCERPT

“Joey! You get back to your room right now!” Clyde snapped, and out of the corner of his eye, Joey watched his alpha storm over to them. He needed to get this out quickly before this dragon was ambushed or something.

“Those omegas are going to go up the mountain and kill you all. They were ordered to lie low, get in bed with anyone who asked them for sex, and then attack when they weren’t being watched!”

Joey yelled out in pain when his hair was grabbed up in Clyde’s strong fist, and he was yanked to his feet.

And then he was immediately released again when the big dragon-man with the metal-looking fists and claws opened his mouth and roared at him.

It was a sound much more terrifying than anything Joey had ever heard coming from an alpha. Maybe that was just because he’d never heard a dragon make that noise before.

The other dragon, the one who was starting to look a little ill with all the purple scales growing on him, called out to his leader. “Duncan?”

“Just one second,” Duncan said, not even looking back at his friend as he reached for Joey. And though his grip wasn’t any more gentle than Clyde’s was, when he took him by the arm and yanked him behind his back, Joey gladly went just for the protection.

God, his stomach hurt. He felt like he was going to be sick. Standing hurt too much, so he got back down to his knees, if only to make the need to puke go away a little.

“Is what he said true?” Duncan asked.

Clyde immediately got defensive. “Now, you listen to me, he’s just a scrawny omega, he’s not even all that smart. He gets confused and I’ve had to take care of him since he was a pup, so don’t you go taking that tone with me on my territory.”

Joey had to look up at the dragon, if only to see the look on his face when Clyde announced this land as his territory. That was debatable, considering wolves and dragons fought for territory all the time, and neither side ever wanted to give it up once they’d settled.

Duncan’s neck was tight, a vein throbbed there, and his eyes, those bright green eyes he had, were flashing as his nostrils flared. He was totally pissed. When he looked down at Joey, Joey flinched. Fuck, that was a scary expression.

“Tell me what’s going on. I want to know what you have to say about all of this.”

Joey’s eyes widened a little. He was, well, stunned. No one ever wanted to hear what he had to say about anything.

Clyde growled a little, such a low sound that Joey barely heard it, though he did, and he also got the clear threat that came with it.

Joey swallowed, and he looked over at the lineup. Cameron was over there, and the man was biting his lower lip as he stared at Joey. If Joey said the wrong thing, then his friend was going to die, and that would be on his head. Hell, this dragon could decide not to help them at all. He could use his dragon powers to punish the lot of them then leave them all here, still in Clyde’s care, and then Clyde could finish him off in the most painful way possible for fucking up his master plan of finally getting rid of the dragons.

“If I say anything, you need to promise me that you’ll still take them all up the mountain with you. Me, too. I want to go with you.”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Clyde snapped.

Duncan lifted one of his dark brows as he stared down at him. “You want to go up the mountain with us?”

The other dragon didn’t seem to like that idea in the least. “Duncan! You’ve got to be fucking kidding! They were going to kill us!”

“Shut up, Iver,” Duncan said, never taking his hard stare away from Joey. “Tell me why you want to go up the mountain,” he said.

“To get away from Clyde. He’s…” Joey spared a glance to the man. “He’s not a good alpha. He makes us do things we don’t want to do. The alphas, everyone. The omegas over there, they were just going to follow orders. Clyde had them all convinced that you were bringing them up the mountain to force matings on them. To rape them. They didn’t know. I found out and he didn’t want me saying anything to you.”

“Is that why you’re not in the lineup?” Duncan asked.

Joey lowered his head. “I’m…I’m not in the lineup because I’m his mate.”

The hiss that came from the high dragon above him was a little shocking. He had to look back up at the man, and he saw the surprise, and the hurt, that was on his face.

Really? He was hurt by that? Why?

“You’re–You’re mated to him?”

Joey nodded. “Yeah, in name only though, unless some other alpha wants to make a claim on me.”

Which he was really hoping for. He wanted to go up the mountain and get away from Clyde, he didn’t want to be mated to him anymore. He didn’t want to share a bed with the man anymore or dodge his roaming hands. This was his only chance to get out of here, for his friends to get out of here, and he needed to take it.

Duncan was quiet again for what had to be the longest minute of Joey’s life. This was the high dragon, and Joey had just outed his entire pack as a bunch of untrustworthy traitors.

The fact that Duncan wasn’t speaking at all made it seem all the more important that Joey keep talking. “Please don’t kill my friends. They didn’t do anything wrong. We just—”

“Be quiet,” Duncan said, his voice so damned sharp that Joey had no choice but to obey.



ADULT EXCERPT

Joey lifted his arms, barely taking his hands off of Duncan’s shoulders while the man lifted and yanked his T-shirt off and then threw it to the floor. A self-conscious worry sprung up inside of him when he was bare chested, and he wished he’d thought of this earlier, but he hadn’t, not until he was too late.

Though Joey didn’t think he was ugly or overly small, he wasn’t exactly the best looking omega in the world either, and he had nowhere near the muscle tone that Duncan had. Joey wasn’t a twink, but next to Duncan, he might as well be.

“You look so fucking good,” Duncan said, leaning in and pressing his mouth to one of Joey’s nipples. He actually kissed it and then pressed his teeth gently down on the hard nub.

Joey shivered, and a groan left his throat that he couldn’t even contain. He didn’t want to contain it, because somehow giving a voice to this pleasure he felt made everything that much better.

Duncan moved his lips away from Joey’s nipple and then put it on the other, suckling it, and then gently biting, just like before. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Then you’re mine.”

Joey shivered. “I like that idea,” he said.

Dragon or not, this man was definitely an alpha, and he was behaving like one. It must’ve been driving him crazy to not be able to take Joey the first time he saw him, back when Joey could smell the lust in the air from those first few moments they had in the same room. That was definitely the reason why he’d been brought here in the first place instead of going off with the other omegas.

Now the man was clearly not going to hold back and Joey was perfectly fine with that.

His first thought was that they were going to do it in that nice, big bed over there. He’d never had sex in a bed before, and the sheets were incredibly inviting, but that didn’t happen. Duncan put Joey down on his feet, quickly, as if they were in a race to get naked, like their clothes were on fire and needed to be removed pronto or something.

Then Duncan took him by the hips and quickly turned him around so that he was facing the wall. Ah, so this was going to happen standing. That was all right, it was probably better for his first time with Duncan to be like this anyway. From what he was able to feel through their clothes not too long ago, the man’s cock was huge. This position would likely be the most comfortable.

Despite that thought running through his head, there was still the very real worry that what he was about to experience wouldn’t be as intimate, or feel as right, as those kisses from before had felt. Would their first time having sex be something cold? A quick fuck that was over before he realized it? Joey hoped not, and the more Duncan’s hands remained on him, sliding over his skin, his bare stomach, and then hooking into his jeans before working the button and zipper, sliding them down his legs and, well, he was fairly sure that this wasn’t going to be something he would hate to think about in the morning.

Duncan’s rough hand was gentle when his fingers curled around Joey’s cock, giving him a nice, leisurely stroke before removing his hand altogether.

Joey groaned when the tough of that hand was gone. He wanted it back. “Don’t stop, keep doing that,” he said.

That was his voice? He sounded so damned out of breath, like he’d been running or something. How was Duncan doing this to him?

The man even chuckled at him, as if Joey had said something funny. “If I keep touching you like that, you’re going to come. Your cock is so hard already.”

Joey felt all kinds of heat climbing up his neck. He moved his hand down to touch his cock himself, but then Duncan slapped his hand away, but even that was a gentle tap compared to what Joey thought the man could really do.

“No touching,” Duncan said.

“But I need to!” Joey said, his voice whiny even to his own ears, but it was true. He felt like if he didn’t come, then he was going to implode or something.

Duncan pressed his mouth to the side of Joey’s neck, and then his teeth grazed the shell of his ear, and Joey shivered. “Holy fuck,” he said, gasping the words. “How is it…how is my ear that sensitive?”

Duncan chuckled again. “Every part of your body is sensitive, and I’m going to make every single one of them light up like they’re on fire,” he said and then pressed his lips to Joey’s skin again, on his shoulder, and then down his back.

A small drawer opened off to the left of them. Joey had a look, and it looked like just a small end table or something, and Duncan’s hand was fishing around in there. When he pulled out the black tube of lube, anticipation swirled within him. It rose up higher and higher, especially when Duncan held it in one hand and opened the cap with his thumb. Duncan took his hand away from Joey’s hip just long enough to pour some of the clear liquid-looking stuff into his palm. Joey noticed right away that Duncan stroked it onto his cock first before he pushed apart Joey’s cheeks and pressed a slick finger to his hole.

“Oh yeah,” Joey said, and he spread his legs a little wider, wanting that finger to be inside of him, stretching him wide open. “Right there,” he said. “Put it right in there.”

“You’re very eager,” Duncan said.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Joey asked, and then rose up on his toes and moaned when that finger pushed inside of him.

“Very good,” Duncan said, letting his hand slide around Joey’s stomach until he was holding him close, until his back was pressed against the man’s much larger chest.

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