My Fair Captain
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Along with the motormouth, JL also displayed a very vivid imagination and artistic ability. The artist first surfaced in way of drawing and painting, then became more apparent with dance. JL was a member of the National Art Honor Society in high school and has won several regional and national titles in dance, specifically tap and jazz. In college she majored in Graphic Art, but chose to make dance her profession. She taught tap, jazz and ballet for fifteen years before settling into her career as a writer.
Today JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research) and arguing with her husband over who the air compressor and nail gun really belongs to (they belong to JL, although she might be willing to trade him for his new chainsaw).
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Can a straight-laced business student and an indie boy with a thing for extremely personal electronics turn one night’s wild ride into a trip to last forever?
Catching a Buzz
© 2007 Ally Blue
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Adam Holderman isn’t your typical twenty-something college boy. He prefers jazz to Goth, shuns body piercings and street-waif clothing, and despises the lack of vocabulary among his peers. Some call him uptight, but Adam doesn’t see it that way. Just because he prefers his men articulate and well-groomed doesn’t make him a stick-in-the-mud. He simply has standards, unlike most guys his age.
The new employee at Wild Waters Park, where Adam works, single-handedly throws a monkey wrench into Adam’s orderly world view. Buzz Stiles wears eyeliner and black clothes, listens to emo bands, and talks like a teenage skate punk. He’s the polar opposite of Adam’s avowed “type”. So why can’t Adam get him out of his head?
When Adam finally agrees to go out with Buzz, he finds there’s much more to Buzz than a hot body, a sharp wit, and a Goth fashion sense. Buzz is someone Adam can see himself being with for the long haul. But you need more than mind-melting sex to make a relationship last. Can they keep their hands off each other long enough to find out if they have what it takes?
Warning, this title contains the following: graphic language, explicit male/male sex, inappropriate use of personal electronic devices, and gratuitous disco dancing.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Catching a Buzz:
The shop was decorated in blues and purples, managing to give the impression of dangerous darkness in spite of the brightly lit shelves. Throbbing, percussion-heavy music played in the background, loud enough to set the mood without making conversation difficult. Groups, couples and a few lone shoppers mingled among the shelves. They all seemed just like anyone else Adam saw on the street every day.
“Wow,” he said, gazing around. “This isn’t exactly what I expected.”
“Why, what’d you expect?” Buzz turned down a row of shelves containing various anal toys and lube. He ran his fingers over a package containing a realistic-looking rubber fist and forearm. “Dude, check it out. Bet that feels amazing.”
Adam winced. “Ouch.” Resting an arm across Buzz’s shoulders, Adam led him around the corner to the next row. To Adam’s relief, it contained nothing to make his anus clench in self-defense. “I don’t know what I expected. Big guys in leather clothes leading around slave boys on leashes, I guess. Everybody in here looks like regular people.”
“That’s ’cause they are regular people.” Buzz’s eyes lit up. He snatched something off the shelf. “Dude, I am so getting this.”
Adam looked. Buzz held a thick black leather collar with six silver D-rings set in it. Oh my, now won’t that look nice, Scarlett lilted, reflecting Adam’s thoughts almost exactly, if more coherently.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Adam said, wishing his voice wouldn’t shake.
Buzz flashed an evil smile. “I’m getting this too,” he added, picking up a long black leather leash. “I can be your slave boy for the night.”
What a magnificent idea, Adam attempted to say. What actually came out was an embarrassing squeak.
Buzz pressed his body against Adam’s and kissed his throat. “Oh yeah. You like that.”
“Definitely,” Adam answered, finding his voice at last. “Buzz, unless you want to get fucked right here in the store, you’d better stop it.”
Laughing, Buzz flicked his tongue over Adam’s pulse point, then pulled away. He swayed over to the other end of the row to peruse the available goods. Adam stared shamelessly at his ass. It was a damn fine ass, and Adam’s hands itched to touch it. Seeing no reason why he shouldn’t do just that, Adam walked over and planted his palms on Buzz’s tempting posterior.
There was something small, flat and rectangular in Buzz’s back pocket. Adam traced the outline of it with his thumb, wondering what it was.
Buzz smiled over his shoulder. “Fresh,” he teased, wiggling his rear in Adam’s grip.
“Yep.” Leaning forward, Adam bit Buzz’s neck. “What’s in your pocket?”
Buzz turned and planted a quick kiss on Adam’s lips. “I’ll show you later.”
Adam frowned. “But why—”
“Oh hey, here you go.” Standing on tiptoe, Buzz plucked a black leather biker hat off the top shelf and tossed it to Adam. “You can’t be a daddy without the hat.”
Adam considered being annoyed at Buzz for not telling him what was in his pocket, but decided it wasn’t worth it. He stared at the hat and cracked up. “Shit, I’m gonna look like such a fucking idiot.”
“No way, dude, you’ll look hot.” Buzz draped his arms around Adam’s neck and straddled his thigh. “I bet you couldn’t look anything but smokin’ hot if you tried.”
To his supreme mortification, Adam blushed. He’d never understand why anyone thought he was hot. Buzz was hot; Adam, to his own mind, was cute at best. Not knowing what to say, Adam avoided the whole issue by kissing Buzz’s seductive smile.
“Let’s check out,” Adam suggested. “I want to get to the club before the bar gets too crowded.”
“Yeah, me too. Let’s roll.”
Buzz slid a hand down to Adam’s butt, ignoring the threesome that wandered down the aisle at that moment. One of the men gave them a wolfish smile. Adam blushed harder and crowded closer to Buzz.
As he and Buzz left the aisle and headed for the register, Adam stole a glance at the threesome. “Buzz, those guys were checking you out.”
Buzz gave him the sort of look you’d give a sweet but rather dim child. “Dude, those guys were checking us out.”
Shaking his head, Adam got in line behind an expensively dressed silver-haired man carrying three huge dildos and what looked like a tub of Crisco. “Why would they even be looking at me? You’re the sexy one.”
“Why, sugar, you’re both perfectly lovely young men. Why on God’s green earth would you think gentlemen wouldn’t be lookin’ at you?”
Adam’s mouth fell open. The world tilted on its axis. Oh my God. No way. No fucking way.
He forced himself to turn toward the honey-thick female voice coming from behind Buzz. A tiny woman in an ankle-length, high-necked black dress stood there, holding a copy of Hog-Tied Lesbians and a wicked-looking whip. She patted her lavender poodle perm and smiled at him.
“Pardon me,” she said. “Didn’t mean to pry. When you get to be my age, you tend to speak your mind and not fret about what folks think.”
“Um. No problem.�
�� Adam clutched at the counter, relearning how to breathe. He was relieved to know he wasn’t going crazy and even more relieved Scarlett hadn’t somehow come to life.
Buzz grinned at the woman. “Lady, thank you for telling him he’s hot. Because he is.” He gave her a deep bow, causing her to titter behind her hand, then turned back to Adam. His brows drew together in a frown. “You okay? You look kind of green.”
“I’m fine,” Adam insisted, handing his biker hat to the clerk and digging a wad of twenties out of his wallet. “I just…I thought she was someone else.”
Buzz gave him a curious look but kept quiet, for which Adam was grateful. He really didn’t want to explain Scarlett just yet. Or, preferably, ever.
It takes a young castle guardsman with the heart of a lion to love a Duke…and survive.
Heart of a Lion
© 2007 Kira Stone
Available now at Samhain Publishing
During a chance encounter, Curran is offered his dream job in Duke Luthias’ personal guard. The job soon sours as the lies and deceptions within the castle walls multiply like rabbits until Curran can no longer stomach them.
Tanis, the lover the Duke made Curran surrender as part of his oath of loyalty, is the only man he can trust to help him stop the Duke’s ill-fated campaign to punish the northern raiders. But Tanis has secrets of his own. As much as he loves Curran, they could lose much more than their lives if he got involved now.
When the northern savages retaliate for the Duke’s acts of war by laying siege to his castle, all three men are forced to take refuge within the fortified walls. Who lives and who dies depends on one man having the heart of a lion…
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit, erotic sex, graphic language, mild blood-letting, and hot nekkid man-love.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Heart of a Lion:
Tanis slid his lips over the head of the warrior’s impressive cock. The young man moaned in ecstasy. Encouraged, Tanis milked Curran’s member with both mouth and hand. His teeth closed over the purpled head, scraping it lightly with his teeth. He was rewarded with another long, blissful moan.
“Your mouth on me is a heavenly gift, Tanis,” the guardsman told him between pants.
Tanis had never before received such a compliment. His cock throbbed with longing for this brave, foolish, caring young man. Would he lose all ground he’d gained with Curran if he asked to sample the guardsman’s muscled arse?
Again, testing the waters seemed more prudent than voicing the question outright. Tanis fondled the guardsman’s balls with a firm touch. His forefinger followed the seam to where it flattened against the man’s body. Curran tensed, but Tanis guessed by the look on the young man’s face that tension was in preparation for pleasure rather than distaste. So he kept going, applying pressure to the tiny strip of skin between the guardsman’s sack and anus.
Tanis popped his mouth off the rigid shaft. “Too far?”
“Not far enough. Not nearly far enough.”
Tanis softly chuckled and returned his attentions to the sweet-tasting member. Perhaps one day he would take this pup into his bed. Dawn hit his bedding through a window over his straw pallet which would give him plenty of light to explore the man’s young, healthy body. Just the thought of being able to see what the water yet concealed wrung a groan from Tanis’ chest.
He prodded the opening to the guard’s anus, testing the fit.
“Ah,” the warrior cried out.
“Pain?”
“Pleasure,” Curran gasped. “I do not wish to die so quickly.”
Tanis had needs of his own to consider, like feeling the young man’s body quiver with release. He sucked the stiff cock harder while he plunged his finger into the opening well past the second knuckle. In and out. Up and down. A duet of motion designed to bring the most pleasure to Curran, and thus to himself.
Curran writhed under the combined assault. “Step back,” he panted. “Now.”
“Not even if you pressed your blade to my throat.”
Tanis clung to the warrior’s body as his muscles turned to stone. Curran’s cock pulsed in triple time, pumping seed into Tanis’ hungry mouth. The guardsman grunted repeatedly as he bucked and jerked as his seed spilled from his body. Tanis sucked every salty drop of fluid the man could spare until the warrior’s hand pushed him away.
“Enough.”
Not as far as Tanis was concerned, but this time he heeded the request and let the man go. He retreated to the other side of the pool where they’d started, planting his feet on the underwater shelf so he could finish himself off before Curran returned to sanity. He didn’t want the warrior to feel obligated to return the favor.
“Have I behaved so poorly that you must run from me?”
Tanis raised the lids that had closed as he focused on retaining the taste of the guard’s hot cock in his mouth. He found himself under scrutiny by the young warrior, and he forced himself to move his hand away from his shaft. “You need time to recover.”
“Not as long as you still ache.” Curran swam over to where Tanis stood. “Do you still ache for me, hunt master?”
Tanis looked down into the young man’s eyes and saw no pity there. What he saw instead scared him so badly he had to avert his gaze. “Aye, though it need not be your concern.”
Gently the guardsman reached out to cup Tanis’ balls. That simple touch made Tanis’ gut tighten with rising need.
“It is a matter of honor to me that I return some small measure of the pleasure you have given me this night if it is at all within my power to do so. Will you permit me to try?”
By the Gods, this young pup was offering him everything he wanted. Why was it so hard for him to accept it?
Gavin’s face swam between them. Noble, selfish, charming Gavin. Curran was like him in many ways. Was that part of his problem? Was he linking the actions of his former lover to this young guardsman? Rejecting the act that would put Curran in charge so he didn’t have to submit to another’s will? Had the empty years restored none of his courage in that respect? If he had something to prove to himself, he had no right to use this warrior to do it.
“If you insist,” Tanis finally said, unsure of his motives for doing so.
“I do.” Curran’s hand glided loosely over Tanis’ eager cock. “What would please you best?”
“An end to this torture.”
“With my hand?” Curran tightened his grip around the fully erect shaft. “Or with my tongue?” he suggested before licking Tanis’ nipple in one long, broad stroke. “Or shall it be with my arse, which we both know is where your true desire lies?”
“I will accept your choice and be glad for it,” Tanis replied through his clenched teeth. This conversation was burning away his limited patience. If Curran didn’t attend to matters soon, one way or another, he’d find himself flipped over on his back, positioned so that Tanis might sheathe himself deeply between his nether cheeks and teach him not to tease a desperate animal.
“You will get nothing from me unless you tell me what it is you need.”
“Damn you to hell.”
“If I am the very devil as you say, I shall return there soon enough.” Curran leaned in and nibbled along Tanis’ throat. “Say it. Command me.”
Tanis growled, a mournful note that was picked up and echoed by his avian friend. His hands gripped the guardsman’s buttocks and hauled the muscular body against his own. From there it was a simple matter to slide his thick finger into the tight aperture at the base of the young man’s spine.
“This is what I want, you young fool. This snug bit of flesh to part before my aching cock.”
“Have at it, then.”
Curran switched positions with a sense of balance Tanis had to admire. The guardsman pressed himself against the rough rock and splayed his long legs, giving Tanis complete access to the very spot he’d requested.
The young man looked over his shoulder. “My name is Curran, not Fool, young or other
wise. Get it right when you cry out, will you?”
Tanis couldn’t imagine getting it wrong. His entire world had been reduced to the size of one man, Curran Aurick.
My Fair Captain
J.L. Langley
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