CONNIE . . . the sleek and sensuous redhead, cynical and shockproof, a specialist in catering to the coarse demands of jaded men as well as the secret needs of lonely young women. JOANNE . . . the angel-faced blonde, fragile and appealing, nurturing a neurotic jealousy that demanded vicious and savage revenge. SUSAN . . . a small-town brunette with big-city dreams, breathlessly eager and painfully naive, too young and innocent to cope with the evil forces that lurked behind the glittering tinsel of the neon jungle.
Eileen was a delicious morsel. Inevitably she aroused the appetites not only of men, but of women — twisted, perverse women. The only thing strange was that she allowed such women to take forbidden liberties . . . ! But tender, little Eileen found that men cruelly handled her. Her own husband drove her away by his abuse, taught her that solely from such ardent creatures as Suzanne could she expect the compliant softness, the velvety delicacy, which spelled satisfaction in love.
“Married in Tierra del Fuego” is a 43 minutes long romantic read, featuring a male / male relationship, and it ends with an erotic scene.
Jian’s gay heart breaks after his straight roommate finds a girlfriend. Needing a change, he makes a decision to leave China forever, and move to Argentina. A new life is liberating, but lonely. For this reason, Jian signs up as a listener for people in emotional crisis. One night, a mysterious man named Midnight Sun logs in. He, like Jian, is Chinese, and about to attend an opera performance in Buenos Aires. The two meet by accident. One evening is enough to make them fall for one another. Jian has no illusions it will end in heartbreak, but Midnight Sun makes a surprising move…
In the summer of 1780, on the tiny island of Merryapple, burly fisherman Robin Shipp lives a simple, quiet life in a bustling harbour town where most of the residents dislike him due to the actions of his father. With a hurricane approaching, he nonetheless convinces the villagers to take shelter in the one place big enough to hold them all—the ancient, labyrinthine tavern named the Moth & Moon.
While trapped with his neighbours during the raging storm, Robin inadvertently confronts more than the weather.
There’s a storm coming. And it’s going to change everything.
“You Are My Sea” is a perfect short read for those who crave erotic romance with more meaning.
The narrator and main character is Arnold; a handsome Icelander in his early thirties. He conquered the demons of ADHD, ditched the addictions he had and now lives in a healthy way. He develops an unexplainable and impractical crush on his coworker Peter: a beautiful young man with Antarctic blue eyes. Peter is introverted, smart, sarcastic and professional. However, when personal problems exceed his ability to cope, he runs away from the workplace, to start a pilgrimage to the sea. He believes that seeing the sea will be able to free him from his pain, but it turns out that the journey is more important than the destination. The two walk through rich and atmospheric landscape, testing their physical strength and sharing secrets that make them most vulnerable.
Their romance is slow-burn, but, as Arnold says, “the longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss”. The elegantly written and emotion focused erotic scene will surely melt your heart.
But the fact that the kid had to go through that, only to turn into some kind of statistic. Perhaps even a cautionary tale for victims and bullies and children who enjoy walking around at night. That was all that kid would be remembered by, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his. Daniel’s eyes flickered down, and saw Alec’s fingers intertwine with his. “Hey,” he muttered.
“I could look into your friend’s disappearance,” Daniel found himself blurting out. After a few minutes of awkwardness, he mentally kicked himself. The sheer look of shock was more than enough to make Daniel regret those words, but even more so when Alec’s grip tighten. “No, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? I know a couple of guys at the police station. I could-”
“Please Daniel. Just…leave it be.”
Daniel stopped. He couldn’t help but turn away, looking at the small plate of vegetables. Before he knew it, he nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”
He was about to take his hand back, but he couldn’t. It was warm, and it was the first thing he noticed. “Hey Daniel?”
“I love you. You know that right?”
In which love and death dance within the confines of Autumn. This collection includes The Devil’s Playground, Mayhem, Hero, and Promises.
Jo is a rather good worker at a small magazine, but finds her love life in turmoil after ending a relationship with Karen, who used her for kicks and nothing more. She intends to focus on her work . . . until a new girl comes into the office. But Betsy appears to be straight, even dating their boss, Stan. Yet Jo still feels lonely in the midst of all this and goes venturing into the twilight realm she inhabits, while constantly terrified of being found out. She knows all the joints where girls swing her way and soon finds Linda, who seems reliable enough. Despite the powerful attraction they have, Jo longs for Betsy and the world they could have together. As Besty’s relationship with Stan becomes tumultuous, she turns to Jo for help and comfort . . . giving her the perfect opportunity to find out if the girl really is straight.
Then, Sharon feels trapped in her current situation—seemingly unable to escape an abusive relationship and longing for true passion. Thankfully her friend Kermit takes a load off her by bringing the girl to a swinging party full of wealthy suburbanites. Sharron soons finds out that the wife of the host, Leda, is also enduring some troubles of her own thanks to her husband. A relationship soon forms between the two girls amongst the swingers and they decide it would be best to leave town. Sharon takes Leda to her hometown, where things take a turn for the worst—making the girls question whether they can have a life together, or not.
Harry Nast has it all. An apartment in the West Village, a column in a downtown rag, great friends and a slew of lovers. But when one of those lovers calls in the early morning hours and quickly turns up dead, Harry’s life is turned upside down. His apartment is ransacked and his job is suddenly on the line. Soon Harry finds himself trying to solve a mystery far darker than he imagined. Can he keep it all together, or will his own demons get him first? Spanning from New York City to Provincetown, Don’t Quote Me is a story about friendship, gay men and the struggles they face with a healthy dose of romance and sex in the mix. You’ll laugh and you’ll cry. Harry Nast is a character you will not soon forget.
10 Guys, 1 Goal. Who will come out as the winner? Mark and Jay along with 8 other guys are forced to compete to protect their ass, literally. They have only their wits and their own hard weapon to conquer the other players. Soon captives are taken in both senses, and sides are drawn. Who will be the winner and will they ever be the same after. A happy ever after is guaranteed but you still need to be careful of dangerous fruit.
Alan is a realtor and not a very good one. In his short time working for DCK Realty he has yet to sell a single property. His boss has given him one more chance to prove his worth and keep his job. Alan tries to plan for a successful open house, but he ends up meeting a buyer who is looking for more than just a new house.
He shivered at the breeze. Even so, he felt hot, anxious even. He remembered the man’s touch, when he slipped his fingers underneath his clothes, and how comforting it was, for the man to warm him up despite the upcoming storm. For Luke to simply relish in someone else’s touch, though the world he trapped himself in was cold to the touch. It was, at the moment, the first time he felt human. In a really, really long while.
However, just before he drifted off, he felt something envelop him in the dark. It was familiar, and though he heard a voice, Luke couldn’t place where. Something light touched his forehead, but just as he was about to see who it was, he fell asleep.
The next morning, that presence was gone. Luke was left staring at the empty, a quiet heartbreak resting within his chest. A tear slip out from his eyes, but nevertheless, he stood. No matter what, he had to keep going.
Here it is! The infamous book that proves the female of the species is deadlier than the male! Young Charlene knew something was different about her, but never expected the depraved acts she’d commit in her adult life. She lived in a divine body which lured men only close enough to be repelled by the black coldness of her eyes. With women…it was different. The cold stare—the icy calm of the little beauty drew them like a lodestone and they melted under the Duval technique of keeping passion under tight control—until lust fulfilled its promise, but all in its proper time. Each of Charlene’s conquests knew the attainment of the peak had been worth the climb.
One spot of warmth through her armor—tiny, helpless little Cynthia, who became completely ‘turned on’ when she was thoroughly frightened—let love in to ravish Charlene, only to make life more difficult for this hot and hungry hellcat!
It's no secret that Nick wants to leave the small Southern town of Fontaine. From his relationship with the town bad boy, to the constant night terrors he's subjected to, he's counting down the days until he can finally move himself and his family out. But when a pastor suddenly burns alive right in front of him, he becomes ensnared by a past that torments him, and a man entrenched in lust and blood.
As a homicide cop, every blood-soaked crime scene settled in my bones and snaked around my spine. There was only one way to exorcise the images from my soul …
Inside the club, I stopped to scan the room. He was here, Camden Snow. A Norse sex god in the guise of unpretentious youth. Only his ice-blue eyes gave evidence of the Dom who took whomever he wished, whatever way he wanted, with a look and a nod. Merciless.
Cam found me watching him and fixed me with his arctic gaze. This time, I didn't walk away. He cocked an eyebrow. Well?
The last thing I needed was mercy.
I dropped to my knees.
M/M BDSM 13k words. A frank exploration of the D/s dynamic between two powerful men. Consensual. Adult. Intense.