Their Sinful Seduction
by Jessica Coulter Smith
Night picked her up and carried her to the couch. She was awed by the fact that he could still lift her and didn’t fight him. When he sat and settled her in his lap, she sat stiff and unyielding.
Oran sat beside him and caressed her knee. “Baby, we want what’s best for you, and right now that’s letting us take care of you. And whether you want to believe it or not, you are our mate.”
“I’m not giving up my independence just because you’ve decided you need to ‘take care’ of me. I’m quite capable of taking care of myself. And what I haven’t been able to do alone, Griff has handled for me.”
Night growled. “He won’t be helping you anymore.”
“You can’t dictate who will and won’t help me. It isn’t up to you who I’m friends with. Griff has been there for me far longer than I’ve known either of you, and he’ll still be there for me after the two of you are gone. I’m not going to push him aside just because you’re territorial. If you don’t like my friends, get the hell out of my life and go harass someone else.”
“Baby, he didn’t mean it like that,” Oran said, trying to placate her. “It’s just, we want to be the ones to help you. You shouldn’t have to rely on someone else when you have us.”
She digested that for a moment. The baby was theirs so she supposed she could understand their feelings on the subject, but it didn’t mean she had to like it. She’d fought hard for the life she had, and wasn’t about to relinquish her independence now. Regardless of what they had to say, she was keeping her apartment. Despite their marks and their assurances, she wasn’t convinced she was their mate and she wasn’t going to throw away what she’d achieved in the past few years just because they’d decided to dictate her life.
“How about we compromise?” she offered. “I’ll let you help me some of the time, go to the doctor appointments with me if you’d like, but you won’t pressure me into leaving my apartment or shoving Griff out of my life.”
Night and Oran looked at one another before turning their gazes on her. After a minute or two, she had to fight the urge to squirm. Night’s gray eyes seemed to look right through her and Oran’s green gaze made her want things she couldn’t have. If she thought for a moment they loved her, she’d throw herself into their arms and gladly go with them. She knew it was ridiculous to think they’d love her after just one night. Even she wasn’t in love. Definitely in lust though. But that wasn’t enough reason to throw her life away and jump in with both feet into the unknown with two guys who were known for going through women. If the rumors were true, at least what she’d been able to pry out of her fellow waitresses at The Laughing Pig, neither had ever had a serious relationship and she wasn’t sure they were capable of it. And she hadn’t lied to them. Not knowing if she was their mate, she wasn’t ready to risk her heart. Just because they said it was so didn’t mean anything. They could be wrong, couldn’t they?
“Only if you agree that we have the right to change your mind,” Night said.
“Change my mind?” she asked weakly, having an idea what he meant.
He smiled. “Yeah. Change your mind.”
Before she could process what was happening, he leaned down and kissed her, his lips warm and firm against hers. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she sank her fingers into his hair. The voice of reason told her to push him away, but the little devil on her shoulder said it felt too good to deny herself the pleasure of his lips on hers. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she moaned and pulled him closer. The taste of him drove her crazy, made her want to do something rash, like take off all his clothes and lick him from head to toe, beg him to fuck her until she couldn’t stand.
She hadn’t been with anyone since her night with the two wolves, hadn’t wanted anyone else. They’d ruined her for other men with their intensity and passion. Sin couldn’t imagine being with another man. But some day, she’d have to get over that. Just not today.
As Night let her come up for air, she realized she was clinging to him like a vine and eased her grip. The look in his eyes was both hungry and tender as he smiled down at her. It was enough to make her want to burrow into him and never leave his embrace, but she had to be strong and stand her ground. She couldn’t be weak now of all times, couldn’t be swayed by kisses, even if they did make her melt.
“No way do you get to have all the fun,” Oran said, pulling her into his arms.
His lips claimed hers, bending her to his will. Where Night’s kiss had been tender and loving, Oran’s was full of fire. He drank from her lips as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue thrust into her mouth, stroking hers before retreating only to plunge back in again. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, not wanting him to ever let go. She was surprised to see this dominant side of him, and liked it.
He pulled back, but didn’t release her. If they kept kissing her like this, she had a feeling she’d give in to them before too long. They were just too irresistible.
Julian studied her in the candlelight. The soft glow caressed her face, making her even more beautiful. Her long, thick hair hung in curls to her waist. While some might call her heavy, he loved her lush curves. Just the thought of having her in his arms was enough to make him hard. He’d wanted her from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her.
When she’d first been brought to the mansion, he’d worried about his reaction to her. It was obvious Aiden had returned with Serenity instead of Daniela, and he’d wondered what that meant. If Serenity was meant for Aiden, then Julian knew he’d never have a chance with the little goddess. But he’d waited and watched and after several days he’d noticed that Aiden hadn’t once sent for Serenity, hadn’t ventured anywhere near her rooms. When Aiden had begun taking women from the harem again, Julian knew the man felt nothing for Serenity.
He’d bided his time, wanting to take things slowly, give her a chance to get to know him, adjust to his presence in her life. He knew that living amongst vampires couldn’t be easy for her. But she’d thrown him for a loop today. When he’d seen her on the floor grabbing her chest, fear had nearly consumed him. He’d realized in that moment that he didn’t want to lose her — ever. And then she’d told him she didn’t want to be a vampire, that she wouldn’t let him change her. Well, he’d just have to change her mind about that.
He watched as she ate her dinner, taking dainty bites of everything, slowly sipping her wine. She was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, and he’d lived for over a hundred years. It wasn’t like he’d never had women before. In fact, before Serenity had come to the mansion, he’d visited the harem on a regular basis, but once he’d seen her that had changed. A few of his friends had commented on his “strange behavior,” but he waved away their concerns. If he told them he’d fallen in love with the woman before him, they’d never let him hear the end of it. Humans were for food, not for love. But then, he didn’t plan on her being human much longer. He had a few weeks to make her realize that she belonged with him; he just wasn’t sure what it would take.
— A discussion between Brandt and Falan (Between Two Wolves) —
“The moment I saw you across the club last night I knew I wanted to dance with you. There was something about you that called to me; I just didn’t know what it was. And once I found out you were my mate, you owned me completely. There will never be a woman out there who could ever compare to you.”
He saw the sheen of tears in her eyes as he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Do you not realize how precious you are to us?” He lowered his head and kissed her gently. “You mean everything to us, baby.”
“Make love to me. Both of you. I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”
Robins, the mysterious butler who works at the Chancellor mansion, appears briefly throughout the Whisper series. Although he keeps a low profile, like most in his line of work, he knows many secrets. He also has some recommendations for tourists visiting Whisper.
It’s Robins’ evening off, but he’s happy to answer a few questions about the unusual town where he resides.
1. The town of Whisper is home to a wide variety of magical beings. What is your species?
Robins: I’m half-Ghoul and half-Troll. I don’t look all that different from humans, but my eating habits are quite dissimilar.
2. What do you like best about living in Whisper?
Robins: I like the acceptance and I like being judged by who I am instead of who others think I am.
3. What places of interest in Whisper do you recommend to tourists?
Robins: I’ve always enjoyed spending free time at the Whispering Wolf Library. They often have interesting art exhibits and have a fascinating collection of occult books and volumes on the history of Whisper. To read these, you must have special clearance, however. Most residents have access to the collection.
While I’m not into the club scene, I have occasionally stopped at Dragon’s Bar. It has a very relaxed atmosphere and the owner and bartender, Cal Smith, does business with a Troll brewery, so the beer is excellent. I’ve heard the food is good as well, but it’s a bit fresh for my taste, however most humans enjoy it.
For those who enjoy wildlife, be sure to visit the wolf sanctuary run by the Pritchard family. They’re our local werewolf pack. We also have a lovely beach as well as hiking trails.
If you’re looking for souvenirs, we have some lovely shops in the town square. The Sword and Dagger Antique shop, owned by Edmond Chancellor, specializes in antique weapons, in particular swords.
For accommodations, be sure to stay at the Crawford Inn. It has quite a history and the owner, Marka Crawford, is almost always happy to chat.
4. Speaking of Edmond Chancellor, he’s your employer and the leader of the Original Town Council. What is the council and how long have you worked for Mr. Chancellor?
Robins: Although we have a mayor and other town officials, the Original Town Council is a secret organization that truly runs the town. It’s made up of the four men who founded Whisper in 1650 and a descendant of the witch who founded it with them. I worked for Mr. Chancellor’s family before he was born and I will tell you that he is very different from most of his relatives. He is a man of courage, honor and compassion. When I met him, I was a servant in the dungeon of his cousin’s house. If not for Mr. Chancellor, I would probably still be there and that’s not something I want to think about. That was nearly a thousand years ago.
5. It appears you’re very loyal to Edmond Chancellor. Does your relationship go deeper than butler and employer?
Robins: I am loyal to him not merely because he is my employer. I respect Mr. Chancellor greatly.
6. What can you tell us about Tobias Crawford?
Robins: Mr. Crawford is a member of the Original Town Council and a good friend of Mr. Chancellor. He is a cat shifter descended from an ancient line in Egypt.
7. If Tobias and Edmond were to make their union permanent, how would you feel about the cat shifter becoming part of the household at Edmond Chancellor’s mansion?
Robins: I will be as pleased to serve Mr. Crawford as I am pleased to serve Mr. Chancellor. He already visits the mansion often and is a considerate guest and a good man.
It’s getting late and something tells me it’s not a wise idea to keep a half-Ghoul half-Troll from his dinner. I hope you’ve enjoyed the interview with Robins. If you’d like to learn more about his employer and Tobias Crawford, here’s an excerpt from their story.
Whisper 4: Black Cat
by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press
Vampire Edmond Chancellor and cat shifter Tobias Crawford have had a not-so-secret affair for over three hundred years. Edmond wants to bond with Tobias permanently, but Tobias has reasons for keeping his distance.
On a chilly December night, both men turn to past memories for guidance, but it’s a present danger that makes them realize that time is precious, even to men who are practically immortal.
The following excerpt from Black Cat is for readers 18 and over.
Every year since Whisper was founded, the Original Town Council had a party with family and friends. It was held at Edmond’s colonial mansion that overlooked the town from Chancellor Hill.
In the early days, the house wasn’t quite so imposing, but Edmond had expanded it and the place was now one of the largest private homes in New England.
The town itself had been Edmond’s idea–a sanctuary for the supernatural, founded by the supernatural. Here any magical person who wanted to live in harmony, without violence or prejudice, was welcome. Of course residents of Whisper took up arms when necessary, but their main goal was to create a safe haven for those in search of peace.
“Then let’s talk.” Edmond sprawled on his back and stretched. The muscles in his compact body tensed, then relaxed as he closed his eyes halfway and released a long, slow breath.
From the moment they’d met, Tobias had been captivated by him. Like most beings, supernatural or not, he’d learned to be wary of vampires, yet unlike most, he’d never been susceptible to their dangerous charms–until he’d met Edmond.
“Sorry, but I’m out of time.” Tobias rose and pulled on his clothes.
Edmond’s eyes opened fully and he raised himself on his elbows. “But you came here to talk about the party.”
“Yes. And instead we wasted time in bed.”
“Wasted? Since when is making love a waste of time?”
“Since I have somewhere to be. Let Robins plan the party. He always does most of it anyway.”
Robins, Edmond’s butler, had been with him for nearly a thousand years.
“Tobias, I’ll drop the subject of commitment, if that’s what you want, even though I don’t understand your aversion to it. As you said, we’ve been together for over three centuries.”
“Maybe you’ll drop it for now, but you’ll bring it up again. You always do.” Tobias stood in front of the mirror over Edmond’s dresser and quickly ran a brush through his glossy sable hair. He saw Edmond’s reflection in the mirror, watching him with a look of frustration on his angular face.
“I’m a man of conviction. I know what I want.” Edmond sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Though not a tall man, he had an athletic build and moved with almost catlike grace that Tobias found incredibly sexy. He paused close to Tobias and cupped the back of his head, entangling his fingers in his freshly-combed hair, he spoke against his lips, “I’ve always wanted you, Tobias. I want to spend my life with you.”
“That could be a very long time for us,” Tobias replied, somehow keeping his voice steady.
“I certainly hope so.” Edmond covered Tobias’ mouth in a possessive kiss that sent Tobias’ heart pounding.
Previous books in the Whisper series:
Whisper 1: Dragon’s Bar
Whisper 2: Bronzed
Whisper 3: Mating Call
About Kate Hill
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.
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Welcome back to Moonspell, a tiny southern town where paranormal is normal.
Brandt Fitzgerald has wondered from time to time when he would find his mate. Imagine his surprise when he finds her — and has to share her with his brother! The boys have been known to share before, but can something on a permanent basis really work?
Falan Wright has lots of curves and a little extra. She’s never been anyone’s ideal before and now she’s suddenly faced with not one but two hot men ready to be at her beck and call. What’s a woman to do? The concept of mates isn’t unknown to Falan, but is she ready to tie herself to both Fitzgerald men? Can she be woman enough for both of them?
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Falan curled up in her living room chair and touched her fingers to her lips. She’d read countless romance novels, but none of them had prepared her for Brandt’s kiss. He’d taken her by surprise. The moment his lips had touched hers time stood still. They’d felt soft yet firm as they’d moved against hers. A shiver raked her body as she remembered his tongue slowly sliding into her mouth, then retreating only to return again. He’d tasted of beer, which she usually hated, but on Brandt it had been divine. She couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss.
But why hadn’t Nolen kissed her? He claimed she was his mate, too. Did he not want her as much as Brandt did? Or had he worried about overwhelming her? If only she’d had the courage to kiss him on his way out the door. Would his kiss affect her as strongly as Brandt’s had?
She remembered how angry Brandt had seemed when she’d commented on her weight. She’d be the first to admit she had issues with her body. She’d been teased mercilessly most of her life, and had watched as all of the guys she’d liked ignored her and went out with skinny girls. What message was she supposed to derive from that except that she was fat? Her dating experience certainly hadn’t changed once she’d reached adulthood. Brandt was the first man — no, make that the first person — who’d ever called her sexy. It had made her feel all warm inside.
She understood what it meant to be their mate. And if she was honest with herself, she’d admit that she was thrilled. The thought of belonging, of being part of something special… it was all she’d ever wanted. She’d wished on countless stars to be sent a man to love who would love her in return, and now she’d been sent not one but two. She wasn’t entirely certain she could satisfy one man, much less two. But the brothers didn’t seem worried about it.
The thought of being intimate with Brandt and Nolen was both exciting and a little bit scary. She knew she couldn’t expect real life to be anything like a romance novel, but she had to wonder if they would be slow and tender, like the hero in the book she’d been reading last night. Or would it be fast and hard and leave her breathless? No matter how they made love to her, she knew she had to be honest with them and tell them she was a virgin. It was the right thing to do.
She had no doubt that they’d each been with their fair share of women, but she wondered if they’d ever shared one before. Being their mate made her special, but she wanted to be special in other ways, too. It didn’t seem fair that they got to be her first kiss, first intimate caress, first and only in her bed, if she didn’t get to be a first anything for them.
Falan had no doubt they’d be honest with her if she asked them about their sex lives; she just wasn’t one hundred percent sure she wanted to hear their answers. Men who looked like Brandt and Nolen were far from celibate. She knew they were experienced; she just had to decide whether or not she wanted to know how experienced they were. Did she really want to hear about the other women in their lives?
She picked up the card on the table and looked at it. Fitzgerald Renovations. It seemed her two hunky guys were good with their hands. She blushed at the thought of what else those hands might be good at and put the card back on the table. Looking across the room at the phone, she wondered if she should call them. They’d said she could have a few days to think things over, but what was there to contemplate? She was destined to be with them, right? From what little she knew about werewolves, she knew she’d never have to worry about infidelity, or at least she thought she didn’t. When a werewolf mated, it was for life, or so she’d been told. The moment they realized she was their mate, they wouldn’t see anyone but her. At least, that’s how she understood it. She’d only known one werewolf before and the woman didn’t live in Moonspell any longer. She’d found her mate in another pack two towns over. She and Stella hadn’t discussed the pack much, but they’d talked about guys more than once.
Maybe it would be a good idea to give Stella a call. They didn’t talk often anymore, but the werewolf had made sure to leave her new number with Falan when she’d moved.
She walked across the room and picked up the cordless phone. Dialing the number, she put the phone to her ear and went back to her chair. She curled up and waited, hoping her friend would answer. Finally, on the sixth ring, Stella picked up.
“Hi, Stella. I hope I’m not calling too late.”
“No, not at all. Everything okay?”
“Sort of. I had some questions for you.”
“What kind of questions?” Stella asked.
There was a pause, then, “Why do you need to know about werewolves?”
“Because Brandt and Nolen Fitzgerald informed me I’m their mate.”
Stella squealed. “That’s wonderful!”
“Do you know how many women have wanted to tame those two? It’s past time for them to settle down.”
“But, why me? Wouldn’t they be better suited to another werewolf?”
“Honey, we don’t pick our mates. They’re chosen for us. If you were selected as their mate, then the three of you were destined to be together.”
“You aren’t shocked that they have to share me?”
Stella laughed. “I doubt yours will be the first ménage relationship the pack has had.”
“What’s really bothering you?”
“They’re so much more experienced than I am. What if they’re disappointed? I know you told me that werewolves mate for life, but what if I can’t satisfy them? It would kill me if they went to another woman.”
“Oh, honey, you won’t have to worry about that, not with those two. There’s no one more loyal than Brandt and Nolen. If you open yourself up to them and jump in with both feet, you won’t regret it.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. Now, why don’t you give them a call and tell them you’re ready to discuss your relationship?”
“I don’t know, Stella. Maybe I should take things slowly. You know, go on a few dates and get to know them.”
Stella sighed. “It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. Just remember that they’ll be willing to do anything for you. As of today, you’re their world.”
“No pressure or anything.”
They made their goodbyes and Falan hung up the phone. She set it down on the table and stood. Not remembering whether or not she’d locked her car, she grabbed her keys and stepped outside. Her foot landed in something warm and wet and down she went. When she saw the substance was blood, she screamed and scrambled to her feet. She turned to go back in the house and froze. He’s mine was written in blood on the front of her house, next to the door.
Heart pounding, she dashed inside, slammed the door shut and locked it. Since she’d never really dated, “he” could only be Brandt or Nolen. With shaky hands, she picked up the phone and dialed Nolen.
Belonging to Hayden, the first book in the Tales of Moonspell series, is now available from Changeling Press!
Daniela Gillespie has been captured by the local vampire nest in her small hometown. But the last thing she expected to find at the mansion was the man of her dreams.
Alpha werewolf Hayden Collins has traded himself for the safety of his pack, but there’s a loophole. If he finds his mate, both of them will go free. The moment Daniela’s scent wraps around him, he knows she’s the one.
There’s just one problem. One of the nest leaders, Julian Madix, has given them one week to prove they’re mated. If it can’t be done, the vampires will keep Daniela forever.
This man, this strong, powerful man, was hers. A tingle of awareness slid down her spine, and she realized that what she wanted more than anything was to feel his lips against hers. She wanted a kiss, and not just any kiss. She wanted a kiss from the man she was destined to love. It was too soon for those feelings just yet, but if what he said was true, if she was his mate, then she knew it would come to pass. Knowing she belonged with someone, that there was a man who would care for her and love her, a man who would treat her right, made her warm inside.
She lifted her palm and placed it on his clean-shaven cheek. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her fingers. Looking up into his chocolate eyes, she rose on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to his. His hand slid through her hair and cradled the back of her head as his lips moved against hers. Daniela gave herself up to the kiss, surrendering to him completely.
Hayden’s teeth grazed her lip, nipping her. She opened, and his tongue slipped inside. The taste of him had her clinging to his shoulders, wanting more. As he plundered her mouth, his arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her even closer.
Daniela could feel how much he wanted her, the proof of his desire straining against the front of his jeans. If he desired her half as much as she wanted him, she knew he wanted nothing more than to lay her down on the bed and make love to her. And with his lips coaxing her in a sensual dance, she was almost ready for that same thing.
His hands stay in respectable places, but his touch lit her on fire. Flames of desire swept over her with every caress. She found herself leaning into his touch, wanting more of it, needing the feel of his hands on her skin.
Her nipples peaked, and she felt her pussy weep. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, more than six months since her last boyfriend, and she’d never been with a man like Hayden. She could only imagine what it would be like to make love with him. To feel those incredible lips and hands on her body, caressing her everywhere, would be amazing.
Drive Me Wild
By Jessica Coulter Smith
Published by Changeling Press
Erotic Romance Novella
Bailey Sanders has always been a one-night stand kind of woman, until she meets Alex Mendos. There’s just something about him that calls to her. His bedroom eyes, his wicked smile, his sinful body… Bailey can barely keep her hands off him, or her mind off the delicious things she’d like to do to him. But when their time together has permanent results, she wonders if she’ll be able to count on Alex. Can her scrumptious bad boy turn into a doting daddy?
A skintight black dress hugged her curves, stopping mere inches below her ass. Matching strappy sandals adorned her small feet. With her purple streaked hair pulled back and a simple choker around her neck, she looked like sex personified. She knew that dressed as she was there was a good chance she would only attract the attention of men looking for a good time, but she could hope that others would look her way, too.
The music in the club was booming and people cluttered the dance floor. She made her way to the bar and climbed onto one of the vacant stools. Ordering an Irish coffee, she settled in and observed the crowd. There were more women than men, but that didn’t deter her. Even if she didn’t find what she was looking for tonight, she could still have fun.
Bailey sipped her drink as her eyes scanned the men in the room. In the corner, she saw a group of men cutting up and having a good time. She was surprised to see that Alex was among them. Part of her wanted to go over and ask him to dance, but she refrained. While she wanted to have another taste, it wouldn’t help her long-term plan much. She tore her gaze away and looked around again. Her view was suddenly blocked by a deep blue button down shirt.
Looking up, she smiled in surprise. It wasn’t just one man standing in front of her, but two. Identical twins at that. Mm-mm. The night was looking up.
“May I help you gentleman?” she asked.
“We were hoping you might like to dance.”
“With both of you?” she asked, her gaze taking in their tousled black hair and bright blue eyes. In that regard, they reminded her of Alex. They were tall like him too, but not as well built. Not that they were tiny by any means, their muscles just weren’t as… well, Alex’s muscles had muscles. It was hardly fair to compare anyone to him.
The first one nodded. “I’m Andrew and this is my brother Adam.”
“I’m Bailey, and I’d love to dance.”
She sat her drink down and followed them onto the dance floor. Sandwiched between them, she let the beat carry her. One of her favorite songs was playing and she just let go. Dancing with wild abandon, she felt their hands caress her. She smiled and ground her hips against the one in front of her.
He placed his hands on either side of her and pulled her closer, his brother moved in even closer behind. She could feel their heat surrounding her. And then suddenly, it was gone.
She blinked and realized that someone had taken her arm and jerked her out from between the hot twins. Looking up, she saw Alex glowering down at her. What was his problem?
“Are you quite done?” he asked.
“No, actually, I’m not. If you don’t mind, I’m dancing.”
“Is that what you call it?”
She tilted her chin up. “It’s what you called it last weekend.”
Alex motioned for the twins to take a hike, then pulled her off the dance floor into a quiet corner of the room. He released her and she rubbed her arm.
“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded. “I was having fun!”
“I told you to call me.”
“What you said was that it had been fun and you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime. That doesn’t translate into me not dancing with other men.”
“I didn’t like seeing you with them.”
“You’re not the kind of guy I need right now, Alex. You don’t want to be tied down, and I’m not going to tie myself to a guy who can’t commit to me.” She turned and walked off a few steps before facing him again. “Don’t interfere again.”
She heard Alex curse behind her as she walked back toward the bar, intent on downing another drink. Instead, halfway there, she changed her mind and left the club. She heard footsteps behind her but didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until the sound was directly behind her that she got a little nervous. Glancing over her shoulder, she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Making sure you get to your car okay.”
“Alex… what do you want from me?”
He shrugged. “A chance to get to know you would be nice.”
“But you don’t do relationships.”
“Who said we had to call it a relationship?”
“Well, that’s what I’m looking for. And if you aren’t capable of that, then turn around and walk back inside and find you a quick ride for the night, because it won’t be me. What do you do, anyway, come down here every night looking to get laid?”
“One of the guys got engaged this morning. We came out to celebrate. I haven’t been here since Saturday night.”
She bit her lip. “Me neither.”
“Look, at least let me walk you to your car.”
His eyebrows rose. “You walked?” His gaze raked her from head to toe. “In that?”
“I didn’t want to be bothered with parking down here. It’s only a few blocks to my apartment.”
“Then I’ll drive you home.”
He pulled her into his arms and she melted against him. No matter how much she wanted to fight him, she just couldn’t resist him. Having his arms around her felt wonderful, and she remembered what it had been like to have his naked flesh pressed against hers, to have his cock inside of her. Breathing him in, she practically purred.
“Let me take you home,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and let him walk her to his car. He opened the passenger door and she slid into the beautiful black Mustang. The car was sleek and powerful, just like its owner. The interior smelled like him and she inhaled deeply before he got in.
The drive to her apartment was silent. If he had anything on his mind, he was saving it for when they got upstairs. Upstairs. Now there was a thought. He was going to be in her home again. They’d never made it to the bedroom last time, would he expect to get there this time? Was that why he wanted to take her home? Did he just want a repeat performance? Not that she really minded. She had been craving him since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and the craving just got worse and worse. Even now her mouth watered at the mere thought of sucking that long, hard cock of his.
He parked and helped her out of the car. They walked up the stairs to the third floor and she let them in to her apartment. His business card still sat on her coffee table, a brilliant white rectangle against the dark wood. Alex walked over and picked it up.
“Were you ever going to use this?”
“It’s only been a few days.”
He dropped it back onto the table. “I had hoped you would have called by now. I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Every second of every day.” He moved closer, pulling her body tight against his. “Remembering the taste of your lips, the scent of your soft skin, the feel of your pussy as it gripped my cock… Thoughts of you have been driving me mad.”
He’d thought of her? He hadn’t just forgotten her once he’d walked out of her door? She smiled and leaned her head against his chest. Her hands rested on his upper arms, strong arms, arms made for holding and protecting. Thud. Thud. His heart pounded and she wondered if he was just immensely turned on right then, or if he was nervous. She knew he wanted her, she’d seen the bulge in his pants before she’d gotten in his car with him. Hers was pounding too, mostly from desire. She wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. Only Alex made her feel this way. Why? What was it about him that called to her so? She’d been attracted to men before, but with Alex there felt like there was something more.
“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted softly.
He leaned down and gently captured her lips with his. She trembled in his arms and leaned into him. His tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and pure male lust, and she couldn’t get enough of him.
|Sean has spent his life in the small-minded town of Willow Grove. Given his preference in sexual partners, finding romance has always been a challenge — until Brian.When Brian walks into Sam’s Place, the first thing he sees is Sean, and he knows he has to have him. When he takes Sean back to his place, he reveals his true self, and hopes that Sean will accept him — fangs and all.
I couldn’t believe my luck. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen had just walked into Sam’s Place, a bar not exactly known as a hangout for gay couples. So why was tall, dark, and yummy smiling and heading my way? I was glad I’d worn my blue buttondown shirt with my jeans, knowing the color matched my eyes.
As the man approached, I looked him over from head to toe, lingering on his broad, sculpted chest and flat stomach. I wasn’t exactly short at 5’10″, but this man topped me by several inches. Just thinking of having that large, hard body pressed against mine as he fucked me was enough to make me hard.
I shifted on the barstool, my cock now pressing against the front of my pants. I was uncomfortable, but in a good way.
The man’s smile widened as he stopped in front of me, obviously having noticed my frank appraisal. “Like what you see?” he asked in a deep, rumbling voice.
“Oh yeah.” I immediately flushed, not believing I’d just said that aloud. Clearing
my throat, I nodded toward the bartender. “Can I buy you a beer?”
“Sounds good. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Hey, Scott, bring another Corona with a slice of lime,” I shouted to my friend.
Scott smiled and nodded. Noticing the man standing in front of me, he winked.
“I’m Brian,” the man said, holding out his hand.
I shook it and smiled. “Sean.”
He slid onto the barstool next to mine. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” I took a sip of my beer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.
Are you just visiting?”
“Actually, I just moved here. I accepted a position at Hankins & Wilson.”
My eyes widened. “You’re a lawyer?”
He laughed. “Yeah, why? You have a thing against lawyers?”
“No, it’s just… you seem a little young to be a lawyer. So what do you think of Willow Grove so far?”
“Quaint. It’s part of what drew me here. I miss small town charm.”
“You’re from a small town?”
Scott brought Brian’s beer, opened it and sat it down in front of him. As he took a swallow, I watched his throat muscles work and felt my cock throb.
“I grew up in a small town outside of Dallas. No place I’m sure you’ve heard of.
Population three hundred.”
“Wow, and I thought Willow Grove was bad with five hundred.”
He smiled. “It just gets better and better, that’s for sure.”
I returned his smile and wondered if he was after something long term or just a one night stand. I wasn’t really a one-night stand type of guy, but I might be willing to make an exception for him. All I knew was that I wanted him. I’d never been so fiercely attracted to a man before in my life.
“I’d have to agree.”
Brian tipped his head toward the door. “Want to get out of here?”
I hopped off the barstool. “Love to.”
He stood and reached for my hand, tugging me toward the door. Disgusted looks followed us, except for Scott who was smiling. Brian paid for the beer and I fought the urge to stick out my tongue at the bar patrons. It was time for Willow Grove to be more open-minded.
When we got outside, he led me to a silver Audi parked at the curb. It just showed how different we really were. My older Honda was trusty but nothing to brag about, not compared to the sleek machine in front of me. As I slid into the butter soft interior, I inhaled the new car smell.
Brian got in on the driver’s side and started the car. “So… I feel like I should tell you that I don’t believe in one-night stands.” He stared into my eyes. “But I do believe in love at first sight.”
I gulped. “Me too. To both.”
He gave me a slow, sexy grin. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours. Mine tends to be noisy.”
He nodded and pulled away from the curb. In less than five minutes, we were in front of a small house on a quiet street.
We got out and I followed him up to the house. When we approached the door, the porch light popped on, illuminating us in soft yellow light.
“I should warn you, I didn’t clean up today,” he said as he pushed the door open.
“I don’t care.” And I really didn’t.
When we stepped inside, I was surprised at the décor. I had expected cool, contemporary pieces, not the lush oversized brown leather sofa and chair. A rustic wooden coffee table dominated the middle of the room, giving the place a western feel. Black and white photos from what I assumed to be Texas hung on the walls, along with a few photos of him with an older woman and man whom I assumed were his parents.
He kicked the door shut and stepped close to me, gently grabbing my nape. Pulling me close, he kissed me softly, his lips moving over mine in a sensual dance. When I parted my lips, his tongue slipped inside and I nearly came in my pants. I’d never wanted a man like I wanted Brian.
Cover art: Bryan Keller
Genre(s): Hot Flashes, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay
Sean has spent his life in the small-minded town of Willow Grove. Given his preference in sexual partners, finding romance has always been a challenge — until Brian.
When Brian walks into Sam’s Place, the first thing he sees is Sean, and he knows he has to have him. When he takes Sean back to his place, he reveals his true self, and hopes that Sean will accept him — fangs and all.
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June 18, 2012 at 9:29 pm (author, Erotic Romance, Jessica Coulter Smith, Reading, Writing) (Changeling Press, Contemporary Romance, erotic romance, Jessica Coulter Smith, Office Romance, Rescuing Zoey)
Zoey has had erotic dreams about her boss, Sebastian Montcrief, for the longest time, but doubts he would ever look at her as more than an employee. When his cousin Andrew Montcrief joins Bellmont Enterprises, Zoey and Andrew team up to win her the attention of the elusive Sebastian.’
At the office, I did my work as usual, trying to keep a low profile. I smiled when people walked by, but tried to mind my business otherwise. The women didn’t seem to like me, not since my very first day. I kept to myself. Well, mostly.
Landon Wells was a close friend and colleague, and the only person I really talked to in the office. As a gay man, he had it rough. The other guys in the office either avoided him or made snide remarks about the fact he preferred men. There were definitely grounds for him to file harassment charges against them, but he just let it slide. He always said that there were small minds everywhere, and it was easier to ignore them than to try fighting the whole world. Still, I would have slapped them with a lawsuit. But that’s just me.
My email dinged and I opened a message from Nancy, Sebastian’s secretary. Groaning, I dropped my head in my hands. Great, another meeting. I was still completely embarrassed over the last one. Sebastian had asked me a question repeatedly, but I’d been too busy fantasizing about having sex with him to hear anything he’d said. I’d been mortified when Landon nudged me with a snicker and nodded toward the boss, knowing exactly where my mind had been — in the gutter.
I grabbed my pen and notepad, and headed for the conference room, wishing there was a way I could sit with my back to my boss. It was the only way I wouldn’t fantasize about him; at least I thought I wouldn’t. Then again, Sebastian was yummy enough that I’d probably daydream about him regardless.
When I entered the room, only a few people had made it. Hurrying over to Landon, I claimed the chair next to his. Brett Sawyer sat on my left and leered at me. I rolled my eyes and turned to Landon, planning to ignore the annoying Brett.
“What do you think the meeting’s about?” I asked softly.
Landon shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
I chewed on my lower lip, a little worried. Our stocks had dipped a bit in the last few weeks, and I’d heard rumors of budget cuts. Usually that translated into lay-offs. Not only did I not want to be parted from my delicious boss’s company, but I couldn’t afford to lose my job. My apartment might not be much, but it was mine. No, it wasn’t my living expenses that I couldn’t afford, it was my shopping bills. I had maxed out all of my credit cards, much to my horror. But I was addicted to clothes and shoes. My overstuffed closet bore witness to this fact.
When Sebastian walked in the door, I felt my heart flutter in my chest. No matter how many times I saw him, my body reacted to him on sight, wanting him with an intensity that bordered on being embarrassing. Good thing men weren’t entirely like dogs, otherwise they would have smelled my arousal every time the man came near me.
He smiled broadly at all of us, everyone now gathered around the large table waiting on whatever news he had to impart.
“Good morning. I know you’re probably wondering why I called this meeting and I promise to keep it brief.” He met our eyes, his gaze resting on each of us in turn. Did he linger a little on me, or was that just wishful thinking? “I’ve decided to bring in some fresh blood to help with marketing so my cousin, Andrew Montcrief, will be joining us starting Monday. He’s a likeable guy so I’m sure everyone will get along well with him.”
Brett’s hand slid up the slit of my skirt, and I turned and glared at him. When he just grinned unrepentantly, I smacked him in the arm — hard. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried something like that and I doubted it would be the last. The man couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself and didn’t understand the word “no” in any language. I’d complained to H.R. a few times, but they hadn’t done anything. So I’d decided to ignore him as much as possible.
“Zoey, is there a problem?” Sebastian asked, one eyebrow arched.
“Um, uh… No.”
“So you were swatting a fly on Mr. Sawyer’s arm?”
“Uh, no… that is, um…”
“I’ll see you in my office after the meeting, Zoey.”
Amidst the snickers at the table, he turned away from me and immediately began speaking again. My face flamed in embarrassment, and I looked beseechingly at Landon. The louse only shrugged and grinned, knowing full well why I’d smacked Brett.
I couldn’t focus for the rest of the meeting and was somewhat surprised when everyone stood to leave. It had ended without me hearing a single thing — not good. Thankfully, it looked like Landon had taken excellent notes so I could just get everything from him later, even if it meant enduring a bit of teasing about my infatuation with the boss.
As I stood, Sebastian motioned for me to follow him to his office. His assistant glared at me as I walked past her desk and into Sebastian’s office. When I heard the door click shut behind me, my shoulders stiffened. While being alone with him might have been my ongoing fantasy, I wasn’t sure I trusted myself. With my luck, I’d assault the man and practically beg him to have sex with me on his desk, the floor, or anywhere else he wanted.
“Zoey, care to explain to me what happened today?”
I swallowed. No, not really. “Well…um…”
“Sometime today, Zoey.”
“Brett tried to stick his hand up my skirt,” I blurted out, inwardly wincing. Subtlety was not my strong suit to be sure.
“I see.” He pursed his lips. His beautiful, full, kissable lips.
I jerked my attention away from his delightful mouth and focused on his eyes. Not much better really, but I had to look somewhere. My gaze started to drop and I forced it to stay on his face. I would not look at his crotch in hopes of seeing how big his cock was, I absolutely… okay, so I peeked.
“Do you want to file a complaint against him?” he asked, and my eyes jerked back up to his face.
“No, that’s not necessary.” I wasn’t about to tell the man I’d already filed several complaints. I somehow doubted he wanted to hear that his H.R. department wasn’t doing an adequate job.
Both eyebrows lifted. “He’s done this sort of thing before?”
I nearly snorted. “Uh, yeah. A few times.” More like a few hundred.
“I’m sorry you’ve been having problems with him. The good news is that he’ll be reporting to Andrew starting Monday, and my cousin won’t tolerate any foolishness. If Brett touches you again, just tell Andrew and he’ll take care of it.”
He gave me a small smile and I thought my legs would buckle. “You can go back to your desk now.”
I nodded again and slowly walked out of the office, thankful my legs would still hold me up. I left the door ajar on my way out.
Sour Grapes, a.k.a. Nancy, glared at me once more. I felt like sticking my tongue out at her, but refrained — barely.
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