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Last week I gave you a taste of Weylyn in the second of the Encounters stories, Weylyn’s Gift.This week it’s a peek at the third Encounters short story, Magic Lessons. This is a M/M short story about wizard and club owner Drake Keating and the manager of his club, Justin Scott, who’s been in love with him forever.

All the hot rubbing against each other ceased as Drake dropped to his knees, his tongue snaking out to lick all around the swollen head of Justin’s cock as if it was a lollypop. When he flicked at the sensitive underside, the thick erection jerked in his grasp and Justin groaned. Drake loved teasing Justin. The expression on his face was pure lust and it turned Drake on.

Justin sank his hands into Drake’s short blonde hair. “Do I look like a popsicle to you?” he rasped, his voice breathless with lust.



Weylyn’s Gift will be out in October. Not sure when Magic Lessons will be out. Depends on when I get it to my editor.  If you’re interested, I’m talking about revisions and getting rights back over at Castles and Guns today.The post includes info on the Encounters series which I’ve been showcasing for you here.

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Many thanks to everyone who comes by here to read my words and comment each week. Your support is greatly appreciated! Please stop by the Six Sentence Sunday website and check out the other writers participating this week.

This week my six is from the next Encounters short story, Weylyn’s Gift. The hero is my horndog werewolf Weylyn Randall and a mysterious woman who turns out to be his mate Keir. This short story showcases how they meet and get together.

She knelt, her mouth trailing hot, wet, sucking kisses from his mouth down to his chest. She pushed his hands away from his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Weylyn clutched the chair with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair from her face as she bent to take him in her mouth. The most exquisite sensation enveloped him as her damp, velvety mouth suckled him.  Flames rose inside him, higher and higher. His hips shifted, and he resumed rocking on the chair, the dildo fucking him with just the right pressure, as Keir’s tongue swirled over the head of his cock.


Hope you enjoyed Weylyn! Have a great Sunday!

 

 

 

 

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This week I’m back with another bit of Safe Haven. In this excerpt, my heroine Sasha is the one doing the ogling out her window. She’s watching Mason stand at his window and strip, preparatory to the two of them masturbating for each other.

Sasha loved his body. Golden skinned from the sun, she doubted he went to a salon despite the lack of sun in Seattle, his body had muscles that appeared honed from hard work rather than the gym. He was far from perfect but she found his flaws endearing. The ragged scar on his left flank that marred the beauty of his taut buttocks. The rock hard abs that didn’t quite have six pack definition. The thick cock with its definite curve to the right.

Meet Anderson Dornelles. He’s a hottie and about as close to how I envision Mason as I’m probably going to get!

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This week, another taste of my Christmas WIP Breath of Heaven. My flyboys Sebastian and Ryder have had a shock as tragedy engulfs Ryder’s brother, hockey star Ryan Beckett.

A rush of emotion swept over Ryder and his legs gave out, dropping him to the ground. Caught off balance, Sebastian was pulled with him and the two of them tumbled into the hole Ryder had dug which was fast becoming a mud pit in the downpour. Ryder twisted around, pressing his body against Sebastian’s, ignoring the mud that caked them both.

“Ryan’s loss made me realize what you went through when my plane went down,” he said hoarsely, tears forming in his eyes and trickling out to mingle with the rain on his face.

He dug his fingers into Sebastian’s hard shoulders, holding him tightly with a frantic sense of their mortality fueling his strength and urgency.

I’m over at Castles and Guns today talking about cover art and plot bunnnies and a serious lack of time! Come on over and see the newest Tales cover and let me know what you think of it. And don’t forget to stop by the Six Sentence Sunday site and check out the other writer offerings!

Happy Sunday!

 

 

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This week I’m giving you some WIP love. Breath of Heaven is a Christmas short story and sequel to my Don’t Ask Don’t Tell novella Afterburner (in the MLR Press anthology Honorable Silence.) It’s Christmas and my flyboys Sebastian “Babe” Marchetti and Ryder “Flip” Beckett-Marchetti are more in love than ever. When tragedy strikes their family, the magic of Christmas turns grief and pain into a miracle of life and love.

As Haley snapped on a pair of latex gloves, Ryder spun the chair and wiggled his brows suggestively at Bas. “C’mon, Babe. You know you want the Flying Marchetti tattoo.”

Bas stepped close to his lover, their bodies brushing. “You know what I want and it’s got nothing to do with ink and needles and that damned tattoo my brother is so proud of,” Bas growled, dipping his head a little so that his mouth hovered over Ryder’s.

“Later. I promise you can have that later. After the ink.”

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