Tuesday, May 14, 2013

On The Coming Soon Page At DsP - Pure

Hey everyone! Pure is on the Coming Soon page and is ready for pre-order. The release date is June 12th.


Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.

Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.

Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.

Zygi took a sip of his beer. “It’s just out of character for Jeff to put on that kind of show. He’s usually very controlled.”
“I can tell you now, Cam isn’t. He does try, though. But when he gets mad, everyone around knows it.” Mo shuddered. Boy, was that an understatement.
Zygi shrugged, unconcerned. “I guess love will make you lose your head. Then there was Brad, and that one would make a saint lose his temper. No-good bastard.”
Mo sipped his drink through a straw. Again, he didn’t understand what Zygi meant. “You don’t like Brad much.”
“No. I have no time for liars and users.” Zygi checked his watch and missed the pained look that came into Mo’s eyes. “Damn, I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun. We better call it a night—I have to work early in the morning. You got a way home?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t have a car.” Mo couldn’t tell Zygi that his normal mode of transportation was to appear in a swirl of smoke.
“Then how did you get over here?” Zygi signed the ticket the waitress had left and stood up.
“Grabbed a taxi.” Mo wanted to scream as he added yet another lie to the growing pile he was knee-deep in already, remembering the remark Zygi had made about liars.
Zygi frowned. “You’re staying with Cam, right?”
“Um, yes.”
Zygi grabbed Mo’s hand and turned to leave the cabana. “I’ll take you home. No point in wasting money on a taxi.”
Mo jerked when Zygi touched him. Once again that tingle raced up his arm. “O-oh, okay, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
Zygi stopped as he made his way through the crowded dance floor and turned back to face Mo. “Believe me, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
Mo shivered. Oh yeah, he believed the big man. Silently, he followed Zygi to the private garage for employee parking. Zygi walked Mo to his jacked-up 4x4 Chevy truck. Mo looked up, then up, then up some more until he located the door handle. Bewildered, Mo turned and looked at Zygi.
“Ah, is there a ladder? Maybe a rope, something I can use to get into this thing?”
Zygi laughed, unlocked the truck, and opened the passenger door. Why point out the running boards under the door if Mo hadn’t noticed them? Besides, it gave him another excuse to touch Mo. He placed his hands around Mo’s slim waist and lifted. Again electricity shot up both arms as soon as he touched Mo. Yup, same reaction as before.
“Grab the handle above the door and pull yourself in.” Zygi’s voice was husky as his hands flexed around Mo’s waist. He gave Mo a boost by placing his hand flat on that tight, sexy ass and pushing. He hardened when he heard Mo’s startled squeak. Zygi stepped back. Before the door closed, he caught a quick glimpse of wide blue eyes and teeth nibbling a tender bottom lip.
Mo squirmed in the seat, trying to convince his hard-on to go down before Zygi got in the truck. He looked at his lap—no such luck. One touch and he was all but jumping out of his skin. Mo nibbled his bottom lip imagining what it would feel like when Zygi did more than just touch his ass. He moaned and his wayward dick throbbed from the thought.
“Go down,” Mo whispered to his dick, one hand clutching the door handle as Zygi opened the driver’s door.
A smirk crossed Zygi’s face. He’d heard Mo, and the Dom in him demanded he call Mo on it. But he wrestled that side of himself back. Mo looked like he was ready to leap from the truck as it was, and Zygi knew there was no way the boy was ready for that kind of… play.
“You okay?” Zygi asked, then frowned as the word “boy” circled in his mind. Mo certainly was no boy. He looked to be middle thirties at the very least, and all that gray hair made him look a bit older, but “boy” fit.
“Ah, yeah, why?”
“If you want the window to go down, you’ll have to wait for me to turn on the truck.” Zygi watched as a slight blush worked up Mo’s neck. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have that side of him completely under control. “That is what you wanted to go down, right?”
“Oh. Oh yeah, right.” The noise Mo made was close to a hysterical giggle. He cringed at the sound and blushed harder.
Mo’s unease made Zygi want to fold him in his arms. He was surprised by the urge to protect Mo, coddle him, until he calmed down. Then he wanted to work him back up by putting Mo over his knee and spanking that tight ass until Mo begged him to stop. There was such an untouched quality to him that stirred every primitive instinct Zygi possessed. He knew there was no way Mo was untouched, not at his age, but still. He wanted to take that sweet innocence and…. What? Certainly not destroy it, or even taint it. So what then? The Dom in him knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted to claim him, brand Mo as his, and dare anyone to look at what belonged to him. What he wanted was to see his collar around Mo’s neck, and that shocked him. It had been a long time since he’d felt the urge to collar someone, and Mo was nowhere near ready for that.