Monday, September 27, 2021

Pucker Up Monday

Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It’s not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I thought I’d try to start the week off right for y’all.

Monday, September 20, 2021

Pucker Up Monday

Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It’s not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I thought I’d try to start the week off right for y’all.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

Thursday Book Recommendation


These are books I’ve read and really enjoyed. Most of what I talk about will probably be paranormal/scifi but not always. Although it’s rare, I do read some contemporary. 

This week is: The Perfect Dom by Shannon West



Jordy wants to break out of his mold, change his life and do exciting things on the weekends like his best friend and work confidante, Tori, who also has a slightly scandalous secret. Tori is a Domme at local club, with a sexy submissive and an exciting sex life. Jordy has been living vicariously through her adventures for a while now, but he’s decided he wants to be a Dom too—but not just any Dom. He wants to be the perfect Dom, with the perfect sub. He just hasn’t been ready yet to take the necessary steps to get there. He was definitely working on it though. Kind of. When Tori invites him to her club, he’s anxious to go and learn more. He’s definitely excited about the idea of a relationship where he holds all the power. It would make a nice change from work, where his new boss is a tyrant who’s mean to him and drives him crazy.


When experienced Dom Logan arrives at his club to do a demo on Shibari, he looks out over his audience and is shocked to see two familiar faces—two secretaries from his own office. Since he never mixes business with pleasure and prefers to wear a mask at the club, they don’t recognize him, and he’s fine with that. But one of them—Jordy—is the beautiful bane of his existence. He’s incompetent, disobedient and altogether a brat—Logan has wanted him from the first time he saw him. He’d be crazy to get anything started with the man, but he’s almost impossible to resist. What harm would there be in a simple demonstration that even a novice could handle? Just one night--and then he never has to touch the gorgeous Jordy again. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Could it?



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Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Tuesday Teaser - At Sixes and Sevens


Today's teaser is from Sixes and Sevens. This is Aidric and Carter's story. (This is in Carter's POV.)

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I threw back my head and howled, the chilling sound rising until it reached a crescendo. That should catch Temple and Shea’s attention. I lowered my head and stared at Delaney, watching and waiting.

Focused on my opponent, I watched Delaney’s eyes, looking for a sign that would betray what he planned…. Ah, there it was—a quick look at my front legs. Delaney lunged, aiming his immense jaw for my foreleg.

Reading his intent clearly, I also surged forward, head-butting Delaney, making him stagger back. He shook his head, whimpered, then snapped to attention as I circled him. Delaney swiped at me with his massive paws but only managed to land a few hits. Pitiful. There were pups better trained than this.

I blocked the majority of his attacks and got a few of my own in. Lucky for him I wasn’t trying to kill him. Delaney had several cuts that seeped blood. As we fought, our growls brought pack members running. I leaped at Delaney, teeth slashing. Delaney mostly managed to dodge me, but his right claws caught my muzzle, and deep scratches dripped blood. That shit stung.

Shea and Temple’s voices drifted over the rumblings of the crowd. I relaxed. While I dealt with this, one beta would protect my mate while the other ensured nobody jumped into the middle of the brawl.

Delaney, in desperation, took chances that left him open and vulnerable. I didn’t want to maim him, just teach Delaney a lesson. Maybe hurt him a little. Okay, more than a little, but he’d live. My pack needed to understand I’d punish anyone who threatened my mate.

Moving quickly, I pushed Delaney onto his back and pinned him there with my larger body. Whipping his head back and forth, Delaney snarled in frustration, unable to dislodge me. Using his paws, Delaney attempted to push me off him, but on his back and unable to regain his footing, Delaney was trapped.

Delaney whined sharply but still refused to submit. The more Delaney struggled, the more I nipped him, drawing blood. After several minutes of squirming, snapping, and snarling, I had enough.

Baring my teeth, I lunged and closed them around Delaney’s throat. Delaney froze under me, his cry high-pitched and fearful. I snarled, low and fierce, shaking my head in warning. Although I didn’t want to, I would rip his throat out if he forced my hand. A loud, frantic yip from the other wolf signaled he finally submitted.

“Alpha, let him go, please.” Temple spoke softly, not far from me. “Delaney submitted, and I’m sure he learned his lesson. Let him go and check on your mate.”

After one final shake for emphasis, I released Delaney. Tongue hanging out, I trotted over to where Aidric stood next to Shea. My wolf, finally having the opportunity to meet Aidric, wanted to make a point the pack couldn’t ignore. I rubbed against Aidric, covering him in my scent, then sniffed him.

He smelled… different. Not bad, just not wolf. I sniffed harder. What was that scent? Not wolf, but…? I stuck my nose in his crotch and sniffed as hard as I could. A strangled yell came somewhere from above my head and then hands were pushing at my head.

“Good goddess, did you have to stick your nose there?”

Shea stood next to my mate, laughing, although I didn’t know why. Was Aidric afraid? I couldn’t have that. I dropped my ass on the ground and did my best imitation of a friendly wolf. I sniffed again. Okay, so not scared. I didn’t smell fear.

Aidric finally reached out and scratched me behind an ear. My eyes crossed. Oh. Oh that was so good. How did he know? My back leg started jumping. I needed to get closer. Aidric smelled so good, so… so… mine. I scooted nearer, and Aidric stumbled back. Why was he moving away?

I didn’t want him moving away; I wanted him closer. He really needed to be covered in my scent too. Too many wolves were around, and my pretty kitty was unclaimed. I’d covered the bottom half of him, but… I eyed Aidric, then hopped up on my back legs setting my front paws to rest on Aidric’s shoulders.

“Holy fuck!” Aidric yelled, grabbing my front legs.

Ha! Standing up like this I was still taller than him. Funny! I decided to share the funny with him. Facing him, I went on to tell him just how funny I found that. I huffed, yelped, and yipped, then ran my tongue along the side of his face.

“Oh shit, please tell me someone’s getting this with their cell phone.” Shea laughed hysterically.

What? What was I doing that need to be recorded with the cell phone? I didn’t see what the big deal was, so I dropped back down onto four paws and head-butted Shea as hard as I could. When he ended up on his ass, I pranced around him, tail wagging madly and barking. Now that was funny. I stuck my muzzle right in his face and told him all about it.

“Damn, man, you needed a TicTac. Your breath smells like… yeah. Ugh.” Shea pushed my muzzle out of his face.

We were odd creatures when in our human forms, and my breath was just fine. Speaking of creatures, I bounced back to my mate and started rubbing and sniffing him again. What was that scent? It reminded me of happy times, sunny days, freshly mowed lawns… and vanilla. I’d never played with a cat before. Could I get him to shift? I wanted him to shift! I wanted to see the pretty kitty.

“Jeez, are you always this giddy when you kick ass?” Aidric asked.

“I can safely say I’ve never seen him act like this,” Temple said, choking on his laughter. “It’s kind of cute in an insane Carter type of way. But he really needs to shift back.”

Screw that. I didn’t want to shift back, so I turned my head and curled my upper lip, displaying a massive fang at Temple. I wanted to play with the kitty… I just needed the kitty to shift, so I barked at Aidric. Aidric, hands on his hips, shook his head.


Monday, September 13, 2021

Pucker Up Monday

Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It’s not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I thought I’d try to start the week off right for y’all.

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Thursday Book Rec


Thursday Book Recommendation 

These are books I’ve read and really enjoyed. Most of what I talk about will probably be paranormal/scifi but not always. Although it’s rare, I do read some contemporary.


This week is: Soul Eater: M/M Fantasy Romance (Monstrous Book 1) by Lily Mayne



Twenty years ago, monsters rose on earth and began a new age of civilization.


One where humans live in military-controlled, cramped and dirty cities along the coasts, and the majority of the United States is known as the Wastes. A lawless, desolate and dangerous place, teeming with monsters that have claimed the land for their own.

Including Wyn the Soul Eater.


He appears every three years, making his way across the country and slaughtering humans randomly, sucking them dry until they’re nothing but husks.


I’ve only been in the military for six months, but now I’m part of a unit tasked with trying to stop and capture him. And when I’m the only soldier out of hundreds that the Soul Eater leaves alive, I realise that… something about me has intrigued him.


But what is it? What could a twenty-three year old guy from the south, with no one and nothing in the world, have possibly done to capture the attention of a death monster with horns, blackened fingertips and a face hidden in the dark depths of his hood?


Soul Eater is the debut novel of Lily Mayne. It is the first in a planned post-apocalyptic fantasy series featuring monsters and human men falling in love. Warning: This m/m love story contains explicit content and is not suitable for young readers. There are also graphic depictions of torture and violence.


Revised and extended: August 2021


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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Tuesday Teaser - It Takes Two to Tango


Today's teaser is from It Takes Two to Tango. This is Remi and Marshell's story.

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Heller unlocked his cell. “Hey babe, I—what? Lawson, stop yelling. I can’t….” Every drop of blood drained out of Heller’s face. “Oh goddess, are you okay? How bad? Where are you? Fuck. Are you sure…. What? Yes. Okay, yes, he’s right here with me. I… oh, fuck me, are you sure?” Heller glanced at me, his breathing spiking. “Okay, we’re on our way. Just… just hang on.”

No. No, no, no. No! My chest hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe. My head spun, and my stomach roiled nastily. I wanted to puke. Little flashing lights swam before my eyes. I grabbed the side of the truck to keep myself standing upright, even though my knees threatened to give out.

“Remi? Remi!”

Far off I heard someone yelling my name. My head hurt. My chest blazed with pain.


I heard Lawson plain as day say hunters had attacked them… and Marshell was stabbed in the chest with a knife.

I lost you before I ever had a chance to know you. My vision went gray, and everything faded away.



“ARE YOU sure we should’ve brought him?”

“Yes. This isn’t going to be easy for him, but trying to keep him away would have been useless. At least this way I’m here. If I have to, I can control him.”

Voices teased my consciousness. Something nagged at me, some sense of urgency that demanded I wake and deal with it. I didn’t want to, though. I knew, I just knew something horrible waited for me. I was tempted to turn away, to let go… to sink back into the darkness where I was numb.

But I wasn’t one to run.

I opened my eyes. My Alpha’s scent, so warm and soothing, wrapped around me, although there was nothing sexual about it. His arm was around my shoulders and my head rested against his chest. His heart frantically pounded in my ear. Why was he holding me? I glanced around and finally figured out I was in a truck cab, and we were moving.

What was I doing here? It was dark out, but I could see Heller was driving, so…. We were in his truck? Maybe? The whine of the tires echoed in my ears. So silent. They were so silent, but something, some scent—it smelled like rotten eggs—saturated the cab of the truck.

“Remi?” My Alpha’s voice rumbled against my ear, comforting me.

Suddenly my cat screamed in my mind, a wailing stab of misery. My body locked up. Pain. Oh, the pain. Sharp and nasty, it spread through me as I remembered my mate was gone. The wail went on and on, whipping against my skin, my heart. All I could do was suffer, the sound hammering at me—filling me up until there was nothing but hot, searing agony.

The scent was grief.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” I croaked. My throat hurt. Had I been screaming? The scent of their grief increased, all but choking me.

“We don’t know anything for sure.” Heller clutched the wheel. “Lawson was nearly hysterical. He was yelling about hunters and knives and blood and…. Gods, someone tape my mouth shut, please. Fuck, I’m sorry, man. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I’m also freaked the fuck out.”

Hearing that said out loud stabbed me in the heart. “I overheard Lawson telling you Marshell had been stabbed in the chest… in the heart. He’s dead, Heller. You can’t stab someone in the heart and have them not be dead.” Agony screeched across my nerves as my cat demanded out. “What happened?”

Look at me using complete sentences and everything.

“I didn’t talk to Lawson long because I needed to get help, and you passed out.” Heller’s voice was eerily devoid of emotions. “Lawson said they were run off the road by two hunters who then attacked them.”

That’s right, I remembered Lawson saying that now. Run off the road. That meant the hunters had staked Marshell out. How did they find him? Why were they doing this? I didn’t remember any hunters ever coming after our kind. “Is… is Lawson okay?”

“He’s… yeah, pretty much. He took a few hits, but nothing too bad.”

It pained me to hear how Heller’s voice shook. I was so lost in my misery, I hadn’t stopped to think about how Heller was doing. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Lawson gave as good as he got. He’s stronger and heals faster now, thank fuck. One hunter went after him, but he said she seemed more concerned with keeping him busy. He got her pretty good too, he said. The other hunter went after Marshell.”

“And stabbed him,” I said dully. My skin rippled with the need to shift.

“No. Don’t shift,” Alpha Armonty demanded, his voice taking on that powerful, unnatural tone that was impossible to ignore—his Alpha voice. “Not here in the truck. It isn’t safe.” I couldn’t refuse an outright order from my Alpha.

My cat settled down, but the anger and pain still swirled in my mind. There was no escaping it. How was I going to live with this anguish? I wanted to scream, yell, rip into something until I tasted blood—just claw it all to pieces.

I was afraid once I did shift, I wouldn’t change back to human anytime soon. Maybe that was better. My cat didn’t care for the things that occupied my human mind—his needs were more basic.

“Why are…. Where are we going? Where are they?” I asked. I needed to distract myself from the pressing need to shift.

“The attack happened not far from Marshell’s home. The hunters ran off after…. Um, Lawson’s truck won’t start,” Heller said. “They’re sitting out there on the side of the road, and one of them has a large… ah, that is to say—”

“What Heller means is Lawson got Marshell in the truck, so they have some privacy, but yes, we do need to get there before someone stops to help or calls the cops. We don’t need that,” Alpha Armonty said.

I was drowning. My mate was on the side of the road with a fucking knife buried in his chest. Yeah, having humans see that could present a problem for our kind, but it really didn’t matter to me. Fuck the humans. It was humans who killed my mate. Call me crazy, but that took precedence in my mind over any human.

“Dolf and the rest of the betas are on the way there too. We’ll take care of everything. You just… just—”

“Not lose my shit?”

“Yes,” Alpha Armonty said. “I’m so sorry. We’re here for you. We’ll help you—whatever you need.”

Nothing could help me, but I didn’t say that. What I needed was gone. At least we hadn’t mated. If that tie had existed between us, I wasn’t sure I could’ve survived Marshell’s death. The way I felt right now, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it anyway.

“Someone needs to call his sister,” I said.

“Oh, I’m willing to bet that was the second phone call Lawson made.” A grimace crossed Heller’s face. “If he did, then we need to be prepared for Janelle.”

“What do you mean?” Alpha Armonty asked. “Prepared how?”

“We don’t really know that much about the Vetala, but from what I’ve heard Lawson say, their females are the more… violent ones. I don’t think she’d hurt any of us since she’s part of our clowder, but she’s going to be wild with grief. I wouldn’t…. Don’t try to protect the little woman, is what I’m saying.”

“I don’t think she should be there, but I understand,” Alpha Armonty said.

“Wild horses couldn’t drag her away.” Heller sighed. “Lawson’s going to need her, and frankly…. What the hell?”

“What?” Alpha Armonty asked.

Heller stared up at the rearview mirror. “There’s a car coming up fast.”

It zoomed past us, not even slowing down. The taillights disappeared in the night.

“Oh, fuck me running, that was Janelle. Damn woman drives like a bat out of hell,” Heller snarled. “She better not wrap herself around a telephone pole. I’ll kill her if she does. That’s the last thing Lawson needs right now.”

It was the last thing any of us needed, but I didn’t say that. Not long after she passed us, we saw Lawson’s truck sitting off the side of the road. Janelle’s car was in front of them. I wasn’t ready for this. What if I… what if I completely freaked out? What if I lost it right there?

Heller pulled in behind Lawson’s truck. The vehicle used to attack Lawson and Marshell was nowhere in sight. My Alpha barely got out of the truck before I too was out. I ran toward the other truck. The passenger door was open. Janelle and Lawson were crowded around the door. I heard Heller yell Lawson’s name. His fear barely penetrated the fog of despair around me.

“I’m fine… oomph! Heller, really, I’m okay. Come on, hellcat. Easy there.”

I heard them, but all I could see was Marshell’s long braids through the back window. My mate. The scent of blood and violence still hung in the air. Just as I drew even with the back of the truck, I heard an impressive string of creative cuss words from Janelle. Well, guess that’s better than what Heller hinted at. Somehow I thought she’d be more…. I didn’t know more what, just more.

Janelle swung around and grabbed both my arms. “He’s not dead!”