My Sexy Saturday: Sexy on Fire

I have a new release this week! Turning the Tables has just arrived from Storm Moon Press. Four sexy stories of pegging.

My offering is called "Double Dealing," and is a sequel to Hard Reboot.

Zara loves her beautifully submissive husband. But the dark secret she doesn't know about him could end their marriage and her life. So as he grows more unstable, she is forced into double dealing with an officially dead woman and her husband's identical twin.











So seven, very explicit, not at all work safe paragraphs from "Double Dealing"


Zara steeled herself and slid out of the chair. She went to the room, stripped,
and hung her dress in the closet.

"David, love, watch me."

She felt more than saw his intense dark eyes fasten on her and follow her as she went to the dresser. She adjusted the lighting, dimming the room, which made her skin nearly glow in the gloom. She heard his breath catch.

Zara opened the second drawer of the dresser and took out the toy Ariel had promised his brother. She loved that it was modeled on the twins' own equipment, since David had given it to her shortly after their engagement. She had several, some the size of an ordinary man, some monstrous pricks out of nightmare, as long as her arm and covered in ridges and bumps.

David's bisexuality had never been a secret. Ariel claimed he had made his first million selling his brother's nubile ass on the streets of Tel Aviv in their teens. David always corrected him, saying it had been two million. And he had given Zara the tools to satisfy it.

She undid the pressure seal of the syntheflesh that covered her mons and opened the false skin like curtains. A direct neural interface flashed its readiness. She smiled at David as she plugged the toy into the interface and shivered as the pseudonerves of the toy came on line. She stoked herself with a leisurely hand and heard David's breathing get faster.

"Ready, darling? I am. This is going down your throat and up your ass and all the ways we like it best. So you had best be on your knees before I get to the bed, and ready to suck my dick." She picked up a set of wrist cuffs as well.

My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop: Sexy Me Lucky

For the week of Lucky Thirteen,  a bit of space opera.

Click the cover for a buy link.

Blurb:
Hunting is a young man’s game and Miho is well suited to it. He is a product of centuries of selective breeding, making him human-plus. He has a reputation for finding his quarry. But he doesn’t expect to find an older man at the Tag Board looking for work of his own.

Hevik was outlawed and banished from his homeworld, and now lives a solitary life hunting small-time criminals among the planets. A pretty boy with hair as dark as deep space makes him reconsider that lifestyle.

As the fates keep throwing them together while they pursue the same bounty, both of them discover depths about themselves, and about their lust and need for each other, that makes chasing their quarry all the more dangerous.

'Your Sexy Lucky Bit:

A beep sounded on Miho’s comp and he pulled it up to load the details. He looked up at Hevik off and on, distracted. “That we do. Look, I gotta go pick up a new propulsion array and then figure out where I’m going. So toddle back to the Old Hunters’ Home, would you?” He stood and pulled himself waist-deep into the landing well to find a part number.

A sharp swat on his rear sent his legs scrabbling for purchase on empty air. He clung to the piston and bit down the cry that would have been his natural response. No sense giving this dirty old man the pleasure of hearing him yelp. He peeked out of the well and glared at Hevik. “You know, whatever makes you sleep better at night, pervert.”

Hevik’s grin got wider. “Couldn’t resist that perfect ass. A man’s gotta take what Lady Fortuna puts in his way because she never offers it twice.”

“You’re damn right she won’t.” Miho flipped his body over the piston and dangled his head down, removing his ass from future punishment. “Don’t you have better things to go do? Clean your dentures or something?” he asked derisively. He flat-out refused to admit that there was a part of him wondering why he didn’t ask for another swat. That would be an impulse to study later.

“Only if you fingerpainted on them, brat.”

A cheeky smile crossed Miho’s face as he pulled himself up inside the workings of his two-man ship completely, a tight squeeze for any mechanic. He didn’t respond. He didn’t dare. What was wrong with him? Hevik sent bolts of electricity through places that should never, ever respond to someone like him. He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the part numbers.

“Good hunting, kiddo.” The pat on his boot, almost a caress, startled Miho as much as the swat. He drew his foot up into the workspace and listened until he was sure Hevik was gone.

Oh dear

It's been a bit since I had content here, hasn't it?
The week of my 24th wedding anniversary was 5 work shifts in 4 days.
And the last couple weeks got away from me in a haze of editing for Inkstained Succubus. (we're reissuing a fantasy novel)

And today was the first day of school. Also the first day I've been out of bed before 11, that didn't involve being at the office at 4 in the morning.

My kids are getting too big too fast. Chris is knocking around making ramen for lunch. He's busily eating and working out, trying to gain weight to get into the Army.

Jonathan is ready for his first day of high school. He's 15, will be 16 by Christmas. Olivia is headed to Junior high. She's 13.

I think she has the attitude down. 

So, as the summer melts into fall, and we enjoy the cooler temperatures, what am I up to, other than mainlining Smallville episodes, squeeing at the hooyay, adoring Lana and the Kent parental romance and generally enjoying every second of the Magnificent Bastard?

I have six releases coming sometime soon:

1) Steamed up from Dreamspinner. My short is “Five to One,” a bit of clever boys being clever and schmoopy.

2) Forgotten Menagerie. from Storm Moon. My story is “Burdens Lightened,” the tale of a werehorse coming out of the stable, so to speak.

3) Turning the Tables.  from Storm Moon. "Double Dealing" is set in the same cyberpunk universe as Hard Reboot and "Swimming through the Net". We see a moment between Zara and her Gemini.

4)  Tall, Dark and Wriggly from Storm Moon. My story, "Chained to the Wheel," is another cyberpunk piece, this time focused on The Wheelman, and his new housepet, Niall O’Neil.

5) Undeath and the Detective, from Elm books. "S is for Succubus" is reissued in this anthology.

6)  "Fruits of Thine," an interracial BBW piece, involving an amazonian secretary who falls for Pan is coming from Amber Heat.

Gabriel and I are hard at work on an urban fantasy novel set in the DJ Admire universe.  I'm typing on the gothic piece for Samhain and a priest kink one for Storm Moon with Naomi. Still poking at Terror of the Frozen North.

My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop

"One of the most sexy things is the sound of a lover’s voice be it deep and sexy or soft and delicate. Words can be such a turn on when that special someone brushes their fingertips along your cheek."

Today, we get a seven sentence excerpt.
From Barbarossa's Bitch, available from Storm Moon Press.

"All of them would have taken you tonight, every last one of them. But now, no one will lay a hand on you without asking me first. And I won't say yes without asking you. Ryder won't try to hurt you again. He was stupid to do it tonight. You are mine, and I treasure you." Even more softly, bare puff of air against his ear, Barbarossa implored, "Forgive me, Dylan."