* Excerpts

Excerpt – Exiled

As a rule, Glenn didn’t like surprises. Not one bit.

In his experience, surprises never meant anything good. He liked his routine, he liked plans, he liked to know, as much as possible, what every minute of his day would be like when he got up in the morning. He tolerated some degree of uncertainty in his work, because after all it wasn’t like ancient ships had had GPS on board to signal the precise place where they’d elected to sink, but long hours of research and his knowledge of the Great Lakes minimized surprises to an acceptable level.

Less surprises also meant that he was able to keep better control of himself—and of his inner beast.

So when he came in to work that morning and found a brunette behind Harvey’s desk, his first thought wasn’t that she was definitely better looking than his assistant or that her eyes were the exact color of the Lilies Pond where he’d learned to swim, a blue that tried to pretend it really was green.

He didn’t even blink at the streak of white that flowed through the left side of her hair, the thick bleached strand tucked neatly behind her ear. What he did think was that an interloper was about to ruin his morning. Maybe even his week.


Excerpt from Switching Sides

Ray took slow steps around the dance floor, his attention drifting from person to person until it stopped on a woman who danced on her own, arms wrapped around herself, head tilted down and her eyes half closed. A blue card was clipped to the hem of her short dress.

He remembered seeing her at the club before. He had a good memory for faces. He recalled watching her follow at least two different Doms into one of the play rooms, neither of whom he believed to be particularly attached to her; in any case, she wore no collar or other sign to show she had been claimed by anyone in particular. She wasn’t the only one who came to the club to satisfy her needs but who didn’t care to push things any further than that. It worked quite well for Ray’s purpose.

Stepping away from the periphery of the room, he walked to one of the armchairs placed around the dancing floor, directly opposite the woman. For the next few minutes, his gaze never left her as he waited, waited…



Excerpt from Biting the Vampire

Darius slipped back into the water, settled down near me, and considered me for a moment.

“What gave me away?”

I gave an affected shrug.

“I told you, I’ve known a vampire before. And I have sort of a sixth sense in spotting you guys. You give me goose bumps.”

I rubbed my arms as though to demonstrate, although in truth I didn’t have goose bumps at that moment. I did like the way his eyes followed my movements, though.

“It’s a primordial reaction,” he said. “Hardwired into your mind for survival. You notice things subconsciously, and your fight-or-flight response puts it together even when you’re not aware of what you saw.”

On the one hand, it made perfect sense. On the other…

“Then why do I want to neither fight nor flee right now?” (more…)

Excerpt – Ensemble

Pleasure was already rising inside me, its flames growing stronger twice as fast with two mouths and two pairs of hands playing me like an instrument. It proved difficult, an exercise in self-control, but I managed to tug on their hair until they both lifted their mouths off me, their fingers stilling together against my pussy. I’d had enough standing sex the previous night. I wanted more than that.

“Bed,” I said very low, a command rather than a request. “Take your clothes off first.”

Releasing them, I pulled back and climbed onto the bed myself. I sat on the edge then moved upward to the center of the bed without taking my eyes off them, even when I leaned back on my elbows.

Apparently, Rachid didn’t like anyone undressing without his help, not just me. Oliver stood passive under his hands as Rachid tugged his tie loose, then unbuttoned his vest. While he turned away to set both on the chair in the corner of the room, Oliver unbuckled his belt.

Coming back to him, Rachid clucked his tongue and batted his hands away to undo Oliver’s trousers. He didn’t push them down, however, and instead tugged Oliver’s shirt out, unbuttoning it from the bottom up. There was an easiness to his gestures, a familiarity that hinted he’d done this very same thing many times before.

I could almost have felt like an intruder upon a private moment if, after throwing me a quick look, Rachid hadn’t guided Oliver slightly to the side where I had a better view once the shirt came off and revealed his chest. A twin of the silver ring that adorned Rachid’s left nipple gleamed on Oliver’s right, and under my watchful gaze, Rachid flicked it a few times with his thumb.

“Mmm, nice,” I purred. “Do you match everywhere?”

Rachid flashed me a smile that was pure deviousness. He slipped behind Oliver, both his arms encircling him so he could work at the fastenings of his pants over the obscene bulge that ruined their tailored line. Oliver gave out a tiny sigh but said nothing, allowing Rachid to slowly draw his cock out once he’d opened the zipper. As he pushed Oliver’s trousers and briefs down, leaving his cock to stand proud and erect in front of him, I purred again at the sight.

Oliver’s and Rachid’s intimate jewelry didn’t match, no, but they complemented each other. The ring threaded through the tip of Oliver’s cock was thicker than Rachid’s, while three thinner, smaller rings were lined down his sac, echoing the slim tabs that decorated Rachid’s. I had a chance to compare even better when Rachid undressed in record time—it seemed his ‘unwrapping presents’ theory only applied to others—and stood next to Oliver.

Their bodies were similar enough, broad-shouldered without being too imposing, with Rachid’s abs a little better defined, maybe. Next to Rachid’s olive complexion, Oliver seemed even paler, though it wasn’t the kind of pale that made one think of lack of sun or sickness; instead, his skin had the pale flawlessness of marble.

I thought Oliver’s cock might be a little longer, maybe, Rachid’s a little thicker, but I didn’t get to see them side by side unhindered for very long. Already, their bodies were turning toward each other, their arms wrapping around each other, and their mouths, which only moments ago had been focused entirely on me, were now sharing a sensual kiss.

… continued in Ensemble

Excerpt from Bloodchild

Under the light of the moon, each ripple on the lake seemed magnified. Aedan’s emotions felt the same way.

Sitting with his back to the slim trunk of a small tree, he watched Bradan by the side of the lake. He’d cleaned the blood off his face and neck, and was now washing his shirt.

Blood stains wouldn’t show on the black fabric. Bradan had said so when Aedan had told him to wash off the blood. What Bradan didn’t understand yet was that it wasn’t about stains. The issue was the smell.

After so many years, the scent of blood did not bother Aedan anymore, but he did remember his first days—his first years—as a vampire. Blood back then, whether the scent or sight, had always drawn out his fangs, made the hunger within him roar louder, and made it harder to resist his impulse to hunt and feed.

It would take time for Bradan to learn to control the hunger and himself. The trouble was, they did not have time. (more…)