New Release: Cuffed and Collared

I had plans, long ago, to have this story ready for the Uniform Anthology but as things go I had two problems–time and this one needed to be contemporary. Not that I loathe contemporary, I just love a paranormal/urban fantasy flair. If I’m honest, the time was the killer. Between cleaning up after three furballs and an exhausting schedule at work, I had no energy to put words to paper or computer screen. Granted, I had releases but I love being an Evernight Author. So, I finished this puppy up and really it’s about time I put out another m/m novel.

CUFFED AND COLLARED

by Kastil Eavenshade

published 09 March 2015

by Evernight Publishing

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A creature born in sin and debauchery, Markus Theo doesn’t care which orifice sates his incubus lust. After all, in the city’s lower echelon no one pays attention to a petty thief sucking on souls so long as his victims remain breathing—until a sexy half-incubus cop cuffs him to table for more than questioning. A prison cell is the least of his worries when tempting Detective Leo Vincent collars him and ignites a hunger like no other. Something stirs beyond the carnal greed and one kiss brands his damned soul.

Lost in a world of submission and sin, Markus will do anything for his lover—even infiltrate the underbelly of an incubus crime operation. He never expects to confront a piece of his past that could destroy everything. Torn between losing Leo or his anonymity, Markus prepares to sacrifice his freedom for the one man he truly loves.
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Teaser:

I glanced at the cop in the corner. His eyes never met mine but his hand wavered near his gun. I slumped in the chair, regarding the person in front of me. The detective also wore a gun at his side. Could I possibly beguile him and start a skirmish between the two? If I got lucky, someone would come in to break them up and I could slip out, but what then? By his build, I’d rather use my abilities to have him under the table in blow job city. However, that broke my “no cop” rule.

“Here’s the thing.” I tapped the papers. “These don’t exist.” My tone was low, meant only for him. I stared into his eyes, letting my natural pheromones saturate the air. “In fact, you’ve never seen them before.”

He sat back, his jaw unhinged. As I opened my mouth for the killing blow, he laughed at me.

What had just happened?

“Thing is, your latest fuck toy told me what you are and, well…” He stood and walked over to my side of the table, laying his filthy hands on my shoulders. “I’m part incubus so none of your tricks are going to work on me.” He whispered in my ear. “Why do you think I took the case? I’m the only one who remembers those two other cases in front of you.”

He moved back to his side of the table. Cold washed over me and I prepared myself for the fate in front of me were I to return to prison. Gnawing hunger and never getting enough soul sucking to control the ache. The detective snapped his fingers and the cop went to the door, tapping a few times. The door opened and he exited, leaving me and the half-breed alone.

“Just so you know, you didn’t have to lower your voice. No one is behind the glass and Officer Bergon was under my control.” He laced his fingers together. His tongue wet his lips and I imagined him using his cuffs to restrain me for an unlawful carnal fuck. Thoughts I tried quickly to purge.

“So get this over with.” I pushed the papers back to him. My mind refused to eradicate how damn sexy he was. Now wasn’t the time for temptation with incarceration on the line.

“Not that simple. Your fuck toy that turned you in? I’ve been watching him for a long time. I thought you were an interesting part of the puzzle—an incubus stealing to pay for a small taste of such a small soul when you could have fed on better.”

“I have fed on better.” I spat to the side. “How about we get to the meat of why you have me in here. You know … brother,” I pointed to me, “to half-wannabe.” My finger swung his way.

He spread out his arms. “Donnie Peterson has more than you on his roster. The man you saw him with when you got arrested? Just another one of his pawns like you.”

“I’m no one’s pawn.”

“You’re going to be everyone’s pawn if you don’t drop the attitude and listen up.” He pounded the table.

Good cop and bad cop all rolled into one hot mess. I’d have been lying to myself if I didn’t give him credit for being a tasty treat. If no one was truly watching, I’d be wishing he’d slam me down on this table and show me how big his cock was. As my thoughts ran wild, I caught a dark glower growing in his eyes as his pupils enlarged. So, I could affect him.

“Are you saying you want to save my ass from being the latest buffet line in county? I mean, if you’re here and know what I am, then you know exactly where to put me to make my life hell.”

“I want you to find out who is the king to the bishop you’ve been dealing with.”

“Donnie works for someone else?”

He chuckled. “You never noticed his many trips?”

“I never cared. Not like he’s the only fuck in town. He was just a good steady hook up without the hassle.” I inspected my fingernails. “If I help you, what’s going to give me what I need to have a clear conscience?” And a clear record without any proof left lying around for the next half-breed asshole. It was bad for one in my line of work to be tied to a cop. I did have some morals, however loose they may be.

“Only if you listen to exactly what I tell you.”

I pondered his arrangement. I had no issue playing the part of a sub, if that was what he was implying. The matter, however, of Donnie was my problem. I wanted to get back at him for what he’d attempted to do. I couldn’t pay that little bitch back behind bars.

“And if you release me how does that work exactly? Donnie knows you arrested me. He thinks I’m gone and not his problem anymore.”

“He has no idea you got picked up.” The detective grinned. Sneaky incognito man in blue had covered all his tracks, so it seemed.

“You’re a piece of work.” Okay, I’d be lying if I didn’t want to fuck him. Was he releasing pheromones to beguile me? I shook my head at the thought. “Deal.”

He nodded. “My name is Leo Vincent. I’m going to bring you out the back way and you’re going to waltz back in the front and ask for me. Tell them you have information on Donnie Peterson.”

“And then what?”

He stood and leaned in. “Then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve been fantasizing this whole time.”

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Revealed (Warriors of Light) by April Zyon

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Revealed

Warriors of the Light 2

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover art by Jay Aheer (Simply Defined Art)

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Blurb:

Hector is a born warrior and protector. But in the war against evil, he cannot fight alone. While he has his brothers-in-arms by his side, a new element is necessary for this battle. That’s when he finds Riley, and he realizes dreams can come true—even for one cursed to walk forever throughout time.

Riley Jensen is sensitive to lies—the lies others tell, and any she has ever tried to tell. Seeking out sanctuary behind thick walls is her only escape from the pain. Except now it appears she might be the hunted. Not one to sit back and wait, she goes on the offensive with the help of a powerful warrior.

As the danger grows thicker, lies will blend with truth. Only Riley can discern fact from fiction with her gift to keep all the warriors walking the true path.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

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Excerpt:

He slid a finger down her cheek. “The bond is strong, especially when the woman you care for carries something so amazing and precious within. When she is your other, better half, you need to be close to her in the hope that some of that goodness will rub off on you and help to lighten the load we all carry.”

“And you’ve found her?” Damn him for making me ask. She leaned into his touch, all but purring when he stroked his finger down her cheek again. She was as close to him as she could possibly get, her hand resting lightly on his chest as she looked up at him. “Tell me,” she whispered. She had to know that she wasn’t alone in this feeling, that he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

“I did,” he answered. “She is an amazing beauty, a pure and kind soul, elegant, poised, and much too good for a warrior like me. She could have any man falling at her feet, yet she seems to have taken an interest in only one. For which I am grateful.”

“I have a feeling that she would move heaven and earth for you,” Riley admitted quietly, her face turned up to him as she spoke. Licking her lips, she all but shivered at the need that was in his eyes. “I really think you should kiss me again.”

“I think you may be right.” His arms came around her, pulling her up close to his chest, and his head lowered. But he didn’t kiss her immediately. Instead he brushed his nose over hers, then over her cheek. As the anticipation began to build to a nearly explosive point, he finally pressed his lips to hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

Riley gave in completely to his passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hands fisted into his hair. She shuddered and opened to him, his tongue brushing over hers before he took full control. He was dominating her in that moment, and she was fully willing to allow it to happen.

Hector’s arms tightened around her as he bent her back over an arm. One hand was soon up in her hair, holding it tight. His mouth devoured hers, and he let out a low growl that shot through her entire body.

Then his lips were gone, but his heavy and hard breathing was still a hot brush over her skin. “We should talk first,” he said, his voice not entirely steady.

Riley nodded and moved so that she could hug him. Her feet were off the ground, and he was keeping her up, but she was fine with that. She pulled back and smiled teasingly. “You running from this?”

He huffed out a breath. “It’s called a strategic retreat, for your information. It’s either that or I have you naked, on the table, with my cock buried inside of you, without a care for the fact that there’s someone else in the house with us. We need to talk before we do anything like that. You need to know what’s going on, and I made you a promise.” Stepping back, he grabbed one of her hands and tugged her up the stairs and down the hall to the room they would be sharing.

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The Secret of Obedience (Romance on the Go) by Liv Rancourt

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The
Secret
of

Obedience

 

Blurb

Can a jock find love with a hot little hipster?

Opposites attract, but secrets divide.

 

Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile. 

But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.

Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret. 

 

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Excerpt

Sang wants to spin, to expand into the space. He shows his desire in the way he raises his arms and sweeps the floor with his gaze. He’s wearing a simple white wife-beater over his jeans, but it’s topped with a long navy double-breasted coat with gold trim, the kind of thing worn by Union soldiers in the Civil War. It fits like it was made for him, and my palms burn to touch it.


I move deeper onto the dance floor. I’m broader, wider, and the crowd packs tightly around me. I get as close to Sang as he’ll let me, belly to belly. He’s only about 5’4″, and when he turns his back, he presses his ass against my thigh.


I take it as an invitation. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I let the other wander. He reaches behind, grabbing handfuls of the denim wrapping my legs. I stroke his throat, bend down to tell him how pretty he is, chicken out and do nothing but breathe in his ear.


Bodies crush, sweaty and raw, shifting us to the center of the floor. My dick’s engaged in an argument with the fly of my jeans. I let my hand drift lower, across Sang’s chest. His small nub of a nipple hardens under my fingertips, but no softness surrounds it. If he’s really a girl, he totally got shortchanged. I sweep my fingers wider. Nah, these pecs belong on a man.


I move my hand lower, going slow, giving him time to stop me. I stick my thumb into a belt loop. He grabs my wrist, tight.


“What?” I ask. The bare, light toast skin of his neck is inches from my lips. I could taste him. I want to. Over the stink of sweat and too many colognes I smell him, some warm spice scent like the incense Mom used to burn.


He brings his mouth within kissing distance. “Don’t.”


“What you got under the hood, pretty? You packing a V6 or a V8?” I want to kiss him, to taste him, to admire this perfect jewel of a person.

“V6 or V8.” He grins, and it’s the curve of his lower lip when he smiles that I’ll remember, like his mouth is held by a chalice. “Does it really matter?” he asks.

It does, but not in the way he thinks. I leave off my search, but don’t move my hand from his belt. See, my stepdad threw me into football when I was eight. I was good at it, good enough nobody messed with me. The locker room’s not known for being a gay-friendly place, but being able to dead lift 280 pounds at age fifteen bought me some peace.

I’m still a guy, though, and I like lovers who are smaller and prettier than me. Call me a cave man. Whatever. Sang is my small-town boy’s fantasy, and the press of his body has me so turned on I’d think about doing him even if he’s actually a she.

My fingers are trembling with the need to touch, to know.

“Come on, Sugar Cookie. Does it matter?”

I lean in, drawn like his lips are the center of a flower and I’m one very horny bee.

“Oh no.” He jerks away, his gorgeous smile extinguished. “No kissing. I don’t kiss strangers.”

Puzzled, I reach out. He’s hemmed in by the crowd, so it’s nothing to loop my fingers under his shirt and draw him closer. “No kissing, then.” Some guys are like that. He rocks against me, straddling my thigh, giving me a taste of the hardness in his groin. Hell yeah.

“Is your ID legal?” Because somehow it matters that he’s at least 21. I can’t keep the grin off my face. His dick is going to be gorgeous, and I’m going to suck it, and he’s going to scream.

“Of course.” He’s not frowning anymore. He’s sly and shimmering and a little mean. “I do love a man in cowboy boots. The rest of it…” He brushes his hands down the sleeves of my plain white t-shirt. “Not so much. But I’ll do you for your boots.”

I get both hands around his waist and drag him further up my leg. He hangs onto a handful of my shirt. I’m not sure his feet are even on the floor. The song changes, or maybe it doesn’t. They all sound the same. My cock is pressed against him hard enough to make me grit my teeth. “Let’s go.”

His heavy eyelids drift down until he has to tip his head to maintain eye contact. “Bathroom?”

I guess it’s that or an alley. “Sure.”

He grabs my wrist roughly and leads me through the disorganized crowd. We go right past the men’s room to the women’s. “Less crowded,” he says over his shoulder.

The restroom smells like piss and semen and sweat. We find a stall, and I get down on my knees before he can argue. The floor is sticky, but I figure I can’t catch anything too scary through my knees, and from there I can nuzzle his belly.

“Are you always like this? I like a nice toppy guy, you know, but he’s gotta be able to—”

I don’t hear what he thinks a guy’s gotta do seeing as I’ve covered his mouth with my hand, smearing gritty sticky lipgloss with my fingers. The bossy little fuck has just dragged me in here like I’m some kind of prized bull, and now he’s gonna whine about me? There are crinkles of laughter at the corners of his eyes.

“Sang?” I’m not sure what the question is. The door to the stall is at my back, and I’m wrestling with the buttons on his very tight jeans.

“Hey, I’m new in town. You should treat me like a guest and let me do what I want.”

He drags my hand away. “Now you just wait a minute. What do you think I’m going to let you do? Because if you do anything I don’t want, I’m going to scream.”

“You’ll scream, all right.”

 Bio

selfie with rosesI write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for
vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on
whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s
cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal
things. Because they’re brats.

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