Monday, July 28, 2014

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Saturday, August 23rd

Michael Moriarty is a polar bear shifter from Alaska. He left his small fishing community behind and moved to New Orleans, looking for a change. As a new employee at the Silver Bullet, his responsibility is the clubs security. One night, while making rounds, he stumbles upon a human in need of help. 

Kenny Reeves has been dreaming about the Silver Bullet since moving to town. On his twenty-first birthday he decides to go to the club. What starts out as an amazing night soon takes a turn for the worst. His drink gets spiked making him uncoordinated and woozy. With the drug running through his system, Kenny can’t call out for help or fight off his assailant as the stranger pulls him out of the club and shoves him into a van.  

Michael's never been a knight in shining armor, but when it comes to saving his mate, he'll do anything. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Brock's Punishment (MM)
Silver Bullet 11

AVAILABLE: Saturday, July 26th

[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Brock Townsend loves his pack. When a pack member gets shot, he goes hunting for the man responsible. In a moment of anger, he shifts and kills a human. When the F.P.A. shows up in New Orleans, Brock knows he must accept the punishment for his actions.     
Shaw Iza is a federal agent. He’s dedicated his life to following the law, hunting down rogue paranormals and delivering punishment. When the F.P.A. receives a call from the human authorities in New Orleans reporting a death, he’s sent to investigate. With all the false calls the F.P.A. receives, Shaw doesn’t really believe a shifter is involved until he discovers a bit of evidence that changes his life forever. 
Brock has to face the possibility that his crime might keep his mate from him. Shaw has to face the fact that he might have to be the one to punish his mate. The difference between duty and love thins as they both face an uncertain future where truth and justice are a matter of perspective.

Shaw knew there were more pack members. Someone was missing. The guilty party wasn’t inside The Castle.
“Alpha, let’s stop playing games. I know the wolf that killed Paul Darren is a member of your pack. I can respect the fact that you want to protect him, but keeping him away from me is only going to make the situation worse.”
The office door opened and the man in question strode into the Alpha’s office. Shaw knew who he was instantly.
The scent made his mouth water, the same pine from the victim’s dead body with a soft vanilla and cinnamon undertone. The scent had been familiar to him, but he’d been unable to place why until now. He wanted to shout out with glee, but he masked his scent and kept his body language strictly professional.
Turning around slowly, he made eye contact with the wolf. Shaw kept his face carefully blank and expressionless while his wolf came awake and growled in approval.
The man had light brown hair with a military cut, high and tight. His face was unshaven and Shaw’s fingers itched to reach out and rub his palms down the man’s cheeks. The one feature that grasped Shaw’s attention and held it was his bright blue eyes. It was a blue Shaw had never seen before. His lips were full, kissable, and he had a little dimple in his chin.
You’re so beautiful.
Unfortunately, Shaw wasn’t inside Gideon’s office to get to know the wolf before him, even though the man was his mate. Nope, Shaw was in charge of the man’s punishment. He didn’t know why his mate had killed a human, but he knew the wolf did it. Shaw needed a plan and he hoped that Brock would follow his lead without revealing anything to the other men in the room.
Shaw didn’t trust anyone.
“Brock, what are you doing?” Josh, Gideon’s mate, demanded.
“I’m Brock Townsend,” he introduced himself.
“Mr. Townsend, my name is Shaw Iza and I’m a member of the FPA,” Shaw looked Brock right in the eye. He tried to pass a silent message with his eyes and hoped that Brock could figure out what he was really saying. “I have reliable evidence that points to you as the shifter that killed a human named Paul Darren. I’ll need you to come with me.”
Brock nodded, “I understand, sir.”
“Wait,” Ranger hissed, grabbing Shaw’s bicep. “You’re not even going to question him?”
Shaw knew that Ranger was concerned about his friend and pack member, although now Ranger worked with for the Federal Paranormal  Agency. He wasn’t really part of Gideon’s pack while he worked for the agency. He needed to stay strong. Part of him trusted Ranger due to their past in the military, but when it came to Brock’s life, he didn’t trust anyone.
“I’m doing my job,” he said simply, keeping his tone neutral and unfeeling.
“Shouldn’t we at least question the suspect?” Ranger asked, the scent of aggression filling the office space.
“Ranger,” Shaw growled. “I want you to fly back to New York and talk to Abram. I’ll meet you there.”
“Wait…what…” he started, and Shaw automatically silenced him.
“This isn’t a democracy, Ranger. If you want to be a part of the agency, you need to follow orders from your superiors. You will fly back to New York,” he ordered, and Ranger reluctantly nodded.
“Yes, sir.” Ranger marched over to Gideon and shook the man’s hand before exiting the office.
Gideon stood up from the chair behind his large desk, showing off his muscular build. It was an obvious move. The man wanted to intimidate, but Shaw wasn’t concerned.
“Can I pack a bag and grab my pillow?” Brock asked from his position by the front door.
“Yes.” Shaw nodded. “Don’t do anything stupid, Brock, like try to escape.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, and Shaw could see the honesty in those bright beautiful eyes.

They had reached Colorado, but it didn’t seem either one of them was eager to continue the drive. The teasing had pushed him closer to the edge and now Brock didn’t want to wait. He needed to feel Shaw’s hands on his body. The one blowjob he’d given Shaw wouldn’t hold him over, not any longer.
Shaw gave a jerky nod. “Pull off at the next exit.”
Brock sighed in relief as he did just that. He quickly maneuvered the truck into the first available hotel parking lot and cut the engine. Not wasting any time, he jumped out and grabbed his bag, eager to get inside the room. At this point, he knew a simple touch would send him over the edge.
“I’ll get a room,” Shaw called over his shoulder as he ran toward the lobby.
Brock stretched out his back, his legs shaking from the long drive. None of it affected his cock though. His shaft was hard and aching.
Shaw didn’t take long. He rushed out of the lobby and shouted across the parking lot. “Over here!”
Brock couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed they were both desperate. He marched after his mate and watched as Shaw fumbled with the magnetic card key. When the door opened, Brock was pulled inside. The door slammed, the lock clicked into place, and Shaw was on him. The man stripped his clothing off in record time, kissing and touching every inch of skin.
“Should we take a shower first?” Brock asked on a moan.
He felt sweaty and dirty after the long drive. They only stopped for food, fuel, and bathroom breaks. After almost eight hours, he was sure he wasn’t tasting his best, although it didn’t slow Shaw down.
“No,” Shaw growled out.
He placed open-mouthed kisses along Brock’s neck, moving down his body until he reach his hard shaft.

* * * *

“Oh, God.” Brock stiffened as Shaw sucked his cock into his mouth, taking it all the way in until the head hit the back of his throat and he swallowed. “Shaw!” Brock howled, and he moaned.
He couldn’t get enough. Need, want, and desire drove him now. He was more beast than man. Sitting inside the cab of the truck for hours drove him crazy.
Shaw sucked hard, bobbing his head quickly. He swallowed down Brock’s pre-cum and groaned appreciatively as Brock’s flavor filled his mouth. His mate was delicious. As he continued to bob his head, Brock began to shake, his breathing harsh. Shaw knew the man wouldn’t be able to withstand much more, so he took Brock’s cock deep one more time, burying his nose in the short hairs and inhaling deeply, and then pulled off again.
He didn’t want Brock to find his release too soon. He wanted to draw this out for as long as possible, until Brock was begging for release. Gripping Brock’s hips, Shaw pulled off his mate’s beautiful cock.
“No!” Brock shouted, and Shaw chuckled lightly.
Shaw slowly moved his way up Brock’s body. He kissed the man’s flat stomach and beautiful chest, and nibbled on each nipple before taking possession of the man’s mouth in a heated kiss.
“I’m not done with you, baby. Hands and knees,” he ordered, and Brock immediately did as he said.
Shaw worked his way down Brock’s spine. He kissed and licked until Brock was moving sensually beneath him. He kept a close watch on Brock, watching his response and sensing his emotions. His sexy wolf reached out and grabbed ahold of the headboard, clenching his hands into tight fists. His muscles strained and jerked as Shaw moved down toward his prize. He’d been dreaming about Brock’s ass since they’d met inside Gideon’s office.
“You’re so sexy, wolf.” He growled against Brock’s soft skin.
When he reached the top of Brock’s ass, he leaned back and kneaded Brock’s ass cheeks in both his hands. Shaw placed a kiss to first one ass cheek and then the other.
“Please…” Brock panted. “I can’t take any more teasing. Damn it…I need…”
“Would I torment you, Brock?” Shaw teased and Brock growled like a wild animal.
“Fuck! Yes…you are. Right now you’re tormenting the hell out of me.”

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Summer Lovin'

Summer Lovin' ManLove-Style
Aug. 14-17
Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a [guy] crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away
To, uh oh, those summer nights
 Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car?
Ah, yes!  Those romantic summer nights!!!
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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

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This book will be available on July 13th! 

Liam McMillian is looking forward to the future after a tragic past. Wanting to help out the wolf pack that welcomed him in, he gets a job at the Silver Bullet. One night while picking up empty glasses, he notices a gorgeous stranger checking him out from across the room. When the vampire heads down to the dungeon, Liam follows.

Oscar Fitzgerald is a regular at the club. When he spots Liam working, the attraction is instantaneous. He heads to the dungeon when his friends arrive and the tiger follows him. What starts out as a sexy game of cat and mouse soon turns into something else entirely when the shifter starts to panic. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

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Lawson's Human (MM)
Silver Bullet 10

AVAILABLE: Saturday, July 12th 

[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
Lawson Decker doesn’t want a human mate. From past experience, he knows that humans don’t feel the mate bond as strongly as paranormals. But fate has other plans for the tattooed shifter. He’s thrown a curve ball when he realizes that Matthew McKenzie belongs to him. He tries to deny the man, but it’s impossible especially when Matthew shows up at The Castle.
Matthew McKenzie went to The Castle to check on his younger brother, Sloan, and Sloan’s mate, Tucker. When he spots Lawson, there is an undeniable spark between them, but the man runs off before they can exchange a single word. Disappointed, Matthew tries to ignore the feeling of rejection until a giant wolf crashes through the window and sinks his teeth into Matthew’s shoulder.
Lawson Decker was working at the Silver Bullet when news came that Tucker Gage—his friend and pack mate—had been shot. He quickly rushed home, abandoning his post at the club, to check on the man. Standing inside The Castle, Lawson stayed out of the way as Tucker was rushed into the clinic. The wolf had been shot in the back protecting his human mate, Sloan. The scent of blood—thick and coppery—hung heavy in the air. It was hard to see someone he cared about in pain, but he had no doubt that Stephen, the pack doctor, would be able to pull the bullet free.
He wanted to follow the doctor and help, but decided to hang back. He didn’t want to get in the way. A sweet scent tickled his nose and Lawson looked around, trying to locate where it was coming from. It wasn’t familiar to him and he knew that it didn’t belong to any of his pack mates. Following his nose, Lawson went into the clinic. It didn’t take him long to spot the new smell. It was coming off a young man sitting on the floor, crying.
He looked so sad, and Lawson stared at him, wishing he could go over and offer comfort. It was a new feeling for him.
Why am I drawn to Tucker’s human mate? Why is his scent making my mouth water?
The realization made Lawson feel slightly ill. Breathing through his mouth, he backed out of the room. He didn’t want to be attracted to Tucker’s mate. It felt all wrong. He wouldn’t be able to share and he had no doubt that Tucker would feel the exact same way, but there was something very familiar. As if the human on the floor might belong to him.
Walking out of the clinic, Lawson went into the spacious living room and collapsed onto one of the over-stuffed chairs. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, and closed his eyes. He was only alone for a little while before Gideon strode in.
“He’s going to be okay.” Gideon patted his shoulder, sitting down in the chair next to him. “The bullet was removed and Tucker shifted. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s not that.” Lawson sighed. He was concerned about Tucker’s well-being and relieved to hear that the wolf would heal. “It’s his mate. He smells familiar to me. It’s almost as if he could be my mate, but…” He shook his head and looked over at Gideon, feeling uncomfortable.
He didn’t want his Alpha to think that he was the type of man to poach. He would never betray his friend or a mate bond. The pain and damage caused by Ranger Caber when he fell for Scout’s mate, Maddox, was enough to teach him a lesson for life. Ranger had left soon after, moving to New York and working with the Federal Paranormal Agency.
Even if Sloan was his, Lawson wouldn’t do a damn thing about it. Besides, he reasoned inside his mind, he didn’t want a human mate anyway. Not after all the pain his brother, Caleb, endured years before. Taking a deep breath, Lawson pushed those thoughts away. It was still too painful for him to think about Caleb.
“Alpha,” Brock interrupted from the doorway. “Sloan is settled upstairs and I’m going to take Tucker up now to join his mate.”
“Sounds good.” Gideon stood up. “I’d better give everyone an update on Tucker’s condition.” The Alpha headed out of the living room, leaving Lawson alone with his thoughts.
Exhaling loudly, Lawson pushed himself up from the chair and went to the foyer. He wasn’t sure what Brock was up to, but from the determined look on his face, he knew the man had a plan. Brock looked pissed and ready to cause some serious damage. Lawson leaned against the wall next to the front door. He wasn’t waiting long before footsteps were pounding against the stairs.
“Hey, where are you going?” Lawson had to step into Brock’s path to get the wolf to even notice that he was standing by the front door.
A light scent came off Brock’s shirt and Lawson’s wolf came awake, rising to the surface.
What the fuck? Another delectable scent?
“I have a job to finish.” Brock growled out.
Lifting his nose, he scented the air and moved closer to the man. There was something so delicious about the scent he wanted to roll around in it. It was stronger than Sloan’s, more tantalizing.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Do you smell that?” he asked, wondering if Brock’s mouth was watering as much as his was.
“No.” Brock shook his head, stepping back, and Lawson moved closer.
Lawson wanted to get closer to the scent. He started sniffing Brock’s shirt, categorizing each smell. It’s not Sloan’s smell. It belongs to someone else. Thank the gods!

He reached for Lawson’s jeans, unbuttoning the top button before attacking the zipper. Lawson pulled his T-shirt over his head before helping Matthew out of his suit and tie. He twisted and turned, trying to get free of the coat before finally grabbing the front of his button shirt and tearing it open. The two moved in a blur, touching and rubbing each exposed inch of flesh as they stripped.
Matthew didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed Lawson’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the hard shaft. He started jacking the heated flesh while tickling Lawson’s balls with his other hand. Lawson growled and Matthew stared at his face, watching his eyes spark and change.
The beast was right at the surface. The knowledge excited and pushed him. Gripping Lawson’s hip—where the gun tattoo rested—Matthew ran his right hand up the man’s chest. He rubbed his palm over the hard plane of Lawson’s pecs. When he reached the man’s nipples, Matthew pinched one and then the other, rolling the hard bud between his fingers.
“Fuck,” Lawson moaned, his head dropping back, exposing his neck.
Leaning forward, Matthew licked the column of his throat before sucking hard. His teeth lengthened and Matthew could sense his leopard pushing him to bite and mark Lawson’s skin once more. The leopard wanted to prove once and for all that Lawson belonged to him.
Lawson shuddered as he scraped the sharp points along his neck, down to his shoulder. Licking the skin, he sank his fangs into the meaty flesh and Lawson came, shooting jets of spunk onto Matthew’s hand.
“Holy shit,” Lawson panted out.
Matthew removed his teeth and licked the mark he’d left behind before stepping back. Lifting his hand, he slowly licked his palm and fingers, giving Lawson a show.
“Damn, kitty.” Lawson stared at him in awe. “You sexy fucker,” he growled.
Dropping gracefully to his knees, Matthew spent a minute tracing the man’s sexy tattoo with his tongue, outlining the barrel of the gun. Lawson groaned and Matthew couldn’t help but grin. Nipping at the man’s hip bone, Matthew licked the abused flesh before pulling Lawson’s softening member into his mouth. He sucked, bathing the beautiful cock in saliva before travelling further south and pulling Lawson’s balls into his mouth.
When his sexy mate was hard once more, Matthew stood up and captured Lawson’s mouth in an erotic kiss. Their tongues danced together and Matthew took a step forward, forcing Lawson to step back. They walked and kissed, keeping their mouths connected until Lawson fell back onto the bed. Standing up, Matthew stared down at Lawson and licked his lips. It was time to prove his intentions.
“It’s my turn, wolf. I’m going to claim you fully. It’s your decision…hands and knees or on your back?”
“I want you to ride me hard, cat,” Lawson told him before gracefully turning over, offering his ass.
Staring at Lawson’s clenched rosette, he grinned, and his cock jerked, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Matthew gripped an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing the meaty flesh before finally licking the man’s hole. Lawson jolted forward, almost falling flat on his face, but seemed to recover enough to shove his ass back against Matthew’s face.
He would’ve laughed, but he was too busy trying to pleasure his wolf.
Matthew used the sounds Lawson made to gauge his next move. He coated Lawson’s ass in saliva before slowly sliding one finger into his mate. He pumped the digit in and out of Lawson’s ass before adding a second finger. He sped up, thrusting his digits to Lawson’s movements. The wolf met him with every thrust until Matthew finally added a third finger, scissoring and stretching his mate.
When he was ready for Matthew’s cock, he pulled back, grabbed the lube, and coated his shaft.
Matthew groaned as his cock sank into Lawson’s ass. His head spun and his pulse raced as the man’s ass stretched wide. Staring down, he could barely breathe as he watched his length sink in until he was buried deep inside his mate.
“Tight,” he grunted. “Shit, you’re fucking hot,” he said when Lawson’s muscles clamped tight against his cock.
Lawson looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes desperate, needy. “Kiss me.”
Leaning forward, Matthew wrapped his arms around Lawson’s waist while covering his back. He held him tight, keeping their bodies glued together. Matthew captured his wolf’s lips in a leisurely kiss while slowly swirling his hips. Lawson made a few sounds and Matthew swallowed them down.
“I’m ready,” Lawson whispered against Matthew’s lips. “Ride me hard, kitty.”
Matthew pulled out slowly, and a shiver went through his body when Lawson’s body tried to pull him back inside. Thrusting forward, he sank his cock back into the heat of Lawson’s body. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes.
They built a slow rhythm until finally he was mindlessly pounding his mate’s ass. Grunts and groans filled the room, echoing off the high ceilings, and Matthew knew he would never get enough. He would always remain at Lawson’s side.

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Brock's Punishment, Book 11 (This book will be available on Saturday, July 26th)

Brock Townsend loves his pack. When a pack member gets shot, he goes hunting for the man responsible. In a moment of anger, he shifts and kills a human. When the F.P.A. shows up in New Orleans, Brock knows he must accept the punishment for his actions.     

Shaw Iza is a federal agent. He’s dedicated his life to following the law, hunting down rogue paranormals, and delivering punishment. When the F.P.A. receives a call from the human authorities in New Orleans reporting a death, he’s sent to investigate. With all the false calls the F.P.A. receives, Shaw doesn’t really believe a shifter is involved until he discovers a bit of evidence that changes his life forever. 

Brock has to face the possibility that his crime might keep his mate from him. Shaw has to face the fact that he might have to be the one to punish his mate. The difference between duty and love thins as they both face an uncertain future where truth and justice are a matter of perspective.