Sinful Surrender

James climbed the stairs to his chamber in the early hours of the morning after the last of the guests had clambered into their cold carriages spent and weary. He saw no sign of Missy. The relief that washed over him was both humbling and maddening.The kiss had had him tied up in knots for the remainder of the evening. It was bad enough he had given in to her juvenile game, not only had he failed, but he’d relived those heated moments repeatedly in his mind while watching as she became the success equivalent of Wellington at Waterloo. To Armstrong’s satisfaction, Granville had led the way as gentlemen of every age and rank had vied for a dance, conversation, whatever little attention she had deigned fit to scatter their way. The whole thing had been quite discomfiting to watch. Painful, even. Disturbing.He lit the candle by the bed once he entered the darkened chamber. The dim lighting was all he required. Quickly he began divesting himself of his formal attire: jacket, waistcoat, and shirt were tossed wearily over a newly upholstered brocade chair. Despite the fire still burning on the grate, the air in the chamber held the distinct chill of winter’s indifference. As he reached to release the clasp of his trousers, an acute awareness prickled the fine hairs on the nape of his neck. The sensation of being watched was tangible. His head snapped and he scoured the dimly lit room.Then he saw her standing ever so still and quiet in the shadowed corner.

He watched in dazed bewilderment as she stepped forward, her chestnut mane streaming loose and unpinned to the middle of her back. James swallowed. She could have been an angel dressed in the flimsy white nightdress, but he knew better. To him, she was a temptress in disguise.

His desire rose swiftly and violently, clamoring inside him like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Despite the coolness of the air, he was suddenly hot, his nerves protesting the unforgiving confines of his skin.

“Get out,” he said, his voice deceptively soft, deceptively low. The air around him had grown so dense he could cleave it with a knife.

Instead of heeding his demand, Missy took several steps forward. The glow from the solitary tallow candle suffused her in a warm light. James swallowed again, his breathing an audible rasp in the quiet of the night.

“I know you felt something when you kissed me tonight,” she said softly.

James nearly groaned aloud, convinced his worst enemy had sent her to test him, torture him.

“Yes, and I believe you felt it too,” he replied, his voice harsh.

She displayed no shock or surprise at his crude reference to just how hard he’d been pressed up against her down in the study. In fact her eyes, appearing more gray than blue at present, grew smoky, her lids weighed down by desire. Her gaze dropped to his chest and then to the unmistakable distention in the front of his trousers.

James had nowhere to go. He stood exposed and trapped, caged like a hungry lion with a voracious appetite who’d just come upon his next meal.

“You’re very beautiful and I’m a normal male. It’s lust, plain and simple. Don’t make more of it than that. As I’ve told you before, any desirable female would elicit the same response.”

Again, she said nothing but took another step forward, the light now illuminating the full glorious length of her slim figure, her nipples jutting out impudently from the soft cloth of her nightdress.

He throbbed. His whole body throbbed.

“Go back to your chamber,” he said, his voice strained and barely recognizable.

She took another step closer, bringing her within inches of his tightly wound form.

“It’s more than lust.”

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Blood of the Beast

Detective Valentina Kureyev had been assigned to one of the worst cases of the century. A serial killer haunted the streets, depositing bloodless corpses throughout the section of town known as Little Europe. She hadn’t a clue to the identity of the culprit, as the appearance of more bodies had begun to cause terror and panic.
The case was hopeless.
The terror was real.
As real as Demetri Petronov.
The Professor of Russian Antiquities had been targeted with the murderer’s special form of a calling card. Val couldn’t turn away from his offer of aide in the bizarre case, even though he whispered tales of the beast feeding on human blood.
He was the primary suspect.

EXCERPT:

Uttering soothing words of comfort, Val sank to her knees before the elderly woman. She carefully pried the gilt frame from her grandmother’s strong grip. There was a moment’s struggle before the woman relented and allowed her to take the frame. Val held a baited breath as she turned the precious remnant of the woman’s past over and stared at the sepia colored images of long ago.
Old Russia was evident in the photo, a land that didn’t exist any longer. A figure, that Val immediately recognized as her grandmother as a child, stood at the forefront of the faded photograph. Dressed in a short white frock and black calf high boots, typical of the era, Val judged her to be six or seven years of age. Immensely proud, the child was beaming at the photographer.
However, it was not her grandmother’s childish image that caught Val’s attention. There, the moment forever captured in time, was a startling figure. She lifted her puzzled gaze to the elderly woman, her normally inquisitive mind spinning.
“I was six.” Her grandmother managed in a low whisper, brusquely waving an imperious hand at her daughter-in-law, ordering her away. Val’s mother, forever respectful, slipped back into the far recesses of the kitchen. “The Imperial Court was on holiday. Their caravan went through our humble town. Great stallions, proud uniforms, it was a moment of great importance for anyone to see.” She smiled, her faded eyes as faraway as the memories. “My mother, she made me wear my best dress, in case the royal family would stop in the streets. “ She smiled wistfully. “The entire village turned out for the event that day, lining the main road. We all wanted to catch a glimpse of the royal family, not realizing it would be the last time we would ever be privileged to see such again.”
“The revolution?”
“A few months later, the revolution would occur.” Her grandmother conceded with a nod and a grimace. “The handsomest of the court was the youngest baron. Women would swoon when he entered a room, attired in his official uniform. I,” She pressed a forefinger to her chest to emphasize. “Little me, in my best dress, happened to draw his attention. He rode on his great charger to my side. He was so dashing, in his uniform, with his devilish smile. I fell in love with him, at that moment.”
Val smiled tightly. Her grandmother could recall a six year old girl’s fanciful crush upon a member of the royal court. After all of these years, it seemed as if the Baron had made an everlasting impression.
“The baron, he dismounted from his horse. He approached me, smiling, with those strangely colored eyes. He took the simple spray of flowers that I held and he thanked me.”
“The picture?”
“A man in the village wanted the picture for posterity. The baron waited, patiently permitting me a moment in time to remember for the rest of my life.”
Val exhaled a strangled breath as she peered back at the image. Her grandmother’s twisted finger trembled as she touched the glass, trailing over the photograph. She stopped on the image of the man that stood at her youthful side.
“Baron Demetri Ivanovich Sergei Daskova Petronov.” She whispered. “The year is nineteen sixteen.”
Petronov. Val remembered it as the name carved upon the dead man.
Val sat heavily down upon the carpet. She felt shock, awed as she stared into the face of the man. He was, beyond a doubt, the exact image of the individual that had been in their presence. The resemblance was startling.
“He is the great-grandson, Babushka?”
“No, child.” The old woman shook her head disdainfully, her gaze straying to the still filled cup of now cold tea.
“Babushka,” Val began heavily. The old woman turned back toward her with the unmistakable expression of dread written upon her face.
“The Baron Petronov supposedly died unmarried, three weeks before the revolution.” She continued heavily, reverting back to her mother tongue. “He had never taken a wife nor had he sired children.”
“This man,” Val began, a chill washing over her flesh as she looked up into the face of the woman that had regaled her with so many fanciful tales in her childhood.
“Upyr, Valentina.” Her grandmother whispered in deep and ominous tones. “The man, the man that was here,” She pressed her fingers to her heart. “This man is upyr.”
Vampire.

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Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood

Lucien D’ Angel is a celebrated paranormal detective with a lucrative television show and numerous best selling books pertaining to the world that may exist beyond the human experience. He’s managed to keep the proverbial low profile over the decades and has purposely stayed out of the public eye, due to a secret that he harbors.  His life was perfect.  Low keyed, private (except for the television shows) and orderly.
That was, until Evangeline Keegan enters his life and disrupts the perfect facade that he had erected over the centuries.
Despite all outward appearance, Lucien has been cursed for nearly four centuries, striving to maintain a some-what ‘normal’ existence in society. Due to the actions of his father, D’ Angel the Destroyer, he has been cursed with the sight.  He sees the spirits of the damned and those left behind at every twist and turn and he has been reluctantly assigned to gather their lost souls.  It is a torment that he has endured, lacking any form of human contact and successfully evading the attention of his demonic twin, Julian.
Julian is everything that Lucien is not and his goal is to destroy all that Lucien holds dear, never permitting the curse that has plagued them for so many centuries to end.
Lucien has keep the secret of his identity well hidden behind a cool veneer of intelligence, but Eva soon learns that Lucien is a tortured and tormented soul who craves the one thing she will refuse to grant him.
His own death.
EXCERPT:
“D’Angel.”
The pronunciation of the name fell from her numb lips. She realized as she said the word that it did seem to fit him, oddly enough. He did bring to mind the paintings she had seen of angels in her youth, elaborate images that had filled the stained glass windows at the church her parent’s had attended. Those same angels had been pale and glowing, radiating with a serenity that was undefinable. Nevertheless, there was something else. There was some sort of…she was not aware of what, precisely, even though the angelic reference to Lucien D’Angel hit a distinctly sour note.
“Yes, my name is D’Angel.” He reiterated the appellation with extreme calmness even though she was aware of the expression that suddenly flooded his face. Extreme and intense disgust was clearly etched in every line, the name not one he cared to acknowledge. He appeared to mentally shake himself, sloughing off whatever demons had invaded his thoughts at the admission.
As he took another hesitant step toward her, Eva wondered why she felt slightly more chilled than she had ever felt in her life. The very atmosphere within the comfortable warmth of the apartment appeared to have changed.
“There are oddities in this world the normal and extremely fragile human mind cannot accept.” He continued and, for the briefest fraction of a second, Eva observed that he appeared to restrain a shiver of his own. “What I am prepared to reveal to you, Evangeline, I desperately require you to comprehend with an open and objective mind.”
“Whatever for, Lucien?”
He took another step toward her and she belatedly acknowledged the intense darkness of his heavily lidded eyes failed to reflect any semblance of the gentle lighting that filled the room. She detected the sound of a sharply inhaled breath somewhere in the deep recesses of her ear. Evangeline belatedly realized the wavering spirit that had hovered in the room had vanished as rapidly as it had appeared, suddenly wary of the presence of the individual that approached her. She peered up at the slowly advancing individual and discovered a look of intense wariness evident upon his flawless features.
Without uttering a word, Lucien D’Angel lifted the paleness of his hands. The flesh of his nearly colorless palms were level to her features and she pulled back, startled by the suddenness of his action.
There, resplendent even in the brilliant glow that filled the living room of his ultra modern apartment, her host had scars more common with a world that had passed centuries ago. Eva was unable to restrain the choking gasp of revulsion that escaped her.
Savagely burnt into the tender and highly sensitive flesh of his left hand, Lucien bore a circular brand that had a depicted a multitude of angels and demons, eternally intertwined and cavorting in a lewd and spectacular dance of death. As she watched, a small yelp of unavoidable fright escaped her bloodless lips. Lucien D’Angel had never moved from his rigid stance before her. She did not have to lift her horrified regard for him to comprehend the terror that filled her rapidly pulsating heart.
Before her appalled gaze, the tortured scar that filled his palm began to burn with an intensity that could only rival that of a freshly applied brand. The whiteness of his skin turned bright and glowing and the flesh began to twist and swirl. The garish images appeared to absorb all radiant light evident in the universe and illuminated the dim confines of the room with a gleaming show of intense white light.
Eva fell back into the cushions of the sofa as the engraved demons danced wildly against his flesh, their faces contorted into hideous visages of terror and fear. The winged angels rose brightly against the tortured and puckered flesh and withdrew mighty swords that shot minute rays of reddish flame against the abnormal pallor of his skin.
“I need you, Evangeline Keegan.” His plea was heartfelt although the issuance of his words struck a chord of dread deep within her.
“Why?” She gasped, the word sticking in her throat as she cringed back into the leather cushions of the sofa.
“I require your assistance, Evangeline Keegan.” He paused, mentally forming his words before he spoke them aloud. “I need to die.”
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Dust and Moonlight by Keta Diablo

 

Dust and Moonlight - Keta Diablo, Fantasy/Time Travel

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Keta Diablo outdid herself! I had the pleasure of reading Land of Falling Stars several months ago and knew instantly that I’d found an author who would be on auto buy. This is actually the third book I’ve read by this author and it just keeps getting better and better! I have yet to be disappointed.

In Dust and Moonlight, Diablo brings Kira to another world in another time. A land where her father was summoned from. Kira has traded one battle for another and is faced with the chance at a love that will know no bounds. Her desire to go home is at battle with the desire to stay wrapped in Balion’s strong arms of love.

Dust and Moonlight is a definite 5 star read that I highly recommend to any one with a love for romance, fantasy, and time travel. Heather’s Reading Romance

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Keta Diablo outdid herself! I had the pleasure of reading Land of Falling Stars several months ago and knew instantly that I’d found an author who would be on auto buy. This is actually the third book I’ve read by this author and it just keeps getting better and better! I have yet to be disappointed.In Dust and Moonlight, Diablo brings Kira to another world in another time. A land where her father was summoned from. Kira has traded one battle for another and is faced with the chance at a love that will know no bounds. Her desire to go home is at battle with the desire to stay wrapped in Balion’s strong arms of love.Dust and Moonlight is a definite 5 star read that I highly recommend to any one with a love for romance, fantasy, and time travel. Heather’s Reading Romance
PUBLISHED BY: Keta Diablo
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2008
WORD COUNT: 59
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
PRODUCT RATING:
CATEGORIES: Fantasy, Erotica, Paranormal
KEYWORDS: fantasy, erotica, time travel, wizard, magic, sorcery,
Keta Diablo outdid herself! I had the pleasure of reading Land of Falling Stars several months ago and knew instantly that I’d found an author who would be on auto buy. This is actually the third book I’ve read by this author and it just keeps getting better and better! I have yet to be disappointed.In Dust and Moonlight, Diablo brings Kira to another world in another time. A land where her father was summoned from. Kira has traded one battle for another and is faced with the chance at a love that will know no bounds. Her desire to go home is at battle with the desire to stay wrapped in Balion’s strong arms of love.Dust and Moonlight is a definite 5 star read that I highly recommend to any one with a love for romance, fantasy, and time travel. Heather’s Reading Romance
  Keta Diablo
 
  2008
  59
  4 4 4 4
 
  Fantasy, Erotica, Paranormal
  fantasy, erotica, time travel, wizard, magic, sorcery,

Crossroads - Best-selling Novella

 

Crossroads, Gay Fiction, the 1st novella in the series, buy from Phaze Publishing, http://www.phaze.com

Handsome ex-cop Frank McGuire is on a quest to locate his dead partner’s missing son. Rand Brennan has an identity issue, exercabated since the death of his father. Hoping to find himself, Rand drops out of college, takes to the streets, and doesn’t realize he’s embroiled in duplicity and murder. In order to save Rand, Frank must confront the nefarious killers and…confront his long-suppressed feelings for Rand.

Elements: scenes of intense sexual activity

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A Day in April 1944 by Ursula Grey

A Day in April 1944Published by: eXcessica Publishing

 

If hot, sexy stories with HEA endings are what you desire, check out, A Day in April, 1944.  I promise you won’t be disappointed!  Ursula Grey

Numbed emotionally by the war, Lisette, a French woman working for the Resistance, shelters an American pilot during the Occupation of France.  The visitor she harbors awakens her dormant sexuality and touches her in ways she couldn’t possibly have imagined…

Nominated for Best Book of the Week on Whipped Cream erotic romance reviews.

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If you want a sexy read that shows the determination of the human race and ends with a bang (yes, I loved the ending), then you need to read A Day in April 1944. I give this novella 4 ½ cherries.

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Predetermined Endings by Destiny Booze

Blurb:

Angelica Chappell’s story makes huge headlines.  Only a few months ago, she released a new pharmaceutical drug called Krytonix that effectively slows the spread of cancer cells.  She has no idea her story will attract the attention of a serial killer.  Suddenly, she is a target whether she realizes it or not.  This killer is interested in more than her life.  He wants her reputation, too.  His first mission is to sabotage Krytonix.

William Pierce worked undercover for the FBI for five years to bring down a ruthless mobster that he ultimately is forced to kill.  Two months passes by since that assignment.  Still, William saw things he couldn’t talk about.  He did things he couldn’t talk about.  He believes his soul is damned.  Returning to “normal” everyday life isn’t an option.  He isn’t the same man he used to be.  He refuses to return to FBI headquarters.  He becomes a rogue agent with an agenda.

These two characters literally collide when Pierce’s agenda leads him to Chappell. It will take both of them to keep Angelica alive and to figure out who is trying to kill her. William soon finds himself developing feelings for Angelica. Too bad for her killer, William worked as a trained killer for the mob. Will he find her killer and hand him over to the legal system to see that justice is served or will he search and destroy?

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My Lord Raven by Tamela Quijas

….I speak of a love that happens betwixt a man and a woman but once in a lifetime…

Dante Burroughs was unaware of the hidden promises whispered in the ancient phrase, or of the dreams that would torment him.

Unfulfilled dreams of a woman, whose soul had been promised to the Ravensmoors centuries past.

Kathleen Bennett knew the torment.

Dreams filled with the image of blue eyed man, whispering promises that were locked in her heart.

A time would come, when the souls of the past would collide….

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Altered Beginnings by Destiny Booze

Blurb:

The headline in the small town newspaper read Young Woman Missing, Presumed Dead or Worse.

Leigh Lawson returned to Nags Head, North Carolina after four years with a huge shock. That big and bold headline was about her! Everyone thought she was dead!

The truth was that she was doing well. While gone, she had gotten clean from drugs and worked hard to get her bachelor’s degree in engineering. With her life back on track, she returns home in hope that she will receive a warm welcome. Instead, she gets the townsfolks’ disdain.

Everyone hates her, everyone except Jason Altarez, an ambitious and resilient reporter with his sights locked on Leigh. He chases her with oozing charm and romance, but does he really want her or is he after his next story?

Leigh’s life soon spirals out of control when the police recruit her for an undercover assignment. They want her to go back to the life of her troubled teenage years, back into the drugs, and help them to bring the local drug supplier to conviction. It may be Leigh’s only chance to redeem herself with her family and friends. If she can complete this one assignment, the town will forgive her. The only problem is that she needs to figure out how to stay alive in the process…

Jason is her continuous partner through it all, proving his dedication to her as he struggles to keep her safe. Leigh wants to believe he is a man of his word. She wants to believe that her heart isn’t completely foolish for falling for him, especially when she discovers evidence that Jason may be working for the very drug dealer that Leigh is trying to have arrested. Will he betray her in the end or will he demonstrate the most romantic notion of all – that love at first sight truly exists?

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TOMORROW’S WORLD #1

Excerpts from the novel TOMORROW’S WORLD by Steve Nelson
TOMORROW’S WORLD is an erotic Science Fiction novel by Steve Nelson. A man from the 20th Century awakens from a high tech hibernation experiment centuries in the future. In this future world nudity is the norm and sex is the passion.
…”HELLO” he said. “My name is Vin147, I am the Administrator here…The nearest we can figure is that you’ve been in your Dream Machine for about 200 years”. I was stunned! “ We are very sorry to say that all who knew you are now dead and gone. But look on it this way” said Vin. “You’ve been given a new chance. Our way of life is very nice and you’ll see it soon.”
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I was aware of others that were there helping me along on the wheeled hospital bed. I also saw that they were all naked and bald, with a small gold chain and badge around their necks. They had wrist devices and some type of rubber slippers on their feet and that was it!
I took special notice that some were women; and they all had big beautiful tits! “I’m in Heaven” I thought.
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The rise in health and strength that my cock has received is astounding, not to mention the beautiful nurses that have helped me with toiletry and showering. I’ve wanted to just reach out and have a big taste of their lovely big tits for days now.
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Vin paused and smiled, “I have a treat for you, then.” He stepped to the door and came back in a moment with an extremely lovely woman in tow. “Arthur, I want you to meet, ‘Female401E’. She will be your assigned companion to help you through your transition to our, or your, new way of life… Understand now, she is not your slave or your servant. Female401E is a qualified nurse.”
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“From now on you are officially known as ‘Male501E’” said Vin. “Male501E, I believe you’ll be happy to know that Female401E is your downstairs neighbor.”
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“I AM VERY PLEASED to meet you” I said. “Please don’t be too formal” she said. “I am Female401E. I am here to help you with everything you may need. I’ll be by your side always unless you tell me to go away.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “I don’t think I’d tell you to go away if I live to be 100.”
“Your new apartment is our first destination for today” she said. “Do you feel up to it?”
“Lead on Honey, I’m sticking with you!” “Please, my name is Female401E!” she said. “Ok sorry, but the number part sounds to me so official and unfriendly, how about, ‘My Female?” I said. “Just Female’” she said. “As I am not yours.” “Ok. Deal. Female it is then” I said.
“Male501E, you must understand that it is my job to help you learn and adjust to our ways, to make them your ways.” “OK.  And I have an adjustment for you, then” I said with a smile. “When we’re together, you just call me ‘Male’, OK?” She thought a moment then said, “OK. We have a deal, ‘Male’.”
I sat back on the hospital bed and gazed at her. She wanted to speak again but I shushed her. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I said. “You remind me of a female I saw in a publication back in the 20th Century. Your eyes are simply delicious. I feel I will melt when I look at you… I just love that bronze skin tone you have… You are slim with nicely rounded hips and your ass is just gorgeous!”
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“IS YOUR PUSSY HOT AND WET?” I asked. “Believe me Male, it has been since I came into this room” she said. “Now Male, are you through enjoying my body?” she asked. “Never!” I said.
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Female 401E spoke again in her sweet voice. “First I want to help you with what you’ll see when we exit the Medical Center. You will see females mounted on males as they go about their business. It is customary for females to mount a male for trips here and there. Females do not do a lot of walking in our society they simply mount a male if one is handy.”
“As you’ve seen I am sure, the males here are incredibly strong in the legs and arms and of course you may also notice how large and strong the male’s cocks are.”
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“Ok, you’ll also see couples from time to time along the way and on the commuter trams making love. Do not stare. You see, in our society, beauty and love and making love are life-long desires we all have. Love and making love is what our society is all about. It is what we’ve been genetically engineered to do. We celebrate healthy living and sex. It is our way.”
“No worries Female. I understand and agree fully.”
“Now I want to get to know you better, Male, before your cock grows as large as the other males. I am intrigued by your small 6” size.” With that statement she began to give me a fabulously wonderful blow job.
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True to her word, as we left my room at the Medical Center hand in hand, I saw females here and there being carried about while mounted upon muscular males. I also saw couples here and there making love on couches and other soft pedestals which were placed along the way, as Female told me, just for that purpose. I also felt warm air circulated about me, in this beautiful domed city of love, so that walking about naked felt quite normal and comfortable.
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INDOOR HALLWAYS of the building are carpeted and outdoor ones are not. There is a nice pastel color dĂŠcor for each level. As I walked along the hallway of level 2 of the building, a female came out of her apartment and was surprised to see me walking alone.
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Hi, I am Male501E” I said. “I just moved in.” “Oh yes, I’ve heard of you. I am Female289E. You’re the male who has come to us from the past.”
“Yes that’s me” I said. “I’ve been here only a short time and I’m just finding my way around.”
“Well, come right in. You can pleasure me while I wash a few dishes” she said. So in I came and did as I was told.
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As I came in the door she took hold of my erect cock and led me over to the kitchen area. We embraced, then kissed for a few minutes, then she said, “Lick my ass while I finish these, won’t you, Male501E?” “Yes Female289,” I said. Then I knelt down took hold of her fine ass and began my fun job. She had just washed and was scented nicely. These people are really into being clean at all times. I love it! I licked up and down her beautiful ass and lavishly about her hole. She arched her back so I could target her pussy better. I tasted her folds and plunged my tongue in deeply and tasted her sweet honey. I don’t know how long I was at this. All I did was massage her cheeks and suck and lick like there was no tomorrow.
Some time and not a few moans later, she announced she was done with the dishes. Female289 took hold of my cock again and led me out on to her outdoor balcony where she had one of those nice sex couches waiting. She said, “Now lie down I’m going to ride that little cock of yours.”  I lay down as told and she mounted me and began to ride me, slowly at first. She bent over to kiss me as she rode. I sucked at her nice tits. This is Super!
I held her bald head and we kissed deeply. She sat up and shrieked and moaned as she rode faster… She rode me for maybe 15 to 20 minutes, I can only guess, making those wonderful female sounds that I like to hear. Then my Wrist Com chimed and Female401was on the line. “Yes Female, I am here in 289. Female289 is just enjoying me” I said.
“Oh, I’ll come right away and help.” Soon Female401 arrived and Female289 said to her, “Come and ride this male’s little cock. It’s really fun! I’m going to have this male suck my pussy again.” Female289
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moved off my throbbing erect cock and moved up to put her wet pussy to my lips. I licked and sucked and probed. Female289 shrieked and moaned even more. “Fuck… This male is good! “she said. As Female289 did all this, I felt Female401 mount my hot and waiting cock and begin to ride. Now I had two females sighing, shrieking and moaning as I pleasured them. We were all linked in tremendously exquisite joy! These females shrieked and moaned almost in unison, and not a few times gave me the nice compliment, “Fuck! Oh Fuck!! This male is good!!!” Female289 reached a fully loaded orgasm and cried, “Fuuuuuck!” She was through and climbed off, she lay down on the side of the couch panting with exhaustion and moaning with pleasure. Female401 was just about to orgasm as well, she leaned forward and I took one of her magnificent Tits and I sucked hungrily. She moaned loudly, “Fuuuck!” She shook with excitement and slowed her motion to a stop.
Female401 said to me a few minutes later as we lay there in an embrace, “Now, don’t you go and finish on me just yet, Male. You have a job to do down at the Medical Center.”
“Ok, whatever you wish, Female” I said, sitting up. She wrapped her legs around me. “Are you sure you can do this?” she asked.
“I believe I can Female” I said. Now, with strength I’d never before known, I rose up with her mounted on me. I walked out of the apartment as Female289 was saying, “Goodbye. Come and fuck me again won’t you?” “Yes Female,” I said. “I always do what I am told.”
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I walked proudly with Female401E nicely mounted upon me like the other males did with their females. This was a wonderful moment for me, taking my place in this beautiful society as one of them.  I walked with Female mounted on me all the way to the waiting tram on the street and took my place as a male with mounted female should. I relaxed a bit as we sat on the seat of the tram and she rode me slowly.
“Now, what’s my job to do at the Medical Center?” I asked. Female told me that I must make a donation at the Sperm Bank. …”That sounds just super” I said, as I tasted her lovely tits.
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Carnal Cravings by Keta Diablo

A Gay Fiction Novella - CARNAL CRAVINGS

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Blurb:

Craven and his friend Anthony discover they’re in over their heads the night they’re caught spying on Beresford Hall. But when Craven meets the dark, mysterious Dominic Beresford, he wonders if fate really does step in and take you by surprise when you least expect.

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Crossroads Revisited by Keta Diablo

CROSSROADS REVISITED, Second novella in the series
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Blurb: Private Investigator, Frank McGuire tracks down another serial killer, but this time it’s personal. Real personal. The maniac has killed five young college students and Rand Brennan is his next target. That pisses Frank off.
Warning: Intense sexual scenes of man love.

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Blood of the Beast by Tamela Quijas

Detective Valentina Kureyev had been assigned to one of the worst cases of the century. A serial killer haunted the streets, depositing bloodless corpses throughout the section of town known as Little Europe. She hadn’t a clue to the identity of the culprit, as the appearance of more bodies had begun to cause terror and panic.
The case was hopeless.
The terror was real.
As real as Demetri Petronov.
The Professor of Russian Antiquities had been targeted with the murderer’s special form of a calling card. Val couldn’t turn away from his offer of aide in the bizarre case, even though he whispered tales of the beast feeding on human blood.
He was the primary suspect.

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Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood by Tamela Quijas

Lucien D’ Angel is a celebrated paranormal detective with a lucrative television show and numerous best selling books pertaining to the world that may exist beyond the human experience. He’s managed to keep the proverbial low profile over the decades and has purposely stayed out of the public eye, due to a secret that he harbors. His life was perfect. Low keyed, private (except for the television shows) and orderly.

That was, until Evangeline Keegan enters his life and disrupts the perfect facade that he had erected over the centuries.

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“Tamela Quijas has done a wonderful job with this story. It is very well written and I would recommend this book to everyone looking for a great paranormal book to read.”

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“Great characterization, and a blend of strong elements, makes this story a wonderful journey into time.”

Dust and Moonlight by Keta Diablo

Kira passed more than a thousand trees draped in twisted vines and slithering black serpents. On a fool’s mission, caught in a hopeless labyrinth of never-ending circles, twists and bends, despair found her. For hours, she’d been in the forest, running in circles, trudging through sweltering swamps and breath-sucking tropical forests. Wearily, she dropped onto a stump, buried her head in her hands, and wept.
At every pause, she’d held the medallion in her hands, closed her eyes, and repeated the chant. “Full moon, winter’s night, hear my call, see my plight. Come daughter of hope, savior of grief, come with me to a place of peace.” She waited, and when nothing happened, wailed. The very air around her wove a thread of malevolence through her befuddled brain, and she knew with certainty if she didn’t find the spot where she had landed soon, she’d no longer need air.

Courage and determination had knocked on her door that morning, and then led her to the medallion in Balion’s bedchamber. Tired of playing the pawn in their silly war games, and weary of attending a one person pity-party, she lifted the talisman from the table and reminded herself she’d almost died in this strange land three times. If she hoped to see her parents again, the time had come to take matters into her own hands. She was a psychological profiler, for God’s sake, an intelligent, educated woman who could surely outsmart a bevy of medieval characters from a distant, albeit very distant, past. Out of temper, not to mention options, reality smacked her in the face harder than the rain that had suddenly materialized. Hopeless, her situation loomed utterly hopeless.
 

Soaked clear through to her skin, she rose from the stump and headed for a cave ahead. Nestled between clusters of tawny cliffs, the shelter looked as good as the next place to sort out her thoughts, and, it would be dry. Tired, hungry, and oh so wet, she entered, slumped against a wall near the entrance and slithered to the ground.
 

She closed her eyes, and moments later opened them, her gut-wrenching sixth sense screaming danger. Low-pitched growls heaved the stagnant air, paralyzing her with fear, tenfold in comparison to the day The Scarlet Angel held the knife to her throat. A primordial scent filled the cavern, the same odious aroma that drifted over her the day the beast chased her in the forest.
 

The cat advanced, his golden eyes flaming with an odd mixture of lust and death. With nauseating dread, she knew she had looked into those orbs before. A series of vignettes rushed forth—Garrick entering a room and leaning against the trunk of a tree. Her suspicions had been right, impossible as it seemed. Mother of Jesus help me, Garrick and the cat are one in the same.
 

Feral heat enveloped her and hot breath fanned her cheeks as the great predator moved in at a foot-dragging pace. Foolishly, she’d left the spear behind, and nothing fell within her grasp as her hand searched the ground, no heavy sticks, no steel pipes this time. Kira’s short life flashed before her, and her mother’s violet eyes and father’s strong jaw.
 

She whispered a prayer, “Let it be quick.”
 

Lethal, white fangs gleamed deadly when the spotted leopard opened his mouth and let loose a savage roar. Mammoth paws clawed the air as he closed the empty space between them. He could have killed her in a heartbeat, but Kira sensed, sickly, he wanted something from her before he devoured her. Hot, primal arousal drifted over her, under her. In a moment, she would upchuck her breakfast. Retracting his claws, his paw reached out and scraped her cheek, the unadulterated desire emanating from every pore of his furred body.
 

Before she knew what had happened, the massive paw slid around her neck and thrust her face down to the ground. She heard the sickening sound of leather ripping, felt the cold brush of air whisper against her naked bottom. His breath warm and fetid, he pinned her to the ground with one paw, slid the other beneath her and raised her hips high into the air. Nausea swirled again in her stomach. Something hard pressed against her buttocks―a hot, seeking probe—sending convulsions coursing through her. A heavy stone lay within her grasp. She reached for it, her fingers digging into the earth as the beast purred and ran his sandpaper tongue along her upper spine. With stone in hand, she slammed it against his leg and cringed when the bone snapped and he released a tortured howl. In that infinitesimal moment, she slipped from under him and flipped onto her back..
 

Icy fingers of fear snaked up her spine as she looked into the beast’s eyes. With teeth barred, his enormous head descended until it was inches from her face. More terrifying than anything she had ever seen or imagined, including the wild boars, the masked assassins or the black serpents inhabiting this godforsaken land, she let loose a blood-curdling scream.
 

Then she closed her eyes and sent a prayer skyward.. 

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