tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24787192137723058332024-03-13T04:00:09.925-04:00Evelise ArcherBlog of erotic author Evelise ArcherSexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478719213772305833.post-37128045526585868182018-04-16T06:02:00.001-04:002018-04-16T06:02:19.162-04:00Autism Awareness Blog Hop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Every year, students come through my classroom who are on the autism spectrum. and every year, I am happily astounded at the love and care my other students take and have with him or her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I currently have a young man (a senior)who has Asperger's and is an integral part of the class. From the start of the semester, I have watched this young man blossom and thrive in my "participatory" class, working with others and sharing about himself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The other students have opened their arms to him and taken him under their wing; group projects, debates, assistance when completing a task, my heart swells at their care.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: "high tower text" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A world
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">Eldridge
Cristoff worked hard and rarely played, always leery of letting himself go
after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his college boyfriend. Best
friend Isabella Catana, submissive and lover of Johnson Petri, invited him to a
night at an upscale BDSM club, Club Rebellion-owned and operated by Johnson and
his trio of friends. All dominants.<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;">Dalton
Peters has never collared his own sub nor had the desire until he met Eldridge.
Dalton was immediately taken with the skittish man, deciding to make it his
mission to release Eldridge from his sexual prison.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Eldridge realized the world he was meant to be in. A loving man and master at
his side; he discovered submission was not a weakness but a true testament of
his strong inner spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Dalton's careful guidance, Eldridge had no choice but to give into his desires
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eldridge
parked his car, popped a wintergreen breath freshener in his mouth, and headed
toward the entrance. He walked up to the nondescript, solid black door that had
no peephole, nervously wiped his hands against the leather pants, and rang the
bell.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The
building was located in the swankier section of Philadelphia and sported its
own parking lot, which was a rarity in the city as most establishments utilized
city parking garages or the street. From that, Eldridge surmised that the place
had been doing very well. By the layout of the parking lot, he could tell the area
used to house a building that had been torn down to create the space.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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shouldn't have been sweating in the outfit he wore. Eldridge was told -- no,
ordered -- to wear his black leathers. They were soft as butter to the touch
and so skintight his package was outlined. He also wore a white close-fitting
muscle shirt and a jacket. He'd tried to get underwear on; even a jock, but the
pants were so tight that any seams showed through, so he elected to go
commando. He couldn't believe that he'd been talked into the outfit. He'd
bought the leathers as a joke for a party he'd attended. They'd been very
expensive, so Eldridge never threw them out. But he never thought he'd be
wearing them again. And definitely not to a club.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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waited less than twenty seconds after pressing the illuminated button before a
very large man in blue jeans and a black T-shirt opened the door. After
stepping over the threshold, Eldridge looked up and noticed the camera above
the door. He handed the bouncer his invitation with the club's logo on it -- a
raised <i>CR</i> in black with a muted gray picture of a flogger in
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The
tattooed gentleman nodded and said, "Good evening, Mr. Cristoff."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The
bouncer, Sam, according to the embossed name on his T-shirt, pointed to the
next set of double doors and told Eldridge to go right in. But not before
placing a red band on his wrist emblazoned with the word <i>Guest</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was amazed he'd heard nothing from the other side; not a sound. <i>The
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Red
leather covered the surface of the double-access, and Eldridge felt like he was
walking into an alternate universe. The problem was, he had no idea what
universe he'd ambled into. At first glance, it looked like any other club --
people sitting at the bar, tables, and booths while talking, laughing, and
drinking. Then he got a better look at the clientele. Men and women appeared in
various stages of dress and undress. He tried not to gawk, but it was
difficult. While heading to the bar, he spied a woman attached to a long chain
by her nipples and casually strolling with a man holding the other end. <i>Shit</i>.<i>What
the hell have I gotten into?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The club
was beautiful and sleek. An artist would say the straight lines and dark, muted
colors enhanced the desired atmosphere. Almost everything was leather -- sofas,
chairs, barstools, even the edge of the bar. The color scheme was black or
white with gray or subdued yellow accents. The lighting was low but sufficient
to give a secure and homey feeling. Mirrors and abstract art adorned the walls.
Eldridge didn't understand the point of abstract art, but from what he saw, the
décor went perfectly with the club.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">"Piña
colada. Nonalcoholic, please." He leaned forward and spoke to the
bartender. He loved a fruity drink, and that one was his favorite. Chunks of
coconut and bits of pineapple. Was a piña colada cliché for a gay guy? He
didn't care.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">As he
took his beverage, Eldridge turned around in hopes of finding Isabella and her
boyfriend. He spotted Issy waving to him before he'd even completed the turn
and walked toward the couple. The two were comfortably ensconced on a white
leather sofa with Issy perched on Johnson's lap and her head tucked under his
chin. Eldridge stopped in his tracks. The couple looked absolutely beautiful
together and completely content.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Isabella
hadn't had an easy life prior to meeting Johnson. Afterward, it took time for
the Dominant/submissive thing to run smoothly. Their late-night talks had given
Eldridge an earful regarding Issy and Johnson's relationship. He knew his
friend had truly found peace in her life, whatever the lifestyle may've been.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">He made
his way to the couch where they were seated and could see what appeared to be a
stage. Actually, there appeared to be three raised zones lit with various
degrees of lighting. The center one was subdued, but the flanking areas were
lit. One sported what looked like a large <i>X</i>-shaped structure. If
Eldridge remembered correctly, Issy had told him that it was called a St.
Andrew's cross. A woman was attached to it and was being flogged by a very
large man. Eldridge was too far away to hear any of the sounds coming from the
woman, but if her expression was any indication, she was enjoying herself <i>very
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">As
Eldridge leaned down to greet Issy with a peck on the cheek, he noticed the man
sitting on the far end of the sofa. <i>Yum. Scary. Dominant.</i> It
was easy to surmise based on the way the man carried himself even in a sitting
position and the way he was dressed that he was probably a Dom. Once Issy had
convinced Eldridge to visit the establishment and after he'd filled out all the
necessary paperwork, he'd perused a few sites on the Internet so he could at
least know the difference between a Dom and a sub.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The club
sported <i>the lifestyle</i>, as Issy liked to describe it. It was a way
of life that for some unknown reason Issy felt her bestie needed to explore.
Issy was a submissive when it came to her home life. At work, she was a total
go-getter that took a stance on designs and implementation. And she bossed
around even the largest men. But in her domestic life, she allowed Johnson to
rule the roost; from Eldridge's perspective, anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">The only
problem was, Eldridge didn't know if he completely agreed with the lifestyle.
How could a person give that much control to another? Although, if Eldridge
really, really, thought about it, the idea did spark something inside him. He
was always in control at work, but sometimes he wanted someone else to take the
reins. He wanted to relax, but it scared the hell out of him to allow someone
else to rule.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eldridge
wanted to sit at the feet of the man at the end of the sofa, which completely
threw him for a loop, and he immediately locked the thought away in the
recesses of his brain. The last time he wanted to sit at a man's feet, he was
told that he was depraved and sick. Damn, Ned had done a number on him. He'd
done unimaginable things to him. Ned had turned out to be sick in his physical
and emotional treatment of Eldridge. Not that Eldridge desired to be physically
hurt, but he did crave more. As confused as he was, he didn't know what
the <i>more</i> was. Isabella thought she knew what he needed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">He
kissed Issy on the cheek and shook Johnson's hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">"El,
this is Dalton. One of my partners in the club." Johnson spoke as he
pointed to the man at the far end of the arc-shaped sofa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eldridge
crossed over to stand in front of Dalton. Dalton stood and extended his hand in
greeting. The grip was strong and solid. His eyes raked Eldridge up and down.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">El
supposed he was a good-looking guy. At least that's what Issy had always told
him. She called him <i>man-pretty </i>-- not completely masculine and
not necessarily feminine. <i>Man-pretty</i>. At times, he wasn't sure if
that was an insult or a compliment. He'd always known he was gay. When their
classmates were looking at the opposite gender, Eldridge always looked at the
boys. He loved the hard and delineated lines of their chest; not soft mounds
that protruded and got in the way. <i>Girls' breasts, yuck</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">His
family knew he was gay. He'd come out to them in his early teens. His parents were
supportive and accepting even though it probably wasn't the lifestyle they
would've chosen for him. He never brought boys home as dates, so his parents
were fine with his homosexuality as long as it wasn't flaunted in their faces.
Sometimes Eldridge felt very lonely, but at least he had Issy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">He
wasn't the biggest, tallest, or most talkative in their current circle of
friends. In fact, when he wasn't in the boardroom and high-strung from all the
intensive work he did to keep his clients rolling in money, he could've been
classified as a wallflower; reclusive. Eldridge didn't mind going out for a
drink or two with Issy and Johnson or his coworkers, but he very much preferred
to be by himself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Finding
the right man to date was hard. Eldridge didn't know how women were on the
prowl all the time. His introverted personality made contacting a stranger
difficult. But there had to be someone out there for him, didn't there?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eldridge
gauged the man before him with rapt attention. <i>Damn</i>, he thought as
he tilted his head back to get a better view. Large was the first word that
popped into Eldridge's mind. An imposing figure, Dalton had to be at least
six-feet six-inches tall. El wondered if the size of his cock matched his
height.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">His
pants became tighter than they already were, and his face heated as he
continued to stare from beneath his lowered eyelashes. Hair so blond that it
was almost white hung past his shoulders, held back with a leather thong. The
strands looked silky. But what really drew Eldridge were his eyes -- cobalt
blue, piercing, and the kind that could look straight into a man's soul.
Eldridge shook his head as if coming out of a fog and composed himself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">That was
someone Eldridge would want to get to know better. Eldridge didn't even know if
he was gay. There was no way someone that large and masculine could be gay. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">Okay,
maybe he was stereotyping but he was most likely a Dom to boot. <i>Some
woman would be very lucky to land this fine specimen of a man.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">But
Dalton held Eldridge's hand just a touch too long for a casual handshake, and
something sparked briefly in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "high tower text" , serif;"><span style="color: white;">"Nice
to meet you, Dalton."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Eldridge Cristoff worked hard and rarely played, always leery of letting himself go after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his college boyfriend. Best friend Isabella Catana, submissive and lover of Johnson Petri, invited him to a night at an upscale BDSM club, Club Rebellion-owned and operated by Johnson and his trio of friends. All dominants.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Dalton Peters has never collared his own sub nor had the desire until he met Eldridge. Dalton was immediately taken with the skittish man, deciding to make it his mission to release Eldridge from his sexual prison.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Slowly Eldridge realized the world he was meant to be in. A loving man and master at his side; he discovered submission was not a weakness but a true testament of his strong inner spirit.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">With Dalton's careful guidance, Eldridge had no choice but to give into his desires and heart, allowing Dalton to dominate his body and soul.</span></span><br />
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US Marshal Jaeger Tripp is assigned to the Federal Witness Protection Program. The hurt and destruction he’s seen—along with protecting criminals who are only cooperating with the authorities to keep themselves out of jail—have left him with a bleak and jaded view of both life and people. His current assignment is Wren O’Riley, a computer wizard who witnessed a high-profile cartel hit.</div>
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To Jaeger, Wren is the same as any other job. He must protect him long enough to get him to testify at trial, and his personal feelings have no place in his work and must be set aside. But that’s easier said than done. On the run and fighting for their lives, Jaeger and Wren can’t help but grow closer. And Jaeger can’t help seeing beyond Wren’s nerdy exterior to a man who might be just what Jaeger needs to settle his soul and capture his heart—if they survive long enough to get that chance.</div>
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Order of the Black Knights</div>
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<em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Every century has seen its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.</em></div>
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OPPRESSIVE HEAT caused the sweat to trickle down Jaeger’s back and pool at the waistband of his camouflage BDUs. For three fucking days, he’d been entrenched in the mosquito-ridden jungle of Colombia, waiting for his mark, Carlos Quintanilla—drug runner, coca grower, and major player in the Colombian cartel. He and his team were paid handsomely to sit, wait, and dispose of a target. And though the original twenty-four hours—in, shoot, and out—had grown to three days, mercenaries were paid to wait under any conditions.</div>
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Once the deed was done, he would trek four klicks through the jungle and rendezvous with the team, cross into Venezuela, and transform into a businessman for the trip back to the States. With his payoff, he planned to retire—hang up his hat as a killer for hire and live on an island in peace and quiet. Maybe. If the nightmares stopped and gave him respite.</div>
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He watched through his rifle sight as Quintanilla lumbered along the edge of the pool of his multi-million-dollar fortress. Security was a priority for him, but that was of little consequence to Jaeger, who was perched approximately half a mile away from the complex in a makeshift tree stand with his Remington 700, nicknamed Lolita. He waited.</div>
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Movement to the right of the pool caught his attention. Jaeger shifted ever so slightly as the slim figure of a man dressed in blue flowered board shorts, a white undershirt, and flip flops approached Quintanilla. The young man couldn’t have been more than twenty-four.</div>
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A dirty blond mop of hair fell over his eyes. His skin was only slightly tanned, as though it had been kissed by the sun, and his ass was meant to be grabbed.</div>
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Jaeger didn’t have time to ogle over some squeeze Quintanilla kept at his house. Or maybe the young man was the drug runner’s son. Intel reported that Quintanilla’s wife, children, and mistress were away on vacation. So either the young man was a fuck buddy or a returning son, there to see daddy. Additionally, the team had watched the workers and security guards and knew the next few days were the only time that month Quintanilla would be alone. It looked like a vacation from the world. Quintanilla sent everyone else away and stayed to enjoy the amenities he acquired by dipping his hands into blood money. Carlos Quintanilla believed himself so powerful that no one would dare to touch him. He’d soon be proven wrong.</div>
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“Target in sight.” Jaeger spoke softly into the mic attached to the lapel of his camouflage shirt. The earpiece in his right ear crackled with static.</div>
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“Can you take the shot, Arrow One?” The speaker, located approximately four kilometers away, waited with the rest of the team for Jaeger to complete the deed and return to the rendezvous point.</div>
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“Roger, Base One. Shot available, but there’s a slight problem. The target is not alone. Over.”</div>
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Jaeger waited for base to confirm or negate his mission. He hoped it was a go, because if not, the sitting in a mosquito-infested jungle, being eaten alive would have been for naught. And that would highly piss him off.</div>
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“Can you take them both out, Arrow One?”</div>
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Jaeger thought and quickly contemplated the speed of the traveling bullet, the wind velocity, and the reaction time for the second target to move and attempt to take cover and fall at Quintanilla’s feet. He couldn’t guarantee it.</div>
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“Negative, Base One. Advise.” Jaeger waited.</div>
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Sitting in the jungle required patience, which any mercenary or sniper had in spades. The average man found it torturous to sit in silence for three minutes. Jaeger did it for days at a time. So the five minutes it took for base to get back to him was nothing. If Quintanilla attempted to leave the premises, Jaeger would have to either take him out and leave the young man alive or try to eradicate both of them.</div>
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“Base One to Arrow One. Over.”</div>
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“Arrow One here.”</div>
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“It’s a go, Arrow One. Target first, then the secondary. Take the trip to the destination and see if any cleaning is required. We are still a go for the meet. Over.”</div>
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“Roger, Base One. Over.”</div>
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Jaeger had the green light. Kill Quintanilla, shoot the young man, and confirm both kills. Jaeger had no doubt Carlos Quintanilla would be dead, but was not sure of the second target. He’d put a bullet in him on sight, if needed.</div>
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Jaeger peered through the lens, blinked his eyes to refocus, and stared at Quintanilla. He and his blond companion were seated side by side in chaise longues. The young man’s hands moved earnestly, as if the talk was at the forefront of his young life. Jaeger inhaled and filled his lungs. The feel of Lolita against his cheek and on his shoulder and the caress of the scope and wood stock comforted him but had also brought him great pain. But this was not the time to become maudlin. He had a job. One that would enlarge his bank account and maybe deliver the solace he’d struggled so hard to find.</div>
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Ever so slowly he released his breath as his index finger rested on the trigger. As he let go the last of his breath, Jaeger squeezed the trigger. The whiz of the bullet rang through the air and blended with the cacophony of birds in the untamed Colombian jungle. Jaeger released the shell, inhaled again, and aligned his second shot. Dead-on, the bullet pierced Carlos Quintanilla’s skull, and blood oozed from the hole. Quintanilla fell over in the lounger. The young man dropped to his knees and covered his mouth with his hands. The angle of his body made it impossible for Jaeger to kill him, but he’d maim him until he was onsite and could finish the deed. <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This better involve a bonus. And not a two-fer-one sale.</em></div>
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The second shot, strategically aimed at the young man’s side, tore through his ribs and pierced a lung, incapacitating him until Jaeger arrived. The man dropped.</div>
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Jaeger slung his minipack onto his back, hoisted Lolita onto his shoulder by her strap, and jogged through the foliage. Normally the slight trek would have taken about ten minutes on solid ground, but in the thick of the Colombian jungle, half a mile could take up to an hour. Jaeger didn’t have the luxury of wasted time. He humped the half mile as fast and expediently as the surrounding area allowed and arrived at the fortress in less than thirty minutes.</div>
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Careful and mindful of any unwanted guests, Jaeger quickly entered through a low-lying wall on the back side and made his way to the pool area. The silence was welcome, except for the slight whimpers of the wounded bystander. Jaeger verified Quintanilla’s death and turned his attention to the young man who struggled for breath as his lungs obviously filled with blood and his heart enlarged and worked overtime to pump. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His soulful chocolate-brown eyes pooled with tears as he peered up at Jaeger. Blood, snot, and tears did not detract from the young man’s good looks. In retrospect Jaeger realized he <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">was</em> Quintanilla’s son and not a boy toy.</div>
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Jaeger removed his Sig from the side holster and aimed. The young man resignedly closed his eyes. Sadness illuminated Jaeger’s soul at the prospect of taking an innocent, but no witnesses were allowed. And Jaeger was paid to kill. He wasn’t quite sure where his feeling emanated from, but a job was a job, and Jaeger and the team were being paid handsomely. The boy had the misfortune to be born into the Quintanilla family and grow up the son of a notorious drug runner. Maybe not so innocent, then—tainted by his genealogy. Jaeger pulled the trigger. The sound was louder than usual.</div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo
loves his ranch, his horses, and the men he works with. He also has certain
proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant and a
one hundred and fifty year old vampire who desperately desires a mate and
permanent sub.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Newly
graduated from Veterinary School, Kristoph Karlisle answers the Vet Needed ad
for the C & L Ranch. The little coquí shifter is better suited for the
warmer climate and eagerly heads south towards a new job—and his fated mate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo
hopes his mate is as open-minded as the other residents of the C & L Ranch,
where hog tying takes on a whole new meaning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Kristoph’s
heart skipped a full beat or maybe two and the sweat trickled down his back at
the bomb just dropped on his lap. The polo shirt began to stick to him and he
hoped his deodorant did the job. Diablo Rivera-Calderon was an imposing figure
of a man. Sexy, wore a pair of jeans as if they’d been painted on, Kristoph’s
new boss, and oh yeah—his mate. Never did Kristoph think he’d move hours away
from his current home not only for a job but also to find his mate—life mate as
Diablo called him. Coquíes did not necessarily mate for life nor believe in
life mates. They knew mates existed and from the moment Kristoph laid eyes on
Diablo his scent called to him and he knew the attraction strong, but a life
mate?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Usually
coquí unions were arranged by the parents or some older relative for the sake
of procreation and keeping their shifter population thriving. They rarely mated
outside the species. Kristoph’s parents were a perfect example. Their marriage
had been arranges and they brought six children into the world. Unlike their
animal counterpart which laid up to twenty five eggs per year, the shifter
coquí usually had a child every year and a half. Kristoph sometimes wondered if
they only stayed together out of habit, and because it was expected He
certainly didn’t think they loved each other and when they tried to arrange a
marriage for him, Kristoph left his island home of Puerto Rico for the sunnier
pastures of Florida. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, a scholarship from
the University of Pennsylvania to study paid off in more than one way. The
weather may not have been what he’d originally sought, but now relocating to
Virginia…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Confused,
Kristoph wondered if all the ramblings of his parents about survival and
procreation was just their way to keep him in line, especially once he told
them he was gay. They were appalled and screamed it was his duty to marry a
nice coquí-shifter girl and keep the species thriving. Once his parents
informed him they had an arranged marriage for him, Kristoph left and never
looked back. Lies. Everything they told him—lies.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“I don’t
know if I believe in life mates.” Kristoph had a hard time looking Diablo in
the eyes. He already didn’t want to disappoint his mate. “My parents always
told me coquíes married for procreation, rarely love. We only bred with each
other.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“<em><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Cariño</span></em>,
I can’t speak for your parents, but I can sure as hell tell you with one
hundred percent assuredness, you are my mate. A vampire’s nose is never wrong,
nor hearing, and you smell like sunshine and sea salt.” Kristoph kept his eyes
transfixed on their joined hands and the slight caress of Diablo’s finger on
his wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“But what
if you’re wrong and I’m not the man for you. Are you even gay?” whispered
Kristoph.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Slight
pressure on his chin forced his face up, and he peered into Diablo’s eyes.
Kristoph saw Diablo’s dark pupils dilate with conflicting emotion,
understanding and lust. Kristoph inhaled before speaking again. “Are you?
Gay?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Yes, I
am, but even if I wasn’t, a mate is a mate. And we never forsake a mate. Do you
understand what I’m saying?” Kristoph timidly shrugged his shoulder at Diablo’s
words. “You are it for me, Dr. Kristoph Karlisle. My life mate. And no matter
how long it takes, I will prove myself to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Kristoph
watched the man’s plump lips as he spoke. A shudder passed through Kristoph’s
body at the inflection in Diablo’s voice. The man was determined to convince
him of his sincerity and tenacity of their mating. A surge of pride flowed in
Kristoph, knowing someone thought him so important. Kristoph licked his lips,
his throat dry like the Sahara as he swallowed. He needed a drink of the
lemonade but he feared moving, not wanting to break the spell.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></b><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“One of us
is a tad bit overdressed.” Kristoph sat transfixed at the beacon—Diablo’s
dick—that led the way to the bed. Brought out of his trance, Kristoph found
himself yanked to the foot of the bed by his ankles. A sharp claw protruded
from Diablo’s finger and swept up one side of his khakis and down the other,
underwear included. Clothes ripped off and naked from the waist down, Kristoph
suddenly felt very vulnerable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Diablo?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“I’m
sorry, <em><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">cariño,</span></em> but I couldn’t wait any
longer. I promise to replace the pants.” The bed dipped, Diablo’s body
surrounding his as he crab-crawled to the head of the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Shirt,
please, unless you want to lose that, too.” Kristoph whipped the polo over his
head and unceremoniously tossed it on the floor. Naked, his tan skin was a
contrast to his pale lover.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Beautiful.”
Kristoph smiled at Diablo’s compliment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Kristoph’s
flesh goose bumped as Diablo’s wicked tongue grazed across each nipple and down
his sternum to his belly button. An unmanly giggle escaped as that tongue
dipped into his belly button and swirled. Oh, to have that killer tongue on his
cock.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">He was
soon pleasantly surprised when Diablo lapped at the pre-cum pooled on the tip
of his dick.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Oh fuck,
Diablo. Please, Sir.” The honorific slipped from his lips so easily. To have a
master as special and sexy as Diablo made his heart soar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Kristoph
wanted to scream the slower Diablo licked him, suckling his balls and then
dipping his tongue into the slit of his bulbous head. Diablo repeated the
action and Kristoph searched for all the patience he could muster. He scrunched
his eyes shut and tightly grasped the sheets. Movement made him open his eyes
and he peered up, face to face with Diablo’s green eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Let’s
take the edge off, or I can guarantee once I get into your tight ass, I won’t
last long.” Kristoph shuddered, the feel of his mate’s body aligned next to
his, combining their sweat and masculinity. Moving to his side and sliding down
slightly, he lined his cock next to Diablo’s. The vampire’s large callused hand
wrapped around both their dicks. The pre-cum, which oozed from the two slits,
eased the way for the man to stroke them effortlessly—up and down, twisting the
knobs ever so slightly, catching more of the drippings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Kristoph
panted, his breath ragged and mouth agape. Moans of pleasure emanated from him
as the hunky vampire brought them close to completion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Timing the
movement of his hips with the slide of Diablo’s hand, his cock skimmed along
the velvety steel of Diablo’s dick.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Close,
Diablo, so close.” As if the man knew just what he needed, Diablo’s pinky
pressed into his slit, creating a volcanic eruption of cum. The vampire
continued to milk both of them, Diablo’s orgasm mere seconds behind. Their
combined scents and spent seed covered their bellies. Diablo’s rhythmic
circling of their cum on Kristoph’s stomach brought forth a faint smile and
chuckle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“That
was…nice.” Kristoph turned his head into the crook of Diablo’s neck and kissed
him lightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” He felt safe in the strong
sinewy arms wrapped around him like a protective covering.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“You know,
I do need pants, though, before we go downstairs to eat.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo was
a happy vampire. Light snores and wispy breaths came from the man presently
relaxed and asleep in his arms. His mate. The only thing that would make this
moment better would be if Diablo had fucked and bitten Kristoph, sealing them
together forever. Soon enough.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo
nuzzled the top of his mate’s head. The tendrils soft against his face, his
hair smelled like coconut with the underlying scent of sunshine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">His little
coquí had a beautiful body, sleek and compact. The man couldn’t be taller than
five feet seven inches. Only a slight hint of his island ancestry, his skin
radiated peaches and cream. He twirled his finger in the long shoulder-length
shaggy blond hair—streaks of chocolate brown sporadically placed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Hey.”
Kristoph’s sleep-ridden voice whispered across Diablo’s collarbone. “I must
have dozed off.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“No
worries, <em><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">cariño</span></em>, I’ll never balk at the chance
to have you in my arms. How about we wash the dried cum off and go eat. Then we
can discuss our true mating.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Perfect.”
A quick shower, a change of clothes, and now the forgotten dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo
reheated each of their plates, and they ate side by side in companionable
silence. The last <em><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">plátano</span></em> eaten, Diablo pushed his
dish aside and reached for Kristoph’s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">“When we
mate, I’ll bite you in the neck and suck your life’s blood—just enough until I
can feel you in my system, as my seed spills into you. Then I’ll bite my wrist,
and let you drink from me. We’ll feel our beings, our souls melding into one,
and then our mating is complete. My parents are life mates, and they’ve always
told me it’s an intensely satisfying and erotic experience. We’ll feel each
other wherever we are, together or apart. We’ll be able to communicate
mentally.” Diablo waited for a few seconds to allow Kristoph to take in all he
said. “Are you sure this is something you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Diablo
noticed the intensity in Kristoph’s eyes as he spoke. “Yes, Diablo, I want to
be mated to you for life. With all that it brings.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Kristoph's Freedom~ C & L Ranch #1<br />
A new series co-authored with Kalista Kyle~<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Short
Synopsis</span></b><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">: Diablo Rivera runs the C & L Ranch, passed
down through his family for centuries; the Rivera’s settled along the coast of
Virginia to breed horses for the king of Spain. Diablo loves the ranch, his
horses and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C
& L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant. Diablo is also a vampire, one
hundred and fifty years old and desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Kristoph
Karlisle is a recent graduate from University of Pennsylvania Veterinary School
and wants to work in the south preferably on a ranch, in the warmth. As a </span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">coquí</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> shifter, the heat of the south better
suits his needs. Upon graduating, Kristoph discovers the advertisement for <i>Vet Needed</i> at a Virginia ranch.
Specializing in shifter medicine, Kristoph jumps at the chance to leave the
winters of PA and head to a shifter-run ranch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">From
the moment Diablo spoke to Kristoph over the phone he sensed something about
the young man. A niggling in the back of his mind had him offering a trial run
on the ranch. After searching for many years, Diablo believes he’s met his
mate, albeit over the phone, but soon he’d meet the man in person and know for
sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Diablo’s
concern~ not the fact that they are a shifter-run ranch. Shifters exist, govern
themselves and have cooperation with the governments of the world. What
concerns Diablo is his lifestyle, a Dom in the world of BDSM and a ranch that
takes hog tying to a new level. He can only hope his mate is as open-minded as
the residents of the C & L Ranch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a Dom or husband, desired to return to the
lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand
Service, will Tiara find all that she seeks? Or will a past love interfere with
her future plans?</i><span style="color: #17365d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“You
still got it, girl.” Admiring her lithe and toned body in the full-length
mirror, she donned the silk robe left on a hook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She
folded and stowed her costume on the chair so when she returned to the bathroom
it would be readily available. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Tiara
followed the recessed lighting located in the floor to where a DM stood ramrod
straight, muscular arms crossed over his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Please </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.2in;">remember
to utilize your safewords, if necessary. Yellow to slow down and red to stop.
If at any time you feel unsettled or unsafe, this button will send a signal to
me, and I will enter immediately to stop all play. Do you understand?” The DM
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“Enjoy.”
Without a glance backwards, the imposing DM vacated the room. Stripping off her
robe, she folded and left it on a chair for later.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">The
walls of the Doctor’s Office were a pale pink with brown accents. Her eyes were
drawn to the intricate examining table with fur-lined stirrups at the base. The
table appeared to be disjointed to allow for adjustable angles. She ran her
fingers along the wardrobe cabinet, dark cherrywood sanded smooth to the touch.
A queen-size bed, also dark wood, sat in the far corner. She stood at parade
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Aries have taken over Olympus. The other Gods have one chance to free Zeus and
take his rightful place. However, in order to do so the other Gods must be
willing to sacrifice their freedom for his. They have only a short time to
accomplish this and the stones will lead the way. Twelve keys will release Zeus
from Icarus and those keys are each a mate to the chosen ones. Each obstacle is
a labor Hercules is all too familiar with.
Can they succeed before their time runs out or are they all doomed?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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his mate is a griffin and blind as well does not stop Hephaestus from pursuing
the man. When his mate Timmy discovers that Hera was behind the attack that
killed his family and there are more survivors, Hephaestus must go and help
save the others and keep Timmy alive while doing it.</i></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Timmy gently
opened to Hephaestus and Hephaestus didn't waste any time as he slipped his
tongue in and tasted his mate's warm, moist mouth. Timmy caught on quickly as
their tongues danced a dance as old as time and teeth clacked together. Hearing
Timmy hum with desire brought Hephaestus's desires to the surface even more so
than they were to start with.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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for a breath, Hephaestus took that time to quickly divest Timmy of his shirt so
he could feel skin beneath his palms. The sounds coming from Timmy were going
straight to Hephaestus's balls. Then he felt Timmy bring his hands under his
shirt with soft, timid motions, rubbing his abs and pectoral muscles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Jerking
back, Hephaestus pulled his shirt off and said, almost begging, “Touch me,
Timmy. I love the feeling of your hands running across my skin.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“How do you
have so many firm, well-defined muscles and your rough hands on my skin are
like sparks lighting my body into flames?” Timmy whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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swallowed hard as he tried to answer. “I work with my hands. I'm a blacksmith.
I make weapons with metal and fire for the Gods.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“One day I
think I would like to be touching you while you create something. I can feel
your muscles tighten and move with each stoke,” Timmy said in a breathless
voice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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pulled Timmy tighter to him, grinding his hard, weeping cock into his mate as
he growled. “You can touch me anytime, but right now I want to touch and kiss
every part of your body and then I am going to turn you over that bed, put you
on your hands and knees, and plow my shaft into your pulsing hole.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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stepped back from Timmy. When his mate made a desperate cry, Hephaestus ground
out, “Baby, I'm not going anywhere, but I need to get these clothes off right
now!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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unzipped his pants and quickly brought them down, forgetting he had his shoes
on. He would have fallen if Hephaestus had not caught him and whispered,
“Careful, Timmy. I don't want you hurting yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Timmy said, “I forgot to take off my shoes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was in Hephaestus’s voice as he said, “I want you just as desperately, mate.
Let me help you out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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knees, Hephaestus helped remove Timmy's shoes and socks and then stood back up,
about swallowing his own tongue when Timmy lowered his pants all the way and
scooted up the bed, spreading his legs and grasping his own cock in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Oh Gods,
you are sexy,” Hephaestus gasped out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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removing his clothing, Hephaestus climbed over his mate and began to kiss
Timmy's shoulders. He made his way down to his left nipple and nipped it with
his teeth, then licked away the sting. Hearing Timmy hiss with passion,
Hephaestus made his way to the other nipple and repeated his movements.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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way down to his mate’s navel, Hephaestus rolled his tongue in circles a few
times and then slid his tongue even lower.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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his legs even wider and began to raise his hips, but Heph was not about to rush
their first time. Holding Timmy's hips, he licked the inner crease next to his
man's balls then took Timmy's sac into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Heph…Heph…”
Timmy sobbed as he again tried to lift his hips, but Hephaestus held them down
as he drove his nose into his mate’s shaft smelling the glorious muskiness of
his mate as he plundered Timmy's nut sac.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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pleasures, Hephaestus slurred once more before raising up slightly and licking
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Sexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478719213772305833.post-66694015562996283162014-11-03T00:00:00.000-05:002014-11-03T00:00:24.038-05:00Fahad's confusion has him desiring more....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Want to know more about Fahad and the men of Elemental Inc. Follow the story in <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/the-legend-of-the-diamond-globe">The Legend of the Diamond Globe</a></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">Fahad lifted his hips and Adolfo slipped the sweat pants down his legs and off. They landed on the floor with a slight swoosh. His cock was suddenly engulfed by the gorgeous Latino as Adolfo swallowed it down to the root. Adolfo’s body, poised between his legs, stretched his inner thighs apart until they burned. Taken by surprise, an unmanly sound escaped from Fahad’s mouth, his body bowing off the mattress. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">Adolfo worked his cock, his tongue running up and down the large, underside vein. The small appendage of the Latino’s tongue dipped into his slit. Pre-cum dripped into the man’s mouth as Adolfo laved his cock, his tongue going to task between fucking his slit and sucking the rod.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">“That’s just the start,” Eri chimed in as he kneeled on Fahad’s left side. Fahad eyed the man with a wary look, unsure of what he was in for. He didn’t have to wait long to have Eri’s lips sucking on his left nipple while the other hand played with the right one. Eri pinched and tugged on the small nub, and the stimulation ran straight to his cock. The cock was so engorged with blood he didn’t know how Adolfo kept it in his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">“Come on, baby, lift a little for me.” Cheveyo’s voice sounded far away, although the man positioned himself to Fahad’s right. Adolfo’s hands wrapped around his hips and lifted him ever so slightly as Cheveyo placed a small pillow underneath him. The pillow elevated him to just the right height and angle. For what? Fahad thought. Ass exposed, dick in Adolfo’s mouth, and nipples tortured by Eri, Fahad didn’t have to wait long to discover the necessity of the pillow.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">A whirlwind of activity took place with Fahad as the centerpiece of action. Adolfo’s mouth never relinquished the sweet torture on his dick as the man repositioned his body to Fahad’s right, switching places with Cheveyo. Fahad’s mind endeavored to catch up with the flurry that surrounded him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">Warm air blew on his taint, and he attempted to close his legs as the large Native American’s frame prohibited the motion. Embarrassment and thrill simultaneously ran through his body, his blood aflame. No one had ever entered his rear entrance, not even Fahad himself. The most daring experimentation he ever did was a slight rub with some lotion to soften the muscle, but he had never penetrated himself. Fahad figured once he did, it would be somewhat like a virgin losing her virginity for the first time when her hymen broke. Yes, Fahad knew that sounded ridiculous, but he desired to save himself for the love of his life, his chosen destiny. In this case, three destinies.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">First he felt a warm breath, and then the unimaginable. A tongue swiped across his hole, small, cat-like licks in between warm air. Stimulation became the new game. “No, no, no,” Fahad’s voice repeated as all three men continued to work him like a violinist with her bow. “Oh Allah, please no, don’t stop.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">“Shush, <i>koji</i>, relax and let us make you feel good. This is just to take the edge off. We have all night.” Eri’s lips were red with a slight coating of saliva from sucking on Fahad’s nipple. The man continued to play with his other nipple, a simple tug went straight to Fahad’s balls. “Oh, I think a piercing or two may be in your future.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">“I can’t, please. It’s too much. I’ve never.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana;">“Then come,<i> koji</i>. Give us your release and pleasure. The first one will be the strongest and then you can relax into the sensation.” Fahad tried to understand the words that came from Eri’s slick, stained mouth, but the tug on his nipple, his cock encased in the warm moist heat of Adolfo’s mouth, and the ass play left him few brain cells to rationalize Eri’s words. He needed release but he felt almost overstimulated, just on the precipice of explosion, but unable to find what he needed to tip the scale. And then it happened. He felt a wetness enter his channel. Not a lubed finger, but something smaller and pointed. Cheveyo’s tongue. The man actually entered his nether region with his tongue. He fucked his ass, in and out, his tongue swiping in a circular motion to stimulate his passageway. It was the catalyst Fahad needed to topple him over. He lifted his hips off the bed as Adolfo held his waist, and his cock drove to the back of Adolfo’s throat.</span></div>
Sexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478719213772305833.post-84661782302845708792014-11-01T00:30:00.000-04:002014-11-01T00:30:01.936-04:00A Sexy Date Night ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">This week’s theme is a sexy date night. We all know what a sexy date night is. Everyone has had that wonderfully sexy man ask us out and just knew it was going to be a very special time. More recently, we’re heard the words date night spoken of with reverence as parents take a night away from their children. No matter what your concept of date night may be, we’d love to hear all about that wonderful evening.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Three fierce warriors are hired to search for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud, and Adolfo Martino—mercenaries for hire, tired and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help: little does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he treasures.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">[Ménage and More: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/M, with paranormal elements, HEA]</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Three fierce warriors are hired to search for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud, and Adolfo Martino—mercenaries for hire, tired and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help: little does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he treasures.</span></div>
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<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Lynley Wayne - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://www.lynleywayne.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Tara Lain - ebook copy of <a href="http://taralain.com/books/long-pass-chronicles/outing-quarterback/" target="_blank">OUTING THE QUARTERBACK</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">BLMorticia - $5GC from Amazon and an ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Type-Thing-Metalerotique-Book-ebook/dp/B00KO5FQRI/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1410836098&sr=8-4&keywords=sex+type+thing" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Allison Cassatta - ebook copy of <a href="http://www.allisoncassatta.com/dream_til_monday.html" target="_blank">DREAM 'TIL <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1002230744" style="border: none !important; cursor: inherit !important; position: static !important; top: -2px; z-index: auto !important;"><span class="aQJ" style="border: none !important; cursor: inherit !important; position: static !important; top: 2px; z-index: auto !important;">MONDAY</span></span></a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Evelise Archer - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://evelisearcher.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Evelise Archer - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://evelisearcher.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">L.M. Brown - print copy of <a href="https://www.totallybound.com/between-heaven--hell" target="_blank">BETWEEN HEAVEN & HELL</a> (the author will ship internationally)</span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sloan Parker - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://www.sloanparker.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Jambrea Jo Jones - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://jambrea.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">S.J. Frost - ebook copy of winner's choice from <a href="http://www.sjfrost.com/" target="_blank">backlist</a></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Coming Soon from Siren Publishing</i></span><br />
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<i>Three fierce warriors are hired to search
for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers
for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud and Adolfo
Martino - Mercenaries for hire, tired
and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last
mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the
business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help; little
does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he
treasures.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>What happens when you mix an eagle, whale
and wolf with a sleek panther? Can true happiness be found and what power does
the diamond globe truly hold? Is wealth found in a bank account or is true
wealth found in the heart?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
Sexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478719213772305833.post-81818513884703723932014-09-02T06:29:00.001-04:002014-09-16T18:41:02.668-04:00Work in Progress~ Still Untitled<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“How exciting. A masquerade ball.” Tiara yanked,
unlady-like, the zipper on the garment bag, surmising it contained a costume.
Separating the two sides, she unveiled what appeared to be some sort of slave
costume. The note attached to the costume read, Princess Leia. One of her
favorite movies of her youth was </span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Star
Wars</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">. She’d seen it thirteen times the summer of its release, with…Her
thoughts strayed and she snickered at how it be near impossible to see the same
movie more than once today, the exorbitant amount theaters charged.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Lordy, if I’m Princess Leia, I hope my date is Hans
Solo and not Jabba the Hut.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Since </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">the party didn’t expect arrivals until nine
thirty, Tiara had plenty of time to indulge herself and take a soak. Divesting
herself of her blouse and skirt, she strode to the bathroom and gasped when she
feasted her eyes upon the sunken marble Grecian tub. After the day she
experienced yesterday, at her favorite Tampa spa, a soak sounded heavenly.
She’d gone to the spa to primp and pamper before her upcoming weekend. Always
one to follow the rules, Tiara succumbed to a wax treatment, removing all anal
hair and vaginal, except for a slivered silver-blue hued stripe down the center
of her pussy. She was tweezed, trimmed, and well-oiled, her skin and hair
radiated, properly groomed. If reentering the world of BDSM was on the table, then
by gods, she’d do it in style and looking damn good.</span></div>
Sexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478719213772305833.post-37782090454454959252014-08-04T08:24:00.001-04:002014-09-16T18:42:28.237-04:00Coming Soon~ The Legend of the Diamond GlobeI'm very excited to announce that I just signed a contract with Siren for<br />
The Legend of the Diamond Globe~ Release date October 2014.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikyP3LnK7FPND12fKWCk6-bjV0vSvvD4O52qbIMhadz3O-3avYenBJ4tM0DFy6bBnSGSvU7b10E4pU2Nj69mwDAiAiR3uzlH_y0j7C26PWxVev7A77FizC6UZy-CGce977u8VXZMWlfE/s1600/Cover+Coming+Soon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikyP3LnK7FPND12fKWCk6-bjV0vSvvD4O52qbIMhadz3O-3avYenBJ4tM0DFy6bBnSGSvU7b10E4pU2Nj69mwDAiAiR3uzlH_y0j7C26PWxVev7A77FizC6UZy-CGce977u8VXZMWlfE/s1600/Cover+Coming+Soon.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Three fierce warriors are hired to search
for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers
for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud and Adolfo
Martino - Mercenaries for hire, tired
and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last
mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the
business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help; little
does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he
treasures.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What happens when you mix an eagle, whale
and wolf with a sleek panther? Can true happiness be found and what power does
the diamond globe truly hold? Is wealth found in a bank account or is true
wealth found in the heart?</span><i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
Sexy Erotic Xcitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820061834751746585noreply@blogger.com0