*New Release* Protecting His Alien Mate #SFR #GLBTQ #mpreg by Clare Dargin

 

Protecting His Alien Mate

 

Genre:

erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy

 

Blurb:

 

Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He’s a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.

 

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.

 

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won’t stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher’s heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

 

 

Excerpt: 

 

“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

 

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

 

“Take everything off, pet.”

 

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don’t see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

 

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

 

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

 

Damian chuckled. His little mate’s cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

 

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

 

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

 

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

 

“I didn’t think you were actually going to do anything.”

 

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

 

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

 

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

 

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

 

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

 

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

 

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

 

“You need to pick a safe word. It’s a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

 

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

 

“What is it?”

 

“Velvet.”

 

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

 

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

 

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

 

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

 

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

 

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher’s back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher’s ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

 

Buy Link:

 

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Protecting-Alien-Mate-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B079Q2PJ3D

 

 

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At #christmas time one needs a sexy sweet Matzo Ball story to balance things out #lgbtq

Yes, we do have a Christmas time story in Sexy to Go Gay  Romance. It’s not so much a Christmas story as a Jewish story, thus the title. But Matzo Ball by Avery Duran shouldn’t be ignored on the basis of which faith you prefer. It’s a pretty fun read either way!

 

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Excerpt: Matzo Ball Soup by Avery Duran

I walked toward the hot bartender, wondering exactly what he wanted from me. He gestured for me to follow him. His long legs moved quickly, but I didn’t mind walking behind him since it meant I could watch that tight ass move in his clinging pants. The rest of him was just as sexy as I had expected, broad shoulders tapering down into a small waist that emphasized his perfect rear. He was a little taller than I, which would make him just over six feet. We walked through a door marked “Employees only” and down a long, winding hallway. I suppressed the voice in my head reminding me this was a set-up for an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.
Finally, some sense of self-preservation emerged and I asked him, “Where are we going?”

He turned around, smiled at me, and leaned against the wall. “Here is good.”

I looked around the barren hallway, “But…what am I helping you with?”

“It’s actually more of what I helped you with.”

I was stumped. I mean, the guy was hot as hell, but I was starting to feel as if I’d fallen down the rabbit hole. I really hoped he wasn’t going to try to sell me something, or rope me into a get-rich-quick scheme. The time for me to make my escape had definitely come. Pity such hotness was going to waste. “Look, buddy, I appreciate whatever you
mean to do, but I’m meeting a friend and should get going.”

He started to laugh and I froze—seriously, I could not move. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled up at the corners and his whole face lit up; I had never seen anything more mesmerizing.

He put his hand out. “Wait a minute, was I reading you wrong? Because seriously, I did NOT think you were interested in giving that woman her dream of two-point-five kids and a white picket fence.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “C’mon, we can go back.”

“No!” I yelled, probably a little too enthusiastically. “L-Let’s not go back.”

“Well, I have to go back if I want to get paid, but I can get you out the back door—for a price.”

“What’s the price?”

One side of his mouth kicked up. “Your number and a kiss.”

I was stunned; this walking dream wanted to kiss me? Mr. Bland? I started looking around the hall.

“What are you looking for?”

“The cameras. This must be some sort of reality show.”

His smile widened and he stepped closer to me. “No hidden cameras. I just saw one of my own needing some rescuing and I really wanted to be the one to do it.”

“You mean a fellow Jew?”

He put his hand to my cheek. “Well, that too.”

As his face got closer to mine, I took in a quick breath. He nipped my bottom lip and I opened for him; his soft mouth felt amazing against mine. His hands stayed on my face, holding me in place. As his tongue rubbed over mine, I brought my hands up into his hair and scratched my fingers along his closely-shorn head. He pulled back and nuzzled along the side of my mouth and chin. He stepped closer and his arms dropped around my shoulders, gripping them tightly. I kissed him back and when he groaned, I felt the vibration moving through my chest.

He started to slow down, not letting go of me, but pulling away from my mouth and looking deeply into my eyes. My heart pounded and my dick throbbed. I wanted so much more with this man. I moved closer to—holy shit, I don’t know his name! Reality hit me like a bucket of cold water. I just made out with a stranger in the hallway.

I think he saw the panic start to emerge on my face. “Hey, don’t freak out.”

“I’m not freaking out.” I lied.

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Traveling for the #holidays? Take this Rainbow Award winning #lesbian anthology along for the ride #glbt

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2017 Rainbow Award Honorable Mention Winner! 

Discover the many facets of romantic relationships as authors in volume one of, A Heart Well Traveled, unravel the trials and tribulations of long distance love affairs.

Each author, with their own unique style of storytelling, will leave the reader begging for more. Go from wild rides to gentle love stories, exploring the twists and turns lovers go through as they work to be together despite the distance between them.

Explore bonds beyond friendship, chance meetings, family drama, gender complexity, longstanding love and unexpected passion as lovers seek their happily ever after.

A Heart Well Traveled is a collection of short stories where women who love woman share the joys and challenges of long distance relationships.

Can love really conquer all?

 

***  my story is title Man-Trapped Madeline and it’s about a rural butch veterinarian who gets caught unprepared when her girlfriend announces she wants a baby.

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“I’ll miss you.” I stood in the kitchen with my arms around Chloe, holding her as I always did, until the very last minute before she had to go catch her plane back to the big city. Never one for goodbyes, our relationship ironically seemed built around them. Like a butterfly, Chloe was always leaving and coming, arriving and departing. She and I had just shared two long weeks of bliss here in my rustic-but-modernly appointed home, and I was reticent to let her go, more so this time than ever before. Yet I refused to spoil our parting by starting another, move to the small town, argument.

She pulled back from my embrace. “I’ll miss you, too. But you know I have to get back to work. Got bills to pay.”

Knowing she did didn’t make parting any easier. In my opinion, it made it worse. The same questions always floated to the top of my mind. Why couldn’t she stay here with me permanently in Butte, Montana? Why did it always seem easier for her to leave?

Worry niggled at me. Did she have another lover stowed in Cincinnati? Had she lied to me and was really married? Sighing, I gazed down into her mink brown eyes searching for answers.

Chloe stiffened in my arms. “What? What is it?”

She shook her head and stepped out of my arms entirely, spinning around so I couldn’t see her face.

I took two steps toward her trying to keep the alarm out of my voice. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

She whirled and flashed me a smile, but her eyes radiated worry. “There’s something I’m going to do when I get home that I haven’t told you about … yet.”

I scratched my short-trimmed dark hair and prayed for patience, but unease quickly settled into the middle of my chest. It wasn’t like her to keep secrets from me, at least not that I knew of. I sure didn’t have any secrets from her. What she saw was what she got—a stocky mid-thirties rural veterinarian butch living in a comfortable, modernized cabin, who was ragingly in lust with her.

“All right. Is it about your job?”

She shook her head, swishing the cascade of blonde curls around her shoulders. The hair always made her appear young and innocent, but I wasn’t quite buying it.

The worst-case scenario popped into my mind. “Are you … leaving me?”

She came forward and took my hand. “No, silly. But I have made a decision you might not like.”

Oh boy. I was too afraid to ask, so I remained silent, waiting.

She must have gathered her courage from somewhere deep within and found enough of it because her head lifted and her chin came up. “I want a baby.”

 

*** out now from Sapphire Press and available on Amazon. Happy Traveling!

Eva