Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.
Indian male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.
Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.
Stomach churning and in need of a drink, he stared at his reflection in the mirrored elevator walls and wondered for the billionth time if he’d picked the right shirt. Mostly white, with a small blue check pattern, it seemed to him to peg him as American, as did the navy khakis. Everyone around him wore clothing made from lighter, flimsier material that flowed when they moved. He looked stiff by comparison. Out of place.
Exiting the elevator, he walked to the end of the hallway and turned right. He paused at the first door and read the number—751. His room must be down the hall. A sharp cry of distress tore his gaze toward the source. Four or five rooms down, a man dressed in dark clothes and sunglasses used his foot to prevent a door from closing as he shouted in what Thomas thought must be Hindi. He didn’t speak the language, but tensed anyway at the violent tone.
Out of the blue, the man turned his head toward Thomas and shot him a sinister look.
Thomas immediately recognized the look from too many run-ins with banana republic bodyguards and stiffened. Callous bastards are the same the world over. But he’s none of my business. I’m only here for my date. He focused his gaze once more on the suite numbers and kept moving. Seconds later, the awful truth became clear. Damn. He’s outside room 759. What does he want with my date? If he’s my date, I’m out of here.
All senses on high alert, he stopped at the floor-to-ceiling picture window at the end of the hall, pretending to take in the view. A long row of glass-and-steel hotels glittered like diamonds in the night. But poverty lay beyond them and went on for miles. In the reflection, he watched the jerk outside 759 push against the door. Hands deep in his pockets, muscles tense, Thomas wished he had a gun. That’s the only thing guys like him understand.
The argument grew louder, both voices rising. Finally, a screech of pain split the air. Thomas whirled and bolted, all pretense he needn’t become involved instantly gone. Guilt and panic drove him toward the sound like a magnet, shooing away his training, his experience, and his better judgment like flies. The harasser turned, eyes wide, seconds before Thomas slammed into him.
Size-wise, Thomas had the advantage but he had no illusions size would settle the argument. The slick-suited man he’d nearly toppled regained his footing quick as a cat and came at him with the violent grace of a street fighter. One hand disappeared inside his jacket and came back out.
Thomas caught the flash of a knife and pulled back, but not in time.
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After The Fire by Felice Stevens
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A single bullet destroyed the dreams of Dr. Jordan Peterson. With his lover dead, Jordan descends into an endless spiral of self-destruction that nearly costs him his friends, his career, and his life. When Jordan finds himself working closely with the aloof Lucas Conover, the investment banker’s mysterious past and unexpected kindness shocks him back into a life and emotions he’d thought lost forever.
The betrayal by the foster brother he’d worshiped taught Lucas Conover never to trust or believe in anyone. Living a solitary life couldn’t free him of the nightmare of his former life; it reinforced his belief that he would never fall in love. When the death of one of his clients forces him to work closely with Dr. Jordan Peterson, he meets a person whose suffering exceeds his own. Though Jordan rejects his effort to help, something within Luke pushes him discover more about the first man to ever get under his skin.
As Luke lets down his guard and Jordan lets go of his pain, desire takes control. Each man must come to terms with past struggles if they are to create a future together. And learning to trust in themselves and love again after tragedy and a lifetime of pain may be the only thing that saves them in the end.
“It’s only been nine months. God almighty, did you expect me to forget him already?” Horrified, Jordan swept his hand across the table, sending the empty bottles and food containers crashing to the floor. “Keith and I were together for almost four years. You haven’t even been with Ash a year; could you forget him so easily? Stop pressuring me to move on with my life. It’s over for me. There will never be anyone else.”
“So you plan on drinking yourself into an early grave, losing your job and quite possibly your friends along the way?” Drew placed a hand on his arm. “I don’t think Keith would expect you to mourn him forever.”
“I didn’t expect to have to mourn him at all. He was supposed to be here, with me.” The tears, always threatening below the surface, spilled over, coursing hot and fierce down his cheeks. It seemed he hadn’t stopped crying since Keith had been murdered. “I can’t get past it. No matter what I do, he’s always there with me, and I can’t let him go.” All the fight and anger left him deflated like a balloon several days after a party. An ineffable weariness stole through him, and he laid his head on his arms on top of the table. “Go home, you two. Leave me alone.”
Without a word, Ash found the broom and dustpan and began to clean up the broken glass while Drew remained seated next to Jordan at the table.
“Look, I understand what you’re feeling. But destroying yourself isn’t going to bring him back. We know you miss him.”
“You don’t understand.” Jordan shook off Drew’s attempt to comfort him. “I’m beginning to forget him. Not only his voice but also the way his arms held me. The way the sound of his breathing calmed me so I could fall asleep every night.” His breath caught in his throat, and a shudder racked his body.
Jordan couldn’t reveal the worst—that he could no longer recall the press of Keith’s lips on his or the sweet sweep of Keith’s tongue in his mouth. The warmth and smoothness of Keith’s skin, once as familiar as Jordan’s own, had begun fading to a cold and distant memory. Sometimes he’d sit in bed late at night and play his voicemail messages simply to hear Keith’s voice. How fucking disloyal a love was he? It had only been nine months, yet Keith’s touch, something he’d longed for every day of his life and sworn he’d never forget, had slipped away like fog in the summer wind. Gentle and swift, leaving no trace behind that it had ever existed.
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I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, My characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love, but getting there is oh so fun and oh so sexy.
I live in New York City with my husband and two children. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass (or two of red wine). I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there are bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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Noisy Neighbor by Jocelyn Dex
When Ali confronts her noisy neighbor, tensions rise and things get heated…
Mergers & Acquisitions by Sorcha Mowbray
When a business man can’t get his sexy acquisitions specialist out of his head, he must have her in his bed and at his mercy. Can she let go of her hard won power long enough to relax and give him the control he craves?
Clockwork Dom by Shiloh Saddler
A lost succubus arrives in an incubus’s den who has a taste for pain and discovers his mechanical and steam powered playroom. If she is to feast upon the sexual essence of the humans in his stable she must play along too.
The First Time by Daisy Banks
Pam discovers all her hopes of happiness may come true as long as she can live with what she’s asked for. Mike’s has plans for their future if things work out right. This is his woman, his one, and she’s asked him for everything he’s longed to give her.
Deep Sleep by Eva Lefoy
Fresh from her visit to Utai, human explorer and thrill-seeker, Prishka, boards an intergalactic shuttle bound for Talu Prime. Though she’ll spend much of the 16-month voyage in stasis, a sexy telepathic passenger promises her Deep Sleep will be anything but boring…
Just Desserts by Tara Quan
After messing up in a big way, Allison Chen attempts to bribe her lover with a box of cupcakes. Felicity has a far more delicious form of restitution in mind—one involving a crop, camera, and vibrating toy.
Double Trouble by Louisa Bacio
Rumor Wasted and Bomb’Shell Blue enjoy some hardcore competition on the Roller Derby track, but when the rivalry goes too far, one of these high-flying athletes will lose more than the match.
The Naughty Secretary by Landra Graf
Benji had Friday night plans with his Dom, until his boss made him work late. So what happens when the Dom shows up at the office? All manner of naughty things.
Teaching Thomas by Shiloh Saddler
Born sickly, Thomas led a sheltered life. One fateful day Yankees burn his mansion, he is cursed, and all the slaves leave except for the blacksmith. The blacksmith wants to help him become a stronger man. Can he endure the painful lessons or will he break?
Excerpt: The Naughty Secretary by Landra Graf
“Face the front of the chair toward the window. Then strip.” Typically Kim liked to remove his clothes for him. Something about touching his body, driving his arousal to a fever pitch, but tonight he was being punished.
“No touching tonight?”
“I’m not feeling generous, no,” his Dom replied removing his jacket and laying it across Benji’s desk.
Once Benji’s clothes were off, he climbed into the chair and watched. He liked to watch, almost as much as he liked to partake. Little details heightened his anticipation, made him not as good at being a sub, but so far he’d never had the urge to turn the tables. Being a dominant required the desire to give pleasure; Benji enjoyed taking it far too much.
Kim rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, the movement revealing more of his black arm hair. The action made him look like a gangster, someone dangerous. Benji found himself more eager than normal. The tension in the air, the wave of electricity signaled something devious. Damn, if it wouldn’t happen now.
Kim faced away from him, messing with something in his suitcase once more. When he turned, metal gleamed in his hand, thanks to the reflecting light from Benji’s desk lamp. “I found this in a shop in Cali; a little hole-in-the-wall naughty store where people can get their rocks off watching pornos in booths.”
His Dom unearthed a bottle of lube from his trouser pockets and stalked over to the chair. The end of the hook, an eight-inch piece of metal angled and designed to insert into a hole, brushed his cheek, the two inch diameter ball at the end cool and cold to the touch. To the naked eye, someone could’ve mistaken this for a vibrator with a curved end, but Benji couldn’t see any place for batteries. Lord, did he wish they were at his place or Kim’s; anywhere with full access to all their toys and ropes.
“When I looked at it, I knew its perfect place was in your ass.” Kim circled around him, opening the bottle of lube as he went. The first drops that hit his lower back were cold and trailed a tingling path between his cheeks and around his anus. As the liquid traveled lower, he realized the chair would suffer for this.
“Can you put my shirt down over the chair?”
Kim chuckled. “I don’t think so. Whatever consequences you suffer for tonight you deserve them. In fact, I’ll be sad I won’t get to see the cleaning crew’s faces when they look at this chair after we’re done with it.”
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