by Rebecca Brochu
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
BLURB: Jacob Stine, one of the owners of the town’s bakery, has wanted Race Carroway since the moment they first met much to the amusement of his best friend Kyle. Despite the obvious tension between them he’s always assumed that the hunky mechanic would never be interested in him. Jacob’s contented himself with admiring Race from a distance until the day he’s forced to call him for help.
When the encounter turns steamy and then ends with Race running off without an explanation Jacob is torn between hurt and confusion. He has to make the decision between finally moving on and trusting Race with one more chance. Will the baker have what it takes to get his man?
Contains M/M sex
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
The wet heat of his mouth was almost torturous, and Jacob scrambled to find something to hold on to. His hands skated over the top of Race’s buzzed hair for a moment before he forced them away to claw at the wood behind him. Race reached up and grabbed one of Jacob’s hands, placing it on the back of his own head and pressing in silent permission.
Jacob felt his heart skip a beat, but then it was back to racing hard and fast in his chest as he cupped the back of Race’s head in his palm and gave a short, shallow thrust of his hips. Race hummed low in his throat, and the vibration sent chills down Jacob’s spine. He pushed forward harder, forced his cock farther down Race’s throat. Race swallowed, and Jacob couldn’t help himself after that.
His free hand went up to clutch at his own hair as he used the other to maneuver Race on his cock. One minute he pressed in deep, could feel the heat of Race’s breath on his hair and his tongue lapping at his base, and then he would pull him back, let him suckle at the head for a second before doing it all over again. Jacob was intoxicated by the very idea of having Race, strong muscular Race, even a tiny bit under his control, even when it was painfully obvious that Race allowed it to happen.
He’d been so on edge around Race for so long that he knew he wasn’t going to last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Race sucked him hard and fast and then soft and slow. Not with the way Race took him deep and hummed around his shaft, only to pull back and lave the head of his cock with his tongue. Jacob could feel it building, could feel his balls drawing up and tightening, and the hand on the back of Race’s head moved to his shoulder to push frantically in warning.
Race’s mouth came off of his cock with an obscene noise and then his hands were in its place, trailing up and down his shaft, stroking him fast and confident as his thumb flirted with his slit.
“Come on, Jacob. Want to see you. Been wanting to see you for months.” Race practically crooned at him, and the sight of him there, normally taciturn and dour-looking Race on his knees, eyes blown wide from desire and lips red from sucking his cock, was too much for Jacob. His eyes slammed closed of their own accord, and he felt the orgasm punch its way through his body as he spilled over the tight circle of Race’s finger while Race continued to croon at him almost sweetly.
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Blurb: When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister Lana he fully expects to have a miserable time. What he doesn’t know is that Lana has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves. Peter’s the town’s librarian and the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children. The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.
After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts. When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss Nick has to make a choice. Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter? Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?
***NOTE: The teaser below contains ADULT content not suitable for those under the age of 18. This is an excerpt from an EROTIC work. If you are offended by erotic fiction, please do not read further***
He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin. Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly. Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.
Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him. Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it. He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking. He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.
He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover. Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole. The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly. Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.
He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat. Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
“Nick. Nick, please, please I’m ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me. Come on, come on, come on!” Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
“Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.” Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.
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Author: Rebecca Brochu
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Paranormal Erotic Romance
Keywords: Paranormal, M/M Romance, Erotic, Shifters
Release Date: October 20, 2012
Darin Brightmore is a nurse who runs to escape the stress of his job. He’s unprepared when a routine trip down a local hiking trail lands him in the arms of a sexy stranger. Darin is instantly drawn to the charming Raylan and is disappointed when their encounter is cut short. Shortly after the encounter his life takes a turn for the strange.
Raylan Loup is a werewolf who is beyond pleasantly surprised when he stumbles across the enticing Darin one late afternoon. Determined to claim the quirky nurse as his own Raylan sets out to win Darin over. Unfortunately the appearance of a Huntsman dead set on putting Raylan down turns what should have been a routine courtship into a battleground.
Can Darin accept all of the danger that comes with being Raylan’s mate or will he wish he never let the wolf at the door into his heart?
Raylan presses their joined hands to Darin’s stomach, and his other arm comes up to wrap around his chest so that his hand is hooked around the curve of Darin’s opposite shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Darin isn’t ashamed of the way his stomach clenches and his cock goes hard and long in his loose fitting pants. Not when he can feel every inch of Raylan against him and he knows that the werewolf is just as affected. Raylan dips his head and nudges Darin’s to the side so that he can run his nose along the length of his throat.
“You have no idea what it did to me to have you ask for something. What it did to the wolf to have you participate, even unknowingly, in the gifting. It took all the control I had left not to come for you then. Not to push my way into your life and take and take until there was no part of you I hadn’t touched, no part I hadn’t tasted. No part of you that wasn’t completely mixed with a part of me.” Raylan’s teeth close over the tender flesh of Darin’s neck, and he whimpers, hips bucking up and fingers tightening around Raylan’s hand.
Raylan doesn’t stop. He just tightens his hold on Darin’s shoulder, squeezes his hand in return, and grinds the long arch of his cock against Darin’s ass. When he finally pulls away, Darin is breathless and knows that he’s going to have one hell of a mark. It makes something inside of him sit up and whine, makes him want to beg Raylan to do it over and over again, to mark him from head to toe.
“It got worse when I had to leave, when the Huntsman was so hard on my trail I had to disappear for a while to try to make it seem like I’d moved on. I was two states away and the wolf would take over, would drag me almost halfway here before I could take control back enough to turn around.” Raylan whispers the words into Darin’s ear.
“I-I don’t understand. Why would the wolf drag you back here when there’s danger?” Darin does his best to keep his voice even, but he knows he’s failing, can feel the tremors that are wracking his body and the way his heart’s beating fast enough to burst.
“Because it wants you, too, just as bad as I do, and it didn’t like being away from you, being unable to protect you. And then last night when you helped me, when you treated the wound, put me in your bed and then slipped in beside me like a true mate would, I couldn’t help but move things forward to the next step.”
Darin remembers the hot press and glide of bodies and hands, the thick heat of Raylan pressed against him and the tight ring of his fingers as he wrung Darin’s orgasm out of him. He has a fairly good idea of what the third step is. He can vaguely remember Raylan rubbing his back, the warm dampness of his hand and the way his skin had been sticky and itchy this morning. His dawning awareness must show somehow because Raylan’s laughing again, a dark husky chuckle that sends puffs of warm air across the mark on Darin’s neck.
“Hmm, I enjoyed it, too, enjoyed rubbing my scent onto you and yours onto me, enjoyed the thought of you lying there asleep, so trusting and smelling of our sex. It’s a sign that you’re mine, that you belong to me and that I’m going to mate you. If another wolf got anywhere near you they’d know right away that you were taken. It’s still a struggle not to bend you over this counter and take you, to hold back and not fuck you right here in this kitchen until you can’t move, can’t think, without feeling me inside of you. The scenting helps, even though the fact that it’s faded a bit because of your shower is slowly driving me crazy. I want to be so deep inside your skin that you’ll never wash me off.”
Raylan untangles their fingers, and his now free hand skims its way beneath Darin’s too large shirt, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his pants. His fingers caress the arch of Darin’s cock, finding the little wet spot on the fabric that’s proof of just how affected Darin is and worrying it with a nail.
“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fix that problem right now.”