I got your unedited WIP’s right here! *g* A Murder of Crows….

Wanna peak at some homeless unedited WIP’s? WEll… here you go! LOL

From A Murder of Crows: Damus… *g*
“You want me to get to my father, yes?” Damus tilted his head as he stared down at the man who had tried to murder him and Arden.
“We’re going to kill that bastard,” the man hissed, on his knees but not defiant. As soon as that coward comes out of hiding—“
“You court death, yes?” His black eyes were taking on a reddish cast and Arden felt her eyes widen, her heart race as the sound of her hard frightened breathing filled the room.
“Fuck you,” the man roared, turning to Arden. “Bitch—“
“I—I-“ Arden stammered
“Yes, you attack at the seat of our power, you attempt to draw the leader to defend his subordinates and you failed.”
“Your time is coming,” he hissed. “You and your kind will—“
Blam
The sound of the pullet echoed in the room, slightly louder than the spatter of brain matter and blood hitting the cold marble and the frightened shriek that Arden could not control.
“You—you killed him.”
She stared at Damus with new eyes, frightened of the man as she had never been before. He was not just some young crazy out to have a good time. He was s stone cold killer.
She stared at him, his head still tilted to the side as he watched his enemies blood thickly coat his floors, showing no emotion other than an odd curiosity.
“Hmm,” he nodded to himself before a familiar smile spread across his face. “They always die so easily,” then he turned to her with s shrug. “Nice gun—“
Y—you killed him.”“Why yes I did, Arden” He nodded at her before he added, “I killed him hard. That is why half his head is on the floor and his blood is very rapidly covering the ballroom floor.”
“I—I’m going to be sick—“ Arden felt herself gag as the smell of blood and human waste settled around her. Her heart was pounding and a cold sweat broke out over her body. She was trembling and could not stop it as she watched Damus toss the tip on top of the body and walk towards her.
“Arden—““You killed him!” she breathed slower, managing to hold down her stomach a gore continued to spread across the room. He could not stop her eyes from traveling to him and then back to Damus.
“Yes, but he was bad, Arden. He was going to kill us first.”
“He—“
“Did you think this was some kind of game, Arden?” he asked, tilting his head toe the side in that bird like manner he held, his black eyes flat and intent on her face. “I told you that I was a killer. I told you that I am ruthless when t comes to protecting what is mine. I told you that there could be no comprise when my life and the lives of those I love are at stake.”
“But-but but you had him,” she protested weakly, unable to rise up off the floor to confront him face to face. “He was unarmed—defenseless—“
“He was never defenseless, Arden. His very nature was a threat to my existence, to your existence, to the existence of my father and my brothers, of all that I hold dear. And no he is no longer a problem.”
“They are not even here!” she found herself shouting as her shock gave way to anger and fear. “They are not here and you killed him!”
“Or he would have killed us Arden. Do you think that this is a game? Do you think he would have walked out, shook hands with us and peaceably returned to his home? Maybe come back later for tea and crumpet with my father, yes? “ He straightened his head and stared at her coldly. “No, Arden. He would have slit your throat the moment my back was turned or he would have returned to his people and told of my weakness… you. And they would have come for you Arden. With knives and guns, and weapons that you have never imagined in your human mind. Hey would have come for you and they would have taken you and what they would have done to you. Arden..” he sadly shook his head.
“You don’t know that-““I know, yes, because that is what they did to my mother.”
Her mouth shut with a snap.
“”Yes, those same people, Arden. They would have done things to you that would make you beg for death. And they would be sure to return your remains to us so that we could experience the last moments of your life.”
Arden felt the truth of his words and again her stomach turned. “I’m going to be sick—“
“Then my all means, do it here,” he encouraged with a nod. “My vultures have to come for the body and I am quite sure a little vomit will not turn them from their duties here and tomorrow the ballroom will be as pristine as ever, yes?”

before end chapter circumstance before they take Arden
“You can’t buy me, Damus. I am not for sale.” The tossed the bolt of silk to the bed, her eyes transmitting ager better than any words of body language could. “Not for your silks or your jewels… My loyalty goes to those who deserve it.”
“My father once told me to treat any woman I take to my bed as my queen, yes?”
She stared at him as she thought back to all that she has been through—her life being threatened, the man getting his brains blown out, how her friend was warning her about these people and their shady business—It was all too much.
“Then I abdicate the throne.”
Her words stole his breath and left him standing there wide eyed as the fading echoes of the slamming door punctuated her departure.

1 

Oh Man do I have Love for Loose Id….

One of my first books with Loose id… *g* Remember, Liger? Sigh! I love my tattooed cat people…
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Something was wrong with her. She knew not what it was, but it was clawing at her, making her want to scratch at her arms and howl at the moon.

There was a tingling — no, more of an ache — in the pit of her stomach that seemed to grow and intensify as her scant clothing pressed against her skin. It was an itchy feeling, a feeling that was growing every second, gnawing at her and making her ache for something she could not name or understand.

After he had been taken away, she’d had to fight with everything in her not to attack the handlers and drag him back where he belonged.

In her arms.

She fought against the urge to squeal and screech and howl as she was taken away from him to the bathing room and given a rough scrubbing to remove the male’s filth from her skin, her ornaments taken away and her scant clothing removed. Now, she sat in the large, warm area they’d set aside for her … waiting.

They had said they would bring him back to her, that he was on his way, but the knowledge just made the ache worse, made it turn into a dull pain, an aching pain that was slowly taking over her mind.

Her clipped claws dug at the soft dirt on the fragrant ground and she realized she was in the conservatory. The lush, earthy smell of the place only made her wish to run free, to climb trees, to scream wildly, and made the urge to force him to come to her even stronger. It was her right to be wild and free, and this need would have it no other way, would be satisfied with nothing less.

But for now, she curled up in a small ball, as deep in the trees as she could get, and waited. She wanted to be alone, alone except for him. For him, she was waiting, was biding her time, was longing and pining, and a lot of other things she could not understand or explain.

Her eyes were glassy and she felt almost drugged, a lethargy taking over her naked body that only made the ache all the more apparent. As she heard the first squeaks of the doors being opened, her heart lurched in her chest and her eyes sought out the opening, looking for him.

It made her grow wet, there, between her legs, where the swelling was the worst. Her breasts ached, her nipples hard buttons that begged for something that she could not give. Whimpering, she gently cupped each one, lifting it to take away the weight, to attempt to sooth the gnawing ache.

It was not helping.

But that was the first sight He-o saw as he was pushed into the area, the handlers quickly retreating as they dropped his restraints and slammed the door closed.

She looked up, confusion in her eyes as she stared at the male.

The reactions of her body, on the other hand, were anything but confused. His approach was met with a gush of wetness and an almost painful throbbing in her groin. She whimpered as her body crouched low, her hard nipples crushing against the leaf-covered ground. Her tail lashed hypnotically, rolling gently from side to side, drawing and holding his attention.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he purred as he dropped to his knees, carefully crawling toward her.

Please! Her mental voice sounded both eager and scared as her rear lifted into the air, the heady, musky scent of her filling his nostrils.

“Soon,” he purred low in his throat as he began to circle her.

Her body was a thing of beauty, not at all what he was used to — softer, but very feminine. Her soft, glowing golden eyes met his, a plea and a demand in them as she sniffed the air, marking his arousal for her and keeping him within her sight.

She might be in heat, but that was when a female was both most vulnerable and most dangerous. And, for a woman who contained the powers he felt she had, more desirable.

Her eyes followed him, marked his every move even as her whimpering increased. As her ass lifted further into the submissive offering position, he could see the sweetly swollen lips of her sex dripping with her need, almost pulsing in her want. Yet he still held back, knowing that any female needed more.

I offer you me, she purred, watching him as he circled her. I offer you everything that I am.

“You offer me much, female,” he returned. “Yet you have not offered me your name.”

What good is a name? I am in agony! You said you would fix this. Fix it!

“Demanding creature,” he chuckled as he moved in and finally nuzzled at her neck.

Ohh! she managed as a shaft of pure desire flowed through her belly and forced her knees to shake. Please!

He moved to carefully hover over her, nuzzling aside her long, silver-blond hair and licking his rough tongue over the sensitive skin of her neck.

Then, just as suddenly, she lashed out at him, a low hiss his only warning. She struck blindly, instincts taking over, as she began to fight him, forcing him to defend himself and prove his worth.

He hissed, arching back and barely avoiding the brush of her blunted nails. They might not be sharp, but at this level of closeness, she could tear out an eye or smash in his sensitive nose. His ears lowered tightly against his head as he growled, fire flying to his cock and pushing it from the sheath that housed him.

His female was fiery and tempestuous. Good. No one liked a tame ride, and from the way her body writhed beneath his, this ride would be most enjoyable.

Liger (Pride Talon 1)

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Title: Liger Series: Pride Talon, Book 1 Publisher: Loose Id ISBN: 1-59632-027-3 Genre: Futuristic Now Available Loose Id ‖ ARe ‖ Kindle ‖ Nook Read an Excerpt Read Chapter One As a kit, she had be…

Blast from the Past…

Let me take you back a bit ti my first Razor’s Edge… This is HARD BDSM people, NC 17 rated snippit from Perfect Seasoning…. You have been warned! LOL

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Perfect Seasoning

I was scared when he tightened the leather straps around my wrist, fastening them to the chain link fencing that glistened insidiously in the room full of leather.
I was scared when he ran the leather of the waist belt though the same fencing, pressing my breasts into its cold, diamond embrace. My nipples instantly grew hard.
I was scared when he locked my legs to the unforgiving metal at the top of my thighs, above my knees, and at my ankles.
I was trapped. There was no place to run.
My breath heaved loudly in the nearly silent room, almost drowning out the sound of the small vibrator that buzzed merrily in my pussy. It was long enough to tease, but there was no way I was going to get off with the annoying little toy.
“Comfortable?” he asked. His footsteps slowly circled me. They sounded hard and unforgiving, like his stance on just about everything that had to do with me.
Like his hard, muscular body, there was no give in his personality. He was straightforward and demanding, stubborn as hell and cruel as a devil. He ran one broad hand across my back, then down my spine to the quivering cheeks of my ass. As always, he was bent on taking total control.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear as he began to knead my ass cheeks. “I’ve always loved these.” I could smell his breath, always lemon and mint with a hint of vanilla, almost as well as I could feel the heat wafting off the skin of his bare chest.
His nipples were hard. I could feel them against my skin. He was wearing leather pants thin enough I could tell he wore nothing beneath. That excited me, and I couldn’t help but shiver in reaction.
He laughed then, knowing I was totally aware of him and of my vulnerable position. I would have glared at him, but the fucker had me positioned so it was uncomfortable to move my head. I could rest my right cheek against the fencing and see the rack of staffs, paddles and canes that he regularly took to my hide. Or I could rest my left cheek against the chain links and see the rolling table of toys I was sad to say I was all too familiar with. That, or I could push my head back and get a decent view of the metal and leather ceiling and the odd, soft lighting.
“Your ass is magnificent.” He squeezed my cheeks again, pressing his dick against me. God, he was inhumanly hot there. “I love the way the bindings emphasize the roundness and fullness of it. Black is definitely your color, much better than those pinks and reds.”
He moved back, and before I could guess what he was going to do there was a loud popping sound, and a starburst of heat exploded over my right ass cheek.
I jerked at the unexpected pain. It was weak and dull, and only made me clench down on the vibrator within me, wanting more contact against my clit.
“It’ll look so much better… stuffed.” He leaned back in to whisper that last word in my ear, before he parted my ass cheeks and ran one finger down my trench to my quivering hole. His free hand went into my hair, stroking my scalp gently. “You want this stuffed, don’t you?”
I was not going to answer, and he knew it because the hand in my hair tightened into a fist. He yanked my head back, straining the tendons of my neck. I whimpered as I got a good look at his face, looming above me, shrouded in shadows and darkness.
He loved this. His brown eyes glittered, and an evil expression crossed his almost patrician features as he inhaled deeply, scenting my pain and fear. He tightened his fist until little pinpricks of growing pain loosened my tongue and I gave him the actual word he wanted.
“Yes!” I gasped, my body shivering deliciously at his dominance while my mind cursed me for being weak enough to give in.
But he knew my body well, knew that after all the training he’d put me through, my ass would be as hungry for his toys and his cock as my pussy was.
I shuddered, but not in shame. I was what he had made me. He had awakened these dark desires. I was a creature of his design.
My hunger must have shown on my face because he laughed softly before releasing my hair, letting my head drop forward, my heart pounding, my breath racing faster than before, my sense of right and wrong — hell, my sense of up and down — all twisted up within my head.
“Such a sweet little thing.” I felt him drop low behind me, felt his hard, unforgiving hands grip my ass cheeks and spread me wide. “So sweet.”
His breath was warm against my hole, and damned if it didn’t begin winking at him. It was a trained response. I couldn’t help it. I was clenching my asshole and releasing it, begging for what I knew was going to come next.
I didn’t have to wait long. He never denied himself his pleasures. I felt the tender brush of his broad nose against me right before the hot, liquid caress of his tongue.
The mewl that tore from my throat was long, loud, and soul-deep. God, there are so many nerves in your ass! He had introduced me to this place of pleasure early on and he had taken great joy in training me to crave his touches and caresses there. And with the vibrator buzzing away happily in my pussy, the feel of his tongue eating me out was so intense that I nearly came on the spot.
His tongue danced over my rosebud, each lap sending fire zinging up my spine. Gooseflesh broke out all over my body, and I shamelessly thrust my ass back into his face, hoping for a deeper caress.
“All for me.” He blew his words against my twitching asshole before his pointed tongue began to circle my opening.
My whole body had taken up a hard quiver, and I was damn happy that the four-inch heels he had me in were the wide ones that it took a lot to knock you off of. I wasn’t sure how sturdy the fencing was, and I didn’t want to test it, either. But the way he was playing my body…
I could feel the sweat bead up in the small of my back, could feel my muscles tighten and release, the tension rising in the pit of my belly. He was pushing all my buttons hard, and I was helpless to do anything but hang there and let him.

Changeling Press – The Perfect Seasoning (Razor’s Edge)

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How About some Bears? *g*

How about some bears? I really like bears! From the upcoming How Not to Date a Bear, Too… here’s Teddy and Richard! LOL Its a little Rated Hard R and unedited, but I love my guys so I’m sharing! LOL

“I needed this in my life,” Theo sighed, his body limp as a dishrag as Richard massaged the kinks and twists from his back that he was no doubt responsible fore.
“You needed fucked?”
“I needed fucked,” Theo confirmed, groaning as he buried his face deeper into his mattress.
Richard perched conformably atop his ass, digging his shoulders into his spine in a painfully blissful way of a deep tissues massage, snorted softly.
“I think you needed to lose control.”
“I am always in control–” Theo protested but was cut off as Richard reached a knot of muscle in his spine that he was coaxing free.
“Except when you are getting fucked.”
“I didn’t know,” Theo muttered, sinking deeper into the mattress. “I never get fucked.”
“But you rolled over for me…” he trialed off, bending to press a kiss to Theo’s neck.
“You are extraordinary,” Theo explained, reaching pack to pat one meaty thigh. Richard was built like a brick shit-house, as the saying went. “How could I not?”
“I want to see you again.”
Theo paused. He wanted more than anything to scream yes and give the man a key to his house. But he knew that would not be responsible… as he was a father.
“You don’t know how badly I want to see you again—“
“But?” the massage stopped as Richard climbed off his ass and before he could blink, flipped him over so he was on his back, his hair a mad tangle around his head, his gold eyes staring up earnestly at him.
“But I have duties I have to think about first.”
“Married?”

“God no,” Theo wrinkled his nose.
“Seeing someone else?”
“No?”
“Family not know that you’re gay?”
“Out and proud,” Theo smirked. “And a father.”
Richard just stared. Theo burst out in laughter.
“You have children?”
“Child,” he corrected. “I have a son.”
Theo reached for a photograph on the bedside table. “Mowehhnk,” he explained. “My reason for everything I do.”
Richard took the photo and Theo smiled as the man’s expression softened. He knew he was looking at him and his son waving happily up at the camera. Both of their long hair was flying in the wind and to pairs of identical gold eyes glinted happily.
“He is adorable,” Richard grinned before looking down at him. “What does his name mean?” he asked, running his finger over the photograph. “It is Russian, I presume as you are a Polar Bear?”
“Little mischievous one,” Theo grinned proudly. “I named him after I held him for the first time… and he managed to pull out a handful of hair while looking innocent and new. The mane fit, but he us too calm and observant to cause any intentional mischief.”
“His mother?”
Theo’s smile melted. “Dead,” he answered his voice gone flat.
“I am sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Theo grumbled. “She was a bitch and her only redeeming quality was that she managed to incubate my child.”
“Okay,” Richard nodded and Theo relaxed as he realized that he was not going to be inundated with questions. “Family is all?”
“Family is all,” he nodded in agreement. “I want to see you again, but I am not sure if you don’t want the whole package.”
“I respect that,” Richard nodded. “So I am going to tell you what I am going to do. I am going to leave my card here. It has my home and cell numbers. I really want to see you again, but the decision is up to you, Theodore. If you want to see me again, call. Until then, no pressure.”
“No pressure?” Theo reached up and wrapped his arms around Richard’s neck, pulling him down to lick at his lips. “From where I am laying,” he ground his hips up into Richard’s groin, pressing his growing erection to his. “I am feeling a lot of pressure at the moment.”
“I think it would be my pleasure to relieve you of some of it,” he responded, pressing back and pushing his tongue inside Theo’s mouth. And then there was no talking, only moaning and screaming, for a good long time.
And when Richard finally walked out the front door, he left a tired, sated, boneless Theo on the bed and a plain black hard with his information on the bedside table.

It’s Time for your Hump Day Hump….

Its time for you Hump Day Humps!!!!
I am so behind…. So I am going to post a few humps for your enjoyment! *g* First up… a little unedited Rated R bit from my upcoming Razor’s Edge from Changeling Press… Greek Style! LOL Man, those goat boys… LOL

Part the First

So much urine…
That was the only thought that went through May’s mind as she recalled her trips to the children’s petting zoo so long ago. There were pygmy goats going into heat and there was urine everywhere.
So now as she was tied to a tree watching a field full of goat legged men dance and sing, she was both fascinated and horrified by the prospect of watching them mate.
Of course it wasn’t her fault that she was tied to this particular tree. No one ever warned her that wondering around the mountings of Cephalonia on her vacation to Greece would ever end up like this. She only wanted to see poppy fields for goodness sake. No one warned her about roving bands of fauns and satyrs and mating season.
She didn’t mean to crash their party, so to speak. She had just been taking photos and marveling at such majesty of the Island that was said to be the home of Odysseus when she stumbled upon them in their poppy field of lust.
She couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying, but a bunch of goat legged men carrying spears would be enough to grab and hold anyone’s attention. She was so stunned by this discovery that she never noticed the two … well… bucks maybe… walking up behind her until they had her roped and hog-tied like the prize attraction at a 4H show.
They began babbling at her and she began screaming at them. That didn’t help matters, she was now willing to admit, because that got her tied to the tree and gagged with cloth.
And now she sat there, watching them build up a barn fire—burning poppies and what smelled suspiciously of marijuana—and dancing around like they had no sense.
She just wanted to go home. Forget going back to the hotel, she wanted to go home. There were no goat legged men at home. There were no burning poppy fields making her feel like she was stuck in a Cheech and Chong movie. And there was defiantly no mystical creatures carrying spears standing guard over her.
It was enough to make a woman cry… if she wasn’t so damn high.
But before she could further contemplate her pitiful state, she saw one of the shorter males clip up to her. She spoke softly to the huge guards and they grunted something.
This one was one that she classified as a fawn. He, for his naked excerpt for his fur state, left that abundantly clear. About her height of five feet four inches tall, he looked to be a bit gentler than the ones she classified as satyrs. The major difference in heir classification scheme was that the ones she considered fawns had smaller branched horns, like deer antlers and cute drow type ears… the really elongated and going back elf ears that costumes seemed to love. The satyrs on the other had had massive curled ram’s horns on either side of their head. Their ears hung low like goats and the dudes were massive. They all stood at lease six feet four inches tall and were more heavily muscled than their fawn counterparts.
In fact, it was the fauns who were dancing and having a blast white the satyrs looked on protectively with their big spears, their big muscles and their big … well, hung like horse could have been hung like a goat. But no one was pissing on anyone so that was a good thing in her book.
The fawn approaching her had a head full of long curly golden brown curls that matched the matt of curls that covered his groin and legs. His cloven hooves were almost dainty when compared to the soup plates the satyrs clomped around on. His eyes were a gentle brown and he offered her a tentative smile.
“Kalós órises?”
“Mum gohn.. uuhuhang…” she tired to say she didn’t understand, but, you know, gagged.
His eyes widening in what looked like amusement to her only made her bite down on her gag and glare.
He reached out with his piano players hands and fingers and in a few seconds the gag fell away from her. She opened her mouth to let him have it but good, but a clearing throat made her look up at one of the guards who was staring down at her, his expression dark. It was then that she decided that maybe yelling at the small guy was not such a great course of action after all. Instead she glared as he repeated his question.
“Kalós órises? Pós légeste?”

“I don’t know what that means,” she muttered through her dry mouth. Who knew being gagged with cloth would day you out so. All the gags she had at home for uh, recreational purposes were latex or rubber and made her drool more than anything else.
He tilted his head to the side and against her will; she had to admit that he was quite adorable. His cuteness level dropped suddenly when he reached into a belt at his waist and produced a ground up looking weed and then stared at her intently.
“Wha—Hey!”
She tired to squirm away but the little guy was fast. Before she could blink, he was holding her head steady. He must have grown a few extra sets of arms because a hand was forcing her mouth open, shoving the thing inside, closing her mouth and rubbing her throat it seemed all at the same time.
She tired to hold her breath, but the plant thing was making her mouth water. He pinched her nose and that was all that she wrote. She swallowed the thing in one gulp.
“Oh great,” she whimpered when he released her. “High, surrounded by goat boys, and now I’ve been poisoned.”
“The Goji berry and Althaea leaves will not hurt you.”
“Fat lot you know,” she mumbled as he continued to stroke her throat. You’re a goat and…” She could understand him. I can understand you,”
She knew her eyes were wide with shock, but she didn’t really care. She could not understand what goat boy was saying and that was really disturbing her.
“That is why I gave you the herbs,” he sounded smug.
“Why am I here?”
“You have treaded on sacred ground, human,” he stared at her as if she were a few donuts shy of a dozen.
“How was I supposed to know that?” she sniffed. “Its not like I am from this stupid island. I just wanted to see the mountains and maybe a poppy field or two.”
The sun was setting at it made his golden eyes glow in an ungodly way. But then, she was talking to something that looked like a Christian’s nightmare of a pagan sexual deity.
“It has been determined that you are definitely not of the indigenous people,”
“What? My dark skin and afro give me away?” she snipped, glaring hard.
“You have the skin tone of one from the African Islands,” he noted. “Not from here.”
“Africa is a content, goat boy,” she snipped. “Not an island. Its way bigger than that.”
“But you do not speak any dialect we know. It sounds almost like Latin, but is Germanic and fixed with cadence and undertones we do not understand. That is why it was decided to give you the learning herbs. They stimulate your brain and have the ability for us to psychically input our language. This is how you can now understand our words.”
“I am American,” she sighed. “I am a Black American in Greece and I am tied to a tree. This is kidnapping and wrongful imprisonment and I don’t know what else it is, but it has to be illegal. Let me go.”
“American,” he mused his cute little ears wiggling. “I have never head of your people, but what you have done is broken the lay. This is our sacred mating rite and you have contaminated our fields.”
“I didn’t know. And… oh,” she slumped a bit. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse for breaking the law.”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“But I am not exactly a citizen here.”
“And that is why you have not been put to death.”
She froze at that. “Death?”
“To interrupt the mating right is to court death. Male vitality is not to be shared among the women. You have to give back what vitality you stole.“I didn’t—“
“Your presence enough has stolen vital energies we need to reproduce. You must give it back.
“How and I supposed to do that?”
Suddenly every thing she ever read about bloody sacrifices was coming to the forefront of her brain. She paled as she stared at her cute little goat boy. Cute little goat boy was going to kill her.
“Why, sex,” he grinned. “The very thing you interrupted.”