Sunday, September 15, 2013

The Escort:On the Menu by Parker Linn

Now available!

The Escort: On the Menu
Book 3 in The Escort series
Contemporary gay romance with a touch of BDSM
ISBN: 978-1-61124-484-7
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Sequel to The Escort:Yes, Master

As a professional escort, Ryan James’ job is to service his clients, be it simply to accompany them somewhere socially or to provide more intimate services.

Ryan’s latest client, Richard Porter, says he’s received several gift certificates for various area restaurants and engages Ryan’s services for the evening.

The evening begins simply, but after dinner, Richard invites Ryan up to his apartment for coffee. It doesn’t take long for Ryan to realize that Richard has more in mind than coffee and he’s on the menu as the dessert.

PG 13 Excerpt

...Richard smiled at me. “You’re a nice young man, Ryan. Shall we retire?”

“Of course.”

We passed through that butt-ugly kitchen again on our way to the master suite. I refused to notice the huge canopy bed draped in red velvet positioned in the center of the room. I didn’t see it. If I’d seen it, I might have gone blind, but I didn’t doubt for a moment the bedding would be anything less than a sensory delight against my skin.

I’d expected Richard to be a demanding client, and he was to some extent. He instructed me to help him undress and hang up his clothes, then we rolled back the bedspread to reveal decadent black silk sheets. Richard fluffed up the pillows and lay back to watch me undress. He said he didn’t want a regular striptease, he wanted something special. The kind of show he felt certain I would be able to give him. His only proviso was no touching.

Richard was in great physical shape for a man whom I guessed was probably in his late fifties or early sixties. Not a trace of love handles or belly fat. Yes, he not only observed careful eating habits, I bet he also had a personal trainer. What drew my attention was his flaccid penis as he relaxed against the pillows. Maybe the fact he didn’t have even a glimmer of an erection was the real reason for his request to watch me undress. What I didn’t know was if he needed the stimulation to crank his engine, or if he was in total control of his emotions and wanted to be seduced. I lowered the lights and moved back a couple of steps to where he could see every inch of me, head to toe.

I’d worked out a simple but titillating striptease routine that pleased William and a couple of my other older clients, but it was a tad too basic to work for someone as sophisticated as Richard appeared to be. I thought about the vampire gloves I’d used on Patrick, then remembered the no touching proviso and the penny dropped.

Richard liked to play games, but not the kind that involved pain or punishment. He was too cerebral for that. What he wanted was a battle of wills. In other words, the sneaky bastard was making me work for my money. He intended to lie there in total control and see if I had the creativity to excite him into an erection.

If I’d graduated from escort school, I could probably have done it, no sweat. As it was, like Grandma used to say, need is the mother of invention...

Parker Linn

The Escort: On the Menu
Book 3 in The Escort series
Contemporary gay romance with a touch of BDSM
ISBN: 978-1-61124-484-7
Buy link:

Also available:
The Escort:In the Public Eye (book one)
The Escort:Yes, Master (book two)

Friday, September 13, 2013

Wasteland Rogue, by Brenda Williamson

Check out my NEW RELEASE today at ELLORA's CAVE!

...a unique vampire story with a kickass heroine and a handsome hero....

             ...a post apocalyptic wasteland dominated by a new evolutionary species...

...a villainous corporation out to rule the world...

   exciting adventure into a possible future...

Wasteland Rogue

Available from Ellora's Cave

When gorgeous vampire Rye is left for dead in the post apocalyptic wastelands, she’s at the mercy of the sexy man who saves her. With her life in the balance, she voraciously drinks his blood. And while it heals her, his blood also triggers her inherent carnal lust.

The moment Sevrin finds Rye naked in a ditch, he’s intrigued. After letting her gorge on his blood, he experiences strange, spellbinding sexual urges. Then he tastes the succulence of her lips and he’s lost to the need thrumming between them.

As Rye and Sevrin embark on a steamy journey, indulging in every need, they also race to stop a villainous corporation from developing a poison that could wipe out the remainder of mankind.


Sevrin pulled the petrified wood handled knife from the sheath in the side of his boot.

“You better appreciate this,” he said, clenching his jaw as he sliced into the soft flesh of his inner forearm. He held back the groan rumbling to escape his throat. Grasping Rye by the back of her head, he pressed his bloody arm to her mouth, forcing her lips to part. “Drink, dammit.”

Unable to get her started, he put his arm to his mouth. He had never tasted blood beyond the occasional drops that oozed from a split lip obtained in a fight. The salty warm liquid had a metallic flavor, unusual yet palatably sweet.

He jerked back Rye’s head and angled her into position. He stuck his fingers between her lips and pried open her mouth. Helpless and vulnerable, she succumbed to his guidance. Then with a grip on her jaw, he moved his mouth against hers and spit his blood to the back of her throat. He withdrew and waited a few moments.

Her lack of response prompted him to take another hard suck at his wrist. Filling his mouth with more blood, he repeated the insertion of it into Rye’s mouth.

She gagged on the second, larger dose and then gulped. Her tongue shot out and whipped expeditiously over his lips. He leaned in, allowing her frenzied licks to swirl into his mouth. With a wildly smothering kiss, she sucked on his tongue. Drawn to the aggression that matched the uninhibited passion of sex, he held her face. Hit with a ravenous need of his own, he hungrily kissed her.

Rye’s soft lips yielded to the force of his. Her mouth opened to the press of his tongue. For several moments, he licked the interior, savoring the rise in energy between them.

When her teeth scraped his bottom lip a little too hard, the pain stung him out of his irrational indulgence and he jerked back.

Rye let out a ferocious growl of annoyance from the interruption. She grabbed his arm and pressed her wet lips over the cut in his arm. She clawed at his arms and shoulders with greed. Her hold tightened, her fingers dug into his biceps and her moans grew louder as she wildly slurped at the slice in his skin.

An onslaught of unexplainable sensations and emotions gripped him at the same time. Sexual desire became predominant. His pulse hammered away at his insides. A sensual heat spread through his body, strangely timed, yet familiarly exciting.

The tightening in his groin continued. His cock throbbed hard, fighting against the constraint of his pants. He thought of it loose, thrusting into the constrictions of Rye’s cunt. The beat of his heart quickened from the prospect of discovering her vagina a tight, welcoming passage.

Then suddenly, his head went light, his mind dizzy. He forced his thoughts on the pain in his arm, the unnatural draining of his blood. It pried his attention away from the edge of his sexual fantasy and back to Rye feasting on him.

“How much do you need?” he asked, attempting to force her free of his arm. “Rye, how much?”

He thought of what she said, how she told him she’d need too much. Would she deplete him of blood if he let her?

To see if her cuts were healing, he yanked the coat out from between them and chucked it to the back cargo area of the steam-trekker.

Naked beneath him, Rye writhed with gluttonous delight. For a moment, he thought of her pride, her concerns of someone watching her in this state. He better understood her wish to hide this primal side of her lamian species. But did she not realize humans were also mindless victims to the euphoria of a different pleasure?

He examined her visible wounds. Their healing was the best indicator for setting a limit to her intake of his blood.

“That’s enough,” he said when he saw the worse gashes in her belly had already healed shut.

He tried pulling his arm from her mouth again but she had sunk her teeth into his flesh, using them as anchors.

“You have to stop, Rye.” He tugged and twisted, struggling to get her unhooked.

She fought his attempt and remained latched on.

In a rise of panic, Sevrin grabbed a fistful of her dirty hair and wrenched her head back, ripping her teeth out of his arm.

She hissed with infuriation. He had never seen a lamian look as feral and dangerous as she did or as intensely desirable.