Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Evernight B-Day Bash winner!

Thank you to everyone who participated in Evernight's third birthday! Our hop was a success and we hope you had a great time! Congratulations to Amy! You've won a $25 gift card from Amazon.

Happy reading,


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Evernight B-Day Bash blog hop kicks off!


Celebrate like a ROCK STAR because Evernight Publishing is THREE!

In three short years, Evernight has grown by leaps and bounds thanks to readers like you! Evernight is pulling out all the stops and throwing an extreme BIRTHDAY BASH BLOG HOP in your honor!

That’s right! It’s Evernight’s birthday but YOU get the presents…

Prizes include:

Samsung Galaxy Tab

Kindle Paperwhite

Kobo Touch

$100 Evernight and Amazon Gift Certificates

Mega Evernight Swag Pack

Plus, each author on the hop will offer his/her own special prize!

As an author, I’m thrilled to share my stories with you and Evernight helps make my books shine! Here’s one reason why I love Evernight Publishing:


Everyone is so friendly, inquiries are answered in a timely manner. The editor I worked with made suggestions without trying to change my voice, their covers absolutely rock! LOL, as you can see, there are plenty of reasons to love Evernight. Here’s a sample of my first book, Shadows of Light, from Evernight:


Matthew Rose is a reclusive psychic on the run from a mad psychologist. Held captive and exploited as a child because of his ability to connect minds with serial killers, all Matt wants now is to be free of his visions. His desire for peace is shattered when he sees the woman from his most recent vision lying in a pool of blood.

Adam Rivers, the homicide detective assigned to the murdered woman’s case, quickly realizes Matt is more than a witness. Adam fights his attraction to Matt because he doesn’t see himself as gay.

As the murders mount, Matt and Adam work together to defeat the killer—unaware that the mad psychologist from Matt’s past has returned and is determined to reclaim his prize. Can Adam keep Matt safe from the danger that surrounds him or will he lose the man he is just now realizing he loves?


Adam walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower because his skin glistened.

I watched, mesmerized as a water droplet began its slow, delicious descent from his neck, to his surprisingly hairless chest, past the fresh bandage a nurse had just applied before leaving the room, and down his very sexy six-pack, to the intriguing treasure trail to disappear into the towel.

I licked dry lips, vaguely aware of the increase in my heart rate and choppy breathing. The only thing I could think of was following the trail of the water droplet.

Oh my, I breathed.

Adam’s towel began to tent as I watched. Drawn like a bee to honey, I was halfway to Adam before I became aware of it. I stopped in front of him, nervous, and reached out a hand laying my palm on his chest. My heart was pounding as I touched an erect, brown nipple.

Adam groaned and grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him, dazed. His lips moved but I was beyond hearing.

Must taste. The urge obliterated everything else.

I stood on tiptoe, grabbed a handful of his dark hair,and yanked his mouth to mine. Delighted moans filled the silent room. Adam wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me into all that hard male strength. My knees buckled and my erection stretched within the confines of my jeans.

Adam licked into my open mouth, his tongue chasing and dominating mine. I shuddered at the heat smoldering inside me. Pleasure flowed, heightening sensitive nerve endings. I pressed further into Adam, trying to get as close as possible. His hands journeyed from my hips to my bottom, kneading.

Oh god!

It was the hottest thing I had ever felt. A whimper escaped and I felt Adam’s groan vibrate in his chest. Pre-cum leaked from my cock. I rubbed it against his stomach to help alleviate the pain. I’d never been so turned on in my life and it was exhilarating. I felt as if I was flying and free-falling simultaneously through a pit of molten lava.

Adam twined his tongue around mine, trapping it. His tongue tasted every crevice in my mouth, leaving no part unattended. His kiss left me feeling ravished and the feeling became addictive.

I broke our kiss to gulp fresh air. Adam rumbled his protest and one of his hands left my butt to grab a handful of my hair and jerked me back to his lips. I had never felt so needed before in my life and I melted into the kiss, my surrender complete. Adam snarled his approval and tightened his grip. He staggered us to the bed. I felt him wince and pulled back from our kiss.

“Maybe we should—” I began before Adam claimed my lips again.

I looked down as he laid me on the bed. Oh wow! Adam’s towel had slid to the floor and he was enormous. His cock had to be at least eight and a half inches long and he was thick. The mushroom-shaped tip was an angry red, pointing straight toward me as if in silent accusation.

Fear shot through me and I scrambled backward on the bed. What the heck do you think you’re going to do with that thing? I shouted at him through our bond. There was no way I was letting him get within six feet of me with that monster leering at me.

Adam laughed and grabbed my ankles to keep me from kicking him. He dragged me toward him spreading my thighs so he stood between my splayed legs. He leaned down and nuzzled my neck before placing a soft kiss there. Despite my fear, I shivered in reaction.

Is this your first time, baby? he whispered, using our bond. Goose bumps pebbled my skin. His voice was just so…sexy and using telepathy heightened its appeal.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and buried my face in his neck. Shyness had overcome me and I found it difficult to meet his gaze. My gift and the threat of Dr. Johannasan wouldn’t let me get close to anyone. Plus I didn’t trust anyone enough to try.

Adam lifted his head and the fierce possessiveness seared me in place. Good, he growled. Adam lowered his head to kiss me again.
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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Evernight Publishing turns 3!

Hey everyone! Evernight Publishing turns 3! Join us in the b-day bash blog hop for a chance to win amazing prizes! The hop kicks off Oct 1, 2013-Oct 14, 2013. Thanks for participating and good luck! :)

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Thursday, September 12, 2013

What's My Muse?

Hi eyueryone and welcome to the Share your Muse bloghop! My muse is an invisible pain in the ass who has gotten me some strange looks occasionally. I'm new to the writingld but I prefer to work oone thing at a me, my muse however, wants to work on multiple things. So, LOL, there have been occasions where it may slightly appear that I'm arguing with myself...aloud. That garners strange looks.

Tell me an embarrassing quirk of yours and join my blog to win an amazon gift prize. And please, the more embarrasrsing, the better. LOL, please have fun with it and I hope you enjoy this bloghop!
A sneak peek into a very rough draft of my next project.


One thousand years ago...

Metal clanked in the forested battlefield. Vacant eyes stared up at Ayden, aeshent vampire, as he slashed through another enemy. The Aeshent felt his heart break. No matter the time period, there had been war. He longed for peace. He longed for a place to raise his family without fear of assassination.

Teleporting behind an Amazon who had a comrade boxed in between her and another, he raised his sword and decapitated her, ignoring the blood spatter that sprayed his face and clothing. His comrade nodded his thankvs before quickly disposing of his enemy.

Inclining his head in response, Ayden motioned his comrade to a clearing on the outer edges of the forest.

Once there, Ayden glanced around, heart heavy at the blood staining what was once a lush valley filled with greenery and beautiful flowers. "Too many good men have been lost in this war. It must be resolved if our children are to have a safe environment."

Connell nodded. "What can we do? The wars began far before we were born."

"It doesn't matter when it began. We must focus ontgjjghjjjhg
the end. I have an idea, but I need your h
elp if we are to succeed."

"Anything, Sire. I will do anything for you," Connell vowed fervently.

Ayden nodded his thanks. He knew Connell and many others would follow him into hell if he asked it of them. He was one of the Aeshent vampires alive and one of the rare ones who protected and trained ikspireous or fledgling vampires. Though vampires were solitary creatures and had no need of clans, Ayden had one of the largest.

Tales of his honor and bravery had spread, bringing many ikspireous to his door, hoping he would train them. Some left after training but the majority stayed, pledging fealty to Ayden. Ayden hoped his reputation would aid his attempt to bring peace.

"You and I will make contact with each leader of the paranormal community. We wish to declare a truce."

"Sire! I'll be slaughtered before I even set foot into anyone's stronghold," Connell argued.

Ayden placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You will wear this ring. My family crest is engraved upon it and will see you have safe passage to deliver my message."

Ayden pulled a thick gold ring, with a rounded face engraved with an image of a Quelili devouring the head of a goat.

Connell nodded. "Where shall I begin?"

"The Fae. I'll start with the Wolves."

Chapter 1

Glancing around the battlefield, Ayden asked Connell, "Is this everyone?"

Connell nodded. "Everyone but the Magiqui and Gargoyles."

Ayden smiled in satisfaction. Everyone they had contacted was here. He was not surprised the magical people and the Gargoyles had opted not to come. This was a Nonhuman war so the magical people would not get involved and the Gargoyles preferred to remain neutral and keep to themselves. Their brute strength would have made them good allies, but Ayden could deal with their loss if he could gain the alliance of the wolves.

Walking into the center of the clearing, Ayden cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention, "Thank you all for agreeing to meet with me."

Soft murmurs arose from the crowd and Ayden continued, "The purpose of this meeting is to discuss ways to bring peace. I suggest we all sign a truce treaty."

"Why would I sign anything with a blood sucker?" Leo, a wolf growled. Mikhail, the wolf clan leader and father to Micah, laid a restraining hand on Leo's arm and nodded for Ayden to continue.

Ayden inclined his head in thanks and continued. "I know a treaty alone will not dissolve the distrust sown throughout these many years. I propose some type of permanent alliance where we all come together to discuss possible...situations that could arise to cause war again," Ayden continued.

"Do you mean a type of council?" Fiona, leader of the Fae asked.

"Yes, exactly," Ayden said after carefully considering the word.

"How would this work?" she asked.

"Each group represented here will select and send a diplomat to each meeting. All groups are to bring news of potential treaty breakers to each meeting."

"How will the meetings be called? Who will call these meetings?" Lucian, leader of the Leopard changelings, asked.

"We will appoint a leader who will be called the 'High Councilor'." Murmurs ran throughout the crowd.

"I suppose you have someone in mind?" Eric, a fellow vampire asked.

"It makes sense if I take this position. I have a strong desire to make these alliances work and my reputation speaks for itself," Ayden replied.

Strong vocal denials ran throughout the crowd and Ayden raised a hand for silence. Ayden pondered his options while waiting for everyone to quiet down.

"I will take the position of High Councilor," Tayla, leader of the Amazons announced. More denials rang throughout the forest.

"Silence!" Ayden commanded.

"We will hold a tournament in one week's time. The winner will be declared High Councilor," Ayden continued. Excited chatter filled the air as Ayden made his way to Connell.

"Excellent idea on the tournament Sire. There is no one stronger," Connell said.

"There will always be someone who's stronger; I have to be more cunning."

"You will be," Connell said confidently.

Ayden clapped him on the shoulder in thanks as they turned to leave the clearing. "Come, we have a tournament to plan..."

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Welcome Michaela Rhua!

Hey everyone! Today Michaela Rhua stops by to chat about her new Romance on the Go novella "Mated Forever" from Evernight Publishing!

Greed and Lust.

I want to talk about the villain in my book Mated Forever.

Malachi, the son of an Alpha is determined to get Jorie. They spelt together and she now has decided she does not want him. How can she? He is after all going to be the next Alpha to the pack. But is it just lust that drives him on to pursue Jorie or could there be more. Often the flip side of Lust is Greed and in this case it is certainly the partner of Lust.

How does this fit in? Malachi is going to be Alpha…there are not pretenders to that throne…so why is Jorie so important to his plan?

I will say nothing more but I'll leave you with the blurb and a quick taste!

Mated Forever by Michaela Rhua

The full moon is always a time for danger and mating. This month it brings the scent of Louisa's mate. Jorie is on the run and in grave danger. Being rescued by Louisa brings safety and a new temptation. As the girls act on their feelings, and passion overtakes them, they are unaware of the danger surrounding them both. When Jorie is kidnapped, it's a race against time. Will Louisa be able to save her mate, or will the past and all its secrets destroy them before they even have a chance at forever?



"I am so sorry to draw you into all this Lou, I … I didn't mean for it to get this far." Jorie put down the hot mug on the table next to the sofa.

"It's okay. I asked you to stay, you didn't force this on me, so chill," Lou said. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower."

Lou got up from the sofa and disappeared into the bedroom.

Damn it! Jorie kicked herself mentally. Why did I not just do what I wanted to, just touch her. She knew exactly how she felt about Lou. She wanted her as a lover and mate. Things were so complicated now. Sleeping with Malachi had been a colossal error. Every time she looked into Lou’s beautiful brown eyes something melted inside.

The noise of the shower interrupted her thoughts. Jorie fisted her hands and gritted her teeth. Then, with decisive steps, she walked through the bedroom to the bathroom. The door was ajar, almost inviting her in. Once inside, the hot steam fogged her vision. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she made out water cascading over golden brown skin. Rivulets journeyed their way down the perfect body, which was all curves. Jorie wanted to stroke Lou’s round ass, and kiss it all over. She stretched out her hands. Her skin tightened, and heat radiated throughout her body. She knew exactly what was happening. Her wolf begged to be let out to play with her mate.

Breathing deeply, Jorie stepped forward. The steam cleared at little more and Lou turned around. Jorie stared at Lou's round breasts topped off with dark chocolate nipples, and licked her lips. Lou glanced up. Her eyes deepened then a ring of copper formed around her pupils. Lou continued to soap her body. Jorie watched Lou's hand circle down to her bare pussy with the sponge. Her own pussy ached with need. Lou dropped the sponge and leaned her body into the water, washing the suds off her skin. Jorie wanted to touch her so badly.

Lou turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. Jorie took a deep breath, trying to get her wolf under control. She wanted Lou in human form, to delight in her body. In her wolf form it would be fucking. Her animal instincts would take over like it had with Malachi. There had been little tenderness. When he’d realized she was willing, it became all about taking her quickly. The act had been painful and cold. Where she’d wanted to take it slow, this would be about making love. She wanted to experience love, an all-consuming love. Tender and soft, not hard and fast.

"You're so beautiful, Lou. I want you so much. I've never felt this way before," Jorie whispered.

"I want you, too, Jorie. Only if you’re sure?" Lou gave her a tentative smile.

"Yes, so sure, like never before," Jorie said.

Jorie unbuttoned her shirt. Lou came closer still, helping Jorie to release her arms. Warm hands massaged her breasts. Jorie untwisted Lou's hair and let those dark curls loose. They were silky smooth, and Jorie massaged Lou's head then cupped her face.

Their lips met. Heat surged through Jorie, the air hot and heavy. Lou pushed her toward the bedroom. Jorie delved deeply into Lou's mouth with her tongue, tasting and licking. Her beast growled with delight. This was good, this was right.

"You taste so good, Lou," she said.

Lou pushed her onto the bed then stood over her. A flicker of hesitation registered in her eyes. Jorie undid her jeans, ridding herself of any clothing to reassure Lou this was what she wanted. Words were irrelevant. Lou seemed like watching her strip because intensity deepened her gaze. Once bare, Jorie sat up and held out her hand. Nothing happened. Lou looked at the offered hand. Afraid Lou would back away, Jorie slowly opened her legs. She wasn’t fully bare as Lou, but she hoped Lou would understand.

"I can't wait, Jorie, I have to taste you." Lou licked her lips.

She watched Lou lower her head and inhale the scent of her arousal. Lou growled then pounced on her.

"Get ready, honey." Lou winked.

Mated Forever Buy Links

Author Bio:

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.

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Sunday, August 18, 2013

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Welcome Avril Ashton!

Hey everyone, Avril Ashton has stopped  by today to give us a sneak peek into her her hot new book, Bedroom Bully! Available now from Evernight Publishing!

Bedroom Bully: Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line.

Romance on the Go is a multi-author series unique to Evernight Publishing. Our readers have busy lives. Sometimes there just isn't enough time to engage in a novel but an escape into romance is still desired. We offer our readers a collection of short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.



Sometimes a woman needs more than a gentle touch…

El Lively needs to be punished and after more than a few auditions, she’s found the perfect man for the job. Her body is up for grabs. Not her heart, and definitely not her secrets, but Jud has other ideas.

Jud Kincaid agrees to El’s more-than-indecent proposal, but he’s after more than the physical. He wants an explanation for her sexual kinks, and a way into her heart. El’s being stubborn, but lucky for Jud, he’s just signed on to be her own personal Bedroom Bully.


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“Why choking?”

Her throat worked. It took a while, but she finally answered in a voice so low, he had to lean forward to catch the words. “It’s the only way I can get aroused. The way I can reach climax.” Wringing her wrists, she looked away.

Jud stared at her, at the forlorn expression on her face. He recalled the shame and pain in her eyes when she’d made her proposal. “Remove the scarf.” He made his voice hard, harsh, issuing the command that brooked nothing other than immediate compliance.

She obeyed, but didn’t look at him. Despite her skin color, he had no problem seeing the thick dark bruise that wrapped all the way around her neck like a collar. He got to his feet and went to her, dropping on his knees when she made room for him.

“What made this?” He touched her skin with the pad of a hesitant finger.

She inhaled sharply. “Leather belt.” She shook violently. “He buckled it around me and pulled.” Her voice dropped to a thin thread of sound, shuddering. “He pulled on it as I sucked him, as he fucked me.”

He cursed viciously.

“No. I wanted it. It’s what I want, Jud. It’s what I need.”

“Fuck.” He palmed her throat lightly. She trembled for him, wide eyes holding him in place. He applied a little pressure. “This, Elliot? This is what you want?”

“Yes.” She hissed and shifted, legs falling open. He got a whiff of it, her arousal, wafting to him from her parted thighs. “Jud.”

He squeezed her again, harder this time. Her pupils dilated. “I’ve decided to take you up on your proposal, Elliot.”

The pulse under his palm galloped. Her scent grew deeper, sharper. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, ignoring his own hard dick pressing against his zipper. There’d be some marks on his flesh later, no doubt.

“I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered to her, loving the way she shuddered. “Only me,” he growled, “no one else.”



“What do you want, Jud?” Steel crept back into her tone.

“Two things actually.” The words surprised him. He hadn’t known he wanted more until that moment. “There will be more than me choking you into orgasm. I’ll be fucking you, using you, and most importantly, making love to you.”

The frown said she didn’t get it.

“We’ll see each other outside of the bedroom, Elliot. Go to dinner, do the usual dating stuff.”

She shook her head sharply. “No.”


“Jud, I don’t date.” She sounded stressed. “I can’t.”

“Why, because you need a bully in the bedroom?” He lifted a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m here, agreeing to be that. But I also want to know you.” He paused. “That’s the second thing.”

“What is?”

“I’m asking, no scratch that.” He sliced a hand through the air. “I’m telling you that one day I’ll ask you why, and you’ll answer me. With the truth.”

“No!” She jumped to her feet. “I won’t.” She tried to move away. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.

She froze.

“It’s not up for debate, Elliot. Non-negotiable.” He brought his face up to hers, pressed their foreheads together as he pushed his erection against her soft center. Her lashes fluttered, her panting breaths battered his face. She smelled good, like strawberries, lemons, and orgasms. “I’ll ask, sugar, not now, but soon, and you’ll answer with the truth.” He bit her shoulder. “Got me?”

She nodded.

He touched her hip then slid his hand down and up her skirt, caressing first one, then the other ass cheek before dipping a finger in the valley between. “Say ‘yes, Jud.’”

Breath shuddered out between her lips. “Yes, Jud.”

“Good.” He took her mouth hard, thrusting his tongue deep while teasing her ass with one finger. She moaned, a pretty sound he wanted to hear again and again. He pushed a thumb to her soaked pussy, getting it nice and slick then moved backward to her ass. He worked the wet finger into her rear entrance. She clutched his shoulders and shook.

She was a sensual creature once one got to the heart of her, got to know what made her tick. With one hand wrapped around her throat, he fucked her ass. He didn’t even have to apply any pressure to get her dripping. He kissed her, grinding his cock on her, groaning into her mouth when she touched him with the tip of her tongue, tentative swipes that made him smile in his head. His finger was up her ass, and he had his hand around her throat. Hell, he’d choked her to orgasm only minutes before, but his kisses made her cautious.

A contradiction, that Elliot Lively. He wanted to figure her out, wanted to know what made her the person she was. And he’d just bought himself enough time to do so.


Author BIO/Links

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.  

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

 Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Hey everyone, Let's welcome the sensational Tali Spencer, author of Thick as Thieves

That First Book


All published writers start with that first book. You know the one. The one you poured your hopes and dreams and imagination into. The one an editor at a publishing house liked, really liked, and now it’s being published. The one you really—really—hope readers will like, but you don’t know yet and the suspense nearly kills you until the day it does come out. And then your life changes.

That book changes your life.

Because with that book you earn your stripes as a pro. You become not just a writer, something you may have been for a long time writing for yourself or a small audience, but a writer who has taken the step of putting work out in the mass market. And make no mistake: that’s a damn big step.

The first book a writer publishes is not just a book. It’s a lesson. It becomes the writer’s vehicle for learning everything she never knew about what’s involved in turning a manuscript into a finished product for the marketplace. Whether self-published or through a publisher, the writer learns about editing for content and grammar, about formatting, blurbs, cover art, markets, pricing, positioning, and reviews. Part of this education is learning how to work either with editors and artists, if with a publisher, or learning to do or arrange all these things—and more—for themselves. It’s a huge learning curve and it all starts with that first book.

That first book teaches the writer that getting published is a business. It’s a fascinating business, too, filled with new players and rules. Watching your words being turned from a protected egg of a story into a full-fledged book set loose to fly in the marketplace is an amazing journey. And it’s amazing every time.

After the first book, most writers go on to write another. And they embark on the journey all over again, and it never gets old. Sending a book out into the world is an act of faith, pride, and joy.

With that first book, the writer becomes an author.


My first book is now long out of print, but I would like to share a blurb and excerpt from my new sword and sorcery M/M release, Thick as Thieves.


After Vorgell the barbarian fucks himself with a unicorn horn, he ends up in a cell with Maddog, a pretty young thief. It’s lust at first sight for Vorgell—but honestly, he can’t help it. Unicorn horn is a potent aphrodisiac, and now he can’t stop thinking about sex. Luckily, Madd is one male witch who knows how to put Vorgell’s new magical body to good use when he tricks Vorgell into a kiss that helps them escape.

Vorgell may desire sex in general—and Madd in particular—but Madd has no intention of being screwed by a man twice his size. He has problems of his own, including an enchanted collar that causes him to desire his most hated enemy. He wants that collar off as soon as possible, but that requires stealing a basilisk egg from the castle they just escaped.

Drawn together by lust and magic, the two men join forces and soon find themselves up to their necks in witches, wizards, and trouble. Vorgell and Madd might just be perfect for each other, but first they have to survive long enough to find out.




Vorgell had no sooner yanked Madd through the vortex and into the alley than the little guy fought free of his grip and turned back, tracing a darkly glowing sign in the air. A baying hound burst through, bowling Madd over just before the dark hole vanished, revealing a plain wall of mold-blackened bricks. The barking dog crouched, prepared to leap. Vorgell rose to full height. Expanding his chest and flexing his arms to make himself look even bigger, he showed his teeth and roared. The dog yelped and fled down the alley.

“I’m glad the dog didn’t get stuck in there,” he said to Madd, who was panting and sitting in stunned relief in a puddle.

“The dog? What about me!” He got to his feet, shaking out his cloak.

“I pulled you through, didn’t I? So where are we?” Night had fallen, and the alleyway in which they stood was narrow and dark. What stray bits of light infiltrated the passage revealed grim stone walls, dripping eaves, and gutters filled with debris.

“Gurgh. Or more to the point, Rattail Alley in Sewerside.”

“You brought us to the city? I went to the wilderness to get away from here —”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” Madd began walking through the gloom toward a half-toppled archway at one end of the alley. “Well, are you coming or not?”

Vorgell glanced down his body. He’d lost his trousers and loincloth back in the forest and his nakedness was sure to draw attention. “No,” he said, “I think I’ll stay here.”

Madd stopped walking and snapped around to glare in warning. “The fucking baron is after you, and—”

“I thought he was after you. After all, you escaped.”

“And took you with me.” Madd frowned, his dark gaze traveling down Vorgell’s body and taking in his state of undress. “I guess we’ll have to find you some clothes.”

Vorgell liked that idea. “You could just hand me your cloak.”

“No!” Madd clutched the garment closed at the throat. “We’ll… find you something else.” He sighed. “You don’t get it, do you? We need to disappear. You consumed an entire unicorn horn, and—”

“And I’m horny all the time now. I know.” As if to confirm that point, Vorgell’s cock twitched and plumped at the sight of his companion. Even wrapped in shadows and with a water stain from the puddle on his ass, Madd was bewitching. Vorgell’s blood warmed just to look at him. “But I don’t see what that has to do with—”

“Are you really so gods-addled clueless? A mere sliver of unicorn horn makes a man horny for days. You consumed the entire horn! You filled your gargantuan body with so much fucking unicorn magic you’re now a walking, talking reservoir of enchantment! And you’re not a magician, are you? You’re like a toad sitting on gold coins! You can’t get rid of your pot of gold because you don’t know how to use it!”

Vorgell blinked at the little guy’s rage, struggling to see past the fact that Madd looked unbearably cute when he gestured and paced and sputtered. So cute Vorgell wanted to push him against the moldy wall and silence him with kisses while he pushed his cock against that delectable, lithe body. He fought to keep focus as his cock stiffened to full engorgement.

“I can do magic?”

Madd rolled his eyes. “No. You fucking are magic. Like a unicorn. Your blood, your bones, every living part of you, is filled with the shit.” He sighed. “Why the hell do you think I bit you in the tower, except to get at the magic? Or sucked your cock just now? Which, by the way,” he added, “I don’t plan on doing regularly.”

“But you’re good at it. And, well, I thought—” But then he realized he hadn’t been thinking for some days. It was time to start doing it. “So you are using me?”

Madd looked him in the eye. “Yes. And you’re fortunate in that. Because although I’m not a particularly good magician, I’m much more ethical than the baron or his like. Or any of the Wizards’ Guild. That lot would be bleeding you by now and amputating toes to suck on for a little extra spell power.”

Vorgell considered this. He distrusted magic users. He also knew a thing or two about unscrupulous men and could be one himself when the situation demanded. He hadn’t carried Madd away from their prison out of gratitude, but for purposes of ravishment. The latter still sounded like a good idea.



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Tali Spencer fell in love with writing at an early age and never stopped. Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and still loves to travel whenever she can. Her longest stint in one place was Milwaukee where she went to college and enjoyed a series of interesting careers including respiratory therapist, airport executive, and raising three surprisingly well-adjusted sons. She later married her true love and put down new roots in Philadelphia, where she lives in an ongoing Italian American family sitcom. At least she’s learned how make good pasta. When not writing, Tali reads everything from sweet goofy romances to Lebanese cookbooks, manages her fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.

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