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Showing posts with label Last Call Europe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Last Call Europe. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Excerpt: Last Call Europe: Devil's Advocate

Here's a sexy, adult excerpt from Devil's Advocate!

Blurb:

Tiger shifters Mya and David have a problem. Every time Mya gets aroused, it wakens a beast within her that threatens to overpower her tiger. Unable to consummate their marriage with a proper mating, they turn in desperation to the Last Call, looking for a demon to undo the curse that afflicts her.

Jedidiah Wormwood Worth is a powerful demon and at the top of his field. He's not only a devious trickster who will rob you of your soul, he's also a successful attorney for the underworld -- the real underworld. When he sees the straitlaced shifters at the Specialty Bar, he knows that they'll be his. What he doesn't realize is that by the time the night ends, his heart will belong to them.

Devil's Advocate: Sex for a service, damnation not included.


Excerpt:


“What is it?”

David was curled protectively around his wife; both were naked and lovely in the soft light of the room. Jedidiah settled into a wing chair and stretched his legs.

“Your lovely little wife harbors a hellhound.”

“What?” David sat up; his face looked pale in the golden light of the room. She slept on, deeply and soundly.

“A hellhound. You know, all muscles and teeth and an insane drive to maim and kill. Thankfully, I’m not unfamiliar with the species.”

Under his deeply tanned skin, David went pale. He held her tightly to his body.

“In all truth, it’s a miracle that nothing tragic has occurred this past year. Given the rather savage nature of tiger shifters, combined with the combustive fury of a hellhound, the two of you have been fortunate.”

“How did you control it?”

Jedidiah dropped his chin to his chest, eyeing the couple with a good deal of residual lust. He hadn’t climaxed during their little exploration; indeed, it would have been unwise to have allowed himself that little loss of control. But still… he flexed the muscles of his groin, enjoying the heated power of his erection.

“I’m a demon. We are the natural masters of the hounds. The beast recognized my dominance.”

“Then perhaps we shouldn’t go any further… it might not be safe.”

“Cheap attempt to avoid paying?” He lifted a brow in question.

“No… no, we’d release you from your end of the agreement.”

“Too late for that, David. Besides, how will you feel if one day the two of you succumb to your not inconsiderable libidos, and your wife forces you to kill her?”

“That wouldn’t happen!” David’s voice held a distinct, angry hiss. He pushed himself upright, his back against the massive headboard of the bed.

“That will happen. I agreed to help, you agreed to share…” He tapped a finger against his lips. “And don’t deny how this situation heats the blood in your veins. Don’t pretend you haven’t wondered how I’d taste in your mouth.” Jedidiah sat up and leaned forward. “I know damn well you’ve been imagining pushing into her body, your cock separated from mine by just the tiniest margin of flesh.”

“Bastard!”

He chuckled. “Most likely I am. But only if you accept that the Father of All Things committed such gross infidelity.”

David looked away, but Jedidiah didn’t miss the gleam of laughter in his eyes. It seemed the young tiger didn’t hold a grudge. It was a nice change. Jedidiah spent the majority of his life guarding his back from dagger blows and artfully tossed spells. Demonkind had been known to carry out feuds for centuries. It was rather lovely to relax without the fear of having his throat slit.

“You didn’t climax.”

“No, David, I didn’t. It seemed best that the moment belong to the two of you.”

“Thank you. That was kind.”

The words rested heavy in the air between them.

“Shall I…” David flushed and cleared his throat. “I can bring you. I’m not unwilling.”

Jedidiah smiled at the surge of arousal that hardened his cock even more. His hand dropped to his shaft, stroking the length. “I’ve been riding the edge for a while now. I can wait a bit longer.”

The tiger ignored him. David nimbly crossed over his wife’s still form on the bed and glided across the room, a vision of wild beauty. Without breaking eye contact, he dropped to his knees and rested his hands on the inside of Jedidiah’s thighs, spreading them slightly.

“If the rest of the night continues as it started, you and I will need our control. You can’t do that if you’re edging.”

“You’d be surprised what I can do, David.” Involuntarily, he reached out, stroking the shifter’s silky hair with the tips of his fingers. “I once encountered a tiger in the wild. It was black with yellow stripes. I’d never seen anything like it before.”

“That color has been long extinct.” David reached up and unbuckled the narrow leather belt that encircled Jedidiah’s waist. Next came the button and zipper. “My color is quite rare as well.”

“Blue?” He jerked involuntarily as David’s warm hand encircled his cock.

“Black. Pure, unrelieved black. My stripes look purple in the sun.” He stroked gently, studying Jedidiah’s long, thick cock.

“Were you expecting something exotic? Horns, hooves and a tail perhaps? I can arrange that.”

“You just look… normal. Big, but pretty normal.” His hand stroked the length of the demon’s shaft. “Here, let’s get these trousers off.”

Jedidiah lifted his hips and allowed the tiger to take charge.

“Before the night is over, I’d like to see your animals. Black and golden. I’m amazed to have fallen into such exquisite company.” He sighed once the clothing was away from his skin. David knelt back a bit, surveying his body.

“You’re quite lovely to look at. I’m still surprised.”

“I do have horns. Would you like to see them?” He allowed the small, hooked bones to emerge from his forehead. They were barely noticeable behind the curls that flopped over his eyebrows. “That’s about the extent of my evil appearance.”

His hips bucked slightly as David’s warm mouth covered his cockhead, his tongue lightly playing over the exquisitely sensitive glans. The tiger let him loose, gazing up at him from the floor.

“I’ve always thought that demons were rather horrific.”

Jedidiah laid his head against the velvet back of the chair. “That’s a defense mechanism. You’ll find that the more powerful demons are quite ordinary in appearance. We don’t need… oh, fuck, that’s good… tricks to frighten people.”

A warm hand cupped his balls, rolling and massaging them gently. He draped a hand over his chest, rubbing his nipples. “Like the vampire, we work with charm and charisma…”

With a grunt, he shuddered at the sensation of his cock hitting the back of David’s throat. He palmed the tiger’s head gently, running his fingers through his hair. David stopped for a moment, wetting a finger. When his mouth dropped to Jedidiah’s balls, his finger pressed for entry into the demon’s ass.

“Oh… yes…” Jedidiah wondered if steam was rising from his skin… he was that hot. The tiger was certainly not a stranger to men. His finger found the gland and gently massaged it. When a curved claw emerged from that buried finger, Jedidiah nearly went off.

“You like that touch of pain?” David rested his chin on Jedidiah’s thigh, and he looked up at him, a slightly wicked smile on his face.

“Danger…” he choked out. “I’m a bit of a fear junkie. I trust you, but after all, you are a wild animal by nature.” He panted, his chest rising and falling like that of a winded racehorse.

The claw retracted, and Jedidiah moaned.

“Leave your finger there. Make me come…”

David looked up and their gazes locked. Slowly, he returned to the demon’s swollen shaft. Deliberately, he licked the pre-come that was glistening on his glans. He took long, wet licks up the length of Jedidiah’s shaft, pumping with his hand at the base.

Jedidiah began to thrust against the warm, strong hand and mouth, gripping his ass on the finger that was in such a delicious position. His balls grew tight, his entire body flexed and he gasped. His seed jetted from his body, into David’s mouth, over his chin and lips. Each spasm was delicious torture, especially with the firm pressure on his prostate.

When he had nothing left to ejaculate, he shivered through several dry spasms. Down there, David was busy licking and nuzzling his softening cock, catching every drop of semen that had escaped him. The sensation nearly made him hard again.

“Lovely. That was lovely, David. Thank you.” He stroked the tiger’s hair, ran a finger down the strong angles of his face. “And thank you, Mya, for watching with such fervor.”

David whirled, mortified embarrassment on his face. “Mya!” He turned back to Jedidiah, anger in his face. “How long did you know she was watching?”

“Right from the start, kitten.” He smiled and glanced over at the woman on the bed. “And if I’m not mistaken, we’re about ready to start our little party once again.”


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Thursday, January 28, 2010

New Cover! Devil's Advocate!

Isn't this just yummy? Last Call Europe: Devil's Advocate will be available Feb. 5 at Changeling Press! Read on for an excerpt!

TITLE: Last Call Europe: Devil’s Advocate

GENRE: Paranormal, Bisexual Menage

RELEASE DATE: February 5, 2010

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BLURB:


Tiger shifters Mya and David have a problem. Every time Mya gets aroused, it wakens a beast within her that threatens to overpower her tiger. Unable to consummate their marriage with a proper mating, they turn in desperation to the Last Call, looking for a demon to undo the curse that afflicts her.

Jedidiah Wormwood Worth is a powerful demon and at the top of his field. He's not only a devious trickster who will rob you of your soul; he's also a successful attorney for the underworld -- the real underworld. When he sees the straitlaced shifters at the Specialty Bar, he knows that they'll be his. What he doesn't realize is that by the time the night ends, his heart will belong to them.

Devil's Advocate: Sex for a service, damnation not included.



EXCERPT:

Jedidiah Wormwood Worth scanned the room, taking a deep breath. He sorted the psychic fragrances of the room like an elderly woman arranging the colorful threads of her embroidery. To one side were the bitter, dark scents of those who were close to the edge, ripe and ready for temptation. On the other side of the spectrum were the sweet, bright tastes of the truly good. The rest played like a symphony over his palette, so full of potential and challenge.

But Jedidiah wasn’t here to work tonight. After all, even angels and demons needed the occasional night off.

He flicked a spot of lint from his impeccable Savile Row suit and removed his fedora, setting it to the side of an unoccupied table. His Burberry trench coat had been safely checked in the coat room. He tapped a manicured nail on the table as the waitress took his order.

There was no doubt that the Last Call was the place to be for the paranormal set in London . He admired the toe of his polished wing tip and contemplated the prospects for the night.

“Vampires and werewolves and fairies, oh my.” Without looking, he handed a bill to the waitress and accepted his drink, sipping at the smooth whisky in the glass. Why bother with all those silly mixed concoctions when a man could have the water of life? It was one of the higher accomplishments of humanity.

The waitress hadn’t moved, so he sighed in annoyance.

“Hello Shelly.”

“Good evening, Jedidiah.” Uninvited, she slid into the chair across from him. In the dim light of the bar, her red hair glowed like fire. Her smile was false and fierce; the tips of her fangs glinted past ruby lips. She was head of security here at the Last Call, and more than capable of drop kicking his sorry ass out the front door.

“I’m here for leisure tonight, so no secret meetings; no contracts in blood.” He sipped the whisky and caught a glimpse of a couple over her shoulder. They were a stunning Yin and Yang image; the man was dark to her ivory pale coloring. Lovely. He shifted, letting his trousers caress his balls.

Too steeped in innocence, but they were damned alluring.

“Just checking, Councilor. Last time you were here, you left a bit of chaos in your wake.”

“Just enforcing a contract. I have my boss and you have yours. That vampire had passed his expiration date. If I hadn’t gathered him, you’d have had a blood bath on your hands.”

She smiled sweetly. “We did have a blood bath on our hands, darling. You tore him to pieces, and in the process, destroyed half the bar.”

He cocked a brow. “But no lives were lost save his, Shelly. He was fleeing his contract, and the breech was tearing his soul from his body. I averted a catastrophe. As per your request, I’ve never returned until now. My exile from the Last Call is at an end.”

She sighed in disgust. Under that facade, he scented discomfort and a tinge of fear.

“Don’t worry, my dear; that one made his deal with the devil long before he was turned. You’re simply a vampire.”

“Simply a vampire, eh?”

“You aren’t evil, in spite of your wicked packaging.” He looked at the vampire steadily. “The most evil men and women can wrap their vile intentions in charitable disguise, my dear. Never forget that.”

Her smile was dangerous, but she scooted her chair back and rose. “No trouble tonight, Jedidiah. Do you promise?”

He raised two fingers. “Scout’s honor. I’m simply taking a day off.”

She cast him a final look before leaving. “I know you’re big shit in the underworld, Jed, but here you’re just a demon like all the others. The rules here apply to you.”

He grinned and stretched, seeing a couple demons at the edge of the dance floor; they were eyeing him like he was some sort of celebrity. They’d probably ask for his autograph before the evening was out. It was hard not to preen.

“I promise to be a good little demon, Shelly.”

“And I know you’re twisting your words, Jed. It’s bad enough that you’re a fucking demon, but you’re a lawyer too. Say what I need to hear, Councilor.”

His smile became wicked, and Jed fiddled with the hat on the table. His small, curved horns emerged, and he allowed a bit of red to seep into his eyes.

“Shelly, I promise that I am here for drinks, music and company. I am not here to hunt. I will abide by the rules of Last Call.” He glanced up at her face, seeing a look of disbelief lingering there. “Besides, even I can’t violate the wards that protect your clients.”

“Try telling that to Antonio.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s thinking of that even now. He’ll have plenty of time in Hell to cogitate on his wrongdoings.” Jedidiah glanced back out to the dance floor, watching his little vanilla couple with appreciation. The man was wearing a black silk shirt and dress pants; she was wearing a vintage Laura Ashley frock. The prim and proper style looked good on her.

When the music stopped, they parted quickly, as though they’d burned one another, and returned to their table. Her fair cheeks were flushed, and the man’s groin swelled behind the zipper of his slacks. When she turned her head, a reddish gleam burned in her eyes.

Interesting.

Jedidiah finished his whisky and didn’t even notice that Shelly had left his table.