Dominating Red Wolf

Dominating Red Wolf, is now up.

As a young college-age werewolf, and overall nice guy, Ryan has some difficulty adjusting to life with a pack. He’s enthralled with his soulmate Amber, the cute werewolf college-girl. But he’s torn by unwelcome arousal for his dark packmate, Scott. To make matters worse, their wealthy pack matriarch is intent on teaching him a lesson. Will he come to terms with his darkest desires?


Warning: this naughty 17k word novelete-length story is intended for adults only. Contains two bisexual werewolf college kids in love, a werewolf matriarch with a penchant for discipline, a sexy and sadistic werewolf with an eye on his inexperienced packmate, explicit sex, bdsm, a hard paddling, orgasm denial, a hot werewolf threesome, rough anal sex, and submission to dark hidden longings.


Excerpt:


“Scott is a friend,” Diana stated simply. Then a knowing grin tugged at her mouth. “He plays a poor submissive though, despite his desire to please me. But now things will be more interesting with a true submissive.”


"What? I'm not..." I looked to Amber for confirmation.


"You kind of are, Red." She smirked. "You're too much of a nice guy for a werewolf."


"I can be rough." My voice cracked and the words sounded hollow as they both stared at me like hungry predators. "You know, when we--"


“Only because I let you,” she interrupted. With a forceful kiss, she settled her hand on my crotch, teasing my arousal, and letting me know I’d lost the battle already. Then she traced her finger down my jawline and nibbled up to my ear. "I think we should put Di's theory to the test. Don't you?"


"I--ah." My body jerked as her hand gave my cock a playful squeeze. "Okay. What did you have in mind?"


Amber and Diana shared a pointed look that told me they’d been planning this all along.


"Now, Red..." Diana’s voice turned stern and mirth danced in her eyes. "Amber tells me that you've been neglecting your education."


Amber gave a solemn nod. "He failed a class last quarter."


Diana's eyes narrowed. Her gaze took on a look of authority, bringing back visions of school teachers from my past, whom I hadn't dared cross. I shrank back into the couch under its weight.


"I didn't fail. I got a D minus," I corrected, knowing it wouldn’t help at all.


I turned to Amber, searching her expression. But despite the hand on my crotch, gently groping me, there was no sympathy on her face. Even while juggling a full-time job, she was a stellar honor student, and still managed to spare time for me. She's enjoying this, I thought.


"Admit it, Red. You've been bad." Amber made a show of pretending to whisper into my ear, though her breathy voice carried loudly. "Maybe Scott had the right idea."


"He certainly did." Diana stood up and leaned close to me. "Now, pull down your pants and lay across Amber's lap."


Before I could utter a sound of protest, Amber's fingers were already working my fly open. My face flooded with fire and my cock rose to attention, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and wrestled them off my hips. With a look of resignation, I lifted my ass and let her pull my pants down to my knees.


I shot a sheepish glance at Amber. God, this is embarrassing. But she and Diana were into it, and it wasn't like they would actually hurt me. I had nothing to worry about except my own dignity, which was questionable lately--since my humiliating initiation into the pack. Alright, I'll try to have fun with it.


So with the cool air-conditioned atmosphere sending light shivers over my exposed backside, I arranged myself across Amber's lap. I gave my hips a playful shake and settled my hard cock against her thigh, then turned my flushed face to grin up at her.






Also Remade the cover for Taming Red Wolf:

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Slow Month, Longer Stories

It's going to be a little bit between stories but I've been working on longer stuff.

Sequel to Taming Red Wolf:  I'm 10,000 words in without two of the three sex scenes, one of which will be a threesome. Rough estimate is about 15,000 words total. This is currently my priority to get done but might be another week. Working title: Dominating Red Wolf.

Decided to dive into a novella/short novel length story of Alice in Wonderland retelling.  I ran into the same problem that Tim Burton did when he made the film for this; no prince charming.  So I wrote one in and tried to make him both likable and epic.  I'm about two thirds of the way through and 13,500 words in, again without sex scenes (four currently).  We'll see how it works out but I'm estimating another two to four weeks and 30-40k word length. Working title: Alice's Steamy Wonderland.

Cowgirl's Rough Ride: Double Down & Dirty

Cowgirl's Rough Ride: 

Double Down & Dirty 

(Western Erotic Tales: #3)

Is now *LIVE* on Amazon.

Brutal Bill and Tricky Jane search for answers, along with Bill's secretive associate, Gus. But loyalties will be tested when Jane and Gus find themselves thrown together by circumstances. Then Jane winds up captured and fearing the worst. How far will she go to get out of a deadly situation?


Warning: This rough and dirty 9,000 word story is intended for adults only. Contains a tough gunslinging heroine, saloon poker, menage (mfm), oral sex, spanking, rough anal sex, and a show busting rescue with the meanest bounty hunter in the west.




Excerpt:


"Hush up and do as he says, Jane," Gus said with a scowl. "They're trained military men but he can handle 'em. You can't."


Then she heard the thunder of hooves, and the cavalry raced past them.


Anger stewed in her gut, followed by worry and shame. Flinging her hat on the ground, she dug her heel into the feathers, and glared at Gus. He shrugged, and turned away, heading for the other exit to the alley.


She hated being treated like horse-flesh about as much as she hated fearing for Bill's life. But she swallowed her emotions, and grudgingly followed the bartender with her fists clenched.


As the two snuck out from between the buildings, she spied a lone pinto mare tied up next to white tent. When they approached, the flap flew open, and a man in glasses poked his head out. Gus touched the double barrels to the man's nose, and plopped the sack on the ground.


"I'm buying your horse, mister," Gus said as he reached into the pack, and produced a handful of cash.


The man nodded with his eyes wide, timidly accepting the payment. It was enough to buy two horses, and then some. Hopefully it kept the man's mouth shut.


She untied the horse, and Gus swung up into the saddle. Pulling Jane up behind him, he secured the bag under a tie, then kicked the horse into a full gallop. 


She searched the dark as the twinkling light of the town shrank from view. But she knew she wouldn't see the wagon. I sure hope he's ok, she thought. Sighing against Gus's broad back, she focused on holding on as the frills of her dress rippled in the wind. 


The moon slid over the night sky, and Gus eventually slowed the horse to a walk. 


"There's something that's been buggin' me, Gus," she murmured against his shirt.


"And what's that, Jane?" He asked dryly.


"As long as I've known Bill, with all we've been through, I don't hardly know much about either of you."


He glanced over his shoulder at her, his small hat covering his smooth head. She noticed he wasn't scowling under his thick mustache, and his eyebrows were raised. Looking forward again, he took a deep breath. "We're private men. It's not polite to ask about personal business."


"But Bill knows things about you that no one else does," she said. "And you know things about him."


His back tensed. "I'm not comfortable with the direction this conversation has taken."


"C'mon, Gus," she purred, moving a hand down to his crotch. 


He jumped in the saddle, and grabbed her wrist, placing it back up higher on his body. "Hey now, Tricky Jane. I'm not looking to make Bill mad."


"Why would it make him mad? I'm not his girl." It was her turn to scowl. "He said so when we first met."


"There's a lot of things you don't know about him." Gus cleared his throat. In the dim light of the moon, she saw the skin on his neck turning a shade darker.


"So tell me, then." Her hand trailed back down to his pants, and she deftly unbuckled his belt with her fingers. 


She knew it would hurt Bill's feelings but she was still angry about how he'd just left her in Gus's care. Plus she wanted to hear more about his past. And who better to pump information from than his closest friend.