Sturgis Rally Riders Series

   

Runaway Virgin

Neva Falk has spent her life beneath the loving thumb of a police chief father and four overprotective brothers. Seizing a chance to escape, she runs across the country to the motorcycle rally in Sturgis, South Dakota, where bikes roll and freedom rocks. Neva’s mission? Lose her virginity to someone who can stand up to the men in her family even if she has no intention of ever introducing him to Daddy and the boys.

Grant Larson wants the innocent hottie behind the bar. How could he resist when she asks him to give her a ride?

 

 

Whipped Puppy

Katalina Ferth desires sensual release and a sweet pet to train, one that will obey her every command, but the sexy singer she stumbles upon might be more than she can control. Still, she cannot resist the chance to make him quiver beneath her touch.

Desire for the dark-haired beauty who offers to teach him how to be a good sub sends shivers through John, but her demands unsettle him more than he cares to admit. Left with nowhere to run and nothing to hide behind except the power of her gentle command, can he be all that she needs without losing himself, or will he become nothing more than a temporary plaything to be left behind with the rally rubbish?

 

 Public Adoration

Jonas Wright wants his wife back in his arms and in his bed where she belongs. Grief and weight gain have skewed her body image until she cannot see the sexy woman he desires with his every breath. Nearly out of time and out of options, he risks losing her forever in a desperate, public attempt to show her how gorgeous she still is. If it takes the groans of strangers to make her realize the truth, so be it, as long as she offers her soft body to only him.

 

Beautiful Ink

Too many days of living on soda and energy drinks have left Ink Monroe too keyed up to sleep. She needs a good ride to release her sexual tension so she can get some rest, but when the perfect hottie turns her down flat, she’s too pissed to keep looking.

Hooking up with a stranger is not Jet Ryan’s style but when he rescues the beautiful tattoo artist from the groping hands of a drunk, his personal boundaries fall to a desire to make her scream. He just needs to get past her anger, prove he’s not a serial killer, and show her what letting go is all about.

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I am flattered to have my characters, Daniel and Jagger appear in Deanna Wadsworth's 1NS "Accidentally Beautiful" from Decadent Publishing. It was fun to glimpse the guys through someone else's eyes. Deanna writes sizzling m/m with heat and heart. Martin is as endearing as Garret is dynamic and the combination will melt your heart and get your juices flowing. The sexy Irish subbie and his hot Dom are perfect as we head into St. Patrick's Day.

Blurb:

Martin Baird is perfectly content in his safe, predictable job as head concierge for Castillo Resorts, but when a handsome stranger whisks him away for a night of tropical escapades—first visiting an isolated gay bar then to a secluded beach where erotic delights await—Martin’s world is thrown upside down. He’s never met a man like Garret Fisher, but it seems he has been waiting for a night like this all his life.

Could something truly beautiful come out of this accidental meeting? Or was it really not an accident at all?

Excerpt:


I’ve lost my bleeding mind.

Perhaps there was an ancient fairy knoll in Grand Turk, like the ones Da wove tales about, where babies were swapped for changelings and the spirits of the Fae bent people to their will. Surely a mystical influence reigned, leading Martin to follow this Garret on a mysterious journey.

Bloody hell, I almost called him “sir” and we haven’t even been properly introduced!

On cue, Garret extended a hand and Martin took it. That hand wrapped around his, similar in size, but worn and rough. Electric sensations ran through his blood at the lightly calloused fingers. This man did not sit around being idle. “Garrett Fischer.”

“Martin Baird.”

“Nice to meet you, Marty.”

He should correct him—he hated being called Marty—but Garret had not let go, his playful gaze rendering him unable to assert himself. He swallowed hard, envisioning those palms running over his body with deep appreciation, stroking his budding erection, caressing his ass, parting him…spanking him? Shite!

He dropped Garret’s hand at once, cheeks reddening.

Grinning, Garret returned to making the drink, his cocky demeanor a solid indicator he knew where Martin’s thoughts had wandered. Damn Jagger for putting those ideas into his head—and awakening ones he’d 

not entertained in a long time. Then again, maybe Garret Fischer held all the blame.

When Garret presented the cocktail—an illicit-looking, frothy, white concoction which again had Martin’s mind going to places it shouldn’t—he placed both arms wide on the bar, waiting for a reaction.

“Slainte.” Martin raised the drink to his lips, and the creamy, sweet beverage went down smooth. The alcohol warmed his blood but the intense way Garret studied him brought him to a full boil.

“Well?”

He placed the glass down, hand shaking. “Quite good. Not too sweet, either.”

“Glad you like it, Marty.” Garret leaned forward. “Here. You have something….”

Before Martin saw it coming, a masculine thumb brushed across his lower lip. A visceral reaction shot molten fire through his center and he gasped. When Garret slipped that thumb between supple lips to suck away any residue of alcohol, Martin swore his cock grew two inches.

Garret pulled his thumb out of his mouth ever so slowly, purposefully. His green eyes, full of wicked promise behind those glasses, never left Martin’s. “Delicious.”

Six Sentence Sunday - M/M

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Blurb - Mountain Claiming. When Madame Eve and her One Night Stand offer a chance at escape, Daniel Long runs toward the hope of a future without repression. Everything on the island steals his breath including the gorgeous hotel owner, Jagger Castillo. Daniel quickly discovers he’s out of bondage and way out of his comfort zone.

Jagger and Daniel meet on Grand Turk for a 1 Night Stand up by Madame Eve. At this point, they have retired to Daniel's room to explore the night's possibilities. 

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO: THIS SUNDAY'S SIX

With an irrepressible grin, he reentered the main room.

Daniel knelt on the floor, naked, head down hands clasped behind his back. He looked gorgeous, a sculpture done in milk chocolate. So perfect and so wrong. The sight pissed Jagger off. He set the basket on a nearby table and stopped in front of his fantasy with a growl. “Want to tell me what the hell you’re doing?”