Musical Monday - Special Guitars and Family sale with Exclusive Excerpts

 

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One of the things that’s been an almost constant theme in both Guitars and Cages and now Guitars and Choices, is the idea of the hero’s journey. While Asher may seem like a very unlikely hero, and in fact would consider there to be absolutely nothing heroic about himself, he really is the driving force that brings the family back together in Guitars and Cages and keeps them together as the story continues.

Flawed, bent, a little bit broken, Asher loves his family fiercely, despite what they might do to one another and to him. In fact, one of the biggest conflicts, for him, is how to remain loyal to all of them without taking sides and ultimately, losing one of them in the process. Loss scares him, he’s seen enough of it and so he holds tight even when maybe he should back away, and in dealing with older brother, Cole, he gets a bit burned for it, time and time again. In Guitars and Choices, he finally begins to step away from that, mostly because he has a great support system to show him how a loving family should function and how not to end up ripping one another apart even when they disagree. He’s also coming to see the importance of living his life openly and honestly, and with Conner by his side, there is so much growth in Guitars and Choices that I can’t wait for readers to see where he’s at by the end of the novel.

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😭Need a Good Cry? 😭 😿Readers have labeled Guitars and Cages an Ugly Cry book! 😿 🎼Asher is a mess! 🎸 🩵A scarred, beautiful, disaster of a wretch💙 ‍🔥 You’ll hate him before it’s through.💞 But you’ll fall in love with him too. ❤️ 😹You may even cry WITH him and cheer for him to get his happy ending. 🌈 💔Watch him try to resist the love his heart longs for.❤️‍🩹

Guitars and Cages: Asher Logan is a bartender and a pretty wicked guitar player, when he isn’t wrecking his hands fighting in a cage. With a past he keeps hoping to outrun, Asher’s been on a downward spiral for longer than he can remember. When his sister-in-law leaves Rory, his eight-year-old nephew, in his care, Asher is forced into two things he’s never been good at: sobriety and responsibility. As he struggles to care for Rory, his own life begins to unravel.

When Asher’s brother, Alex, turns up, presenting as a girl and announcing her new name is Alexia, it further complicates matters, as does the arrival of his new neighbor, Conner. When the siblings’ older brother, Cole, reacts violently to Alexia, Asher is placed squarely in the middle of a family conflict which compels him to confront who he pretends to be versus who he really is. Asher must choose who to trust and who to finally walk away from. Warning: Self-harm, suicidal ideology, transphobia, accident/injury/death, cage fighting, fire, attempted suicide, threats of violence, dysfunctional family, mentions of past trauma, abusive parent (past)

Guitars and Cages can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJYPXPQR

Excerpt from Guitars and Cages:

“Uncle Asher, Uncle Asher!”

Oh God, one more hour of rest, please, is that too much to ask? One more hour, and then I swear, I’ll get up and take the kid to the park or the zoo or the aquarium or the movies or wherever the hell it is that he’s gonna beg for me to take him today. I’ll get him McDonald’s, an ice-cream sundae, a slice of his favorite pizza, anything for sixty more minutes of sleep. And yet still the bouncing continued, as well as the loud repeating of my name. Apparently, silence wasn’t making the point and the kid wasn’t gonna go away without some sort of verbal acknowledgement from me. I groaned, and he began his singsong chant again. When the hell did they grow outta that shit, anyway?

“Uncle Asher, Uncle Asher, Uncle Asher, Uncle Asher!”

Every word punctuated with a bounce, goddammit all; whoever said you had to die to be in hell was a bloody fool.

“Rory!” I roared, realizing as he toppled from the bed and landed on the floor with a thud that I’d likely scared the hell out of him.

Silence, oh blessed, blessed silence.

“Uncle Asher?” he asked hesitantly now, and much, much quieter. I groaned, as the silence had been far too fleeting.

“Rory, is the apartment on fire?” I asked, refusing to pull the pillow away from my face and acknowledge the sunlight that I knew was shining into the room.

“No.”

“Are the cops at the door?”

“No,” he responded with a bit of a sigh.

“Is the whor... err, my girlfriend at the door?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t caught my little slip.

“Uh-uh,” he said solemnly. Well, that was a good thing, anyway; I was beginning to not be as fond of her as I’d once been.

“So, is the Super at the door demanding rent?” I asked, figuring that was a bit of a long shot since I’d paid the rent at the start of the week.

“Nope,” he said, and I could feel him climb up and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Has the zombie apocalypse started?”

“Uhh no, but wouldn’t that be awesome?”

I chuckled into the pillow. Awesome wasn’t quite the word I’d use, but hell, if several people I knew managed to get themselves turned into walking corpses at the very least I could shoot them in the head and actually get away with it.

“Have aliens landed on the roof?” I asked him, and now he was laughing.

“Don’t they only land in cornfields?” he replied, and I groaned and let out a long-suffering sigh.

“So let me get this straight. There’s no mass hysteria, no flames, no one at the door, and no zombies on the streets, and yet you’re waking me up a whole hour before I told you it was okay?”

“Well, yeah, but you gotta get up or you’re gonna be in trouble,” Rory said in a quiet voice that sort of scared me. It certainly got the pillow from over my face, and I opened my eyes, blinking at the soaking-wet form of him sitting on my bed. Why was he soaking wet and fully dressed and getting water all over the place? And did I really want to know?

“What did you do?” I groaned. I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know, a voice inside my head practically screamed as I could hear what sounded like running water hitting the floor in the other room. I threw the sheet aside and bolted toward the sound—too fast, because as soon as I hit the next room I went skidding across the damned linoleum floor and crashing into the kitchen cupboards.

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Guitars and Choices: Staying in the city could cost him his life but going home means facing a buried past and truths long hidden. Asher Logan has been a lot of things: runaway, guitarist, cage fighter, and cowboy, but the one thing he’s always avoided was being a father to his young son. Now faced with returning to his family's ranch, he’s forced to deal with the knowledge that the move would put him right down the road from Shawn. Still, it’s better than staying in the city, with drunken, bitter older brother Cole, whose anger and prejudices have made him difficult to be around.

Add in the fact that Asher’s new boyfriend, Conner, is eager to make the move with him, and there’s little argument that he can make against it. But returning home means facing demons, and the barn he’s avoided since the day his father caught him and his first love together in the hay. Speaking of his father, when the old man finds out Asher is back, he knows it will only be a matter of time before he demands Asher come to the prison to see him. Moving means facing a buried past and truths long hidden, but staying in the city isn’t good for anyone, least of all Asher’s young nephew, Rory. It’s a hard road to face, filled with tough choices, and an old secret that just might provide more questions than answers. Warning: Self-harm/suicidal ideology, accident/near drowning, mentions of death/grief, dysfunctional family, and transphobia

Guitars and Choices can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BLJ2Q7QK

Excerpt from Guitars and Choices:

“You worry too much,” Asher whispered to Conner, whose plate was piled high with a little bit of everything.

Conner chuckled. “When it comes to you, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Asher grumbled as he popped the tab on his soda and took a long drink. The cold felt good on his parched throat.

Rory was dismantling his cheeseburger, so Asher reached over and put it back together.

“Come on, I like it that way,” Rory protested.

“And that’s fine at home, where we can chuck you in the shower after you’ve covered yourself in ketchup and pickle juice. Unless you wanna take a bath in the duck pond, you’ll keep it all together.”

“Fine.” Rory pouted until Alexia reached over and tousled his hair; then he was all flailing hands and squeals of protest as he tried to brush it back down.

Asher grinned. “Now you look like a porcupine.”

Scowling at his uncle, Rory gave up trying to fix his hair. His eyes lit up as they landed on the can of whipped cream sitting in a bowl of ice on the table. Before anyone could stop him, he’d snatched it up and sprayed Asher, leaving his face a sticky mess. Silence descended over the table for half a second, before everyone cracked up.

“Now you look like a, um….” Rory turned to Alexia. “What was that monkey we saw at the zoo?”

“Saki monkey,” Alexia told him, nearly falling out of her chair. “And you do, Asher, oh my God, I wish I had my sketchbook.”

A couple of subtle clicks told him that sketchbook or no, this moment would not be soon forgotten. Asher blinked and reached up to wipe his face, only to have Conner catch his hand and stop him.

Conner ran a finger through the sticky cream on Asher’s cheek, then sucked it from his finger. “You make a good dessert.”

Asher’s eyes widened and he felt his neck flush. Suddenly it was far too warm for a fall day and his jeans were feeling too tight.

Conner smiled and dipped a paper towel in a Dixie cup of water to wipe off the remaining mess.

“Now you’re helpful,” Asher muttered, but held still and let Conner finish cleaning him up. Not like he really wanted to move; he was waiting for his jeans to feel less restricting, shocked that such a simple act had affected him so much. Of course, it was hard for him to look at Conner at all without feeling some level of desire.

Musical Monday: Who do you think you are?

 

On this musical Monday, I'd like to take you back to Rocktoberfest 2022 and my Rockstar Romance Bleeding Dawn. 

Identical in appearance, twins Winter and Tripp are as different as night and day when it comes to everything but the music they’ve spent the bulk of their lifetimes composing. Now they’ve attained the fame they always hoped for, and it’s as empty and meaningless as the remains of route 66, and about as broken too. Would help if Winter could see it. Tripp’s sure he’ll lose his shit completely the next time some random groupie leaps on the hood of his car and begs to take a selfie, but to Winter, every night is a party, he lives for the crazy hookups, lives for the crazy, period.

Another place they differ.

Tripp would kill for one season to slow down. Just three months where he and Zakk could melt into obscurity and be whomever they wanted, together. Only Zakk’s band, Tattered Angel, is on fire too and it’s starting to seem like the music he’s always loved is hell-bent on keeping him from exploring love of a different kind. Last year’s Rocktoberfest was an amazing triumph, this year, it’s starting to feel like the road to the desert is burning him alive.

Would be so easy to slip off across the sand, melt into a dune on the back of some strange, psychedelic serpent, never to be heard from again. If only there was a way to ensure Zakk took that last ride with him.

Bleeding Dawn is part of the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your kindle, and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!

Warning: Illness, drug/alcohol use, accident/vehicle crash, and the general behavior rockers get up to.

Bleeding Dawn can be found here!

His first thought was that he needed to track Winter down and fix it, his second, was to wonder who the fuck Dez thought he was, to be lecturing him on shit after what Tripp had read while he’d been stuck at the Bismarck Airport.

“Maybe you should work your own shit out, before you stick your nose in someone else’s,” Tripp snapped as he jerked his phone out of his pocket and flipped through it, finding the article he was after and turning it so Dez could see.

Tripp knew what the headline said, the speculation about the woman draped all over Riley in the photos that accompanied it, including one where she was sitting in his lap, his arms around her as she looked to be kissing his neck.

Tripp waited for Dez to lose his shit with a sick sense of anticipation he wasn’t exactly proud of. He expected embarrassment, sputtered attempts at an explanation, not….snickering?

What the actual fuck?

When those snickers gave way to laughter and Dez using the wall to hold himself up, Tripp was certain he’d just fallen headlong into the Twilight Zone.

“What the fuck is so god damned funny this early in the day?” Riley grumbled as he stuck his head out in the hallway, took one look at Tripp and rolled his eyes. “Oh, you.”

Tapping Dez on the shoulder only got him to turn his laughter and the phone Riley’s way.

“What are you trying to do, laugh him off the doorstep?” Riley asked, taking the phone when Dez nearly dropped it and his pants.

“He thinks….you two…are seein’…each….other…” Dez choked out in between wheezes.

Riley’s giggles when he saw the photos were as unexpected as Dez’s reaction, only now he was hollering over his shoulder to Zakk, who sounded sleepy, drunk and grumpy as he came shambling to the doorway, looking every bit as rumpled as Dez and Riley did.

“Why ya gotta be so fuckin’ loud, bru?”

And there was the pretty little bun on the shitburger sandwich his day had turned into. Drunken fuck’ Zakk, who crashed into Riley and the door before spotting Tripp standing there and giving him a little wave.

“Can I talk to you?” Tripp pleaded, desperately hoping there was some shred of comprehension left in Zakk’s booze-soaked brain, or he’d have come all this way for nothing.

“You gotta see this!” Riley declared at the same time, thrusting the phone in front of Zakk’s face and blocking his view of the desperate, pleading look Tripp was shooting him. “He thinks I’m cheating on Dez…. with your sister!”

There was no reason for Riley to say that last word so loud, no reason for the three of them to go absolutely batshit crazy with the laughter either, but there they were, slapping their knees, grabbing on to one another, Dez’s pants around his ankles now as they howled like manic coyotes at his expense.

Fury and humiliation surged through him as he snatched the phone from Zakk’s hand. “You can all go to hell!”

Whirling around, he stalked to the elevator, kicking himself the whole way for ruining things with Zakk and wishing he could kick them for not letting him fix it. Punching the button several times in the unrealistic hope that it could make the doors open faster, Tripp never expected any of them to stop him, let alone the person doing it to be Dez, who caught him by the arm and looked ready to throw down if Tripp decided to take a swing at him.

“You shouldn’t leave without telling him what you came here to say,” Dez said. “Don’t you think he deserves an apology at least?”

Sunday Snippet: Little and Lethal!

 

Mission completed, information extracted and passed along to those who could dismantle the brothel the way Cosmo had taken apart the tiger he’d caught. A murder of crows, an army of fire ants, and an untold number of rats would feast on the pieces for a while. He’d scattered them over dozens of miles in the thickest, most wooded areas he could access. Now he was just exhausted and in desperate need of a diversion until he could tuck the images away in a place where they wouldn’t haunt him.

It was getting harder to do on his own, which was exactly why he’d dressed in a brown fuzzy crop top with matching hood and brown boy shorts with a small tail resembling that of a bear cup on the rear. His hood even had rounded off bear ears on the top. His cat had gotten a great deal of amusement out of choosing that and wearing it where Gabai could see it, back when he was still getting giant hugs from the massive bear. It remained one of his favorite outfits even now that Gabai was mated and bearhugs were no longer on the menu at Little Paws Haven. Besides, there was an amazingly huge Rhino who not only knew how to hug the stuffing out of him, but was in need of some of the intel Cosmo had gathered. Bash would take his time getting it too, and let him use his body as his personal stuffy until he’d purged himself of the burdens and information he carried.

He was well aware of the fact that his bounces had lost their vigor and his smile was forced. His curls were messy and haphazardly brushed, one particularly errant one falling into his eyes as he skimmed the room for Bash, finally spotting him near a padded bench, about to tug Kit over his lap.

It took some careful maneuvering to weave around those who stood between him and his target, but he managed it for the most part, only crashing into one person, who reached to steady him, only to touch air when he’d deftly avoided the contact. He caught a glimpse of their face, one of the new guys, and a flash of frustration he gave little concern to as he slotted his body between Bash and Kit and batted his eyes up at the big Rhino.

“You promised to play with me,” he declared, pouting and giving Rhino his saddest look.

“So I did,” Bash declared, reading the moment correctly and giving Kit a little shrug. “Raincheck, Kit.”

“Yeah, sure, it’s all good,” Kit declared, melting into the crowd as Bash closed his arms around Cosmo and picked him up, carrying him against his shoulder towards the Littles playroom.

You got something for me? Bash thought to him.

Lots. 

Good deal.

Cosmo pressed his face against Bash’s shoulder and burrowed there all the way to the playroom, clinging as Bash got comfortable.

You’ve lost weight. You need to eat more. Jeb is bringing snacks over. I’m gonna feed ‘em to you while you fill me in. Bash informed him.

That was really good, because his tummy rumbled, reminding him that he’d forgotten to eat again.

There’s a pair of rhinos, young, captured and being held for auction. They’re trapped in their shifted forms. The tiger claimed not to know how that was done. He gave up the location, though. Cosmo conveyed as Bash held a tender chicken nugget to his lips. Humming contently, he accepted it and licked Bash’s fingers in thanks.

If they are the pair I’ve been hunting for, I’ll have some good news to convey to the family that’s been searching for them. Bash said.

I hope they are.

Me too.

More chicken was offered, and sips of creamy milk that left Cosmo purring and sleepy by the time his tummy was full. Bash seemed to understand that all he wanted was to nap wrapped in warm arms and continued to hold him long after he’d given up the location and the rest of the intel about the rhino pair he’d been able to gather. Sleep claimed him then, and he gave into it gratefully, falling limp against the firm form of his rhino friend.  

 MMM Paranormal Shifter Romance / Fated Mates / Daddy Kink / MC club / Two Sexy Daddy’s / One adorably lethal Little cat

Cosmo, a tiny black-footed cat, uses his Little persona to cope with the darker side of his lifestyle. Can his two fated mates see beyond the cute exterior before those hunting Cosmo succeed in their mission—to murder him?

Harley and Nomad, mates, in need of a place to lie low until the dust settles on their last shifter council operation, find their way to Cookietown. They apply and take the offer to run the local BDSM club, only Fate steps once more into their lives and they meet their third, Cosmo.

Cosmo feels the pull to the two large cats, but he’s uncertain they’ll accept him for who he really is. Problem, they aren’t his biggest concern, not by far. Secretly uncovering information on the shifter council, Cosmo doesn’t know who to trust with everything he’s discovered.

Through patience, threats, a near death experience, and an unforgettable spanking, the two cats finally win over Cosmo, only this is when their problems truly begin. The clock is ticking and the race to save the shifter community is on. Will they succeed or lose everything?

Little & Lethal (Book two of the Little Paws Haven Series) is a paranormal, fated mates, daddies/boy romance where two panthers learn small can be equally deadly.

Little and Lethal can be found here!

Summer Sizzler Sale: With a special snippet from each book.

🥰It started😍with Ajay's Secret,🤩 Then Shanny found 🤩 Love too, 😻 now it's Summer 💥 And Angel has 🔥 Found his special🌈 Someone in the 🌈 form of his best 💜 friend's brother. 🧡 Check out this 🩷 Sizzling Summer Sale💓 and see how four friends💗 Found their Forever loves.💖 One Week Only!

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$0.99 cent sale: A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret: Walker Remington hates the holiday season. He didn't always feel that way, but tragedy has a way of changing things and making a man bitter. Carols, lights, the sight of people with their packages and bags all tip him over into Bah Humbug mode, that is, until Ajay comes along. With his piercings and wildly colored hair, he is everything Walker is not. Young, fun-loving, and on the hunt for a Daddy, something Walker has been before, and longs to be again, if only he'll stop sabotaging every chance he's offered.

“Can I get you started with something to drink this evening?” The waitress asked, a small device about the size of a cellphone in her hand which had come to replace the traditional pad and pen.

“Three hot ciders, please,” Walker said, smiling warmly at her.

“I’ll be right back with them,” she declared before turning away.

“Thank you,” Walker called after her.

Okay, so that was another point in Walker’s favor. You could tell a lot about someone by the way they treated the servers when they were dining out, and Walker, despite whatever his day had been like, was clearly refusing to allow that to affect how he interacted with others.

Shanny nudged his shoulder, so Ajay glanced over to see him pointing at something on the menu.

“Wanna split it?”

“Yeah, that’ll work,” Ajay said.

“Please, don’t feel like you have to share a meal,” Walker told them. “There’s no need for that.”

Ajay glanced down at the table again, hesitant to say anything. Fortunately, Shanny saved him from having to say anything.

“The sandwiches here are way too thick for either of us to be able to finish, especially with soup,” Shanny explained. “Besides, we both love the turkey club, so it works out beautifully.”

Walker appraised him for a moment before nodding. “As long as you’re sure.”

“We are. Have you looked at us? We’re kinda on the small side. Neither one of us packs away very much.” Shanny said.

While Walker didn’t reply, he certainly took his time appraising them. “Seems to me like that would make both of you pretty fast, a good trait to have when playing paintball, I’m guessing.”

“Especially when we play against a Sasquatch like Tiny,” Shanny grumbled. “Once he manages to corner someone, that’s pretty much the end of any hope of making it out the victor. Our only hope is to run fast and find a small enough place to hide in until we can get the drop on him.”

“Oh man, I wish I had photos of this last game,” Ajay said, excitement surging through him. “We dug ourselves a snow trench and waited until he was almost on top of us to blast him. Sent him home covered in pink and neon blue.”

“He’s still got a bit in his hair,” Shanny remarked, laughing.

“You’ll have to take pictures next time, I’d love to see what you get up to,” Walker said, smiling directly at Ajay, who was suddenly struck with a wonderful idea.

“Or you could join us on Sunday and see for yourself. Afterward, you can join us for dinner if you’d like, Angel always makes something awesome.”

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever is set on the table as long as I’m enjoying the meal with you,” Walker said as he reached across the table and placed his hand over Ajay’s. “Just promise me one thing?”

“Sure,” Ajay said, gazing into his eyes and finding himself drawn to the open, hopeful expression there.

“You’ll teach this old man to use a paintball gun before you send me out to get splattered,” Walker said, chuckling as he reached and tucked a clump of Ajay’s hair behind his ear.

“I’ll do you one better…old man…and let you team up with me,” Ajay said, shooting him a teasing wink. “I promise I’ll keep you from getting too messy.”

A Little Christmas: Ajay's Secret

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$2.99 sale: Be My Little Valentine: Shanny's Surprise: Shanny is messy and a bit of a hot mess all the way around, but he's got an amazing group of friends who have been more family to him than the one he was born into ever was, though he longs for someone special who won't mind letting him be the kid he never got to be.

“What flavor jelly donut did you have?” Riggs asked.

“I wanted blueberry, but they were out so I got a lemon-strawberry, and it tasted just like strawberry lemonade,” Shanny said. “It was amazing with the Christmas cookie flavored cocoa I got.”

“That’s one I’ve never heard of before,” Riggs admitted.

“They’ve got a ton of unique flavors, and every cup is made from a cocoa bomb. It’s awesome. We don’t get to go there often but today we wanted to celebrate me not having to wear that sling anymore.”

“It was certainly news that warranted a special treat. I hope you ate all your supper after that.”

Shanny gave him a sheepish look and shrugged a little, ducking his head so he wasn’t maintaining eye contact. “Most of it.”

Riggs placed a finger beneath his chin and tilted his head up. “Most, huh? How much is most?”

“Everything but the peas. Blech! I don’t see why I had to have them on my plate in the first place, they just roll around getting into everything.”

“Maybe try mixing them in next time,” Riggs suggested. “That way you’re not just looking at the peas, you’re looking at the other stuff too.”

With a scrunched-up nose, Shanny swiveled enough to face him and stick his tongue out. The face he made was so amusing Riggs decided that it didn’t warrant a correction about being rude. In this case, it was clear that tongue wasn’t directed at him but thoughts about the meal, or more specifically, the peas that had been a part of it.

“Then all the food will taste like peas and be triple yucky,” Shanny said, his tone taking on the slightest hint of a whine. “I don’t even like it when they put them in fried rice, but no one lets me pick them out, so I switched to ordering noodles. No one puts peas in those.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Riggs warned. “One of these times you might find yourself at a place that adds sugar snap peas and then what do you plan to do?”

“Have a much easier time picking them out since they’re bigger,” Shanny shot back, having given thought to the prospect at some point to have such a ready answer.

“I see. It sounds like you have it all worked out.”

“The only thing they’re good for is launching with a Lego catapult, but Ajay and I aren’t allowed to do that anymore either.”

“Probably because you two chaos gremlins opened a can of them, poured them in a strainer to let the packing liquid drain out, then spread them out on a baking sheet and stuck them in the oven on the lowest setting to dry them out,” Tiny said as he stepped into the room.

Unlike the other night when he’d been in his leather pup gear, tonight he’d dressed in a soft, floppy-eared costume that still had some elements of Huskey to it. Oversized paws covered his hands and a long, bushy tail trailed out behind him, lightly swishing along the ground. The hood was positively adorable, leaving his face visible save for his nose, which was covered by a wraparound doggy one securely tied behind his head to keep it in place.  

“Absolutely adorable,” Riggs said once he’d taken in the full effect. “Someone’s looking soft and cuddly tonight.”

“I wanted pets,” Tiny declared.

“Then pets you shall get,” Riggs assured him as he lifted his arm out of the way so Tiny could settle in beside them. 

Be My Little Valentine: Shanny's Surprise

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$2.99 sale: A Daddy for Summer: Angel Who better than a professional project planner to help organize a community wide fundraising event?

It seems that Dion picked the perfect time to leave the corporate sector and return to his old neighborhood. His family's thriving restaurant is about to go mobile with the unveiling of a newly purchased food truck and the suggestion of new menu items provides the perfect theme for a series of tasting events. Coming home also means plenty of opportunities to spend time with his sister and her eclectic array of friends, including the exuberant Angel, who has captivated Dion since the first time they met through video chat.

“Exactly which version of toying with you would I be paying for?” Angel hissed, a long, shuddering moan escaping him. “The one about Love and Hip-Hop, or the one where I have you about to fuck me through the bed?”

 Mischievous little minx!

“Is that where you wanna be, face down with my cock inside of you?” Dion growled as all of Angel’s squirming just about pushed him to the breaking point.

The moment he tried to manhandle Angel where he wanted him, the lithe little menace hooked a heel behind his thigh and kept him pinned in place while continuing to roll his hips, grinding and damn near twerking while driving Dion batshit fuckin’ crazy.

“That would eventually be the end goal,” Angel admitted as he arched his back and used that heel he had braced against Dion’s thigh as leverage to roll his hips in a long, languid motion that left Dion groaning with desire. “But it will be so much more fun if we take our time getting there.”

“This doesn’t feel like taking our time,” Dion growled.

“It will,” Angel said, as he slid away and patted Dion’s arm. “’Cause I forgot to take a piss and now I gotta go!”

Dion turned him loose, laughing, then batting at the sheet Angel accidentally flipped over his head in his haste to scramble from the bed, ‘cause that had been him less than forty-five minutes ago. The slamming of the bathroom door prompted the slurred response of fuck quieter, from down the hall where Bella must not have been completely out of it yet because most times, she could sleep through anything. She’d been that way since she was a kid. Angel’s little otter lay tangled up now, almost on the edge of the bed, so Dion retrieved it for him and propped it up on Angel’s pillow, the little silver guitar pick tag catching his eyes, along with the inscription: The universe needs more joy. Out of curiosity, Dion flipped the tag over and sure enough there was a second inscription on the other side. Otters are joy + you’re our otter.

Awe.

Dion let the tag fall from between his fingers at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and pure joy, because that’s the only way he was going to be able to think of Angel from now on, came sliding back into bed with him to gather his stuffed otter in his arms and flop on his side, head on his pillow, but not before dropping what looked like a bar tab on Dion’s hip.

“What’s this?” Dion asked as he plucked it off the sheet, then squinted to try and read it in a mix of thin sunlight and the television’s glow.

“Read it,” Angel grumbled, a long sigh escaping him as he nudged the pillow a few times with his head, like he was trying to make the perfect imprint.

Like he hadn’t thought of that.

Keeping his snark to himself, since it truly seemed like Angel was finally about to crash after the night he’d had, Dion fumbled around to find his cellphone, unable to recall where he’d shoved it for a moment, before he nudged it with the edge of his hand.

Oh yeah, beneath his pillow.

In the flashlight’s glow, he could clearly read the single word scrawled there: Raincheck. Snickering, Dion turned off the light and placed the phone and the raincheck he fully intended to cash in, back beneath the pillow.

Yup, pure joy, that was Angel.

A sleepy voice mumbled, “Hey, Dion?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the lattes.”

“Go to sleep, dammit, I won’t forget you’re fuckin’ lattes, with extra caramel, extra whipped cream, and extra, extra caramel syrup drizzled over top. I know how you like it; I’ve only heard you order it a million times. Might as well be ordering a sundae.”

“Mmmmmm, I’d be all over that,” Angel murmured. “But only if it’s made with Coffee Toffy Crunch ice cream.”

Dion knew he was going to dream of laughter the moment he closed his eyes, thanks to the beautiful gift bestowed upon him by Angel.

The Angel of Joy.  

A Daddy for Summer: Angel