Jack & James

Jack & James
C.J. Sneere

About: After James returns from the alley, his sister Fiona breaks up an argument between him and Dad, helping him escape questioning. But she wants answers about that pearly stain on his blazer, and as to why he's ditching her reception. The next day he phones to confess what happened in the alley. Fiona encourages him to call this bold mystery man. When James does so, he's invited by Jack to a club in a part of the city unknown to him. There he meets Jack's band mates. On a pool table in the smoky bar, Jack and five men have their way with James, loosening up in ways he never thought possible. The orgy lasts all night long.

Excerpt: I buttoned my blazer, checked my dark brown crew cut in the window glass, and headed back inside the restaurant. Keeping low, I crept through the kitchen, hoping no temperamental cooks spied me before I made it into the main dining area.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I sped-walked past the open banquet doors. In my mind, I said an apology to my dear sister, Fiona, for not saying goodbye or giving her and the groom, Brian, best wishes. I'd phone her later tonight and gush profuse I'm sorries. Hopefully the wide screen HDTV I'd bought them as a wedding gift would appease.

I almost skipped down the foyer, to the exit, when I heard the scraping of a throat. "Exactly where have you been?" I knew that disapproving tone anywhere.

The scared little boy in me threatened to surface, but I hushed him, told him to be brave. Then I willed my heart to a normal beat, commanded my hands to quit shaking, as I turned to face Father. 

"Look, not now. Not on Fiona's special day. Let this be about her, not you. I'll explain when I can."

He spit and blustered. His flabby jowls flushed red. "Excuse me? You will not take that tone with your father--"

"Get over yourself, Dad." I waved him off. "I haven't lived under your roof, or rules, for a long time."

Just as his mouth gaped like a dying fish, my sister poked her round little face around the banquet room door. Her large, black-brown eyes seemed to bulge, and she held up her wedding dress train as she neared. When her small hand touched Dad's shoulder, he stopped mid-screech.

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Bound & Blindfolded

Bound & Blindfolded
Anita Lawless

About: Emily runs an antique bookstore that sells rare occult books. This is how she meets Ville Jorgensen, a drummer and song writer for a local black metal band. Most folks in their small city think Ville and his ilk are weird, but Emily is intrigued by this musician who also studies esotericism. They develop a friendship that leads to sexual role playing. He takes her to his home in the woods, where she experiences his dungeon.

Excerpt:  Ville and his band moved into our small city about two years ago. The people here average on insular and mistrustful. With their corpse paint and guttural vocals, Ville and crew were disliked from day one.

However, when he walked into my antique and occult bookstore, I was intrigued. He asked if I had any books by an esoteric author who wrote lyrics for a Swedish metal band. The name was unfamiliar, but I told him I could order them in through connections. He gave a slow grin, like a cat uncurling from a warm lap.

"Thank you," he said, and so began our friendship.

We talked philosophy, authors occult and otherwise, magick, music, and sex. But while we discussed everything from erotic rites to experimentation, I was still too much of a chicken to seduce him. The guy was intimidating after all. What with those yellow, feline contacts he wore. People kept a wide distance on sidewalks, thanks to his all black ensemble, tall, willowy frame, and slit pupils.

Lately it seemed he played a sexual game with me. I got the feeling he wanted me to make a move, or that he was about to make one. But Ville was cunning and hard to read. Sometimes he toyed with people for fun. After two years of friendship, I felt I could trust him. Though he unnerved me with his unflappable calm, I couldn't deny I was attracted to the man.

Talking with him was easy enough, but the thought of being naked in front of those glowing eyes made me shiver.

The tiny bell above my shop door rang. Coincidence raised goose bumps on my arms as Ville walked in. I rubbed my skin to hide the raised flesh.

"I was just thinking about you."

"I know." He wore a wolfish smile.

I laughed. "You do not. That's impossible."

He shook his head. Pulled a book from the case he'd been browsing. "Silly Emily. Always doubting, but still you like to dance on the edge of the unknown."

His eyes met mine. If I believed in a devil, I would've sworn Ville was his son. Even without contacts, his stare bore right through a person. As if he saw every stain, secret, and insecurity your mind held.

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Jack The Lad

Jack The Lad
by C.J. Sneere

About: James attends his sister's wedding reception, where he tries to avoid the father he hasn't spoken to in six years by ducking outside. Behind a restaurant, he meets chaos in gaudy plaid pants and platform boots. A wild boy who goes by the name of Jack. Up against a brick wall, Jack takes James on a feral ride he'll never forget.

Excerpt: I'd kicked cigarettes three years ago, but I needed an excuse to get away from Dad. It always escalated into an argument with him, and I refused to spoil my sister's wedding reception. So when I spotted the short, portly bastard headed my way, I faked a nic fit then slipped out the back door of the restaurant.

I sighed as my ass hit the cool sidewalk. A spring breeze drifted by, and I inhaled deeply of the city scents it carried. Hot dogs from street vendors, fuel exhaust, and a potpourri of freshly served food coming from the restaurant. Soaking this in relaxed me.

Until I looked to my left and saw a gorgeous blond man walking toward me. His hair was a mess of spikes. He was about six foot. Dressed in gaudy plaid pants and a t-shirt far too tight. But I wasn't complaining. Though he wore a leather jacket over top, I could still make out well defined pecs, a toned stomach. I looked up from where his tight pants bunched in an impressive bulge and our gazes met.

He had doe eyes and a crooked grin. My mouth went dry, and I tried to look away, but failed on the first try. Normally, the attention of a handsome male lifted a crappy mood, but not today. Today, I just wanted solitude. Dealing with my overbearing father was stress enough.

I was never much of a punk fan, but something about my unexpected guest intrigued me. Still, he seemed to spell trouble, so I forced myself to stare at my shoes instead.

He sat close beside me. I kept focusing on my shoes, hoping if I ignored him long enough he'd go away. Instead, he stretched his legs out, propped one black, three-inch platform on top of the other, and slid a cigarette from a pack tucked in his jacket pocket.

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C.J. Sneere writes m/m fiction from his home amidst concrete giants. That's his fancy way of saying, like Anita, he's an urban jungle dweller. He doesn't do Twitter or Facebook. He's too busy doing bears and pretty boys instead. Look for his first Wild & Lawless title, Jack The Lad, coming soon.

Doing My Ex's Daddy

Doing My Ex's Daddy
by Anita Lawless

About: Cara is a naughty nineteen-year-old. She stole a sex tape from the private collection of her ex-boyfriend's father. Confession time comes, but there's more than truth telling on her mind. However, her ex's daddy, Jason 'the Juggernaut' Reinhart, former pro wrestler, thinks she needs to be punished. While he's in the process of disciplining her, his son walks in.

Excerpt: I checked my watch, making sure I still had at least 30 minutes before Ryan arrived home. His bag of stuff went in the back. I climbed in the front of the car, crossing my fingers. After years of lusting after Jason 'the Juggernaut' Reinhart, today I would fuck that man.

See, I had a sure in. Ryan was my sort of ex-boyfriend, who just happened to be Mr. Reinhart's son. The summer I turned 18, Ryan and I started hooking up. Kind of a friends with benefits thing. So, technically speaking, he wasn't an ex-boyfriend. We just stopped screwing when he went to college and I got a job at my aunt's hair salon. Distance made it tough to take a booty call.

Currently I was considering cosmetology for the future. Why not, I figured? Get to work with pretty people. Probably reap some extra rewards with hot actors. But, for the time being, I was having a fun summer, working my way down a before-I-go-to-college bucket list. Mr. Reinhart was number three on my schedule.

I knew I was hot enough to seduce him. At nineteen, my body was curvy and tight. I had a firm, round ass and same thing in the tit department. A trim waist gave me an hourglass figure to die for. Also, I learned early I could get a lot of male attention by just flashing my large, blue eyes. Add to this I grew naturally thick, curly red hair, and you can see why I had no trouble getting laid.

Once I turned 18 that was. In my small, uber-Christian community, guys were paranoid about 'jail bait.' Though I looked 18 by the time I turned 16, no boys over 18 dared touch me until I was 'safe territory.' It drove me nuts, since I wasn't interested in the younger guys. They were immature minute men at best. Once I became legal, I worked my way through the local community college boys.

Now I had the courage I needed to seduce Mr. Reinhart. My plan practically fell into my lap. Ryan was back in town, and he'd called last night to initiate a hook up. He did this by asking if he could come by to pick up some stuff he'd left at my place. I told him my parents would be hanging around all day tomorrow, so I'd bring his things over to his dad's house. He had to head out somewhere, but said to come after 2:30 pm. I left at 1:30 pm to make sure I'd arrive at Mr. Reinhart's ranch half hour earlier than expected.

I wore my shortest skirt, no panties, and my tightest spaghetti strap top. Before I left, a quick check in the mirror confirmed I looked highly fuckable.

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