Tag Archives: Romance
see the man he is inside ‘Mission: Believe’ #Contemporary #Military #Romance @StacySEaton @SDSXXTours
the one thing that others crave – immortality ‘Immortal Lust’ #anthology #MultipleAuthors @SDSXXTours
Stevens, Timber Philips, Claire Marta, Harper Ray, Kay Maree, Nikki Landis,
the one thing that others crave – immortality.
are on their own paths to find their mate, something they crave more
than anything else in this world.
times. Steam levels vary depending on author and story line.
Baylor’s inner child emerges ‘Little Hearts’ #Series #Contemporary #Romance #ageplay @BreannaHayse @SDSXXTours
loveless marriage and an emotionally neglected childhood, she packs her things
and moves to a new house out in the desert to get away from it all and enjoy
his stepbrother Jake, a cop who takes her safety far more seriously than Baylor
does herself. The last thing Baylor wants is to get into another relationship,
but the Paterson brothers rescue people for a living, and from the moment they
clap eyes on her, they label the 23-year-old a ‘damsel in distress.’ Not only
do they do everything in their power to protect, nurture and guide her, but
they also enlist the help of their longtime friends and roommates; Terry and
family. To them, she is an adult little girl in need of the love, caring,
nurturing – and yes, discipline – that only two “Daddies” can provide. To the
independent Baylor, the assumption that she is in dire need of “Daddycare”
seems not only strange, but completely opposed to the self-sufficiency she
thought she wanted.
the care of “Uncle” Terry, a retired medic. He’s the burly, protective “house
mom” and “doctor”, who is not only thrilled to have a little girl to care for,
but likes to take control of Baylor’s health in ways that she preferred he did
not. Then there is Matt, the resident “hippie”, who quickly becomes Baylor’s
adoring “big brother” and helps her devise ways to get into mischief… which
frequently lands her over the lap of one of her new daddies.
and under their sometimes stern, but always loving, care, she not only
discovers her ability to play and laugh, she also begins to trust and feel
loved. She also learns that a bottom bared for punishment can experience
intense pleasure when used in “special” ways by one – or both – of her two men.
fully submit. Is this lifestyle, the one of a Little girl with two Daddies, an
Uncle and a Big Brother, right for her? Will she be able to leave behind her
loveless, uncaring past and allow her heart to be moved to permanently reside
within the arms and home of these very special men?
age-play/BDSM, menage and a loving, healthy family life of a house full of
alpha males. If discipline/sensual spanking, anal, and medical play aren’t your
‘cup of tea,’ then you haven’t read a book like this!
Baylor’s back—with double the trouble. Feisty but vulnerable Baylor Parish is
pregnant with twins, which means her two daddies; stepbrothers Hayden and Jake;
her Uncle Terry, and her big brother Matt are even more loving and protective
of their girl than usual.
make their family official before the babies are born, and soon a double
wedding is on the horizon for the Paterson household. A unique, polyamorous
dynamic, however, calls for a very unique wedding—something Baylor is only too
glad to embrace. After all, she was married before, and that traditional
ceremony ended up having disastrous consequences.
that her dynamics with Hayden and Jake will change now that they’re going to
become parents. Can she be a mother and still explore her Little side with her
two daddies? How will her changing body and high risk pregnancy affect their
BDSM routine? And what will happen when a blast from her terrible past turns up
on her doorstep?
simply result in twice as much everything; double the fun, double the worry,
double the time over a strong lap, and twice as much love…
and ageplay. If you enjoy this material, then grab a box of chocolate and let’s
have some fun!
truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange
opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both
a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to
go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage
and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development.
This experience has allowed me to gain unique inspiration for my books and
offer realistic plots and relatable characters.
and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Our goal was to take
the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual
and healthy relationships.
now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time, I’ve devoted my
‘spare’ time to writing, researching, community involvement, and private and
group pro bono counseling in deviant behavior, alternative lifestyle, and
side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled primarily from either
personal experience or observation, including spending time in BDSM clubs as
the safety/medical officer. My multi-faceted background allows me to glean from
many avenues and give a unique and intelligent literary experience through
elements of fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of
the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on ‘the real
collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with
speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear), and happily spend every moment
together that we can. My hobbies include my puppies, hiding my vanilla
salt-water taffy where John can’t find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational
trinkets, and developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured
author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a Sexpert for
She puts her education to use as a 911 Dispatch Supervisor, where she’s responsible for leading a team of dispatchers as they watch over police, EMS, and firefighters for her county. Her books feature law enforcement officers, the women who love them, and the difficult cases that drive them.
holds a secret in its hearth ‘Between Love and Death’ #Supernatural #Romance @BreannaHayse @SDSXXTours
greatest desire- even after she’s left the world of the living. Grief
leads him to an old Colonial on the cliffs of Maine that holds a
secret in its hearth- a secret that will bring peace to one beyond
sorrow as they beg for absolution. It gives power to those whose
cursed lives binds them in chains of sorrow and offers fresh hope to
reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange lifestyle.
the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine
Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to
go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a
marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative
lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique
inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable
submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving.
Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and
mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships.
to the now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time,
I’ve devoted my ‘spare’ time to writing, researching, community
involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant
behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.
submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled
primarily from either personal experience or observation, including
spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My
multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and
give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of
fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of
the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on
‘the real deal.’
two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S
relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear),
and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies
include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John
can’t find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and
developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured
author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a
Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.
courage to speak their truth.
He works for his baby brother in construction, buys three lottery
tickets every week, and lusts after his best friend from high school.
He’s done the same thing for twenty years.
Howard owns the only gas station in their small South Carolina town,
sells lottery tickets, and lusts after his best friend from afar.
They joke around but never speak their truth. He knows they’re
cowards but can’t seem to find the courage to bridge the gulf between
facing the world together.
her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and
damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and
unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her
life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive
collection of books and video games.
The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Author: Gale Stanley
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult, Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves
Kya: I’m a demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.
Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?
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The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
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Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.
The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.
This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.
The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”
“Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”
Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed.” He snickered.
I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.
Marty stuck his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”
I knew he meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother was human.
Does that mean I’m… Oh, fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.
But I look human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.
It’s so much easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones, but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.
My parents never married, but they lived together — sometimes. When my father was around, I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips, he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep us apart for good. I was wrong.
One day he didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what… an accident?
I couldn’t blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left home and never looked back.
While waiting to go on, I thought about my routine — floor work, then pole dancing, then back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well — dance.
I peeked through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her. She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the stage.
The DJ, sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”
Well, it’s not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.
“Give Raven a nice warm welcome.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.
* * *
My anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see, everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.
“That is one hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”
Samson walked over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to be staring directly at me.
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.