Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.
Please Let Me In by Carol Pedroso
A few weeks had passed since their trip to San Antonio, and nothing had been said about the vibrating butt plug. Marshall began to wonder if Lee’d forgotten about it, and what he’d said he had in store for Marshall. But he sure as heck wasn’t about to remind him. He knew better than that. When Lee was ready, he’d know it. So Marshall stopped thinking about it. After all, a watched pot never boiled. Or so the saying went. Marshall had never had a desire to watch a pot of water come to a boil in the first place.
Lulled into a false sense of security, he was shaken from his complacency one fall morning when he came out of the shower to find Lee waiting for him, bullet-shaped butt plug in one hand, remote in the other. Marshall’s eyes lit at the sight. This promised to be an interesting day, indeed. The only question was how long did Lee intend to keep that inside of him, and how crazy did he intend to drive him with the remote control?
Rattletrap #28 by Tali Spencer
“Is that a yes?” Ussim asked. He moved nearer.
Everything about Ussim made Jedd’s body quicken. If he wasn’t immersed in water, he would be perspiring from his own heat. When Ussim slipped a hand beneath the surface to cup and stroke his erection, Jedd battled a whimper. Wanting sex was not helping his decision making one bit.
“I thought you said you don’t have time for this.”
“For the creation and protection of offspring—no. For this”—Ussim’s strong fingers curled around Jedd’s blatantly agreeable cock—“I will make all the time you need.”
“Keep that up and I won’t need much.”
Storm Touched by Shelly Schulz
Three days after my eighteenth birthday, my parents tried to kill me. They didn’t even have the shame to be subtle about it, and I don’t blame them. The second of three children, my older brother disowned and in hiding, they had a social responsibility to destroy their second mistake. By any means necessary. I survived the gunshots, the attempted poisonings, the ‘therapy’, that was little more than beatings and torture. I went through two room-mates, still proud of what I was, until the third lay bleeding on the concrete floor, convulsing, spit and brains leaking from their open mouth
Carson rolled over, reaching for Tyler, only to find his side of the bed empty, the sheets cool. Groaning, Carson sat up enough so he could scan the room before checking the time. Maybe he’d slept later than he thought? He struggled to remember if Tyler had mentioned something about going out first thing this morning.
When he didn’t spy Tyler or hear him banging around the kitchen, he glanced at the clock; however, something blocked the normally bright blue numbers on the face. Carson fumbled, finally grabbing the object. After he adjusted the bed pillows, he examined what was…
In Enemy Hands: #3.7 by M.A. Church
What in the two moons of Helkan was he going to do now? He fell silent as they walked, lost in thought. So many questions fought for priority in his mind. They were nearly to the waterfall before the splashing water caught his attention. The batar raced past them to the edge and dropped down to drink.
“I’m assuming this is where you got the mud to darken your hair.”
Varo stopped by the pool created from the waterfall. “Yes.”
“Lovely place, isn’t it?”
Varo glanced around, taking in the lush landscape. “It very much is. You’re lucky to have such areas.”
Once in a Blue Moon by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared up at the night sky. The moon was so bright it blotted out the nearby stars. She’d never seen anything like it. Anna sighed. She loved coming up here. It was her special place, the one she came to when she needed to recharge. Day or night, she knew she could sit here and her world’s balance would be restored.
Anna closed her eyes. Sadly, it wasn’t working. It was as if he’d taken the magic of the place with him. Maybe he had.
Boys of Belsmeade: Chapter 25 by Kazy Reed
“Ooh, papa, he’s beautiful!” The female vampire clapped in glee and hopped in her seat. Tight, blond curls bounced wildly, giving her the appearance of a young girl, but in human years she was twenty-four.
Fumaro kissed her forehead. “Anything for my darling girl. Give me the syringe.” The viscount ripped off the unconscious human’s shirt. Then, with a sick smile, he plunged his daughter’s blood straight into John Berenz’s heart.
Seeing Cyan in school every day was torture. Cyan kept giving Robin hot little looks from under his lashes and brushing against him. As if he could concentrate not exams with all that going on – not that he would dream of telling Cyan to stop.
After school every evening, Robin changed out of his school uniform and hurried around to Cyan’s house. Although his mother was concerned they might not be studying she needn’t have worried. Cyan was the most focused person Robin had ever met and there was no chance of even a kiss before homework and revision was done