Friday Flash – Good God! I Need to Pee!


Many thanks to Zenobia Renquist for this fun Friday Flash premise, posted on the Changeling Press Yahoo site. ***Every doorway in your house leads to a different time or a different dimension and you really, really, REALLY need to get to your bathroom.  ***

I crawled wearily out of bed, my full bladder dragging me from sleep. Plodding to the bathroom I ran up against a closed door. “What the hell…?” I grasped the handle and screamed as heat seared my palm. Dragging my sleeve over my hand I grabbed the handle and turned it, fast.

Flames shot from the floor and danced on the air, coloring the fixtures in my bathroom in vibrant orange and red.

“Hey there,” said a husky voice.

My gaze shot to the toilet, where a sexy, naked demon sat, a New York Times clutched in his big hands. “I’ll be done in a minute.”

Squealing, I slammed the door shut and moon-walked to the hall bathroom. I’d deal with the demon on the toilet later.

The door to the hallway bath was closed too. I frowned, tentatively touching the handle to make sure it wasn’t hot. The door opened without mishap. But a white mist wafted out, sending the smell of Ozone into my face. Hopping on one foot, I peered through the fog. “Who’s in there?”

The shower door opened and ahandsome face popped out. Wide, blue eyes blinked at me and a soggy wing drifted through the opening before the angel yanked it back. “Oh, sorry. Do you need to get in here?”

I hopped again, my hands diving down to cup my groin. “Um…Yeah.”

The angel turned the water off.  “Can you hand me my halo, over there?”

Something in the blue gaze warned me. A devious light flared and the perfect, square jaw tightened slightly.

“I shook my head. I’m not coming in there.”

He cocked his golden head. “Don’t you have to pee?”

I backed away. “I’ll pee outside.”

Locks clicked all over the house and a terrifying awareness slammed through me. Trapped!

The angel shrugged. “Sorry. I guess you’re gonna have to choose…your bladder or your soul.”

A deep voice called to me from my bedroom. “Bathroom’s free.”

I looked from the devious angel’s face, to the flickering orange light coming from my bedroom, thinking fast. Finally I shrugged and slammed the door. I’d just pee on the flames in my bathroom and call it a day.

Problem solved. Maybe the sexy demon would like to try out my new mattress with me.

 

Have a great weekend, everybody!

 

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Desperately Seeking an Alpha – Meet Marshal Falen Scott


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Cliff Blood doesn’t like giant snakes, but a sexy Marshal with fire in his eyes is another story!

Matt Blood’s brother Cliff has arrived on Earth and is working with Bailey’s Bail Bonding. Unfortunately, Matt’s out of town on a case when the feds show up to investigate a bond depositor scam, and Blood’s boss has been implicated. Cliff is on his own finding the real culprit while trying to run interference with sexy Deputy US Marshal Falen Scott. But Marshal Scott has his own secrets — along with a fiery attraction that Cliff seems to share.

 4.5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs Reviews Only! “Forked is the second book in the Blood-Hound series. The exceptionally enjoyable short story plot is packed with plenty of action, a mystery and some very interesting characters. Falen and Cliff’s shared intimacies along with their investigative skills make them an invincible team.” 

4 Stars from SensualReads.com! “If you enjoy paranormal adventure at its best, then you will enjoy Blood-Hound 2: Forked. Declan Sands takes the action to a new high with an excellent mystery to ponder and hot sexy men to
appreciate.”

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Cliff was surprised to hear a knock on his door as he stepped out of the shower. He swore, so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. He gave passing thought to just ignoring the insistent knocking and going to bed. Nobody should be knocking on a guy’s door at three in the morning.

But he couldn’t do it. His experience was that anyone knocking on a door at that hour really needed something.

His stomach twisted in shock when he opened the door to find  Marshal Scott standing there looking yummy and unrumpled, despite the late — or early — hour. “Marshal. Unless you’re here to arrest me, this is going to have to wait until tomorrow.”

Falen stepped forward,  forcing Cliff back. “Then I guess you’re under arrest.”

Cliff sighed, stepping out of the way to allow the tall, auburn-haired god to enter.  Exhausted though he was, Cliff didn’t miss the delectable view as Scott passed by, either coming or going. Marshal Scott might be a consummate jerk, but the man had a first-class ass and a truly stupendous pair of pecs.

Cliff licked his lips, feeling his weariness slide away. Closing the door, he stepped into the marshal’s space in a deliberate attempt to unnerve him. “Can I get you a beer or something?”

Scott’s shoulders stiffened noticeably. There was a pulse of tense silence between them as the other man’s heated gaze slipped down Cliff’s damp chest to the towel he held around his hips. Cliff thought Scott might have made a small sound of pain as he took in Cliff’s “fresh from the shower” condition.

To Cliff’s surprise, Scott shook his head and reached for Cliff, dragging him close. “No beer. But I’ll definitely take the something.”

Cliff was surprised to hear a knock on his door as he stepped out of the shower. He swore, so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. He gave passing thought to just ignoring the insistent knocking and going to bed. Nobody should be knocking on a guy’s door at three in the morning.

But he couldn’t do it. His experience was that anyone knocking on a door at that hour $really needed something.

His stomach twisted in shock when he opened the door to find Marshal Scott standing there looking yummy and unrumpled, despite the late — or early — hour. “Marshal. Unless you’re here to arrest me, this is going to have to wait until tomorrow.”

Falen stepped forward, forcing Cliff back. “Then I guess you’re under arrest.”

Cliff sighed, stepping out of the way to allow the tall, auburn-haired god to enter. Exhausted though he was, Cliff didn’t miss the delectable view as Scott passed by, either coming or going. Marshal Scott might be a consummate jerk, but the man had a first-class ass and a truly stupendous pair of pecs.

Cliff licked his lips, feeling his weariness slide away. Closing the door, he stepped into the marshal’s space in a deliberate attempt to unnerve him. “Can I get you a beer or something?”

Scott’s shoulders stiffened noticeably. There was a pulse of tense silence between them as the other man’s heated gaze slipped down Cliff’s damp chest to the towel he held around his hips. Cliff thought Scott might have made a small sound of pain as he took in Cliff’s “fresh from the shower” condition.

To Cliff’s surprise, Scott shook his head and reached for Cliff, dragging him close. “No beer. But I’ll definitely take the something.”

Falen’s lips captured his, and Cliff’s world tilted dangerously. The marshal’s soft mouth moved insistently on Cliff’s, his tongue pressing for entrance. Cliff  resisted for a fraction of a second, realizing the complications a relationship between them would create, but it had been months since he’d wanted another man, and he wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. He opened his lips and welcomed Falen’s hot tongue in to dance with his. The other man tasted of liquid courage in the form of a really good Scotch.

Cliff wrapped his arms around Falen, drawing him close as lust twisted in his belly. The long, hard ridge of flesh in Falen’s pants made his own cock stir with interest, and he realized the towel he’d wrapped around his middle was tenting quickly.

Falen groaned softly against  his lips, the hunger in the sound driving right to Cliff’s nipples, peaking them against Falen’s pristine shirt. He tugged the shirt from Falen’s jeans and slipped his hands beneath it, skimming them over a firm, toned geography of delicious man territory.

Falen tugged on Cliff’s towel and, before Cliff’s lust-fogged brain had time to process what was happening, a big, warm hand was holding his dick.

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Dusted  Roasted  Sizzled

 

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Character Interview Blog Hop – Detective Petra Kline from SIZZLED!


Hello everybody! I’m Star Galaxy from the Intergalactic Times. Today, I’m talking to the lovely Petra Kline from Declan Sands’ fun and sexy sci fi/shifter romance, SIZZLED! Petra has the double distinction of being both the only woman and the only human in this exciting series. So I asked her to sit down with me today and tell us a little about what that’s like. Here we go!

Star: It must be fun and challenging being a human cop in SIZZLED. You probably never know what your partner and friends are going to do next, right?

Petra:  It can be challenging, yes. But the guys are great. Mostly my life is pretty much like everybody else’s life…well, except for the fact that I’m dating a Great Dane shifter. (she frowns slightly) Yeah, I guess that’s pretty different, actually. But other than that I’m just like a million other women. I love French fries but they make my ass wide and I struggle every day to prove myself in a male-dominated world.

Star: A Great Dane shifter? Do tell!

Petra: Littlejohn is incredible. He’s a little controlling, but sexy as hell. We had this great rapport going before we became a couple and that hasn’t changed. We’re really good together, and the sex is phenomenal. The only time we fight is when he tries to go all alpha on me. I’m nobody’s damn beta bitch!

Star: Can you tell us what it’s like being a human in a world of shifters?

Petra: Wonderful. Frustrating. I mean, these guys are magical creatures from other planets. It’s really cool. And… (she leans closer, lowers her voice) …there’s naked gun fighting and stuff. (waggles brows) But it’s frustrating because I can’t tell any of my girlfriends about them. They’re like a super-society that has to stay a secret. (sighs)

Star: If you had to describe Littlejohn in three words, what would they be?

Petra: Sexy, overprotective, private

Star: Is there anything about Littlejohn that you wish you’d known before you got involved with him?

Petra: He loves dogs. Actually, he is one. I guess I’d like to have known that too. LOL He was so serious and “by the book” when we met. I wasn’t even sure I liked him at first.

Star: Would you share one of your favorite excerpts from SIZZLED?

Petra: Absolutely! But you might want to get in front of a fan. (laughs)

Petra had been struggling with her feelings for weeks. She wanted him, badly, but she wasn’t sure if he felt the same so she’d been waiting for him to make the first move. Despite her hope that he would take things into his own hands, his procrastination had just about pushed her to the point of grabbing him and flinging him to the ground to have her way.

But in that moment his intention seemed clear, his need even clearer. It pressed long and hard against her belly. His hand slipped from her waist to slide across her buttocks and Petra sucked in a soft breath. His head dropped closer, she rose on her tiptoes, and finally…his lips found hers.

 Her heart leapt in her chest. Her lungs filled with his essence and her hands skimmed hungrily across his exposed skin. Petra’s fingers slid over his smooth, hot flesh as if memorizing him with her touch. She opened her lips and his tongue speared through, his taste searing across her senses and making her pussy tighten with need.

 All thought of weakness fled her. His touch, his taste, the feel of him against her skin, infused her with strength and hunger and a sense of ravening need. She suddenly couldn’t get close enough to him. Her hands found his perfect, round buttocks and pulled him closer. Her leg lifted to wrap around his thighs and she arched her mons against him, rubbing against the ridge of rock-hard flesh beneath his boxers.

 Littlejohn groaned against her lips, his mouth taking hers with crushing, desperate force as he deepened the kiss. A low growl throbbed in his throat and the sound sent a thrill spearing through her. Petra’s belly tightened under a wave of pure lust. She broke the kiss, grabbing his chin with one hand. “Make love to me, Ralph. Right here, right now.”

 He held her gaze for a moment, as if trying to judge the sincerity of her offer. His eyes held a fevered light. If he was uncertain about taking that next, big step he didn’t let it stop him. He inclined his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his big hands started tugging on the flimsy silk of her panties. “I’ve wanted this for too long, Pet. It won’t be gentle or sweet.”

 She stepped out of the useless scrap and captured his sexy bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard enough to make him moan. “Good. I don’t want gentle, I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

Star: Hooboy! You weren’t kidding. That is hot. I think I just had a hot flash. (fanning self with notes) Thank you for stopping by today, Petra. I can honestly say it was a real pleasure. And I can’t wait to check out Littlejohn and the boys!

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Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.

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Dusted
Forked
Roasted

 

 

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My Sexy Saturday – SIZZLED!


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Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

Blurb: Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.

Book page with buy links and excerpt!

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Heat pounded down onto the black sand, radiating up to put a sexy sheen over Falen’s golden skin. The vibrant ball of light in the sky painted golden highlights in the Marshal’s wavy, auburn hair and brought out a sexy spray of freckles on his skin. Cliff’s fingertips nearly sizzled from the heat his lover was putting off as he rubbed him down. Despite his relaxed posture, Falen’s muscles quivered under Cliff’s hands, taut with expectation. His big hands clutched the edges of his over-sized towel; his toes dug into the dense, heated sand.

Cliff skimmed his palm down Falen’s long, lean back, sliding it over the golden mounds of his lover’s perfect, naked buttocks. Falen sucked in a breath as Cliff’s fingers slipped into the delicious valley between them. The towel tore under his grip.

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New Release – SIZZLED! Coming August 8th!


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Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.

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The air smelled like flowers, and the place where she rested was cool and quiet. Her limbs felt unnaturally heavy and her eyes seemed stuck closed. Petra lay there for a long moment, afraid she was dead. On some level she realized the thought should be terrifying, but she appeared unable to work up any fear. A curious calm had settled over her.

After a moment she became aware of a strange whirring sound that accompanied each burst of flower-scented air. Her mind cast around for something familiar to tie the sound to. Nothing surfaced.

“She’s awake.”

Petra jumped slightly, her eyelids quivering at the unfamiliar voice. It was tinny, like it came from a long way away. A cool breeze slipped across her cheeks and something soft touched her skin.

“Come on, beauty. Open those pretty eyes.”

Petra reached up and rubbed her face where the touch had tickled it. She managed to crank her eyes open enough to see that she was in some kind of garden, surrounded by green plants and flowers. The sunlight stung and her lids snapped shut again.

“Lower the light, Blossom.”

Petra frowned. How did one lower the sunlight? Filled with curiosity about the voice, she fought to open her lids again. A large bug buzzed by her nose and she lifted a hand toward it.

“Hey! Watch out, beauty. You almost clipped my wing there.”

Petra’s eyes opened wide and focused on the tiny man hovering before her on the air, dragon-fly-like wings beating wildly. He was dressed all in green, with a mop of red hair that fell into his eyes. His tiny face was handsome despite the glare, and his arms were crossed over his chest in annoyance. “I’m…” Her voice croaked and she coughed. Her throat felt like it was filled with sand. “I’m sorry. I thought you were a bug.”

The glare deepened and a leather-clad toe tapped the air. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better.”

Petra suddenly realized what she was seeing before her eyes. “You’re a fairy.”

Tiny red eyebrows lifted, disappearing beneath the mop of red. “Beauty and brains. I’m impressed.”

Petra licked her dry lips. “I’m smart enough to know sarcasm when I hear it.”

The fairy’s glare finally disappeared, replaced by a wide smile. The smile looked very natural there. “Okay, I’ll forgive you. I’m sure you’re disoriented from your healing.” He surged forward, going horizontal and hovering inches from her face so he could look into her eyes. “Just watch those hands while you’re down here. Not everybody’s thrilled to have giants in our midst.”

Petra frowned. Giants? But the little fairy buzzed away, quick as a blink, and Petra was left with a hundred questions on the tip of her tongue and nobody to ask. First things first, she decided. She needed to figure out where she was. Petra pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around. She’d been lying in the center of a circular patch of dark green grass. Lush and blemish-free, the grassy area was surrounded by bushes of the deepest green, which were densely covered in flowers as big as her hand. The blossoms represented all the colors of the rainbow.

She realized she wasn’t lying under the sun as she’d first assumed. The walls around her were covered in vines with wide, triangular leaves, whose veins were a deep red color, like blood. She tilted her head and looked up, up, up to a circle of glass that was heavily etched with some kind of hieroglyphic symbols.

“A ward to keep evil and humans out. I’m told.”

Petra jumped at the sound of Littlejohn’s voice, right behind her. She slapped a hand over her chest and twisted around to glare at him. “You scared the shit out of me. Where did you come from, anyway?”

Littlejohn’s handsome face was pinched, and dark circles stained the area beneath his eyes. “I went to get these.” He handed her a small, white plate covered in something that looked like pink crackers. “Fairy bread. It doesn’t look like much but it packs quite a punch.” His smile was weary.

She took one of the dishes from him, looking around. “Where are we?”

“The fairy mound.”

“Seriously?” Petra laughed. “I can’t believe you lowered yourself –”

“Shhh! For God’s sake. Don’t piss them off. They appear to be highly sensitive, and when you make them mad those wings buzz so loud it takes an hour for your eardrums to return to normal.”

Petra smiled. “You’re afraid of a bunch of fairies?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You’ve met Rum, right? Think thousands of Rums.”

She blinked and then nodded, lowering her voice. “I see your point.”

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My Sexy Saturday – SIZZLED!


SizzledCoverFinalIntergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.

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A low growl was all the warning she got.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her around, pulling her against his long, hard body with a firm but gentle tug. She gasped as her breasts smacked up against his chest and looked up, feeling the first thin ribbon of fear as his growl deepened, finally turning to words. “You know damn well that was a hell of a lot more than a simple kiss, Pet.”

She swallowed, licking her suddenly dry lips. “What was it then? Tell me, Littlejohn.”

His gaze devoured her face, his hips arching to press a monumental hard-on into her belly. He lifted a hand to skim super-heated fingers over her bottom lip, tugging it down as his gaze locked on, his chest still rumbling under a growl. “It was life-changing. It was…” he lowered his head until his breath fanned her face with sweet heat. “It was terrifying and addictive.” His lips touched hers, lightly, oh-so-lightly, but the impact of that feathery touch slammed through her, turning her muscles to jelly.

Littlejohn tightened his arm around her waist when her knees gave out, holding her against his delicious length. “And I never wanted it to stop.” He lowered his lips to hers and groaned as she lifted her arms, twining them around his neck and giving herself over completely to the kiss.

Awareness blasted through her. His taste, his scent, the feel of his smooth, iron muscles under her splayed fingers, it all combined to overwhelm her senses and send her spiraling into ravenous need. Her sexual core tightened, pulsing hungrily, and her mind shut down as his hand slipped from her waist to encompass her ass, pulling her even more tightly against the long, thick ridge of flesh beneath the flimsy boxers.

Petra thought she might combust. Heat flared through her, firing her skin and making her pussy throb from the rush of blood. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him hold her off the ground as she tilted her head and deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding hungrily against his and her hands painting his skin in bold strokes.

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Hump Day Humps – SIZZLED!


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Heat pounded down onto the black sand, radiating up to put a sexy sheen over Falen’s golden skin. The vibrant ball of light in the sky painted golden highlights in the Marshal’s wavy, auburn hair and brought out a sexy spray of freckles on his skin. Cliff’s fingertips nearly sizzled from the heat his lover was putting off as he rubbed him down. Despite his relaxed posture, Falen’s muscles quivered under Cliff’s hands, taut with expectation. His big hands clutched the edges of his over-sized towel, his toes dug into the dense, heated sand.

Cliff skimmed his palm down Falen’s long, lean back, sliding it over the golden mounds of his lover’s perfect, naked buttocks. Falen sucked in a breath as Cliff’s fingers slipped into the delicious valley between them. The towel tore under his grip.

Cliff smiled, his hand sliding even deeper, to cup the warm sac between Falen’s legs.

The Marshal widened his legs, giving Cliff room to play. Cliff moved between those strong legs, his hands skimming out of the inviting crack to glide across muscular thighs.

“You’re killin’ me, Blood.”

Cliff’s chuckle was husky with prolonged need. “I’m killing myself.” He reached down to stroke his rock-hard dick, groaning softly at the delicious wave of pleasure that spun through him.

Falen stirred, lifting his head to grin over his shoulder. “I can help you with that.” He lifted to his knees and spread his legs farther, exposing the rock-hard heft of his big cock hanging between them. Cliff took a deep breath, grabbing the sunscreen from the sand and coating his fingertips with it. He slathered the enticing pucker Falen had opened to him with the sweet-smelling lotion and slipped a finger deep.

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