#MySexySaturday FairySmacked by Declan Sands


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Chasing bounties comes natural to a bloodhound shifter. Except when the bounty is a sexy earth fairy with an attitude. 

Bounty Hunter Matthew Blood is a Bloodhound shifter from the planet Eninac. Rum is an earth fairy who left the fairy mound to save some kidnapped fae. When they learn they might be pursuing the same people, they decide to join forces. Unfortunately, Blood soon discovers that fairy dust isn’t the only addictive thing about a fairy!

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“I absolutely adored this book. It was funny, smoldering hot and kept me on the edge of my seat as I flipped the pages, hoping Rum and Matthew would be able to find the missing fairies. Declan Sands is a talented storyteller who packs a lot in this story but also doesn’t overkill with lots of telling instead of showing. The story flows smoothly, the simmering sexual tension between Matthew and Rum is quite hot and some of the phrases, such as fairy smacked, left me giggling at times. This is a fast paced story that will keep you highly entertained.”

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Matt closed his eyes, laid his head back against the pine needles and waited, holding his breath. The whisper of a touch danced across the head of his shaft, tasting and then flitting away. A darting touch slipped inside the tender slit, teasing.

Matt went rigid with need, clenched in the taut agony of expectation. His breath locked in his lungs. His hands folded into fists. At last, bliss, in the form of a heated mouth and the most exquisite lips, descended over his cock, enveloping it in moist heat. The lips gripped him like a firm hand, slipping over his rigid flesh with a lubricated touch that eased and glided.

He forced himself to breathe. Slipping his hands into the silk of the other man’s hair, he held him in place, moaning his encouragement.

His cock thickened, grew impossibly hard, his balls tucking up beneath it, so full they hurt. His release built and tensed beneath his skin, his muscles tightening. His nipples tingled. His chest stilled. Light burst behind his lids as emotion turned to physical sensation and rolled him.

 

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Declan Sands writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Declan is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

 

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Tuesday Taste – Discordant Lights – Available Now!


 

When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.

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Brant stood on the stone patio of the mayor’s mansion and looked up at the stars. He held a warmed glass of pig’s blood in his hand and his thoughts were scattered, filled with all the problems he needed to resolve.

The moon was full and bright, casting a warm glow over the rolling, wooded grounds. Beyond the light, moving silently through the shadows, Rabb’s men were on constant watch for trouble.

Trouble was something he and Rabb had in abundance. And it was coming from so many different directions, it was hard to focus on any one issue long enough to solve it.

Foremost on his mind was Rabb. Despite agreeing to join the council to protect his lover, Brant didn’t trust the vamps to keep their word. He’d witnessed too many broken off conversations…too many glances across space when the council discussed relations with the shifter community.

The members of the council were up to something.

A soft whistle throbbed on the night and Brant’s gaze slid toward the sound, his senses sharpening. He focused his preternatural vision in the direction of the sound and the shadows brightened, showing…nothing.

No guard, no intruder.

Brant settled his glass onto the table and started forward, his built-in alarm system screaming. He sharpened his hearing as he approached the spot where the guard should have been. The dull thud, thud, thud of a laboring heartbeat filled his hearing. Hard on the heels of that damaged heartbeat was the sweet, metallic aroma of freshly spilled blood.

Brant’s pulse picked up, his fingernails lengthening to claws as his vamp came out in a big way. His cock twitched as the blood trail summoned him closer and all sense of caution slipped away.

Gone was cautious, thoughtful humanity. Brant became the predator searching for his next meal.

He stepped under the trees and saw the telltale glistening of blood on the grass. The aroma beckoned him…drawing him forward even as a tiny portion of his mind screamed for him to stop and retreat.

He slammed the door closed on that bit of conscious thought and dropped to his knees on the grass, inch-long fangs dripping saliva as he opened his mouth to growl his need.

A low groan had his head whipping around and he shot to his feet, his preternatural gaze sliding upward. A large body hung, limp and bleeding, over a high branch. The wind shifted the smaller branches around the injured man and the moon showed through. The silvery light wrapped the bleeding shifter in an aura, making him appear to glow.

Brant growled again, his claws digging holes in his palms as a small part of him screamed in warning. The shifter might as well have been wearing a neon sign with Brant’s name on it. His blood was a drug Brant found impossible to resist.

Yet, Brant had just enough humanity left to let a single thought slide in to nudge aside the ravening need.

Someone had set a trap for him.

 

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Character Interview Blog Hop – Rabb (Shifter) from Bright City Lights


Today I’m thrilled to be speaking with Rabb Miller, alpha of the City of Lights pack, a rare breed of city-dwelling shifters. I absolutely LOVE this series and I’m so excited to be talking to one of my favorite (hottest!) alphas. So find a fan and grab some ice water. Here we go!

Reporter:  Hello, Rabb. Thanks for stopping by to answer a few questions. I hope you don’t mind if they get a bit personal. (smiles coyly)

Rabb: (shrugs) As long as you don’t mind if I tell you it’s none of your business.

Reporter: Deal. What do you do for a living?

Rabb: I own a bar called Bright City Lights. It’s a shifter bar with a surprise room in the back that only shifters can fully appreciate.

Reporter:  Come on, tell me what’s in the room, Rabb.

Rabb: I can’t tell you that, because if you ever decided to get curious and sneak in there…well…let’s just say there’d be extra protein on the menu for my pack that night.

Reporter:  (blinks) You wouldn’t!

Rabb: I probably wouldn’t…  But I can’t promise that all the members of my pack would resist a gift horse in the mouth.

Reporter: Okay, well, anyway…on to safer topics. Boxers, briefs, or commando?

Rabb: (lifts eyebrow) You have to ask? I have a wolf living under my skin. You think wolves do boxers? (laughs) Only if there isn’t a poodle available.  That’s a little shifter humor.

Reporter: (glares at him) Yeah. Very little. I have a poodle.

Rabb: They’re very tasty.

Reporter: Oh my god!

Rabb: That was a joke. Lighten up.

Reporter: (giving him the stink eye) So, Rabb,  give it up, what is it about sexy Brant South that makes you crazy in a good way?

Rabb: He’s very intense and brooding. I find that sexy in a man. He also has a damn fine ass.

Reporter: (fans self) Ooh, I know exactly what you mean. But what about Brant makes you crazy in a bad way?

Rabb: He’s very intense and brooding.  And he’s all about denying himself stuff.

Reporter: What kind of stuff?

Rabb: Me mostly. (frowns) But there’s other stuff too.

Reporter: Come on, tell us.

Rabb: Nope. You’ll have to read the book.

Reporter: Dangit! (smiles) okay, now for some fun questions. In your shifted form, have you ever gotten flees?

Rabb: Har, de, har, har. Like I haven’t heard that one before.

Reporter: (chuckling) Are you more comfortable in fur or skin?

Rabb: Define, in.

Reporter: Hooboy! Okay, that’s all the time we have for today. Rabb, thanks again for stopping by. I hope next time you’ll bring that sexy, brooding lover of yours along with?

Rabb: (shrugs) I’ll see what I can do.

Rabb Miller, readers. Isn’t he something? Trust me, you’re not going to want to miss him and the sexy Brant in Bright City Lights. What’s that? You’ve never heard of the book? OMG! Okay, here’s a little taste. Enjoy!

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Rabb is an alpha shifter, a werewolf, who likes to defy both the odds and authority. He prefers the city lights over the open spaces most shifters enjoy.

Brant is a politician with a secret that’s becoming harder and harder to contain. As mayor of Bright City, he’s determined to keep the city free of shifters to protect his secret.

The two men share a fair amount of distrust, along with a smoldering history that threatens to drag them under again. But when shifters begin to die in Bright City, Rabb and Brant need to find a way to work together again. Especially when one of them inadvertently steps right into the murderer’s deadly path.

Redz World Reviews gave Bright City Lights 5 Shooting Stars!  “The wonderful story telling and heat between Brant and Rabb made this a book I just couldn’t put down. This is my first book I have read by Declan Sands, but I look forward to reading many more in the future. If they are anything like Bright City Lights, I know they will be stories to remember.” 

4.5 Stars from Sensualreads.com! “Exciting and passionate, Bright City Lights will capture your imagination and have you dreaming of two very sexy alphas.”

Rainbow Book Reviews gives Bright City Lights 4 Stars!  “This was a very exciting story that I enjoyed immensely! The love story between Rabb and Brant was mysterious, sexy and very, very hot.”

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Brant slammed the hard, rubber ball against the wall and flipped around to hit it with his other hand, sending it slamming back. Sweat dripped from his head and he swiped at it with the band around his wrist. The rubber ball hit the corner and skewed off course, sailing past him toward the back of the room.

He turned to catch it when it came sailing back.

It never hit the wall.

Rabb Miller stood just inside the door of the court, his big body seeming to fill the small, glass-enclosed room. Brant’s first thought was that the man looked characteristically delicious. He wore tight, well-worn jeans and a pecs-hugging, round-necked t-shirt. His chin-length wavy, dark brown hair was combed back, away from his face, showcasing his strong features.  Rabb’s hostile gaze was locked on Brant, his eyes glowing with golden lights. His wide, sensual lips pressed together, the big shifter’s jaw was tight with anger. Without a word, Rabb lifted his hand and opened his fingers, dropping the ball to the floor, where it dribbled a few feet and bumped up against Brant’s sneaker.

Unable to stop himself, Brant’s gaze slipped upward, to the row of windows along the top of the court.

“They won’t get here in time,” Rabb told him in a voice that was mostly growl. His hands clenched in fists at his sides, the werewolf vibrated with rage.

“What’s wrong?”

Rabb’s eyes glowed with unmistakable magic. “You dare to ask me that?”

The pain in Rabb’s gaze was palpable and fear for the other man made Brant lose his temper. “I have to ask you that because I don’t know, dammit!”

Rabb’s gaze lost some of its unearthly power and his stance softened slightly. “You expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with Mica?”

Brant stared at Rabb, squaring his shoulders to show he wasn’t intimidated, though he’d be an idiot not to be. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Rabb. What’s happened to Mica?”

Rabb’s mouth twisted as if he’d bitten into a lemon. “He’s dead. Along with a young pup who’d been brutalized before she was killed. Is this your way of running us out of Bright City, mayor? Because if you want a war we’ll be happy to indulge you. What we won’t do is back down or leave. You’ll have to kill every last one of us if you want us gone.”

Brant felt sick. His pulse picked up and his mouth watered from the nausea roiling in his gut. “Oh my god.” His legs weakened and he let his knees bend, crouching on the floor and supporting himself with one hand. He’d gone too long without eating and the strenuous workout hadn’t helped. But the picture Rabb’s words played across his mind was the last straw on his already weakened system.

Rabb didn’t say anything, but he moved closer. As usual, Brant was amazed at how silently the big man could move. He didn’t look up but jerked a little when Rabb’s hand landed on his shoulder, heavy and so deliciously warm. “Are you okay?”

The words were spoken in the husky murmur Brant remembered all too well. His eyes closed under the pain engendered by the memory. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just need to eat.”

Rabb’s hand lifted and he took a step back, making Brant see red. “I see your compassion is still limited by your capacity for self protection.” He pushed himself off the floor, his anger helping him ride out the dizziness that followed.

Rabb’s impossibly handsome face turned hard again. “Someone’s killing my people, Brant. If it isn’t you then we have an even bigger problem. You have as much to lose as I do.”

Brant scraped a hand over his face, the dizziness turning to something far more troublesome as Rabb’s delightful scent infused the air he breathed. “I agree.” He frowned, realizing where they were headed and terrified. “You’ll keep me apprised?”

Rabb laughed but there was no humor in it. “Nice try cowardly lion. We’ll need to work together on this one. I don’t trust you and you don’t trust me. So we’ll have to keep each other close.”

Brant closed his eyes, despair washing through him. Finally he sighed, nodding. “You’re right. Okay, how do you want to do this?”

Rabb’s sexy mouth turned up in a tight smile. “I don’t think you’d pass for my new bartender, so I guess I’m gonna have to play on your field for a while.”

Brant blinked at him, unwilling to understand what he’d just been told. Finally he opened his mouth, not sure how he was going to say no, hell no without getting about three hundred pounds of werewolf down his throat.

The visual his traitorous mind played at the thought brought sudden heat to his face—and other places. “Oh hell no, Rabb.”

Rabb’s smile widened. “Mr. Mayor, meet your new assistant.”

“God help me,” Brant murmured weakly.

Rabb turned away. “I’ll start on Monday. Tomorrow we need to put our fallen pack members to rest…” His voice shuddered and trailed off, telling Brant more than words how much Mica’s loss meant to the big shifter.

“Can I do anything? Where will the funeral be?”

Rabb grasped the door handle. “No funeral. We’ll take them to the running grounds. I’ll see you on Monday, fang.” He opened the door and walked out, leaving behind an aura of pain so thick Brant suddenly found it hard to breathe.

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Hump Day Humps – Oh! Hoaley Night!


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

Other books in the series:

A Hoale Lot of Trouble
Hoaley Ill-Manored
Hoaley Inexplicable

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Adam yelled through the bathroom door, “What are you doing in there?”

“You’ll see.”

He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, waiting for his chance at the sink. Dirk had been in there a suspiciously long time.

Walter’s snoring wafted through the room, originating from the jumbled comforter on the bottom bunk. It looked like Adam and Dirk would have to share the top bunk again.

His cock jumped at the thought.

The door opened and Adam pushed away from the wall. “Finally—” His words caught in his throat at the sight standing before him. Dirk was wearing his robes from the living crèche event. But the front of the robe was nicely tented, the neckline open and a wide expanse of smooth, golden skin showing beneath it.

Dirk’s sexy green gaze sparkled, the full, pouty mouth widening in a smile as Adam’s boxers bulged from the sight. “I had a little trouble getting the beard on right. Usually Camille, my makeup girl does it for me.”

Adam swallowed hard. “The beard?” Adam’s gaze lifted to Dirk’s face. “Oh yeah, that bushy brown thing on your face. I barely noticed.”

Dirk’s chuckle was deep and husky, filled with heat. “How do you think it will feel on your balls?”

Adam made a soft sound of need in his throat. “Suddenly I’m looking at the beard in a whole new light.”

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Monday Musings – Watching Characters Evolve


No, this isn’t an article for authors about how to “grow” your characters in a series. This is about enjoying the evolution of your favorite characters as a reader. That’s really at the heart of serialized reading, isn’t it? It’s the reason we enjoy reading a series, or watching one on TV. We enjoy the process of getting to know a character better with each episode…watching them turn from unknown entities to virtual friends (or enemies!). It’s a journey of connection, not to a flesh and blood person, but to something almost more powerful, an idealized image of a flesh and blood person. When that ideal gains depth…humanity…it’s a truly engaging reading experience…because every detail added to their personality brings them more and more off the pages and into the reader’s heart and home.

This concept is on my mind right now because I’m about to release the first Christmas novella for my popular Hoale Construction Mystery series. In Oh! Hoaley Night!, the main characters reach a new level of understanding about themselves and the people they care about, and it changes them in measurable ways. Along with a great mystery to solve, the reader gets a glimpse into Adam’s life, the things that shaped him into the man he is today, and subsequently has a front row seat to watch Adam grow as a person, a lover, and a son.  As a bonus, we also get to witness Adam and Dirk’s relationship deepening, as they return to the place where it all began for them and face old insecurities and new revelations. Adam and Dirk emerge from the pages of this book more human…more sympathetic… because they’ve faced some hard truths about themselves and learned to hold onto each other when things get tough. It was an enlightening book to write and I hope it will be a fascinating book to read. We’ll find out in a few days, as Oh! Hoaley Night! releases on November 22nd!

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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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Monday Musings – Gothic is Cool


When I say Gothic, I don’t mean dying your hair black and coating yourself in black fabric. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, as Jerry Seinfield would say,  I’m talking about Gothic fiction. I cut my fictional teeth on Gothic romances. I ate them up…devoured them. I mean, to have blood-less horror, suspense and romance all in one story is the very definition of heaven for me. So what are the elements of a Gothic romance that appeal to me? It’s the settings more than anything: Dark, lonely castles–foggy cliff sides, high above a roiling ocean–tortured heroes with dangerous secrets–terrified heroines trying to cling to their dreams while fighting for their lives. Gothic romances throb with atmosphere.  They test the human spirit and challenge the human will.  As a reader, it’s easy to immerse yourself in Gothic fiction, because there’s just so much heft and flavor.

So what stays with me long after a Gothic romance is done? The humanity. Built on a platform of Beauty and the Beast mythology, these stories embody the idea of acceptance and love. If a terrified woman who finds herself alone in a world where the man she loves might be a monster can hold onto that love despite danger and misunderstanding…If she can look beyond the ugliness of her perception, to the man underneath…anything is possible. It’s the ultimate love story. And I eat it up like lemon cake!

Happy reading everybody!

Monday Musings – Why All the Cops?


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Book 2: Hoale Construction Mysteries

Have you ever noticed that MM romance is thick with cops as heroes? I wonder why that is? Maybe it’s because I gravitate toward mystery/suspense stories and it’s natural in that genre for one of the main characters to be a cop. But there are so many other roles a strong hero can play. And an amateur sleuth can be a ton of fun! Which is why, in my Hoale Construction Mysteries series, I made one hero a construction business owner and the other a movie actor.  It may seem a strange pairing but it works. While it’s always useful to have a cop on the fictional payroll, so to speak, the cop in my series is an accessory character, which comes in handy when my amateurs need somebody to clean up the mess they’ve made with their sleuthing. hehehe

The other reason I chose such different roles for my main characters is that I just like to be different. No following the crowd for me! In fact, one reviewer said this of me as my alter ego: “Author Sam Cheever doesn’t do boring. Sam Cheever doesn’t do ordinary.”   I smiled when I read this, because that reviewer gets me. I don’t like to do what everybody else is doing.  That is boring. I like reading and writing unique stories with out-of-the-ordinary characters.  In my opinion, characters who are cops have become the vampires and werewolves of paranormal fiction, which is not good. While still popular, it’s getting harder and harder to come up with a unique premise using vampires and werewolves.

So let’s hear it for cute, self-deprecating construction guys and sexually confused Hollywood actors! Trust me, their pairings are just as incendiary. And their exploits are twice the fun!

Happy reading, everybody!