Chances: Chance of a Lifetime
ISBN: 978-1-60521-144-2
Erotic Urban Fantasy
L. Shannon - http://lshannon.net
Changeling Press - http://changelingpress.com
February 24, 2009
Blurb
The perfect gift, one hunk of an ex-lover wrapped in cuffs and a red leather bow set in a snow-filled corner of hell...
But will the gift be accepted in the spirit it was given? Or will the gift tear their love apart?
Excerpt
Josh leapt backwards when the hotel TV melted into an inky black hole and out stepped a business man in a smooth gray suit. With a deepening glare, the guy strode forward and grabbed Josh in one arm. "Chance owes me big time for this errand boy nonsense."
Before he could do more than drag his feet, they were both through the portal and stepping into a tidy looking hallway in front of an obnoxious red door. And just as quick, the man in the suit was gone again, leaving him alone.
He swallowed back the wave of fear. If Chance had sent for him, then surely he was supposed to open the door. After a light tap, he pushed the door open.
What the hell? He tried to say the words, but no sound emerged from his slack mouth. The decorations from his house were arranged around the cozy room. White candles danced on every surface. Red, white and gold streamers and roses in the three shades were all over. Two ice buckets with chilling champagne sat on the counter. Across the floor, which was covered in snow white confetti, dark red petals made a trail to a huge bed and on the bed…
Josh’s heart stopped and then thundered with the impossible thrill laid out before him. A very sexy man bound with his head covered kneeling in the center of the bed covered in white satin. Dressed in nothing but leather straps, he held an arched position that pushed his thick erection out in front like a flag waving surrender.
Blood rushed through Josh’s body.
The red leather straps across the man’s chest formed a bow. As in… a gift?
Heat flared behind him -- Chance’s heat. "You like your gift, love?" Chance’s warm breath feathered over his ear with every caressing word. "One of a kind. If you like him, you can keep him."
He turned, pulling Chance into an embrace. "Damn, I’ve missed you so much." He brought their lips together and set about devouring Chance the way he’d been dreaming of for the past week. On and on he kissed him, relishing the joy of just being with him again.
Then Chance’s words sank in… He pulled back "What do you mean, ‘keep him’?"
"He’s a gift. What kind of Indian giver would I be if I didn’t let you keep him?"
END EXCERPT
Buy Chance of a Lifetime at http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=77
Check out the other Chance books at http://www.lshannon.net/Chances.html
A Snowball's Chance
A Second Chance
Another Chance
A Chance Encounter
Games of Chance
Chance of a Lifetime
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Chances 4: Games of Chance
Chances: Games of Chance
Erotic Urban Fantasy
L. Shannon - http://lshannon.net/
Changeling Press - http://changelingpress.com/
February 20, 2009
Blurb
What does a demon give his mortal lover for their one-year anniversary? Chance knows exactly what Josh wants -- his former lover, Brandon. The three can be happy together, but only if Brandon is willing to share… All Chance has to do is push Brandon to the limits -- and prove he’s worth the risk.
The perfect gift. That’s what Chance needs. And in this case that elusive item would be a silly, reluctant mortal gift-wrapped with a big bow.
Excerpt
Chance couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was Brandon on the verge of agreeing to give this a try, but he did it looking damn attractive. He wasn’t model handsome or anything. It was the determined look in his eyes and the stubborn set to his jaw.
More than that, it was the reason for that determination. The willingness to fight for Josh the only way he could.
Oh, but forcing Brandon to endure wasn’t his idea of a good time. No, he needed to make the mortal enjoy, and if that meant playing sex games that pushed the limits… so be it.
He backed away from Brandon. "I already know you want me to play the big bad demon, forcing my will on you, but there will be rules to these games."
Brandon’s gaze finally met his. "What rules?"
"I don’t do rape." At least not off the job. "You’ve never dipped your toes into this water before, so we’ll only make one rule. I expect you to be willing, even when you play at being a victim. If you can’t handle it or want to stop, say your safe word. With one word, whatever game we’re playing ends. That’s it. That’s the one rule, the only rule."
Brandon’s adam’s apple bobbed.
"Do you understand?"
"What if… what if I can’t say it? What if I’m gagged or something?" Brandon’s question was accompanied by the vivid image of his mouth stuffed full of flaming cock.
Chance nearly laughed at the image. Would have laughed if it hadn’t sent all the blood in his body racing to the cock in question. Through a grin, he reassured Brandon. "Just think it. I’ll hear and know you want to stop."
The terrified look was fading from Brandon’s face, leaving behind mixed curiosity and determination with no more than a dash of fear.
The change was more than he’d hoped for this soon. Maybe Brandon’s fear of things nonhuman would be easier to conquer than he’d first thought. Once the fear was gone, this game would be so much more fun. He could hardly wait to get started. "What will your safe word be?"
"Can the safe word be Josh?"
"I don’t think that would work too well. Frankly if you don’t think of him often during this little experiment of ours, I don’t really see the point in bothering. Just so we’re clear on the facts, I’m doing this, offering you this opportunity, as a gift for Josh."
Brandon’s back straightened. "Well, just so we’re completely clear. I think that if you cared for Josh ,you’d get the hell out of his life. Or better yet, make him forget that you even exist. Whether I’m in his life or not, being tied to a demon is never going to be in his best interests."
"Good. We understand each other. Now, what is your safe word?"
"Banana split."
"Don’t forget it." The anger and challenge dancing in Brandon’s eyes was very enticing. They might not ever get to the point where he could trust him, but these tests might be a hell of a lot of fun anyhow.
"Now what?"
"Into your bedroom and strip."
Brandon’s jaw fell open. "Now?"
"Now. Get out of those clothes and show me what you’ve got." His mind shot back to Christmas Eve. He hadn’t seen Brandon naked then, but he’d felt those lips around him. More of that would be good, but considering the fear coursing through the mortal, he’d have to go slower. At least until Brandon conquered that bigotry.
Looking deeper into Brandon’s mind, he examined that dark desire that he denied so vehemently aloud. It was a glimpse into being dominated, but Brandon had never so much as dipped his toes into those waters. Even now with a simple command like "strip" Brandon rebelled, fought against the desire to submit and obey.
Chance chuckled and then laughed harder when Brandon jumped at the sound.
This game of submission Brandon wanted to try would let Chance take control of the play, and help Brandon feel like he had no choice. Relieving the mortal of all the self-recriminations and guilt. Chance could understand and accept the excuse. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have his own agenda here. He crowded the mortal backwards across the small living space and into the bedroom.
Brandon pushed down his slacks, stepping free of the legs before sinking onto the bed.
"Lay back and relax. I just want to explore your body this time."
"Explore?" Brandon hesitated for a second then reclined slowly.
"Yes, explore. Touch and taste you. Learn what you like and don’t."
"Taste? I… I don’t want you to bite me or drink my blood or anything."
He didn’t bother to reassure Brandon this time. The fool was in for a surprise, because if Chance wanted to bite or nibble he wasn’t going to ask permission. And considering the way Brandon’s eyes had flashed inhuman gold during their last meeting, it was past time he got over the bigotry he’d been spouting. "Some things will be your choice, but most of this game will offer you only one decision. Either give in or use your safe word."
Chance threw energy into the exposed sheets on the bed. Within his power the simple cloth simulated life and twisted on the bed, forming long ropes. They wrapped around Brandon’s wrists and pulled him more firmly onto the bed.
With a burst of fire, he dissolved his clothing and advanced on Brandon in nothing but flames.
"Ugghh!" Brandon jerked back, pulling on the restraining rope sheets.
Banking his flames, he slowed his approach, reaching for Brandon’s long, tense thigh with one hand. Nearly all his demonic characteristics were in check. He didn’t hide his flames, but kept them tight and hot against his skin.
Brandon’s leg stayed whipcord tight, but his head fell back against the pillow. Through barely parted lips he whispered, "For Josh."
For Josh.
God, they were a pair, weren’t they. Neither completely willing, but both trying so hard to find something that would work… for Josh.
END EXCERPT
Buy Games of Chance at http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=77
Check out the other Chance books at http://www.lshannon.net/Chances.html
A Snowball's Chance
A Second Chance
Another Chance
A Chance Encounter
Games of Chance
Chance of a Lifetime
Shannon
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
L.Shannon ~ http://lshannon.net/ ~ Dark Paranormal Romance
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LShannon/ for contests & freebies
Eagle Clan: Father of the Wolf - now available in print!
FREE BOOK (Welcome Home) at http://www.lshannon.net/SCV.html
Find more L. Shannon books at Amber Quill Press, Changeling Press, Cobblestone Press, Liquid Silver Books & Noble Romance
Erotic Urban Fantasy
L. Shannon - http://lshannon.net/
Changeling Press - http://changelingpress.com/
February 20, 2009
Blurb
What does a demon give his mortal lover for their one-year anniversary? Chance knows exactly what Josh wants -- his former lover, Brandon. The three can be happy together, but only if Brandon is willing to share… All Chance has to do is push Brandon to the limits -- and prove he’s worth the risk.
The perfect gift. That’s what Chance needs. And in this case that elusive item would be a silly, reluctant mortal gift-wrapped with a big bow.
Excerpt
Chance couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was Brandon on the verge of agreeing to give this a try, but he did it looking damn attractive. He wasn’t model handsome or anything. It was the determined look in his eyes and the stubborn set to his jaw.
More than that, it was the reason for that determination. The willingness to fight for Josh the only way he could.
Oh, but forcing Brandon to endure wasn’t his idea of a good time. No, he needed to make the mortal enjoy, and if that meant playing sex games that pushed the limits… so be it.
He backed away from Brandon. "I already know you want me to play the big bad demon, forcing my will on you, but there will be rules to these games."
Brandon’s gaze finally met his. "What rules?"
"I don’t do rape." At least not off the job. "You’ve never dipped your toes into this water before, so we’ll only make one rule. I expect you to be willing, even when you play at being a victim. If you can’t handle it or want to stop, say your safe word. With one word, whatever game we’re playing ends. That’s it. That’s the one rule, the only rule."
Brandon’s adam’s apple bobbed.
"Do you understand?"
"What if… what if I can’t say it? What if I’m gagged or something?" Brandon’s question was accompanied by the vivid image of his mouth stuffed full of flaming cock.
Chance nearly laughed at the image. Would have laughed if it hadn’t sent all the blood in his body racing to the cock in question. Through a grin, he reassured Brandon. "Just think it. I’ll hear and know you want to stop."
The terrified look was fading from Brandon’s face, leaving behind mixed curiosity and determination with no more than a dash of fear.
The change was more than he’d hoped for this soon. Maybe Brandon’s fear of things nonhuman would be easier to conquer than he’d first thought. Once the fear was gone, this game would be so much more fun. He could hardly wait to get started. "What will your safe word be?"
"Can the safe word be Josh?"
"I don’t think that would work too well. Frankly if you don’t think of him often during this little experiment of ours, I don’t really see the point in bothering. Just so we’re clear on the facts, I’m doing this, offering you this opportunity, as a gift for Josh."
Brandon’s back straightened. "Well, just so we’re completely clear. I think that if you cared for Josh ,you’d get the hell out of his life. Or better yet, make him forget that you even exist. Whether I’m in his life or not, being tied to a demon is never going to be in his best interests."
"Good. We understand each other. Now, what is your safe word?"
"Banana split."
"Don’t forget it." The anger and challenge dancing in Brandon’s eyes was very enticing. They might not ever get to the point where he could trust him, but these tests might be a hell of a lot of fun anyhow.
"Now what?"
"Into your bedroom and strip."
Brandon’s jaw fell open. "Now?"
"Now. Get out of those clothes and show me what you’ve got." His mind shot back to Christmas Eve. He hadn’t seen Brandon naked then, but he’d felt those lips around him. More of that would be good, but considering the fear coursing through the mortal, he’d have to go slower. At least until Brandon conquered that bigotry.
Looking deeper into Brandon’s mind, he examined that dark desire that he denied so vehemently aloud. It was a glimpse into being dominated, but Brandon had never so much as dipped his toes into those waters. Even now with a simple command like "strip" Brandon rebelled, fought against the desire to submit and obey.
Chance chuckled and then laughed harder when Brandon jumped at the sound.
This game of submission Brandon wanted to try would let Chance take control of the play, and help Brandon feel like he had no choice. Relieving the mortal of all the self-recriminations and guilt. Chance could understand and accept the excuse. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have his own agenda here. He crowded the mortal backwards across the small living space and into the bedroom.
Brandon pushed down his slacks, stepping free of the legs before sinking onto the bed.
"Lay back and relax. I just want to explore your body this time."
"Explore?" Brandon hesitated for a second then reclined slowly.
"Yes, explore. Touch and taste you. Learn what you like and don’t."
"Taste? I… I don’t want you to bite me or drink my blood or anything."
He didn’t bother to reassure Brandon this time. The fool was in for a surprise, because if Chance wanted to bite or nibble he wasn’t going to ask permission. And considering the way Brandon’s eyes had flashed inhuman gold during their last meeting, it was past time he got over the bigotry he’d been spouting. "Some things will be your choice, but most of this game will offer you only one decision. Either give in or use your safe word."
Chance threw energy into the exposed sheets on the bed. Within his power the simple cloth simulated life and twisted on the bed, forming long ropes. They wrapped around Brandon’s wrists and pulled him more firmly onto the bed.
With a burst of fire, he dissolved his clothing and advanced on Brandon in nothing but flames.
"Ugghh!" Brandon jerked back, pulling on the restraining rope sheets.
Banking his flames, he slowed his approach, reaching for Brandon’s long, tense thigh with one hand. Nearly all his demonic characteristics were in check. He didn’t hide his flames, but kept them tight and hot against his skin.
Brandon’s leg stayed whipcord tight, but his head fell back against the pillow. Through barely parted lips he whispered, "For Josh."
For Josh.
God, they were a pair, weren’t they. Neither completely willing, but both trying so hard to find something that would work… for Josh.
END EXCERPT
Buy Games of Chance at http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=77
Check out the other Chance books at http://www.lshannon.net/Chances.html
A Snowball's Chance
A Second Chance
Another Chance
A Chance Encounter
Games of Chance
Chance of a Lifetime
Shannon
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
L.Shannon ~ http://lshannon.net/ ~ Dark Paranormal Romance
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LShannon/ for contests & freebies
Eagle Clan: Father of the Wolf - now available in print!
FREE BOOK (Welcome Home) at http://www.lshannon.net/SCV.html
Find more L. Shannon books at Amber Quill Press, Changeling Press, Cobblestone Press, Liquid Silver Books & Noble Romance
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