Guest Writer Wednesday: Jessica Coulter Smith

Today Changeling author Jessica Coulter Smith, author of the bestselling series Intergalactic Brides, Cy-Con, and Dixie Reapers, is sharing a bit from her latest Harley Wylde book, Tex! Enjoy!

DixieReapersBanner

Book Six in the Dixie Reapers MC series is releasing today! If you haven’t read the Dixie
Reapers yet, you can jump right in. Each book can be read as a stand-alone, but you may enjoy the series more if you
read all of them. Each book focuses on a different character. The men of the Dixie Reapers have a thing for younger
women, so each book is an older hero/younger heroine pairing.

Tex Cover Small

Genres/Themes: Contemporary, BBW, Interracial, MC Romance, Men and Women in
Uniform, New Adult, Silver Fox

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Release Date: August 17th

Tex — I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail.
Instead, I made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I’d never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie
Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I’m back, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to
my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the
daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with
haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I’d vowed to never let another woman fuck me over. I just hope
I don’t regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.

Kalani — I’ve been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough
on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I’d always expected I’d die there, until he
came. Not that he was coming for me. I’ve sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained
her trust and loyalty. I’d have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn’t, because now I’m
faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me
out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my
feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more…
I want to be loved.

WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit
sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

Tex Graphic 3

Purchase from Changeling Press or Online Retailers

SNEAK PEEK…

The truck came to a stop just outside a metal gate. It slid open, and the truck pulled
through. I didn’t know where we were, and I didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t the asylum. Anything was better than being
there. They drove down a winding road and stopped in front of a green house. Flicker got out and opened the back
door. Tex held me tight as he stepped out of the truck and began carrying me toward the house. Janessa walked at his
side.

“Call the doc,” Tex said. “I think they both need to be checked out.”

My body tensed, and I struggled against him. No, no more doctors. Doctors caused pain. I
could feel the panic rising inside me, my heart racing and my lungs feeling like they’d seize at any moment.

“Hey, easy,” Tex crooned at me. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Doctors do bad things,” Janessa said softly. “Especially to Kalani.”

Tex looked down at me and gave a slight nod. “All right. No doctors. Not for tonight
anyway.”

“Where are you going to put them?” Flicker asked. “Only two of the bedrooms are
furnished.”

“Kalani and I can share,” Janessa said.

Tex carried me down a short hall and stepped into a blue bedroom. He eased me down
onto the bed, and I winced as pain shot through me again. Janessa moved around to the other side of the bed and
crawled in next to me. She stayed close, but not near enough that she’d hurt me.

“You’re safe here,” Tex said. “No one can get into the compound without our
permission.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

He smiled a little. “We’re Dixie Reapers, and we take care of our own.”

“But I’m not one of you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He glanced at his daughter. “She thinks you belong to her, and since she’s mine, I guess
that makes you mine too.”

A strange warmth worked its way through me at his words. I’d never been anyone’s
before, but as his gaze settled on me again, I decided I didn’t mind being called his. With the bedroom lights on, I could
see more details of the men who had rescued us. They were each handsome in their own way, but Tex took my breath
away. I’d never considered a man attractive before, not when I knew what they were capable of, but these men had
risked their lives to save us. And that made them different.

Tex Graphic1

Where to find Harley:
Website: http://harleywylde.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HarleyWylde/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/harleywylde/

Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but
they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding
men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want,
then you’ve come to the right place.

Already a Harley fan? Join the Wyldlings on Facebook!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/244192023075587/

HarleysWyldlingsBanner

Guest Writer Wednesday: Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley is here to talk about her book Party Animal today!

PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley

Roosters 6

 

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

 

Get your copy at Changeling Press.

 

Pre-Order At:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

iTunes

 

 

Teaser

 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

 

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

 

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

 

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

 

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

 

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

 

Check out all the books in the Roosters series:

https://www.changelingpress.com/roosters-s-513

 

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.

 

Website | Blog | Twitter | FaceBook | Instagram | Pinterest

 

 

Guest Writer Wednesday: Lynn Burke

Today’s guest post and excerpts come from new-to-Changeling author Lynn Burke! Please give her a warm welcome.
Don’t Let Go

 

Darkest Desires #1

 

Publisher: Changeling Press
Keywords:  BDSM, Silver Fox, MayDecember, EroticRomance, FemDom, Domme, Contemporary, Novella, Series

 


Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.
Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissive’s fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control — until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.
Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?
PURCHASE LINKS: 
EXCERPT:
I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.
As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.
I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.
Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating — if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.
Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night — Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.
Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.
My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.
Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted — craved — submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.
My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.
No such fucking luck.
I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.
A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.
Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.
“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.
I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.
A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.
I knew what she saw — what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.
Something tailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.
She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.
From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt — also black — over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.
My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.
I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.
“You will call me Mistress.”
© Lynn Burke 2018
 
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Guest Writer Wednesday: Writing Shifters by Sean Michael

shifterrescue_freedomI love writing shifters of all kinds. It started with werewolves, but I’ve branched out and have done bears, spirit bears, dragons, cats of all kinds.

 

One of the fun things about writing shifters is bringing their animal qualities to their human forms. My cat shifters are all usually quite slinky as humans, while bear shifters translate into tall, solid humans. Dragons on the other hand are magical and so I like to reflect that in their humans as well – Az from Shifter Rescue: Scales and Shifter Rescue: Claws, is as blue in his human form as he is in his dragon form.

 

Making love is all about passion, and can be very animalistic and it’s fun to be able to emphasize that in a sex scene between shifters. Most of my shifters are definite carnivores and so are their humans. It’s fun to make that correlation between animal and human, to look at the characteristics that the animal of the shifter I’m writing has and choose which ones to bring over to their human, what animalistic quirks will best describe the shifter’s personality. Continue reading “Guest Writer Wednesday: Writing Shifters by Sean Michael”

Guest Writer Wednesday: Kate Hill

blowbyblowmedI’m so excited to have Kate Hill with us at the blog today! Kate is sharing some info about her writing style, her book Blow by Blow and some other secrets. Check it out below:

Share a little bit about your writing style. What genres and types of heroes/heroines are you attracted to? What do you love to write about?

I like characters who aren’t afraid of breaking the rules. My favorite characters are usually antiheroes or villains turned hero. Sometimes you’ll find a “golden” hero in my stories, but most of the time my characters have shades of gray traits to their personality.

What can we expect when we experience one of your books?

Generally I enjoy including a paranormal or fantasy twist in my stories. I also like action scenes, some kind of fighting or adventure.

Tell us a little about your latest release, or your favorite among all of your books.

Blow by Blow is my latest release. It’s a M/M erotic romance set on an alternate Earth. In it, a hunky former heavyweight champ and an ass-kicking beauty fight for their lives and their love in a futuristic world of MMA.

If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?

A fictional crush? I’d go with Murdock from the 1980s TV show The A Team. I have no idea what we’d do, but I’m sure it would be unforgettable.

What’s the most romantic thing someone ever did for you, or that you did for someone else?

Truly, I’ve found that there’s more romance in fiction than in real life. That’s why I enjoy writing it.

Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.

“Let her Go” by Passenger because it’s so true to life that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Anything else?

If possible, I’d like to share this excerpt from Blow by Blow: Continue reading “Guest Writer Wednesday: Kate Hill”

Guest Writer Wednesday: Zenobia Renquist

VIPRoomService-200x300In an unspecified city, in an unspecified five-star hotel, VIP Room Service (Other Related Duties #1)—now on sale for 99¢ (regularly $2.99) until 26 Sep—takes place. I didn’t want to specify a city or a specific hotel (not even a made up one) simply because I didn’t want someone coming after me saying I had maligned their reputation. As an author, that’s a worry.

 

However, I didn’t pull this hotel out of thin air. Not completely. Certain aspects of the hotel where Lexie works are from real life locations. For instance, the fountain I mention drew inspiration from the fountain in the West Chester Marriott in Ohio where the Reader-Author Get Together convention is held every June (fun convention if you can get in). As a note, the two fountains have nothing in common, except that they both have water in them. I just remembered the Marriott’s fountain and decided my fictional hotel should have one too.

 

And what’s a fountain without fish in it? Specifically koi. I spent three years in Hawaii (my husband was stationed at Hickam) and Ala Moana (one of the major malls on Oahu) has several medians in the pedestrian walkways full of koi. Huge koi at that. Those fish are very well fed. They made an appearance in the book.

 

Then there are the various Japanese gardens I’ve visited during my lifetime with those beautiful high-arched bridges over the koi ponds. Being an expensive five-star hotel, of course they could afford something ornate like that as well as the aquarium glass sitting area directly below the bridge so patrons could watch the fish swimming underwater.

 

Now if there is a hotel out there like the one I described, that is a complete coincidence. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a five-star hotel, let alone stepped foot in one. Or if I did, I didn’t know it. I cringe when the daily room rate is over $50 so there’s no way I’m staying someplace where the cheapest rooms start at $200. But imagination is free and VIP Room Service is 99¢ until 26 Sep, so you can visit this posh hotel in your imagination and enjoy all the amenities. And I do mean all.

 

A hotel erotica tale hot enough to set the screen on fire.

 

She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.

 

Lexie’s job as a maid at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that rich guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Submission and exhibition and a ménage. Lexie can’t resist. What should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. This is one workplace encounter that could get her fired…or will it?

 

NOTE: Title previously published as Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1).

 

 

Genre: Contemporary BDSM Erotica, MFM, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Publisher: DZRB Books

Length: Novella – 37K (approx. 83 pages)

ISBN: 9781634750004 (ASIN B00V8RE64K)

Price: $2.99 99¢ – On Sale! (Ends 26 Sep 2015)

 

** Buy Links **

All Romance eBooks

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-viproomserviceotherrelatedduties1-1768225-354.html

 

Google

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Zenobia_Renquist_VIP_Room_Service?id=yPyhBwAAQBAJ

 

iBooks

https://itunes.apple.com/book/vip-room-service/id980481147

 

Kindle

 

Kobo

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/vip-room-service

 

Nook

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121647282?ean=2940151231589

 

Smashwords (use coupon code FH44L at checkout to receive sale price)

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/530798

 

** Read an Excerpt **

 

She drew in a long gasping breath and then choked on it as someone knocked at the door.

“Room service.”

She widened her eyes, and her pleasure dropped to nil.

“Ah. Right on time.” Mr. Malena dialed off the vibrator, removed it, and set it aside. He called, “One moment.”

“What?” Lexie asked in a frantic whisper. She clutched at the comforter, debating if she should hide in the bathroom or under the bed. Had the server heard her? Had he recognized her voice?

She looked at her uniform draped over the back of the chair. He would know a housekeeper was with Mr. Malena. A housekeeper who was undressed with a wide variety of toys out in the open. No deductive reasoning was needed to figure out what was happening or who the housekeeper was.

Mr. Malena patted her belly. “Shhhh.” He held his finger to his lips. “Just relax.”

“I can’t relax,” Lexie whispered back. “He’ll see me.”

“No, he won’t.” He grinned. “Not your face, at any rate.” He urged her to lie back before draping a towel over her head. “There.”

“Wha—”

“Shhhh. You don’t want him to recognize your voice, if you know him. So long as you stay still, he won’t see your face.”

“What about the rest of me? What about my uniform? And the cart outside?” Lexie could see her job ending. She should have known this was too good to be true.

“I’ll take care of it. Now hush.”

Clothing rustled. Lexie peeked under the towel in time to see Mr. Malena fold her uniform into one of the dresser drawers and close it. He slipped on a robe and then glanced back at her. She yanked the towel back down. She wanted to roll herself in the comforter. Wanted to and didn’t at the same time.

She only had to keep her face covered, and the server wouldn’t know who she was. The idea of letting a virtual stranger see her naked titillated her. Her clit throbbed and ached to be touched. She clutched at the towel and waited.

Mr. Malena opened the door. “Thank you, my good man. I am famished. This way.”

Lexie frowned. When had he ordered room service? Had he done it before she arrived and known it would get here while they were playing? He did seem less flustered by this turn of events than she was, as if he’d planned it.

The server asked, “Where do you want— Whoa!”

A long pause followed that exclamation. The server had seen her.

 

Want more? Read the full first chapter online at DRB1stChp Blog:

http://drb1stchp.com/2015/03/vip-room-service-by-zenobia-renquist/

 

** Buy Links **

All Romance eBooks

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-viproomserviceotherrelatedduties1-1768225-354.html

 

Google

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Zenobia_Renquist_VIP_Room_Service?id=yPyhBwAAQBAJ

 

iBooks

https://itunes.apple.com/book/vip-room-service/id980481147

 

Kindle

 

Kobo

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/vip-room-service

 

Nook

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121647282?ean=2940151231589

 

Smashwords (use coupon code FH44L at checkout to receive sale price)

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/530798

 

 

** Bio **

Zenobia Renquist is the alter-ego of D. Renee Bagby. Call her Zen or Renee, she answers to both. Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, she was born in Europe, has lived in Japan and in several states of the US, including Virginia, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, California, Maryland and Hawaii.

 

She moved a lot in her younger years and remembers all too well being the new kid in fish-out-of-water situations. But those experiences only made her better able to adapt, as well they gave her a love of travel, preferring road trips over flying.

 

Turning her favorite pastime into her career, Renee loves to build worlds and torture her characters for the enjoyment of her readers. She can’t fill everyday with writing alone, and also enjoys watching anime, reading manga, crocheting, knitting (yarn and mail), and binging shows on Netflix. She’s a Whovian (David Tennant for the win!), a trekkie (DS9 because Odo rocked), and a fan of pretty much every Marvel live action movie and DCU animated movie.

 

She has a wacky imagination and tends to write all over the place. In order to keep up, she only asks one thing—Leave Your Reality Behind to Discover Different and Unique Romance & Erotica.

 

Visit her website: http://zenobiarenquist.com

 

Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZenobiaRenquist

 

Like her Facebook Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/Author.DRBagby.ZRenquist

 

Like her Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Zenobia-Renquist/e/B002BWYVW8/

 

Review her on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/zenobiarenquist

 

Get her Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/ZenobiaRenquist

 

Sign up for her Newsletter: https://signup.ymlp.com/signup.js?id=geusujygmguu

Guest Writer Wednesday: Ana Raine

2394Next to You (Kline 4) by Ana Raine

 

Blurb:

Identical twins Alexei and Vasily have been fulfilling fantasies for customers of the Kline Agency for the past five years. Not only does the Kline allow them to work together, but with the money they make they are able to pay down the debt their older brother left behind.

Until the debt is paid, the brothers have pledged not to fall in love. But when a new client, Kane, requests the twins, Vasily can’t join Alexei, and Alexei goes out on his own. Alexei has to admit he is more than a little interested in their handsome new client. Keeping their pledge to share equally, Vasily goes on their second date alone, pretending to be Alexei. To his surprise, he, too is smitten.

Kane Thatcher has been looking for Vasily for more than five years. They were once lovers, though Vasily has no memory of him, due to a head injury sustained at the hands of the vicious Noch gang.

As his memories slowly return under Kane’s careful guidance, Vasily becomes determined to end their debt to the Noch Gang here and now — a decision that may cost them all more than they’re willing to pay.

 

Buy Link:

https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2394

 

R-Excerpt:

“Package deal, you see?” Alexei and I chorused. My brother’s bright blue eyes were shining even in the dark room. Mine were a slightly darker blue. Despite our freckled cheeks, pale Russian skin, and blond hair, if someone really wanted to figure out which one was which, they should have been able to tell.

We didn’t limit our clients to just males, although that was our usual demographic. No matter the gender of our client, Alexei loved to dangle our sex appeal in front of them and then yank it away.

All through high school, we’d attracted the attention of men and women, which was why shortly after turning eighteen we’d started working for Lance. The money came easy and Alexei and I were never parted. But I credited him with our long list of clientele.

Just like people do in Anime during a twincest scene, Mr. Varner’s eyebrows shot up and he inhaled sharply. If I had been standing across the room, I still could’ve seen the lust in his eyes.

Instantly, he lowered his voice as he asked. “And, how much would it be to continue our time together? Say, for another hour or so?”

There was no doubt in my mind he would whip out a couple hundreds if we named that as our price.

“How much do you think we’re worth?” Alexei teased as he unbuttoned the top button of his dress jacket.

My mouth dropped and I shot him a look of fear. Rule number one, we never ever slept with a client.

“For the both of you,” he gazed at Alexei and then to me. “What one of my employees makes in a day.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “But we’re going to have to decline.”

Alexei shrugged, “Vasily is right, of course. We can’t allow ourselves to be swept away, as tempting as the offer might be.”

Mr. Varner didn’t admit defeat. “Surely, I can offer a price that will make you change your mind. I can ensure both of you receive the utmost pleasure.”

Like most of the clients Lance threw our way, Mr. Varner was attractive. He had dark green eyes and the body of a thirty-year-old although he was in his late fifties.

“I’m afraid we still have to decline.” Alexei checked his watch, the one I’d gotten him for our twenty-fifth birthday, and then stood up. He reached for my arm and made sure he was the first one Mr. Varner would reach if he decided to get grabby. “I’m the only one who can see Vasily naked.”

When we first started using this line, all I had to do was look at Alexei and we would be thrown into a fit of giggles. Working on not laughing while pretending to be enamored with each other had taken time, but now we had it down to a science.

“Thank you for your time. We hope you will call on us again,” Alexei and I echoed.

Clearly Mr. Varner was used to getting his way and didn’t attempt to hide his displeasure at being refused. Not wanting to waste time in the illustrious lounge, I checked my pockets to make sure I had my wallet and keys before following Alexei to the elevator.

I watched the elevator doors close behind us and counted to ten before clearing my throat.

“What was all that about?”

Alexei loosened his tie and leaned against the wall nearest to the buttons as the elevator slowly descended the eighty floors we had to go. “What was what about?”

“How much do you think we’re worth?” I repeated sourly. “I thought we agreed to never become intimate with our clients.”

“And we didn’t,” Alexei said, before shooting me one of those breathtaking smiles that made me incapable of hating my twin. For being identical, how was it we could have such different smiles? “How long have we been doing this?”

“Five years.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of refusing every man who comes our way? Seriously, how many guys have we fucked since high school?”

I closed my eyes. “I don’t know about you but I can count them on one hand.”

He pressed his fingers to my cheek, startling me. “What happened five years ago wasn’t your fault.”

I slapped his hand away. “I don’t want to talk about it. You promised we wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, but I worry about you not finding love. And what happened is part of the reason you push everyone away.”

 

Ana Raine

Anarainebooks.blogspot.com

 

IMG_0409Ana Raine Author Bio

Ana is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life, although social work seems to be the most likely. Her best friends are a box of chocolate and her kitten who always sits beside her while she writes. When Ana was in high school, she often wrote about the LGBT community, but now her work is less…innocent. Ana enjoys writing anything and everything, including BDSM, dragons, shifters, magic, and more.

 

If you’d like to follow her, here is her blog site. http://anarainebooks.blogspot.com/