| Author: | Skye Eagleday | ISBN: | 9781301467686 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday | Publication: | March 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Skye Eagleday |
| ISBN: | 9781301467686 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday |
| Publication: | March 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Supernatural Sex and the City
Seattle is a magnet for the Supernatural community, pulling in rare shapeshifters from the lush forests, an ancient vampire or two, and the golden eyed werewolves.
In this collection of tales, meet Billy--a self described “annoying twink” and “Power Bottom.” Billy seems to have some gifts of his own that send his new supernatural lover into depths of passion neither one of them had known before.
The beautiful Native American vampire Ash once drank deeply from his enemies at Little Big Horn. Now he hunts at night in the gay bars of the Emerald City. Before the dawn he and his new human lover will face a danger far greater than Custer's army.
Armed with an on-line degree from the University of Phoenix, the potential alpha Dallas has come to the Pacific Northwest to put some distance between himself, his Pack, and his former lover. He's still recovering from the rough sex. He's drawn to another expert in joyskinning—the werewolf Jax. Jax will take Dallas to Run at full moon in his favorite forest, where a life-changing moment will alter their lives forever.
(A steamy erotic romance collection of adult tales that involve supernatural shape-shifter sex,vampire passion, oral, deep throating, anal, taken rough, three ways, and more! Over 26,000 words.)
Excerpt:
Ash
I had seen him here on more than one occasion. Even for someone who has been around as long as I have, he would be hard not to notice. Maybe it was also because there was something about him that reminded me of a soldier I had known before I had been Embraced. He looked like the cavalry officer I had killed at Little Big Horn. Yeah, I was that old. I was also on the winning side. Custer was an asshole.
1875 was when I discovered why in our language the slang for White man is “hairy ass.” He had been a soldier as well. Maybe I had a thing for men in uniform. It didn’t take me long to get the uniform off of him. “You’re more beautiful than any woman,” he told me, tracing his finger around my left nipple. In my family, all the men were beautiful, but not all of them were strong. All the women were strong, but not all of them were beautiful.
In those days I only wore the name Ashutosh. In English, it roughly translated as “fulfillment of desire.” My parents had wished for a boy after they had had three girls. For a century and a half I’ve tried to live up to my name.
His ass was not only hairy, but wonderfully round. I smelled of sweetgrass and he smelled of sweat and horses. He was curious about us. Over and over again, White men assumed we were somehow different, or that our women’s vaginas were set sideways instead of vertically. I suppose after a lifetime of growing up around hairy people, our smooth bodies must have been exotic to them. They always wanted to touch me. They always wanted to play with my hair. He was the same way. His own hair was coarse and curly.
His name was Daniel. I remember that even now. I remembered how he had cried out when I fucked him.
Less than a year later I had been embraced by my sire. A few months after that, I was busy killing Custer’s men. I made many cry out for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. There were three of us who drank deeply of the blood we spilled by the Greasy Grass River.
Supernatural Sex and the City
Seattle is a magnet for the Supernatural community, pulling in rare shapeshifters from the lush forests, an ancient vampire or two, and the golden eyed werewolves.
In this collection of tales, meet Billy--a self described “annoying twink” and “Power Bottom.” Billy seems to have some gifts of his own that send his new supernatural lover into depths of passion neither one of them had known before.
The beautiful Native American vampire Ash once drank deeply from his enemies at Little Big Horn. Now he hunts at night in the gay bars of the Emerald City. Before the dawn he and his new human lover will face a danger far greater than Custer's army.
Armed with an on-line degree from the University of Phoenix, the potential alpha Dallas has come to the Pacific Northwest to put some distance between himself, his Pack, and his former lover. He's still recovering from the rough sex. He's drawn to another expert in joyskinning—the werewolf Jax. Jax will take Dallas to Run at full moon in his favorite forest, where a life-changing moment will alter their lives forever.
(A steamy erotic romance collection of adult tales that involve supernatural shape-shifter sex,vampire passion, oral, deep throating, anal, taken rough, three ways, and more! Over 26,000 words.)
Excerpt:
Ash
I had seen him here on more than one occasion. Even for someone who has been around as long as I have, he would be hard not to notice. Maybe it was also because there was something about him that reminded me of a soldier I had known before I had been Embraced. He looked like the cavalry officer I had killed at Little Big Horn. Yeah, I was that old. I was also on the winning side. Custer was an asshole.
1875 was when I discovered why in our language the slang for White man is “hairy ass.” He had been a soldier as well. Maybe I had a thing for men in uniform. It didn’t take me long to get the uniform off of him. “You’re more beautiful than any woman,” he told me, tracing his finger around my left nipple. In my family, all the men were beautiful, but not all of them were strong. All the women were strong, but not all of them were beautiful.
In those days I only wore the name Ashutosh. In English, it roughly translated as “fulfillment of desire.” My parents had wished for a boy after they had had three girls. For a century and a half I’ve tried to live up to my name.
His ass was not only hairy, but wonderfully round. I smelled of sweetgrass and he smelled of sweat and horses. He was curious about us. Over and over again, White men assumed we were somehow different, or that our women’s vaginas were set sideways instead of vertically. I suppose after a lifetime of growing up around hairy people, our smooth bodies must have been exotic to them. They always wanted to touch me. They always wanted to play with my hair. He was the same way. His own hair was coarse and curly.
His name was Daniel. I remember that even now. I remembered how he had cried out when I fucked him.
Less than a year later I had been embraced by my sire. A few months after that, I was busy killing Custer’s men. I made many cry out for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. There were three of us who drank deeply of the blood we spilled by the Greasy Grass River.
