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Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family, his friends are amusingly tolerable—mostly, and he enjoys his job. He never hurts for a date. Yep, the ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy...so why does he feel like he's missing out on something? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man hold more interest for him than the flirty, available waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. He just hasn't found one that piques his interest...until he is manipulated into having dinner with Fuzzy—definitely not something to complain about. Fuzzy is tall and broad and proclaims to live up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except, Fuzzy happens to be straight.

When the opportunity arises for Fuzzy to crash at Geoff's apartment, Geoff works his derriere off to see what other things can arise. And prays that he can capture his Fuzzy Wuzzy all for himself.

EXCERPT:

Geoff wanted to retract his words. Had he just offered to be Fuzzy's Gay for Dummies guide? Did his brain not work properly around this bear? He couldn't possibly talk to this man about sex without sporting the biggest boner in the world. Talk about bad, bad ideas! The worst!

On the other hand, he couldn't help smiling and wondering just what Fuzzy would ask. By the look on Fuzzy's face, Geoff doubted he could even think of anything anyway.

"It's just a suggestion, but if you aren't comfortable enough to ask me any questions—"

"I don't want you to think I'm an ass or something." Fuzzy mumbled his words so softly they were barely audible.

"Throw a question at me."

Geoff noted that Fuzzy hadn't met his gaze at all since rising from the floor. In fact he seriously studied the two men on the television. Geoff had almost died of humiliation when he realized what channel he had left the TV on. Now he considered it a blessing in disguise.

"Okay." Fuzzy's soft voice caused Geoff to focus again. "They both seem to enjoy it." Fuzzy addressed Geoff while nodding at the entertainment they inadvertently partook of.

Huh? "Well, if you're not enjoying sex, then there's a good possibility you might be doing something wrong."

"Never mind." Fuzzy's neck turned red in embarrassment, and Geoff immediately realized his mistake.

He scooted closer to Fuzzy and put a hand on his arm. "Sorry. There's a malfunction with my brain to mouth filter half the time. The good news, you'll always know what I'm thinking. The bad news, you'll always know what I'm thinking." He chuckled to lighten the mood. "So, we both agree they're enjoying themselves. Your question?"

Fuzzy took in a deep breath but still didn't turn his head toward Geoff. If staring ahead helped Fuzzy through this conversation Geoff could handle that. Because he really wanted inside Fuzzy's head, all puns intended. Could this mean something? Or did Geoff's own desires put possibilities out there that didn't exist?

"I'm not an idiot. I get the mechanics of what they're doing, but shouldn't it hurt?"

The mechanics? Oh wow, Geoff almost didn't have anything to say to that.

"First, what they're doing is having sex. It's okay to say the word. You don't have to refer to the act as 'it' all the time. Second, the pain level depends on the preparation you do beforehand. Also, if you have a partner who's only interested in getting his rocks off, then yeah, that tends to land on the not good side."

"Preparation? You mean butt plugs?"

Geoff had to remind himself that Fuzzy wasn't a blushing virgin, even if he kind of fell into that category in this situation. "Well, yeah, that's one way of doing it. I own a few myself. They are good for masturbation. But that's not my favorite way."

"What's your favorite way?"

"I like my lover to stretch me. I like his fingers inside me getting me ready. It's more of a connection. In my opinion, if he wants to take the time to relax me properly, then he cares about both of our pleasure and not just his."

"So you let someone stick their fingers up your, um…"

"Ass? Yeah, that's where the action will happen, so that's a good place to begin." Geoff patted himself on the back for not laughing out loud.

"But doesn't it seem weird letting someone touch you there?"

God save me from newbies. Now he understood why Fuzzy hesitated to ask his questions. He guessed vocalizing some of them without seeming either insensitive or downright rude might trip him up. "Does it seem weird when you touch a woman's pussy?"

The red on Fuzzy's neck darkened. "That's different."

"Why?"

Fuzzy finally tore his eyes from the television screen and studied him. "Well, because, um…" His voice wavered off, and Geoff supposed he contemplated the question seriously. "I guess no, not so different, huh?"

Geoff wondered if it was wrong to want to do a happy dance. He'd gotten through the first roadblock. Unfortunately, another one always waited around the bend.

"What does it feel like when someone" —Fuzzy took a breath before continuing— "when someone stretches you?"

Welcome to the next roadblock.

Geoff searched his mind for the perfect words to describe that sensation. Words that would appeal to Fuzzy. He had to get this right because honestly, one half of his mind had begun plotting when the conversation turned down this road. If he played it right, if God truly existed, if Fuzzy labeled himself bi-curious—or more—maybe, just maybe, this could turn into a show-and-tell instead of just tell.

"It's a connection that's not easily surpassed. In my opinion, it's as intimate as a good kiss or actual penetration. Someone taking the time to make sure you enjoy the moment as much as they will. Talk about heady stuff. But I don't believe that's what you meant by feel, you meant the physical feelings not emotional, correct?"

Fuzzy simply nodded, the acknowledgement Geoff waited for. He knew that's what Fuzzy wanted all along but had seized the opportunity to verbalize what an act like this meant to him.

"Well, a burning sensation, but if done properly, it shouldn't hurt as much as you would assume. Also, if you're distracted in the right way during the stretching, well, so much the better."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Geoff searched around for a hard object to bang his head on. "Tell me. Exactly how curious are you about this subject?"

Fuzzy eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

"How about a little round of show rather than tell?"

Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy St. James's eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets just can't be shared.

On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.

Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.

Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.

EXCERPT:

It was another of those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He stared into the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror more than the blood washing through the drain.

His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.

Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.

Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.

What happens when a woman decides to give her younger assistant a birthday present he will never forget? Love, sex, and mind-blowing orgasms.

Maria Tortorici needs a husband. Her high-school reunion is imminent, and awaiting her is a bet she made long ago. Bring a husband or face the music. Determined not to be the victim of her mischievous girlfriends, Maria devises a plan...enchant her younger assistant with a birthday present he’ll never forget.

Sexual attraction isn’t the only thing Edward Russell has for his boss. She’s everything he wants in a woman. The hang-up? How to convince her he’s man enough to handle a strong-minded woman like her.

But will he still want her once he learns of her conniving plan?

EXCERPT:

His gaze followed her hand to the strap, and his eyes deepened in color. "You're right on time." He reached for her free hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Yet his gaze swept downward and centered on the low neckline of her dress. "You look stunning." His voice turned husky.

"Th-thank you." Hearing the huskiness, her nerves instantly knotted in the pit of her stomach. So much for being in control. For the first time in her adult life, her excited emotions jumped as if she were a high school virgin again. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Would you like to sit inside or out on the patio while we have a drink?"

"Whatever you prefer."

Maria flashed him what she hoped was her sexiest smile as she leaned her back against the bar. Her heart fluttered when his gaze again darted to her cleavage. "Since it is your birthday, why don't you make the decision?"

"Let's stay in here then." His hand reached around her to settle firmly at the small of her back. "It's quieter. We can talk without having to yell at each other."

As he guided her toward a darkened corner booth at the far end of the bar, she caught the fragrance of his cologne, woodsy and all male. The seductive combination went straight to her head, making her dizzy with desire.

While she scooted into the plush seat, his hand moved from her back and lingered momentarily on her bare shoulder. The heat of his fingertips burned her flesh long after they'd left her skin. Finally, he slid into the seat next to her, close enough that his khaki chinos touched her bare thigh, sending an electrical charge up her leg.

Edward signaled for the cocktail waitress then turned his attention back to her. "What's your pleasure tonight, Miss...Tortorici?" He finished her last name slowly, sensuously.

You!

Shelton’s coming home, but after seven months of living apart, can he and Nevil pick up from where they’d left off?

Shelton’s grown tired of living a life separate from Nevil. So when Nevil is hurt in an accident at work, Shelton comes home for good. Feeling closer than ever to his lover, Shelton’s ready to make a lasting commitment to their relationship. But is that what Nevil wants? Nevil is less than enthusiastic when an old flame marries, leaving Shelton wondering if he’ll have to keep his dreams on hold indefinitely.

EXCERPT:

The doctor returned as promised; checked Nevil over; and discharged him.

"I left a prescription at the nurse's station for you to pick up on your way out. Pain meds for the headache I know you're hiding; and you can also take them for your arm."

"Thank you, Andrew," Nevil said with his charming smile.

Shelton gave the love of his life a dry look. Always the flirt. He shook the doctor's hand and took the copy of the release papers from him. "Thank you for taking such good care of him. I have to tell you it was a relief to find him here rather than in ICU."

"It was my pleasure. Take care."

Nevil collected his prescription at the front desk and they made their way to the elevators. A soft rain fell as they emerged from the hospital entrance and made a dash for the train depot. Deep in thought, Shelton chewed his lip while they waited.

He glanced at Nevil beside him and noted the white set of his lips. "I could take you home first if your head hurts. There's no reason I can't retrieve the car myself later and pick up your prescription."

Nevil gave him a smile and slipped his warm hand into Shelton's. "Let's pick it up together. I feel like I've just been released from prison. I want to be outside for a while."

"Just don't get chilled," Shelton said, and then he groaned. "Please ignore me. I think I left my brain back in Colorado."

Nevil chuckled. "As long as your luscious body is here," he murmured and smacked his lips together.

Shelton glanced around quick. No one paid them any attention so he gave Nevil a light kiss; then wished he hadn't as every nerve in his body ignited. He wanted Nevil wrapped around him--now; with Nevil's gorgeous cock buried deep inside him.

He jerked his gaze down the tracks; embarrassed and aching. He hoped Nevil hadn't noticed the tremble in his hands. They would pick up the Prius and go home; where Nevil would take his meds and go to bed. Shelton would have to content himself with a shower where he could get rid of the hard-on he'd suffered all morning. The idea made him feel alone and without a thought he squeezed Nevil's hand.

Nevil leaned close to whisper in his ear, "Don't forget … you promised to let me 'do' you."

Shelton laughed, breathless. He turned back to Nevil and touched his lips with an unsteady finger. "I'm holding you to that," he said, then sucked in air when Nevil's velvet soft lips closed over his fingertip. He watched in captive fascination as his digit disappeared bit by bit between those pale lips. He felt the roughness of Nevil's tongue in the moist, hot depths; then Nevil pushed the finger to the roof of his mouth and started to suck on it. God! Shelton's prick hardened more with each draw as Nevil’s tongue undulated around his finger; his balls were tight and ached.

"Damn, Nevil … stop! You're going to get us arrested," he panted in his lover's ear. He knew that at any second he was ready to drag Nevil behind the hospital and fuck him senseless.

Nevil's throaty laugh made him shiver with bliss. "The train’s coming."

Shelton dropped his head on Nevil's shoulder and fought to calm his unsteady senses. Nevil didn’t play fair. He almost sobbed when Nevil's body heat wrapped around him and teased him closer when it was time to pull away.

"Come on, Love. It won't take long to get the car and then we can go home," Nevil said with encouragement and he tugged on his sleeve. Shelton boarded the sleek train car; but chose to stand when Nevil patted the seat beside him. He couldn’t tell where Nevil's fingers would roam if he sat down. Nevil gave him a delighted smile in answer as he read his mind with ease. Shelton scowled and looked out the window as the train gathered speed. His errant mind pictured Nevil's mouth on him as they swept along the tracks; and he had to stifle a moan in his throat.

After miserable years looking for love in other places, Jesse and Jay Cahill have accepted that for them, illicit passion is the only one. They've built a life, a home together.

A chance encounter on a rainy night brings something Jesse never expected- an attraction for another man. Still, he's committed to the love he has for his twin, Jay, and he pushes Drake Fallon away.

Drake is intrigued by the vulnerable man he met in the downpour. Though Jesse claims to be involved, Drake is certain the relationship can't be fulfilling or Jesse wouldn't have returned his kiss with such passion.

Jay Cahill is devastated when his lover whispers another man's name in his dreams. When Drake calls, how can Jay resist meeting the man who's crept into his twin's dreams?

EXCERPT:

Pulling into the drive, he turned to face Jesse, who had one hand on the door handle and an uncertain look on his face. Cautiously, sensing that Jesse wasn't immune to him, Drake gave in to his earlier temptation. He reached out and ran his hand down the side of that gorgeous face. When Jesse leaned into his touch, Drake's pulse sped up and he curled his finger around the back of Jesse's neck, threading his fingers into the still-damp blond locks. Tilting Jesse's head up, he leaned down, staring deep into the blue eyes, looking for any sign that his kiss was unwelcome. Jesse's eyes widened, and he expelled a sweet rush of air that hotly caressed Drake's lips. Drake sighed and brought their mouths together. Pausing, he again gave the skittish Jesse a chance to pull away. When no objection came, he tilted his head and caressed the full lower lip with his own, adoring the soft warmth, reveling in the delicate intimacy.

With a breathy whimper, Jesse's mouth opened slightly and Drake took full advantage. He swept his tongue inside, tracing hungrily over smooth velvety surfaces, teasing and massaging Jesse's timid tongue with his own. The sweet flavor and delicious heat, the residual taste of raspberry and dark chocolate intoxicated him, and he wanted more. He moaned loudly and pulled Jesse closer, pressing his mouth open wider, coaxing a response from the trembling man in his arms.

A sudden flash of bright light from a passing car startled him and Jesse shoved him away, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," he whispered, huge eyes locking on Drake's face. "I can't."

"Jesse? I'm sorry I got carried away. It's just...you're so damn sexy. I know I overstepped. Look. It's late. Can I see you again?"

"No. Not I can't sleep with you. I want to. But I can't. There's someone else."

Drake jerked back as if slapped. "Someone else? And you couldn't call him to help you, I suppose?"

"You assume it's a him?"

Drake snorted in response. He damn well knew the someone else was a him. No straight man wore three-inch heels in the rain, no matter how fucking short he was. Not to mention, he'd likely have been punched square in the jaw at the first touch if Jesse weren't gay.

"I know it's a him. Just like I know you can't be all that in love with him if you can kiss me like that."

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