Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: The Dragon & His Houseboy

Barro is a wealthy dragon shifter and Saeran is the man with whom he has spent the night. For some strange reason, Barro finds Saeran intriguing and makes him an offer he can't refuse.


Barro’s hand dipped between Saeran’s legs and stroked his cock. He bucked forward expecting more of the man’s touch. It only lasted a minute before he cried out when the other man withdrew his fingers. “Something like that. I’m sure we can come to a certain arrangement. I can make it well worth your while.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Hell's Gate: Amelia

This is a quick peek into the world of Hell's Gate, asupernatural fetish club. Here we find Amelia and Barrett getting to know one another a little bit with Barrett sharing his fetish with her.

Setting the shoe on the floor before him, he then gently took a hold of her foot. Through the stockings he saw her dainty toes. Of fuck. She has amazing feet. I want to take those babies between my lips and dart my tongue between her toes to see what she tastes like. A shiver of pleasure gripped him and he had to remain very still before he lost control.

Six Sentence Sunday: Fae Dreams

This six is from a new short that I just finished. Gracelan has just met the mysterious stranger who dwells on her land. Only to have him steal her breath away with a kiss.

At that very second, I felt every indentation of his sensuous mouth. He stole my breath away in that moment. It let me have a taste of him and left me begging for more. My entire body turned to jelly. Lorian cupped my face gently barely touching my skin. He swiped his tongue across my bottom and then pulled away.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Three Fur All

This is a snippet to my current WIP. October has escaped from her werewolf captor and he is on her heals. He won't let her go. Enjoy!
Fear stopped her in her tracks. The wolf barred its teeth, showing long curved fangs that were stained with blood. In between some of the teeth she could see the strings of flesh from its last meal. It was completely black with shinning yellow eyes. Its lips pulled back to show more of its teeth and she got the impression that it was smiling at her. Either way if she didn’t get away from him now, then she never would.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Death's Dance

Here is a short tidbit to my latest work in progress. It's my first horror novel in a while. Setting the scene, Kerstin is a psychic who has been haunted by one entity for years that appears in her dreams. Now it seems he has stepped out of them. Enjoy!

He was close enough I could make out the folds in his cloak, see the tears in the fabric of his hood. It seemed someone had raked their claws through the black cloth and left it to hang in tatters around his form. He reached out to me, getting ready to touch my hand. Time slowed as he approached and the fog in the mirror thickened. I tugged on my hand again, but it didn't come. Everything in me had assumed that his hand would be skeletal, but it wasn't