Excerpt and Excitement

In preparation for “Mark of the Familiar” going on sale (you can preorder the anthology, Written in Flesh, here), I thought I’d share a sexy lil piece of it for my loyal followers (err..follower?).

Here’s the description: Ellis comes to the Sui Generis Protection Agency bearing the Mark of the Familiar, magical animal tattoos granting him remarkable shapeshifting abilities. When he feels a True Bond to William, the Wardsman of the agency, he has to convince William of the truth or risk losing his sanctuary, and perhaps even his life.

When William awoke, his magic stirred and his breath quickened; their magic hummed and sang in their veins.

Lips touched the black mark on his neck, tracing the arch down his spine and swooping around his shoulder blade where each starburst was kissed. 

“Mmm,” Ellis purred, squirming with the pulse of his Master’s life and the buzz against his skin. “Master?”  

“Yes, my little pet?” William said, dipping farther beneath the covers, his tongue swirling on Ellis’ lower back before picking up the symbol there, with its thick black strokes that broke apart, some curving along his butt, others hugging around his hip. It was these William’s mouth followed, the tongue giving way for lips, kisses, and at each curled point, a nip. 

Ellis whined, rolled onto his back, and threaded his fingers through William’s hair, the long, straight copper strands soft as silk. He couldn’t help grabbing it—and then immediately releasing it with a tremble—when William’s lips touched the final branch that ended at the base of his cock. 

“Master?” he whimpered, his heart pounding in time with William’s as his member swelled. “I—”  

William’s tongue traced the veins up his cock to the head, kissing away the pre-cum there. “Ask me for it, Ellis.” 

“Master!” he cried, his hips lifting despite his fight for control. “Please?” 

William chuckled, and warm air rushed over Ellis’ sensitive skin. He gasped, dropping his hands to clasp the sheets. Despite this, or because of it, William licked Ellis’ tip. “Ask, or I won’t give.” 

Ellis panted, his marks hummed, they nearly burned with need. “Please, Master,” he whispered. “Please me?” 

Another chuckle. “Close enough.” And then he was encased in heat.


Hope you enjoyed it!

Or maybe it’s summer

I’m freshly in from a horse event, my skin feels crisp despite a lack of sunburn (yet) and my mouth is dry. Oh sure, I could drink some water. But I’m craving ice cream.

But as I think about the half gallon of ice cream I ate last week, I ponder if it’s the ice cream I really want. Yesterday while out walking, an older woman sitting in the passenger side of the car was eating an ice cream cone. She looked so happy! She had a big grin on her face right before she turned her head sideways and liiiicked.

I’m sure part of the craving is my body saying sugar and fat would be AWESOME right now. But I think some parts of it are tied to wanting ice cream because of the happy memories tied to that food. The special occasions when I had the treat. I want to capture those delightful moments, but alas it’s harder to do when you’re all alone. I find some memories are just better when shared.

Not every morsel of food needs to be cherished, as often it is just nourishment and fuel. But think about those foods you normally eat with friends and loved ones. Do they taste the same–do they hit the spot the same–when eaten alone? Perhaps I should be asking if they satisfy the same way. I’m not saying they aren’t still delicious and great, but I think sometimes we crave something because we crave the emotions that our body remembers from the last time we ate that food.

Or maybe it’s summer and I want a cheeseburger and ice cream.