12th Apr 2012

Point Vamp 3: The Vampires Choice

posted in Total-e-Bound

Book three in the Point Vamp Series

A crazy vampire or an ice-queen human, it’s not much of a choice but it is the one Kyle has to make.

Kyle may be undead, but he still lives at home with his Gran and works in a supermarket stacking shelves with his mates. His life hasn’t changed much, apart from being dead and having to suck blood from live humans to survive.

Luckily he knows The Point, a vampire bar where the humans are hot, tasty and eager to please. Well, most of them are. Janine is the exception. She is cold and distant, but from the first time he meets her, Kyle is smitten.

But he has a problem. A hot but crazy female vamp has got him in her sights and she’ll stop at nothing to get him all to herself.

Kyle has a decision to make and it will change his afterlife forever. Who will he chose?

Reader Advisory: This book contains Blood Sucking, Neck biting and other violence.

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I was twenty-three when I was turned into a vampire. In school I wanted to be a fireman—vampire wasn’t even on my list of possibilities. I didn’t get anywhere close to becoming the fireman of my dreams. I wasn’t fit enough or driven enough. I went to college but only because my mates Josh and Steve did—then I got a job in a supermarket just to keep me going until I found a real job.

I didn’t ever find a real job, but my best mate Josh turned me. I hadn’t a clue he was a vampire. All right, he’d been acting weird for a while, but he steered clear of garlic anyway and had never really been religious. He didn’t have a tan, either. He jumped on my friend and me in a club. It wasn’t until we were back at Josh’s flat with some rather attractive girls that he told us.

It hadn’t sunk in until the next day. I was living with my eighty-year-old gran at the time. I’d lived with her since I was ten and she was my whole family. It was as I sat down to breakfast with her that I realised I was no longer human. I was a monster and Gran would kill me if she knew—literally—she had strong, Catholic beliefs and did not hold with anything that Father O’Mally wouldn’t approve of. I decided then and there that Gran could never know about my condition.

“Eat up your breakfast,” she said, slapping a huge mug of tea on the table in front of me. “You’re a growing lad. Are you working today?”

“No, Gran,” I replied, “it’s my day off.” I tried to eat a piece of bacon, but as I raised it to my lips the smell from it knocked me sick.

“Well, you could come to Mass with me then,” she said, turning around from her position at the sink. “Father O’Mally would be so pleased to see you.”

“I can’t, Gran,” I said, feeding my bacon and sausages to Billy, our old, half-blind dog.

“Why not?” she snapped. “What could possibly be more important than the saving of your immortal soul?”

I wasn’t sure I had a soul. I wasn’t much into horror flicks or reading, but something told me that vampires were well known for lacking in the soul area. I couldn’t tell Gran that, though, so I scrabbled for an excuse.

“I promised Josh I’d take him over to his Gran’s grave,” I quickly lied. “It’s the anniversary of her death, you know.”

“Aww.” Gran turned from the sink and clasped the tea towel to her heart. “The poor boy. Well, that’s very kind of you, Kyle. I’m sure the good Lord is proud of you.”

Gran’s sweet smile was enough to break my heart. I hated lying to her. I sighed. I would have to get used to it.

“Oh, deary, don’t upset yourself.” Gran shuffled over to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. “She’s in a better place now.”

“I know,” I said, glad Gran had assumed the reason for my sad face instead of asking me to explain. “I’m glad I’ve got you, Gran. You’re the best.”

“Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, you’re such a sweetheart. Don’t ever change.”

But I had and there was no way back. Gran left for church after washing my plate and mug. She had her Sunday best hat on and took her best walking stick from the rack in the hall. She was a very proud lady and always wanted to look her best for church. ‘God judges the inside,’ she’d tell me, but that Hilda Sullivan would judge the outer and she’d be damned if she’d give her anything to gossip about.

26th Mar 2012

Wicked Watchers – The Pursuit of Pleasure (Voyeur Erotica)

posted in House of Erotica

A Multi-author M/F anthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!

Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched? Sometimes, watching can be naughty. And nice. Seven erotic stories from of those who are spied upon, and those who do the spying. You might be surprised to learn who has their eye… on you…

Victoria Blisse: What’s in the Box
The things one does for siblings! Two sisters attend a performance, but the attention of one wanders, and she discovers that there are far more interesting happenings then what is going on up on the stage. Should she reveal herself, or simply keep watching the private show?

Elyzabeth M. VaLey: Watch Me Tomorrow, Watch Me Forever
What do you do when the woman you loves weds another, through no fault of her own? And even when fate frees her from the bonds of that unwanted matrimony, you cannot push your own suit, because it is forbidden to do so? And the only way you can show her you love her is by letting her watch you pleasure yourself in her stead… even as she does the same?

Meg Wesley: Coming Home
Dennis comes home early from a business trip, and wants to surprise his wife. But she isn’t there. And when she returns, he discovers she has a bit of a surprise for him, as he becomes an unexpected spectator to more than he bargained for.

Julie Lynn Hayes: Great Expectations
Delilah frequents Great Expectations not because of their tea, because of one man—Sam Sun. He is her obsession, and she is his stalker. But an unexpected turn of events brings her into a closer juxtaposition with his private life than even she has ever dreamed of…

Sara York: Sneak a Peek
While making a delivery to a guest’s room at the posh hotel where she works, Cassandra jumps into the closet, rather than reveal her presence. Why? She doesn’t know herself. But she gets more than she bargained for when she spies on the guest and the sexy bartender she’s had her eye on. Will she live out her fantasies through the other woman?

AJ Jarrett: A Hard Work Out
Kate goes to the gym to work out, not pick up men. But she isn’t blind, and she’s noticed how good looking Kyler is, even if they’ve never spoken. When Fate thrusts a naked Kyler into her line of vision, how can she help but not look? And wish… and hope…

Eden Connor: Resumes, Red Ruffles and Rain
You never know what you might get when you leave your resume at a lingerie shop, Maritza got the attention of Sebastian, the hot shop assistant and she finds her inhibitions washed away by the heat of his heavy gaze as he watches her trying on her new red ruffled underwear.

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A little Excerpt from my story to give you a taster of what you can expect. I’ve read all these stories and they are really very, very good. And as each are just 3000 words long they’re short and sweet too!

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I know it’s not polite to stare, but it’s also not polite to make out in a public place. If they didn’t want to be seen, they wouldn’t be going at it in a theatre packed full of people, highlighted by the weird, green glow of the fire exit sign. I’m watching, but I surreptitiously check left and right now and again just to make sure no one is watching me… erm… watching. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a pervert, you know.

I must admit to finding myself a little turned on by the whole situation. I’d have never put myself down as a kinky soul before. I’m married and I enjoy sex, but apart from a little chocolate body paint at Valentine’s and that one time Mark surprised me with some very fluffy handcuffs for our tenth anniversary, I’d say my sex life is pretty vanilla.

I can’t keep my eyes off the couple in the corner and as I watch, I discover the second person is definitely a man. I know this because his thick, pink erection is now contrasting against the black of his trousers. I watch as his female companion wraps her delicate fingers around his girth and moves her hand up and down his length.

26th Mar 2012

Wicked Watchers – Looking at the Lads (Gay Erotica)

posted in House of Erotica

A Multi-author M/Manthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!
Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched? Sometimes, watching can be naughty. And nice. Seven erotic stories of those who are spied upon, and those who do the spying. You might be surprised to learn who has their eye… on you…

Victoria Blisse: First Time Voyeur
What do you do when you’re cleaning the toilets in a bar after closing and realise that two of your hottest customers have been left behind and are doing things you’ve dreamed of doing to them for weeks? Do you walk away? Or do you take a peep in the mirror and join in the fun?

Nephylim: Boy Can She Dance
A street urchin, thrown out by his family, forced to live rough and eat stale pasties he stole from a dustbin, realises that his best chance on a cold night close to Christmas is to hug the side of a house. Hearing music, he peeps through the window, spying a mysterious and beautiful dancer and is given the best Christmas present he’s ever had.

Lily Sawyer: Pool Party
What happens when a Hollywood pool boy crashes a private pool party between an A-lister and his sexy partner? He becomes privy to something the tabloids would pay big bucks to know.

Julie Lynn Hayes: Roommates
When you think that your roommates have all gone home for Christmas… When your brother has let you down and you’re forced to spend one more night in an empty dorm… When you investigate strange noises in the night and discover that two of your roommates haven’t gone anywhere? Do you watch, reveal yourself, or run away?

A J Jarrett: My Lucky Night
When your friend talks you into going to a sex club and someone with a sexy voice and talented hands puts his arms around you from behind, while you watch two hot men go crazy on the stage, do you turn him down, or do you let him turn you on?

Sara York: Passion Bringer
It’s the dim and distant future, in a world where sex and emotion have been suppressed for so long many people don’t know what it feels like to love or experience it. In such a world, when taking the pills is no longer obligatory, where the work of the Passion Bringers is at its height, when you’re trying to convince your partner that you should take your relationship to a whole new level, what do you do when you watch your partner with a Passion Bringer on the closed circuit camera he knows it’s your job to man?

L M Brown:The Watcher
When you’re rich, but horribly scarred, and your only pleasure is to watch people come and go in the hotel you own…When you inadvertently watch the hottest guy you’ve ever seen make love in a lift… When you employ someone to recreate the event, and then when the person you employed brings the hot man to your door… Do you dare to open it?

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First Time Voyeur is my first ever solely M/M piece and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Here’s a little excerpt for you to sample, I hope you like it!

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I’d just finished mopping the floors in the ladies loo when I heard a noise coming from the gents next door. It sounded like someone laughing. I was pretty certain that everyone had left the premises, but I walked into the bathroom—cautiously, just in case an intruder was in there. Because, of course, the first thing a burglar would do is stop to have a slash. I couldn’t see anyone at first but then I heard a sound, and this time I knew it was definitely another human making it. It was a noise that seared into my mind and straight to my groin. It was a moan. Not a moan of pain, or an expression of annoyance, but an exclamation of lust.

I didn’t have to go far into the tiled space before I caught a glimpse of what was happening. You won’t find mirrors in many male toilets in Britain, but Tilly’s has a bank of them as Justin knows the kind of guys who use his facilities. The kind of man who likes to make sure he’s looking his best. I could see that Connor and Frank hadn’t gone home at all. Frank was on his knees before Connor, stroking at the erection sticking temptingly out of the pants, just at the level of his mouth. I licked my lips. I wanted to be in Frank’s position, and my mouth watered eagerly at the thought of tasting the brunet’s thick, darkened pink cock.

I completely forgot everything else. I lost myself in watching the action. You might think it was like watching a porn movie, but it was much more. I could hear them and see them, but I could also smell the tang of hand wash and a background of bleach, with the heated musk of men and sex. I could taste my own sweat pearling on my top lip, mirroring that decorating Connor’s brow. And I could sense them. I could feel the heaviness of the tension, the desire between them, and the urgency of the act with the added spice of maybe, possibly, getting caught.