May 30, 2015
Welcome to the weekend and another My Sexy Saturday blog hop. I've begun work on a new Sundown and Fallon story so it seems right to revisit them at the beginning in The Back Stairs. When Sundown says Fallon doesn't know him, boy, is he right! But who expects to find a shapeshifter living downtown?
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“Fallon, you do not
know me at all. But someday, perhaps you will."
There I was, straddling him, my dick in my hand, and he
wanted to play cryptic word games. What was the price of getting him on his
belly with his ass in the air for me?
“What the hell does that mean? Never mind. Just roll over. I
promise to cuff you to the bed and
spank you next time.”
He snickered and pulled his knees up to his chest, thighs
spread to show me everything he had. The rosy, full cock on his pale belly, the
lobed sac with its smattering of hairs, the round tight rosebud—good grief,
what a tempting display, and he knew it. Sundown smiled, his full lips bowed
beneath a green gaze full of challenge.
“Take what I offer while you can.”
I conceded and agreed to momentary defeat. I wanted him, and
he could have me any way he wanted to take me. My palm connected with his left buttock,
hard. Sundown yelped, sounding for all the world just like a dog. I smacked him
again, and he growled.
“You will cease that, Fallon, if you wish to continue.”
THE BACK STAIRS
available now at All Romance eBooks
Book 1 in the Sundown saga
About The Back Stairs
Fallon Roxbury has a nose for
trouble, and the uncanny ability for landing in the middle of it the moment he
finds it. While investigating the gruesome murder of a young male prostitute in
the red-light district, Fallon gets a whiff of something very strange.
Forensics has unidentified hairs. Very unidentified hairs, like nothing in any
of the textbooks. Following a tip from a person of interest, Fallon meets
Sundown, an apparent hustler who knows a lot more than he will admit.
Getting personally involved with
Sundown breaks every rule in the police manual, and in Fallon’s own personal
code. Sundown is like a drug, and Fallon can’t stop at just one hit. When
Sundown is forced to reveal the truth, Fallon’s world is turned upside down,
and he’s left with only two options: check himself in for psychiatric
evaluation, or accept a new reality with a strange shift.
Shapeshifters, that is.