Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan.

Blurb

Two years ago while Tristan and his boyfriend were enjoying some privacy, a recluse demon attacked them and his lover paid the ultimate price. Since that day, Tristan has dedicated himself to finding the demon. After all, an eye for an eye. All evidence points to a recluse named Damon.

Like all spider demons Damon knows about Tristan’s mission and is forced to stay on the move. But fate has a wicked sense of humor and they must team up to fight the real killer. But when she's closer than Tristan expected, his and Damon's relationship is tested before it can begin.

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He placed his hands on his hips. “I need to see. I need all the pieces of the puzzle.”

Kill me now, God. “I have a sore spot. It started hurting shortly after Marcus died. I’ve always meant to go to the doctor, but looking for Marcus’ killer became priority.”

“Okay. Well, where is it?”

Please God, kill me now. Not only did I not want to drop trou, but in front of a demon? More importantly, in front of Damon, and those magnificent eyes, gorgeous body, and desirable lips? How in Jesus’ name I became attracted to him blew my mind. For that matter, when? Completely out of left field. It hit me suddenly. We were driving, talking, at the mountain, and suddenly I felt it. A passion I’d forsaken years ago. Yet, here I was, my cheeks reddening. Fuck it. I sighed, stood up and began unbuckling my belt. I slid my pants down.

Damon backed up a few feet. “Umm, what are you doing?”

“The bite is on my thigh.” I lifted my boxers to just the bottom of my butt cheek. “My upper thigh.”

Damon gazed over me skeptically before kneeling down in front of me. I felt his warm fingertips touch my skin. To my surprise, I had to do everything in my power to stop from shivering. The way his touch felt, his fingers dancing over that sensitive spot… It normally hurt, but Damon was so gentle with me that it caused a different reaction. A different, dangerous reaction.

I glanced behind me. Damon looked up, his gorgeous silvery eyes gleaming with…lust? No, that couldn’t be it. But I thought it was. I drank in his gaze, the power behind those eyes. I had the urge to push him on the bed and allow our feet to entwine as we spent hours in bed together. Instead I pulled up my pants. Much smarter move.

“What do you think?” I asked.

He stared at me, a look of confusion crossing his face before he smiled and moved back to his seat. “Definitely recluse. I’d say my sister bit you.”

My skin burned from his touch. I wanted to, desired more than anything, to ask him to touch me again. I peered at him from below my lashes. He was doing the same. Fuck it. I rushed over to his chair and placed my lips upon his, claiming his mouth. The way he slipped his tongue past the barrier made my cock harden. I did the same, and our tongues danced with one another’s. He was warm, inviting, and didn’t hold back. My breath became harsh as I stilled, afraid of what I had just done.

I quickly pulled away and ran for the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door and pressed my body against it, hoping that if Damon came knocking, he couldn’t get in.

I knew I stunk. Plus I had a massive erection in my jeans. I turned on the water of the shower and got it to a nice temperature. After undressing, I stepped beneath the spray.

 

 

 

A Quickie Interview with the Characters

Favorite sex position?

Damon: I suppose it would be called missionary. Or some position where we’re facing each other.

Tristan: Missionary. Damon has the best come face.

 

Least favorite sex position but you still do?

Damon: Doggy, from behind, whatever you humans call it. I like to see the look on Tristan’s face when he’s fucking me. Unless he’s forcing me against a wall, or I have a blindfold on. I love it when he’s dominant with me.

Tristan: Over the shoulders. I don’t care who can do what, I cannot contort enough for that shit.

 

Favorite sex toy?

Damon: Anything that restricts movement. Cuffs, ropes, etc. and a blindfold.

Tristan: Paddle. I love the sound an ass makes when it gets smacked.

 

Sex toy you’d like to try?

Damon: This is another of my little secrets, since Tristan and I don’t practice hard BDSM, but I’m really interested in a cock and ball harness. Shhh... Maybe one day I’ll get the courage to ask.

Tristan: Ben Wa balls. I want to see Damon squirm while I cut open a demon’s throat.

 

If you could change one thing about the other, what would it be?

Damon: His overall attitude against all demons. I know he spent years killing demons in search for me, but now that’s he’s found me, his attitude with demons hasn’t improved much. There are good demons, well as good as a demon can get. But for him, they’re all evil. Sometimes I wonder if he still feels that way about me.

Tristan: His views on humans. He thinks all humans are beautiful. All creatures, in fact. He doesn’t understand that most want to hurt or kill you. Damon has too much of a trusting nature.

Cover Reveal: Homecoming by Meredith Daniels.

Hi friends! I have a sexy cover reveal for you all today. Check out Homecoming, a M/M romance written by Meredith Daniels and available this spring from Samhain Publishing.

Title: Homecoming

Author: Meredith Daniels

Series: Southern Honor

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Release Date: March 11, 2014

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Blurb:   Home is where his heart is…once he recognizes what’s in his heart.

Southern Honor, Book 1

Broken in body, mind and spirit after a botched mission in Kuwait, elite Special Forces operative Jack Dresden returns to Devotion, Georgia, both dreading and longing to face his past. He left town on the receiving end of a wicked right hook thrown by the only person who ever made him feel he was right where he belonged.

Dillon Bluff was never good at pretending. Coming out right after high school, it hasn’t been easy dealing with the stigma of being gay in a small, Southern town. When he stumbles across Jack in the throes of a panic attack, one touch reignites the smoldering, hidden torch he’s always carried for his former best friend.

Jack knows he’s messed up, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt Dillon again. But Dillon is determined to take control and show Jack’s heart the way back home.

Warning: Contains a sexy, scarred Delta Force hero with the hots for his tattooed photojournalist prone-to-skinny-dipping ex-best friend. Threats of creative rope use and plenty of manly loving may leave the reader craving a cigarette—and a man in uniform.

About Author:  Always with a tale to tell, Meredith Daniels has been penning stories since she could put pen to paper. She has always found something magical about the journey of characters finding themselves and finding love worth fighting for. Living in Ohio with her husband and three children, she balances being a mother, wife, dark chocolate and coffee addict, all-round super cupcake baker while sneaking in as much writing time as possible. Meredith loves to hear from readers and you can find her on Twitter at @meredith_d1.

Homecoming is available for pre-order here:

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Excerpt:

Jack didn’t know what prompted him to reach across the table and take Dillon’s hand in his. It could have been the stark loss he saw in the brown depths of his eyes. More than likely, it was the overpowering need to feel the other man’s skin against his that had assaulted him almost as soon as he’d walked through the diner door.

Countless nights this man had haunted his dreams and countless nights Jack had to force himself to remember Dillon Bluff hated him. Would probably hate him even more if he gave in to the desire thrumming its way through his bloodstream to pull the smaller man over the table and take his mouth in a kiss that would wipe any memory of anyone but himself ever being there.

God, he was losing it. Edna’s return with their lunch gave him the space from his thoughts, he needed to breathe and get his thoughts in order. He tucked into the juicy burger in front of him, determined to ignore the heat still radiating from his palm.

Dillon had made his opinion of him very clear ten years ago. Conveyed rather nicely with his lethal right hook. He had surprised Jack saying he owed him an apology. If anyone needed to say they were sorry, it was Jack. He had led Stacy on for years. Left her thinking they had a future. He had tried to sneak out of town without saying goodbye to the man who made him feel alive. He was chicken shit and he knew it. All he had to do was get through this lunch and the party tomorrow night and he would probably never see Dillon again. Jack had survived the worst kinds of torture. Surely he could keep a handle on his lust for forty-eight hours?

He tried to pay attention to Stacy as she updated him on all the happenings around Devotion. He couldn’t stop himself from looking across the table at Dillon. He fought a smile as he watched the other man mop up burger juices with his fries. He followed the french fry’s journey to lips that had left him a quaking mess ten years ago. When Dillon’s pink tongue peeked out and dabbed at the corner of his mouth, he had to pinch his thigh to hold in the moan of longing.

“So what do you think?” Stacy’s question had him stuttering back to reality. Leaving behind the world where he traced the delicate lines of the colorful tattoos covering Dillon’s arms with sharp nips and soothing kisses.

He tried to hide his scowl at the direction his thoughts had wandered down and turned to the woman next to him. “I’m sorry?”

“I was saying that we need to get together after the party tomorrow.” She winked at him. “How long are you in town?”

“Six weeks.” He tried not to growl the answer but he could feel Dillon watching him. His entire body seemed to be in tune to Dillon’s and that was the last thing he needed. There was no way he was going to make it through another meal with the man without giving the whole restaurant a show he doubted any of them truly wanted to see.

“That settles it then.” Stacy grabbed his arm and squeezed. Across the table, Dillon tensed. “We can’t let you spend the whole time squirreled away in that house.”

“He’s supposed to be recovering, Stacy.” He watched her brows crinkle in confusion before she shot her brother a quick look. Dillon was now studying him like he was assessing his fitness. Like he just remembered that he was here on medical leave and not to stay.

“He looks fit enough to me.”

“That’s because Jack Dresden only lets people see what he wants them to.”

Surprised, Jack held his gaze. What did he mean by that? Did Dillon suspect his feelings for him? It was hard to say because the only thing he found in the other man’s eyes was a banked fire. He wasn’t sure if it was flames of anger or something else.

The rest of their lunch was spent in near silence. Stacy tried a few times to break the two men out of their sulk, but it looked like her brother had said his peace and Jack sure as hell didn’t feel like digging himself any deeper. So Jack inhaled his burger which now held the appeal of cardboard and wondered when he could find a way out of there.

Just as he was about to make an excuse, the bell over the door jingled.