Whoo hoo!!!!
It's release day for Volume 4 of the Sextet Anthologies: Entanglements!
Here's a little excerpt to whet your appetite!
There are excerpts from each story on the Siren page.
Just click on the link above.
A DELICATE PROCEDURE by Cheryl Brooks
Story Excerpt:
A
shadow fell over the marigold Trish Davis was planting.
“Hey,
Trish. Need some help?”
Glancing
sideways, Trish spotted a pair of sandaled feet. Letting her eyes slide
up
well-muscled legs generously dusted with curly black hair, she came to
a pair
of cargo shorts, followed by a plain black T-shirt that was filled out
nicely
by a broad chest and arms that were also a bit furry. Full lips curved
into a
mischievous smile, big brown eyes, a prominent nose, and some serious
five o’clock
shadow completed the picture. “Aidan!”
His
smile broadened. “Long time, no see.”
Stripping
off her gloves, Trish jumped to her feet and was immediately enveloped
in a big
bear hug, complete with the fur. Planting a kiss on his cheek as she
inhaled
the clean, fresh aroma that was peculiarly Aidan’s own, she wondered
again what
soap or aftershave was responsible for it. No other scent had ever
filled her
with the same feeling, and she’d never been able to figure out what
made it so
special. “Boy, you’ve got that right!” she said as he released her. “I
haven’t
seen you in forever! Sorry I couldn’t make it to your graduation, but
you know
how hospital schedules are.”
His nod sent dark, unruly curls
tumbling down
over his forehead. “No big deal. I understand completely.”
Trish
caught herself before combing the hair back from his face with her
fingers.
Aidan wasn’t a kid anymore, and she wasn’t his babysitter—not that
she’d seen
herself in that light for some time—but there were some things you
simply didn’t
do to a young man, whether you’d known him all his life or not. “Your
mom said
you’d be home soon. She is so proud
of that master’s in engineering.”
Aidan
grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, she’s already got a
frame
for it.”
“I’d
be proud of you, too, if you were my son.”
“Hey,
now. I know you used to babysit for me, but you aren’t that
old.”
“True.”
The six-year difference in their ages might have seemed like less since
he’d
grown up, but the way Trish had been feeling lately, it should have
been more. When did I start feeling so old? “Brenda
said you had some job offers. Made any decisions yet?”
Aidan
scratched his head, again drawing her gaze to his hair. The itch to
touch it
intensified. “No. One of them is here in town and the other is in
Detroit.”
Trish
shrugged, doing her best to appear nonchalant. His mother, Brenda, was
worried
sick that he’d take the one in Detroit. Trish wasn’t terribly happy
about it,
either. She didn’t get to see him very much as it was, especially since
he’d
gone away to college, but at least he was home for the holidays. Being
friends
on Facebook wasn’t quite the same as being face to face, and certainly
nothing
like getting a hug from him now and then. She really missed those hugs.
“Depends
on where you want to live, I guess.”
“Yeah.
I’m not that crazy about Detroit. It’s a better job, though. More
money, good
benefits…that sort of thing.”
“What
about your girlfriend…what was her name? Danielle? Does she have a
preference?”
His
nonchalant shrug didn’t match the pain in his eyes. “Maybe. Not that it
matters
anymore. She dumped me.” Since he hadn’t posted anything about the
breakup, it
was either very recent or wasn’t a topic he cared to discuss.
“Sorry
to hear that. Believe me, I know the feeling.” Trish had stopped
counting the
number of times she’d been dumped. Granted, the number wasn’t
astronomical, but
she still didn’t like to dwell on it.
Aidan
knelt down and picked up her spade. “I’ll dig the holes. You can plant.
How’re
your folks?”
That
made two times he’d changed the subject since she’d brought it up. No,
his love
life wasn’t open for discussion. Trish let it drop. “Happily cruising
across
America in their RV.” She pulled another marigold from the tray and set
it in
the freshly dug hole. “Did you know they sold me the house?”
He
nodded. “Mom told me. Said I ought to help out with the yard work like
I did
when your parents lived here.”
Trish
chuckled, giving him a sidelong glance. “That’s very nice of Brenda,
but I’m not
that decrepit. I think I can handle
it—and I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”
Scowling,
he returned her glance. “You’re not decrepit at all, but you do work full-time. Besides, I’m not
doing anything much. At least, not right now.”
“You
ought to be out looking for a new girlfriend,” Trish suggested. “Then
maybe you
could decide on which job to take.”
He
shook his head. “I’ll decide soon enough. I’ve got at least a month
before I
have to choose.” He frowned again. “Having a girlfriend to help me
decide
probably wouldn’t make any difference at this point. They always dump
me
anyway.”
Trish
pressed the dirt in around the plant as she took another good, long
look at
him. Aidan had been a cute kid, though a bit gawky as a teen. But now,
at
roughly twenty-five, geek or not, he was flat-out gorgeous. “Yeah,
well, don’t
feel like the Lone Ranger. Guys always dump me too. It’s an epidemic.”
His
full lips formed a thin line. “I just don’t get that. You were always
very
sweet to me, and it’s not like you’re a dog, either—I had a serious
crush on
you when I was a kid. Besides, nurses make good money. You’ve got your
own
house and everything.” He stabbed at the ground with more force than
necessary.
“I’ve got a pretty good future ahead of me, too. But I get dumped for
stupid
shit like—”
Trish
gave it a good twenty seconds before she prompted him. “Like what? Or
would you
rather not talk about it?”
He
let out a long sigh. “It’s…embarrassing.”
Adult excerpt:
“It
would be interesting to hear the kind of sounds you would make if I did
something to you that actually felt good.”
Trish gazed at his face, daring him to reply.
He
didn’t disappoint. The expression in his dark brown eyes was one of
deep-seated
longing, seasoned with desire, and the tone of his voice changed,
becoming
deeper, rougher… “Go ahead, Trish. Do anything you like. I can’t stop
you.”
“You’d
like that, wouldn’t you?” Her own voice was barely a whisper.
“Something that
feels good?”
Aidan
responded with a slow, deliberate nod.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Trish
moved very slowly, letting him see just exactly what she intended to
do. That
way, he could tell her to stop if he liked. She might not listen to
him, of
course—not if he stopped her too soon.
Her
hand hovered over his rigid cock, waiting for some negative sign. He
held his
breath, not saying a word.
She
shifted her gaze to the stunning phallus there before her. “That is one
awesome
piece of meat you’ve got there, Aidan.”
His
breath went out with a whoosh. “Oh, yeah, Trish. Talk dirty to me.”
Trish
couldn’t suppress her smile. In her eyes, he was perfect. Any other
woman he’d
been with was a fool not to see it. “Is that what turned the other
girls off?”
He
shook his head. “Never had the nerve to say it before.”
“You
know what you said about letting me do anything to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,
you can say anything to me. Anything
you like.”
Brown
eyes bored into hers with an intensity that made her tremble. “Then
please,
Trish. Suck my fuckin’ dick.”
A
flame of desire shot through her like a lightning bolt. “I thought
you’d never
ask.”
Trish
cupped her hand over his cockhead, getting her palm wet with his juice
before
sliding down the shaft. He had to be a good eight or nine inches long
and so
big around her thumb and fingertips didn’t touch when she circled it
with her
hand. His back arched as he yanked on the restraints.
“I’m
glad this is a good, solid oak bed or you would’ve pulled it apart by
now.”
“Yeah,”
he gasped. “Trish, please.”
She
locked her gaze with his as she aimed his cock toward her lips. Blowing
on the
engorged head, she felt it twitch in her hand. “You really
want me to suck you?”
“Yessss!”
he hissed. “Do it!”
And in honor of Annie Morgan's birthday,
I give you the Birthday Buns!
And since it's a Monday, MORE BUNS!!!!
And a couple of rather astonishing danglers!
