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Convention of Dragons Teaser

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LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Polyamorous, Shapeshifters

Date Published: October 31, 2025

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When duty calls, where will the heart go?

Joel’s twin has been hurt, and Joel decides to stay with him rather than
join his new lovers across the sea. But fate, and a serial killer, have other
plans.

Parisa and Noah are drifting apart and without Joel they might lose everything
they’ve built.

Can this new throuple fight together to win their happiness or will evil
triumph?

 

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EXCERPT

 

“Hooo-elll…”

It was Parisa’s voice, but he couldn’t touch her physically or
telepathically. All Joel’s senses were blurred.

Joel wasn’t sure if he’d passed out, but everything was foggy. Not
dark, since he had no concept of light beyond the meaning of the word, but
misty. It was like the fog that clung to his face and arms, to his hearing and
sense of smell when he’d visited England thirty years ago. He’d
never forget that sensation of everything being muffled. The sound of his own
voice had been right, but the tapping of his cane tip on the cobblestones in
London had been oddly removed from the rest of him. He’d actually fallen
a couple of times in London, not because he couldn’t feel the ground but
because he had tried too hard to rely on the sound of his cane to tell him the
depth of things like cracks and steps.

Now, although the sense of being wrapped in cotton persisted, he felt even
more cut off from the world because he was really two people. He
couldn’t attend to his own movements or speech while living in
Jules’s head. Especially not when Jules was so distant from the world.
His whole spirit seemed caught up in confusion and fear. So although Joel and
Jules sometimes lived in each other’s heads for brief moments, there had
never been such a fundamental separation from physical reality.

Dimly, he could feel a hand caressing his face. He tried to reach up and catch
those fingers, but his arms felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. He
attempted another connection with Jules, one that would allow him to
communicate more than just his confusion and to feel Jules’s sense of
dislocation. That, too, failed.

Someone spoke then, their voice cutting through the fog. “Joel.”
It was James, the dragon guarding him. “Joel, come back. Follow me if
you’re turned around.”

He clung to those words and finally managed, by trailing after them in the
psychic world, to reestablish himself in the realm of touch, hearing, and
scent.

The person caressing his face paused and Parisa asked, “Can you hear me,
Joel?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his throat dry.

“Drink,” she answered, and he opened his mouth, unsure if he would
feel a glass against his lips or her cupped hand. He registered the water as
cool and drank as palmfuls were brought to his lips. From where he’d
heard Parisa’s voice, he’d expected the water to come from another
angle. Maybe Noah was actually giving him the refreshing liquid.

“James?” he asked between mouthfuls.

“He’s not here,” Parisa said, “although I heard him
too. It was like he somehow tapped into a telepathy that could be carried to
more than one person.”

“Are either of you hurt?” Joel asked.

“No,” Parisa answered after a moment. He wondered what caused the
hesitation. Then she explained. “Noah is shell-shocked, I think.
He’s –”

“I’m fine,” Noah said firmly. “Just… sorry
about…”

Struggling to raise his head, Joel felt hands tighten on his shoulders. He
fought down the instantaneous panic that clawed at his throat. “Unless
there’s a reason for me to be lying on my back,” he said as gently
as he could manage, “I’d rather sit up.”

The hands released him and as he sat up, crossing his legs, he felt
Parisa’s breath on his shoulder blade. He was still naked. He shivered
and instinctively pulled his legs up to shield his stomach and softer bits. He
wasn’t afraid of Parisa or Noah, but he felt vulnerable. “What
happened?”

“There was an explosion,” Noah said, and he did sound a little
shocky because his voice trembled. “Over at the other house, we
think.”

“Definitely not here,” Parisa put in. “Do either of you need
a towel? There aren’t robes in here, and I don’t think we should
leave the bathroom until we get the all-clear.”

So, that was why his bare butt was on tile. “Did you two carry me in
here?”

Again, there was that momentary pause. Then Parisa said, “I helped Noah
and carried you, yes.”

Their location made sense even if nothing else did. As far as Joel knew, the
bathroom might be the only room in the smaller house without windows.

Not like the one that had blown inward, injuring Jules.

He shivered as that realization, sent by his twin, hit him. Jules didn’t
actually know it had been a window, but he’d had glass taken out of his
arm so he’d made an educated guess. Joel said, “Soon as we can, I
need to get to Jules. Something’s seriously wrong with him.”

“Can you feel him?” Parisa asked, her hand warm on his back.

“Not now but…” He shivered again, unable to help himself.
“He was muffled, or that’s what it felt like. Like having your
head wrapped in a blanket.”

Noah began, “Did he –”

Someone interrupted, throwing open the door. “Here they are,” said
James, his voice tight.

“Good,” said a voice that came out slightly tinny. “Help is
on the way but it’s a good hour out. See if you can move them to this
building.”

“Will do.” James crouched, his voice coming from off to
Joel’s right. “Are any of you hurt?”

Joel shook his head. “I’m fine. It didn’t happen
here.” He reached out toward James’s voice, but Parisa caught his
hand.

“Agent Tavery,” she said softly, “you’re
bleeding.”

 

About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.

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Bunny’s Special Treat Blitz

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BDSM Erotica, Contemporary, Polyamorous

Date Published: October 31, 2025

 

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Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short
story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If
you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!


His Bunny. His rules. One night of denial becomes a lifetime of surrender.

I never dreamed being Max’s Bunny would feel like this. Owned,
protected, and utterly consumed by his desire shouldn’t be the
enticement, but pleasing Max, submitting to him, fulfills something inside me
I didn’t know I was missing. Every touch, every command, every whispered
promise reminds me I belong to him. But belonging comes with its own exquisite
torment.

Daddy Jacob’s masquerade promises a night of temptation and denial,
where every glance burns hotter and every stolen touch leaves me trembling on
the edge. I ache for release, but Max’s rules are absolute: I come only
when he allows it. And tonight, he intends to push me further than I’ve
ever gone before.

Surrounded by power, lust, and dangerous devotion, I have only one truth to
hold on to. I’m Max’s Bunny. Always.

 

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EXCERPT

 

I traced my finger along the edge of the invitation, the gold filigree
catching the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through my bedroom window.
Not just any invitation. This was for Daddy Jacob’s Halloween
masquerade, an exclusive gathering where only his closest circle received the
embossed card resting in my trembling hands. I never would have imagined my
life leading me here. A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined being
Max’s bunny, his precious pet, his possession. Now, I wasn’t sure
I could imagine not being Max’s bunny.

Which brought me back to the invitation. I knew I was expected to be there,
but I had assumed I would go as Max’s pet. Seeing my name on my own
invitation made me feel a kind of acceptance I hadn’t realized I needed.
My life here wasn’t only about Max. I thought I needed Daddy Jacob and
Kitten, too. Everyone in this house. We were a family. Unconventional, but all
the better because we had to really listen to each other and communicate to
have the level of trust we had with each other.

“Are you ready for me to dress you, Bunny?”

Max’s deep voice startled me from my reverie. He leaned against the
doorframe, his imposing figure filling the space with quiet authority. He wore
dark leather pants slung low on his hips and a crisp white button down shirt
with the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms roped with muscle. His blue-gray
eyes caught mine in the mirror, and his lips curved into that half smile that
always made my stomach flip.

“Yes,” I answered, setting the invitation down on my vanity.
“Slightly nervous.”

“You’ll be perfect.” He crossed the room to stand behind me,
his hands settling on my shoulders. “Let’s get you dressed.”

The costume lay spread across my bed. Max had chosen fuzzy black bunny ears
with sparkling gems on the inside. My hair spiraled in waves down my back. I
had taken care with my make up, using a light foundation then contouring my
face in tones of dark gray to give me an otherworldly appearance.

Dark eye shadow in charcoal smeared over my eyelids and fanned out past the
corners, filling in the skin around my eyes to match the jeweled, sequined,
black and gold mask. I’d lined my eyes in a gold liner. Max had also
laid out a slinky, shimmering black dress trimmed in gold that would swish
around me loosely, held on my shoulders by barely there gemmed straps meant to
look like diamonds on a thin gold chain. Hell, for all I knew, they might well
be diamonds.

“Arms up,” he instructed, and I obeyed without hesitation.

The cool fabric slid over my skin as he smoothed the garment over my curves.
He brushed my ribs, my back, the sides of my breasts as he worked the delicate
material into place. Each touch, though seemingly casual, sent sparks shooting
through me. I knew Max well enough by now to recognize when his movements were
deliberately slow, calculated to build anticipation.

“This looks perfect on you,” he murmured, adjusting the straps
over my shoulders. His fingers lingered on my collarbone, tracing my skin and
making my breath catch. “Turn around, little Bunny.”

I pivoted slowly, allowing him to see how the dress fluttered around my curves
in a gentle wave that landed above mid thigh, barely long enough to cover my
ass. His eyes darkened as his gaze traveled down my form, then back up to meet
mine. “You’ve always been beautiful,” he said, his voice
barely above a whisper, “but tonight you are the most exquisite creature
I’ve ever seen.”

I heated with pleasure and I smiled up at Max like he was my hero. And I
suppose he was. He and Daddy Jacob.

“You’re trembling,” he observed.

“The invitation is… a lot,” I admitted.
“Everything.” The truth was more complicated. His touch, his
proximity, the anticipation of what would come later, all combined to leave me
dizzy with anticipation. And so fucking horny I thought I might die if I
didn’t get relief! I smiled up at him. “But I’m good. Better
than even.”

 

 

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Welcome to Wanda Violet O.’s world of bedtime fantasy, where you’ll find a
variety of sexy creatures ready to drink their fill. Wanda specializes in
extreme kink. Monsters, BDSM role play… she’s got it all. Come take a look
for yourself!

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Consortium of Dragons Teaser

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LGBTQ, Shapeshifters, Polyamorous

Date Published: September 12, 2025

 

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Two dragons are pulled into a murder mystery when their lover is
targeted.

 

The blind grandson of the world’s most powerful dragon matriarch wants a
male and female dragon in his bed. He’s bold enough to get what he
wants. Unfortunately, so is the serial killer hunting his family.

A male-female land dragon couple long for their matriarchal society to be
equal across the board. As they fight for their needs, they meet the water
dragon who will change their lives.

Now a serial killer has these three in his sights.

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EXCERPT

There had been another death, this one of a female dragon Joel had never heard
of. She was a distant relative, though, a water dragon who lived in Central
America, trying to stay under the radar, as it were, by thriving in the
coastal waters of Costa Rica. Or at least she had been thriving. Lady
Claudette had called to warn their mother to keep Joel and Jules close.
“Rumor has it this monster is on the move north again.”

Joel Junior, whose name was pronounced in the Spanish style, Ho-el,
hadn’t actually meant to disregard his grandmother’s orders, but
his twin, Jules, was out swimming and Joel didn’t want anything to
happen to him. Jules was an impulsive dragon, and he would have probably gone
swimming even if he’d been there to hear the phone call.

With Jules most likely already in the water, Joel couldn’t use his sense
of smell to find his twin. Instead, because Jules wouldn’t give a crap
about a telepathic sending — wouldn’t bother to reply, in other words
— Joel stripped on the Alaskan shore, shivering slightly even though it was
May and the ice here had largely melted. He assumed his scaly form, all eight
feet of sapphire-blue scales, and walked into the water. For humans, he
understood, this would have been a Polar Swim despite the fifty-degree
weather, but for him, it felt like coming home. Eyes open but blind, he
submerged completely and used his other sense, the one honed by years of
blindness and necessity, and sought his brother’s large presence in the
water. It was almost like sonar, but not quite, being a combination of sound
and psychic sense.

He encountered a pod of orcas closer in to shore than usual. He knew them to
be members of the dolphin family rather than narwhals because of the amount of
water they displaced. Orcas were almost twice the typical narwhal’s
length. Now using his telepathy because the sea mammals disrupted his ability
to “listen” to the water beyond them, he reached beyond them to
see what had driven them toward the land. Orcas weren’t afraid of much.

He found his brother and another dragon devouring a school of fish. He swam
toward them, giving the pod a wide margin even though he wasn’t a threat
to them. Either the orcas could sense the dragons’ magic or they knew
something the dragons didn’t know about the deeper water. With the
enigmatic and relatively new interlopers into the Alaskan waters, it was hard
to tell. Unlike narwhals, which had shifters among their numbers, Joel
didn’t know if that was true of any other sea-going mammal.

He approached and recognized the shape of his brother’s mind. He sent
out a blast of sound, a snort through his nose, and realized the other dragon,
whom he’d taken for their friend Jean Pierre, was a female dragon. His
brother wasn’t hunting, then, or not just hunting. Like Joel himself,
Jules was bisexual, although he mostly flirted only with female dragons.

Jules snorted back at him and flicked his tail, stunning several fish. These
he gobbled up before heading farther out into the bay. The female dragon went
with him.

Joel vaguely recognized her as a distant cousin and wondered at his initial
assessment. Water dragons weren’t exactly inbred, but they were
connected by strong ties that meant they couldn’t lightly date those who
might even bear a strand of similar DNA.

Deciding his brother wouldn’t listen just now, and telling himself no
dragon had yet been accosted while in the water, he used his sense of the
current to lead him back toward land.

Surfacing, he shifted back to human and walked out of the Arctic Ocean. If any
human had seen him, doubtless they would have screamed, or run to get him a
blanket. But there were no humans here in this part of Alaska. Sparsely
populated as the state was, this little cove and the land that touched it was
private property, where no one except the sons of Lady Nicole and all the
servants played. Joel’s and Jules’s grandmother hadn’t even
been here, afraid as she was that whoever was killing members of her family
would find their way here.

Joel used to wonder if she thought he and his twin, nearly seventy years old,
couldn’t take care of themselves. Yes, they were blind, but, no, that
didn’t make them helpless. The two of them hadn’t been permitted
to leave the area around the palace for over a dozen years.

He made his way to the large rock where he’d left his white cane. But
when he was a stone’s throw from the place he always used to hold his
clothes and cane, he sensed someone there. He paused, listening. He heard
nothing. He reached out telepathically and found a shielded mind that he
didn’t recognize.

“You’re Joel,” the stranger with an American accent said,
although he pronounced Joel’s name correctly.

Wary, Joel took a step back. Despite his bravado of a moment ago, he was
anxious. This male dragon was a stranger to him.

Male dragon? He processed that knowledge, realizing he’d gained as much
from scent as psychic feel. “Who are you?”

“I guess I’m your uncle.”

That didn’t comfort Joel, not in the slightest. “What are you
doing here?” Was someone in their family killing other dragons?
He’d heard stories of dragons who ate others of their kind.

He tried to calm himself. If this was indeed the one stalking his family, he
sounded awfully casual. Not at all like a serial killer, in other words.
Although, beyond reading braille books and listening to the television crime
shows, how would Joel know what a mass murderer sounded like?

“I’m trying to decide if I’m really the best person to be
guarding you and your brother.” He shifted on the rock, the sound of
denim scraping against granite making Joel take a second step back.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Taking out my cell phone. It’s time I let your mother know her
defenses were easier to breach than she thinks.”

Joel gained his eight feet of height, putting on his scales. If this was the
one who’d been threatening his family, the last thing Joel wanted to do
was present him with an easy target. He channeled all his telepathic ability
into a single word and sent it to Jules. Danger. Then he settled himself for
hand-to-hand fighting.

“Why are you…” The other male dragon sounded flummoxed.
“I’m not a threat to you. I’m here to protect you.”

 

About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.

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Party Animal Teaser

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Contemporary Gay Romance, Polyamorous

Date Published: August 8, 2025

 

Casey can get just about any man he wants, except for the one he wants
the most.

 

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s
always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who
isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

 

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ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Suck me tender.”

“Hey dumbass, I’m the boss here. If you didn’t have a big
shlong, you wouldn’t get any screen time.”

I picked up the towel and covered up my biggest asset. “Jealous
much?”

Max looked like he was ready to blow steam but he clenched his jaw and nodded
toward the king-sized bed. It was all decked out in white linen, the better to
show off our tanned bodies. “I want you and Joey to do a fast run
through, no sex, before we start filming.”

“Time is money,” I said, throwing his own words back at him.
“I don’t need to rehearse.”

“Says you. Did you even read the script?”

“Course I did. Masturbate first, and then Joey walks in and gives me a
hand. It’s not rocket science.” It was an easy scene. I could do
it in my sleep. I never have a problem getting hard, especially when I know
somebody’s watching.

“Okay Mr. Motherfucking-Know-It-All, do your thing.”

I sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

Max spit out one word. “Action.”

I started rubbing my cock through the material of the towel. After a minute, I
flung open the towel and let my dick take a bow. It was stiff and begging for
attention but I ignored it. Slowly I ran my hands down my chest, tweaking my
nipples until they were erect. It didn’t take long. My hot buttons are
super sensitive. A delicious warmth spread through my groin. It was time to
give my prick some attention. I gave it a few easy strokes, taking my time so
I could show off my body. Occasionally I glanced at the camera with a
smoldering gaze. Then I started jerking off in a steady rhythm.

Nobody knows my hot spots like I do. It didn’t take long for my
breathing to speed up. My balls drew up tight and I knew I was close. Where
the heck was Joey? He should have been here by now. I wanted to give him a cum
shower. Max was a shit director. One day I’d direct my own films. I
tried to hold off, but my cock was throbbing. Fuck it. I was too close. One
more hard stroke and I hosed myself down with a massive cum load.

White cream covered my chest, up to my neck and under my chin. I groaned,
scooped some up with my fingers and licked them clean. I knew I looked hot as
hell.

“Cut!” Max stood over me, hands on hips. “I tell you when to
come.”

“You can’t hold back momentum, Max.” One of these days
I’ll quit mouthing off, but not today. “If you could get it up,
you’d know that.”

If looks could kill I would have died right then, but Max couldn’t touch
me. I was golden. Nobody made the studio more money than I did.

“Face it, Max. I know what my audience wants and I give it to them.
That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”

“Get over yourself, princess. You’re a fucking porn actor.
There’s a thousand more waiting to take your place.”

As usual, Paul, the cameraman and peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation.
“This is good stuff, Max. The guys will eat it up.”

Max gave him a disgusted look and turned back to me. “You got anything
left for Joey?”

“Does a tin man have a stainless steel cock?”

Everybody laughed except Max. Fuck him. He turned his back, but not before he
took another long look at my chest. I smiled as I lay back against the
pillows. Look all you want, Max, but you’ll never get your hands on this
body. But I knew he’d take the film home and masturbate to it all night.

“Hey, Cox.”

My head jerked up at the sound of Joey’s voice. People tend to think
that porn stars don’t have real lives. They think that, given the nature
of what we do for a living, we must be emotionally detached and incapable of
having a real relationship. That’s only partly true. While I don’t
have, need, or want, a significant other, I have my sister, Julie, and my best
friends, Joey and Paul.

Joey is not only a friend, he’s also a great costar. He’s a lean
six feet, with short spiky blond hair and brown eyes. The dude is practically
hairless while I sport a sexy trail of dark hair that leads to a
well-manicured bush. The camera loves the contrasts between us, and so do the
guys who buy our videos. We spend so much time together, it was only natural
we’d become buddies.

Grinning, Joey sat on the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can
you, Casey?” He started wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some
things never change.

 

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