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Tina couldn't work up the courage to let Parker know she was interested. Sometimes girlfriends need to help each other out--especially when sex and co-workers are involved. Jill helps Tina overcome her nervousness, and then they both help Parker. As if he needed it.

A fantastic office quickie--you will be pleased.

"She thought about him as her hands roamed over her body, and she imagined it was his fingers inside her cunt. His name was Bob, as  boring and predictable as the reports they churned out every week, but she called him Parker because that was how he had first introduced himself to her a mere two weeks ago. Had it really been only two weeks? It seemed as though she had known him much longer. He had shaken her hand, his fingers strong and warm against her palm, his eyes intent on her face, and she had fallen into lust with a thud that could have been heard around the office. She was sure he had heard the sound, because he had half smiled at her sudden speechlessness.
    Surely that was nothing unusual for him. With those killer dark-fringed eyes and full lips, he could have had his pick of any number of women.
    And that was where her soapy masturbatory fantasies always came to end. If he could have his pick of any of the women who populated their small country of an office, how could she entice him into being with her?
    She had to do something. Something had to change."

~2400 words

In the second installment of the Rites of Spring series, Gazelle's eyes are swimming with colors and tears, as she is running, the best Messenger of the Tribe, running through Men's Town. They are all there for her, hundreds, thousands of men.

In the sequel to "Moonkissed," Jacob adjusts to his new life as a vampyre--heightened senses, new physical abilities, and parties.

Yes, parties. The finest kind, thrown by the best people. His new acquaintances become fast friends, in this lush, romantic tale of vampyre life in modern times.

"They stepped out into a lobby crowded with vampyres. Naked underlings weaved their way through the hordes of guests with trays of green absinthe and angel’s breath – a special wine made with the blood of virgins. By the pillar on the top step a shirtless couple writhed together, their hands all over each other, their kisses hot and passionate. Below in the main ballroom, vampyres danced to the music being played by a live orchestra. The sound they produced was exotic, played on instruments from the old countries. The dances were foreign to Jacob. Some vampyres danced in pairs, others in quartets, creating a spectacular twirling, whirling, kicking and skipping mass.

On the far side of the room under a blood red canopy trimmed with gold fringing sat the Emperor. Beneath the potted palms that flanked him stood naked guards, their muscular bodies still amidst the vitality of the party, their massive cocks on show for everyone to see. The Emperor himself seemed amused, watching his guests enjoy themselves while various individuals approached him and paid tribute, either by kissing his boots or the ruby ring on his finger.

Jacob lost sight of him though as they walked down the steps and into the ballroom."

~8900 words

A futuristic setting with the richest description and explosive detail. This is the first installment of "Rites of Spring," a tale of a runner, competing against her peers in the most physically challenging event of her life.

~7,000 words

Jacob doesn't know exactly what he wants, but staying where he is doesn't work. He gets some help deciding when he's attacked in the night. His saviors, equipped with the power to heal him, ask him to join their family in a most enjoyable way.

Magickal and full of desire, this tale of gay love will enthrall you, from the very first bite to the last.

"“Are you still there?” asked Jacob.
“Yes, I am here,” replied Sebastian, whispering into Jacob’s ear. 
Jacob let a nervous giggle slip from his throat.
“And I am here also,’ said Gianfranco into his other ear, his voice low and sweet, the vampyre’s breath cool against the exposed flesh of his neck.
Gianfranco’s words reverberated inside his ear and set his spine tingling. There was also..."

~7,100 words

You want to fulfill a fantasy--turning thirty makes you think about what you've been missing. Personal ads sometimes turn out well, especially when you get cute with the wording. Being the filling in a delicious sandwich is just the thing to make your dreams come true.

Told in second-person, this tale brings you face-to-face with the action. A delicious fantasy.

"...Jon fiddled with his halogen floor lamp until the lighting in the bedroom was perfect: bright enough to see, yet dim enough to feel intimate. Watching the three of you embrace in front of the mirror was fantastic. You put your arms around Jon’s neck while Marc held you from behind, his hands lingering..."

~2600 words

Read our interview with T.C. Gardstein here!

Or, you may be interested in T. C.'s erotic poetry collection, "The Poetry Prostitute."

When Alicia agrees to a game of "truth or dare" with her buddies Beau and Kev, they all get more than they bargained for as the truth of their desires comes out in the escalating heat of their dares.

A quick, dirty tale of young lust and passion. Yummy.

"...Beau's lips leave her and then return, pressing gently to hers, brushing, parting, Beau's tongue sweeping over her lips and she parts, too. She feels a hand on her face, cradling her jaw; another in her hair; and another cupping her breast. The hand on her face nudges and she goes easily, feels Beau's mouth sliding from hers,..."

~2600 words

Read an interview with Mallory Path here.

Tommy, Becca, and Miles have been best friends and rivals for years. On the eve of graduation, Miles worries that everything is going to change, but none of it in the way he finally confesses he wants. Tommy and Becca set out to show him that dreams *can* come true--and fantasies, too.

A beautiful tale of love and friendship, and just how good three people can be.

"...Fingers intertwined, Tommy looks up in time to see Miles respond as Becca opens her mouth: a flash of tongue in the space between them, bridging the distance, his tongue slipping into her, the glimpse gone as their lips lock onto each other again. ..."

~5,000 words

Read an interview with Mallory Path here.