Welcome readers! Good luck with the holiday party event at The Romance Reviews. I'm glad you're here because I have some announcements for you.
First, my
Free Read. Yes! Free! In honor of my new series based on my bisexual male werewolf characters from my novella Feral Heat, I've written a free short story in the Feral Heat universe. This short story is
Fluff The Master, and you may pick it up at AllRomanceEBooks. If you want a PDF of the book, feel free to contact me at mselizabethablack AT comcast DOT net and I'll e-mail it to you.
Here's a blurb for Fluff The Master:
Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, the bisexual werewolves from Feral Heat, are back in a new, rousing adventure. This time, it's Sam's birthday and they are hard at work in a Maryland theater putting up lights when an earthquake strikes! When they run outside, they meet a young man named Trent. Sam doesn't know Grant had already tasted what Trent had to offer. After the quake, they retreat to the safety of the stage and enjoy a little erotic show of their own! Trent surprises and shocks Sam with a special request. Will Sam be able to meet it? Read this FREE STORY and find out!
If you'd like to read Feral Heat before reading this story (I highly recommend it), feel free to buy the book per the links on my Feral Heat web site page link located at the top of this page. Here are buy links for convenience:
Here's the blurb for Feral Heat:
Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.
And finally, my series continues with the novella Filthy Leuker, which will be released in December, 2011. Here are an advanced description, blurb and excerpt for your reading pleasure:
Description:
Filthy Leuker continues the story of Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, my bisexual werewolves from my novella Feral Heat. You may also find Sam and Grant in the free read Fluff The Master, published by Romance Divine in its Explicit Encounters anthology.
This story includes Lina and Charlotte, my two lesbians from my story Neighbors, published by Torquere Press in its Vamps anthology in 2009.
Blurb:
Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome are lovers and co-workers. They work as lighting technicians for a Seattle theatre. Their lives change when Sam literally stumbles over Lueker Pearce, the lead dancer in a visiting dance troupe. Not only is Luke a talented dancer, he is the spitting image of Grant - so much so that Sam can't stop fantasizing about him. Plus Luke is so sweet and shy Sam fears it'll be easy to fall for him. Will Sam and Grant invite Luke into their fold, and if they do, will they tell him their big secret - namely, that they are werewolves?
Excerpt:
Sam Hightower's pulse raced at the sight of ripped abs and muscular thighs. The man who flowed across the stage with such little effort looked so much like his lover, Grant Newsome, that Sam blinked his eyes a few times to make sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him. Who's the god with the rapt attention of every man and woman in this room?
The two men could have been brothers. Grant's twin wore his hair at shoulder length, thick and full, with tendrils falling in his shining green eyes. Those eyes are emerald green, so green they glow like an aurora in winter. His face bore the same smoldering look of extreme concentration. This man would snap at Sam, turning on him in an instant if he interrupted his train of thought, much the same way Grant grumbled if he did the same thing. Each twist of his hip and roll of his shoulder enhanced the earthy lust his meager leotard couldn't contain. The dancer strutted amid his shorter and less stellar-looking partners bringing a flush to Sam's cheeks. He moved with a grace Grant lacked, but animal magnetism oozed from every pore. Tall and majestic, he glided across the stage is if his feet didn't touch the ground, his elegant form so beautiful he took Sam's breath away.
"Sorry, luv, you're a day late and a dollar short. We've already had him," that sultry and husky feminine voice jarred him from his daydream. Charlotte stood before him with her arms akimbo, hip thrust outward, giving him a cheeky grin. Dressed in tight black jeans and a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that she once again bested him in the fucking department. "His name's Leuker Pearce and he's a stallion in bed."
"I'd love to pierce him."
"You might be able to," Lina said. The quieter of the two women stood behind Charlotte, her arms wrapped around the gutsier one's waist. Quite the virago, Charlotte's lusty nature thrilled Sam on the few occasions they found themselves in bed together. Or in the back seat of his car. Or those two times in the catwalks with their groans echoing throughout the theater. Charlotte preferred women to men, but Sam enjoyed her touch and smell too many times to count. He teased the woman by sneaking up behind her to grab her boobs. She retaliated by bursting unexpectedly from behind road boxes to squeeze his cock. Despite the sex play, they were buddies more than sex partners.
She and her lover Lina settled in Portland after years traveling on the road. Amazed at how much the two looked alike, he admired their sleek arms and hands, strong from years of painting sets. They could be twins – or doppelgangers. Harbingers of doom. And now his lover's twin writhed before him, making love to the stage as he twirled and leaped. Imagine the fivesome we could have. It would be like something out of a Penthouse letter!
"He swings both ways," Charlotte said. "I can see a hot little threesome there; you, Luke, and Luke's evil twin. You need to be adventurous. You now how much I love adventure."
Should he mention his fantasy fivesome? No, not just yet… "So you noticed the resemblance, too?" Lust tingled the hairs on the back of Sam's neck. That beautiful creature moved like a majestic elk in the Alaskan high country. "What kind of name is Leuker?"
"It's Dutch. He goes by Luke. It's also his middle name. Says his first name is horrible."
"And 'Leuker' isn't?"
Her deep, throaty laugh reverberated amongst the flats. "He told me it's his mother's maiden name. Says it means good-looking."
Sam gawked at the tight ass and strong legs that sashayed across the stage. "Can't deny that."
