Breathless
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Starting
in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we
have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to
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Breathless
Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance,
releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It
is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in
electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.
Teaching Teacher by
Raven McAllan
Blurb:
Finding love
in a new town had not been in Seb's plans. But life has a tendency to throw you
curveballs – like Ruari.
When the new
head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the
consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will
overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?
Excerpt:
Ruari's head
was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone
with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five
minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He
swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips.
Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.
"You."
He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking star.
Definitely, a fucking star."
"Too
much info boss." Dave was smirking at him.
Oh fucking
shit. He realized
where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets.
How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a
look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.
"Feet.
Mouth into?" Seb asked him.
He nodded.
"As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"
Seb nodded.
Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered.
"That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss. Coffee. Hah!"
She carried on past them, still sniggering.
"Gotcha
there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself off for er
coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."
"Hells
bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of
his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn't
be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed."
Seb pulled
him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible
way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man." Seb moved so his cock
surged upwards. "All that is so easily arranged."
"Huh?"
He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he'd lost the
thread of the conversation.
"Lips
sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in change of all that. Soon." Seb
said.
"Okay,
so, first we have coffee?"
Seb smiled
and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"
Truth Deeper ThanLogic by Lee Brazil
Blurb:
His lover's
death filled Nate Hawthorn with rage. From that time were born legends of
bloodthirsty cats and killer bears, of humans entering the woods and never
leaving.
Legend
exaggerated, and he had calmed down and accepted the transiency of human life.
Fragile, defenseless, but curious, brave, and loving. He'd allowed their presence
in his valley in the beginning because they intrigued him with their
resourceful cleverness in turning their fragile bodies into a strength rather
than the weakness he'd taken them for.
When Daniel
died, he'd chosen to live among them for simple reasons. He felt closer to his
lover walking among his descendants. He took a warped pride in the growth and
the progress of the town Daniel had started, in the prosperity of Daniel's
people even as their growth and progress had overtaken his woods. Perhaps some
fatalistic part of him believed that the circle of life would one day claim
him, had known that they would one day kill him.
When Seth
Greenwood, a junior architect with a local firm who dreamed of bigger things,
pinned his hopes for career advancement on a project that required the use of
Nate's land, Nate realized how much he wanted to live. And how very much he
wanted Seth.
Excerpt:
"Relax,
hero. There's a hunting cabin near the grove. I thought it was abandoned. It
was pretty old and empty when I was here yesterday, but maybe someone's come
out for the weekend. Good news is, if that's the cabin, the grove is right
here." Gerry swung to the left and burst into a clearing. In the center of
the clearing small trees stood surrounded by lush grass.
Seth froze.
The skin on his nape prickled and tiny hairs rose. It felt like someone was
watching them. "Gerry? There's something weird about this clearing."
"Cut it
out. Jeez, if I'd known what a pansy you were going to be, I'd have done this
differently." Gerry clamped his flashlight in his mouth while digging
through his back pack. He pulled out an envelope and spit out his flashlight.
"Here. These are your instructions. I better backtrack and find those dumb
asses before they get lost. Hurry!"
Seth opened
his mouth to protest, but Gerry was gone. He slid a finger under the envelope
flap. His heartbeat seemed to echo in the open space. That's when it hit him.
The difference here was that he couldn't hear a damn thing. All those crunches
and whispers, crinkles, and even the whistle of the damn wind had disappeared.
It was eerily silent.
Icy sweat
trickled down his brow. He played the flashlight over the clearing again,
freezing in place as it picked up a glint of red. Assholes. Playing a
trick on the stoners indeed. "Not funny, Gerry!" he called out and
stepped further into the clearing, toward the red 'eyes'. "I'm not buying
it. Save your trick for someone more gullible. Gerry?"
Adrenaline
pounded through his veins as he stepped even closer and a deep, dark shadow
rose from the darkness surrounding the base of the tree. A vicious snarl ripped
through the silence. His flashlight bypassed the red eyes to glance off white
teeth.
"Oh. My.
God! Gerry!" He screamed as he stumbled backward. If this was a trick it
was a damn fucking good one. He made it to his feet just as the majestic beast
pounced and retraced his path out of the clearing as fast as he could. The
eerie silence seemed to precede him as he crashed and bumbled his way along.
The beast was behind him; he could hear it. Hell, he could practically feel its
hot breath on the back of his neck.
The cabin.
The lights. He caught the flicker out the corner of his eye as a claw nicked
his jeans. A burst of adrenaline increased his speed and he burst through the
door of the cabin, slamming it behind him.
"Ahem."
Heart
pounding, gasping for air, he whirled around. "Sorry. It was after me. I'm
sorry, but I can't go back out there."
Make Mine To Go by
Dilo Keith
Blurb:
Justin can
usually satisfy Toby's diverse erotic desires, but when Toby craves something
only another man can provide, will this test the limits of Justin's love?
One key to
the success of Justin and Toby's marriage is plenty of sexual variety,
sometimes with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes
the submissive role in their power exchanges, it's more often Justin who
generously caters to Toby's erotic appetites. Toby's interest in flirting with
a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it
sends both men down uncomfortable paths.
Toby manages
to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More
troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn't entirely believe
his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another
man can give him, he knows it won't be easy to tell Justin. More importantly,
is realizing a fantasy-- even an exceptionally compelling one -- worth the
risk?
Excerpt:
They joined
my wrists behind me with a simple clip. Bound, blindfolded, and kneeling, I
awaited my next orders. They whispered to each other. The bed dipped, and I
could tell by the sound of a zipper Paul went for his toy bag on the floor.
Justin was doing something too. My desire to know warred with the thrill of
erotic darkness.
"Suck
me," Justin said.
If he
expected me to remove his jock without my hands, it wouldn't be quick. I hoped
he remembered I felt foolish the last time we tried that. Thankfully, he'd just
done it himself. I lapped at the trickle of pre-cum I found on his magnificent
cock. Apparently uninterested in my reverent attitude, Justin pulled me down,
leaving me with my face in his pubes as my main support, his cock nearly
gagging me at first.
Justin lifted
my head with fingers tangled in my hair. That's such a turn-on. I keep it long
enough to allow a good handful. "Having a little trouble, Toby?"
"Just
enough, sir."
"Slut."
He pulled me back down and kept his hands on my neck, more for symbolism than
instruction.
Paul smacked
my upturned ass, slowly at first. It warmed and tingled under his masterful
care. At some point he switched from bare hands to a fingerless glove that had
studs or something, but not sharp like vampire gloves. The combined sensations
of leather, studs, and bare fingers made it difficult to focus on Justin's
cock. That divine balance of pleasure and pain could transport me to subspace
if I weren't trying to do a decent job. Despite my best efforts, I lost my
rhythm a few times.
"Pay
attention, boy. You've gotta work for it," Justin said with his typical
"amused Dom" tone, the friendly taunt that showed he got off on my
predicament.
Meanwhile, in
contrast to the delight of the sensuous spanking, my unattended boner was
threatening to become painful. I probed the surrounding space, not expecting to
find relief, but I had to try.
"And no
coming without permission," Paul reminded me. He gave me a few hard swats.
Despite these
distractions, I soon had Justin moaning and grasping my hair. I anticipated my
creamy reward for a blowjob well done.
Family Matters by DC
Juris
Blurb:
Oscar is
excited to meet Derek's family. But Derek's mother is transphobic. Can Oscar
help Derek's mom to accept Derek, or will the family split for good?
Chains?
Check. Lube? Check. Popsicles? Check!! Oscar and his transgender lover, Derek,
are all set for a long weekend of some much needed—and more than a little bit
kinky—alone time. When Derek gets an invitation to a get-together from his
mother, Oscar is excited for the chance to finally meet Derek's elusive family,
even if it'll cut their "festivities" short. But he soon learns the
reasons why he hasn't met them yet - the majority of Derek's family, including
his mother, are transphobic. Oscar and Derek attend the function anyway, but
the stress sends Derek into an all-night migraine, and Oscar is forced to look
for help from the last person he wants to: Derek's mom, Beverly. Can Oscar
convince Beverly that Derek is her child, regardless of gender? Or will
Beverly's narrow-minded ways split her family apart for good?
Excerpt:
Oscar looked
up from the newspaper and nearly spit his morning coffee all over himself.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Derek stood just outside their
bedroom door. In a dress. A frilly lavender dress, pantyhose, and a pair of
shiny black heels. Derek hung his head. "I told you we were going to my
family thing today."
"So?"
"My
mother hates Derek. She wants me to be Amy." Derek's shoulders sagged.
"So I'm Amy."
"Fuck
that! Go change." Anger flared in Oscar so intensely that he was forced to
put his mug down or else spill the contents with the shaking of his hand. Derek
had said his family didn't approve, but this? Criminal. How dare anyone make
Derek feel like he wasn't good enough! How dare anyone demand that he change,
that he apologize for who he was!
"I
can't." Just a whisper.
"Then
we're not going. Or I'm not. I'm not going to watch you play dress up and
parade around for their approval. That's fucking bullshit! There's nothing
wrong with the way you are, and if those assholes can't see that then fuck
them, wubby bear. Fuck every last one of them."
"My
mother hates Derek," Derek repeated. He stood stiffly, an air of
uncomfortable tension radiating from him.
"Your
mother ought to be glad her kid's still alive," Oscar spat, thinking of
his childhood friend Maria, who'd been unable to handle the pressures of her
gender confusion, and had killed herself.
"I think
she'd prefer dead Amy to live Derek."
Oscar's face
flushed with the red heat of rage. He stood, shaking his head, and took Derek
by the elbow. "Come change. Now."
Purgatory: Ride theLine, Book 1 by Jewel Sinclair
Blurb:
When rodeo
star Jax Weller looks at Luke Parsons, he sees a colt ready to be saddled and
ridden hard to the edge of Purgatory.
Rodeo rider
Jax Weller is cock of the walk at the Bar C. One smile from Jax and every filly
and stallion in the territory, two-legged and four, comes running. It's
business as usual until Luke Parsons shows up at the ranch. Thwarted at every
turn, Jax is driven wild by the young drifter's beauty and charm. When Jax finally
gets him alone, he discovers that Luke has a wild heart behind his angel face.
The west has never been as hot as it is in a place called Purgatory.
Excerpt:
After dinner,
Jonesy sounded the familiar 2-1-2 signal on the iron triangle outside the cookshack
signaling all hands to meet in the bunkhouse. Jax grabbed a chair by the door
to catch the early autumn breeze and fought hard to look bored.
"Glad to
see you all could make it and so sorry to be cutting into your valuable
outhouse time," said Jonesy. In response, someone cut wind loud and long.
After the
applause subsided, he continued. "Nicely done, boys. That's why I turned
down that job in New York City. It just wasn't classy enough. Okay, you
old-timers know why we're here. It's time to ride the line. All that Bar C
fence isn't going to inspect and repair itself, so before we settle in for the
winter, we need to get it done. And guess what? We got us a mess of greenhorns.
So, each one of you old hands is going to take a youngster with you and show
them how it's done."
Jonesy put up
his hand to ward off the groans and catcalls. "Think of it this way.
You'll have someone along who is actually capable of doing some work. Give you
more time to pull the pickle back in the lineshack."
Laughter broke
the tension in the room. Jax tipped his hat down over his eyes, feigning
indifference, but the announcement made him dizzy. Brilliant Jonesy.
Brilliant.
"Thompson,
you take Hoss and work the Gully."
"Hell
yeah! I'll be sleeping in my own bed while you all are out pounding
ground," said Thompson.
Jax hid a
smile. The Gully was the closest assignment but the hardest work. The yearling
bulls made a mess of the fence during breeding season and a lot of it had to be
reset every year. He listened as Jonesy reeled off the other assignments,
waiting to hear the magic words.
"And
finally, Mister Big Shot Rodeo Star, Jax Weller, is going to take Perdition
Ridge."
Springing
forward on cue, Jax said, "Every damn year you stick me with that ride.
It's halfway to hell and back and nothing but rock. Send Thompson."
"Piss on
you, Weller. Me and Hoss got the Gully. At least once a year the rest of us get
to see you do some real work. Get your ass up that mountain. Hey, Jonesy, who
ya stickin' him with?" He looked over his list and sighed. "Sorry,
Weller, the only one left is Poetry Boy. You're riding with Parsons."
