Sanguine Blood Seekers

Sometimes I remember I have a blog…

The Sanguine Blood Seekers – I refer to them as Heaven’s vampires. Hey… Vampires are real! And there’s a new one on the horizon. Coming January 27, 2023 —

Perishable, Sanguine Blood Seekers 4

A Razor’s Edge Vampire Erotica

Rafe vows to give Wren nothing. Instead he gives the vampire everything — including his life!

Snatched from his single mother by the wealthy family of the man he’s forced to call father, Rafe Gorman soon learns the greedy bastard has no desire to raise a child, which leaves Rafe bearing the brunt of his scorn. As soon as he comes of age to receive his trust, Rafe flaunts his disdain for his father’s regard by opening New Leaf, a gay club. It’s in New Leaf Rafe meets a being who haunts him day and night.

A vampire from the 17th century, Christopher Wren’s seen enough evil perpetrated by human men to last many lifetimes. Born a bastard below stairs, he’s witnessing nobility take what they fancied without a care — that made him a monster, not being turned. Now Wren makes sure those who flaunt such character pay for their misdeeds. Their day of reckoning is never without pain.

Then he meets Rafe, and Wren swears no one will ever hurt his lover again.

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Excerpt:

“Grandpop has a doctor’s appointment at eleven. Should I make arrangements with a nursing association or can you handle it?”

“He’s your grandfather. Grandpop is, it’s classless.”

Now Randolph criticized him for using a name Rafe had used since the day he moved in. “How is grandpop… Screw it. I should call him father.”

“Wish he was. You’d be my brother and not a favored grandchild they feel more entitled to an inheritance that should rightfully be mine.”

“Perhaps if you were a better son, Randy.” His father hated being called by the name Rafe’s grandmom always used.

“I’d hit you if I didn’t know how much you liked it.”

Obscene how Randy came about that piece of information. “Don’t be crude.” Quiet door chimes interrupted a tense, depressing moment. His father had terminated the live-in help, saying he’d take care of household errands. A maid service came once a week and the lady who worked nine to five seeing to meals and light household chores was off taking care of laundry. “I’ll get it.” Anger had Rafe’s heart banging ribs as he walked down the hallway. He snatched the door open, and his jaw dropped. “Christopher?”

* * *

“Close your mouth. Flies are buzzing about.” Wren had discovered the familial unrest when they were in Rafe’s office. He didn’t realize the extent until this morning while wrangling with Liam at Sten’s. Visiting Rafe at home instead of calling was not one of Christopher’s smartest moves; however, he refused to let the unsettled feelings he’d unearthed in his mate’s mind go unanswered.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to ask you out but, hell, you seem busy. I couldn’t wait to see you at New Leaf.” Fuck’s sake, this was going to get messy. “So, here I am.”

“Busy? You’ve been in my head! You can’t do that, Christopher.”

“Play along or appear to be more of an ass than Randy thinks you are.”

“How dare you!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Christopher shoved by and walked into the dining room. “I’m Christopher Wren.” Taking the man’s hand, he shook it and punctured his wrist deeply with a sharp fingernail. Christopher licked his finger and rubbed saliva on Randolph’s skin to remove the scratch and any sensation of pain. It all happened so fast, the bastard had no time to comment. Able to scan Randolph’s mental path, he proceeded to talk. “I’m a friend of Rafe’s and I’ll be spending time with Randolph, senior.”

Two voices chorused, “What?”

Christopher only gave attention to Rafe. “Don’t you remember asking me to stop in and cheer him up after you discovered we had so much in common?”

“Look, Christopher, I, um… Yes. Okay.” Damn sure didn’t appreciate having to, but Wren would explain forcing Rafe’s response later.

“Who is this man?”

Christopher clasped Randolph’s shoulder. “He didn’t tell you he had a new boyfriend?”

Christopher wished he had a camera to capture Randy’s face. “You’re older than, shit, you could be his grandfather.”

“Damn close but, hey, you know he has a thing for senior men, don’t you?” He winked. “We’re going to get along famously.” Zeroing in on Rafe, Wren told him, “You’re moving in with me.”

Randy shook Christopher’s hand off and stood. “Good. I can use time alone with my father and mother.”

Don’t do it. Don’t. Too late. Christopher gripped Randolph’s forearm and shoved him against the table. “You hurt your father, you hurt Rafe.” Squeezing until the man grunted, he added, “Hurting Rafe would not be a good idea.”

“Christopher!”

Had Rafe not been on hand, Wren would have torn the man’s head off and drained him of blood.

#actionadventure #darkdesire #darkfantasy #death #forcedproximity #gay #paranormal #razorsedgeerotica #romance #urbanfantasy #vampires #violence #voyeurismexhibitionism

Series:

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Iniquitous, Sanguine Blood Seekers book 3
https://books2read.com/IniquitousSBS3
No power exists that can save the Saint from this vampire.
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Clandestine, Sanguine Blood Seekers book 2
https://books2read.com/ClandestineSBS2
When he gives in to carnal desire, little does Mason know he’ll lose his soul to a monster!
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Unsalvageable, Sanguine Blood Seekers book 1
https://books2read.com/Unsalvageable
The bloodthirsty monsters use men in a way Drew wants to be used!

Remember: Vampires are Real!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out! – J. Hali Steele

Written Wednesday – Iniquitous

Not that I use social media very much – I’m taking a few days break.

But before I vanish, I’ll leave you with a bit of my newest Sanguine Blood Seeker’s book coming to Changeling Press on 8/26/2022 and Amazon on 9/2/2022. Find other outlets at Books2Read.

Iniquitous
Sanguine Blood Seekers 3

Kamose, undead before he was pharaoh, has lived on fringes of the vampire realm for thousands of years. He feels no kinship to the bloody bastards. Against vampire laws, Kam kills his master, the only man who loved him. He pays for that atrocity every day. Allowing Kam’s sarcophagus to be desecrated and tossed into a pile of trash as if he were truly dead, even God deserts Kamose. Until Matthias, the thirteenth apostle, crosses his path.

Saint Matthias should have been one of the twelve apostles. Instead, he gains the position after Jesus’ death. By then he’s a monster subsisting on human blood. Every bite, every draw of sustenance fills him with guilt he can’t assuage. The only time he experiences peace is in the arms of a much older creature. A vampire so vile and sacrilegious, Matthias fears he’ll cause both their souls to burn in Hell!
Excerpt:

For the first time ever, Kam wasn’t sure how he intended to handle a situation. Having gleaned Matty’s whereabouts, he rested in his mind. Waited. What was missed that had permitted Matty to break safeguards? Kam didn’t think Drew and Mace would pull that stunt again. Wren? He wouldn’t challenge Kam. Regardless, if it was a game, Kam intended to play it out. At least Wren distracted him long enough to test the waters. If he read Matty right, which had become more than difficult, he was ready. “But you will come to me this time?”

He did. Matty blasted into Kam’s living room. “How dare you!”

“This isn’t about me.”

“It is. You, you evil, and immoral motherfucker.”

“Son. Of. A. Bitch.” Rising from his chair, Kam crossed the floor and yanked the front of Matthias’ shirt. “Want to know why I neglected to come to you? Often you saved humans because I left them lying alive somewhere. Other times, even if I was buried in a man’s ass, I didn’t care. You called me. That’s what mattered.” Kam couldn’t resist caressing his cheek. “You can be sure he looked like you, Matthias. Fuck, that didn’t matter either because I’d close my eyes and invoke your likeness, your smell, your body beneath me. Goddamn you, I changed the color of their eyes!”

“Stop!”

“Stop what? Telling you the truth? Here’s some more — I’ve fucking wanted you from the minute I opened my eyes in that trash heap. You kept me away because of Him.”

“Kam, I…”

“I live on blood too, but I’m not a mistake, Matthias.” Kam hugged the apostle to his chest. “I will no longer fight for what amounts to brief moments of respite.”

“I know what this is and that it will only be broken by death.” Matthias rested his head on Kam’s chest. “I’m tired.”

Kam’s heart skipped a beat. Bayti had said those words. No, they weren’t the same. He stepped back. “Matthias, I cannot contend with Jesus.”

“I’m afraid of what will become of me if I let Him go.”

“Let me be there.”

“And when you’re not? Kamose, you are evil and reckless, you have no regard for life.” His sigh weighed heavy. “But I can’t stop desiring you.”

To say he was caught off guard by Matty shoving him into the nearest seat wouldn’t begin to describe what Kam experienced. The way he took charge ignited bonfires throughout Kam’s body and his clothes smoldered as they disintegrated, leaving him butt naked.

“No.” Damn if the suit wasn’t reassembled and covering him again! “I’ll undress you when I’m ready.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Hope you enjoyed this peek into Kam and Saint Matthias’ life…or death!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Tasty Tuesday Tips – Bread Crumbs

Sort of…kind of…but not quite!! I don’t buy bread crumbs anymore. I purchase lots of Snyder pretzel pieces. Jalapeno and Honey Mustard and Onion are my faves. I buy mine at Walmart because they always have a wide variety. When you get to the bottom of the bag, don’t throw those tasty morsels away – use them! I add to meatloaf or burgers and the taste is fantastic.

This time I used jalapeno in my burgers. Cooked, added sharp cheese, then cut in half on a hoagie roll with lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. Voilà–hamburger hoagie.

TIP: Who needs a crouton when, if you’re a snack freak, you’ve got bursts of flavor at your fingertips? I’ve used nacho pieces, potato chips, crackers – they’re all great substitutes for bread crumbs!

Bon Appétit!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Written Wednesday – Picture That, The End

Picture That was written as a companion piece to Grind. For Written Wednesday enjoy Part II:

Picture That

A missing piece of clothing leads to an unknown discovery. Jess Boone and Casey Crane take full advantage of a time out on Raider Ridgeway’s photo shoot.

Part II

“He’ll fire us.” That didn’t stop Casey whose fingers slipped under Jess’s balls and gave them a tug which sent Jess’s hips into the air. When fingers crooked around his shaft, Jess imagined his dick enclosed by Casey’s lips.

“Ridgeway is probably busy loading footage onto his computer and going through hundreds of shots he took earlier.” Casey eased his other hand beneath Jess’s tee shirt and searched out a hard nipple. He pinched the bud causing Jess to shove hips from the seat cushion again. “Let me taste you.”

Before he could protest, Casey leaned and snagged the head of his swollen cock in his mouth. “God!” Jess cried.

Casey’s mouth was magical, his tongue a dervish as it swept around his thickness taking what he wanted. Up, down, he mouthed Jess’s shaft again and again. Each time lips reached the tip; he circled the head with his greedy tongue.

“Mmm, you know how to suck cock.” Jess tangled a hand in Casey’s hair and helped him work up and down. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He stroked in the man’s mouth as if he jammed in and out of his ass. Casey licked, swallowed, and licked Jess’s dick some more.

Coming up for air, Casey asked, “Well?”

Jess couldn’t take another minute of his mouth without coming. “Get up and lean over the sofa.”

“My, a whole sentence.”

“I’ve jerked off to your pictures for so long, I’ll probably come the minute I enter you.”

“You fantasized about having me?” Casey stood, undid his slacks, and shoved them down around his ankles. “I hope I’m everything you imagined.”

His dick flopped out and Jess sucked in a draft of air. “Damn!” He hadn’t expected the white man to be hung like a pony but that’s not what surprised him. Jess was taken aback at how pretty Casey’s cock was. He’d seen many in his years but never one that was so fucking beautiful. “Picture perfect.” Jess quickly pushed his pants down.

Laughter, low and raspy, slipped from Casey’s mouth. “I like yours much better.” He reached for Jess’s dick and gave it a squeeze. “Big.”

“Can you take it all?”

“Watching you pack it inside those jeans earlier, I had my own fantasies.”

“Turn around.” Jess wore the pants he had arrived at the studio in, and reaching in his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet. He retrieved a condom and dropped his wallet on the seat. “They’re pre-lubed.”

“You’ll still have to add a little something.”

“I got you.” Jess opened the foil square with his teeth, removed and slipped the rubber over his cock. He spit in his hand to add to lube on the latex sheath. “Let me see you play with that pretty dick.”

“You’ve lost your earlier shyness.”

“I’m not shy. I was shocked to find out…”

“I prefer men?”

“Yes.” Thank God.

“Fuck me.”

“Real good; I promise.” Spitting in his hand once more, he swabbed it on the rubber and nudged the tip at Casey’s anus. “Stop me if you need to.”

He reached back and grabbed Jess’s thigh bringing him closer. “Damn you, give it to me.”

Jess shoved until the head of his cock entered the tight hole. “Fuck, fuck!” He leaned over Casey’s back, reached around and clamped his hand over Casey’s which still worked the skin of his penis back and forth. “You’re harder than hell.”

“Until you make me come.” Jess slipped more length inside, and when Casey started to squeeze and bump back, Jess let go. He jammed his dick in the man’s ass and marveled at the fact he took every thick inch with no more than a whimper. “Unh, do it, fuck me hard.” As he thrust in and out, both their hands masturbated Casey’s dick until cum copiously wet their fingers. “Yeah, you feel good in my ass.” The hand he used to grasp Jess’s thigh tugged forward each time he pulled out. “So fucking big.”

“Like my big dick in your ass?” He let go of Casey’s penis and used both hands to grip the man’s shoulders. Holding him so he couldn’t move, Jess pounded his cock deeper with each stroke. “No, no, hell, no,” Jess murmured. He could have come the minute he entered Casey, but he had fought the desire wanting to ride the man as long as he could. Knees flexed up and down, he pushed in, pulled out, and repeatedly slammed against Casey’s buttocks giving him every bit of his fat cock.

And he took it all, over and over.

“Yes… Jesus, yeahhh!” Casey yelled.

“Shh,” Jess warned. “Let it go, give it to me.”

Casey’s sphincter clenched around Jess’s penis. “Ahh, yeah, right there, you…you got it.”

“Oh fuck, not on the sofa!”

Stepping back with pants tangled at their ankles wasn’t easy but they managed a few inches before Casey shot his load. “Damn…ah-ahhh…I’m coming!”

It felt as if Jess’s orgasm blasted from his toes before it slid through his nuts, and spurted from his dick. “Yeah…yeah, awww, hell.” Jess shuddered as semen jetted into the condom. “Christ, I wanted to come in your ass.” He ran his fingers down the man’s back, and around to his abdomen. Covering Casey’s body once more, Jess reached between muscular thighs and fondled Casey’s softening prick. “Sweet.” Standing straight, he peeled the condom off and dropped it on the magazine that, luckily, had caught Casey’s jizz, and then he pulled his pants up and fastened them. Casey did the same. Stickiness would make Jess uncomfortable as hell, but he didn’t give a shit.

Hearing a door open and close down the long hallway; each man spun and sat on the sofa. Jess kicked the magazine beneath the chair adding a mental note to toss it in the trash later.

Ridgeway’s assistant poked his head in. “Where is everyone?”

Casey chuckled. “They went downstairs.”

He eyed both men, pivoted, and walked away.

Jess released a pent-up breath. “That was close.”

The assistant popped back in the doorway. “Open the damn window and pray for a breeze before he gets here.” He turned, but before leaving, he shouted over his shoulder, “If Ridgeway catches you fucking in his studio, you’ll both be thrown out with your dicks waving in the wind.” The door slammed shut.

Grinning, Jess teased, “Picture that.”

The End

About Grind. It was written for A Loving Day Collection a few years ago. I really liked these guys and, today, I like them just as much. 

Grind

Remember your bodies crushing together—remember your first grind?

Tonight Raider craved someone to assuage the ache in his loins and Blaze St. John certainly fit the bill.

Raider Ridgeway saw the gorgeous man enter the bar and figured what the hell. One night with the stranger would help him unwind before he left for a scheduled shoot in Las Vegas. It had been long enough, and as his assistant so eloquently put it—he needed to get laid. Five months of non-stop, globe-hopping photo shoots and whacking off had left him with a sore dick as well as raw nerves.

Normally, he’d spend a couple hours at the bar, occasionally he would talk to someone getting to know a little about him, but then he left alone. That wasn’t the case tonight. Raider had something special in mind, something he hadn’t done in months that didn’t involve leaving the parking lot unless he wanted to.

What he didn’t count on after leaving Blaze standing alone in the dark lot was his inability to forget the man and it went from bad to worse when he looked up from a hand of poker and spied the pretty white man watching him from across the room.

An Interracial M/M Romance – You can find it here: https://books2read.com/Grind
AMZ: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00Y42N340/

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Tasty Tuesday Tips – Snack Crackers

Snack crackers – I like hard crackers and I found a new brand last week that I’m loving: Good & Smart Salt and Pepper flavor.
They’re very, very sturdy (hard) crackers so they stand up to microwaving when topped with your favorite choice of goodies.

I topped with sharp cheese, thin sliced habanero, and a dollop of cherry preserve. After microwaving cheese was gooey and they were delicious!!

TIP: Try different toppings – you’ll be surprised by wonderful flavor combinations you can come up with for a quick snack.

Bon Appétit!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Written Wednesday – Picture That

Picture That was written as a companion piece to Grind. For Written Wednesday enjoy Part I:

Picture That

A missing piece of clothing leads to an unknown discovery. Jess Boone and Casey Crane take full advantage of a time out on Raider Ridgeway’s photo shoot.

When the Carver Agency called the night before and asked him to do a photo shoot for Ridgeway, a world-renowned photographer, Jess Boone jumped at the chance. He had never looked forward to an assignment so much. The man was phenomenal, and if he liked your work, you could go places.

Jess was unaware of Casey Crane’s presence until he spied him across the room during one of his sessions with Ridgeway. Casey was one of the most sought-after swimwear models in the country and he had a featured role in most of Jess’s fantasies. Everyone in the business knew the man was ramrod straight; still, seeing him in person stoked the fire in Jess’s loins and working with him would surely give him fodder for his next hand job.

How Jess kept his shit together all morning was beyond him.

Four hours non-stop with outfit changes, hair, and makeup retouches, and then the session ground to a halt when a particular wardrobe piece Ridgeway expected had evidently not arrived with the rest of the shipment. An apprentice was sent traipsing across town in midday traffic to retrieve the item which left everyone on their own for what would certainly be over an hour. Ridgeway stormed off to his office, and models scattered. Some took the opportunity to go to a café located on the ground floor, others talked about visiting quaint shops along the block. That left him alone with Casey who had taken a seat on the sofa beside Jess.

After perusing a magazine for a few minutes, Casey exclaimed, “Jackasses.”

“Excuse me?”

He ran long fingers through his blond hair before glancing at Jess with serious gray eyes. “Politicians; they’re all a bunch of dicks.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Jesus, God, the devil; someone help him! Jess’s body came alive observing the man’s sensuous lips move. He couldn’t get the picture of Casey’s lips wrapped around his cock out of his head, nor could Jess stop thinking about what the man’s mouth could do to him, how it would feel, the pleasure it could bring. Shit! What now?

When he reached for a magazine on the coffee table to cover his predicament, Casey grabbed his hand. “Jess, right?”

“Ye-yes.” Jess stuttered.

“Don’t hide it, man.” He took the magazine and dropped it on the floor.

“I’m not sure what you…umm…”

“It’s beautiful.” Air whistled through Jess’s lips when Casey’s hand covered his crotch. He smiled and asked, “What are you thinking about, Jess?”

What was he supposed to say? “Nothing in particular…

“Damn.” Casey actually sounded disappointed and that just wasn’t possible.

Everything Jess had heard about the model reported him as being into women; hell, every picture taken showed him with one woman after another on his arm. The man was drop dead gorgeous. “What did you expect?”

“I had hoped for a different answer.” Casey’s eyes were piercing as he continued to fondle Jess’s growing erection, and no way was he going to stop him. “This could be a long break.”

“You’ve got me at a loss here, I thought…”

“Don’t believe everything you read.”

“You mean…”

Casey’s laughter filled the air. “Do you leave most of your sentences hanging?”

The sound of a jet approaching LAX grew muffled as blood pounded in Jess’s ears. “No.”

Casey leaned and whispered, “Then tell me what you’re thinking about.”

What the hell, Jess may as well say it. “My dick in your mouth.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Casey slowly pulled Jess’s zipper down. “Have you imagined this happening?”

“God, yesss!” Jess hissed as Casey’s cool fingers extricated his penis from the warmth of his pants. “How’d you know?”

“Because I’ve watched you all morning and I’ve thought of nothing else.” His palm swept the crown of Jess’s cock coaxing precum from the slit.

“Keep that up I’ll come in your hand.” Jess loosened up a little. “And that’s not what I want.”

Casey’s eyes darkened. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?”

“You. Keep talking.”

“Uhh…” Words trapped in Jess’s throat left him with no choice but to act. He leaned forward and captured Casey’s mouth in a searing kiss. When he nudged his tongue at lips pressed together, they opened and hungrily received him. Minutes passed before they separated and stared at each other.

He groaned when Casey said, “I’ll open everything for you just as quickly.”

“You’re making me crazy.” The man’s large hand had continued to toy with Jess’s dick and cum smeared the tip. “We don’t have time.”

“They’ll be a while yet.”

“You gotta stop.”

“No.”

“Please.” Didn’t want Ridgeway or anyone to return and catch them in an awkward position. Christ, the way he felt, Jess could bend the man over the sofa back and take him right there, and he’d probably come within minutes of penetration. Casey’s white skin, though tanned, was in direct contrast against Jess’s brown skin and it drove him insane thinking of watching his long, dark cock slide into the man’s tight ass. He had to bite his lip to stem begging Casey to stand and bend over for him.

“Please what, Jess?”

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Don’t forget, come back next Wednesday for Picture That, Part II.

About Grind. It was written for A Loving Day Collection a few years ago. I really liked these guys and, today, I like them just as much. 

Grind

Remember your bodies crushing together—remember your first grind?

Tonight Raider craved someone to assuage the ache in his loins and Blaze St. John certainly fit the bill.

Raider Ridgeway saw the gorgeous man enter the bar and figured what the hell. One night with the stranger would help him unwind before he left for a scheduled shoot in Las Vegas. It had been long enough, and as his assistant so eloquently put it—he needed to get laid. Five months of non-stop, globe-hopping photo shoots and whacking off had left him with a sore dick as well as raw nerves.

Normally, he’d spend a couple hours at the bar, occasionally he would talk to someone getting to know a little about him, but then he left alone. That wasn’t the case tonight. Raider had something special in mind, something he hadn’t done in months that didn’t involve leaving the parking lot unless he wanted to.

What he didn’t count on after leaving Blaze standing alone in the dark lot was his inability to forget the man and it went from bad to worse when he looked up from a hand of poker and spied the pretty white man watching him from across the room.

An Interracial M/M Romance – You can find it here: https://books2read.com/Grind
AMZ: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00Y42N340/

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Tasty Tuesday Tips – Corn Dumplings

If you’re a kitchen wizard – make dumplings from scratch. I use Bisquick. Fast, easy, and, to me, almost as good as scratch. Plus, I never get scratch dumplings right. Remember – I don’t measure anything! My recipes are for folks who already cook and have a general idea about portions.

Season chicken to taste and stew in amount of water needed for number of dumplings you make. I cook until it falls off the bone but that’s not necessary if you don’t mind leaving them in. Also, what ever part of the chicken you prefer is fine or you can substitute a prepared stock.

Corn Dumplings:
Finely mince onion and garlic (how much you use is up to you)
1 cob of corn (use sharp paring knife to remove kernels from cob)
Follow instructions for Bisquick dumplings (set a little extra milk aside)
Add onion, garlic, and corn to mix, blend until soft dough is formed (because of extra ingredients, may need to add more milk)

Bring chicken stew to a boil and drop in dumplings (about tablespoon size)

Lower heat to simmer, cover and cook about 15 minutes. Varies from recipe for cooking dumplings uncovered but this has always worked for me.

These came out so good and I have enough left over for lunch!

TIP: Want to add new tastes or ingredients to your dumplings, be adventurous and –
go for it!

Bon Appétit!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Written Wednesday – Angel in Heat

Warning: Contains religious themes some will find offensive. Read to the end to find out how to receive a free copy. My gift to you in celebration of Pride Month.

Angel in Heat

.99ȼ deal! Continues through to the end of June

https://books2read.com/AngelInHeat
AMZ: https://smarturl.it/AngelHeat

Good and evil walk hand in hand. 

   

Raziel Eden swiftly learns to blend in with humans and demons after being cast from Heaven by a stronger archangel who, for all his holiness, should reside in Hell. Raz’s club, MystEden, is a den of iniquity frequented by beings from both realms. Earth has become his private playground and he delights in tasting its many fruits though Raziel would trade it all to travel heavenward. Then a monster from Hell walks into his club; a satanic minion who captivates Raz with beauty and innocence.

Surge Oberon possesses knowledge of many enigmas but he yearns to sit at Lucifer’s right hand wielding identical powers of an angelic counterpart, archangel Raziel, Heaven’s excommunicated keeper of secrets. He must convince Raziel to trade one confidence, a tale Surge’s master plans using to regain his throne in Heaven. What part will Surge play in Hell’s hierarchy should Satan succeed?

Two beings seeking a path home—only one can win their battle of wits.

Hot, sexy times and instalove in mysterious places.

Angels and demons love faster and harder for as long as they can because they know—a being more powerful can change their lives in the blink of an eye.

Contains religious themes some will find offensive. #drama #explicit #gay #HEA #instalove #lgbtq #paranormal #religerotica #shortstory

Excerpt: (This picks up from where the April 6 excerpt left off)

Raziel was winning: The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.

“I know this place.”

“Yet your eyes are stretched wide with wonder.” Raziel had taken him to Round Mountain, Nevada. “How well?”

“An ancient caldera, it was Abaddon’s entry point to the world.”

“One of the worse demons sent by Lucifer to rile up humans.” He watched Surge intently. “It indents instead of mounding because it’s also where Lucifer landed when cast from above.”

“Shit, I didn’t know that happened here.”

“A heap leach mine, it continues to yield gold. Abaddon aroused miner’s greed spawning so much death, Michael, using the crater, drove him back into Hell. Lucifer hates to think about it because he, jealously, disliked another monster having use of his sacred, golden entryway to the fires below.”

“Our paths have never crossed.”

“Really? Were Abaddon there, you’d have met. He’d love your ass if for no other reason than to irritate Lucifer.”

“Wow.” Corners of brown eyes crinkled. “You fuckers don’t know where he is?”

“Nor do I care. I’m not his keeper but I will make note to Gabriel that Raphael may have lost another beast. Do you enjoy the club atmosphere?”

“Never spend that much time above. I remain close to Lucifer.”

“Seeking higher consideration.” Raziel had tucked that piece of knowledge away on Beerenberg hoping to tie together enough strings to determine Surge’s reason for journeying to earth. “We’ll visit Faces in Reno. Not as great as the original in Sacramento. Now there’s a nightclub. You’ll like the smaller version.” He stroked a finger down Surge’s face. “I can’t stop touching you but that’s another issue. You must break away from Lu often enough to have some fun. Do visit Sacramento during the Rainbow Fest. It benefits many charities in the Lesbian and Gay community.”

“Like you care.”

Thwack! Surge rubbed his ass. “Cock strong fucker, that hurt.”

“Do not mistake my vileness towards those like you to mean I don’t care for God’s flock.”

“An angelic kid in a candy store. You should become a tour guide.”

“Travel breaks monotony of centuries among humans on earth.”

“Why travel? You could make any man in your immediate neighborhood reciprocate feelings.”

“The real thing is better.”

“Gay before I died, I get it.”

“Plus, trifling with men’s minds is a cheap trick God finds reprehensible. Reading minds, well, that’s fair game.”

“I’m fair game.”

“We, my lamb, are involved in the best game. Good versus evil. I believe I will triumph.”

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Surge should have guessed: You cannot drink with the Lord and with demons.

Lamb! And like hell he’ll win. Surge opened his mouth to protest but found himself, hair loose and dressed in a suit, in a crowded nightclub. Music, loud and full of bass, elevated his heartbeat. Bodies gyrated on a jam-packed dance floor. One bearded patron yanked him against his swinging body. Full cock bumped his crotch. What the fuck! He peered around for Raziel and found him holding a drink as he lounged against the bar monitoring Surge and the stranger’s interaction.

Trying to walk away, the man drew him back. No powers, not wanting to make a scene, Surge gave up and danced until music ended. Striding toward the bar, the guy followed and stopped him. Shit. He looked at Raziel who raised his hand and, mimicking a pluck, big bastard flew backward and fell flat on his ass.

By the time he reached Raziel’s side, he held out a bottle of beer with bits of ice dripping down glass. “Thirsty?”

“Really? And what’s with the suit, Raziel?” Angry over abandonment, Surge snatched the proffered ale and drank as if a man long lost in the desert. Hell was hotter than… Shit, a frosty drink worked wonders.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Shoulders shrugged. “Will teach you never to give up powers. I enjoyed watching your sensuous body on the dance floor.”

“And if I had let him take me?”

“Heaven’s, no, that was never going to happen.”

Raziel angled up and kissed him. Started slow and easy. Satan knows it was certainly not going to stay that way. Surge shoved his tongue in Raz’s mouth, this time determined to have the upper hand. Sent fingers into short, dark waves as he tugged Raziel’s head forward. Faint taste of gin’s juniper berries clung to the angel’s mouth drawing Surge deeper and deeper under his spell. A big mistake but he resolved not to fail Lucifer. He shoved his free hand beneath Raziel’s suit jacket. Finding a taut nipple, he pinched until the man moaned in his mouth. Pulling away, Surge found himself back in Raz’s bedroom.

Both men were nude.

Heat from eyes ringed with fire seared him. “Now you can fuck me.” Raziel tugged him toward the big, soft bed.

Raziel was the goddamn devil.

He had tendered no more than a cold drink to quench Surge’s thirst and he was ready to crawl back in his bed.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed the peek into the lives of an angel and a demon vying for supremacy. *Smile* Who do you think will win?

First 2 who leave a comment will receive a free copy of Angel in Heat. Happy Pride Month!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Tasty Tuesday Tips – Fried Chicken Wings

Sometimes I fry great golden brown chicken, other times it comes out the skillet naked because crust fell off. Not this time!

I know it happens because I don’t use egg, buttermilk, milk – whatever. Something aside from water is needed to hold a decent coat of flour. A pint of milk normally goes bad in my house because I don’t like it. Buttermilk – no. Eggs get boiled and that’s pretty much all. I do use them in cakes and recipes where they lose flavor to other ingredients which gets a YAY! from me. I don’t like eggs.

A friend told me try mayonnaise. I seasoned mayo with all the spices I like on chicken, slathered wings with it, and dredged them in flour. Fried as usual. Guess what? My wings weren’t naked and they tasted great!!

I served with new potatoes and green beans.

Will definitely use this method from here on out.

TIP: Coat chicken with mayonnaise – I didn’t know it was a thing!

Bon Appétit!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Written Wednesday-Coming soon

I’m excited about 2 new releases coming from Changeling Press.

First up:

Coming May 20th – Thirst: A Razor’s Edge Vampire Erotica Box set
Heaven’s vampire is back and in a box set! Hell is coming to pay Nolan a visit, and he’s about to lose control!

Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/thirst-thirst-5-b-2379
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Y98D29K

Once Nolan gave all souls moderation in everything. He was good at his job, and he called heaven home. Now he’s a vampire slayer serving the devil, keeping an eye on Omen’s, and babysitting Lucifer’s son.

#bisexual #darkdesire #darkfantasy #lgbtq #paranormal #vampire #voyeurism

Here’s a teaser:

“Now there’s an omen.” Peris appeared in front of Nolan and clapped his hands bringing everything to a grinding halt. “What in the devil’s name were you thinking about for this to happen?”

Club Omen’s was frequented by otherworldly creatures. Werewolves, gargoyles, ghosts, and demons, they all cavorted in the bar nightly. Only damn brave humans sat much longer than it took to finish their beer or cocktail and get out. Dark energy ran rampant in the club, leaving normal people with a nice dose of fear.

“Why didn’t you let him finish?” Peris owned Omen’s, and his daddy was Satan. Nolan had had enough of Peris, wolves, gargoyles, every bit of it. He snatched a cold beer out of thin air, turned the bottle up and emptied it. “Trust me, he can’t hurt anyone but me here, and unless he calls me home, there’s not a whole lot more he can do but leave a few scratches.”

“Hell’s sake, which angel up there has it out for you that badly? Sure isn’t from my side of the family.”

Nolan cocked his head. “What family do you have up there, jackass?”

“Don’t get pissy with me.” Peris swept his arms around the room, sending shit back to its proper place. “Glad no customers were here to see this angelic display of godliness.” He grunted. “Might give them the wrong idea of who’s bad and who’s good.”

Air whistled through Nolan’s lips. “Don’t you have someplace to be?” He glared at Peris. “I enjoy my own company just fine.”

“Oh, right, your own company, my ass. You’re f’ing around with someone up there, and damn if I want them tearing my club apart. If Daddy…”

That was as far as Peris got. Nolan flashed up, snatched him by the neck, lifted him a foot off the floor and squeezed just enough to make his eyes bulge. “Fuck Satan.”

The floor shifted sideways, and Nolan dropped Peris, who skidded across the floor on his ass, slamming into the bar. Using powers, Nolan lifted himself into the air. Still didn’t save him. Satan’s spiked, forked-tail slashed through a flaming gash in the floor, wrapped around Nolan’s waist, and drug him straight to hell.

Lucifer glared at him, eyes red and full of fire. “I think maybe you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”

Nolan smiled at the devil from his sprawled position. “You could be right.”

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Next up:

Coming June 10th – Clandestine, Sanguine Blood Seekers book 2 – A Razor’s Edge Vampire Erotica
AMZ: https://smarturl.it/SanguineBlood2
Changeling: https://www.changelingpress.com/clandestine-sanguine-blood-seekers-2-b-3359

Joshua’s spending more and more time at club Sub Rosa. It’s time he emerges from the shadows to take a more active role. Pursuit of an aloof nightclub owner obsessed with a need for voyeurism carries him to the edge. The stranger’s scent awakens a desire Joshua has not felt in centuries. He vows to have the man. If it means bleeding dry everyone close to either of them, so be it.

Mason Kildare, owner of Sub Rosa, frequents another night spot in search of fulfillment. A reserved disposition coupled with gray hair keeps most of the young men he finds attractive at arm’s length, but not Joshua. Joshua storms Mason’s defenses, breaking them down one by one. By the time he discovers Joshua’s bloody secret, Mason has lost more than his body — he’s given away his soul.

#actionadventure #darkdesire #darkfantasy #gay #newrelease #paranormal #razorsedgeerotica #romance #urbanfantasy #vampire #voyeurismexhibitionism

Here’s a teaser:

Two groups of patrons had already been discouraged from reaching the corner table, but from previous visits, Joshua knew the spot would soon be occupied. His quarry was later than usual, so he kept his long legs stretched across the aisle. Used to wearing button down shirts, tonight his collar strangled him. He tugged at the neck before undoing another button.

Three youthful revelers snatched attention as they noisily closed in on the table. “Excuse us, dude.” Guy didn’t even look twenty-one.

“You’re excused.”

Largest of the gathering took control. “We want that table. Move your legs. We can get by.”

“Please find another table.” Instinct told Joshua this would get messy. “You passed two.” All this effort to crawl in bed with a man for one night. Sensation sliding down his spine belied that thought. One night my ass. Normally dead calm, Joshua’s annoyance toughened his words. “Stand against the wall for all I care.”

When the one closest to the big man stepped near and bumped his legs, Joshua stood. At least two inches taller, he leaned in and quietly warned, “Touch me once more, and I’ll break every finger on both of your hands. Then how will you play with your tiny dick?”

Stepping back, one of the followers informed his friend, “I don’t mind another table.”

“I mind, and since you’re up, we’ll slip by.”

Spying the man he came to see enter and stroll to the end of the long bar, Joshua decided not to waste more time. He grasped the man’s hand and bent it at the wrist, intending to cause a sprain. “Take. Another. Table.”

“Jesus Christ! You son of a bitch!”

“I’m struggling not to break your hand.” Joshua opted for wrapping his fingers around the cretin’s thick neck. Allowing one fingernail to puncture skin, he effortlessly lifted the idiot an inch off the floor — not enough for customers to notice, but sufficient for the bastard to know he was out matched. “I asked nicely, but you had to take the Lord’s name in vain.” His friends shuffled backward. “They’re deserting you.” Letting the man’s feet touch the floor, Joshua smiled before licking blood from his finger. “Ah, it’s your lover’s birthday. Fucking him later should make keeping your balls attached a prime concern. Turn and move on.”

“Holy shit, you’re nuts!” The man’s eyes popped wide in their sockets.

“I know.” Rattle him more. “Hopefully he never discovers you’re screwing his best friend.”

“I…how… Hold on a minute.”

The waiter picked that moment to make rounds. “Can I get you anything else?” The waiter noticed the intruder and shoved a napkin into his hand. “You’re bleeding.”

“I — I’m good.” He rubbed his neck. “Sorry.”

“I’ll have a lager.” Joshua sat back in his chair. “Send a bottle of your best champagne to this young man’s table.” His boyfriend deserved a decent night out. The blood Joshua had accessed allowed him to deliver a mental prod. Go.

“Uh, thanks, man.”

“Enjoy your partner’s birthday.”

“That was severe.” Sten Majković, Joshua’s best friend, the vampire king, and a royal pain in the ass, sat across the table.

Joshua swiveled in his seat to face Sten. “Who invited you?”

He’d die for this man. Damn near had on two or three occasions. But Sten picked the worst of times to surface. More disturbing was the fact Joshua hadn’t sensed his presence. Not a single drop of his blood pulsed in alert. Joshua was one of less than a handful of vampires who had the pleasure of Sten’s lifeforce, so his manifestation without prior warning should have been impossible, and elicited concern. Scrutinizing his guest, Joshua realized Sten was fingering a coin Joshua had bequeathed him. That provided some explanation. The talisman gave his king insight into Joshua’s life that no one else experienced.

The handsome man Joshua had in his crosshairs was wearing an impeccable navy suit. He strode toward the table Joshua had taken such pains to keep available. His heralding scent and the way his lean body moved had undoubtedly helped distract Joshua, enabling Sten to gain residence at his table unnoticed.

His leader’s intense brown eyes wouldn’t miss Joshua’s interest.

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Hope you enjoyed looks into Thirst and Clandestine – both coming soon!

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele