Hi everyone, welcome to another Author Spotlight feature. I have with me today the author of a new release in the ManLove collection at Siren-Bookstrand. Help me welcome Erica Reynolds.
I’m an optimist who spends her days dreaming about possible new books and the characters that will become the stories. I also love to read paranormal romance novels, but I’m a big fan of the Dresden Files novels as well as Harry Potter books. I also have an interest in psychic abilities and the possible numerous ways in which they could be used in daily life. However, when I’m not daydreaming about new characters and sexy scenes I could write, or reading a new book, I’m writing.
I’m a Northern born, Southern raised city girl with a degree in communications. I’m single with no children but writing is my first love and continues to dominate my life.
Here’s a look at her latest release out TODAY!
Hot-Blooded is a single title but the stories that follow will likely be linked together as a series called Peyton, Louisiana. This is a fictional city, and I chose to write about a fictional city because it allows me leeway to create the town based on the town I live in while adding the elements of life I think will enhance each story.
The Cactus District is the area of Peyton where GLBT life is centered. So, it will play a greater part in each story as it is developed. I plan to do a cross-over event that will include Peyton, Louisiana and Interracial Heat since the cities are only an hour apart. All of these stories will be about panther shifters locked in a battle with a lion shifter pride.
BDSM will be a strong theme in this series as I explore my own interest in the darker edges of sex a little further.
A company transfer takes successful architect Cree Bailey back home where his family still thinks he’s straight and his father expects him to pick up where he left off with his high school sweetheart. But a chance encounter with Dawg Reese forces Cree to realize he can’t continue to live in the closet.
Dawg, a successful real estate agent is an openly gay man who goes after what he wants and Cree is exactly what he wants. Dawg understands the situation Cree’s in and is willing to keep their relationship a secret.
Cree knows not only will he not make partner if his conservative boss finds out he’s gay, but he’ll lose his job. On top of that, his father will turn his back him and lose all respect for him. So, Cree breaks up with Dawg to preserve his career. However, his heart isn’t prepared to lose the one true love it’s ever known.
By the time he finished the paperwork, it was time to head to Cree’s office. On the way, Dawg reminded himself a million times that Cree was off-limits. He couldn’t pursue him, not matter how badly he wanted him. And he didn’t just want the sexy, ginger-haired man in his bed.
He wanted to get to know him because, hell—he was already captivated by him, his smile, the way he looked at Dawg, and the way he tried to resist the pull between them. He could easily fall in love with Cree in a matter of days even though he’d never fallen so quickly for anyone.
Things would be complicated since Cree was afraid his family would find out, and that would apparently lead to something disastrous. He didn’t see how Cree’s family could just turn their backs on him. Anniston appeared to love her little brother. He was willing to bet she’d be repulsed, but she’d never turn her back on him.
As he stepped into Bush’s Designs, he was ready to face the object of his desire without so much as making a pass at him. He didn’t want to destroy anyone’s life over hormones. He and Cree were grown men. They could work together without anything happening between them, he assured himself as he stared around the spacious and very empty waiting room. He glanced around, searching for a directory to tell him where to locate Cree’s office.
He turned to his left and spotted Cree in the middle of the waiting room in his black suit and crisp white shirt, looking every bit the sexy man he was. His ginger hair fell around his oval face, kissing his strong jaw. The black tie had been loosened a little, as if he’d been relieved to finally see the day wind down.
Dawson gave Cree a smile as he strode across the carpeted floor noticing an abstract watercolor on the wall that made him wonder whose idea it had been to infuse zero personality into the waiting room.
This was where Bush’s architects should have been trying to assert themselves.
“Hey, Cree. Whatcha got for me?”
Cree gave him a smile. “Let’s go to my office, and I’ll show you.” Moments later, they stepped into a small office with a window just right of the desk, situated off-center in the room that contained the same ugly, brown carpet that started at the building’s entrance. “Have a seat.” Cree motioned to a brown cushioned chair facing his desk. “Busy day?”
Dawg shrugged. “I’m a little tired,” he answered. “Been on my feet most of day. What about you?”
“I’m a little tense, but nothing a beer wouldn’t fixp,” he said with a nervous smile.
“Massage works better,” Dawg said with a slow smile.
Cree shook his head giving him a grin. “I’m not touching that. I see all kinds of mixed meanings.”
Dawg laughed and Cree held his tablet out to him. “These are in keeping with the current style of your apartments,” Cree told him as he sat back in his chair.
Dawg looked at the designs. “The designs are fantastic. I like the second one best.”
“Once you buy the land, I’ll be able to tell you how many three-bed, two-and-a-half-bath units the space will support.”
“It’ll be a couple of days,” he said.
“Okay, well, let me know. I’ll give you my direct line.”
Dawg nodded slowly as he studied him. “How many accounts are you working on?”
“One,” he said.
Dawg got up and held the tablet out to him.
Cree looked up at him as he took it. “Once I get things going with your account, Bush has a few others coming up that he wants me to work on. He’s bidding for some city contracts, and he thinks I’d be a great fit if he gets the bid.”
“That would be good exposure for you and more business for him,” Dawson said and moved to the window to push the bamboo shade aside and peek out into the parking lot that was just about empty, as the daylight began to grudgingly give way to the pink-and-purple-streaked sky of dusk.
Cree turned in his chair at the same moment that Dawg turned back to him. “You want my card, or you want to program my number into your phone?”
Dawg released the shade, giving it permission to fall neatly back into place as he leaned against the wall next to it. He removed his phone and Cree rattled off his office number. “I know we both agreed this can’t happen because I’m a complication you don’t need. But I can’t stop thinking about you.” He looked up from his phone and snared Cree’s jade gaze.
“Yeah, I know,” Dawg broke in with a grimace as he held up his hand. “I don’t want to jeopardize a good professional relationship or ruin things for you with your family.” He pushed his phone into its holster at his belt loop. “I gotta get out of here. I’ll give you a call when we’re ready for you.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Cree said just as Dawg started for the door.
He stopped in the room, quiet with surprised silence.
Dawg slowly turned to face him with curious eyes. His breath was stalled as he hoped…”What about me?” he finally asked, pushing his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
He pushed his chair back and got to his feet. “I don’t want to want you like this—it’s like I’m on fire for you and the more I try to deny it, the hotter the flames get.”
Cree waited for him to grab what he wanted before returning. Then he felt the strong, warm hand smoothing over his ass again. He closed his eyes. He needed this. Nothing would take the edge off like the hard smack of a paddle.
“Why didn’t you return any of my calls?”
“I was busy.” He blinked when a firm hand landed on his ass soundly. He didn’t really want to talk about the last few days. He’d been a jerk. He knew he should have called, but that was moot in light of the choice he had to make.
“No, you weren’t,” Dawg murmured, then pushed his fingers into his hair and tugged his head back. Cree felt the press of Dawg’s cock against his ass and salivated in anticipation of feeling it press inside him. “You were avoiding me like a coward.”
Cree gasped as Dawg’s hand fell heavier on his ass.
A harder tap landed and Cree hissed. “You know why I sent you the paddle, Cree?”
“Why?” he asked tightly as Dawg straightened.
“To tell you that you were going to get your ass paddled when I did see you.”
The paddle landed lightly on his butt cheek, and then heavy. Cree groaned. The pain of the next blow was like a loving caress even as it burned over the muscle running deep into the tissues. The next blow was a little harder. “Fuck, yes.”
“Why would you make me suffer knowing I wanted to be with you?” Dawg struck him across the backs of his thighs.
Cree groaned. “I didn’t think.”
“No, you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.” Dawg let the paddle fall onto his ass and Cree groaned.
He loved that bite. It hurt so bad, but it made him feel like he was flying.
“You belong in my arms, Cree, at my side, not hiding in fear of Daddy finding out like a little schoolboy.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Cree cried out as the paddle fell on his ass in a symphonic staccato. “Oh shit!”
“You’re loving this too much, little boy.” Dawg brought the paddle down again in a final thump and then pulled Cree up straight. He jerked Cree around to face him and slapped his cock with an open hand.
Cree winced and his eyes widened when Dawg reached between his legs and curled his fingers tight around the erect member. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as Dawg squeezed his dick before sliding his hand down to his balls. “I can’t!”
“Sure you can.” Dawg purred and gave Cree’s balls a slap before giving his cock another tap. “You can take as much as you need to take, can’t you?” He gave Cree’s cock a tug.
The cock and ball assault was a foreign kiss of pleasure that sent rapture down his spine. This had been a better idea than cutting. The pain from cutting only lasted a second and the feeling of control only lasted so long. With this, he was flying. He didn’t get that high from cutting.
Cree whimpered and his cock pulsed in Dawg’s hand. He could feel the sticky pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I need…” His words trailed off as another thwack to his balls vibrated through him. His eyes slid closed. He’d never done this before, but he loved it. It had him burning out of control.
“Is this what you need?” Dawg pushed a fingertip inside him and Cree hissed as the slick finger pressed into the tightness of his ass.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Your cock up my ass.” He gasped from the sting of the slap to his balls.
“This?” Dawg cupped his erection with his other hand.
Cree nodded frantically. “Uh-huh!”
“More than this?” He drew his finger out and pushed it back hard.
“Fuck! Fuck me, baby, please,” he begged. “I’m ready for you.”
“Ready, or ravenous?” Dawg asked softly as he drew his finger out and pressed it deeper to tease Cree’s prostate. He chuckled as Cree humped the air.
“God, I need you in me.”
“That’s all you had to say.”
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