Monthly Archives: May 2012

A Hot Piece of… Art, Chapter 7

Good Memorial Day morning! Before we get to the announcements and story, I’d like to request that you please take a moment out of your day, amid the barbeques and lawn party games, to give thanks to a veteran who paid the ultimate price for our freedom. Now for the announcements. Lee Brazil has a great contest going on his blog. Leave a comment for a chance to win a gorgeous balloon ride pendant, an … Continue reading


A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 6 (NSFW)

Good Monday morning! Can you freakin’ believe this coming weekend is Memorial Day? Already?! What kind of space time continuum have we stumbled into? Lee Brazil has a great contest going on his blog. Leave a comment for a chance to win a gorgeous balloon ride pendant, an ode to his story The Man Trap. Click on over to check it out! Em Woods‘s Only Sam is now available at ARe. Click on over and … Continue reading


Shacked Up Excerpt

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Another glance into the rearview mirror made Mark certain he was being followed.

The red Escort had been two cars behind him ever since he left Pearce’s apartment. Always two cars, never more and never less. Just like Morgan would have learned in FBI training.

Mark turned his attention to the stoplight before him. He needed to stay calm and think; that was his priority. He had known the day would come when Morgan would show up again, but Mark had thought he and Pearce might have had a little more time.

The light changed, and Mark burned rubber as he sped through the intersection. He shifted his gaze from the street in front of him to the rearview mirror, watching with satisfaction as the red Escort became mired behind a city bus and a minivan.

He took the next right, then made another right and backtracked a few blocks, turning right again. He came to a stop at a red light on the street he had just left. If his calculations were correct, he was now behind the red Escort, driven, perhaps, by Robert Morgan, the traitor FBI agent who had tried to kill them both back in Detroit. Now was his chance to find out for sure. He should be able to move up alongside the Escort and get a look at the driver.

As he waited for the light to change, Mark picked up his cell phone and dialed Pearce’s number. Now that he had seen the Escort a third time, he needed to tell Pearce.

“Hey.” Pearce’s voice, gruff as usual, was also tainted with boredom. He was stuck behind a desk—light duty, they called it—compiling database search requests sent to him from agents in the field during his recuperation from injuries sustained on the job. Despite the tension of Mark’s situation, the sound of Pearce’s voice brought to mind thoughts of the man, and Mark could see Pearce as clearly as if he were sitting in the seat next to him: short-cut brown hair, normally alert brown eyes heavy with boredom, his six-foot-four, muscular frame cramped at his desk. The image sent a shock of lust right to his crotch, as usual.

“Hey.” Mark cleared his throat, made himself focus on the issue at hand. “Um, so… Have you noticed anyone following you to work lately?”

“What do you mean?” Pearce asked, his tone sharpening immediately, FBI instincts kicking in. “You all right?”

Before Mark could answer, the driver behind him honked the horn. The light had turned green.

“Sorry!” Mark lifted a hand to the driver in apology and turned the corner, the phone still held to his ear.

“Mark?” Pearce demanded answers and assurance, just like normal. It was just another day here in Washington, DC; things were going to be okay. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m okay. I just…” Mark maneuvered his way through traffic, paying only half attention to what he was saying to Pearce.

“Goddammit, Mark,” Pearce snapped. “Stop talking while you’re driving. It’s dangerous and illegal here. Pull over and tell me what’s going on.”

Mark grunted, his gaze bouncing between cars lined up in front of him, searching for the red Escort. It was nowhere in sight, and something tightened inside his chest, threatening his ability to breathe. Before, when he had seen the Escort behind him, he’d been scared, but at least he had known where the threat lay. Now he had no idea of the car’s location, and that, it turned out, was much worse.

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A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 5

Good Monday morning! I hope all your mothers out there had a lovely, enjoyable Mother’s Day.  And all you non-mother mothers (you know who I mean!), I hope you were kind to your mothers! Did you grab hold of Story Orgy’s Havan Fellows’s first ever solo book release, Emery’s Ritches? It was released on Friday, May 11th, and it’s hot and funny and sexy and dreamy and I highly recommend you click on over to … Continue reading


A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 4 (NSFW)

Good Monday morning Story Orgy friends. Before we get to another wacky, sexy romp with Charlie and the gang, a few announcements. Story Orgy’s very own Lee Brazil has a new release available, Trapping Drake. You can find an excerpt and the purchase link on Lee’s Blog here. Click on over and check out this hot first book of his new trilogy. Releasing this Friday, May 11, Story Orgy’s very own Havan Fellows’s first book! … Continue reading