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Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
You can find her at morticiaknight.com.
The Fear of Surrender
Blurb for Justice Prevails:
This is book three in the Sin City Uniforms series, see the full series listing here
Never judge a sexy man by his cover.
Detective Beau Williams is hardworking, dedicated and professional. He enjoys the finer things in life, but with his heavy caseload that includes what Beau suspects is a new serial killer, he has no time to enjoy much of anything. What the tall redhead needs is someone to shake him up a little.
Investigative Technician Austin Kent never met a snarky joke he didn’t like—or a set of stairs that couldn’t trip him up. One night after a devastating episode at work, Austin sees something else he likes—the handsome detective he’s seen around the station whom he’s always wondered about. But after he makes a drunken fool of himself in front of Detective Williams, he’s sure there’s no hope.
Beau and Austin’s worlds collide when Austin is sent to pick up some evidence at the station. Amidst a myriad of twists and turns in the troubling serial killer-style murders of Vegas conventioneers, Austin and Beau discover that there’s more to the other than they’d originally thought. There might even be more they’d like to give—unless the killer has the final say.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
Justice Prevails Free Excerpt:
“You next.” Austin gasped it out.
“I gotta see you first.”
Beau stepped away to turn on one of the bedside lamps then rushed back to Austin. They both worked on removing Beau’s clothing. Once Beau was down to his underwear, Austin couldn’t stop a moan from escaping at the sight of Beau’s impressive erection straining the fabric confining it. He dropped to his knees, grabbed Beau to him then mouthed his hard, heated cock through the cotton briefs. The smell of Beau’s arousal was strong—it combined with the sweat of the day and Austin leaked, his underwear soaking with his need.
Beau thrust gently, sighs falling from his lips. He carded his fingers through Austin’s hair, the touch both intimate and comforting at the same time. But Austin had to taste. He peeled off the briefs, Beau’s dick springing free and lightly smacking Austin’s cheek. It left a trace of Beau’s pre-cum there and Austin didn’t want to waste it. He swiped a finger across his skin then sucked it into his mouth. There was a bitter tang mixed with the salt of Austin’s own sweat.
Beau fisted one of his hands in Austin’s hair stronger but his words came out soft. “You like that, don’t you? Like to taste. Gonna fuck your mouth, you dirty boy.”
Holy mother of God.
Austin wrapped his lips around Beau’s cockhead, his flavor exploding on Austin’s tongue. He leisurely sampled him, memorizing everything he could about Beau’s rigid flesh in case he never had it in his mouth again. He sucked the full tip then dipped into the wide valley to tease Beau’s glans. He swirled his tongue a few times then opened up more, Beau’s soft steel filling the cavern of his mouth, swelling even more. Beau had picked up a slow rhythm, still holding onto his hair with one hand, caressing his cheek with the other.
“That’s it, very nice.” Beau thrust harder. “You want more?” His voice was throaty and thick.
Austin lifted his gaze and they locked eyes. He nodded as best he could with his lips encased around Beau’s thick cock. He opened as wide as he could, reaching up to grab the base of Beau’s shaft. Beau batted his hand away.
“No. Just your mouth. Let’s see how much you can take.”
Blurb for The Fear of Surrender:
This is book three in the The Hampton Road Club series, see the full series listing here
Master Thomas sees a submissive man aching for surrender. But can Linus be convinced not to fear The Hampton Road Club?
Linus never wants to return to Hampton Road after being attacked by a Master there. Even though he aches for the attention of Master Thomas—the one who he’d originally wanted—he isn’t sure he can ever trust another Master not to abuse him again.
Thomas is furious with himself for not protecting the beautiful young submissive whose company he’d enjoyed on a few occasions. He’s relieved that there have been some recent changes to help protect the men who offer themselves at the sadomasochism club. It’s about time to bring Hampton Road into the progressive age of the 1920s. Now that the new rules are in place, perhaps he can woo Linus into giving him a chance.
As Thomas goes out of his way to be kind to him, Linus wonders if he’s misjudged the Master. He’s still not sure if there’s a future for them. What if he never wants to surrender to another man? When he allows Thomas to teach him the joys of Dominance and submission, Linus discovers that he not only wants to surrender, he wants to be claimed permanently. If only Thomas’ old life doesn’t come back to haunt them and destroy their chance of being together forever.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of figging and piercing.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
The Fear of Surrender Free Excerpt:
The invasion of his backside came to a stop and the emptiness was all-consuming. It couldn’t be over. Something cold and hard prodded his hole. It didn’t yield, so he was sure it wasn’t Thomas. He clamped his muscles around the object as it was pushed into him, widening his opening until it burned.
“Don’t resist boy. Breathe through it.”
“What…what is it?”
“No. No, Sir. I trust you.”
Thomas placed a kiss on the bottom of his spine and he relaxed. What felt like a large smooth stone slid in, expanding his hole and filling his ass more than he’d thought possible. There was no pain, but the stretch to his rim stung a bit. The sensation of more oil on his heated skin soothed it somewhat. The thing inside him was heavy and seemed enormous to him. Thomas didn’t move it—he only held it all the way inside him.
“Talk to me, boy. How are you doing?”
He wanted to say it right, but it was all so strange. Never could he have imagined that men did such things with one another or that he would not only allow, but want a man to do it to him. Not really any man, but Thomas. Everything was different with Thomas.
“No! Don’t take it out!”
He gasped, his face heating at the vehemence of his words. How could he have blurted out such a thing? Thomas would think… Well, he just didn’t know what he might think.
Thomas bit his shoulder. Enough that he understood the desire, but not enough to take him away from how glorious it was to have his ass so magnificently stuffed.
“My, my. Such a wanton boy. I see I’ll have to get something made for you to carry inside your body. How you love to be filled.”
Thomas kept the object inserted inside him as he leaned over his back then nibbled at his lobe.
“Turn to me.”
Linus twisted his head. Thomas took his mouth in a hungry kiss, swiping at his tongue, his teeth, sucking and nibbling his lips. As he took his fill of Linus’ mouth, he slowly moved the stone object in and out of his passage. Its hardness pressed insistently against the electrical spot inside him and he was lost between the penetration at both ends of his body.
The pleasure built, a surge of desire coursing through him with nowhere to go. He moaned in need, begging to be released from the agony of denial. In a lazy manner, Thomas continued to thrust the phallus inside his channel, the drag on his insides adding to the thrill of the act. The kisses remained deep and insistent. His lover flicked the tip of his shaft and he whimpered into Thomas’ mouth. When Thomas lightly brushed it, the intensity of the sensation after so much build-up brought water to his eyes. There was a tug on the ties wrapped so snugly around his dick and sac. In one fluid movement, they fell away and Thomas broke the kiss to whisper to him.
Blurb for Biking Bad:
When Dylan, a young wannabe investigator, stumbles into the Mojave Sidewinder’s MC bar, he finds all kinds of trouble—especially in biker Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas.
The Mojave Sidewinders is the largest gay MC club in Southern California. They’re also one-percenters, which makes them alluring to those looking for trouble and a danger to those making it. Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas has been a brother ever since the club’s prez took him in as a runaway. At thirty-four years of age, he’s content to ride his hog, chase tail and run his tattoo and piercing parlor, Zero to Sixty.
Dylan has had to take care of himself since his aunt died when he was still a teen. Even though he’s barely twenty-two years old, the small spitfire has made his way in the world as best as he can and has even started his own would-be investigative agency. He’s proud of himself, even if his agency is on the edge of town in a ramshackle building.
Working his first big case involving a missing young man, Dylan barges into Road Rage, the Mojave Sidewinder’s exclusive bar, and starts asking questions. When it looks as though he’s about to get beaten up, a large, muscled biker covered in ink comes to his aid. Dylan’s incredibly attracted to him—even if Zero is pretty scary and Dylan’s still a virgin. But is there something Zero knows about the missing man that he’s hiding? And is Dylan in more danger than he realizes?
Publisher’s Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Hard Riders anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
Biking Bad Free Excerpt:
Digging into the pocket of his denim pants, Zero retrieved a condom and a small tube of slick. He noted the nervousness dance across Dylan’s face. He’d bury himself in Dylan, but he’d make sure it felt good for his cutie. He held up the items and locked eyes with Dylan.
Dylan nodded with a jerky movement, one hand crossing his body as he grasped his opposite arm. “I trust you.”
His breath was stolen. A scrawny kid had cracked open his chest and laid his heart bare with simple honesty. He swallowed as a lump formed in his throat.
“I’m gonna take good care of you.” He opened the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers before slicking up his cock. “Come here. Straddle me again but stay up on your knees.”
Dylan climbed on the sofa, doing as Zero had said. Zero reached behind Dylan and massaged his opening. There was a delicious moan as Dylan closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Zero held onto Dylan’s hip with one hand so he could use the other to torment his hole.
“That’s it, cutie. It’s all about you feeling good.”
Zero watched in fascination at the variety of ecstatic expressions as they crossed Dylan’s face—his mouth parting, breath accelerating, brow creasing. His own dick strained, the tip leaking in anticipation of Dylan’s heat. He popped one digit into Dylan’s channel, and to his satisfaction, Dylan writhed on it—his body begging for more.
Zero groaned. “Mmm. Nice.”
He sunk another finger into Dylan, stroking his passage as he sought out his gland. As soon as he skated over it, Dylan cried out. Dylan’s movements became more frantic, a string of pre-cum trailing down from the head of his rose-tinged shaft. Zero released his hold on Dylan’s hip as he continued to finger-fuck him, stretching his fingers apart as he did. He plucked the condom from the cushion next to him then tore it open with his teeth. After removing his fingers from a whimpering Dylan, he wiped his hand on his jeans then rolled the glove over his hard straining length, anxious to fill his lover to the hilt.
“Come on, cutie. Ride me good.”