Writing and the Day Job

Ah, the day job. Necessary for most authors because let’s face it: you rarely get six-figure advances for publishing books nowadays. You’re lucky if you even get an advance, period! So, a day job becomes something of a necessity unless you’re lucky and you have a partner who makes enough income. And let’s be honest, in this day and age, single incomes barely pays much (I know because I’m single income lol).

So this means what? It means less writing time. You work six to eight hours per day, get home, and you’re so mentally exhausted that the idea of even opening your word document is draining. You stare at the page – maybe there’s a few words written – but your eyelids droop and you close it, giving up before you ever really started. It’s hard. And the worst part? While you’re working, you get all these ideas – all the words are flowing through your mind, you can even see the scene you plan to write as soon as you get off work. But when it’s time, there’s just no energy left.

When I first started my job, working 40 hours per week, I worked, ate, and slept. That’s it. No more writing because despite finishing at 4:00pm every day, I’d get home, eat, and pretty much go to bed right away. I was constantly exhausted. Not just tired, but pushed past my rope like all the life was drained out of me. I started feeling depressed, unable to write. My first book had just been published, and I felt my author career vanish before it even started. What if I could never write another book again because I was tired all the time?

Eventually, my job turned so stressful that I took a reduction in hours. Like my doctor said, financial stability is nice, but if you’re too stressed out and depressed to enjoy it, what’s the point? So I started working 30 hours a week instead. Less money every month, but still doable. But I was still coming home so mentally drained. Finishing at 2:00pm helped, but it was more the reduction of not being ‘on’ as long, more than anything else. I couldn’t seem to see a light at the end of this horrible job. I continued applying to other positions, hoping to change to something where I’d be less monitored on time constantly, but nothing changed.

Until it did.

But not really. I just changed certain things. I learned to work around my exhaustion. Every morning, I carpool, and so, I got to work usually 45 minutes (if not a full hour) before my shift actually started. Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m tired when I get to work at 7:00am, waiting for my 8:00am shift to start, but I’m not exhausted. There’s a big difference. I’m tired because I don’t sleep well, but I’m not yet mentally exhausted. So I pushed myself and decided every morning, I’d write one paragraph in my manuscript. Nothing too big. Just one paragraph, however long it needed to be. But once I’d write a paragraph, it would turn into a full page. And then I’d slowly start waking up, and I was able to write more and more. I have three 15-minute breaks throughout the day, and I use those to write as well.

Now, I write a minimum of one chapter every day, Monday to Friday (and more during the weekend). Sometimes they’re shorter chapters (around 1,000 words), but lately, if I use my breaks well, I can get two or three chapters done, and all together, it’s around 3,000 to 5,000 words before my day job ends.

It’s not an easy task to write and work a day-job, but it is possible. Keep hope, and I’m sure you’ll find your own way to integrate writing into your busy life! 🙂

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HAWK by @AuthorLynnBurke

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Hawk
Fallen Gliders #2
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Artwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Projected Release Date: July 26, 2018

ASIN: B07FW6FVYQ
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, May/December

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

As a member of the Fallen Gliders, bad boy biker Hawk Richards tends to use his fists first and has fucked his way through the club whores. Life has been a never ending supply of bikes, women, and beer. When his brother hands in his colors, Hawk is sworn in as the new Sergeant at Arms and struggles to find meaning in the club and his existence. Until her.

Janie is curvy as fuck and the sweetest thing Hawk has ever seen. The young woman with the joy of life in her eyes is everything he’s been missing, everything he’s ever wanted. When the little butterfly falls into his arms, he wonders if someone might finally look beyond his ink and reputation to see the man hiding underneath.

Janie’s life has always been a roller coaster, and even though she’s flying high with Hawk, she knows a crash is inevitable. The last thing she wants is for him to be burdened with picking up the pieces. But how can she resist him? His touch makes her burn, and every minute in his bed intensifies her craving for more.

Can Hawk convince Janie he wants her for the long haul, or will the secret she keeps tear him from her side forever?

 

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We’d been in Sturgis for almost a week, and I hadn’t fucked a single woman. My outlook on life sucked the previous couple of months, to the point the thought of having my cock shoved down a willing throat or burying myself balls-deep in some random cunt didn’t even twitch my dick. I felt like a wind-blown leaf with no sense of purpose, no desire for sex or companionship. I’d taken to drinking harder stuff than my usual beer but knew the slump I floundered in wouldn’t end well unless I decided to pick my ass up and figure out my life.

Perhaps today’s the day, I told myself, picking up the shot of whiskey our waitress sat in front of me.

A flash of red-brown hair drew my gaze to the far left before I could pop out the toothpick and down my drink. A little butterfly with gray-green eyes flashing along with her wide smile. Dimple, full lips, high cheekbones—a fucking model in a tight tank and Daisy Dukes.

My cock thickened inside my leather pants, and my head turned as she slowly passed by the picture window, her face animated and lips moving as she chatted with her friends, the joyful gleam in her eyes snaring me tight. She radiated life, an exuberant, light step while I wallowed in my shit life.

Jealousy and yearning for what she experienced clenched my chest, and I found myself rubbing a hand over tattooed pecs I spent hours sculpting on a daily basis.

The little butterfly passed beyond the window, and I sat back, not realizing I’d leaned forward to keep her in sight.

“Finally see something worth fucking?” Jonny asked with an elbow to my ribs.

“Fuck, yeah. Reddish hair—not the dyed kind—and tits out to here,” I said around my toothpick, holding my hand out a few inches away from my chest. “Young and full of life.”

One of Jonny’s eyebrows rose. “What the fuck you sitting here for?”

I hesitated to glance around the group of men—fellow Fallen Gliders from across the States, discussing the lighter aspect of business. A large meeting had taken place the night before, the heads of the chapters sitting down to discuss the future of our club. Just more depressing shit to pile on life.

“Go on,” Jonny encouraged, elbowing me again.

I hopped off my stool and pushed my way through the crowd for the front door. At six-foot-five, I had no trouble seeing over most of the heads bobbing to my right as I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The roar of mufflers and cranking music from Christ knew where filled my ears as I breathed in the scents of exhaust, sweat, and cheap perfume in the night air. I took a half-dozen steps to the right, scanning the crowd of people on the sidewalk in front of me before pulling up short. No fucking way I was going to find her unless I acted like an asshole and shoved people out of my way while hurrying the way she’d gone.

Curses flew from my lips while I turned back toward the bar. A voice in my head sang a country hit, reminding me that if we were meant to be, it’d be.

“No fucking luck?” Jonny asked as I slumped back onto the stool.

My scowl sufficed for an answer.

Tipping back my head for the whiskey burn didn’t help my shit mood. Neither did the bloody burger and pile of fries fifteen minutes later. Thoughts of the little butterfly warred with depression in my mind, and I called it an early night, leaving my brothers behind. The quietness of the hotel didn’t offer anything but a hot shower where I could blow the load that had been building in my balls for weeks.

At least I had a semi-purpose … find the vivacious little butterfly and steal some of her joy in life for myself.

© Lynn Burke 2018

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ABOUT LYNN BURKE

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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A Love Story through Facebook messenger: Creep

I try to give people the benefit of the doubt when they reach out on Facebook messenger. Some turned out to be fans of my book, and since I always love connecting with readers, I don’t automatically deny the request. But this is exactly why I always have my doubts about accepting any kind of request.

This story starts with Brian P Coleman who sent me a wave on messenger. I waved back, a bit weary of whether this was some sort of ‘I saw your picture and thought you were so beautiful’ crap. I usually let them know at that point that they haven’t seen the rest of my body, but it depends on the situation lol

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After this, there was a bit of silence, and I thought that was the end of it. It seemed pretty clear cut on my end. But I guess I wasn’t obvious enough in my rejection. So when he continued texting me, I decided to fuck with him a bit. He was fucking with me, so I figured why not have a fun fuckfest!

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I started small. Just calling him out on one particular point.

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But he guessed wrong! *Le Gasp!* I just turned 30, so obviously, I had to get insulted because that’s what needs to happen, right?

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You know what they say about guys who say they’re nice/good… Yeah, exactly lol

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I had to bring out the tears at this point. I mean, he just didn’t understand at what point it hurt me, as a lady, for him to keep asking my age. Like he didn’t care about me, just the number of years I’ve lived. How dare he?!

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He worried me so much, asking me to reply right away, I actually had to use Tobey Maguire’s spiderman cry reaction gif. Now that’s serious right there!

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And here I was, all worried for nothing! How dare this man send me into a tizzy! I’m a fragile woman, after all!

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My attitude was returning at this point. He deserved my sass because ain’t nobody got time for liars! I just couldn’t believe the nerve!

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I was torn between crying and throwing my work computer out the window now. He was still treating me like my age was the most important thing to him. Like I didn’t matter as a woman with needs.

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So I brought out the big guns: the nag. Most powerful weapons women have are our vaginas and our nagging, so considering I was at work, and taking a photo of my vajayjay was a no-go, I went with the nag! And it seemed to have finally worked!

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Now it was time to find out information about him that I really, really was dying to know. What were his insides like? The color of his stomach, the smell of his liver. But I had to start slow, so I asked a simple question about his insides, and yet, he still couldn’t even answer that. It was like texting with a bot!

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Calling me baby got me all hot, so I continued on. But suddenly, he wasn’t answering me anymore. I just couldn’t understand why. I had to jump to the first possible conclusion: he decided I was not beautiful enough for him. This almost caused me to slam my face into my desk, but I waited… patiently.

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It hurt so much, being ignored like this. And for this reason? How dare he?!

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So I made sure to bring out both Tobey and Jack Black to back me up. No way would I get wooed by a misogynist twice my age! I just wouldn’t have it!

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After this, I had to accept that my reaction was a bit harsh. I mean, the man does dangerous work and needs to focus! I can’t be his only priority – it wouldn’t be fair!

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And so, moving on, I had a big problem with this new relationship. He promised love and devotion, but how would we make it work living two countries apart? I asked if he’d become a Canadian citizen, but wanted to be realistic about the time and money it took to get to that. But then he said I could come to the U.S. now…

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It’s not that I hate the U.S., it’s just that I hate it right now because of Trump. Before that, I was just indifferent to it. I have many American friends that are dear to me, but the country itself? No thank you. I like my free healthcare and I’m against the second amendment, so I just can’t see myself moving there.

 
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After that, he stopped answering. I think this may already be the end to our relationship, but I’ll ask all of you: do you think our love can last?

MY LIFE TO TAKE

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I am so excited to announce I signed a contract for my second published book with Evernight Publishing! This is the sequel to my first book, MY SOUL TO GIVE, and follows the story where the first one left off.

I’ll post more details as I have them – I’m really looking forward to seeing what the cover art is going to look like since Jay Aheer creates such beautiful artworks!

This one is a bit shorter, and is a paranormal romance! Can’t wait to share it with everyone! 🙂

Wrapped Up in Stripes by @SM_fiction

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Wrapped Up in Stripes

by Sarah Marsh

Book One, Blue Valley Shifters Series

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer

Blurb:

As the daughter of the Alpha of the Blue Valley lion pride, Heidi should have the pick of the litter when it comes to dating, but her brothers think differently. Surprised with a trip on a very exclusive cruise, she’s excited to explore her fantasies. Bondage? Submission? Ménage? …yes, please! If this is her chance to experience everything she’s ever fantasized about, then Heidi is going to go for broke.

Who has time for pleasure? There’s far too much work to do. Wild Desires cruise line is having issues, and Mason and Wade plan to get to the bottom of it. They didn’t anticipate finding a lioness that has his tiger utterly fascinated. Neither of them seems to be able to resist the temptation sweet little Heidi presents.

Why fight fate when it presents them with such a tasty treat? —good thing they’ve always preferred to share.

 

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Excerpt:

“Wade!” she laughed as he bumped into the couch because he was too busy nibbling at her neck, “you’d better not drop me.”
“Ah, baby,” he gently placed her down on her feet once again, this time in front of a very large bed, “you know I’d gladly kiss any bumps or bruises better.”
“In fact,” Mason’s low, sexy baritone sent shivers down her spine. He had turned on a few small lamps, giving the room a low glow before he approached her. “Maybe we’d better check you over anyway, just to make certain you’re all right?”
Heidi’s heart was pounding now, her entire body aching for their touch. She stepped out of her shoes, kicking them to the side. The thin panties she’d worn tonight were already soaked through with desire, and glancing down at the dress pants both men wore didn’t help that situation at all. She could see the impressive outline of their hard flesh along their legs, and she longed to feel that firmness inside her.
“Hmm, yes, maybe you should check for yourself, then?” She smiled and turned around slowly, presenting them with her back and the strings that would untie her dress. Heidi had been fantasizing all through dinner whenever their fingers had played with that bow.
Wade groaned as he stepped closer and traced the criss-cross pattern of the strings along her back until he finally rested his hand at the top of her ass, the heat of it making her bite her lip to stifle her own reaction to his touch.
“Baby, since I first saw the back of this dress all I could think about was pulling on this little red bow,” he whispered, placing soft kisses on her bare shoulders.
“Every time one of you touched my back tonight, I imagined what it would be like if you had pulled on those strings right there at the table.” She closed her eyes and shared the forbidden place her fantasy had taken her.
“Oh? And then what would have happened?” Mason urged her on as his fingers ran a light path along her collarbone and then followed the edge of the neckline down, taking her breath away.
Just then, she felt the small tug at her dress that could only mean that Wade’s fingers were pulling on that bow, and when the pressure finally gave way, she could feel the strings along her neck move just a fraction.
“The dress would have slowly lowered,” she kept her eyes closed, imagining they were still in a restaurant full of people, “until it had pooled at my waist, revealing my bare breasts for you.”
Heidi felt the silky material of the dress move along her skin until it stopped at her waist, the cool air in the room causing her nipples to pebble. She still didn’t open her eyes as she heard the low purrs coming from her mates as she was bared to them.
“And then?” Wade’s voice was barely recognizable, thick with desire.
Heidi was almost panting at this point. She had never been this excited or turned on before, it was almost painful how much she wanted them, how her body longed to be joined to theirs. She supposed Mother Nature really didn’t pull any punches when it came to mating—it was glorious in its ferocity.
“Then you would put your mouth on me,” she whispered back, only seconds before she felt the tip of a warm tongue run a circle around her turgid nipple.
She slowly opened her eyes to see the inky darkness of Mason’s black hair in front of her as he finally closed his lips fully over her breast, his tongue playing with the sensitive flesh, making her moan out his name.
“We like that little fantasy of yours a great deal, baby, but I think we’re at our limit for restraint tonight,” Wade growled out the words and then released the strings holding up the rest of her dress, letting the silky red material float to the floor, leaving her in only her panties.
Mason drew hard on her breast before he let it go and moved his hands up to trace over the wet skin his mouth had left behind. “And we will be revisiting that fantasy, make no mistake, love. But look at you—I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Both men took a small step back, simply admiring her in a way no one ever had before. The heat in their eyes made her feel more beautiful than she had ever felt under a man’s gaze. It felt so natural to be with them like this, and her own beast preened inside of her. Heidi slowly brought her hands to the waist of her panties and ran a teasing finger along the inside of the lace.
“I think you both have way too many clothes on,” her eyes moved to where Wade was absently stroking his fingers along his covered cock as he watched her, “so I’m just going to take a time-out while you remedy that.”
Heidi first peeled down her panties, letting them drop to the floor beside her dress, and the tortured groans from both men as she slowly crawled onto the bed and up toward the headboard was exactly the reward she’d been hoping for.
Then she settled herself with her back resting against the headboard, looking forward to seeing her mates for the first time in all their naked glory. They certainly didn’t disappoint—both had intense expressions on their faces as they rid themselves of their ties and button-down shirts. Both strong bodies were darkly tanned and thickly muscled, although Wade’s physique was slightly bulkier than Mason’s refined lines. Their shoes and socks went second as their hands moved to their belts and Heidi suddenly had the urge to giggle as she felt like a kid on Christmas morning about to receive the best presents ever. When their zippers went down and revealed that both men were bare under those expensive slacks, it was her turn to groan, the lioness inside her wanting to taste her mates. She could see the thick roots of their cocks, and when they finally dropped those pants to the floor, her instincts found her crawling back towards them.
“That look on your face, love,” Mason’s voice was low and intense. “If you keep looking at us like you want to eat us up, I may end up embarrassing myself here.”
She watched his hand move down to stroke his thick cock, which was standing at attention. A small bead of moisture collected at the swollen head, and he groaned when she licked her lips, wondering what his flavor would be like. The drive to attack them both until they’d spent themselves inside her was overwhelming in its intensity. She needed them now, and there was simply no time for slow loving—her beast would not be swayed.
“I need to taste you both.”

 

 

Author Bio:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

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Enchanted by Him by @JaceyHolbrand

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Hey folks! Jacey Holbrand here. I’m happy to announce I have another story in my Helldorado Mongrels MC series out now: Enchanted by Him!

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The timeline of Enchanted by Him overlaps the one set in the second book Seduced by Him. (The stories in the series can be read as standalones, but as with most series, it’s best if they’re read in order). In Enchanted by Him, we’re reintroduced to the character Sloth—the man Tex, from Seduced by Him, is forced to ride up to Las Vegas with.

We follow Sloth and learn why he splits off from Tex, we learn Sloth’s secret, and of course, we go on a journey with Sloth as he discovers his mate and falls in love. We also see what finally happens to Inferno, the leader of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.

Come be enchanted!

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Helldorado Mongrels MC member, Sloth, is a man with secrets. He’d joined the club with a specific goal in mind, and when three visitors arrive, he fears one of them will turn his world upside down. Especially since that newcomer is a witch and his mate.

Shaman, the medic from the Skinwalkers MC, was hired to find the woman after the Mongrels’s gold and has secrets himself. When he meets Sloth, the man he knows is destined for him, Shaman begins to reconsider his evil, witchy ways, and his internal conflict irritates him.

Despite the constant clashing of their differences, passion ignites between the two men. But will their secrets cause betrayal and hurt? Destroying their relationship before it even has a chance to fully develop? Or will love ultimately triumph?

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As he sputtered and his eyes watered, he spun away from the invisible partition and ran into the tall medic. The cowboy hat was gone, showing that the man sported long, jet black hair, drawn back into a ponytail. Memories of what his imagination had conjured up earlier flooded his mind and sent his cock twitching again. He had to fight an irresistible urge to drop to his knees before the man, unzip his black jeans, and take his shaft into his mouth.

Shaman chuckled, and once Sloth’s gaze connected with the medic’s gray-eyed gaze, Shaman lifted the corner of his mouth in a mischievous grin.

Sloth sucked in a stream of air as the man’s compelling and magnetic gaze held tight to his. Under the intense stare, Sloth’s body crackled and his joints hissed. The tingly sensations and odd sounds made him realize Shaman was stripping away all his cloaking spells. He tried to combat the psychic assault. His own powers weakened as Shaman continued to stare at him. All he had left was the mind block he’d put in place, and even that felt tenuous.

He attempted to step back and found he couldn’t move. Shaman had “frozen” him into place. Sloth thanked the Great Spirit he hadn’t actually been turned into an ice pop. He hated wintery cold temperatures. On top of it all, without the magic that’d been surrounding him for so long, he felt completely bare and exposed.

Again, Shaman offered a short laugh, this time snapping his fingers as well.

Sloth’s clothes disappeared. Not a stitch of fabric remained on him. To his dismay, he truly was naked. And traitor that it was, his hard cock stood at attention.

Who needs mind reading when my erection gives my thoughts away?

The medic strolled around him, seeming to appraise him like a stud at market. The man swept his fingers and hand over Sloth’s arm, buttocks, and the dip created by his spine at the top of his ass crack, making approving murmurs as he did so. Shaman came to stand in front of him and stroked his hand down Sloth’s chest to his cock.

He didn’t know how it was possible he could be rendered into a state of statue-like material, but still be able to perceive each brush of Shaman’s fingers and palm, the nuances of the man’s gentle touches and lingering caresses. Sloth would have sighed and swooned had he been able to.

“You know, perhaps I won’t kill you and consume your powers.” The medic looked up from Sloth’s cock and stared at his face. He raised a brow. “I see the shock in your eyes. Your gaze gives away everything you’re thinking.” His tone dripped of disapproval. “I’m a true skinwalker. Do you think being a mate matters to one of my kind? We crave power. Always need more. Doesn’t matter who, what, where, when, or how we get it as long as we amass as much as possible.”

Dread filled Sloth. His mate had considered killing him? Murdering him for skills he could barely use anymore himself? He wished he could close his eyes, block out the sight of Shaman, and be able to focus on clearing his head.

So much for the fairy tale euphoria of meeting one’s true love, feeling that instant connection, knowing there’s no one else who would love him unconditionally, and having the insatiable need to be with that someone.

Instead, he had confusion, despair, and panic about being tied to someone who might kill him in his sleep. Yet, he still couldn’t help being super attracted to the witch and wanting to fuck him—hard and fast or slow and easy. Didn’t matter to him how. As long as they got inside each other. And the fact that he craved to be physical with the skinwalker scared him even more.

“But then,” Shaman continued, “the pull I feel toward you is inexplicable. The thought of you no longer walking the earth pains me in a way I’ve never felt before and worsens with the idea of my hand taking you from your mortal coil. No. I won’t kill you. I won’t consume your power. But I will demand having all of you—body, heart, and soul. The two of us will be greater together as a bonded couple rather than just me having all the fun causing havoc everywhere.” Shaman clucked Sloth under the chin.

“I smell your attraction to me,” the medic stated, sneaking a glance at Sloth’s penis. “I see it, too. Yet, I also smell your fear. We can’t have that. Amorcito, you need to trust me … love me. I’m more than happy to give you some time to wrap your head around all of this. Not a lot of time, mind you, but whatever decision you come to, know this, you will be mine.”

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