Thank
you very much for hosting me here today. My name is Elizabeth Black, and I'd
like to introduce you to my GLBT paranormal shifter romance, Full Moon Fever.
Enjoy!
FULL MOON FEVER – BUY LINKS
BLURB:
William
Shakespeare said All the world’s a stage, but he hadn’t counted on
shifters under a theater’s hot lights. Lovers Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome
live for the stage. Although they have enjoyed the wanderlust of traveling
theater for many years, each has grown tired of the road and wants to settle
down. They also have a secret. As shifters and no part of any pack, they are
lone wolves in every sense of the word. The full moon brings out the beast in
them.
Even though their work as gaffers—lighting techs—puts
them in contact with a large variety of willing, sexy men and women to share
their love, they prefer men. They find a dancer, Luke Pearce, who makes their
blood run hot, but Luke has a secret of his own to test them. Add scenic artists
and lovers Charlotte and Lina to the mix, and you have a wild and sexy fivesome.
To spoil their fun and to their surprise, Sam and
Grant discover another shifter in their midst, but this young person is so
inexperienced and terrified she could expose them to the human hunters and get
them killed. How can Sam and Grant protect themselves as well as the people
they love?
EXCERPT
Sam
Hightower tightened a Fresnel on a light tree as he watched the dancers warm
up. He stood somewhat hidden in the wings, a position where he could observe
the stage without being noticed. He preferred his life that way—out of sight, out of mind. He liked to blend into the
shadows, keeping a safe distance, since his stay in the theater company was so
fleeting.
At
a height of six-feet-one inch and as lean as a whippet, Sam struck a powerful first
impression. His thick blond hair fell to slightly below his shoulder blades.
While he worked the lights, he wore it tied back and out of his way. Muscular
and slim with an angular face and blue eyes, his Nordic features turned the heads
of both men and women alike.
Although he played both sides of the field, he
preferred men. With each show, he and his partner, Grant Newsome, grew closer
together, bonding with intensity only two men with deep secrets could.
Sam
feared their secrets could become their undoing on each leg of their tour,
especially during the full moon. So far, they’d lucked out. No one had caught
on to what they really were.
As
was the nature of the traveling stage shows, his time in Portland, Oregon would
not last long, even though they were in the same city as their home base. He
and Grant had been among the few stagehands who traveled with the company for
its North American tour. The remainder for each show was filled with local crews.
Sam
could see the entire country and not make a commitment to stay in any one location.
Jumping from city to city was also safer, since there was little to no danger
of the locals finding out that they sought the moon each month.
He
and Grant had jumped at the chance to tour the Pacific Northwest and immediately
joined the tour to stay close to home. In all tours, relationships between crew,
actors, and dancers grew quickly with great intensity, but once the curtain
fell for good, some of the cast and crew would part ways, sometimes to never to
see each other again. While the split at the end was always painful, Sam
willingly chose that way. He thought it best he never became too close to
anyone except Grant. Grant had been his bright island oasis, a refuge from day-to-day
troubles. However, such solitude begot loneliness, so they liked to share their
love with a third or even fourth partner on occasion, and Sam was on the
lookout for one at that very moment.
The
man who flowed across the stage with such little effort looked so much like
Grant that Sam blinked his eyes to make sure his vision wasn’t playing tricks
on him. His pulse raced at the sight of the dancer’s ripped abs, shock of dark
hair, and tight thighs.
Who’s the god who has
the rapt attention of every man and woman in this room?
Grant’s
twin wore his hair shoulder length, thick and full, with tendrils falling in
his shining green eyes.
Those eyes are emerald
green, so green they glow like an aurora in winter.
His
face bore a smoldering look of extreme concentration. Sam suspected this man
would snap at him, turning on him in an instant if he interrupted his train of
thought, much the same way Grant grumbled if Sam interrupted him. His grace
could not hide the raw masculinity that moved with each muscle. Broad shoulders
and muscular arms tapered to a narrow waist and an ass that threatened to slip
out of the leotard he wore. Sam enjoyed gazing at that ass as the dancer soared
across the stage. He preferred taut gluts to any other part of a man’s body.
The
man’s resemblance to Grant intrigued Sam. Was he a tiger between the sheets the
way Grant was? How could he approach him to find out? Considering the higher
percentage of gays and lesbians in theater, there was a good chance the dancer
would be amenable to a little male flirtation and maybe more. He wore the same
dark and somewhat angry expression of intensity Grant wore when he concentrated
on focusing lights. He smoldered like lightning in a crackling sky.
Each
twist of the dancer’s hips enhanced the sensuality his meager leotard couldn’t
contain. He strutted amid his shorter and less stellar-looking partners and
brought a flush to Sam’s cheeks. He moved with grace befitting a dancer, and
animal magnetism oozed from his every pore. Grant’s arms were fuller and
stronger than the dancer’s from his years of experience hauling lights, but the
resemblance between the two men could not be missed. Strong and majestic, the
power of this man’s sexuality seeped from every pore, his potent form so
beautiful it took Sam’s breath away.
A
sultry and husky feminine voice jarred Sam from his daydream.
“Sorry, luv, you’re
a day late and a dollar short. We’ve already had him.” Charlotte stood before
him with her arms akimbo and a hip thrust out, giving him a cheeky grin. Covered
with splatters of paint befitting her job as a scenic artist, she brandished a
brush in one hand.
Charlotte
was tall for a woman. At five feet and ten inches and build like Wonder Woman
on steroids, Charlotte could probably throttle Sam with those strong hands, but
her slender body was not overwhelmed with bulk the way bodybuilders were. She
was a nice combination of brawn and sleekness. Dressed in tight black jeans and
a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted
her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that told him she had once again bested
him in the fucking department. “His name’s Leuker Pearce, and he’s a stallion
in bed.”
“I’d
love to pierce him,” Sam said.
“You
might be able to,” Lina said.
Like
Sam and Grant, Lina and Charlotte were lovers. The quieter of the two scenic
artists stood behind Charlotte, her arms wrapped around the gutsier one’s waist.
Although Lina was about two inches shorter than Charlotte, the two women could
have been identical twins. What was it with the doppelgänger twins in this
company? They wore their coffee-colored hair tied back, and their ponytails
fell to the middle of their backs. Skin the color of espresso with a heavy
dollop of cream, they stood out amid all the blondes, ordinary looking brunettes,
and oddball blue and pink-haired in the crew. Their personalities offset each
other’s, Lina’s air to Charlotte’s fire. Slow to excite, Lina often corralled
Charlotte’s exuberance. She kept her fiery twin calm and somewhat sensible.
Quite
the virago, Charlotte had thrilled Sam with her lusty nature on the few
occasions they’d found themselves in bed together. Or in the back seat of his car.
Or those two times in the catwalks when their groans had echoed throughout the
theater. Charlotte preferred women to men, but Sam had enjoyed her touch and
smell too many times to count.
He
often teased her by sneaking up on her and grabbing her boobs. She retaliated
by bursting unexpectedly from behind road boxes and squeezing his cock. Despite
the sex play, they were buddies more than lovers.
Sam
could never get away with such behavior with Lina. Quieter than Charlotte, she
bordered on being shy, which made Charlotte’s vibrancy seem even more
pronounced. She preferred to keep to herself while Charlotte played the social
butterfly. Despite her standoffishness, her intensity of concentration and conversation
often surprised those who didn’t know her well. It was a mistake to think of
her as a shrinking violet.
Her
physique was slimmer than Charlotte’s and made her seem shorter than she
actually was. Both women had hourglass figures with an emphasis on their large
breasts and rounded asses. Once again, Sam found himself attracted to their
bottoms. These two women were perfectly proportioned, something he had not seen
very often. They were nearly geometrically perfect.
Still
amazed at how much the two women looked alike, Sam admired their sleek arms and
hands, strong from years of painting sets. Charlotte and Lina had been
traveling with the troupe since its inception. They had moved from the Calvert
Beach apartments in Delaware to a suburb of Washington, D.C. to get in on the
stage action and made no secret about looking for greener pastures in the
northwest areas once the tour was finished.
Sam
and Grant had met them after their third show. The women had joined the
stagehand’s union at the same time Sam and Grant did, and they soon found
themselves on many of the same tours together, which was unusual for traveling
stage shows
While
Sam could hoist a light and even design some lighting for sets, Charlotte and
Lina were true artists. Their talent never ceased to impress him. Sam had seen
them render flats into three-dimensional paintings. He had seen Charlotte turn
an ordinary chair into a masterpiece of paint designed to look like wood with
beautiful fabric seats for a show set in the late 1800s. She also painted
portraits in her private time and sold them for a tidy sum.
Lina sculpted from
clay and bronze, mostly the human body, especially women with strong physiques.
Rich people from around the country often commissioned her sculptures for their
own private collections, and she brought in a mint with her impressive talent.
Sam
knew he could never compete in the talent department with those two. He didn’t
have an artistic bone in his body. Neither did Grant. Sam could barely draw stick
figures. Watching Charlotte and Lina create beautiful paintings and sculptures
from what seemed like thin air impressed Sam so much he constantly reminded
them how talented they were when they were hard on themselves, which was often.
Such was the life of an artist. Constant self-criticism.
Sam
looked to where his lover’s twin writhed before him, making love to the stage
as he twirled and leaped.
Imagine the threesome we
could have. It would be like something out of a Penthouse letter.
“He
swings both ways,” Charlotte said. “I can see a hot little threesome there—you,
Luke, and Luke’s ravishing twin. You need to be adventurous. You know how much
I love adventure.”
Should
he expound on that fantasy ménage? No, not just yet.
“So you noticed the resemblance,
too?”
Lust tingled the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck. That beautiful creature
moved like a majestic buck in the Alaskan high country. “What kind of name is
Leuker?”
“It’s
Dutch. It’s also his middle name. Says his first name is horrible.”
“Leuker
isn’t?”
Her
deep, throaty laugh reverberated among the flats. “He goes by Luke. He told me Leuker
is his mother’s maiden name. Says it means good-looking.”
Sam
gawked at the tight ass and strong legs that sashayed across the stage. “Can’t
deny that.”
AUTHOR BIO
Elizabeth Black writes erotica, erotic romance,
speculative fiction, fantasy, dark fiction, and horror. Her erotic fiction has
been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Circlet Press,
eXtasy Books, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Scarlet Magazine (U.
K.), and other publishers.
She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy
tales, including her two self-published fairy tales "Trouble In Thigh High
Boots" (Puss In Boots) and "Climbing Her Tower" (Rapunzel).
An
accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic
(U. K.). Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in
Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Novelspot,
The Erotic Readers and Writers Association Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues,
Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog.
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