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Teaser Tuesday: Loving His Mercenary Unedited

Elliot Phillips groaned while squeezing his eyes shut tighter before opening them. He looked up at the dingy ceiling from his spot on the floor. It felt like there was a marching band in his head as his brain pulsed. Elliot blinked a few times trying to figure out why he was laying on the floor with a pressure on his chest that felt like someone was laying on him.

Closing his eyes again, Elliot thought back to the last thing he remembered. He and Laci were at the park for her sixth birthday party and he was on the phone with Christian wondering where he and Rick were. Laci had kept asking him if they could cut the cake. Elliot then remembered hearing Laci scream when he looked at her, Hector had been holding a gun to her head. He also remembered trying to stall until Christian and Rick made it to them. When he saw Kilian step out of the car, he heard police sirens, before Killian apologized, then there had been a blinding pain before everything went black.

Elliot’s eyes snapped open again, Laci.

“Daddy are you awake? I’m scared.”

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Laci’s head laying on his chest.

“Yes, pumpkin I’m awake.”

Elliot groaned when he sat up after Laci lifted her head. He slowly turned his head checking their surroundings. They seemed to be in a basement, all the walls were made of concrete bricks. A stairwell was directly in front of them. Besides the two of them, there was nothing else in down there.

“Has anybody been down here since we got here?” Elliot asked turning to look back at Laci.

“Only two people. The bad guy who held the gun at my head and the man who got out of the car.” Laci answered. Daddy will Christian and Rick be coming to get us soon?”

“I don’t know sweetie.” Elliot answered, he believed they would be coming to get them, but if Killian hadn’t gone to the dark side, Elliot could get his help.

“Sweetie, I want you to over to the corner and close your eyes,” Elliot insisted when he heard footsteps above them.


“No buts Laci, I need you to keep being strong for daddy. Go into the corner and don’t open your eyes until you feel it’s safe,” Elliot urged her.

He let out a sigh of relief when she stood and started to move.

“But how will I know?”

Elliot heard the fear in her voice, but he was helpless to do anything about it. “You’ll know baby.”

Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2016




Teaser Tuesday: Devil Assailants 18+ (Unedited)

“Oh… fuck… Devil.”

Charles “Devil” Gray pounded into the man laying beneath him. Sweat dripped down his face as he kept up the steady pace. Grabbing Kevin’s legs, Devil rested them on the crook of his elbows, pulling him closer.

“Oh fuck, right there.”

Devil knew with this new angel, he rub against Kevin’s prostate on every inward and outward stroke. Panting, he worked his cock in and out of the warm tight opening, his orgasm close. Pulling out, Devil turned Kevin onto his stomach. “Get on all fours.” He growled, waiting for him to comply before sliding back in. Grabbing Kevin’s hips, Devil picked up where he left off.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck.”

“Stroke your cock and cum for me.”

Sliding his hand between his legs, Kevin did as instructed. Devil felt the first signs of his orgasm approaching and if Kevin didn’t get off when Devil did, he would have to do something to let him come to completion. That wasn’t Devil’s thing. His lover’s new that they needed to cum when he did. When he felt Kevin’s ass tightening around his covered cock, he knew he was about to come. He grunted as his orgasm tore threw him and heard his lover scream as he came beneath him. Breathing heavily, Devil waited until he came down from his orgasmic bliss before pulling out. Hand at the base of his cock to keep the condom on.

“That was amazing.” Kevin breathed as he turned onto his back.

It had been okay, but Devil wasn’t going to pop the dude’s bubble. “I got a meeting that I need to get to. When I get back you need to be gone.”

Kevin only glared, he knew the score, knew it would be in his best interest if he was gone by the time Devil got back. He didn’t like people in his personal space for long, they tended to get attached, waiting around for him. That was a no go. Walking to the bathroom, he disposed of the condom before wiping himself down. Redressing, Devil walked out of his room and went to the conference room, Kevin already forgotten. Going to the head of the table, he looked at the men already sitting there. Devil pounded his gavel on the table to get the men’s attention.

“There’s a shipment coming in two days. Joker, I want you to pick four men to take with you. One of them needs to be a newbie.” Devil stated before looking at his road captain.

“Sure thing Devil.”

“Also, someone needs to go to the club to handle a dispute between three members of the staff.”

“I’ll get someone on that.” Sarge stated from the left side of him.

“Are we set for the cookout in three days?”

“My old lady has everything organized. No problems there.” Slim stated.

Devil nodded before continuing, “We know it’s for the kids before they go back to school. So let’s try to keep all the sordid shit for after the kids leave.” He waited until he got nods from his men before speaking again. “Dues are due in two weeks, anybody who can’t pay needs to let me know quickly. Anything else?”

Devil looked around the table as everyone shook their heads no. “Let’s give them hell.” He stated before pounding the gavel. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the back.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before heading out the door. Walking to his bedroom, Devil frowned before closing the door. “I thought I said you needed to be gone by the time my meeting was over.”

“Come on Devil we both know that’s not what you want.” Kevin bounded from the bed moving closer to him.

Devil’s hand quick as lightening reached out and wrapped around his neck. Slamming Kevin against the wall, Devil crowded into his body. “Don’t fucking tell me what I want. The next time I tell your ass to be gone, your ass better had fucking disappeared.” Devil sealed it with a harsh kiss before stepping away. “When I want to fuck your tight ass again, I’ll come look for you. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

“Fuck you Devil.” Kevin panted trying to catch his breath.

“If you’re fucking lucky.”

Devil turned his back and walked towards the bathroom. He placed his cut on the back of the chair outside the door. Shedding his clothes, Devil turned on the shower before getting in. When the fuck are you going to settle down and stop fucking these groupies? Devil snorted at his thought. He needed to find someone to settle down with, but he had a feeling even if he did that wouldn’t stop the groupies he fucked from trying to use his name and get in his good graces. Whoever got the title of being his would have to deal with this shit and though people said he was a cold hearted bastard, Devil couldn’t find it in himself to put anybody through that. He just needed to choose his conquest more thoroughly from here on out. The man he needed would be able to go tit for tat with him, and take his bullshit, while calling him on it, Devil would keep that man. Not only that but the man would need to have an iron will because of the shit he had to deal with, sometimes on a daily bases. So far all he found for his troubles were men trying to use him for his status as President of the Devil Assailants. As soon as he found that man, Devil would put his property cut on him in a heartbeat.

Cleaning his body, Devil got out of the shower and went to his bedroom. His eyes zeroed in on his property cut hanging on the wall. Yeah, it seemed like it would be hanging there a while yet. Devil shook his head before dressing quickly and walking to his office. Taking a seat behind his desk, he pulled up the club’s books on the computer, when someone knocked on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?” Devil growled at the door, his moment of wishful thinking long gone.

“It’s me.” Devil’s vise president stated through the door before opening it. “I got the list of contractors you needed for the new houses you wanted to build on the property.”

Devil took the list from Brick before looking over the five names on the list. “And each company has worked on big projects before?” Devil asked placing the list in front of him, not one company standing out to him.

“All except for King’s Construction.”

“Then why the fuck did you put them on the list?” Devil asked raising his eyebrow.

“Because the shit they have done are fucking top notch. So I figured we scoop them up if you like what they have going before somebody else does.” Brick argued, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I swear to God, if it was anybody else, I would have been ripped their head off.”

“You know I’m right, so quit your fucking belly aching. I already had Slim call them all, you have appointments with the first three tomorrow and the last two, the day after that.”

“Got it.” Devil answered before looking back at the list ending their conversation. They needed to find the best company to build the new house for new club members or if someone needed a place to crash, for a night or to land back on their feet. They also needed to do it all within a timely matter. Devil didn’t see how King’s Construction fell into that category if they haven’t worked on big projects before. Maybe Brick is right, the club should give them a shot. Devil shook his head, before placing the list to the side, he’ll worry about that tomorrow.

Devil powered on his computer, getting down to club business.

Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2016


Teaser Tuesday: A Fighter’s Heart 2016 (Unedited)

Dom waited for Riley to say which one, but he didn’t. Dom slowly walked around Riley, while keeping one hand his shoulder so he wouldn’t fall. As his eyes roamed Riley’s perfect body incased in his leather pants and tank top, Dom saw a lump in one of his back pockets. He fished out the keys and hoped it was in his imagination when he heard Riley moan.

“Let’s get you home.” Dom stated, wrapping an arm around Riley’s waist.

“Will you tuck me in?” Riley asked leaning further into Dom’s body.

“Sure, now where did you park?”

“On the street,” for whatever reason, maybe because he was drunk, Riley thought that was hilarious, and begun to laugh.

Dom picked a direction when he realized Riley wouldn’t be any help in finding his own car. He started to walk and hoped that was the way where Riley parked.

“You’re strong.”

“Thank you.”

“And sexy.”

Well damn. “Thank you again.” Dom found Riley’s car parked a block away from the club. He place Riley in the passenger seat before going to the driver’s side and taking them home. As they drove, some female singer started singing and Riley slurred the words, singing along.

“Holy, fucking hell,” Dom shouted when he felt Riley’s hand start to slide up the inside of his leg. He dropped one hand from the steering wheel onto Riley’s seeking hand.

“Did you know the first time I saw you I wanted to lick every inch of your body?” Dom groaned at Riley’s words.

“How about we stay quiet?” Dom gritted between his teeth. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

“At night I dream of you fucking me through the mattress.”

“Oh fucking hell,” Dom’s cock perked up at Riley’s words and the images that started playing in his mind.

Almost home, almost home. Dom tried to tune out the rest of Riley’s sexually charged words. He breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the drive way. After turning the car off, Dom went to help Riley out of the car. Dom walked to the door and paused to get his keys.

“You’re going to have to be quiet when we go in. Holly’s sleeping on the sofa.”

“Okay, got it. Shhh.”

Dom held in his laughter as Riley put one finger to his lips, making the shushing noise. He opened the door and made a beeline for Riley’s bedroom. Once they were inside, Dom sat him on the bed.

“You said you would tuck me in.” Dom stared at Riley in horror, he didn’t know if he had that much self-control to get Riley ready for bed.

“You’re right I did.”

Dom pushed Riley’s shoulder until his back hit the bed. Unzipping Riley’s pants, Dom grinded his teeth when Riley moaned. “Oh, fuck me,” Dom muttered to himself when Riley’s pants opened. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I need you to lift your hips.” Dom groaned when Riley complied, his wonderful cock pushing into the air as if searching for Dom’s mouth or hand. He kneeled in front of Riley making quick work of taking of his shoes and pants. He was tempted in saying to hell with undressing Riley, but he had come this far. He could control himself. He stood looking down at Riley, who had his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face.

“You can touch me; I won’t complain.” Riley whispered.

“Let’s just take your shirt off, then you can get some rest.”

“Mmm… okay.”

Dom quickly took off Riley’s shirt before lifting him to pull the covers from under him. That was his mistake. Riley wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck, hanging on for dear life. Dom tried really hard not to let the naked man have an effect on his body. He was losing that battle slowly. Once the bed was ready for Riley, Dom tried to get him to unwrap his arms from around his neck causing Riley to wrap his legs around his waist as well. Fucking hell. He bent his body laying Riley across the bed and moaned when Riley’s warm lips touched the side of his neck.

“Riley, you need to stop,” Dom breathed heavily as Riley’s teeth sank into his neck.

“But you taste so good.” Riley stated between licks. He unwrapped his arms from his neck, but kept his legs tightly wrapped Dom’s waist.

Dom felt Riley’s hands reach under his shirt caressing him. He held in the shudder that tried to take over his body. Dom was torn, he needed to stop the sensual assault on his body, but if he moved his hands, his body would be flushed against Riley’s.

“You’re skin feels amazing, and I knew you would have a very defined six pack.” Riley slurred before he laid his head back onto the bed. As he stared into his eyes, Dom knew what was about to happen next. He didn’t stop Riley from pulling his head towards him and pressing their lips together softly. He moaned when Riley’s tongue licked the seam of his lips. Opening for him, Dom heard the moan that escaped Riley’s mouth. Dom could taste the alcohol he drank tonight. He needed to stop. Dom took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Riley’s mouth on him, he was not a saint, before he extracted Riley from his body. Standing he looked at the pout on Riley’s face.

Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2016

Teaser Tuesday: Finding Love (Unedited)


“Thank you Mr. Wright. I have a few more interviews today and after I speak with your previous employers and references, I will be giving you a call back either way.”

“Thank you for the consideration.” I stood to shake Mr. Applewhite’s hand before leaving the small office.

Another one bites the dust. I don’t know why I bother to put Watson’s Bakery on my resume. They were not going to give me any praise. I learned that after the first interview I went to and I got a call from the owner saying that they were going to look elsewhere.

It’s been three months since Mr. and Mrs. Watson had called me into their office to ask me if I had been stealing from the register. I had been horrified when they threw out that accusation. I had worked for them for three years.

Everything had been going well until their son Leo had taken a serious interest in me. I tried to get his attention to go elsewhere, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. When I couldn’t take anymore I threatened to go to his parents to let them know what was going on and that I would be going to the police.

Leo didn’t take to kindly to my threat. He lied to his parents painting me as a thief, telling other people that I am untrustworthy. I can’t prove that it was him, but it’s too much of a coincidence that the day after I threaten him, I’m get fired.

Walking to my truck parked in front of the bakery. Something had to give. My car note was two months past due, I was two and a half months past due on my rent, my water had been cut today and my electricity cut yesterday. Yeah something really needed to give. I didn’t know where I was going to come across close to a thousand dollars. I couldn’t borrow any money because I didn’t have a job and most banks or loan places needed you to be gainfully employed. I couldn’t ask my aunt because her and my uncle were living check to check, barely making ends meet.

Sighing to myself, I drove home. I needed a game plan, but nothing came to mind. Driving the thirty minutes to my apartment, I parked before entering my building. When I made it to my door, there was a light pink slip on the door. Eviction Notice. Opening my door I walk inside. Taking a seat on my beat up couch.

Lying my head back on the couch in my dark living room, I let the pain and frustration take over. I wanted to scream and yell at the unfairness of what I was going though. I couldn’t though because there was no pint to it. It wasn’t going to put any money into my pockets. I could call my parents. Do you think they’ll even talk to you? I didn’t know the answer to my question, but I needed to try.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone. I wanted to laugh at the thought of my phone. It looked like something from the early nineties. It wasn’t even a flip phone, never mind touch screen. It was a prepaid phone and I tried to hold onto the little bit of minutes that I had, but this was a dire situation.

“I thought we told you to never call here again?” My mother asked after the phone rung once.

I pulled the phone away from ear and stared at it. I knew how my mother was going to be when I dialed her number. When she answered I took that as a good sign, damn had I been wrong.

“I know mother, but this is important.”

“Are you still a homosexual?” I cringed at my mother’s words.

“Yes, I still prefer men over women.”

“Then we have nothing to discuss.”

“Please mom, don’t hang up.” I pleaded, but it was already too late. I heard the beep in my ear letting me know that she disconnected the call.

Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: Fated Mate

“Sure mom, I’ll see what I can do about that,” Ethan stated before walking out the front door of his parents’ house. The crisp autumn air felt like a cool breeze against his body. Taking a deep, calming breath, he walked to his best friend Isaiah’s house.

It was always the same thing when it came to his mother. “When are you going to mate? I want grandcubs before I’m too old to play with them.” Ethan chuckled to himself. They were wolf shifters and lived very long lives. His mother was seventy, but looked and acted as if she was in her early thirties. This past week she had been throwing it on pretty thick for him to find a mate. He hadn’t found the right woman, and the urge to mate wasn’t there. He was happy with his bachelor wolf status.

Lost in his thoughts, he made it to Isaiah’s home without paying attention to where he was going. That showed how many times he’s made the trek. He had stopped to visit his parents before meeting up with Isaiah and going to their Alpha’s home. That was a visit he should have avoided. Knocking on the door, he heard Isaiah yell ‘come in’. Opening the door, Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. The most mouthwatering smell of delicious apple pie, fresh out of the oven, scented the air. He was always the first person in line to get a slice when his mother baked his favorite pie. What he couldn’t figure out was why Isaiah was baking. Isaiah rarely baked, and when he did, he wasn’t a big fan of pies.

“Why are you baking?” Ethan asked Isaiah once he was able to move into the living room.

“I’m not. You know I hate to bake.” Isaiah walked toward the entrance of the living room, where Ethan was standing, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

The irresistible smell became stronger with each step Isaiah took in his direction. Ethan’s body went rigid with arousal. He held himself back from pulling Isaiah into his arms to kiss the hell out of him. His body’s reaction to the intoxicating scent told Ethan everything he needed to know. Shit, this couldn’t be real.

“Shit.” Isaiah echoed Ethan’s thought.

They were mates. Why now? They’d grown up together, were practically inseparable, and Ethan had never reacted this way toward his best friend before. Maybe it was because his mother had started hounding him to mate that made the Fates decide to show them who was boss.

“This can’t be happening.” Ethan stated. Their mating wouldn’t go over well with the pack. The elders were set in their ways and rebuffed anything new or different. They wouldn’t accept their unconventional mating. If he hadn’t known Isaiah since childhood, Ethan would have missed the hurt that flashed in the other man’s eyes before he quickly schooled his features.

“The pack would shit bricks, or worse, try to kick us out.” Isaiah stated, hitting the mark dead on.

“So how are we going to keep from claiming each other? My wolf is riding me hard to lay claim to you right now.”

“We have to fight it. That’s all we can really do. When the urge hits us, we’ll just have to discreetly find someone else.” Isaiah groaned, his eyes scrunching up in misery. “Ugh, my wolf is clawing at me for even saying that out loud.”

Ethan nodded, “I’m going to go.” A heavy lead weight settled in the pit of his stomach as he walked to the door. They couldn’t claim each other without jeopardizing their place in the pack. He laughed at their predicament. Fate sure has a funny sense of humor sometimes.

Teaser Tuesday: A Fighter’s Heart

“Dom.” Holly’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Oh, Summer stopped by out of the blue, stating that I was Emilia’s father. I even found a paternity test inside the diaper bag she gave me.”

“Did you know she was pregnant with your kid?”

“Hell no. Are you calling me a dead beat dad?” He asked careful not to raise his voice. He did not need for Emilia to wake up crying.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all. I just needed to ask.” Holly stated before sitting next to them on the couch.

“What the hell am I going to do Holls? I don’t know anything about tiny kids.” He whispered to his manager and best friend.

“First, you’re going to have to stop cussing.”

“What the hell?” Dominic stared at her in horror. He was the World Heavy Weight Champion in Mixed Martial Arts. He needed to drop a few f bombs to get his point across.

“Kids pick up on that quickly.”

“We don’t even know if she’s my kid.” He grumbled.

“All the same. I’ve been telling you, you need to stop cussing because of the kids you’re around at the center.”

She had been telling him that, but he wasn’t incline to listen.

“Do you want her to be your child?” Holly asked in a soft voice.

Dominic hadn’t stopped to think on that question. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do. Tomorrow morning we’re going to get a paternity test. If she turns out to be yours we are going to get everything you will need to get you two settled.”

Holly was right. There wasn’t anything Dominic could do about it now until he knew for sure. “Thanks Holls. I want to go to sleep, but I’m scared to move.”

“Don’t tell me a little toddler has the World Heavy Weight Champion scared to wake her.” Holly giggled.

“He… Heck yeah. Did you hear the lungs on her?” He was trying with the cursing.

“Great save. Here I’ll take her to your room. Have you changed her diaper or feed her?”

Dominic stared at Holly in horror, change a diaper. “Uh no.”

“You are too much right now.” Dominic held his breath as Holly took Emilia from his chest. When it looked like Emilia was going to cry, Holly started talking to her, while rocking her.

What the hell was he going to do now?