I did another freebie story for the Pink Chair Diaries. It’s just been posted.

Favorite Chair

A short little contemporary romp about a guy, the girl next door, and her favorite chair.

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Release date April 8, 2008

Pairing: m/f; m/m/f

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What’s this? Another man touching Meg? You really can’t blame her though. Don’t you recognize him? That’s Logan Lockhart, the actor. She’s been a fan of his for awhile.

BLURB:

The legacy of the evil witch has left Meg with a heck of a lot of power and influence in the southwest United States. Much to her dismay, this means that just about everyone thinks she’s a shoe in to be the next grand dame.

What they don’t get is that the last thing Meg wants is to be grand dame. She grew up watching her mother rule the paranormal community in the northeast and it was enough to show her that she didn’t want that kind of responsibility.

Terrance B Sharpe proclaims himself to be the man for the job, however. He’s even leashed the matriarch of L.A.’s very powerful lion’s pride as a display of his prowess. It’s through him that Meg meets an actor she’s panted after for years. One of the lions, Logan Lockhart not only makes her girl parts happy, he also fills her in on a thing or two about Sharpe that she’d rather not know.

But what the heck is she doing paying attention to Logan when she’s already got two luscious shifters to call her own? Michael and Rudy are doing all they can to help her out, but Michael, as usual, has his own goals that don’t always mesh with Meg’s.

What’s a girl to do when she’s been handed a lion’s share of power on a silver platter? continue reading

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Inspired by this series of images in my gallery

Also my first (and only to date) futuristic story.

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Drake Ange is a Krystanni, which, in the eyes of most people in the known galaxies, makes him a pirate. Krystanni are known for flouting regulations and stealing from the government. Of course this isn’t true of all Krystanni, but it’s hard to dispel the rumor.

Beth Holliday, callsign Fox, is therefore surprised when Drake applies to join the Emirate Elite. The Elite are the security force of the government that controls the space stations ruling access to the known planets. Why would a hotshot want to join the Elite?

Beth is a professional. She trains for the Elite. She takes on the Kyrstanni as one of her recruits. Much to her dismay, she finds that the Kystanni is not only a genius pilot, he’s also gorgeous. It doesn’t help any that he offers to fuck her. For hours. Of course, she turns him down but she can’t stop thinking about him.

Then accusations of smuggling force Drake, callsign Dragon, to flee – and he steals her ship. It’s not just duty that sends her after him. No, it’s personal.

She has no idea just how personal until the Dragon corners the Fox in his lair. And he’s not letting her go until he gets what he’s wanted since that first offer.

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©2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

The clanging alarm jolted Drake out of his light slumber. Dressed only in his skivvies, he bolted from the small bedchamber, down a short hall, and up the steep, narrow stairs into the cockpit. The shieldscreen showed him open space. Whatever threat had set off the alarm was either out of visual range or something internal. continue reading

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It’s called “A Sister Leashed story” because the story takes place in the Leashed universe but it’s not Meg, Michael and Rudy. It’s about Noelle, Meg’s sister, and the two men she’s interested in. Daniel, a witch, and Jake, his leashed shifter.

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The army called the Grand Dame of the Northeast US for help with a spirit witch whose powers had grown out of control. She sent in the best spirit witch she knew, her daughter Noelle. For the past three months, Noelle has worked with Daniel and they made great progress. But then Noelle went and fell in love with him. Which would be bad enough, but she also fell in love with his leashed shifter, Jake.

Daniel is a pretty man, there’s just no getting around it. Jake is a bear of a man, and Daniel’s leashed shapeshifter, bound to protect him at the cost of their lives. To Noelle, they are the most handsome, most wonderful men on the face of the earth and she wants both of them.

Now Noelle has set herself a Christmas task. Build a relationship with Daniel and Jake, but first she’ll have to convince Daniel there’s something between them and get him over the notion there’s nothing more between him and Jake than friendship first.

If her sister Meg can have two men, why can’t she?

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©2006 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

No sooner had I settled my butt on the rug than Daniel leaned forward to grab my arms and shake me.

“Don’t sleep with him!”

I blinked, completely caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

He knelt before me, eyes narrowed. “I’ve watched you. I figured it out. You came back to sleep with Jake!”

“No, I didn’t …” Not entirely. continue reading

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Here’s the next part of the freebie story. Again I warn you, this is very rough. No one’s read it but myself so there are probably mistakes. But I’m tired of looking at it.

This is part 4. You should go back and read parts 1, 2 and 3 to get the story so far.

WARNING: non-consensual sex ahead. Stop now if that squicks you.

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She must have dozed for she woke in his arms. The fading sunlight streaming through the open balcony doors showed that the horrid afternoon had yet to end.

She tried not to move, not to give him any indication that she was awake. His heavy breathing suggested he was asleep but she had no idea how lightly he slept. The heat of his body seared her entire backside. The side of her face ached from his slap and the place between her legs still throbbed with awareness of the way he’d split her open.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. continue reading

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© 2005 Jet Mykles

A witch has an unusual manner of exorcism.

It may be of note that I’ve wondered if this witch lives in the Leashed world.

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Humming softly, I walked straight through the unlocked doorway. It was rather easy, since the door itself had fallen from deteriorated hinges and lay rotting on the threshold. The moment I got through the opening, the howling started. Strange, unearthly moans that rattled the shattered windowpanes. A chill wind agitated dust motes in the moonlit air.

“Hello to you too,” I murmured, continuing, undeterred through the hallway toward the main room at the back of the house. I studiously ignored the waving cobwebs that dangled above and I refused to hear the scrabbling of what had to be rats—or worse—from the shadowed corners. continue reading

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This is the sequel to Leashed: Two For One Deal in the Howl anthology at Loose Id.

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BLURB:

The evil witch is dead. Unfortunately, Meg killed him. With magic. A definite no-no where the Witches’ Council is concerned. If the Council can prove it, she’ll be put to death. To make matters worse, she also absorbed a hell of a lot of the witch’s power and memories and she’s barely able to contain them.

What’s a girl to do?

Rely on her shifters, of course. Michael and Rudy show every sign of sticking with her through this mess and Michael’s proven to have contacts that just might help. Wonderful of them. Except relying on them means that, Meg also has to figure out where she fits in their relationship. Is she a third wheel? Or could they really make a happy threesome?

Meg’s two for one deal has turned into more than a bargain.

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“Do you think that Roland was the only one of his kind?” The mild anger faded from Michael’s voice, and he dropped back further on the mattress, leaning on his elbows. The vivid green of the top sheet, the only covering on the bed, framed him beautifully. The position made his broad chest look even bigger. It also presented his nice fat cock to advantage. I knew it’d be warm, fragrant, and delicious if I let myself go to him to touch it.

I avoided looking at him.

“Think again, sweetheart. There are plenty of witches out there who’ll want you once they find out about you.” continue reading

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Please note this is #3 in a story. I highly suggest you read #1 & #2 before reading this one.

Continuing the experiment and the non-con starts.

This loosely goes with this series of images.

See the previous two chapters about how this one is mainly stream of conscious.

WARNING: non-consensual sex.

As for Aiden *sigh*. You really didn’t think I could get through a story anymore without one amazingly pretty man, did you? Oh no. I’m afraid the yaoi bug has me in its firm grip.

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He pushed up off her spent body. She couldn’t have struggled if she tried. The fire had consumed her limbs and she fully expected to deteriorate and die on the spot.

Her eyes closed, she could only guess at his movements. But her guess told her that he’d moved from the bed.

Why wasn’t she dead?

She opened her eyes to see him cross the room, staggering just a bit, to a table on which sat a few bottles and glasses. He grabbed one and poured golden liquid into a glass then drank it all in one gulp. He muttered then repeated the process.

After the second drink, he took a breath, slammed down bottle and glass, and turned back to her.

Framed by fading sunlight streaming in through door open to a balcony to the right, he was beautiful. She could admit that. He reminded her of the stallions she’d seen in the herd that roamed the valley to the east of the temple. They were sleek, magnificent creatures, as was he. continue reading

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Please note this is #2 in a story. I highly suggest you read #1 before reading this one.

Continuing the experiment. Here’s where the non-con starts.

This loosely goes with this series of images.

See chap #1 for warning on how I’m writing this one.

WARNING: non-consensual sex in this chapter. Stop now if that squicks you.

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He carried her back down the same corridor and up the flight of stairs. Again, no one stopped them or spoke to him. Nera tried to adjust so that the thick meat of his shoulder didn’t dig quite so badly into her belly, but the sleek skin of his back didn’t allow much purchase. His soft, loose hair tickled her side. One big arm was wrapped securely about her thighs and she gasped in shock when his free hand came up to caress her buttock.

“Oh yes. We’re going to have some fun,” he murmured.

They passed what she thought was the door to the original bathing chamber and mounted another flight of stairs. Her braid trailed loose over her shoulder, slapping against his tight rear end as he hurried along the carpeted passage.

At last, he opened a door and went through it, kicking it closed as they passed through. continue reading

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The following is an experiment. It was posted here the same day that it was written, with no beta readers to proof it. I provide this freebie read mainly because I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t sell this story. It involves non-con, you see. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s rape. Nera does not in any way, shape or form consent to what’s happening to her.

This loosely goes with a series of images that I started a few years ago and have lately been playing with again. They can be seen here.

Fair warning I have no end in mind for this. Really. I’m just kind of writing. There’s no special climax I’m working for nor a set goal I’ve got for “ending” the story. This is just kind of going along. I don’t really know how far I’m going to take this. It could go far or it could stop after a few installments. Might depend on if people like it or not *g*

I hope you like.

WARNING: non-consensual sex in future chapters. Stop now if that squicks you.

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Nera stumbled forward and fell to her knees on the smooth, hard tiles of the bathing chamber floor. Frightened, she scrambled to the side, anxious to avoid the man behind her.

He stood just inside the doorway, the thick rough blue silk of his robe settling about his tall frame. He pointed to the sunken bath. “Wash yourself.”

She stared at him, eyes wide. “Please, tell me what…”

He raised a hand, back of the palm to her, poised to deal another blow.

She cringed back against the bench carved into the wall.

“Do not question. Obey and you will be treated well. Disobey and you will not. Do you understand?” continue reading

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