Alpha Fever – 22 SIZZLING #Romance Stories – Just #99cents!

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22 Sizzling Contemporary and Paranormal Romance Stories


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Sinister Outlaw
Dawn White
Fall in Savannah, GA, is usually pretty mild. However, today is a dark day, between the pain I can feel in my bones, the loss of my Uncle, and my President. My head pounded as my uncle’s casket was lowered to the ground. The chrome pins from the brothers in the Syndicate were shining in the late afternoon sunlight. When the creator of your bike club dies, everyone comes out and shows their respect. I looked over to Lucas and noticed the solitary tear running down his face. I had wished mom would come, but when she said she wanted nothing to do with my uncle, she meant it.
After the funeral we made our way back to the clubhouse for the wake. Lots of beer, drugs, and beautiful women. That’s how Uncle Luke rolled. I almost burst out laughing when I saw the gravestone cake Casey had ordered.
“Do you really think that cake was the wisest choice Casey?” I said, trying to hide my amusement. Casey shrugged and smiled at me as she made her way to my side. This wasn’t the way I wanted to get my Pres tab.
“I would like to introduce everyone to your new President of the Sinister Sons Syndicate! Fucking hear, hear!” Blade grabbed my arm and held it high in the air. He pulled me in for a hug, and patted my back as I buried my head in his shoulder.
Hammer stands in the corner, sipping on his jack. He sneers at one of the hunnies as she tries to sneak by him.
“Thanks for coming everyone. I hate getting together on these circumstances, but does a son ever really need a fucking reason to party?!” I lifted my drink in the air.
I finished my drink and snuck off to my room. I kept the light off so no one would notice, but to no avail. Casey snuck in and whispered through the darkness, “Gavin are you here?”
I reached forward in the dark and pulled Casey into my arms, conquering her lips as I pushed her toward the bed. I slowly laid her down, as she pulled her panties off from under her skirt. I unzipped my pants, and let my throbbing dick loose from the confines of my jeans. I crawled in between Casey’s tight legs, and pressed the tip of my thick cock deep inside her wetness. She let out a moan, as I pressed myself into her harder and harder. I reached up Casey’s shirt and grabbed her large breasts.
Casey reached around and grabbed my tight ass. She matched my rhythm as she wrapped her legs tight around my waist.
I could feel the pressure starting to twitch in my balls, and before I could stop it– I spilled my seed deep inside her wet cunt. I unsheathed myself from her heat.
She moaned as she pressed up to kiss my lips.
I crawled off of her and made my way to the small bathroom attached to my room. I flipped the lever to the shower, stripped, and stepped in.
I could hear the loud music of the party even over the volume of water in my shower.
Casey knocked on the door and stepped in. “Gavin, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Casey. Just taking a shower.”
“I know, but he was like a father to you and Lucas. I was just trying to check on you.” Casey said as she closed the door behind her.
Within a moment of Casey being gone, there was another tap on the door. “Holy Fuck! I’m fine, just let me have a fucking minute, Casey.” I growled.
“Gavin, it’s me.” Lucas said as he closed the door behind him. He stuck his head in the shower to see me.
“What do you want, Lucas?” I said as I looked up into the water and let it cascade down my body. My tattooed chest, and arms always made the bubbles look tri-colored. I finished rinsing my black hair, and turned the shower off. I grabbed my towel and stepped out.
“I was just making sure you’re all right, Gavin.” Lucas said as he leaned against the sink.
“I’m fine. I don’t know why y’all are so damned worried about me.” I said with my irritation clear in my voice.
“He was my best friend, Uncle, and President. Of course it fucking hurts, but in our line of work, it’s kind of guaranteed. I know I’m never going to be able to have a retirement, and that’s ok with me. If it’s not okay with you then you’re in the wrong fucking family, bro.” I held the door open for Lucas to leave, and dressed in my usual jeans, and black t-shirt. I slid my boots on and pulled my kutte on. My VP tab was gone, and about to be replaced with the Pres Tab. I always wanted this job, but not like this.

The Butterfly Collector
Muffy Wilson
The doorbell rang,
knocking Oliver out of his self-reflecting trance and as he jumped to his feet,
he also took a cautious step back. His eyes darted towards the mantel clock
above the fire. It was 10 o’clock.
Who would be calling at this late hour? he thought as he moved away from his desk. Maybe if I’m quiet, whoever it is will just
go away.
But to his own surprise,
he walked toward the huge oak front door with his hand out, slowly grasping for
the knob. When the doorbell rang again he jumped, startled, and stopped in his
tracks. He was overcome with fear and he froze. He was thinking of the home
invasions that were always in the news, but then he reasoned with himself that
a burglar would not ring his doorbell. Would he? His heart was pounding, racing
in his chest, despite his efforts to calm himself.
“Who is it?” he called
Another surprise stroked
his ears when a sweet voice floated back in reply, “It’s just me, Victoria
Blakely, from next door. I need some help.”
He switched the porch
light on and peeked through the peephole. He unlatched the door, still trembling.
Taking a deep and determined breath, he squared off and stole some courage.
He opened the door, just a
crack, and peered out into the night. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself
looking into the most stunning green eyes, framed by raven curls. He was sure
he had never seen a more beautiful pair of perfectly matched eyes in all his
lonely life. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling the door open all the way.
Then, as awkwardly as always, he mumbled, “Do I know you?”
“Does that matter? I need
some help; I need your help.”
She looked back at his stricken
face and quickly, with the confidence only beautiful women possess, brushed
past him out of the falling rain and into the entryway.
“I just moved in next door
and I came home to find that the electricity has gone out. I don’t know who to
call and I remembered my agent saying a nice older man lived here. So, can you
help me?”
“Well…Victoria, is it? It
is after ten and I see your house is dark. It’s cold and wet and I’m not sure
there is anyone you can call at this hour for help at the power company.”
He stepped back knowing
that he was once again showing his complete lack of social skills with the
opposite sex. “Forgive me. I’m so sorry. My name is Oliver Brainard, won’t you
come in and we will see what can be done.”
Victoria walked into the
nicely decorated living room where the glow of a warm fire greeted her
frustration with open flames and a soft, pleasant crackling. She settled into
the warm grasp of a large overstuffed, well-worn leather sofa. She watched him
follow into the room, limping slightly. Her eyes closed for a moment. 
“Are you limping?” she
“Ah, yes, yes I am. I do.”
“Are you injured or do you
have a disability?”
Embarrassed by her brazen
inquiry and feeling pressured yet again, even by a woman, Oliver was quiet.
“Would you like a drink or
something, Victoria?” His voice, nervous and shaking, came from nowhere. Oliver,
having startled even himself, shifted uneasily in his obvious discomfort with
the unexpected company.
“Please.” Then, without
hesitation, she added, “white wine if you have it.”
He nodded quietly in
acknowledgement, hobbled into the kitchen and returned with a glass of
something white.
“Riesling,” he said to
this vision of loveliness.
She sat with her eyes
closed and head back, resting on the sofa. He stopped mid-stride and simply
stared at her profile. He realized he was becoming aroused. This lovely
creature who had invaded his loneliness did not move from her position on the
couch. Despite his growing bulge, he moved toward her with the glass of wine
and when she sat up she was eye-to-cock with the object of her inspiration.
She ran her eyes up his
torso slowly as she took the wine and asked simply, “Have you been thinking
about something pleasant?”
Turning a deep shade of
red, he took a step back, stumbling slightly and covered himself with his hands.
“No, please don’t cover
your thoughts,” she said softly. “It’s only natural to be attracted to a
beautiful woman.” She tossed her head with confidence, sending her raven curls
“But…forgive me. I don’t
have many late night female visitors; I’m so embarrassed!”
“I would hardly call this
‘late night’ and, after all, it is Friday night, when the wicked and the wanton
He took a faltering
breath. “We should see to your situation at hand, and find an emergency number
for the electric company.”
“Interesting you should
use that term ‘at hand’.” Her eyes fell to his crotch.
“Pardon me…?”
Then, with one deliberate
and commanding motion, she placed the glass on the end table, reached out
boldly, and gently grabbed a handful of his pants and him. She pulled him
toward her and slowly squeezed so he could not step back.
Oliver was frozen in his
tracks. What he lacked in the power over his immediate situation, he gained in
response. He was clearly very receptive.
“I think you need
something, neighbor,” she whispered, as she opened his belt and slowly lowered
his zipper, pulling his pants to the floor. He stood motionless as her hand
worked its way back and forth over his hard penis. He was bigger than he ever experienced
alone, harder than he could have dreamed possible. She had her right hand
buried at the base of his penis, teasing his testicles, working his shaft into
an uncontrollable passion-driven reaction. She reached around behind him with
her left hand, grabbing the firmly rounded cheeks of his ass pulling him
forward, closer to her face.
He stood in paralyzed
horror. He was disassociated from his own body and watched as a distant silent
witness as his cock stood proud like a willful puppy eager to please.


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About one of the Authors:

Muffy, author of provocative romance about
love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two
older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged
and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force
which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative
years in Europe and ‘came of age’ in France which forged her joie de vivre and
love for books, writing and education.
Married and living in the tropical paradise of
SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and
enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.
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