Luck of the Irish~~Anthology
A WOLF BY ANY OTHER NAME now available as a single title download from Ellora's Cave!
Also available in print in THE LUCK OF THE IRISH anthology.
Three men and a leprechaun? When Dermot, Greg and Zev meet at the wedding of a past lover, the little green guy offers each man a golden opportunity to possess his greatest desire.
Unfortunately, figuring out what that greatest desire amounts to isn't as easy as it sounds.
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A Wolf by Any Other Name~~
"...a great short read, which actually goes without saying, considering the talent and creativity of this particular author...This is an absolutely wonderful book. I’d gladly recommend it to any number of friends who enjoy a bit of Irish myth and legend with their wolf shifters."
"...I love Kate Douglas’ characters. They are all richly detailed, and surprisingly real. This story was a fun read for me, and I giggled at the predicament that Zev ended up in. I also loved the premise that we really don’t know what our heart’s desire is until we achieve it...I recommend this for those who want a magical romance with special twists and surprises."
"...Kate Douglas’s fairies are amazing, to say the least...A super and innovative take on an age-old genre that will have you believing – if not in fairies, then in the power of love....I can’t think of a better read than Luck of The Irish for some lighthearted fun, magical moments and hot sex...And the “Luck” in the title? Getting to read these stories. Four-leaf clover not required."
"...The second story, A WOLF BY ANY OTHER NAME by Kate Douglas, is a hoot...Fern isn’t quite all she seems to be, and Zev, well, Zev is actually quite a bit more than he thinks he is! Don’t wait until St. Patrick’s Day to pick up a copy of ‘Luck of the Irish’! It’s lighthearted erotica is both steamy and witty, and you’ll be yearning for a leprechaun of your own to capture for a wish. LUCK OF THE IRISH comes very highly recommended indeed!
"...LUCK OF THE IRISH is an anthology filled with great stories and written by wonderful authors. Jennifer Dunne, Kate Douglas and Chris Tanglen are three authors who will now be an automatic buy for me."
"...Believe me, when you read A WOLF BY ANY OTHER NAME, you will be pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. This is a great fantasy story where we read of two people who find love despite many of the obstacles facing them...LUCK OF THE IRISH is a very well done anthology by three very talented authors."
Read an excerpt~~
The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. "A WOLF BY ANY OTHER NAME" has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers.
Zev wondered if a man's head could actually explode from a hangover. The visual was enough to make him gag, and he might have, if the dream bringing him slowly awake didn't feel so damned good.
Warm lips suckled the tip of his cock and an obviously talented tongue tested every fissure and ridge. Fingers with long nails stroked his balls, fondling each one in its turn, tugging gently and rolling the family jewels just the way he liked.
Well of course you're gonna do me the way I like. You're mine, aren't you?
He groaned as soft hair swept over his belly and Zev went with the flow, luxuriating in the skilled but imaginary lover he'd conjured for this morning's wet dream.
Maybe a hangover wasn't such a bad thing, so long as the day started out like this. Of course, if he'd been a little sharper with women, he'd have a real one sucking his cock. There'd been some pretty hot women at the reception last night.
Unfortunately, none of them had shown him the least bit of interest.
Experience had taught him he'd find very few women impressed with his knowledge of computers, the latest in game technology, or his ongoing dislike of standard operating systems. Conversation with the opposite sex definitely wasn't his forte.
As down on his luck as he'd been lately, he hadn't attempted even a minor flirtation last night, which was, of course, a moot point right now. He sighed and let his fantasy flow.
Another pair of lips joined the first set, kissing his chest and suckling his nipples. Zev moaned, and wondered briefly where he'd come up with the details.
He'd gotten pretty creative over the past year, since breaking up with Tami, but nothing this good!
Sweat broke out in a hot flush over his entire body as the imaginary sensations grew more intense. Strong fingers kneaded his buttocks, the mouth on his penis sucked like a Hoover. Another set of hands rolled both his balls in a steady massage that bordered on pain. He moaned aloud and let his thoughts roam free.
For some reason, they ended up back at the wedding.
Damn. What a party that was!
First there'd been champagne, then that unbelievable Irish whiskey, then…the image of a little man dressed all in green floated just beyond his consciousness.
Nah. No way. He must have been drunker than he realized.
Obviously, since he couldn't even recall coming back to his hotel room. Zev raised his hips just a tiny bit, giving the imaginary mouth enveloping his cock a bit more room to work.
Forget the wedding. Stay with the dream. Oh Lord, that's amazing! The imaginary mouth grew more insistent, suckling his cock deeper and deeper. The fingers squeezed his balls with a bit more enthusiasm and one sharp fingernail lightly rimmed the sensitive ring around his ass.
Zev completely forgot about the wedding. He put the little green man where he belonged, in the mental circular file designated for useless information.
Useful information was the delicious dream taking him closer, ever closer to the edge. It was so real he almost opened his eyes to watch the two women making love to his entire body, so real he could have sworn he heard their soft grunts and the rustling of their clothing.
Lips dragged at the nipple over his heart, another set of lips compressed the base of his cock, encasing him in a hot, wet mouth.
Hands squeezed his buttocks and massaged his balls. A blinding coil of need started building somewhere down in his gut. A finger, this one without the sharp nail, circled his ass, pressing against the sensitive nerves, pressing harder then retreating, press…retreat…press…retreat. He relaxed his sphincter muscles, subconsciously begging the finger to press just a little harder, for the mouth to suck just a little more of him into that hot, wet cavern.
As if he'd communicated every wish to his fantasy lovers, they complied. Zev knew he was going to make one hell of a mess in the bed in a very short…
A whole lot of things happened all at once.
The finger pressing against his anus suddenly gained entrance to an entirely virgin opening on his body. Gained entrance, kept going and pressed something Zev didn't even know he had.
In that split second where Zev wondered how he could possibly fantasize an act he'd never heard of, sharp teeth came together on his nipple and the teeth buried behind the lips that were sucking his cock suddenly clamped down on the base of his penis. Cheek muscles compressed his straining flesh to the point of pain, fingers squeezed his balls, the sharp fingernails raked across his perineum and the biggest blast of cum he'd ever produced managed the convoluted journey from his testicles to the end of his cock in record time.
Zev arched his hips and howled his release. For the first time since the dream began, he realized his hands and feet were somehow bound to the bed.
The mouth sucking his cock suddenly disappeared, leaving him wet and bereft, spurting the rest of his load into the chilly air.
Someone spat and gagged. A woman's voice snarled, "Shit. I hate the taste of that stuff."
Another female voice made a snorting sound of disgust and said, "Then spit it out. What did you swallow it for, anyway?"
"I didn't know you were going to stick your finger up his ass, sister dear. I don't know a man alive who can handle that. Warn me next time. Oh crap…it's all over the front of me."
"You said you wanted him to have, and I quote you, an extreme orgasmic experience."
Zev's eyes flew open. His first thought, Wet dreams don't talk, was quickly buried. Standing over him were two of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen…identical in almost every way.
They were tall, slim, very young and blonde, their hair long and hanging freely, almost to their waists-literally the answer to his dreams.
Suddenly, it all came back to him. The little green man-no, make that leprechaun-had said he would grant Zev his greatest desire.
It hadn't been a dream!
A quiet little voice in the back of his head asked Zev if his greatest desire had included being tied naked to a bed in what looked like a mad scientist's dungeon. He suppressed the thought, choosing to focus instead on the women arguing over him.
"He didn't shift, Petunia. He's still just a man. Are you quite sure you know what you're doing?"
Petunia looked at Zev, staring down her nose at him as if he were some kind of bug as she wiped a damp rag at a big wet spot on the front of her black gown. He elected to keep his mouth shut.
Instead, he studied her jewelry, the unusual necklace she wore and her copper bracelet, shaped like a snake winding from the back of her left hand all the way to her elbow.
The snake's metal head rested just between her thumb and first finger, its beady, jeweled eyes seeming to watch every move Zev attempted to make.
Zev glanced away from the snake and looked directly into the blonde's eyes, a bit disconcerted to realize one was blue and the other completely white.
The woman tapped the side of her nose in a thoughtful gesture, then picked up a dog-eared book from a nearby table. She flipped through the pages while, on the opposite side of the bed, her twin paced back and forth. "Ah. Here it is, Verbena. I thought so." She tapped something on a page midway through the book. "Page 369, paragraph 2. It says, `A shift may be instigated by any physical extreme, be it sexual or sensory. A full moon is not always necessary. Shifting during orgasm is not uncommon. Neither is it unusual for a shift to occur during periods of pain or stress'."
"That's not the spell I was talking about. Did you use the proper conjuring spell? Are you sure you've conjured up a shifter?"
"Well of course I am! You know I was always better than you at conjuring. Case in point, our little woodsprite?" Petunia snapped her fingers under Verbena's nose. "You're just jealous."
Verbena grumbled. Zev tried to disappear into the mattress. None of this made sense. He glanced the length of his body and noticed his flaccid penis nestled quietly in its dark forest of pubic hair. It was probably trying to disappear as well.
"Well, if stress counts for anything, I would have changed by now." Verbena leaned over and stared closely at Zev. Her left eye was just as white as Petunia's right, but the right one was as green as an emerald. Zev blinked.
Verbena blinked back. "Let's try pain."
"Uhm…" Zev cleared his throat. "Do I have anything to say about this?"
"No." Both women answered as one. Petunia set the book carefully down on the nearby counter. Verbena dragged a box out from under the table on her side of the bed and set it carefully on the mattress next to Zev's left hip.
"Excuse me?" Zev tried for a more forceful approach. "Would either of you ladies mind telling me where I am and how I got here?" He tugged at the chains holding his wrists. They clanked and rattled. He noticed the sound echoed, almost as if the room were set up for really good acoustics.
"It's quite simple, " Verbena muttered. Her attention appeared to be more on the contents of the wooden box than Zev's question. "Petunia used a conjuring spell and brought you here, to the land of Faerie. My sister and I are taking an advanced level mail-order college course in inter-species experimentation. It's only offered once a year through the International Witches and Warlocks Guild. This semester we're working on shapeshifters." She looked up and smiled sweetly at Zev. "You're our lab project. If we're successful, we'll get an A in the class and move on to the next level."
Zev tried to ignore the implications of going from computer scientist to lab animal in the space of a few hours. He decided not to go anywhere near the Witches and Warlocks Guild, much less an in-depth discussion of the land of Faerie. Who the hell did they think they were kidding? Instead, he tugged experimentally at the chains holding his arms, at the same time putting pressure on the restraints holding his feet.
His ankles were essentially bolted directly to the bed with thick leather bands holding him firmly in place. He had a bit of movement with his arms, but a few light tugs followed by a full-strength pull convinced him he wasn't going anywhere soon.
"Have you got everything?" Petunia leaned across Zev's body to stare into Verbena's wooden box. The soft sweep of her long hair across Zev's hip and genitals suddenly brought his cock out of hiding.
He willed the traitor to relax. Petunia absentmindedly stroked his smooth flesh as she studied Verbena's treasures. Within seconds, Zev was once again fully erect, bobbing inelegantly against Petunia's black gown.
"I think so." Verbena handed a number of items to her sister. "If we combine sex and pain, I imagine it should induce stress. If we hit all three, he's sure to shift."
"Works for me." Petunia experimentally clicked a small nipple clamp just under Zev's nose.
"Uh, not for me." Zev raised his head as much as he could. "I don't like pain. Not one bit. Nope. I think we should try sex again. Now that works for me. What, exactly, is it you want me to do?"
"Shift." Verbena quickly massaged his left nipple to a point. Petunia slipped the clamp on it.
They repeated the process on the other nipple, although this time Zev kept his yelp down to a teeth-clenching grunt.
The sharp pain in his nipples slowly eased into a deep, throbbing ache that somehow transmitted itself to his traitorous cock. His erection had grown so large it actually hurt.
Petunia completely ignored his cock and slipped a hard pillow under Zev's hips. Verbena adjusted his ankle restraints, bent his knees and shoved his feet closer to his butt. Before he could figure out what was going on, Petunia slapped some kind of salve on his butt then shoved a vibrating dildo up his ass.
After the first jolt, Zev decided it wasn't all that bad…until he realized that whatever the witch had used to lubricate the damned thing was mentholated. After a moment of inglorious squirming against the icy hot vibrator, Zev grew aware of a soft chanting.
He opened his eyes to mere slits, looking past the nipple clamps and between his raised knees. Petunia and Verbena held their hands outstretched over his erection, chanting softly in some strange tongue. The jewels in Petunia's necklace glowed brilliantly. Verbena's matching necklace had taken on more color as well, until a soft light emanated from the gleaming stones.
Suddenly Petunia wrapped her long fingers around Zev's cock. He watched in mounting horror as the copper snake bracelet she wore suddenly came to life. It slithered down her fingers and wrapped itself slowly around his cock. Petunia pulled her hand away as the snake constricted.
Zev jerked at the chains holding his wrists. He was afraid to move his hips, afraid to jostle the snake in any way. The chanting continued, finding its way into his soul, his bones, the straining sinews of his body. The rhythmic undulations of the snake twisting around his erect cock took on a hypnotic pattern, timed to the mystical spell of the two witches' chanting.
The dildo vibrated at a higher pitch, the clamps seemed to tighten on his nipples and the snake's black tongue darted in and out with each muscular compression against Zev's growing erection.
In spite of himself, he felt his orgasm building, felt the pressure deep in his gut-the pleasure in spite of the pain-or because of it? He didn't know, couldn't tell if he'd ever known. He was alive and aware as he'd never been before. Aware of the tiny shifts of current in the air around him, the scent of herbs and spices permeating the stone walls of the room, the tiny motes of dust hovering in the candle light.
The chanting grew louder. The sisters began to stroke his flanks, his chest, the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. He moaned, trapped in a visceral reaction to extreme sensation, an awareness completely foreign to him.
He felt each ridge of the women's fingerprints, compared the warmth of their touch to the heat of the vibrating dildo and found his own rhythm to match.
The pleasure built, the pain increased. Zev struggled to open his eyes, to fight the sensation, the sensual assault that traveled beyond violation.
The snake grew stronger, larger, until it totally encompassed his straining cock. Zev forced his eyelids apart, horrified to see the reptile undulate further down his penis, wrapping itself around and around like a hangman's noose until it reached the base, where his cock was rooted to his body.
The head of his penis looked like a swollen, purple plum, peeking out of the tail-end coils of the snake. Zev stared at it, the sensation filling him with terror while at the same time he realized he'd never been so acutely turned on in his life.
The snake looked back at him once, its red eyes glowing with an intelligence beyond reptilian. Its jaws opened wide, wider until the dripping fangs filled Zev's field of vision.
Senses on overload, Zev shut out everything around him. He narrowed his focus to the snake. Each metallic scale glowed with life, the eyes narrowed to fiery pinpoints and a silvery drop of venom hung like a tiny ornament from the tip of each ivory fang.
Zev felt a scream building, a terror unlike anything he'd known. With it, the pressure of his climax charged, a powerful orgasm trapped behind the constricting muscles of the snake.
The sensation of the vibrator disappeared, the clamps lost their power. Even the witches stood back from his straining body. With a last flick of his tongue, the snake dipped his head, released its body's pressure on Zev's penis, and sank its fangs directly into Zev's balls.
Pain and pleasure connected in a single lightning bolt, a maelstrom of horror and blinding light.
Then all was dark.
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