**A/N-This story is anonymous request for Nosebleed Central. Seeing that I fail espically to write a simple one shot, here is yet another product of my efforts. I hope you enjoy it xoxo, Dianna** Let's just say never play a game of truth or dare unless you truly intend on being daring. Read on to see what happens to Stuart, the youngest son of the Skull Masters Motorcycle Club's President is goaded into a situation beyond his control by his older sibling, Aaron. See what happens when a dare takes on a life of it's own in a totally unexpected way.

He had known that messing up this last assignment would have massive consequences. Never in his life did he; Lincoln Monroe age thirty-one, thought that he would be sitting here, face to face with the mysterious King of sin. Lord and master of the Pleasure district. He had gotten word that his and his partner's covers were blown and his partner was killed. Since his wife divorced him when it was clear that they couldn't have children because he was impotent, his partner signed him up as his next of kin. His partner never had any kind of contact with his parents or any other family members. Now he sits here in this plush office listening to the most erotic voice he ever heard, telling him that his partner had a five million dollar debt with the King of sin. How in God's name is he, the now forced to retire cop going to pay it off? There is no way his meager savings or last few paychecks can pay it off.

After hearing news that dropped his world on its head, Preston knows he has to get away and experience more of the world than his parents ranch. Against their wishes, he packed up some books, grabbed a change of clothes, and set off to find as much adventure as his sickness would allow. Then one night he finds himself in more trouble than he can handle only to be rescued by a tall dark stranger. That stranger shows Preston a side of life he'd never experienced before. Preston wants to be happy. He wants to embrace this new life but how do you tell someone so strong the truth? How do you tell them that you're a dying man?

*manxman* Third installment in 'The Crane Gang' series! Craig left his family in an attempt to figure out who he was now that the life he'd lived for so long was gone. Everyone else seems perfectly content but he can't seem to find that peace. He's lost.... self destructing. He doesn't want to hurt anyone but he can't seem to help himself from giving in to the very things that keep causing those around him pain. So he takes a job at a ranch to keep himself busy. Determined to learn to live without his vices and vowing to only return home when he's sure he won't let everyone down once more. But still that inner peace seems elusive. Until the strong, arrogant, bossy foreman, Ezekiel Marks begins to break down Craig's walls, crash through his defenses and refuses to give up on him. Somehow, lost in Ezekiel's arms, Craig begins to find that peace he's longed for--and the dark-skinned foreman begins to replace all his other outlaw vices.

An Outlaw's Silence (Wyatt's Story) ***Only a handful of people in Wyatt's life ever given a darn about him-because of that, Wyatt is extremely loyal and protective of his 'family'. So when he catches a man sneaking around at the edge of Jeb's land, he is quick to apprehend him and hold him captive in a shack. Wyatt's intention had been to discover what the man wanted and determine whether or not he needed to be killed-until the trespasser somehow gets loose and vanishes. *** Zachariah is on a mission. A mission to save his sister from the outlaws who are holding her captive as a way to get their revenge on him for a life he had been trying hard to leave behind. He doesn't have time for the quiet man who is holding him captive. He doesn't have time to delve into the feeling the stranger stirs in him. ***But when trouble follows Zachariah and Wyatt ends up in trouble, Zachariah rides to the rescue and the two embark on a deadly journey to save Zachariah's sister, get rid of the outlaws holding her and find out if love can be found without words.

Gilliam Tomlinson had had to fight for every ounce of respect he had ever managed to gain from the Texas Rangers. His late father had been less than an honorable man and it seemed that despite Gilliam's attempts to distance himself from that memory, he carried his deceased father's legacy along with him like a heavy wool cloak he never could quite shake off. Then the chance he'd been waiting for fell right into his lap. A gang led by a mysterious outlaw who had so far evaded any notice had been wreaking havoc and stealing cattle from the rich land barons of Texas and they wanted it stopped. Gilliam's job was simple: infiltrate the gang, learn about their leader, gain their trust and then bring them down. It should have been easy. It should have been a simple, cut and dry operation... but Gilliam had never imagined the gang leader would have such fiery green eyes and he'd certainly never imagined the leader would be a man named Jeb who made his body heat up and his brain shut down. What follows is a struggle unlike any Gilliam has ever known. Law, order and duty tell him what he was supposed to do but there was something about that man, something about that life, something about the way he felt among those people that just felt right. Now he faced a choice. Listen to the code of a lawman or the heart of an outlaw.

He is a Master Dominant, trained by one of the best Masters in the lifestyle. He's also a successful millionaire, a savvy businessman, and the absolute King of his Empire, and most important, he is my devoted husband and my Dom. My husband loves me with every fiber of his being, and he constantly tries to appease my insecurities about not brave enough to delve deeper into the lifestyle. He does everything within his power to make sure that I know that I'm more than enough for him. We've played mostly in private or amongst the small group of our closest friends, the men that were like really family to the both of us. But I've secretly desired to give my husband the one thing I know he wants, a chance to perform with me in public. The kinky exhibionist I know he is, that side of himself he has been suppressing over the years for my sake. The only thing that has been keeping me from giving into my desires is my fear of people judging me and my ability to the perfect submissive to someone of my husbands caliber, it is damn near debilitating for me. I'll assure you right now, that I know I'll do something mess things up during a scene and my mistakes will surely reflect poorly on my Dom. That's why I've found myself facing my current predicament. As an owner of a lucrative and elite BDSM club, my other half has no choice but to please his members who have paid a hefty sum for said membership to his establishment. As much as I hate it, I understand that he's got to make them happy. He has to secure his reputation as a Master Dominant within his community. I'm fully aware that usually my man didn't give a flying fuck what others think about him, but in this instance, a part of me hoped my husband would have refused the requests to put on a public demonstration of his multiple skills. I wanted him to have no part of it, especially with the fact that he'll be demonstrating those toe curling skills with a submissive who wasn't me.

Merry Christmas: 2018 Gather round children and snuggle up next to the fire while you read a collection of short stories that are sure to keep you warm during this holiday season! From within these wintery pages are stories that will make you laugh, cry, scream and jump for joy. :) But be warned, for only one story will be uploaded at a time. So until next Christmas, I hope you all will enjoy this little number called: DEN OF WOLVES

Jeremy has loved Frankie for thirteen years. Unfortunately Frankie is his very straight best friend and Jeremy has resigned himself to the fact that his love will always be unrequited. It took seeing another mans hands and lips on Jeremy for Frankie to finally see what he's always overlooked. He loves his best friend. Not in an 'I love you man' kind of way, but a real 'I can't breath without you' kind of love. Is it too late? Can a misunderstanding keep them apart? **Warning. This story is meant for mature 18 years + readers. It has scenes of man/man loving and strong language. If these things offend you please stop reading now. You have been warned.

Dimitri was a vampire hundreds of years old. He survived two mates and he was not sure if he wanted to take another, that is until a innocent trip to a bookstore and he encountered Caleb. He was shocked to the marrow of his bones when he caught the scent of the shy young man and realized the boy was his mate. Wait. What! A man! No way he thought, but the blood doesn't lie.....but he was straight. He was and has always been attracted to women. Females that bent to his every whim and flourished under his hand. Caleb was a shy college student, very much alone in this world and struggling to find his way, he didn't have time to pursue any relationships, never found anyone interesting enough until a tall darkly enigmatic man walked into the bookstore where he worked and sent his heart rate rocketing into overdrive. What will happen between these two? Will it be a match or will it lead to heartbreak? ***Warning this is a story involving man and man relationship. It contains graphic sexual content, strong language. if it's not your thing please enjoy my heterosexual stories. Thank You.***