If at the end of the treasure hunt there will be still unmatched excerpts the giveaway will go to the one who matched more books.
The books are:
A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese
A Kingdom Lost by Barbara Ann Wright
A Place for Cliff by Talon ps
A Special Kind of Folk by Barry Brennessel
About Face by VK Powell
Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark
Another Healing by M. Raiya
Antidote by Jack L. Pyke
Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre
Beloved Pilgrim by Christopher Hawthorne Moss
Better Than Friends by Lane Hayes
Bird of Paradise by G.J. Paterson
Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan
Bonds of Denial by Lynda Aicher
Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood
Camellia by Caitlin Ricci & Cari Z.
Carnal Sacraments by Perry Brass
Caught! By JL Merrow
Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood
Chip off the Ice Block Murder by Jessie Chandler
Clean Slate by Andrea Bramhall
Corruption by Eden Winters
Desire at Dawn by Fiona Zedde
Dirty Beautiful Words by Brooklyn Brayl
Dissonance by Shira Anthony
Dudek by Taylor James
Educating Simon by Robin Reardon
Fight by Kelly Wyre
Filthy Acquisitions by Edmond Manning
Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain
Forever Hold His Peace by Rebecca Cohen
Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling
Fractured by Mickie B. Ashling
Freak Camp: Posts From a Previously Normal Girl by Jessica V. Barnett
FutureDyke by Lea Daley
Games Boys Play by Zoe X. Rider
Gathering Storm by Alexa Land
Gin & Jazz 1- 4 (4 novellas: Hollywood Bound, Razzle Dazzle, Tarnished Glitter and Starring Role) by Morticia Knight
Girls Don't Hit by Geonn Cannon
Great Pleasures by Edward Southgate
Greg Honey by Russ Gregory
Happy Independence Day by Michael Rupured
Hard Pressed by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book #1) by Charlie Cochet
Highfell Grimoires by Langley Hyde
His Fair Lady by Kimberly Gardner
Hoaley Inexplicable by Declan Sands
How Still My Love by Diane Marina
Hungry for Love by Rick R. Reed
If I Die Before I Wake by Liz McMullen
If We Shadows by D.E. Atwood
Ink & Flowers by J.K. Pendragon
It's Like This by Anne O'Gleadra
Lab Rat's Love by Ana J. Phoenix
Lesbian Crushes at School: A Diary on Growing Up Gay in the Eighties by Natasha Holme
Let the Lover Be by Sheree L. Greer
Like Jazz by Heather Blackmore
Love and Salvage: Loving Emmett by Mathew Ortiz
Love Is A Stranger by John Wiltshire
Love You Forever by Amelia Bishop
Lovers and Liars by Paul Alan Fahey
Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood
Masquerade by Joy Lynn Fielding
Measure of Peace by Caethes Faron
Mirage by Tia Fielding
More Than Everything by Cardeno C.
Motel. Pool. By Kim Fielding
Murder and the Hurdy Gurdy Girl by Kate McLachlan
Murder on the Mountain by Jamie Fessenden
My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling
Nightingale by Andrea Bramhall
No Angel by Clare London
Omorphi by C. Kennedy
On Archimedes Street by Jefferson Parrish
Paradise at Main and Elm by Barry Brennessel
Paris Connection by J.P. Bowie
Passage by Evey Brett
Pick Up the Pieces by Tinnean
Piper by Leona Carver
Rapture, Sins of the Sinners by Fran Heckrotte & A.C. Henley
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by Angel Martinez
Rasputin's Kiss by L.M. Somerton
Rest Home Runaways by Clifford Henderson
Resurrection Man by K.Z. Snow
Return of an Impetuous Pilot by Kate McLachlan
Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend
Running Through A Dark Place by Michael J. Bowler
Saving Liam by DP Denman
Serpentine Walls by CJane Elliott
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Shameful Desires 3: Unbound by P.J. Proud
Shirewode by J Tullos Hennig
Silent by Sara Alva
Slide by Garrett Leigh
Something Like Spring by Jay Bell
Splinters by Thorny Sterling
Stitch by Eli Easton, Sue Brown, Jamie Fessenden & Kim Fielding
Summerville by H.L. Sudler
The 42nd Street Jerking-off Club by Mykola Dementiuk
The Calm Before by Neena Jaydon
The Dead Past by Kate Aaron
The Empath by Jody Klaire
The Engineered Throne by Megan Derr
The Family We Make by Kaje Harper
The Genealogy of Understanding by Daniel M. Jaffe
The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
The Last Conception by Gabriel Constans
The Line by J.D. Horn
The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton
The Memory of Blood & Lotuses by E.E. Ottoman
The Opera House by Hans M. Hirschi
The River Within by Baxter Clare Trautman
The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters
The Thief Taker by William Holden
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Tournament of Shadows by S.A. Meade
True Stories Too: People and Places From My Past by Felice Picano
Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
Zenith by Arshad Ahsanuddin
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Raphael parked his car in the first available spot and ran over to the hospital’s main entrance. He had only left Jason’s bedside this morning to take care of a few obligations at the office. Even the most successful architects needed to be present every now and then. Raphael knew that, and since his son seemed to be feeling fine after breakfast, he made the drive over to his firm.
The call had caught him by surprise just minutes after he’d started up his computer to answer e-mails from clients and contractors. His real aim that day was the meeting with his senior staff about the competition for the city’s new opera house, a competition he was certain his firm would win.
He never made it to that meeting. Jason had suddenly and unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse, and the attending physician had called him back, urgently. Raphael was shaking, and his mind raced as he walked down familiar corridors, taking the elevator to the cancer unit where Jason was treated for leukemia. He had already undergone a bone marrow transplant, and his prognosis had looked promising, which was one of the reasons Raphael had even contemplated leaving him for more than a shower and a change of clothes.
As he walked into Jason’s hospital room, he saw the doctor and a couple of nurses standing around the bed and the machines that were monitoring the boy’s life signs. One nurse carefully patted Jason’s forehead with a wet cloth. I should have called Warren, he thought. When they noticed Raphael walking in, their activity ceased for a moment, and they looked at him with sympathetic eyes. The doctor approached Raphael.
In the house, they found couples, triples, quads, and more of every conceivable mutation. Male and female and everyone in between, their bodies prettily presented, their hunger and pain for everyone to see. Kylie wanted to grab Olivia and bring her closer, protect her from the brutality and naked sexuality around them. But she had brought Kylie here. Was this the type of love-making she liked? Was she like Belle and Silvija?
“My mother comes to places like this sometimes,” Kylie said.
Olivia looked around, her face calm although Kylie could almost taste the shock and surprise on her skin.
“Does she bring you with her?” Olivia asked.
“No.” Kylie quickly shook her head, disconcerted by the thought of coming to a place like this with Belle. “She doesn’t.”
Olivia looked at her. “But she brings someone else with her?”
“Yes. Her lover. Well, her wife.” It wasn’t that Kylie wanted Belle to bring her to places like this. Places that she didn’t care for, but sometimes she wished that they would do something together.” She cleared her throat. “She and Silvija got married years ago.”
They walked through a narrow hallway with glassed-in rooms on either side. In one room, a pale woman was tied up and hung upside down, naked, with her legs spread and tied to the wall on either side of her. A thick, wooden beam in the center of the room held her body steady for whatever was the come. Rope twined around the beam and around her throat, her ribs, and hips. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her pussy was completely shaved and dripping wet, the orifice slightly open and reddened as if she’d just gotten fucked. Her long, black hair brushed the floor and her eyes were wide with bliss. A latex-clad woman, dark-skinned and short-haired, sat on a nearby wooden chair, reading out loud from a paperback. She wore latex from throat to ankle, her feet clad in six-inch black heels. A big, green dick was strapped to her hips. It glistened with a mixture of bodily fluids and lube.
“That’s nice.” A smile ghosted across Olivia’s lips as she looked at the women behind the glass then at Kylie. “I imagine marriage to be this wonderful state of constant happiness and sex.” She laughed softly. “I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it looks beautiful from the outside.”
She didn’t seem at all impressed by or interested in what was happening between the two women. Following her lead, Kylie pulled her own attention away to focus on what the human was talking about. Right.
Marriage: The greeting card.
Sometimes, it did seem like Belle and Silvija’s life together was like that. Their front was a united one. And even when they fought, it was almost like teasing, one of them invariably wearing a smile, even if there was blood involved.
Kylie opened her mouth. “It does seem nice enough. But does a marriage like that make room for anyone else?”
“What do you mean?”
As they walked through the house of sex, she found herself telling Olivia the beginning of everything. How her mother had disappeared when she was a child. The rumors of Belle abandoning her for sex with a dangerous stranger. Kylie skimmed over how she was turned, but found her mouth curling down as she talked about her existence now with her mother and how everything seemed to be about Silvija.
“You should tell her how you feel,” Olivia said, her voice low and soothing. A delicate counterpoint to the harder sounds around them, of sex and effort and pain. “She won’t know there’s something wrong unless you tell her.”
Talk to Belle? That happening was about as likely as either of them becoming human again. She pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Olivia pursed her lips. “Oh, you’re one of those.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, now you’ve got something to say.” The human lightly tapped Kylie on the shoulder with a finger. “I mean you’re not a talker, but you expect everyone else to know exactly what’s wrong with you and know how to fix it. If they don’t, then they’re the bad guy.”
“That’s not true,” Kylie said with a quick shake of her head. At least she hoped it wasn’t.
Olivia looked at her in silence, her lashes low over dark eyes. “I wish it wasn’t true, because a quality like that will lead to a very lonely life.”
“I don’t need anybody anyway.” Kylie shrugged as she told the lie.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Oh, brother.”
“A little voice inside my head said, Uh-oh, this cannot be good. Mother never did anything on a whim. A picture began to form in my mind as I looked around the room, noticing that Chin was the only other male present and all of the jewelry glittered from Cicely’s right hand. Whether Cicely Wessley knew it or not, this was meant to be a date. Cicely was probably a perfectly nice girl, regardless of her propensity to believe the most horrendous lies, her obvious princess fixation, and her questionable taste in clothing, but I had absolutely no interest in taking this maternal hallucination any further. There was a lull in the conversation as I composed an appropriate response meant to let everyone know that this was not going to happen when Grandmother broke the silence as only my grandmother can.
“That Anderson Cooper’s one hot piece of man flesh. I wonder if he’s available, ’cause I could really use a little lovin’ from a stud muffin like that.”
The look on Cicely’s face was about what you’d expect, but Mother just rolled her eyes. I grinned, knowing Grandmother Lucille, though capable of occasional flashes of lucidity, was one Corona short of a six-pack. With advancing dementia had come a relaxation of moral standards that occasionally produced memorable moments. I found them refreshing; Mother less so. A few months back, dear Lucille had even tossed her panties onstage at a Sha-Boom concert. Of course, she wears the biggest knickers in Texas, so they just about blanketed the stage.
Mother said, “You have to excuse my mother-in-law, Cicely. The doctors are having trouble balancing her medication.”
Grandmother said, “What? You don’t think he’s sexy? ’Cause I could ride that baloney pony all night long.”
“Silently, I agreed with Grandmother. Anderson was both hot and gay—a winning combination if ever there was one.”
HAD THERE been a witness—and there had been none—and had that witness had a passing familiarity with the art depicting the Spanish mystics, the comparison might have suggested itself. Like St. John of the Cross before him, this figure trembled in transfiguration. Like St. Teresa of Avila before him, he shimmered before a life-altering, ecstatic vision. However, the vision was not St. Teresa’s lance-wielding, heart-piercing angel. The vision was, instead, a utility pole. Or rather, a notice affixed to that pole.
It was a mammalian member of the At Family that first drew his attention. In bold, block letters, it jumped out at him.
“Dat say ‘cat’! I be dam!”
He instantly recognized that hated childhood word, now suitably domesticated. He approached in curiosity. And then the strangest thing. Like patterns in a twisted kaleidoscope, like blurred letters flipped into focus by an optometrist, the notice swam and moved before his eyes, suddenly resolving itself into order. He devoured the words, not just one by one, but in whole phrases that congealed into instant meaning.
A blip: “An—swer. What swer? Swer… Swer… Anser! What dat do-nothin’ dubble-you doin’ dere? People who make up spellin’ jes’ stupid.”
With that minor obstacle removed, he scanned the notice from top to bottom. He kept staring at it in astonished surmise, much as the graybeards first gazing upon the Rosetta Stone must have done after Napoleon’s troops dragged it in. His eyes skimmed other notices. “For sale: Pickup truck.” It was not elation he felt, but a kind of breathless panic. He tore the notice from the pole. “Wanted: Part-time fry-cook,” the words in another notice swirled into recognition. “What the hell I care what you want,” Elwood told the fry-cook notice, and took off in a sprint fueled by adrenaline.
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