With Caution

seems, and not all the monsters have claws.

    Twilight
    © 2007 Ally Blue
    Available now at Samhain Publishing

    Book Three in the Bay City Paranormal Investigations series.
    While leading an amateur ghost-hunting expedition in Asheville, NC, Bay City Paranormal is called to investigate Sunset Lodge, a rustic inn situated on a remote Smoky Mountain peak. In recent weeks, employees and guests alike have seen a weird, frightening creature in the forest near the lodge. A creature which sounds all too familiar to the BCPI team.
    Sam Raintree doesn’t want to deal with another interdimensional gateway. The last one they faced nearly took the life of Sam’s employer and lover, Dr. Bo Broussard, and Sam can’t stand the thought of it happening again. Especially now that he and Bo are finally together and working through their problems. But Sam’s psychokinetic abilities give him the power to permanently close the gateways, and he can’t bring himself to ignore that. With the safety of the Sunset Lodge staff and guests at stake, Sam, Bo and their colleague, Dean Delapore, make the trip to the Lodge to determine if it indeed hosts a portal to another dimension.
    Once at Sunset Lodge, a missing man, a grisly discovery and a moment of carelessness converge to reveal secrets much different—and far uglier—than any the BCPI team expected. Secrets which not only put their lives in danger, but which might provide Sam with an escape from the portals. If he’s willing to take it.
    Warning, this title contains the following: explicit m/m sex, graphic language, violence.

    Enjoy the following excerpt for Twilight:

    Chuckling, Bo leaned forward, lifted Sam’s shirt and kissed his belly. “I’m hard as a rock, Sam. You want my cock in your mouth or your ass?”

    Sam considered. Sucking Bo off was tempting. But the thought of Bo fucking him made his knees weak. It always did.
    Winding the long braid around his hand, Sam pulled Bo’s head back, bent and kissed him hard. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, and bit Bo’s lip. “Right here in the chair.”
    A soft groan escaped Bo’s lips. “The lube’s in my backpack. Outside pocket.”
    Sam kissed Bo once more, then yanked his jeans and underwear up and turned to fetch the lube from Bo’s pack. They’d stopped using condoms as soon as all the tests came back negative. To Sam’s surprise, Dean had gotten tested as well, and shared his negative results with them both. Just to be on the safe side, he’d said, even though he and Sam had used a condom the one time they’d been together.
    With the bottle of liquid lube clutched in one hand, Sam crossed back to Bo and knelt on the floor in front of him. He laid his palms on Bo’s sides, thumbs hooking beneath the elastic of Bo’s underwear. “Lift up. Let me take these off you.”
    Bo obediently lifted his hips, allowing Sam to slide the boxer briefs over his buttocks and down his thighs. His cock sprang free, flushed and rigid, hitting his belly with a damp smack. Sam stared at Bo as he pulled the garment down and off. Bo’s braid had begun to come loose, errant strands of silky black clinging to his face and neck. His breath came sharp and quick between parted lips, and his eyes burned.
    Sam wanted to kneel at his feet forever and bask in the sight of him, decadent and beautiful in the grip of his need.
    A dazed smile spread across Bo’s face. He reached out to touch Sam’s cheek. “Come up here, Sam. Come ride me.”
    Rising to his feet, Sam tuggedoff his hiking shoes and skinned out of his jeans and underwear. He stood astride Bo’s lap and handed Bo the lube. “Get me ready,” he ordered, tugging the rubber band off the end of Bo’s braid. He started unwinding the long, heavy strands, delighting in the satin softness between his fingers.
    Bo held Sam’s gaze as he flipped open the lube, coated his fingers and tossed the bottle on the bed. “Take your shirt off too,” he murmured, slipping a single slick digit into Sam’s hole. “I want you naked.”

    Sam’s cock twitched and started to fill, making it hard to think, hard to do anything.
    Thanking his lucky stars he’d worn a sweatshirt instead of something with buttons, Sam tore the shirt over his head and let it fall in an inside-out heap on the floor.
    “Mmmm,” Bo purred, inserting a second finger into Sam. “Mine.” He wound his free arm around Sam’s waist and pressed open-mouthed kisses to his bare skin.
    “Yours,” Sam gasped,