Ahhhh, cover art-- NATHAN!

So, the amazingly talented Emmy Ellis sent me this today:

...Nathan, and Marcus *happy sigh* Publication info:

Preorder: 22^nd September

Early Download: 6^th October
General Release: 3^rd November

And an excerpt just for y'all! (unedited of course)

Copyright 2015

Bailey Bradford

The New Mexico sun beat down on Marcus Criswell as he led his guards in a fighting exercise. He’d been teaching them Krav Maga, having been trained himself since his return from South America years back.

Beside him, his mate, Nathan Grant, executed every move perfectly. Marcus let him take over for a few minutes just because Nathan was a study in martial arts perfection, better at Karv Maga than Marcus would ever be. Nathan was lithe and limber, and he still had the body of gymnast. His long, red hair fell into a braid down past the back of his knees. He looked like some kind of supernatural fairy-slash-assassin mix. Marcus wanted him, always.

Nathan whirled around, and his hair flew out like a whip.

“Put a couple of weights on the end of that braid of yours, and it’d make a deadly weapon,” Marcus thought to his mate.

Nathan executed a deadly series of strikes and kicks. Marcus should have done the same, but he had to watch his mate. Marcus was entranced, as he often was, by the sheer masculine beauty of Nathan’s fighting form.

“You’d have been killed already,” Nathan scolded, while shouting orders to the troops, “Pair off for groundwork and grappling!”

“Are you going to grapple with me?” Marcus teased.

Nathan shot him an arch look. “Love, I will take your ass down in a heartbeat.”

The guards were too busy pairing off and getting into position to pay attention to anything else. Marcus leered at Nathan and whispered, “I’ll hold you to that in about two hours.”

Nathan winked at him before they resumed instructing the troops.

Rather than train together, Marcus and Nathan sought out a guard each to work with. Marcus chose Athena, one of the newer members. She was tall and leanly muscled, and very quick with her strikes. “Don’t hold back because I’m the Alpha Anax. That won’t impress me at all.”

“Yes sir,” Athena replied, bobbing her head. She narrowed her eyes right after she gave him a blinding smile. Had Marcus not been watching for tells, he wouldn’t have expected the kick, or some type of offensive strike. Athena was every bit as quick with her grappling and groundwork as she was with her punches, and Marcus had to work to keep from being pinned or hurt.

In return for her honest attempts, Marcus only held back a little. He would have done some serious damage otherwise. Athena would have some bruises, but it would have been an insult to her had he refrained from making contact at all.

“Thank you, sir,” Athena said an hour later, panting as she bowed to him.

“You did very well, Athena. Your aunt is going to want to coddle you for those bruises and scraps, though.” Marcus grinned as Athena groaned and straightened up.

“Oh, gods, she so will! Aunt Shania wants to baby me still, and I’m twenty-five!” Athena bounced on her toes and gave Marcus another brilliant smile. “She’ll probably make me some honey and pecan ice cream, though, so score!” She pumped a fist in the air then turned and ran off toward the rust colored-main building.

“She’s going to be fun to have in our troop,” Keegan said, shaking his head. “Smart, sarcastic, and deadly. We could use more like Athena.”

“Keep on and I might get jealous,” Olin muttered, nudging Keegan’s side. “Well, if you swung that way. As is, I gotta agree. Athena was arm-wrestling some of the other guards last night, and she might be lean, but she was kicking ass. She’s a good one. Come on, Keeg. I want you to take apart the surveillance system in the eastern quadrant, then—“

“I know, I know,” Keegan huffed. “Put it back together again. I swear, Olin, I can probably do it with my eyes closed.”

Olin cupped Keegan’s elbow. “Yeah, well probably doesn’t cut it. Once you can, then we can move to the equipment in the western quadrant. Dana’s got the guards, you and me are going to work on the electricals.”

Marcus chuckled, listening to Keegan grumbling and arguing with Olin as they walked away. Olin had been a wise addition to their pack. All of the surveillance and alarms were top notch now, as was the security on the computers and everything else that needed to be secure. Olin was a technical genius.

There’d been several new editions to Marcus’ home pack over the past years. The compound was going to be insufficient to house them all soon.

Which brought to mind one of the bigger problems he and Nathan had been wrestling with—what to do about overcrowding in their pack.

Happy Monday! And ****NSFW**** Excerpt

Happy Monday to y'all! Installment will be up around 10:30 PM Central. Still writing on the SW Shifter book-- this is the next to last one, and it's focused mainly on Marcus and Nathan. The last one... will feature Gabe and Mika, a lot. :D Anyway, these are kind of like my goodbyes to them, and that's going to make me sad so. Off to write I go, but not before sharing something to make you smile, maybe:

Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford

Unedited Excerpt from SW Shifters book 11

“You’re still a stud,” Nathan said from the doorway. He leaned against the frame and licked his lips. “Definitely still a stud.”

Marcus wiggled his butt and slapped one cheek. “You want a piece of me?” He was playful and silly when it was just him and Nathan sometimes, more now than ever. It was as if he had to be in order to free himself of the ever-increasing stress he was under.

“Always.” Nathan palmed his growing erection through his pants. “You could just bend over right there, grab the counter, and let me have some fun. And you, of course. You’d have fun, too. I’d make sure of it.”

Marcus was tempted, but he winked at Nathan and walked over to the tub. “I think you should work for it, at least a little. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m easy.”

Nathan arched a brow. “Oh really?” he drawled.

“Really,” Marcus parroted, stepping into the water. It was just the right temperature. “Ah, that feels so fucking good.”

Nathan sauntered over, his hips moving in the sensuous manner that always had Marcus’ mouth watering. Nathan waited until Marcus was settled in the tub, then he leaned down and whispered in Marcus’ ear, “But I can make you feel so much fucking better than that.”

Marcus’ breath left him as he kept back a moan. He knew Nathan was only speaking the truth. “Then get in here and prove it.” Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t goad Nathan. “Because this water is perfect, and it’s going to be some tough competition for what feels best.”

Nathan snorted and took hold of the hem of his shirt. “Music, please.”

Marcus’ cock twitched to full hardness. “I get a strip show?”

“Not if I don’t get music,” Nathan said.

“Uh.” Marcus’ mind blanked when he saw the thin strip of skin above Nathan’s waistband, then he began to hum what he hoped sounded like a good song to strip to. It mainly consisted of bow chicka wow wow’s and the odd word. He felt a little silly until Nathan began to dance, undulating like his body was sex personified, his hips swaying, groin bulging enticingly, the smooth, carved muscles of his abs exposed one small inch at a time.

There was a faint, golden-red trail of hair bisecting Nathan’s abs. It thinned more as it went up before finally disappearing. Nathan’s chest was hairless, his pecs well-formed and topped with small brown nipples. There wasn’t a freckle one on Nathan’s fair skin. Marcus’ hands itched to touch him.

Nathan twirled around and pulled his shirt off, giving Marcus his back. That was a good view, too, since Marcus loved every inch of Nathan, plus, Nathan had the sexiest ass on the plant—plump and firm at the same time.

And the man knew how to shake it, as he did then, setting those globes to jiggling while he unfastened the braid.

Marcus fisted his own cock and began to stroke it. “You know, maybe I should bend you over the counter, hm?”

“Round two, this ass is all yours.” Nathan slapped his right buttock, hard enough it had to leave a mark. “But I want to fuck you this time.”

Marcus clenched his lower half, from his bottom down. He was intensely aware of his asshole, and his desire to have it stretched and filled. “Yeah, that’d be…that’d be good.”

“Good?” Nathan peered over his shoulder before giving his head a shake, sending his thick red hair flying out like a silken waterfall.

“Better than good,” Marcus tried before scoffing at himself. “Nathan, you can’t expect my brain to function at optimum capacity when you’re stripping for me.”

“I dunno,” Nathan mused, giving a slow roll of his hips. “That was quite a coherent sentence from you. I mean—“ He tucked his thumbs under the back of his waistband. “You used the words ‘optimum capacity’ and all. You aren’t that distracted.”

Marcus pushed himself up to kneeling and shook his cock at Nathan. “Does this look like I’m not really, really aroused?” Marcus whimpered. “Nathan, please, please don’t tease me much more.” He needed Nathan more than ever. All their years together, their desire for one another had never dimmed, had only grown.

“Sure thing, honey.” Nathan pulled his pants down and bent over at the same time, exposing his ass.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath as he got a glimpse of Nathan’s asshole before Nathan stood up again.

A faint pink handprint marred the creamy white skin of one cheek. Nathan reached back and patted it. “You like that?”

Marcus nodded. “There’s not one thing about you I don’t love.”

Nathan spun around and grinned. “Aw, for that, you get a blow job before I fuck you into the ground.”

“Ground?” Marcus asked, everything inside of him going tight with lust.

“Floor, ground, tub.” Nathan flapped one hand. “Does the surface really matter when I’m going to be fucking you until you scream for me?”