Smutketeers

It’s Raining Men by Crystal Jordan

She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her…

Every one of Candy’s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He’s a lawyer—smart, sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He’s gay. There is no way she’s going to try to change who he is. Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she’s positive she’s got a screw loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?

She’s definitely doomed to be single forever.

Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop. But there’s method to their madness—they’re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never spends another birthday alone.

Warning: Nekked men doing dirty, dirty things to each other and a very lucky woman, sexy biting of mates, seductive siren singing and a naughty masturbation in a public restroom. Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do!

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Dearest Readers,

A matter of utmost importance has come to my attention. I, the wicked scholar of the smutty menagerie, do beg humbly your assistance. A bit of research is required, but the rewards are more than worth the cost. You see, kind readers, I’m in dire need of help.

I won’t be coy…I’ve spent long years studying the topic thoroughly, and what I require are new specimens for my research. Hard pecs, smooth muscles, the sweetest curve of a masculine backside. Oh, yes. That will be my fee for entry into the day’s contest.

As the Smutketeer’s flying fortress is quite well hidden, and even my longing for the male posterior can’t get in the way of security–and our latest mission to save the world–a picture will suffice. Place a link to the portrait of your choosing in the comments, and I’ll select the finest specimen. The darling reader who provides for my ongoing research will be amply rewarded, you have my most honorable word on the matter. I am a Smutketeer, after all.

Ever Wickedly Yours,