Free Fiction Friday – January 29, 2016


Welcome to Free Fiction Friday. Each week we will provide you will free stories from many different authors. Check in with us each week as not all authors will post each week and new authors will be joining us as we grow.

Here is a list of all the authors posting free fiction this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page. Remember to follow the site to be notified when we post the latest updates.



Nightmares and Waking Dreams – Part 3; by Grace R. Duncan:


Which reminded him that he’d been basically ignoring his friend’s straining length. Having never done it to anyone else before, he tried to do what he would do to himself. The angle made it nearly impossible, but he hoped that the fact that it was a different hand doing it would make up for any lack of finesse.

A moment later, when Kane gave a quiet groan, he figured he was doing something right. The skin, however, was pulling and he wondered if it was getting uncomfortable. He usually used lotion on himself when he did it. “Kane, wait,” he whispered.

“What?” Kane asked, the whisper loud enough to make Ian wince.

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Heist – Chapter 21; by Taylin Clavelli:


At the last moment, Zack pulled away and asked, “Are you sure?”  After all, given the right circumstances and the backing of Donovan, he was a bit of an exhibitionist too.

A unanimous and forceful, “YES!” came from all the women.  Zack could see they’d inched forward in their seats.

Zack turned back to Donovan.  When their mouths finally met, their kiss started slow but quickly picked up the pace.  Zack sucked Donovan’s bottom lip sending him wild. With a growl, their mouths were soon doing a sensual dance of their own.

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We Can Call It Paradise, Part 2; by Tucker McCallahan:


The hotel was not posh.

It wasn’t even technically a hotel. The sign advertised it as an inn, whatever that meant. It was one step up from those shitty motels where you park in front of your door, meaning this place had interior hallways. But that was about the only difference.

The room had two double beds, both mussed as if they’d been slept in, and given the state of the room, they probably had. Shawn shrugged his leather jacket off and surprised me by taking the time to hang it up in the twelve-inch space they called a closet. I bent, untied my boots, and kicked them off by the wall, making a mental note not to put my socks back into my boots after walking on the carpet.

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Winter By the Ocean, Part 2; by Tray Ellis:


“Here, put this on your head. It’ll keep the swelling down.” Dylan handed over a kitchen towel wrapped around a handful of ice cubes. He’d found the towel in a drawer, pristine and white and Dylan hoped he wouldn’t be charged extra if the blood didn’t come out.
“Thanks.” Saph took the towel and lifted it to his head.  He touched it gingerly to the bandaged area, winced, and then settled it more comfortably. With one hand committed to the towel at his head, he leaned against the counter in the kitchen and ran his other hand across the granite tile. “Nice place.  You live here?”

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