Free Fiction Friday – May 8, 2015


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.



The Taming;by M. C. Rayne:

We both lay in bed, shrouded in darkness as we face away from one another, both pretending to be in a deep sleep. We are not, though. Both of us are faking and I can tell by the way he is breathing that he is nowhere near sleep, just like me. As if I can even think about sleep, not after the things that happened tonight that somehow shocked us both into silence. As our gazes collided in the toilet, our eyes just locked and, without words, we left the bar and made our way to his flat.

If I had been a moment faster in my approach of the bathroom, I am sure I would have seen what had happened, but the guilt in his eyes was enough to allow my head to fill in the gaps that I had missed.

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Love Bite – Chapter 1; Rachel Ravenheart:

Rhys’ POV – Present Day

It’s been 160 years since the day I was turned and I’ve had many regrets, but many fond memories as well. I was thrilled Gwyn wasn’t mad at me when she figured out I had indeed turned her into a vampire.

Neither of us have found our beloveds in the past century, but not for lack of trying. However, it’s a little hard to do when your creator, the person who turned you, is trying to kill you. He wasn’t mad I had turned Gwyn, in fact he had expected it, but he was beyond pissed when she killed his beloved, Orga. It had come down to kill or be killed and I don’t blame Gwyn for defending herself.

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The Price of Harvest; by Tray Ellis:

Vaughn spied the patch of tender green leaves  among the various shades of dried brown and tan detritus on the forest floor.  The leaves were flat, young, and lush, and he could see hints of white and purple on the stalks that jutted just above the old, dried leaves from last autumn.  Ramps. Sometimes called wild leeks, or allium by the snootier foragers. Vaughn’s mouth watered at the discovery.

But he also spied another person standing equidistant away on the opposite side of the ramps and staring straight at him. Competition for the ramps.

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Burchester Tales: Part 13 – Love tips; by H. Lewis-Foster:

Davy sat in the Students’ Union bar, wondering what on earth he’d let himself in for. Gus had caught him at a weak moment, when Davy agreed to meet Lee’s lovesick flatmate. He didn’t even know what the bloke looked like, other than the fact that he had ginger hair. Davy looked around at the few dozen people in the large and alarmingly bright blue room. Some were drinking and chatting, while others were awkwardly waiting for a girlfriend, boyfriend, whatever.

The young man behind the bar looked thoroughly bored, and was clearly wishing his afternoon shift away as quickly as possible. His expression may have been full of ennui, but his face was fascinating.

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The Time Traveler’s Husband – Part 8; by Lily G. Blunt:

Jasper: A sudden chill runs down my spine when we enter the room and it’s not because of the lack of furnishings or the cool temperature. The room is instantly familiar despite its bareness. I move to the large sash window, unadorned now, and look out on the bleak landscape. The last time I was here snow had fallen and lay thickly on the ground. The windows were framed with drapes and Edward had been standing right here where I’m standing now.

“Jasper?” he asks, concerned as always.

I turn to him and hesitate before I speak. “You were here, looking out, waiting for me in this room.”

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Beautiful boy – Dark Fantasy, Part 4; by Grace R. Duncan:

Next, he stood above my head, lifting it carefully and setting something under my face. When he laid my head back down, I inhaled and was filled with my Master’s scent. I was laying on his T-shirt, probably the one he’d worn to work out in that morning. The smell of sweat and Master was all I could breathe.

A moment later, I felt a slicked-up finger at my hole. “I’m not going to stretch you, slut. You love being wrecked too much, your sloppy ass gaping and used.” He leaned over and murmured into my ear. “But I won’t have you torn, either. Shake the ball if it’s too much, okay?” I nodded and he moved away, spreading more lube around my hole, pushing it inside, and working it around.

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