Category: Eli Easton

Eli Easton

Michael looked embarrassed. “No, I don’t really… I mean in real life, I don’t do that. I read BDSM once in a while, but honestly, I prefer the sweeter romances.”“Sure. I believe you. Bondage Ben.”“Stop it.” Michael laughed.“Cracky McCracken.” James flicked an invisible whip.“I am not! I’m more like Nick Normal.”“Nipple Clamp Ned.”“Vince Vanilla.”James gave him a dubious look and snorted. “I doubt that very much.”Michael shrugged with an evil little smile. “Well, maybe not entirely vanilla.

Eli Easton

Joshua tried to find the right words to explain how things were–how they’d always been. “It’s like… prairie dogs.”Ben quirked an eyebrow at him.”You see the holes. ‘N’ you know the dogs are around, even if you don’t see the dogs themselves.””What the hell are you talkin’ about?””Gay. Cowboys. They’re there. Like a lot of single cowboys, they go into Billings once a month, only they ain’t there so see women. There’s no point in flingin’ yourself around in public, ‘s all.