Stonegar. A mystical race of statues sculpted using fragments stolen from Stonehenge. Coming into the light, they initiate humans to the joy and freedom of making love without boundaries.
Stone Cold -- Hard as hell, all the time. That’s Erac. Cursed by an irate witch, he’s been trapped in his stony shell for twenty-five years. In a constant state of arousal, Erac has been forced to watch other men with Vena, the woman he desires even more than his own freedom. When the curse ends, Erac vows to make her his.
Stone Dead: Etah is finally free, and she’s hell-bent on vengeance. She’s spent twenty-five intolerable years locked in a rock-hard shell. Like all of her kind, she’s proud of her sexual appetite. Slander Weldon often visited her stony form and he sets her blood on fire. Now that she’s finally free, Etah vows to find the man who’s haunted her cursed existence and make him hers.
Praise for Stone Cold/Stone Dead Duet
"Two steamy stories in one book that was different than most stories I read. The Stonegars are very protective of the people who come into their lifes. I found the stories to be interesting... Unique."
-- 4 Stars from Barbara W., Kobo Review
"...very interesting with a dynamic and unique concept."
-- 4 Stars from Signeon, Barnes & Noble Review
"This is a fun and very steamy set of stories that were rather unique for me. I really like that the author bundled these two stories together because there were some gaps in the first book that left me with questions and they were well answered in the second. I love how protective the Stonegars were and yeah, needed a fan for all the heat they generated."
-- 4 Stars from LBing, Barnes & Noble Review
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Stone Cold/Stone Dead
J. Hali Steele
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Copyright ©2023 J. Hali Steele
If she bumps my cock once more, I’ll crumble.
He had spent years watching her, first from the sunroom, now in the backyard. Always there for her. Vena Waring had worn him down to nothing, and he had never even touched her. She hadn’t been this upset for a long time and he wanted to beat the bastard who’d hurt her to a bloody pulp.
Erac Dane couldn’t do anything. His helplessness was due to Vena’s grandmother, Malvena Waring. She had been a cruel old bitch and he was glad when the witch died. At the time he didn’t even care her death had brought pain to the young woman who sat at his feet and cried.
That had changed over the years. What he wouldn’t give to make Vena his! Anything to touch her, take her the way he’d dreamed of so many nights. Thinking about it gained him nothing but an excruciating hard-on.
No matter. Malvena being alive wouldn’t have changed his predicament one iota. Only Rekat could do that and he’d been absent too many years.
The sun eased toward the horizon in the western sky and a breeze stirred. It ruffled Vena’s newly shorn, wheat-colored locks. The bobbed hairstyle didn’t suit her at all but Erac couldn’t tell her that. Hell, he couldn’t say a single word.
She always followed the current fashion in everything -- clothing, what pumps were in style -- all of it. Many a night he’d listened to her on the phone with one friend or another chattering on about such things. He’d smile to himself at the way her brow quirked or her soft, luscious mouth curved into a beautiful smile, lighting up her face. Those lips could bring such pleasure to him.
Then there were the times when he called, like tonight. Erac wanted to throttle him for bringing shadows of sadness to her blue eyes. At the same time, he wanted to… shit, that wasn’t going to happen.
Though hard to see from his position, her cheeks would be flushed and tear stained. Bastard told her a week before the holiday he’d found his one true love and he wouldn’t be able to see Vena anymore. That wouldn’t last. The man would be unable to stay away from her for long, but he didn’t know that.
And there wasn’t a damn thing Erac could do. Nothing.
She had been hunched forward but now Vena sat up straight, leaned her back against his stone-cold legs, and sighed for the umpteenth time. If he could, he would have brushed the tears away with his fingers -- no, he would have kissed them away. Embrace and hold her tight, not let anything or anyone ever harm her again. Show her there was someone who cared and would always be there for her.
Erac wanted to make love to Vena, fill her with the joy she deserved in life. I want to fill her with my cock. Even now, it throbbed and wept at the mere idea of being inside her. She couldn’t tell. She always thought of him as hard and cold. Yet she came to him when some asshole broke her heart.
How many times over the years had she cried at his feet? That really wasn’t the worse part. It destroyed him in every way imaginable when Vena climbed into his lap, rested her head against his stony shoulder, and let the tears slide down his chest. They scalded Erac to his soul, left scars that would be hard to heal. He prayed silently for the day he could feel her lips brush across his chest, her tongue taking the sting from each laceration left by the tears she cried for someone else.
Now only half of the sun stood pink on the horizon, ready to slip away. His favorite time of day. Erac’s immobile eyes could barely make out the top of her head. One last hiccup wrenched from her throat and she took a deep pull of air, filling her lungs. Her breathing evened out and he felt the tension ebb from her shoulders, a sign she had resigned herself to the inevitable.
Vena was alone -- again.
Feeling better, she’d soon rise and leave Erac sitting there in misery. They’d been through this before and her bouts of sorrow never lasted long. She would pull herself together and move on quickly.
Not this time. He’d see to it that no one ever hurt her again. Midnight wasn’t far off, and he’d be the one with her when the next sun rose high in the sky. Somehow, he had to win her heart.
A chirping noise emanated from her slacks and she stiffened against his legs. Her cell phone. Standing, she pulled it from her pocket, answered it.
“Hello.” Vena began to pace the yard. Back and forth, all the way to the cliff’s edge.
Erac’s chest flooded with disappointment. He could only hear her side of the conversation.
“No, not again,” she said. Her mouth formed a tight line.
It was him. From the way she spoke, how her back stiffened in defense, it had to be Jason. Erac’s fingers itched and tried to curl into his palms.
“Jason, you called if off.” She wore a path up and down in front of him. “You’re not welcome here anymore.” Her short hair brushed her ears with each shake of her head. A fist balled at her side in defiance, a sign Vena meant what she said. “I don’t care that you have no place to eat, and I’m not cooking. Especially for the likes of you.” She spun, and looked directly at Erac as she continued. “I don’t want you anymore.”
That’s my girl. She had come close enough that he could make out the tiny, whining voice on the other end of the line pleading with her to take him back. Jackass. The other woman couldn’t hold him. It had only been a matter of time.
“If you dare step foot on my property, ever darken my door again, I’ll have you handcuffed and thrown out on your sorry ass. Good riddance, Jason.” She slapped her phone shut, turned and stared at the sun as it finally slipped away.
Damn, I can’t see her eyes. Erac had to know if she was hurting inside. His answer came too soon, and far too painfully.
Vena walked over, slipped into his lap and laid her head against his chest. His blood boiled. Everything inside him coiled into a tight knot.
Her arm eased around his stiff neck, and the tears flowed. Rivulets ran down his chest, following the thin, unhealed gouges that remained from all the others she had cried for.
He wanted to wrap Vena in his arms, keep her there forever, and soothe away the anguish in her heart. Tears he couldn’t shed stung his eyes.
It had to be the last time. He couldn’t do this anymore.
Her wiggling in his lap to get more comfortable drove him insane with desire. Her soft ass rubbed against his cock, the pressure of it sweet agony. A slender hand rested lightly on his chest. She ran her palm over his nipple, sending shivers down his stiff spine.
Fuck, she feels so good.
Erac was hard as a rock. Literally.
And stone cold.