BioMisha Horne writes about sexy, kinky, somewhat angsty men discovering who they really are and what they really want... and finding that certain someone they can be themselves with. Expect lots of spanking, serious dirty talk, explicit sex, and untidy emotion. Sometimes love gets involved. Okay, usually love gets involved. But, mostly by accident.<br /> <br /> Misha kicks about in Chicago, where, if she's not writing, there's a good chance she's reading, obsessing over the Red Sox, drinking cheap wine, or losing at Mario Kart for the ten millionth time. If it's a super productive day, maybe all those at once!
Free Book Giveaways
I am not Chase Finland’s boyfriend. Ask him and he’ll tell you. He’ll say it loudly if he’s been drinking, or if there’s a crowd around. Chase and I grew up together in a crumbling trailer park, dreaming dreams so big they didn’t have words. Then one of us got famous. And the other one came along. He’s not the guy he used to be. He doesn’t treat me like he once did. But we’re addicted to each other, in so deep it’s too late to walk away. Now, someone wants to give me all the things Chase won’t. Someone wants to cover my body in the kisses and bruises that I secretly crave. Wants to give me the pain I need and the pleasure I don’t deserve. The kindness just might kill me, but I can’t seem to help myself. I won’t tell Chase, but it doesn’t matter. After all, he’s not my boyfriend.
Please Come at Home for Christmas
“Get down on all fours. Reindeer style.” With Brad and Rex both home from college, their first Christmas as stepbrothers is looking less than merry. Just because Rex is hot as hell doesn't mean Brad wants to spend the holidays with a bully and an asshole. Their parents getting married doesn’t mean he has to like the guy. But, when they're forced to decorate the tree together, fighting turns to flirting, and the box of Christmas decorations suddenly gets a lot more interesting... This lightly taboo holiday story includes peppermint kisses in naughty places, bondage by tinsel, and a well used wooden spoon that should never be used for baking cookies again. Length: 10,000 words of dirty, naughty holiday fun.
When He Was Bad
“There’s no way you’re a bigger pervert than I am. Go on. Shock me.” Jesse has a secret. A kink. One he’s never going to tell Brian about. He’ll just quietly work it out himself. In the shower. Every morning. Until the day Brian catches him off guard. Asks him about his fantasies. Once he finds out Jesse’s hiding something, Brian wants all the embarrassing, excruciating details. Right. Now. Jesse’s in big trouble. Which is exactly where he wants to be. This steamy 5000 word short story features M/M sexual situations and humiliating admissions of secret spanking fantasies.