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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: What's our recipe for something sweet? Just take a group of Torquere authors, add hot men, throw on the sugar, and shake. Pour Some Sugar On It does just that, bringing you sweet tales of lust and love, all with a dash of sugar. From werewolves with sweet tooths to candymakers and their confectionary assistants, we've got chocolate lovers and honey abusers, berry farmers and ice cream aficionados, and they've all got one thing in common -- they're hot and they're sweet. We've brought together all the best ingredients for one sweet anthology: a cup of high fantasy from Gabriel West and pound of urban fantasy from Misa Izanaki and G.R. Richards. We have a touch of paranormal from Julia Talbot, a dash of BDSM from Sean Michael. Throw in the freshest contemporaries from Lee Benoit, Heidi Champa, Cari Z, Rob Rosen, Emily Moreton, and Kiernan Kelly and we have the hottest, sweetest recipe going. So take a dive into these sticky, gooey, and yes, sweet stories. You won't even need to brush your teeth when you're done. Stories include: Sweet Tooth by Julia Talbot Going to Eleven by Lee Benoit One Foxy Man by Misa Izanaki A Prince Among Princes by G.R. Richards Drink Deep From the Cup of Victory by Gabriel West Best Birthday Ever by Heidi Champa Favorite Dish by Cari Z The Candyman Can by Rob Rosen Banana Ice Cream by Emily Moreton Chocolate Dreams by Kiernan Kelly Brownies: A Hammer Story by Sean Michael
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [222 KB]
Words: 50206
Reading time: 143-200 min.

Shiloh has a sweet tooth.

I don't mean a little one, either. My wolf has a serious jones for sweet stuff. He loves chocolate, especially with caramel and nuts and all. He's not fond of most of the fruit desserts; says that wolves don't love that kind of thing. Cherries. Those and grapes are about it, and man was he disappointed to know that grapes are kinda poisonous to him.

Well, to us, because the first damned thing he did when we started getting serious was bite me and make me a werewolf, too. Good thing I like pecans instead of almonds, huh? No poisoning for me. Almonds are as bad for us as grapes.

Is it any wonder that I take great pleasure sometimes in being the doctor, and thus the voice of doom? I mean, talk about a change in my schedule. Now I have to plan around the full moon and shit, and run my clinic, too. I like to be flexible, but sometimes it gets me a little frazzled.

Thank God for Tony, my assistant, who not only bought the werewolf thing hook, line, and sinker, but who moved to the new clinic with me. Tony's my right hand man, my best bud, and while I know he's queer, he's a guy's guy, so he's way more useful when I need to talk about Shiloh than the girls are.

"So what do you think I should do, man?" I asked Tony when I was planning on the big anniversary date I wanted to take Shiloh on. The full moon had just passed, so I could plan something really nice and not worry about someone sprouting whiskers or something. No one had to worry about hopping in the hot tub and coming out smelling like a wet dog.

"Hell if I know, dude. I mean, Shiloh is the manliest queer guy I've ever met, aside from maybe you. Frou-frou restaurants are probably out."

"Yeah. Yeah, I imagine so." I chewed a thumbnail, which always made Tony frown at me. These days at least I could tell him I had far less bacteria in my mouth than the average human. "Maybe I should just skip to dessert."

"Hey, not a bad idea. He loves those chocolate covered cherries." Damn good thing chocolate wasn't bad for weres. God knew it was bad for dogs.

"He does." That was one of the few fruits he'd eat as long as they were in cream and chocolate. So, chocolate covered cherries, some whipped cream. I could get him hyped up on sugar and take advantage of him all night long. "Maybe I'll get a honeymoon suite in some crazy hotel."

"There you go. Hot tub, heart-shaped bed." Tony wrinkled his nose. "Not like you can get diseases anymore."

"Oh. Ew." Yeah, but germs were still kinda gross. No one wanted to think about some grandma sitting in a public hot tub and using her bathing suit like a teabag. Maybe we'd just stay home. We had a whirlpool tub and a king-sized bed. That would be good, especially if I got some plastic lined sheets or something. Chocolate all over the bed would make Shiloh crazy eventually. He'd roll around licking things and sniffing.

Tony just grinned at me. Asshole. He knew that my doctor-y instincts would eventually overrun the whole pleasure principle. He knows me too damned well.

"Go on and set things up, boss. I got the night shift."