Release Day Naughtiness!!

Excuse me while I do a release day shimmy...
That's right folks, 'Jackie and Her Loose Talk' is now available as part of Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairy Tale line :)

I grew up with a love of all the classic fairytales. Instead of pocket money, my Mum and my Gran let me choose a Ladybird book every week after the grocery shopping. I remember those days well, even though I was only about five or six at the time and I still have my collection. Many of those books are inscribed with the name and date; priceless to me now that both of those wonderful women in my life have passed away.

I was reading Doris O'Connor's, 'The Last of His Kind', when I started to think about writing my own fairytale. I was obssessed with the notion of becoming an author at a very young age and here was an opportunity to write my very own Fairytale. Of course, I never dreamed it would include threesomes and hot sex scenes but when you hang around with the Nuthouse Scribblers, that sort of thing is inevitable <grin>

So, here it is. My modern, sexy take on the Jack and the Beanstalk tale. I hope you enjoy it!

Blurb – Jackie and Her Loose Talk

Jackie Thompson is the kiss and tell queen, prepared to sleep her way to fame and fortune. Her latest escapade with two footballers is on course to secure her future but she trades it for a handful of magic beans…or in this case, the address of a reclusive billionaire.

Scarred by his past, Viktor Torok hides away from the outside world. When Jackie barges into his life he lets her get away in an effort to protect his privacy. But he hasn’t counted on the unwanted attraction that rages between them on their second meet.

Can she break through his walls and help them heal each other?

Excerpt

A gentle tug on his wrist woke Viktor from a heavy slumber. Through sleepy eyes he could make out Jackie’s blurry form at the top of the bed. “What are you doing?”

            “I thought you’d never wake up.” Another tug on his other wrist and he tried to sit up to see for himself. With both arms above his head, he couldn’t move.

“What the fuck?” He tried again but found both wrists tied to the brass headboard with two of his silk ties.

Jackie straddled his waist, teasing his barely awake cock with her smooth pussy. “We’re going to work on a little trust exercise.”

“This doesn’t tally with the ‘fall back and I’ll catch you’ scenario we were taught on the training courses. I think I’d remember the ‘tie you naked to the bed and give you a boner’ version.” She leaned forward to test the knots, her breasts rubbing him into semi-arousal.

“Much more effective I find.” A little wiggle of her hips coaxed him into a full hard-on and she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes. “Now, why are you so reluctant for me to go down on you?”

He admired her direct approach; it didn’t leave room for lies. “It’s a delicate piece of my anatomy which I am reluctant to put anywhere it could get bitten off.”

Jackie eyed his swollen manhood. “It doesn’t look very delicate to me. In fact, not too long ago I think it tried to nail me to a tree trunk. So, have you always had this phobia of blowjobs?”

“You should have been a therapist you know. Although I think you need the glasses and hair in a bun to pull it off effectively.”

She slapped his thigh but rather than chastising him, the sharp sting excited him further. “I’m serious.”

“Since Carmen, I don’t trust anyone not to hurt me, physically or otherwise.” The truth finally emerged as Viktor came to terms with his fucked up view of the world and everyone in it.

To his relief, Jackie kept her business-like manner rather than pity him. “A wise man once told me to lie back and enjoy. So—” A wave of her hand shooed him back onto the pillow.

“Is this you acting out some sort of Domme fantasy?” Smart-mouthing her was the only stalling technique in his armory right now as panic set in. Am I ready to give myself over so completely to another woman?

“Now you come to mention it…” She took his cock in hand and rubbed the crown against her slit.

“Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something so you stop when I say?” Cold sweat broke out on his forehead at being totally at her mercy.

She let go so his cock slapped back on his belly. “You’re right. Hmm, what about Beanstalk?”

“Beanstalk?” He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not. What size of Beanstalk?

“Yeah. Because it leads to such wonderful treasures.” Not giving him time to preen, Jackie bowed her head and took his cock deep into her mouth.

He fought his bindings, and curled his toes; desperate to take charge of his own body but Jackie’s mouth was definitely calling the shots. The swirl of her tongue around his shaft and the soft lips circling his girth threw his idea of careful control into turmoil. While he tried to form a coherent plan to dominate the situation, the blinding white light of impending orgasm obliterated all thoughts except the party going on between his legs.

Just as Viktor started to go with the flow, Jackie drew back from the base of his shaft and slowly slid him free of her tight hold. “Here ends lesson one.”

Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jackie-and-her-loose-talk-by-jorja-lovett/

http://www.amazon.com/Jackie-Loose-Naughty-Fairy-ebook/dp/B008P4L85O/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1343290854&sr=8-5&keywords=jorja+lovett

Celebrating Independence Blog Hop

Independent Women

In honour of Independence Day I want to celebrate those strong heroines we remember from some of our favourite classic novels. Forget snivelling damsels waiting to be rescued...

I want a feisty leading lady who knows her own mind and challenges the hero to love her just the way she is. No matter how quirky she is or how big her bum looks in those skinny jeans.

Of course, a truly independent woman doesn't need a man to complete her but, well, as a reader I wants me some romance. Pride and Prejudice's Elizabeth Bennett is a forthright, opinionated character but that doesn't stop Mr Darcy being smitten.

I like to take my heroines on a journey of independence in their stories. Sometimes the hero is instrumental to helping her stand on her own two feet and other times he's just there for the sex! But by the end of the book I like to think she can live quite happily with or without a significant other.

Take the heroine from 'In Her Element', my story in The Blood Bar Chronicles. Ana starts off as a shy virgin who lives at home with mum but by the end, she's shagging in a public park with no intention of returning to her over-bearing mother.

'In Her Element' - Blurb

In Her Element by Jorja Lovett

When quiet Ana Chapman meets Fire Elemental, Zanaan, at the Blood Bar, a night of hot sex makes her realize just what she's been missing.

For the first time in her life, Ana Chapman is ready for a little excitement. Escaping her mother's tyranny in Belfast for one weekend in Edinburgh to meet her online writers' group seems more than enough to cope with. But her visit to the Blood Bar changes everything. Spontaneous public orgasms, supernatural beings, and teleportation weren't on her agenda for the trip. Neither was losing her virginity.

Zanaan is a Fire Elemental, who most humans can't see. When the shy Irish lass locks eyes with him in the bar, he's drawn to her, and this time it isn't the Salamander legend spurring his chase to bed a mortal. After a night of passion with Ana, he feels the effects immediately—he's losing his powers and becoming human. It's what he always wanted. Isn't it?

http://www.amazon.com/The-Alphas-Blood-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B007W1S8QI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1341080440&sr=8-1&keywords=the+blood+bar+chronicles

If you want to be in with a chance of winning a copy of The Blood Bar Chronicles Book One: The Alphas, just leave a comment with your e-mail address and I'll put you into the draw. Join in the hop here and find a whole host of fab authors offering prizes.

Author Spotlight on Kassanna

Today Kassanna is sharing an excerpt from her new release,Tell Me, Touch Me, Feel Me (Club Lexx Book Three)

Tagline

He’d have her by any means necessary, even if it meant overcoming her secrets and cutting off his family.

Blurb

Luther Lexington didn’t question why his brother sent for him, but
knowing John, he was sure he had his reasons. What he didn’t expect
was to find a mocha beauty, in the guise of security personnel that
threw her fists first and asked questions later. From the moment she
laid him low, he wanted to get her lower, as in under him.


Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx
security guard. Make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was
she to know he was the owner's little brother? Now he corners her
every chance he gets, and she doesn't have time to play.


Tanya harbors a secret, and if Luther didn’t stop chasing her…in the
end she could lose it all. That is, of course, if his brothers don't
ruin everything first.

Excerpt

After making sure all the lights were on, she took a good look at Luther. He’d removed his shoes and was stretching in the middle of the ring. With his chest bared she saw every ripple his muscles made. Cream filled her panties. Right now he’s the enemy, idiot. Stop letting him distract you. Tanya berated herself while trotting back to the ring. She climbed up and stared at him for a moment before crawling under the ropes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Why, you scared?”

“Of you? Phhhfffttt.” She blew a raspberry at him.

“So how do you want to do this?”

“Pin me. Two out of three wins.”

“Remember you agreed to this so don’t get mad at me when I win.”

“Bring it on.” Tanya raised her and crooked her fingers.

Luther didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her around the waist he went straight for her body. Scrambling, Tanya gripped his forearms while pushing back against his chest to loosen his hold then she dropped, slipping from his grasp. Tanya rolled between his legs and came up behind him. Kicking at the back of his knee he went down. Turning over before she could jump on his back he came up quickly to face her.

“I’m pretty sure that is an illegal move.” He limped back and forth.

“You didn’t say we were playing by rules. I’ll have to remember that.” Tanya wiped a hand down her face, hiding her smile.

“No, rules aren’t necessary. Glad to know where we stand.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.

They circled each other a few circuits around the ring. He tackled her legs, taking her down. They hit the mat with a thump. Pulling one leg from his grasp she twisted her body and tried to crawl from beneath him. Luther let go of her other leg and wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her back. He fell down on her body. She lay under his body, breathing hard and listening to his breath saw in and out of his lungs.

“You give?” His words came in short pants.

“Not even, you have to pin my shoulders.” Bucking, she got enough room between their bodies to slither free. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her, tugging her back toward him. Bringing her knees to her chest before he could fall on top of her, she heaved him up and off her. He didn’t move far, hustling to climb back on top of her. Tanya crab-walked to the side, eluded his grasp and rolled up onto her feet. Luther grabbed her shorts and pulled them down around her knees. Kicking her legs she shed her shorts and did a couple of hops to evade him. She looked down her body, and pursed her lips. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to throw her the clothing.

“No rules, remember?” Luther brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose. “Damn, you smell good.”

“Fuck you.”

“We did that already but I’d love to do it again.” He swung the material on his index finger.

She made a grab for it and missed. He swung her around and pushed her against the ropes. Covering her with his body, Luther lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, hard. Her mouth opened under his assault. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing pass her teeth, and tangled with hers. Her hands crept up his arms over his sweat-dampened skin and locked around his neck. He groaned into her mouth when her hands tousled his hair.

Luther lifted his head, looked her in the eye and flipped her around. Kissing the back of her neck and down her spine he pushed her over the top rope, bending her at the waist.

Slipping his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged. The fabric gave way and his fingers dug into the soft cheek of her ass as he kept her from flipping over onto the floor below.

“I want you,” he whispered as he dropped minute kisses along her shoulder blades.

“You can have me if you pin me.” She slipped out of his grasp, naked except for her bra. She stared at the length of his cock straining against his jeans. Meeting his stare, she arched a brow.

“I’m motivated, what can I say.” He shrugged.

Tanya couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up from her chest. “Come and get me, big boy.” She braced her feet in anticipation of his next move.

Luther charged for her, reminding her of a bull on the run. She held her ground, waiting to the last possible second. When he was within range, she gripped his bicep, and jumped off her toes. Wheeling around, she threw herself across his body, dropping him where he stood. The mat shook under their combined weight. Her breast pressed flat on his chest, she took two deep breaths before rising and shifting to crouch over him. With her arms straight and hands pushed against his shoulders, she leaned forward.

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Author Spotlight With Doris O'Connor

There are many perks to having crit partners but one of the best has to be getting a sneak peek at their fabulous work before anyone else. Today I have Doris O'Connor on my blog with Doric, who I was lucky to read about and drool over from the moment he popped into Doris's head.

The Last of His Kind Blurb:

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?


Excerpt

"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."

"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.

****

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

 "Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."

Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.

"Pick one."                                                           

"Nessie."

Thanks for sharing him with us Doris :)
How could anyone possibly resist him? *Swoon*

Buy links

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http://www.amazon.com/Last-Naughty-Fairy-Tales-ebook/dp/B008AQGJC4/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1

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Keyboards and Kink Blog Hop

There is much excitement amongst the Evernight author community with this week's release of the cyber anthology -

Keyboards and Kink

A night at home on the computer doesn’t have to be boring…

Feel like chatting? Or maybe doing something more daring? The stranger reaching out across cyberspace could be a creepy pervert, but what if he wasn’t? What if he’s a vampire, the sexy boy next door, or even your gorgeous boss? Thirteen tales explore all the delicious possibilities when online relationships lead to sexy encounters away from the keyboard.



Sounds good doesn't it? I was one of the lucky thirteen writers chosen to be part of this amazing project and I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement!

My story is called Up All Night. Here's a little taster...

Up All Night

When the humiliation of a leaked sex tape leaves Melissa a recluse and unable to sleep, she finds solace in a chatroom for insomniacs. The enigmatic 'NightStalker' befriends her online but when she agrees to meet him, Melissa doesn't realise the nature of the beast she's inviting into her home...

Excerpt

When Melissa settled herself between Daniel's thighs and licked her lips, his cock jerked in anticipation. But there was something about the sultry look she shot up at him that halted his lusty train of thought and redirected it to a faint memory. He frowned trying to remember just where he had seen her before.

She frowned back at him. “I don’t want you staring at me.”

“What?” It seemed ridiculous. Of course he was going to watch her giving him head. That was half the fun.

She reached into the bedside cabinet, pulled out a silver silk scarf, and proceeded to tie it around his head.

“Well, this is interesting.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm from his voice but he let her carry on regardless.

Sight restricted, he had to let his other senses take over—the smell of her shower fresh scent mixed with her arousal, the taste of her still on his tongue, the sound of rustling sheets as she repositioned herself, and the touch of her tongue licking a path from his balls to the head of his cock.

She circled the tip, teasing him until she called forth the first sign of cum, and then sucked him into a vortex of whirling tongue and friction. Relentless lips pulled him ever closer to nirvana, leaving him powerless to hide his body’s reaction. It wasn’t the cum squirting into her willing mouth that concerned him, but the fangs which popped out to show their appreciation.

Keyboards and Kink will be available from Evernight Publishing on the 8th June.

To celebrate the release, the authors are holding a mini blog-hop where you can comment to win a copy of Keyboards and Kink. All you have to do is leave a comment containing your e-mail address to be entered into the draw.

 If you jump on over to the other blogs now you can read snippets of the other stories and it also means you have twelve chances to win!

 Good luck xx

Participating Authors



Sandra Bunino

Danica Avet 

Vanessa Devereaux 

Melissa Hosack

Raven McAllen

Kassanna

Annalynne Russo 

Ashlynn Monroe

Casey Moss  

Xandra James

Jorja Lovett 

Eve Meridian 

Author Spotlight With Adonis Devereux

Today I am welcoming the fabulous Adonis Devereux today to my blog, with a sneak peek at their fabulous new release, The Twelve Naughty Princesses. Take it away Adonii...

Thank you so much, Jorja, for hosting us today! We are Adonis Devereux, a husband-wife writing team. It's wonderful to be here talking about our newest release, The Twelve Naughty Princesses. This piece is quite a departure for us, as usually we write stories set in our own fantasy world of Gilalion. But when we got the idea for this story, we set everything else aside and wrote like mad. We got swept up into the story, and I must say that the result was … well, be warned. Just about everything that can have a warning is in this. Spanking, voyeurism, bondage, three- and four-way sex, magical curses, and one lonely soldier caught up in the midst of it all! 

Here are our author links.

Where we are:

Blog –             http://boundlessasthesea.blogspot.com

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/adonis.devereux

FB author page – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Adonis-Devereux/250061305038584

Twitter – http://twitter.com/#!/AdonisDevereux

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Adonis-Devereux/e/B0067XK2CU

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5336502.Adonis_Devereux

Email – adonis.devereux@gmail.com

The Twelve Naughty Princesses - Blurb

Max is a soldier down on his luck, and when the king sends out a call for volunteers to solve the mystery of the twelve dancing princesses, Max figures he has nothing to lose, nothing, of course, except his head if he should fail. Max has faced death before and doesn't fear it, but when he meets the princesses, all lovely, light-hearted, and battling constant exhaustion due to their mysterious nightly escapades, he realizes he could lose his heart as well. To win his princess, Max must break the spell. But he must face the truth that the twelve princesses are terribly naughty and do much more than just dance, and he will have to join in the amorous festivities himself to get them out.

Excerpt

Each princess chose two dancing partners, and an invisible orchestra struck up a waltz. The music fell like dew drops and moonlight over the room, coating everyone and everything in its beauty, doubling in Max his longing for Alaren. She fell into the arms of one of her partners, leaning back into his chest. He cradled her in his powerful arms, and they swayed together. The other man joined them, and Alaren was pressed between their flesh. They moved with the waltz, their feet unerringly skipping across the ballroom floor while their bodies undulated against one another. They moved like waves in the sea. Each thrust evoked a pull. When one exhaled, the other inhaled. Grab and swirl, push and grind, the dancers performed their sex-waltz. Max brought himself almost to climax before he stopped suddenly, letting his cock go as it twitched in anticipation of orgasm. He knew how to build up his cum for a final, explosive release. He grabbed his cock again and resumed stroking.
       Perdita, the mistress of the ball, walked around to different trios of dancers and administered light spankings where she thought appropriate. Some of the twins she upbraided for not giving themselves to the night, for not dancing with all the passion they could muster. The princesses giggled and moaned, enjoying every moment of their punishment. Max wondered if some of them did not dance badly on purpose just so they could get spanked. After being disciplined, the twins danced with greater heat as they wiggled their buttocks on their partners' growing cocks. Perdita walked on, and the expression on her face reminded Max of a matron of a particular cat-house he used to visit regularly. Everyone had assumed that due to her severity, she hated men and wanted nothing to do with them. But Max had known better. Over her own protestations, he gave her a good fucking one night, taking her instead of one of her girls. That was just what she had needed, and he had known that. Whenever he went back there, he always fucked her. Perdita was much the same way. She looked stern and intimidating, but Max knew all she needed – all she wanted – was a forceful cock inside her that would not spurt within the first minute of intercourse. Strong women had that effect on men. They needed even stronger men with even greater stamina to topple them and give them the orgasms they craved.           
       Max returned his attention to Alaren, and his cock regained its vigor. Alaren was the woman for him; there was no doubt about it. She was what he needed. Max lost track of time. He did not know how long he stood there jacking off, but the music finally ended. The princesses’ slippers were worn through. They must have danced for hours, but how time flowed in the faery realm Max did not know. He was still as horny as ever. The princesses were all covered in sweat, their hair drenched and clinging to her skin, their corsets moving up and down with their labored breathing.

Wow! Thanks for stopping by and sharing this with us :)

Thanks again, Jorja, for having us here.

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My Avengers

Last week I went to see The Avengers. Now, I'm no comic book nerd and I wasn't strong-armed into going, I just couldn't resist all that male totty!

There's something for everyone isn't there - Iron Man, the billionaire playboy; Thor, the pumped hero; Captain America, the wholesome good guy and my personal favourite, the Hulk. Well, come on it's Mark Ruffalo and some of the best scenes in the movie!

It got me thinking about my own leading men and how they would form their very own superhero team - The Knee Tremblers.

Smith Masterson (Into the Wild) is definitely my All-American hero;

Edifu (Pyramid of Passion) has that perfect sculpted physique to make you tremble;

 and Zanaan (In her Element) has that cocky attitude and self-confidence to rival any hotshot,

but I don't have my Hulk :(

The closest I have is Daniel (Up all Night) who is a vampire in the upcoming Keyboards and Kink anthology. But he's more about the sex than the anger ;)

So I guess that's my next project - a hero with a dark side that even he's afraid of. Ooh, I like the sound of him already...and yeah, will probably involve more Joe Manganiello inspiration.