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Spilled Passion

by Erin O'Quinn

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Aidan Williamson has been plucked from his routine constable life to the harrowing existence of an undercover detective, damn near under the skirts of Her Majesty the Queen. His first two cases have taken him to places close to Balmoral Castle, where she and her retinue are set to stay for the summer. 

This case is no different. 

From a bothy—a stone hut—below Devil’s Point to Queen Vic’s old “Widow’s House,” the killing field seems to grow closer to home as the Queen’s holiday grows nearer. Now a hidden crime has been uncovered in the same place the royal party is set to visit soon. And Police Scotland is not amused.

Enter Aidan, rookie dick, who’s struggling to confront his demons—and his angels too. Who’s the killer? A pillar of the local church…a couple of horny adolescents…a protective kinsman of the dead man’s wife…or the sweet widow herself?

This time around, the edges are blurred more than ever, as mystery spills over into romance.

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Their lovemaking was never the same, not ever. Maybe because both of them were different men every day. Aidan was sure his lover took inspiration from the crags and braes and clouds, from the night-hunting owls, from the promise and threat of his native Highlands. As for himself—a man with restless brain syndrome—every day was a mystery to be solved, a challenge to be faced. And Logan was the constant itch on his heart.

Logan rose from the floor and switched on the table lamp near the room’s only chair, a soggy leather recliner.

“I like the dark, Aidan—” he settled down again next to him “—but I today I need all of ye. Come, sit on my face…let me taste first.”

“Radge,” Aidan muttered, smiling.

“Aye, crazy for ye, lad.”

Lying on his back, he drew Aidan down, dick first, to meet his tongue, while his splayed fingers worked their slow way into his aching ass.


Aidan spread his legs, letting Logan raise and lower his desperate prick into his hot mouth…out again…in, deeper deeper deeper…

“Stop, stop it, Logan. I’ll come—”

“Aye, lad, I hope so.”

A howl of pleasure-pain…he hardly recognized his own voice.

The spate of hot cum was an infinity of joy, an endless release. And when Logan sucked the last drop from his shaft, he settled Aidan’s ass over his demon’s penis, while their mouths met over the spilled carnage. 

“Nou, nou, the filling of the hollow…”

Logan fucked him slow and fast, sucked his tongue, lifting and dropping him over the cairn of his groin. The filling was a burst of pain and a slow column of white-hot fire. 

“Fuck fuck fuck…”

Aidan moaned his need, felt Logan’s scalding cum rocket up his ass, and came again, longer and stronger, while Logan sucked and bucked and fucked, silent and complete and content.

He collapsed on his lover’s chest, feeling the heartbeat pummel his ear, wondering for the thousandth time why Logan never cried out in passion.

Maybe some day, he will. If I ever tell him the right words. Some day.


This novella and its two predecessors are all spin-offs from an earlier novel, Sleeping with Danger, fourth of the Nevada Highlander series.

About the Author

Erin O'Quinn was born almost literally on the side of a mountain in Nevada and was hauled kicking and screaming into the nearest town, fifty miles away, to attend first grade. To this day, she claims to be kindergarten-deprived.

O'Quinn earned a few degrees from the University of So. California, but her real education began on the back docks of the Las Vegas (NV) Review-Journal newspaper; on the good-old-boy car lots in Abilene, TX where she sold new Chryslers and used cars; and in a big-box store in Austin, TX where she alternately hauled pallets and ran a garden center.

You'll find a lot of action-adventure, and a character-centered, plot-centered group of seven series and a few stand-alones

Of 46 published works for adults, 33 (I think) are in the gay lit (M/M) genre. From the Noble Dimensions series (small town/contemporary) to Old World Ireland, Jacobite-era  and modern Scotland; and back to the retro world of Ireland in the Roaring 20s, she says, "My men, and my settings, are no-frills, no hearts and flowers. But I think a certain nobility and even spiritual element often creep in among the honest sexual feelings."

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Settle back, enjoy what Erin O'Quinn calls "literotica with a flare for the unusual...thoughtful and with passions too big for their britches."