Enter The Layer by Carlanime Bligh -- Nisha is gifted with special powers of love and intimacy, and decides it's time to take her new powers for a test drive.
Catching Adan by Michelle Hasker -- Rayna wants more from Adan than their current friends-with-benefits relationship. But Adan's got a secret –- he's a werewolf. Is it worth risking what they've got for a chance at so much more?
Special Training by Selena Illyria -- Some spanking and a bit of sex is what Michelle needs to get her magikal focus back, and off of her sexy vampire mentor.
Flying Into Paradise by Cynthia Sax -- A blue-eyed captain brings an island myth to life.
Sweet Haunting by B.J. McCall -- While waiting for the next aftershock from a recent earthquake, Bayley's prayers are answered in a most unexpected way.
Deep Feelings by Kira Stone -- A shipwrecked vampire and a Caribbean water god -- Is this a match made in Heaven or will each swim with the fishes alone?
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"This anthology is jam packed with paranormal activity. From ghosts to vampires and shifters, to other things I can't really explain, this story has something for any paranormal lover."
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Carlanime Bligh, Michelle Hasker, Selena Illyria, Cynthia Sax, B.J. McCall and Kira Stone
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She was almost asleep when the voice woke her. "I have found the Layer. May she be blessed by Erzulie, sometimes called Oshun."
Nisha blinked and sat up. "What was that about the ocean?" She rubbed her eyes and then abruptly came completely awake. There was a strange man at the foot of the bed, dressed in a long black coat and wearing his black fedora pulled low over his face. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"
"I came to speak to you, Nisha."
"Speak to the cops. I'm calling them now." Thank God for speed dial. She fumbled her cell phone open, nudging Slade sharply in the ribs. He didn't move.
"It won't work." The stranger spoke with the patient weariness of someone who'd had this conversation before. "Look, we're in a kind of frozen moment in time, all right? I'm here to inform you of your destiny."
"A frozen moment in time? How the hell does that work?"
The stranger shrugged. "Don't ask me, I'm not one of the tech guys. I find 'em, inform 'em, and train 'em. That's it. Can we get on with this? I'm here to inform you of your destiny."
"You've said that twice now. Inform, already." Without taking her eyes off this nutcase's face, Nisha stood up and edged her way around the room, groping behind her with both hands for some kind of weapon. She felt Slade's golf clubs with a sense of profound relief. Never had his yuppie habits been more valuable.
She risked a glance back at the bed. Slade still hadn't moved. She wasn't even sure he was breathing. "What did you do to him?"
"I told you, frozen moment --"
"-- in time, yeah, you said that. Look, if you've hurt him, then the cops are going to be scraping bits of you off the wall and using your teeth for identification, do you understand me?"
"He's fine. He won't even remember we had this conversation. Could you, uh, stop menacing me with that thing?"
"No," said Nisha, tightening her grip on the golf club.
He sighed again, but he didn't back away or even look overly concerned, which made her wonder just how crazy he was. Maybe he was on something. Tranquilizers. But his speech wasn't slurred, just bizarre.
As if to underline that last thought, the guy launched into a monologue. "You've been chosen for a very important task. Into each generation the Layers are born --"
"Slayers," she corrected. "And I'm pretty sure that's under copyright."
"I did not say slayers. I said Layers. Could you stop interrupting?"
When Nisha didn't answer he sighed once again and went back to his speech. "The Layers are those born with the power to reshape reality through the heat of their desires and the intensity of the pleasure they bestow on their partners."
Nisha raised one eyebrow and looked at Slade. He had been pretty satisfied, true, but she doubted it had done anything to reality.
"Now, with so much suffering in the world, your destiny is more important than ever. It is up to you to use your sexual skills to heal and protect humanity. Don't give up your day job, by the way. Layer gigs mostly take place at night."
Nisha snorted. "You really are insane," she said, almost admiringly. You had to give the guy credit for creativity, anyway.
"I'll be in touch." The stranger tipped his hat and vanished. Really vanished. He didn't walk out of the room, or jump out a window. He just suddenly wasn't there anymore.
Slade was leaning on one elbow, looking at her. "You coming back to bed, darling? It's a bit late to be practicing your putting."