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Dance Wars (Box Set)

Author(s): Sophia Titheniel

Book Summary

Lachlan enjoys living on the edge, and in a war-torn land rife with savagery, life as a Pony Express Rider puts good cash in his pockets and, on occasion, a roof over his head. Any roof will do. Doesn't have to be his.

Until his path clashes with Adair's. At the Chlodwig, a ramshackle pub renowned for its dance fights and high stakes betting, Lachlan and Adair's heated argument turns into something far more raw and powerful. This time, Lachlan's met his match -- in a werewolf.

What started as a down and dirty one-night stand grows into something more, but what they have can't last forever -- not when their lives are so diametrically opposed. It's a win all, lose all bet when Lachlan walks into the Chlodwig with a crew of his own, challenging Adair in a dance fight that will either cost him his lover, or win him forever...

This collection contains the previously released novellas Left Side of the Moon, Ruled by You, Bad Moon Rising, and Last Night Stand.


Praise for Left Side of the Moon

"[Left Side of the Moon] is a very strong but very erotic book...the author was able to go outside the usual boundaries."

-- Elisa Rolle Reviews

"Left Side of the Moon is a rough and arousing tale of living on the edge. Sophia Titheniel has created a scorching beginning with this impressive first book of the Dance Wars series; I look forward to the next enjoyable episode."

4 Nymphs! -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs

"Ms. Titheniel has a knack for writing very hot and steamy gay fiction. Can't wait to read more of her books!"

5 stars! -- blondie, Rainbow Reviews

"Ms. Titheniel does a wonderful job of creating characters you can't help but enjoy."

-- NeNe, Fallen Angel Reviews

"The excellent writing and truly smoking hot sex scenes make this a book I was unable to put down."

-- Cactus, Whipped Cream Reviews

"When you want some really hot man love, you want to pick up and read Dance Wars: Left Side of the Moon."

-- Tina, TwoLips Reviews

Praise for Ruled By You

"Ruled By You is the second installment in the Dance Wars series. No matter the danger, Lachlan will risk everything to be with the man he loves, including his life. Added to that visual, are some sizzling love scenes and I had a very enjoyable reading experience."

4.5 Nymphs! -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs

"I started reading the first few pages and thought to myself 'I'm not going to like this at all', but after really getting into this book I absolutely loved it."

5 Stars! -- blondie, Rainbow Reviews

"Ms. Titheniel is as vivid as always in her description of the characters, settings, and of course the battles."

-- NeNe, Fallen Angel Reviews

"I flew through this book with its easy and quick pacing and tight writing. There is no doubt that there is more to the story of these men and their passionate connection."

-- Cactus, Whipped Cream Reviews

"The eroticism between Adair and Lachlan is still blazing hot."

-- Sarai, Bitten by Books

Praise for Bad Moon Rising

"Bad Moon Rising in this installment of the Dance Wars series, the amazing Sophia Titheniel delivers an emotional arrow right to the heart. This is a fascinating and very erotic series with well defined characters that I thoroughly enjoy; I look forward to the next episode of the tantalizing saga."

5 Nymphs! -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs

"Like the previous two books in Sophia Titheniel's Dance Wars series Bad Moon Rising is packed with hot sex, danger, and sweaty, sexy men. I enjoyed this offering and was happy to revisit Adair and Lachlan."

-- Haley, Fallen Angel Reviews

"Sophia has outdone herself on this next installment of Dance Wars and can't wait to read the next one. Bravo Sophia!"

4½ Stars! -- blondie, Rainbow Reviews

"Bad Moon Rising is an emotional and compelling read and a must read for all lovers of the Dance Wars series."

4½ Lips! -- Tina, TwoLips Reviews

"For as well written and concise as the series has been so far, this book is no exception. The fast paced plot and easy reading make this story one that I read quickly and happily. Engaging characters with realistic drama combine with genuine emotion to give a satisfying story."

-- Cactus, Whipped Cream Reviews

Praise for Last Night Stand

"Sophia Titheniel has created an outstanding series of well written plots, intense characters on an emotional roller coaster and a dash of humor in every installment. I thoroughly enjoyed this series and will be watching for her next venture."

5 Nymphs! -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs

"In the fourth installment in the Dance Wars series, Sophia Titheniel delivers on Lachlan's intentions from Bad Moon Rising. As explosive as ever, we almost revisit some of the scenes from the first book in this series, but with heightened emotions and character strength."

-- Sarai, Bitten by Books

"The heat of the sex scenes, which are many and varied, fill the story with a gritty erotica that will definitely get your blood flowing."

-- Cactus, Whipped Cream Reviews

"The battles are a thing of beauty. Gyrating hips, funky thumping beats, and feats that defy gravity, rolled up to create lusty scenes with the ability to entice. In addition, the sex, as always is enough to rival any volcano's unleashed fury. While this series is over, I am sure Sophia Titheniel will write new stories for our reading pleasure and I plan to be there for each new book."

-- NeNe, Fallen Angel Reviews
Dance Wars Collection
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Excerpt from Left Side of the Moon

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The barroom's nothing short of dismal inside, dirty and dank, but there's a fire crackling beneath a wide, finely carved marble fireplace. Lachlan wonders where it came from. Maybe the Pentagon? It was rumored to be on this side of town.

His skin tingles at the abrupt but welcome change in temperature. The few people scattered about are playing rounds of cards or nursing their own drinks, each of them indifferent to the new arrival, and that suits Lachlan just fine. He takes off his jacket, throwing it on an empty stool in front of the bar, and raps the wooden surface with his knuckles. "D'ya have any JD?"

The barman, a carbon copy of every other barman Lachlan's met on his roaming around the country, looks at him from underneath a bushy eyebrow and plucks the cigar out of his mouth to speak. "Money up front."

Lachlan slips a hand underneath his jacket, plucks two bills out of the elastic band that keeps his savings together and hands them to the barman. The man eyes him up and down with a slight sneer, then limps off and disappears behind a curtain half-hidden by darkness and dust.

Must be where he keeps his stock. Lachlan twiddles his fingers and huffs out a sigh. He'd swear he can hear his frozen, tired limbs purring with contentedness at the newfound warmth. If it weren't for the fact that he's at the pit of the known world and to stay safe he needs to keep moving, he'd curl up and sleep for twelve hours straight.

"Downstairs."

The barman reappears to deliver that message, popping up practically out of thin air. The unexpected swift movement makes the hair at the back of Lachlan's neck stand up in discomfort. He nods and grabs the brass token the man's handed to him, picking up his jacket and walking in the direction the bartender indicates.

The rickety staircase, illuminated only by naked light bulbs set around the railings, looks dangerous, so Lachlan's cautious as he descends. As he approaches the bottom of the stairs, he hears the faint thump, thump, thump of music filtering from the latched door. He pulls at the hook screwed in the center that serves as a knob, and blanches at the deafening volume he's met with the second the door opens.

He sets off, eyes peeled, his fingers curled around the handle of his knife. A guy can never be too careful. Pubs and clubs in the cities are a bit of a sanctuary for all those creatures who couldn't disguise themselves in the "human" world. The clientele in the basement, though, looks exactly the same as the one you would see in any regular bar in the country, and for an instant Lachlan feels a bit let down. With a setup like that, he was at least expecting a couple of vampires.

A woman with a red corset saunters over, draping herself over his back. Lachlan goes rigid, his hand tightening around his knife. "Not interested," he says calmly, the pocket where he's hidden his money burning.

"You here for the fights, sugar?"

The fights? "That's right." He grabs her wandering hand and pushes her away, none too gently. "And I'm not interested."

The music's even louder now that he's fully in the room. An opening lies before him, between the tables, right in front of the bar. People are pushing at each other for the best viewing spots, some of them exchanging money and talking excitedly among themselves. Lachlan frowns, the brass coin heavy in his palm. For fuck's sake, he just wants a bottle of whiskey already.

Instead of making a fuss about it, he takes a seat in front of the bar, craning his neck to try and locate the person he has to hand the coin to. The sooner he leaves, the better. If he makes good time, the Dulles station is twenty-five miles west, and a good night of sleep sounds just about fantastic right now.

The barman walks up to him, taking a dour glance at Lachlan's coin. Either he's an identical twin of the barman upstairs, or he's a clone, or maybe all barmen look the same -- Lachlan doesn't care. It's even warmer here. A slight sweat's starting to bead on the nape of his neck, and his long hair is sticking to his skin. He rubs his hand over his neck as if to displace an irksome fly. Turning to toss the hair off his shoulder, he stops abruptly when he finds himself looking across the bar into the brightest gray eyes he's ever seen. They look like molten silver, like shards of moonlight around large, black pupils.

Lachlan blinks and leans across the bar for a better look. The guy's still staring, unmoving, as if he's waiting for something or someone, and Lachlan fights the urge to turn his head and see if he's looking at anyone else beside him.

"Here," the barman grunts, the bottle landing in front of Lachlan with a heavy thunk. Lachlan feels like crying in relief. He grabs at the neck of the bottle and tips it back, taking a long, blissfully scorching hot sip. It burns in his throat and in his empty stomach, but he doesn't mind. Limbs that he hadn't quite thought were still connected to his body waken, making him feel more alive than he's been in quite a few hours. Bless you, whiskey.

He fills his flask, finishing in a single gulp the glassful left over, and, handing the empty bottle back to the barman, decides it's time to head back out on the road. If nothing happens, he'll manage to be at the station in less than an hour.

"Want to take a chance there?"

Lachlan looks down at a bucketful of dollar bills held by some clown who's up in his face and frowns. "Take a chance on what?"

"Leave it, Riff."

A shiver runs down Lachlan's back. He knows who the voice belongs to even before he raises his eyes to meet the man's compelling, liquid gray ones. "He's one of them bikers," the man says like it's an insult.


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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 05491-01759
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date Published: 01/24/2013
Publisher: Changeling Press

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