After spending years in foster care, Bonnie Blakley starts her bid for independence only to find herself attracted to single dad Morgan Masterson.

Morgan finds his attraction to Bonnie as a betrayal to his wife who passed away.

Can Bonnie get over her fear of family to forge a future with Morgan and his toddler Maddie?

Does family really matter?

Book Summary

Johann is imprisoned in a dungeon, sentenced to remain until she spins straw into gold. Then a fairy comes to offer her a wicked bargain. He's like no man she's ever met, and he'll spin straw into gold if she'll be his sex slave. If she can guess his name, the sensual spell will end.

But after time with him, she finds she doesn't want to end his possession of her body -- or her soul.

"Ms. Jay takes the reader along as Johann discovers her body’s responses to her Master’s demands. The author weaves a sweet love story into Johann’s desire to please her fairy Master."

"The relationship the two have is quick and hot and we see the love begin to blossom from both Rumpelstiltskin and Johann."

Book Summary

Jerry has been watching his neighbors through a telescope from his apartment on the 46th floor, and he likes what he sees. Apparently, they do too.

"...a quick, hot read about high rise neighbors who like to watch!"

Book Summary

Ross has just risen to leadership in a post-revolutionary world. Lucien is the majordomo at the new ruler's great house. Though he has admired Ross from afar and fantasizes about sex with the handsome leader, he's taken by surprise when Ross returns his interest.

Lucien knows that an affair with a lover he'll never have outside of the bedroom will break his heart, but refusing a man as compelling as Ross isn't an option. Will radicals bent on assassinating the new leader destroy their love or fortify it?

"A short story, Tip of the Iceberg by Saloni Quinby is perfect entertainment for when you want something quick but oh so satisfying."

"Ross and Lucien are fully developed characters, especially Lucien... plenty of plot to progress the story. This is a well-rounded story MM fans will enjoy as I did."

Book Summary

Harm Germaine is an alpha in training who embraces his ability to be man or dog. Meeting his mate, who happens to be human, gives him second thoughts about what he is, and finding a way to tell her causes the always-in-control alpha to lose control.

Elle Naylor's caught his scent, can't get it or Harm out of her mind. Strong and stubborn, Elle knows she's found the one man who can make her life complete.

A stray shepherd, a series of accidental mishaps, and Harm becomes sure of one thing: Elle loves dogs! But will she love him when she finds out that's exactly what he is?
Shepherd's Watch 4: Controlled
J. Hali Steele
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Copyright (c)2012 J. Hali Steele

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Hell wouldn't have seemed like a bad proposition to the asshole lying in the stagnant, garbage-strewn water had he known he was dealing with monsters.

"Oh, God, please!" Boots scraped asphalt in the alley as the jerk tried to scoot away.

"Aww, hell no." Looming over six feet tall, Court grabbed the miscreant's shirt collar and shoved his face into the slimy puddle beside the dumpster. Straddling the bloodied man, he asked, "You did not just take the Lord's name in vain?"

"Let him go, man." Not only was Harm late checking in with a very important client, he was tired, hungry and cold. Changing, covering his body in fur, would solve the latter, but it was too late. Why did they have to run into this son-of-a-bitch manhandling his girlfriend? The woman silently huddled in the dimly lit corner of their apartment building. A few minutes earlier, a few later, this sordid situation would have gone unnoticed. "He's a coward. I don't think he'll come back around here." Harm strode over, took hold of the man and snatched him to his feet. "Am I right?"

"You can have the bitch, please, just let me go."

"Jackass, you said one word too many." Harm drew back and cold-cocked the bastard. Lifting him high, he told Court, "Open the dumpster. He can go out with tomorrow's trash." The unconscious body bumped loudly on the bottom where he'd be found in the morning by sanitation workers.

"Hey, stop, don't put him in there!"

Turning in unison, the brothers gaped. Court spoke up. "Lady, your boyfriend was getting ready to seriously kick your ass."

Belongings from her purse lay scattered on the pavement. Watching her stoop down to collect them, Harm's head tilted quizzically. "Are you kidding?" She couldn't possibly be upset at how they handled the creep.

"First off, he's not my boyfriend. The dirty rotten sucker stole my wallet with my credit cards and money. It's in his back pocket." Straightening, she glared angrily in the direction of the trash container. "You arrived in time to prevent anything else."

"Glad we could help." Harm twisted toward Court. "Get the wallet."

"You think I'm climbing into that stink hole?" Court's hands dusted his still immaculate jacket, brushed at his pants and pinched the razor-sharp crease. "Brother, you've lost your goddamn mind."

"Jesus Christ, get the wallet."

"I'm not getting in there, Harm. No way."

"Oh hell, both of you shut the fuck up." Short legs ate up the distance from the wall to the dumpster. "And you're both blasphemous idiots. Talk about taking the Lord's name in vain. I'll get it myself."

Before Harm could move, she'd grabbed the container's lip and hiked a luscious, petite body over the edge. His jaw dropped and he glared at Court. "She just jumped in the trash."

"Good, because I wasn't going in there."

They spun toward the dumpster when they heard a loud smack. "Take my fucking wallet." Another crack. "Teach your sorry ass some manners."

Court chuckled. "Damn, she's vicious. He's lucky we came along."

Harm stood rooted to the spot in disbelief. He liked this spitfire. His shepherd was on the prowl, pawing and panting. He liked her too! Sniffing loudly, he picked her scent from the stench wafting through the air. Sweet. Thinking about getting to know her better caused his cock to swell and jerk in his pants. Slender fingers appeared on the edge and Harm took hold to help hoist the woman over the side. Feet had barely touched the ground before she pulled one hand free and pushed a wave of dark hair back. Lifting Harm's other hand to her nose, she sniffed loudly. Fuck. Something a dog would do and the action yanked his cock to attention.

"His balls will hurt for a week." Hearty male laughter bounced from the walls of the alley, putting a smug smile on her pretty face. "I was ready to kick his nuts to hell and back when you turned the corner." Purse in hand, she walked away and glanced over her shoulder. It was as if Court didn't exist when her eyes nailed Harm to the spot he stood in. "It's good to know chivalry's not dead." She disappeared around the corner.

"What the fuck was that?" Court continued to laugh. "I believe she would have taken him out."

Harm wanted to chase after her but his feet wouldn't move. Watching her plump little ass twitch away stirred something raw and natural in his gut, causing his shepherd to react by immobilizing Harm in his path.

"Well I'll be a son-of-a-bitch." Court's head fell back and he roared, laughing until he choked. "Your dog got you by the balls."

"Go to hell." Her scent dissipated and Harm's shepherd released him. Swiping his knees futilely in an attempt to remove a smudge of dirt, he glared at his brother. "Shut up before I bite you in the nuts." Looking back toward the main street, he sniffed the air again. "Very, very sweet."

Facing Court, he pleaded, "Follow her for me."

Book Summary Knowing Dedra needs something to get her out of her thirtieth-birthday blues, a friend presents her with an unusual gift -- a photo shoot with photographer Marcellus Oakes. Tall, pale and with a body to die for, Marcellus sends her libido into overdrive. He's sexy. He's seductive. He's eighteen hundred years old and in need of a woman just like her.

Sunlight of the Soul is a place both feared and desired by members of the vampire underground. In each of three chambers, one of the visitors' senses is masked, and they encounter Masters of Ecstasy who teach them more about their innermost fears and desires than they ever imagined possible. Ivan, the ancient and mysterious vampire who owns Sunlight of the Soul, offers Gideon the one thing he desires most -- the chance to release their hidden lust.

In today's world, Drake has become a successful businessman -- rich, refined and boring Felicia to death, which takes a lot for a vampire. Felicia decides it's time they stop torturing themselves and asks for a divorce. But when their private yacht sinks in a storm, they rediscover the passion they have lost.

This collection contains the previously released Heart's Blood novellas The Dark Room, Raw, and Make Love, Not Money.

"Heart's Blood: The Dark Room is an awesomely funny yet sexy and sensual paranormal romance. This story is all about the characters and they are absolutely terrific!"

-- Cameron, The Romance Studio

"[A] sensual journey to the deepest secrets kept in the heart... For a tale with a little bit of kink, a lot of hot man-love and plenty of passion, pick up Heart's Blood: Raw the next time you go shopping!"

"A very sweet rediscovery of a past romance by lovers that have grown apart.... Learning about their past relationship and how things have gone astray is a big part of the plot in this story. It is heartwarming to read their voyage of discovery."

Book Summary

Xever, a powerful alien lord who rules outside of the Battalion authority, promises Raylin and her captain, Sterling Tristam, freedom in return for the use of their bodies. He's inhabited their consciousness, but he's also linked the three of them using his own powerful psychic energies. In return for their lives and their freedom from certain death at the hands of the Battalion, Raylin and Sterling now owe Xever one year of servitude under his command.

As he's shanghaied Sterling's body for a year, Xever has taken over captainship of the Raven. The crew is wary of their new/old captain, but happy to be able to watch over Sterling. Raylin also has a year of belonging to Xever, and while she tries to remain faithful, the alien who looks so much like her lover attempts to seduce her at every turn. Not easy, when she owes Xever her life.

Somewhere in space the Battalion's supreme commander, Bartholomew Tristam, deserves every bit of their wrath -- and the time for vengeance is coming...

"Ms. Monroe presents a surprise ending that will satisfy any reader of science fiction."

Book Summary

Last Chance – it sounded like exactly what Tori needed so she jumped on a boat and sailed off to Alaska to start a new life. What she found there was more than she'd ever imagined; not one man but two who could make her beg for mercy one minute and scream for more with the next breath. It looks like her chance is going to pay off, until her sadistic ex shows up and demands she return to Seattle with him. Tori is ready to run away, but Bill and Jake aren't about to give her up without a fight!
Foxy: Tied and True
Anne Kane
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Copyright (c)2012 Anne Kane

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"Well, well, what do we have here?" Bill favored her with a dark grin. If her hands weren't tied to the timbers above her head, she'd slap it right off his handsome face. She didn't object to a little sex play, but she liked to be asked nice. Bill hadn't said pretty please.

"Looks like a good night's fucking." Jake walked around her slowly, his eyes gleaming. "She looks quite tasty spread out like this."

"Hmmm. She does, doesn't she. You want the front or the back?" Bill reached out to tweak one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Tori jerked backward, at least as far as the restraints would let her. "I think it might be a good idea for you two to untie me before I get really pissed off." Predictably, the two men ignored her outburst. If she were honest with herself, she'd admit she liked their arrogance.

"Well." Jake ran his hand down the curve of her back. "I've always been fond of a nice tight ass." He slid his finger down the crack between her buttocks, pausing when he encountered her tightly puckered anus.

Tori suppressed a shiver. When she'd agreed to come for dinner at Bill's she hadn't realized she'd be on the dessert menu. Both of these guys were well hung, and under normal circumstances she'd be happy to play with either of them. She was a big woman, and she liked her sex hard and fast. Damned if she'd admit it, but both at once might be a little more than she could handle.

Bill appeared at her left, a tube of lubricant in his hand. He paused, mischief dancing in his sexy dark eyes. "I guess you'll be needing this then. She looks a little tight." Tossing the tube to his buddy, he leaned in to kiss her square on the lips. "So, Tori. You ready for this?"

She could feel her fox growling softly deep inside, and it was all she could do not to give voice to the sound. She tossed her head, letting her silky mane of hair slide down her naked back. Some insane bubble of bravado had her looking down her nose at her tightly muscled neighbor. "I can take anything you two townies can dish out."

Townies. An insult they could hardly ignore, along with a challenge that she wasn't sure she could live up to. Townies referred to the full humans that inhabited the nearby city of Last Chance. Bill and Jake ran a guiding service, taking the human tourists on hunting trips with a twist, not with guns but with cameras to see and photograph the wild animals.

When she'd first moved here from Washington State, they'd tricked her into staying in fox form for an entire afternoon while their clients oohed and ahhed over what they'd thought was an unusually large silver fox. The sound of their laughter had echoed in her ears, and she'd realized they knew exactly what they'd done. It hadn't taken her long to get tired of pacing back and forth across the frozen tundra, but with no cover for miles she didn't have a lot of choice. When she'd finally managed to escape and shift to human, she'd tracked them down to their lair and told them exactly what she thought of their practical joke.

They'd been suitably apologetic, but she could see the unrepentant mirth dancing in their eyes, especially Bill's. There was something different about Bill, something that made her pulse quicken.

"She called us townies." Bill turned to Jake. "Are we going to let her get away with that?"

Tori shivered as Jake's hand slid down her back. Maybe she should try to be just a bit more submissive. "Nice townies?" It sounded weak, even to her. Jake's finger probed at the tight sphincter muscles of her ass and she gasped.

"I don't see why not. We just need to show her exactly how nice we are... not." He leaned into her back, nipping her earlobe with sharp teeth, and she could feel the thick outline of his cock against her spine. Long and thick. A vision of that cock forcing its way into her ass sent a ripple of forbidden anticipation pulsing through her.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Bill stepped back and picked up an object from one of the side tables. When he turned to face her, she could see clearly what he held in his hand.

A ball gag. This certainly wasn't the first time these two had done this, they had more than just the basic paraphernalia. Now why did that send a flare of jealousy through her? She wondered if they had a regular submissive.

"Open wide." The grin on Bill's face was decidedly mischievous.

Book Summary

Oh why, oh why did the condom break?

Now McCabe is stuck explaining to an unamused Spooky how an alien virus has introduced her to the world of shifters. But everything should be fine so long as she avoids her lovelorn boss and takes her new situation and the shifter support group seriously. Matters of the heart are a tricky thing, especially when you decide to date a human.

"...this paranormal story has it all; great plot, plenty of humor and terrific characters. It's a perfect book for a lazy afternoon or for when you need a story to make you smile."

Book Summary

What is a maiden to do when the dragon shifter she loves won't claim her?

Rhoslyn volunteers to be the village's virgin sacrifice. She is bound and stripped, presented as an offering to appease their dragon protector, a dragon she has intimate knowledge of, a dragon who refuses to meet with her outside their mate link.

Lame from a past battle wound, Blau knows Rhoslyn deserves a more worthy knight than himself, but with one look at his mate's naked body, all of his noble plans fly out the turret. He doesn't deserve to claim Rhoslyn, but he can't let her go.

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

"Rhoslyn and Blau’s story is one of those sweet stories that you can’t help but love. Cynthia Sax gives readers a great blend of romance and paranormal... It is definitely a book that I would read more than once, as well as suggest to someone else."

"Dragon Lord’s Captive is hot. Be ready to fan yourself while reading... sizzles from the beginning to the end as does the reader. Rhoslyn is one determined and inventive lady. She knows what she wants and goes after it with both hands."

"Rhoslyn was a determined young woman who would do what was needed to bag her mate. I loved that she did not wait for life to 'happen', but took charge to accomplish her goals. A short hot read... well-written."

"Ms. Sax shows the lengths a woman will go to in order to win the man she wants."

Book Summary

First Mate Cade Talbot disobeyed a direct order, sacrificing himself to save his best friend. Since then, Captain Grant Rowen rules his ship with an iron fist, demanding strict compliance from all aboard.

Coffers are low, and when a lone woman requests passage to St. Thomas, Captain Rowen accepts her payment. But the stormy sea crossing holds more than just nature's surprises.

Aurora Journade reveals that she not only speaks to spirits, she makes love to them --and she doesn't follow orders. With Aurora's help, Cade has one last chance to reach out to his captain. Not even death can keep them from seeking passion's redemption.
So Passes the Night
Cassidy McKay
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Copyright (c)2012 Cassidy McKay

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"Yes... no... Oh God, how you touch me, my love. But what if someone should see us? We shouldn't do this here." The female voice coming from the dark alley quivered, ripe with passion.

Grant couldn't hear her companion's murmured reply, but from her enthusiastic cries it must have been to her liking.

He continued toward the tavern, almost late for a meeting. The repairs to his ship had taken longer than he'd anticipated. Noise and smoke rolled out into the street as Grant pushed open the scarred wooden door, spreading over him in a wave of stinking humanity. Squinting through the smoke and dim light, he made his way to the busy barkeep.

"I'm looking for a merchant named Crofton. Know him?"

The slight man behind the bar pointed toward the corner where most of the noise was coming from. "Aye, Linch is over there."

Grant squared his shoulders and strode toward the merchant. "Crofton? Captain Rowen of the Venture. Amory Talbot said to find you the next time I was in port."

The older, ruddy-faced man fixed his gaze on Grant. "Yes, my cousin has good things to say about you, Rowen. It's a pity about his son, though. The boy was your first mate, wasn't he? Sit down and we'll have a drink before we talk business." He motioned to the barmaid for another round.

"Thank you, sir. Yes, Cade was my first mate." Grant took a long pull on the foaming brew the barmaid set before him. "I'm told you're looking for a ship to do some regular cargo runs. The Venture is a fine vessel and I have an experienced crew. She's in port now if you'd like to look her over." He took another drink and choked back bittersweet memories. He hadn't visited Cade's home port since just after his death, but it had been the closest for needed repairs.

* * *

Breathing in the fresh night air, Grant closed the tavern door behind him. The promise of a full cargo hold and a regular run starting at the end of the week lifted his lagging spirits. He walked down the street, dust kicking up under his boots as he hummed a familiar tune, one that his best friend Cade had often whistled.

A flash of red silk coming out of the alley was the only warning he received before he was knocked on his ass by a voluptuous female body. He wrapped his arms around her instinctively, her bountiful breasts flattening on his chest. The heady scent of aroused woman rose from her and his cock stiffened instantly.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir! I wasn't looking where I was going." She scrambled up and rushed off, leaving him with an aching cock and the impression of long, dark passion-rustled hair, haunting gypsy eyes, and a body made for love.

"My pleasure, miss." He readjusted his erection and stared after the little minx. He hadn't had a woman in a while, but the insistent desire pulsing in his cock from the unexpected tousle rekindled his interest. As he boarded his ship and took over the watch, he decided it might be time to see if the brothel in the next port was still in business.

* * *

"Please, I must speak with the captain." Grant spied the woman rushing up the wooden gangplank past one of his crewmen, almost tripping in her haste. Though dressed well, she had no bags and no servants.

"I'm Captain Rowen, miss." He extended a hand to help her onto the deck and a thrill of awareness ran through him at the touch of her hand. It was the woman who had run him over last night. Her beautiful black hair was confined in an intricate knot, now, and the lush figure that had intrigued him was caged behind a corseted gown. He much preferred the unrestrained seductress of the night before.

She glanced up and her eyes widened with recognition and interest. Grant smiled, sensing sexual adventure in the wind. As any good sailor, he listened to the wind when it spoke to him.

"I am Miss Journade. I need immediate passage to St. Thomas, captain." She fidgeted nervously but didn't let go of his hand or drop her gaze.

"I'm afraid most of my crew is ashore on leave, miss. You'll have to wait until they return before we can set sail."

"It is important that I depart this afternoon, Captain Rowen. I can pay you well. I am meeting a... a friend and his time is very limited. Please, sir, I will give you whatever you want." She stepped forward and laid her hand on his chest, her fingers curling against the cloth. Could she feel his heart pounding with desire?

Grant weighed his options, measuring his empty coffers and skeleton crew against the delicious temptation of the woman and her money. Normally he would have refused, as would most captains. Women on ships were considered bad luck, and a woman without an escort could be nothing but trouble.

Still, the passage to St. Thomas was generally an easy one and they needed gold after the recent repairs. He'd risk the journey and try to find an acceptable chaperone in town while he rounded up as much of his crew as he could find.

"Welcome aboard the Venture, Miss Journade." He motioned toward a young boy standing in the shadows. "Remy, please show Miss Journade to the passenger's quarters. I'll be in town rounding up the crew. We set sail on my return."

Book Summary

My name is Ciara Callaghan. I'm a cop. These things I believed to be true: I loved my partner, Detective Malcolm Blake. Three years ago he was incinerated. Was it my fault? Everyone thinks so, and so do I. Everyone has secrets. Mine is -- I'm a shapeshifter. Everyone lies -- especially those who say they love me. Demons exist -- and they can be found where you least expect them.

Those things I believed to be true, but believing something doesn't necessarily make it fact, especially where love is involved.

Welcome to my endless night.
Protect and Serve: Endless Night
Mikala Ash
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Copyright (c)2012 Mikala Ash

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I can relate only too well with poet William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence." In the beginning, when we enter this world kicking and screaming, we do not know if we are meant for his "sweet delight" or the misery of "endless night."

The thought of a predetermined future scares the crap out of me because sweet delight doesn't appear to be on my dance card.

In my experience, quality of life can be measured by the depth of the crap you happen to be standing in. At Mal's funeral I took a step into the Marianas Trench of crap. I detest attending funerals. I've attended far too many. However, in this particular instance, I was grinning mischievously when I knocked three times on the varnished wood of my partner's coffin.

"You owe me big time," I playfully admonished.

Mal didn't answer. One by one I unscrewed the ornate brass bolts, prattling on about how much I hated saying the fake eulogy to a packed congregation of our uniformed colleagues.

"Who, by the way," I chided, "hate my guts for letting my partner get shot. I'm a better actress than I thought. Believe me, it wasn't easy extolling said partner's virtues as the Sheriff's Office's best detective when all the time I know he's safe and sound in his coffin. But you know?" I added. "This would have been so much easier if you hadn't insisted on an open casket."

Mal had wanted everyone to be sure he'd gone to his maker. "It's pivotal to the investigation," he'd told me when he first outlined his plan. "They're on to me, so they have to be totally convinced I'm dead," he said. "Otherwise they'll keep after me until I'm really dead." Mal liked to dazzle me with his brilliancy, and as an awed probationary detective I didn't mind hearing it, but his silence now was beginning to worry me. The drug I'd given him to slow his respiration to practically nothing should have worn off by now.

"What? Too dead to apologize?"

It had been a mad morning. He'd slept in the coffin (oh, how I wished I could have snuggled up and spent that long night with him) while I sat guard from the shadows. Before sunup I'd dosed him up with the drug, supervised the viewing, and watched everyone who solemnly walked past the open coffin to see if any stuck him with a pin like in that old Grant and Hepburn movie. No one did and no one had looked the least bit suspicious as they'd filed past the open lid that exposed his pallid and hauntingly beautiful face.

I'd copped a lot of nasty looks and nasty comments aimed at my back. Everyone thought it had been my negligence that had gotten him shot. Well, if that was the price of keeping Mal alive, so be it. I can live with a few nasty looks.

Once the viewing was over, we'd screwed down the lid and proceeded with the modest ceremony that Mal had stipulated in his "will." Apparently, the funeral service Mal had required was not standard practice, and I'd had to fight the bureaucrats in the department who wanted a big showy PR type of deal. That fight didn't win me any more friends, but I'd eventually prevailed. It's amazing what a flood of tears can achieve. This way Mal avoided the usual guard of honor, etc. that was due fallen law enforcement officers. By minimizing the ceremony, Mal believed we'd have more control over the event.

I didn't think it necessary that he stay inside the box, but he had insisted that he didn't want to run the chance of anyone catching a glimpse of a body -- which should be lying peacefully in a coffin -- walking around.

And now it was all over. I'd said my piece; a moving statement about the cost of freedom is eternal vigilance, yada yada, feeling so very self-conscious that the selfless dead I was tearfully eulogizing was still very much alive.

After I'd stepped away from the podium, we'd solemnly watched the coffin slide though the curtains toward its fiery end. Little did the audience know that we'd arranged for the coffin to be switched and taken to a little storage room out back, and in its place an empty box was, at that very moment, being consumed by the flames.

It all seemed to go amazingly well. There had been no incident. Mal would be happy. He could now track down his mysterious suspect unimpeded. His quarry, he'd said, was on to him, so he had to disappear, letting the suspect relax.

I asked Mal a dozen times in a dozen different ways who the bad guy was, but his reply was always that it was safer I didn't know. The bad guy was high up and powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have to resort to such a bizarre method of investigation. Mal said he could trust no one except Anton and me. I had severe reservations, but what can I say? I was besotted with him, and whatever he suggested, I was all for it -- despite my better judgment.

I unscrewed the final bolt, popped the lid and looked inside.

It was empty.

"Son of a bitch!"

Book Summary

The world has become a harsh, bleak place. Men seek work where it's needed. The only safety working in the outer reaches is if one has the protection of a crew. Curt doesn't; he's solo.

When he inadvertently catches the gaze of a man he's desired from the first moment he saw him, he knows he risks abuse or even death. That's the best he can hope for, surely? But Curt's human -- he needs sex. Being tied up makes for some very curt courting, but to Curt's surprise, it might well end in love.
Curt Courting
Sharon Maria Bidwell
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Copyright (c)2012 Sharon Maria Bidwell

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I made the mistake of looking up. Even worse, I then held the other man's stare for a split second too long before jerking my gaze away. The outer reaches weren't the place to be noticed. I knew the drill: head down, meet no one's wandering glance, do the job, keep my mouth shut, don't bother with any but the most basic possessions. Property would only get stolen anyway; worse, I might be killed for my belongings. Only if I were very lucky or careful would I live long enough to complete the contract, collect my pay at the end of the duration, and move on. That was the way things worked if you were solo.

What I needed was the protection of a crew, just like the one led by the man whose gaze I'd inadvertently captured. I shovelled food in my mouth, pretending ignorance. I didn't look up again, even though I could feel his stare boring into me. I knew -- just knew -- that where I had looked away, he hadn't. The reasons he continued to gaze at me could be numerous, but all those I envisioned encompassed nothing I would enjoy.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. I could imagine many things he could do to me that I would enjoy, but I doubted he'd be happy if he knew I used them to ease my sore body and troubled soul to sleep come nightfall.

Schuyler.

The mere thought of him almost drew my gaze that way, but I stopped my reaction in time. If any man here could get me hard in an instant, it was he, but I wasn't about to let him know that. If I pissed him off, I might get my throat cut, but if he thought I felt any kind of attraction, I imagined he'd cut elsewhere and have me bleed out another, longer lasting and torturous way. Why did that seem worse by the sheer fact of my wanting him?

I sat, hoping he'd mistake my glance for an accident -- which it was; take it for innocent -- which it wasn't. Even now, I was dying to look again, to drown in the sight of him. I wanted him close; prayed he stayed away.

In my worry over his reaction, I forgot the threats from elsewhere. I managed not to flinch when someone took my bread roll in passing. It was my own fault for being distracted and not keeping my arms around both sides of the tray. I was lucky the thief didn't spit in the grey stuff they called potato. I just ate and kept my gaze averted, except for the low-level darts of my eyes taking in peripheral movement.

Of course, the one thing I couldn't protect entirely was my back. I'd learned to place the metal cup of water at an angle to reflect the room. I'd wondered why everyone kept their cups so polished, but I'd learned a few jobs ago. The trick was to keep the surface gleaming so that it acted like a mirror. I'd seen a man save himself from a stab in the back that way.

I needed friends. The chances of finding them here was more difficult than the work.

Who would have thought the world would come to this? Too many, most likely. No one -- namely our governments -- had listened to the warnings. Not enough water meant not enough crops. Not enough plants also affected the quality of our oxygen. Disease became rife, even in our so-called civilised societies, and then... in-fighting, everyone just trying to survive, to provide for their own kith and kin. When the population died off sufficiently for nature to recover and provide for us again, we had society to rebuild, and that meant finding work. Jobs had been scarce before; they were plentiful now, but that meant hard graft, and so many hadn't really known the meaning of manual labour.

We were all learning now. We -- humankind -- were still our own worst enemies.

The misery of longing crept up on me, engulfing. I was human; I needed company. My misery needed company. What family I'd had were gone. My parents hadn't been able to survive the rationing. My sister was I knew not where. Dead. Lost. I searched for her the only way most of us could -- in the "system." If a computer matched us, we'd both be informed. Of course, she had to be on the database for that to happen, and there could be any number of reasons why she wasn't.

I didn't want to think of that. I didn't want to think of danger. I wanted, needed, something good and pleasant. Unfortunately, the only good thing I could think of was likely never to happen. I was human; I needed sex. Good sex. Consensual.

Which brought me full circle back to thinking of Schuyler...

Book Summary

Bessette isn't happy about the way his predatory teammate, Láska, looks at the new goalie. Bessette's not sure why -- but he wants to be the prey.

"Elizabeth Jewell gives us realistic men on ice. I enjoyed myself as voyeuristically as Bessette did. I will have to catch up with Bessette and Laska and come back for more."

Book Summary

Rogue dragons are committing crimes. Anti-shifters activists are demanding action. A human vigilante militia has formed.

The good dragons have come up with a plan. Undercover dragon warrior Velka Krytt's mission is to bring the Rogues to justice. Law enforcement has a different plan. Undercover human cop Aric Exeter's mission is to bust the Vigilante organization.

When their missions collide, they are forced to go on the run. Hunted by the Rogues and Vigilantes, Velka and Aric must join forces to survive the danger coming at them and fire flaming between them. Things are getting dragonfire hot!

"The love story between Velka and Eagle was exciting. The action in the story really helped to bring them together in a magical way."

Book Summary

Ever since Jonah was abducted from Red's cabin, she's been tireless in her search for him. But when a moment of inattention leads to her capture, she wonders whether her foolish bravery will only get her killed along with him.

Braeden, leader of the Huntsmen, thinks parading Red before her captive lover will make Jonah more cooperative. But that's only until he realizes the serum that's been keeping Jonah's animal side at bay is starting to wear off. When Jonah begins to shift, Red claims she's the only one who can save his humanity. Her plan is more than risky -- it's practically a death wish.

Letting Red into the beast's cage is one thing. Watching the vulnerable woman submit to the monster is quite another.

But when a vicious were attack leads to Braeden being bitten, he wonders whether someone as perfect as Red would ever risk herself to save him...

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

"Pull out your towels and your ice cubes because you will definitely need them with this book. It is one steamy page-turner. It is definitely one I will read over and over again and suggest to friends."

"...unique and scorching hot. I found it to be a very interesting and fun read. The imagery was beautiful, seductive, and really drew me into the story."

"Ms. Grayson takes Red on a journey of sexual discovery as she tames not one but two beasts using sex. The sexual play is scorching..."

"The love and devotion that Red and Jonah have for each other shines so bright throughout this story, and adding in Braeden makes this a wonderful read."

Book Summary

Hurt in the past, Ben doesn't like subbing for the same man more than once. Three years ago, he let Master Lukas buy him over multiple evenings, only to cut and run when he felt himself beginning to fall for the perceptive and handsome Master. Returning to the Shibari Auction House stage, is he ready to pick up where he and Master Lukas left off? Is Lukas?

LR Cafe Best of 2012 Award Runner-Up: Best BDSM Book

"Mr. Michael gives the reader a story that contains more than just a BDSM relationship. The reader gets a love story filled with complicated emotions."

"I absolutely love this series by author Sean Michael. It’s hot and sexy BDSM fun... the sex scenes alone had me fanning my face as I flipped the pages quickly to see what happens next for these two."

"I really enjoyed the cat and mouse feel of this story; the love and attraction between Ben and Lukas just sizzles."

"Emotionally satisfying, erotically challenging, Ben scores! Hot BDSM encounters mixed well with dramatic confrontations packs a punch... This sexy series continues to thrill and sizzle."

Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse Two: It Came from Birmingham continues the story of our two favorite apocalyptic survivors, Paul Cooke and Gordon Moretti, who we first met in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainsss. This time around our two guys have to deal with the undead, military and pharmaceutical companies who may not be what they appear, cranky cats, a loveable Tennyson aficionado, trying to survive in a world gone mad, stumbling across possible new friends, and perhaps the most terrifying thing of all – the what or who that came from Birmingham!

If you loved the humor, romance, and zombie uprising frivolity of Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse you'll want to make sure you grab your copy Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse Two: It Came From Birmingham as soon as humanly possible.

Having annoyed the council, Grunk is assigned the job of Director of Human/Dragon Relations. Unfortunately for Grunk, he hates the city, he'd rather be in his dragon form than his human one, and he already hates the job even though it’s only his first day.

Then he meets his assistant, Kyfan, and he's instantly smitten. When he finds out that Kyfan has never really flown and rarely spends any time in his dragon form, Grunk is shocked and insists on changing that, immediately. After all, flying with the lovely Kyfan's way better than sitting behind his desk in his office.

It turns out that Kyfan is a lovely little dragon and once they've flown together, Grunk knows that they share a bond and he prepares to make his claim. The fact that it's going to annoy the council is only a bonus.

Ash is shy and insecure around men and there's only one place where he can unleash the beast inside him--the online world of Dragon Games. It's here that his virtual character enables him to express traits he's normally hesitant to share. When a hunky knight unexpectedly suggests they explore a raunchier kind of role play, Ash is only too happy to lead the way.

Jayden has only recently started exploring the wonders of online intimacy. He is constantly pulled further into a fantasy world where his virtual heart and virginity are soon claimed by an intriguing dragon rebel who enchants him. If only he could convince his cyber-lover to meet him in the real world...

When an emergency call goes out, FBI agent Ryan tags along with his sister on a Wind Warrior mission. Along the way, he meets Tempest, a beautiful female pilot who stirs his desires, and Rogue, a former Army buddy. Seeing the man again brings out feelings Ryan doesn't understand and isn't prepared to accept.

The rivalry returns as both men want Tempest, who happens to be Rogue's employee.

The mission comes back to haunt them all with danger hanging over the head of every Wind Warrior and their loved ones.

Can Ryan work through his newfound interest in Rogue even as he's falling for Tempest? Will they pull together in time to save each other from a hired assassin?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This title contains MM, MF, and MMF sexual situations.

Seth Hall returns to his hometown for the first time in eleven years. Now a father of two, he vows not to let his past intervene when he sets up a happy, stable life for them. That is, until Jared, the boy who had broken his heart all those years ago, turns up wanting a chance with him.

Jared Stewart thought he had lost his only chance to be with Seth. When Seth finally comes home, Jared makes it his mission to catch Seth once and for all but unfortunately not everyone wants that to happen.

Will they be finally able to make a life for themselves together? Or will they be torn apart again, by people they thought they could trust?

Wolf’s Winter by Vonna Harper
anthology of contemporary erotic romance novella with paranormal elements
Cover art by Winterheart Design
Release Date: 4/25/2013

This anthology contains....

Wolf’s Storm by Vonna Harper
Forced together by a mountain snowstorm and their smashed cars, two loners realize they have no choice but to spend the night together. As soon as the cabin door closes behind them, need takes over. They must have sex, only sex, not a relationship. But the dark wolves watching outside have their own agenda.

Wolf’s Wind by Vonna Harper
Despite the nightmarish accident that took her brother Skye’s life here, Carlan Nashel is drawn back to the raging mountain river. She needs understanding and closure. Instead, a ghostly human presence and a spirit wolf pack send her running terrified into Brett Schneider’s strong, capable arms.

Brett hasn’t yet made his peace with the forest that nearly killed him. He wants one thing, hot passion with Carlan, a night full of sex and no memories.

But Skye’s ghost and the yellow-eyed wolves want more.

Excerpt
Not paying any attention to what she was doing, Carlan ran. No matter how much she needed to, she couldn't bring herself to look behind her. She had to get to her car and lock herself inside it, nothing else mattered! She'd heard Skye's voice; she'd be locked up if she told anyone. Her boots made slapping sounds on the wet cement as she ran, calming her—at least she could hear something concrete—and bringing her closer to panic.

I'm running from a ghost. How did she run away from a ghost, when she couldn't see it? And the wolves... She shivered. How freaky was that?

She hadn't seen wolves, because the predators that once roamed Oregon and most of the United States had been exterminated long ago. Granted, wolves had been reintroduced to places like Yellowstone National Park and the state of Idaho, and a handful had even crossed the state line into eastern Oregon, but it would be years before the always-moving predators made their way this far west.

Wild dogs, then?

No.

“Stop it!” she screamed at the voice that positively, absolutely couldn't be her brother's. “Leave me alone.”

I told you, I can't.

Even though she fought the pull with every fiber in her, Carlan slowed and looked to her right where the voice had come from. She blinked. It couldn't be. Yet the wolves with their compelling eyes were right there, only a few feet away, and not back where she'd left them, standing at the base of a massive pine. There were four of them, one slightly larger than the others. His eyes bore into her, carving even deeper holes in her sanity.

Carlan? I didn't mean to hurt you or our folks.

Jamming her fist against her mouth, she started to back away from the predators. Yet if she continued moving in the direction she was headed, she'd only put more distance between herself and her vehicle. Everything in her shrank down to a simple and primitive fact: she had to get past the pack. One step became another followed by yet another. She walked without looking where she was going, because she didn't dare take her eyes off the magnificent and deadly creatures some fifty feet away. Rain sheeted off them, and the wind tossed their coats, but they seemed oblivious to the weather. Their muzzles were open, revealing killing fangs, and their ears pricked forward, as if determined to hear every sound she made. Their black noses twitched.

“Oh God, God!” she exclaimed as she drew even with them. Her heart pounding wildly, so fast, she was afraid it would explode from the fear itself, she took two more trembling steps, and then she was past them. She muttered another “Oh God” before she broke into a run. Her boots, although rainproof, hadn't been designed for hard use. Twice, she nearly lost her footing, but she continued her panicked charge.

Nearing a fallen limb, she slowed. She noticed movement ahead of her on the trail. Dear Lord, not more of them. For an instant, she thought she was going to lose it, but the entire mountain couldn't have conspired against her. It just couldn't be another wolf or her brother in ghost form, it just couldn't.

She squinted. Thank you, God, for small favors.

It was a human.

“Help me!” she cried. Ignoring the beginning of a cramp in her cold thighs, she jumped over the limb and sprinted toward the stranger. “Help me, please!”

To her relief, he held out his arms. She threw herself into them, whimpering but determined not to scream.

“Thank you.” Feeling safe, finally, she suddenly started. “Are you armed?”

“Armed? No. What's going on?”

Something about the man's voice nudged a memory, as did his hard embrace. Unable to concentrate on that, Carlan wrapped her arms around his middle and looked back over her shoulder. No wolves stood at the base of the large tree. No voice shattered her thoughts. Gathering her courage, she pushed herself out of the man's arms and backed up a step. She looked behind her again for reassurance. The spot where the pack had been was deserted.

Had she imagined everything?

“Are you all right?” the stranger asked.

Another prick of recognition captured her attention. There was something about the man that was not simply familiar but seemed somehow...vital. Like her, he'd buried himself under layers of all-weather clothing, so she could only guess at his body's contours. She guessed he stood maybe two or three inches over six feet, and he sported no-nonsense shoulders, a straight back, and a slightly unnatural cant to his stance, as if he put more weight on one leg than the other when he walked. His hands were in his pockets, as if to reassure her that she was safe around him. Instead of hunching forward against the storm, he faced it squarely.

“Are you all right?” he repeated.

“I don't know.” His voice took her another step toward recognition. “I, ah, I didn't expect to have company.” Lame.

“I take it that's your car in the parking lot?”

The wind threw its weight against her right shoulder and threatened to tear off her coat, but she barely noticed. “Brett?” she managed. “Brett Schneider?”

“Yes.” His eyes narrowed on her face. “Oh my. Carlan.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I Am Healer, Storyteller, and Warrior Priest: Learning from Arianrhod by Alfred Willowhawk
Release Date: 05/02/2013
nonfiction spirituality, personal growth, meditation
Cover Art by Willo Wellspring and Jupiter Gardens Press

Everyone has a little bit of healer, storyteller, and warrior priest inside. Each of these parts work together to make a WHOLE person. This book is designed to help you meet and integrate all the aspects which make you an amazing individual who makes decisions which are to your own best interests! This book traces the myth of Arianrhod as a road map to find the inner healer, storyteller, and warrior priest which is in every person. You can tap this inner strength to have better relationships, make better decisions, and be stronger and more healthy!

Excerpt

Arianrhod (ah-ree-AHN-rhohd), Arian meaning ‘silver’, and Rhod meaning ‘wheel’ or ‘disc’. Celtic Moon-Mother Goddess. Called the Silver Wheel that Descends into the Sea. Daughter of the Mother Goddess Don and her consort Beli. She is ruler of Caer Sidi, the seat of Understanding. The moon is her “seat”, and she comes down in her “silver” chariot to watch over the tides, which her son Dylan rules. She has a special day, December 2, and she is also in some traditions honored on the full moon. She has two sisters, Ceredwin and the Morrigan. In some old religion traditions she is the Mother, while Cerredwin is the crone, and the Morrigan is the maiden.

This is significantly different than neo-pagan understanding of both Cerridwen and the Morrigan.

In some Irish traditions, she is responsible for carrying the dead on her Oar Wheel to Emania (the land of death), and she is the deity of reincarnation and karma. Her consort is Nwyvre (‘nuïv-rə ) ‘Sky, Space, Firmament’, and there is very little information on him. The Druidic information on him is that he is a dragon and a force. It is the force of inner truth, and entomological research shows the word in old Welsh word means “strength and vigor”. As Arianrhod is the Moon and the Mother power, it makes logical sense that her consort would be what would be classified as Young Lord or Rogue energy. Caer Arianrhod is the place to which souls withdraw between incarnations; therefore, she is also the Welsh goddess of reincarnation. The Mother aspect of the Triple Goddess in Wales, her palace was Caer Arianrhod (Aurora Borealis), or the secret center of each individual’s spiritual being, hence Understanding.

In all pan-Celtic mythology, the moon is the archetypal female symbol representing the Mother Goddess, connecting womb, death, rebirth, and creation. The pan-Celtic world utilized a lunar calendar rather than the Roman solar calendar, and their priests and priestesses took their observations from the position of the moon and its progress in relation to the stars – the Silver Wheel – or Arianrhod.

In the pan-Celtic spirituality structures, the Goddess has three major aspects: the maiden, the mother, and the crone. These three represent the three stages of the life of a woman. Interestingly enough, in neo-pagan traditions there is a difference in the placement of Arianrhod in the Maiden–Mother–Crone hierarchy. they regard Blodeuwedd (bluh-DIE-weth) which means “flower face”, as maiden; Arianrhod represents the mother, and the Morrigan at last is the crone. So we see that there are regional differences between names, myths, and characteristics of these goddesses. This makes it more difficult to understand what is already a difficult pantheon. For example, in some Irish traditions the Morrigan is the Morrigan, the battlefield goddess who gave strength to the enemies of the Irish high kings – the Welsh. In another tradition she is again the battlefield goddess, but is there to guide the dead of both sides to the island of the dead.

One of Arianrhod’s abilities is to shapeshift into a large owl, and see directly into the darkness and light of the human subconscious. In Welsh tradition the owl symbolizes death and renewal, wisdom, moon magick, betrayal, and initiations. In addition the owl flies over the land at night, bringing comfort and healing spread to give solace to those who seek her.

Book two - An Ema Marx Novel

Urban Fantasy

Tags Vampires, Vampire Series, Shapeshifters, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Finland, Germany, Berlin, Contemporary, Fantasy, Dark Fantasy

Ema Marx wishes her life would go back to normal, but there’s nothing normal about being a Romani-Vampyre with an ancestor who wants you dead. Apollyon is back, wreaking havoc on the lives of everyone she cares about while plotting her demise.

Ema thought she would find a new best friend in her trainer, Bridget, until the exotic vampire vies for Jesu’s attention. Jesu can date who he wants, right? Ema has more important things to worry about, like honing her powers. When Apollyon’s thugs appear out of the shadows to attack her, Ema knows it’s time to take action. But everyone else has other plans in mind.

One thing is for certain, being under house arrest in the German vampyre king’s castle was not part of her plan to save the day.

Tags Fantasy, dragons, friendship, magic, partnership, bonding, bromance

Ash has been stuck as an apprentice dragonrider for most of his life. Since being nearly killed by a dragon, he’s terrified of them, but still wishes he could get over those feelings and be bonded with a dragon of his own.

Cote, sent by the most important person in a dragonrider’s world, Wingmaster Keland, is here to earn Ash’s trust and help him overcome his fear.

A friendship develops between the two men, despite occasional conflict. With Cote’s help, Ash makes the trip to Keland’s castle by dragonback. There, blue bonding stones are ground up and fed to a human and a dragon. They’re placed together in a pit, and they bond for life.

But why did Keland pick a dragon for Ash so much like the one that nearly killed him? And what does that choice have to do with the threat of the Northern Magicians—and Ash’s heritage?

Ash and Cote become close friends. But even this is called into question. Is their relationship friendship alone, or did their boss secretly bond them to each other for some nefarious reason? And what happens if Ash’s ties with both are cut?

The Sire Series

Historical Western Romance

Tags Westerns, historical westerns, Colorado, family saga, cattle ranches, family dysfunction, dominating father, Civil War,

Feeling an outsider when his best friend and partner is re-united with his family, Kyle heads out to repay a debt ignored too long. Instead of what should have been a simple journey to find Jenny, thank her for saving his life, and attempt to repay in her some manner, the search takes him from Kansas to Montana, straight into trouble and a death trap only the Vanders Clan can rescue him from.

Ironhill Jinn Series

Urban Fantasy

Tags Jinn, vampires, elves, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, mystery, suspense, humor, kelpies, elementals, paranormal.

When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the Jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

Tags Sweet romance, silk, silk weaving, France, Lyon, racing driver, fashion, French, hero, London, textiles, Gallic, happy ever after, student, languages, romantic, love story, Frenchman, alpha hero

Jean-Luc Olivier is a devastatingly handsome racing-driver with the world before him. Sophie Challoner is a penniless student, whose face is unknown beyond her own rundown estate in London. The night they spend together in Paris seems to Sophie like a fairytale—a Cinderella story without the happy ending. She knows she has no part in Jean-Luc’s future. She made her dying mother a promise to take care of her father and brother in London. One night of happiness is all Sophie allows herself. She runs away from Jean-Luc and returns to England to keep her promise.

Safely back home with her father and brother, and immersed in her college work, Sophie tries her best to forget their encounter, but she reckons without Jean-Luc. He is determined to find out why she left him, and intrigued to discover the real Sophie. He engineers a student placement Sophie can’t refuse, and so, unwillingly, she finds herself back in France, working for Jean-Luc in the silk mill he now owns.

Thrown together for a few short weeks in Lyon, the romantic city of silk, their mutual love begins to grow. But it seems the fates are conspiring against Sophie’s happiness. Jean-Luc has secrets of his own. Then, when disaster strikes at home in London, Sophie is faced with a choice—stay in this glamorous world with the man she loves or return to her family to keep the sacred promise she made her mother.

Tags Romance, contemporary romance, women’s fiction, Italy, Venice, holiday resort, British heroine, secrecy, trust, travel, hot Italian, foreign romance, vacation, secrets,

‘Italia! Oh Italia! Thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty.’ Byron

And Venice is exquisite. Nor is the beauty confined to the place. Hotelier Giovanni Renaldi is tall, dark, and devilishly handsome. Yet holiday representative Abi seems immune to his charms. Crossed in love, she’s in no hurry to fall again. Plus his arrogance is so infuriating.

Surely the discomforting feelings he evokes can only be guilt at covering for his naive sister’s secret lover?

When passion finally wins through, the thrill of their lovemaking is soon wrecked. Giovanni, proud and fierce defender of his family since inheriting the role of patriarch, is enraged to learn Abi has colluded with his sister.

But Abi quickly discovers her secrecy is nothing compared to Giovanni’s. As the family’s closely guarded secrets begin to unfold, she is sucked against her will into their internal wrangling.

Is nothing what it seems in this clandestine community?

And can love triumph over the turmoil of scarred lives?

The Concord Chronicles series

Tags Underworld, Nature’s Spirit, middle grade, fantasy, adventure, prophecy, Kai Strand, fiction, Concord Chronicles,

As is tradition, Terra learns on the Saturday past her twelfth birthday that she is a Nature’s Spirit. It is her legacy to serve in the peaceful underground city of Concord. Learning she is named in a prophecy and being threatened by the leader of the death tribe...that part breaks tradition.

The Trepidus are the death janitors of the Underworld, responsible for delivering fatalities with a smile and cleaning up after themselves until Blanco, recent leader of the Trepidus, decides the day of reckoning for his species is coming. He begins organizing the creatures and leads them toward an uprising. The prophecy says there is one person who can stop him. Terra.

With Spirit of Security, Frank, protecting her, Terra attempts to complete her training and discover her Spirit talents. Together, they go on a rogue investigation to learn how to defeat Blanco. In the end, it comes down to a battle of the minds. The future of Concord is at stake. Will Blanco, the older, more experienced being win? Or will Terra, the young, new Spirit earn back the peace of the city?

Tags Spirits, wolves, Natives, romance, ghosts, ancients, sea serpent, snapping turtle, archaeologist

Long ago, before recorded time, the Ancients hid the Sacred Covenant waiting for the one to be born to unleash its powerful message to the world.

Dr. Kira Sinclair, a renowned Native American Archeologist is commissioned by An Eternal One to find the Sacred Covenant, but others with less than honorable reasons are seeking it too.

Follow Kira as she travels back in time to unlock the secrets of the Covenants location.

Nipping at her heels is a threat so dark, The Great Spirit assigns a body guard with cunning to meet evil from both sides of the ethereal veil, and an equally powerful but far too seductive Anasazi ghost to help her complete her mission.

Time is crucial and the clock is ticking.

Tags Young adult, YA, teen, coming of age, Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Donne, waterfall, accident, death, drama, romance, taxidermy, high school, cascade, drinking

When Karen dumps Greg, he tries to keep the relationship going with a simple plan: become the kind of guy she wants. He needs to prove he’s decisive and can take initiative, qualities she admires. Not to mention he needs to read Ernest Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls for a class presentation. Middle-aged Victor arrives at the local hangout, a dam called The Cascades, giving Greg the means to succeed in the plan. Victor has a romance problem of his own, as well as a drinking problem. Greg attempts to help Victor sober up and reunite with his estranged wife, all in hopes of winning back Karen. Then tragedy strikes at The Cascades, and Greg is left to question love, the value of a life, and how he will ever finish his book presentation.

Book Summary

Tawnie and Hudson have been together for a long time. Their marriage isn't bad, but a woman needs some excitement in her life. Fortunately for Tawnie, Friday nights provide just the sort of adventure married life's been short on of late.

Friday nights mean Hudson's poker tournament, with a crowd of Hudson's friends. Big, noisy friends who love to do guy things. Tawnie knows just what they'll want. Snacks, booze, and a special brand of pre-game entertainment only she can provide.
Pre-Game Show
Zenobia Renquist br> All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2012 Zenobia Renquist

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Tawnie could hear them on the stairs. Her boys. They were never quiet. Always cracking jokes about who would go first and making bets on who could last until the end. So far Jason remained the reigning champion.

Jason.

She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together to soothe the anticipatory ache that made her pussy tingle. Jason always invaded her thoughts when she wanted to get herself off in a big way. He was the athletic sort who lived in the gym. The results had her sitting in a wet spot every time she saw him. She envied his wife, a woman equally obsessed with exercise, though Jason's wife looked very much like a woman who went for weights more than aerobics -- next to zero body fat and all muscle.

Tawnie had it on good authority that Jason liked his women a little soft, with curves he could hold. He and his wife enjoyed a terrible sex life. But that explained why Jason always visited Tawnie.

She smoothed her hands down her sides and over her thighs, enjoying the feel of the silk, fur-lined robe wrapped around her body. A bark of laughter made her smile to herself.

Doug.

His looks were the polar opposite of Jason's. An ex-military man, Doug had let himself go the moment he got out. But he still remained a gentleman. That was his charm. He worshipped a woman with his amethyst eyes and made her feel special, like royalty come to life. And Tawnie did have a habit of bringing him to his knees.

Another married man. But even a man as good as Doug had moments of weakness. In fact, all her boys were married men. And each one had shown up for a Friday night poker tournament two hours early just to see her.

Ben knocked twice at the bedroom door. He was the gatekeeper, but then, it was his bedroom. Ben never stayed, though. He let the boys in and then took off until everyone had finished. He was the only one of the bunch not married and never had been. So far as Tawnie knew, he never wanted to be.

He opened the door enough so he could see in but the others couldn't and asked, "Ready?"

She blew him a kiss as her answer.

Book Summary

Hugh is proud to be a wraith and considers himself a spiritual ambassador whose purpose is to show the living that they don't need to fear the afterlife. When he travels to Whisper, drawn by the mating call of the magical horse to whom he is psychically bonded, he meets a woman who reminds him about the joys of old-fashioned human sex.

For Rebecca getting physical with the sexy New Zealander whose magical stallion has come to mate with her mare is the easy part. It's emotions she can't handle. Rebecca has a secret that keeps her from fully exploring and enjoying her existence as a wraith, but Hugh doesn't intend to let a chance for love fade away.
Whisper 3: Mating Call
Kate Hill
All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2012

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He was absolutely beautiful. Tall, dark and lean with deep brown eyes, he exuded strength and a fiery passion that sent her heart racing.

He approached, muscles rippling beneath his satiny coat.

Shivers raced through her and she leaned closer to him as he brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

For us it's love at first sight. We'll have our happily ever after. The problem isn't with us, but with our partners.

Clifton snorted and Rose brushed her face against his.

Nearby, they sensed Hugh and Rebecca's discomfort and annoyance.

Why do humans always do things the hard way?

* * *

"Looks like they're getting along fine," Hugh said, leaning against the fence surrounding the paddock at Rebecca's farmhouse.

Hugh's stallion, Clifton, and Rebecca's mare, Rose, had been summoned to each other by the mating call, a natural occurrence for their kind. Yet that didn't mean the sudden pull between them hadn't disrupted the lives of the human wraiths they were bonded to.

The trip from New Zealand to Whisper, Massachusetts in the States had been a bit rough. They'd flown through a storm and somehow the weather affected them, even in their spirit form, but Clifton had insisted on leaving as quickly as possible. Traveling in spirit form was faster than traveling by human methods. When the mating call came, wraith horses couldn't wait. Clifton would have flown off without Hugh to meet his destined mate.

In their corporeal form, they would need to book flights and Clifton would be forced to remain in quarantine like a normal animal.

Instead they sent word of their impending arrival to Rebecca and her horse by the wraith express.

Hugh left his apprentice in charge of his ranch, then in their spirit forms he and Clifton left for America.

When they arrived, the horses cantered off together like soulmates, leaving Hugh and Rebecca in awkward silence. He hadn't expected Rebecca to be so damn sexy. According to rumor, she was a self-appointed outcast among their kind. Somehow he'd expected her to look older and more severe. Though he wasn't sure how old she was because wraiths stopped aging after they changed, she looked no more than thirty. With smooth light brown skin and a body that was both curvy and strong, she incited desire in him such as he hadn't felt since his days as a mortal.

By the expression in her large amber eyes, she was surprised by their arrival... and not in a good way.

"Is everything okay?" Hugh asked.

Rebecca hadn't responded verbally to his previous comment about the horses. She merely stared at him with a look of death -- no pun intended. Besides, wraiths weren't fully dead. They moved through the veil between the living and the dead. Most had chosen their existence. The wraith who had given Hugh the gift had offered him a choice -- die a normal death or enter the world of wraiths. It wasn't as horrible as most people believed. Like many supernatural creatures, wraiths got a bum rap due to misconceptions about them.

"Now that you ask, no, everything isn't okay." She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him with those penetrating eyes. "You could have given us a little more notice that you were coming. Not that Rose seems to mind, but I'm not a horse responding to the mating call. I'm a woman with a life and I think I deserve the chance to plan for a guest."

Hugh blinked. "We sent word as fast as we could."

"I just got the message an hour ago."

One thing about the wraith express, it wasn't always dependable, at least not by human standards. Time usually didn't mean as much to wraiths as to humans. He'd heard that Rebecca still had a very human existence. She lived and worked among them as a farrier for corporeal horses. Knowing she resided in Whisper should have been enough to make him realize just how unusual she was.

The town of Whisper had a reputation, even among wraiths. Founded by supernatural outcasts, they lived by their own rules. Few places on Earth could lay claim to such a diverse group of magical beings living together in harmony.

"We sent the message days ago," Hugh said. "I'm sorry it got to you late. One of the messengers must have gotten sidetracked. I should have made it clear that time was of the essence."

"You could have picked up the phone and called."

Hugh felt almost foolish. She was right, but using the phone to contact another wraith hadn't entered his mind. Everyone used the wraith express to communicate, or so he'd thought.

Now that he'd met Rebecca, she seemed so human that he wondered why she'd chosen a wraith's existence.

"For some reason I thought you'd accept me and Clifton more readily if wraiths confirmed that our horses are soulmates. Most of us feel more comfortable around our own kind."

"Well I'm not like most people."

"I'm starting to see that. Listen, do you prefer I leave?" Hugh jerked his thumb toward the road.

The horses whinnied in unison and trotted toward the fence. Sticking their heads over, they communicated with their humans through a telepathic connection exclusive to wraiths and their steeds. It wasn't exactly a language, but a transfer of feelings. Wraith horses connected to their humans similarly to the way they bonded with their mates. The connection was eternal and unbreakable.

If Clifton and Rose were mates, then Hugh and Rebecca had better at least be friends. Neither would want to distance themselves from their steeds. While that didn't mean they had to mate as well, they were now, in a way, family.

Staring at Hugh, Rebecca decided she was most irritated by the short notice because she hadn't been given a chance to clean up after work. She was dirty and smelled like a stable. When a woman met a guy this gorgeous, she wanted to be ready.

Hugh had a muscular build, dark hair and huge blue eyes. His New Zealand accent fascinated her, as did the way he smiled. When he first arrived and introduced himself, she'd been stunned by her attraction to him, then furious that she hadn't had a chance to make a good first impression.

Chastising him for his sudden arrival obviously wasn't going to help their situation, but Rebecca had always been outspoken. It wasn't in her nature to be dishonest, nor was it in her nature to allow herself to be disrespected. No matter how cute this guy was, he should have given her proper notice before literally dropping into her life. Yet for the sake of the horses she needed to forgive, forget, and start fresh.

"No, you don't have to go," Rebecca said. She rubbed her arm. It felt a little sore since she'd visited several of her regular customers that morning. In her human form she still felt sensations, although she'd been told it was psychological rather than physical. Most wraiths eventually preferred their spirit form. Maybe because Rebecca hadn't changed that long ago, she still enjoyed feeling mortal, even if it wasn't always comfortable.

Once she faded to her spirit form, the soreness in her arm would vanish and her corporeal body would be completely restored the next time she changed into it.

"Do you want to come inside for a drink?"

Book Summary

Zoey has had erotic dreams about her boss, Sebastian Montcrief, for the longest time, but doubts he would ever look at her as more than an employee. When his cousin Andrew Montcrief joins Bellmont Enterprises, Zoey and Andrew team up to win her the attention of the elusive Sebastian.

"...a cute, emotional, and passionate story. For a light and refreshing read, Rescuing Zoey should hit the spot."

"I liked this story because of the determined personality of the heroine. Work relationships are very risky, especially if they don't work out. But if my boss had my thoughts all out of whack, I may be tempted to go for it..."

Book Summary Five Princesses. Five Dragons. A coincidence? I don't think so.

In the fairytale kingdom of Werthing Ton Fallorian (or WTF for short), fairytale folk have gone insane. With the imps of lust and wickedness on a rampage, no one is safe.

The Quest: Save the world. With sex... and magic? Definitely.

The Complication: Sex is deadly. Magic is broken. And nothing is going right.

Captured by an evil queen, chained to a sexy he-man of incredible proportions, and forced on a quest that no sane person would take, Princess Penelope must travel the treacherous swampland of Andvari. A terrible place of twisted magic where sex and murder are forbidden.

Shane Masters, on the other hand, believes every curse has its loophole, and every rule has a bend.

When their passion ignites, nothing can stop them. Not even death.

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

LR Cafe Best of 2012 Honorable Mention Winner - Best Cover of 2012

"The story was unique, well written, and so much fun... sexy and had just the right amount of wackiness to have me laughing. I really enjoyed the beautiful descriptions and the fun adventure as well as getting to know each of the characters."

"...an enchanting little tale that opened with a nice hook. The author’s comical voice sparked my interest and kept me turning pages. With its interesting characters and charming plot... a must-read for any erotic fantasy lover."

"Ms. Montgomery tells an exciting story with lots of humor and an ending that will leave the reader breathless."

Book Summary

With his lovers Gabriel and Lazarus, Jesse Eldridge traverses the shadowy realm of Abaddon, a world of demons and gods, in pursuit of Hiil, the rogue god of a neighboring world. Hiil fully intends on bringing all of Abaddon to its knees, but he doesn't realize that Gabriel has a secret weapon in the coming war: Jesse. As a vampire/elemental crossbreed, Jesse possesses powers surpassing those of both his lovers. There's little time for him to come into his full abilities, however, and it's going to take a miracle if he and his lovers are to survive.

"Jesse, our vamp crossbreed, is as awesome as he has been since book one. I really loved how Mychael tied the story up, the amazing world he sets us in; the way he does this in the amount of pages truly made it a worthwhile read."

"Erotic interludes blended within a fast paced, action packed drama brings Darkness in Paradise to life. Worth indulging... a tale of breathless high octane sex."

Book Summary

In the desert sands of Egypt, three lovers battle a maniacal curse. Only their love can save them.

Half vampire, half sphinx, Kahma roams the deserts of Egypt, praying for death -- until his lost love returns, reincarnated as archeologist Emma Bonham. But to fulfill the passion Kahma offers, Emma must part with her life.

Fascinated by the tale of Emma Bonham's disappearance some eighty years ago, Carson Bonham comes to Egypt to unravel the mystery. But the bloody carnage of Karnak's history has a way of repeating itself. The struggle to keep Carson alive will be a death defying act for the powerful vampire Sopdet.

Alexis Peters has no intention of returning to Egypt, until a mysterious dream lover promises endless pleasure if she will just return to him. Little does Alexis know she's bound to her Egyptian savior, the legendary sphinx, by a debt of blood...

This collection contains the previously released novellas in the Egyptian Lover series: Kahma, Sopdet, and Ardeth & Amenhotep.

Historical Erotic Romance

Book Summary

Some guys have all the luck and some guys love the pain. Slash Gunderson knows that feeling well. His place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. Can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?

Hiram Moline loves his job as the head of security for Glow. He's also in love with Slash. There's one major glitch -- someone has been sending Slash threatening letters. Hiram's not about to let anything happen to Slash. Can he convince Slash they've got something strong or will the stalker get the upper hand?
Here Without You
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2012 Megan Slayer

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"There is nothing like the feeling of walking in the door after a long tour and knowing you don't have to go anywhere for at least a week." Slash Gunderson tossed his duffle bag onto the floor and took a deep breath. The pine scent of his rustic home swirled around him, embracing him like an old friend. He loved the sound of silence. He'd thought about getting a bulldog or a couple of cats, but touring made having a pet damned near impossible. The silence also reminded him he didn't have the one thing he really wanted -- someone to share the house with. Not a roommate or a housemate, but a lover. Someone he trusted and wanted to be around. Sure, he loved the guys from Glow like brothers, but being that two were married and one was in a permanent relationship, he wasn't likely to score a hook-up.

Hook-ups. Slash toed off his running shoes, then flipped through the mail he'd picked up from the floor. No one really knew his address, so getting mail was like getting gold. "Bill, bill, bill," he muttered and flipped through the thin stack of envelopes.

One envelope bore smears and a scrawled address line. The return address had suffered more smearing, but the handwriting... he knew that writing. Knew it eerily well. V -- the crazy behind the mutilation letters -- was back.

He gulped and fought back the bile on his tongue.

The author of the letter made a point in large script to let Slash know who he or she was -- sort of. Another letter couldn't be good, and this one had something heavy in it.

The more Slash touched the envelope, the more he realized there wasn't just a piece of paper inside. Slash looked around the foyer and tossed the letter on the floor. Damn. If someone wanted to poison him, especially V, then Slash's need to read the mail had helped start the process.

He dropped the remaining letters onto the side table and took out his cell. He pressed the buttons to call the one person he trusted. Save for the police and the other guys in the band, there weren't too many people Slash counted on. Hiram ranked in the top slot.

"Moline."

The tingle shooting up Slash's spine shifted from fear to excitement. Every time he heard Hiram's bass voice, his body reacted. Hiram Moline's ensemble screamed, "I can kick your ass with a smile and not break a sweat." All muscle and brood with the right amount of snarl to make him sexy. Just being around Hiram scrambled Slash's brains. "Hey, man. I've got an envelope here. Can't read the damn thing."

"Okay. Is it like before?"

"I think so."

Besides being the best security guard Slash knew, Hiram cared. They'd gone out more than a couple times and ended the night together. They had a bond, unconventional, with handcuffs and a serious need to be spanked, but a bond nonetheless. When Hiram held him, Slash felt at ease and adored. Was that nuts?

"I'll be there in a moment."

The reassurance in Hiram's voice lifted Slash's spirits for a heartbeat. "How?" Where was Hiram if he could be there in a little bit? Slash turned to the sound of gravel crunching and peeked through the glass panels on either side of the front door. The fear subsided a bit.

Hiram climbed out of his truck and marched up the walkway. Good timing. Slash disconnected the call and placed the phone next to the discarded mail. "I was on my way here anyway. I wanted to talk to you, but I'd like to get this sorted out first. Let me see what you have."

Normally when Hiram walked through the door, all Slash could think of was jumping on him. Not with a strange letter lying at his feet. The fear came back and lumped in his belly.

"Fuck." Slash tapped his foot. "I should've called the cops first." God, he hated when his confidence tanked.

"Probably." Hiram's brows knotted and the muscles in his jaw tensed. "Doesn't look suspicious, but hell, who knows with this shit?" He groaned. "I'm not sure what the hell to do. If we open it and it's got something wicked in it, we're fucked. If it's on the level, we're not." He shook his head. "Fuck it. I don't feel right about letting it go."

Slash's skin crawled. He listened to Hiram make the phone call, but his thoughts went every which way. The life of a rock star quite frankly rocked. He loved every moment in the studio, the concerts for the fans, the meetings with the Glow Kids. Touring left a bit to be desired, but most of that was the time sitting idle in the bus. Whoever said the miles were endless wasn't kidding. He blew out a long breath and swallowed past the lump of fear in his throat. He held one of the scariest parts of being famous -- people who wanted to harm anyone in the media spotlight. His palms sweated and his foot bounced like it did when he got nervous. Having Hiram there helped, but as Hiram said, who knew what was in the letter?

Hiram nodded again and slipped his phone into the holster on his jeans pocket. "Called Mitchell Green with the Olmstead Police Department. He said they'd bag it and test your hand for chemicals. Shouldn't be ten minutes. No sweat."

No sweat. Slash closed his eyes. The only thing he feared more than the damned envelope was an attack from a fan. For all he knew the letter was the attack. He'd always imagined someone would try to hurt him while he was on stage.

"You're over-thinking." Hiram stepped in close enough his breath warmed Slash's cheeks. "Hey. I'm not about to let anyone hurt you."

Without looking at Hiram, Slash opened his eyes. The honesty in Hiram's voice got to him. His heart raced. Fuck buddies weren't supposed to have feelings for each other, and that was what he and Hiram were, right? He had to say something. "You say that to all the band members. Half the band is your family."

There, that put the emotions on ice and got his blossoming feelings back behind the wall surrounding his heart.

"That's not fair." Hiram tipped Slash's chin up, forcing him to look into Hiram's eyes. Instead of ridicule, something else shone in the icy blue depths...

Book Summary

Marry the frivolous prince? No! The quiet yet strong-willed Ella Duvaux would much rather stay in her tiny room where she can dream of erotic games of submission with a hero like the mysterious jouster known only as the Shadow Knight. If she can't convince one of her equally reluctant stepsisters to marry the prince, she'll lose her home and her dreams.

Prince Giles needs a wife with a big dowry to save the indebted kingdom. The lady he wants, the demure yet privately wicked Lady Ella, has no dowry and no interest in him. Is winning her over worth the risk to himself and the monarchy?

"Ms. Venton gives the reader a naughty story with lots of hot sex and unexpected humorous plot twists to keep the action jumping."

"An erotic Cinderella spin that will blow your mind. Who would’ve ever thought that Cinderella had such a dirty side and that the prince would be the one dishing out the punishment? Maybe fairy tales do come true after all."

Book Summary

Renard Glace's resort is the highlight of Sloane's Men of Alaska tour. Ren is handsome, rich, available, and a fellow fox shifter. He flirts with every woman, including plus-size her, and she knows not to take him seriously.

Ren may flirt outrageously with everyone else, but his intentions toward Sloane are till-death-do-us-part serious. He wants her in his bed... permanently, and he plans to turn up the heat during this tour, making his stop her last resort.

"...a fast-paced story that is filled with cute banter and a very steamy sexual encounter between the two main characters. The love scene between Ren and Sloane is sizzling hot."

"Ms. Sax gives the reader a thrilling love story as Sloane blooms as she learns to accept that a man like Renard can love a woman like her... that he loves every curve on her body."

Book Summary

Some days it sucks being a telepath, especially when your lover's nemesis is digging in your brain and picking apart your memories.

Raylin Fabian endured a lot growing up in a war-torn universe, but nothing has prepared her for the special kind of hell Commander Bartholomew Tristam has in store for her.

The commander has a score to settle with her captain and lover -- his brother -- and she's just a pawn for the sadistic man's revenge. Enduring the agony, she takes solace in the occasional thought or feeling she gleans from the man she loves as he too suffers unspeakably.

When an alien offers to help them escape, she's willing to do anything, including a telepathic three-way to save herself and her friends.

"Ms. Monroe takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as Raylin tries to decide how far she is willing to go to save the man she loves."

Book Summary

Matt Blood's brother Cliff has arrived on Earth and is working with Bailey's Bail Bonding. Unfortunately, Matt's out of town on a case when the feds show up to investigate a bond depositor scam, and Blood's boss has been implicated. Cliff is on his own finding the real culprit while trying to run interference with sexy Deputy US Marshal Falen Scott. But Marshal Scott has his own secrets -- along with a fiery attraction that Cliff seems to share.

"The exceptionally enjoyable short story plot is packed with plenty of action, a mystery and some very interesting characters. Falen and Cliff’s shared intimacies along with their investigative skills make them an invincible team."

"Declan Sands takes the action to a new high with an excellent mystery to ponder and hot sexy men to appreciate."

"I fell in love with Cliff and Falen right off the bat... a really good time reading this one."

Book Summary

Alex Gibbs, a new vampire -- suicidal, strung out, and blood hungry -- goes hunting at a Kansas City club known for its paranormal tolerance. Gorgeous werewolf Rafir Caras, an ex-Army Ranger who works security at the club, instantly feels drawn to Alex. The young vampire feels like "pack." Instead of killing Alex, Rafir takes him home to save him.

Rafir's plan has one major roadblock -- his lover and only other pack member, Julia Deihl. Julia had been sold into slavery to a European master vampire when she was a teenager. Twenty years later and ten years free, she hates vampires, and has vowed she will never be a blood-monkey for any of them ever again.

Alex wishes he could end it all, Rafir is determined to rescue him, while Julia is hell-bent on seeing to his demise. The three of them together are volatile, unpredictable, and erotically charged -- a sexy combination with the potential to heal the wounds of their pasts and present.
Dying Room Only
Reneé George
All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2012 Reneé George

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For Alex Gibbs, the intoxicating energy of Corazon de la Muerte -- an exclusive vampire club in downtown Kansas City -- sang like Chef Bobby Flay ringing the dinner bell. He'd staggered in, ragged and beastly, sick with blood hunger. A redhead stood at the hostess podium inside the front door. The woman wore latex and leather -- a combo of hot pink and midnight blue. Her expression mimicked her hairstyle, tightly bound and severe. A man, large, nearly seven feet tall, blond and imposing, walked up behind her and squeezed her shoulders.

"Nadine, when you get a chance, Gui wants to see you in the back."

The hostess nodded, gave the blond man a wink, then stamped Alex's hand, giving him a wry look when he passed through the blacked out interior glass doors.

Strobe lights flashed, making everyone and everything in the club a staccato mimicry of real life. He watched the pulsing blue lights as they matched the equally fast beat of the hard driven techno music. The scent of sweet booze, sweaty bodies, and raging hormones wove around the room like strands of a spider's silk. It tethered the dozens of bodies littering the floor, along with the erotic acts cages and bar and barstools, connecting them all in a unique collective. Alex inhaled deeply.

A voluptuous brunette, human for sure, drew his attention. He watched her get up from the bar and follow a vampire, decked out in full-on black latex, including a partial mask, into one of the back rooms. Alex sat on the barstool before anyone beat him to it. It didn't take long to become acutely aware of several people staring at him. His disheveled and slightly dirty appearance attracted unwanted attention.

A striking man, dark hair, brown eyes, deeply tanned skin, sat down beside him. His face had both sharp and soft edges -- a straight Roman nose, angular narrow jawline, prominent cheekbones, and full lips. Warmth radiated from him like an electric heater -- at least ten degrees hotter than the normal human temperature. The man swiveled to face him.

The tone of his low voice held a slight timbre. "Stay out of trouble, pup." He got up and walked away from Alex to a corner in the back. The man leaned against the wall, crossed his arms -- his biceps bulging with the small effort -- and cast one last glance at Alex before scanning the room.

Alex shook his head, wondering who in the hell, and what in the hell the guy was. He certainly didn't read human.

"What are you looking for tonight?" A dark-haired girl, around Alex's age, maybe twenty or twenty-one, sidled up next to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. She leaned in close and turned her neck up to him slightly. "I have what you need, baby."

Alex wanted to drain her, to empty her until every drop of blood in her veins flowed into his. The man across the room was still staring. Alex gestured toward him and asked the girl, "Who is that?"

"Oh, honey. You are barking up the wrong tree there." She laughed. "Get it? Barking! He's a werewolf." She laughed even more. "Besides, I'm a tasty treat. Trust me, darling."

To emphasize her point, she placed her fingers on his lips, then slid a tip into his mouth. His fang dropped down and punctured her fragile human skin. Smiling, she pulled her finger out from between his lips and placed it in her mouth and sucked. "Let's go somewhere private."

Alex didn't fight the urge. He couldn't. He'd stopped being in charge when he'd chosen to try once again to deny his vampire. Between the blood hunger and the stomach cramps, he couldn't put off his need any longer. He followed his willing victim to the back of the club, out a service entrance, and into a deserted alleyway.

* * *

Rafir Caras stood back and watched the young vampire. The werewolf had been working security for Guillermo Diaz, the club's owner, for nearly eight years. He'd learned to recognize trouble when he saw it sit down on a barstool, and this vampire was trouble. His dirty, disheveled appearance hadn't been what put Rafir onto the boy. There were several of the vamps in the city who liked to play homeless. People went out of their way to avoid eye contact with the street people.

The kid had been in his early twenties when he had died. No telling how old he was in vampire years, but Rafir figured him to be fairly new to the game. He had sandy brown hair, shaggy, just below the ears. Up close, his eyes had been a startling hazel-green with rust and gold flecks. He had the sharp lines of an athlete. Probably an All-American type. The idea made Rafir wonder how the young man had managed to get himself in this situation.

Who knew with vampires; sometimes they were willing, sometimes victims. This boy definitely felt like "victim."

Rafir watched as Sue Strattman picked up the kid. The brunette vampire-junkie was probably biting off more than she could chew with the young man. He was hungry, and not just in a "daily feed" kind of way. He smelled sick and strung out.

No, it was something else about the kid. He clenched like a heroin addict jonesing for a fix. Rafir was under strict orders not to interfere with vampire business though, unless one of the bloodsuckers stepped over the line from player to killer.

This boy had a look that said the line was a big ol' wallflower who wouldn't get asked to dance. He'd given him fair warning, but his kind of vamp -- the desperate kind -- never listened.

* * *

The blood surge tongue-fucked Alex inside out. In biology class, he'd learned the human body circulates blood through the entire vascular system in about a minute -- which is how long it took the richly oxygenated blood in the girl's system to turn brass and thick, not as tasty, but still delicious. Alex wanted to stop, but his beast wouldn't let him. It was starved, and it didn't like being starved. This was Alex's punishment for denying the monster inside him. It would take and take until there was nothing left of its victim. She would be a hollow husk. An empty meat sack.

The gush of the girl's life-force rushed wildly through Alex's veins. His body tingled with the sheer pleasure of her body going limp in his arms. He held her tightly as her skin turned pale, while his flushed pink. Slowly he returned to the forefront of his consciousness -- the vampire, satiated, relinquishing control.

He looked down at the dying girl in his grasp as he pulled away from her neck. Not a drop of blood ran down his chin. His vampire was efficient if nothing else. The girl's head lolled to the left, and the smile on her face, even as the last breath left her lungs, told him that his vampire, in the very least, had not been cruel.

"Son of a bitch!"

Alex heard the cry about the same time as he felt the smack against his head. He dropped the girl and staggered sideways toward the Dumpster.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, not bothering to fight back when another blow drove him to his knees.

He blinked up and saw the werewolf from inside the club. It seemed fitting. A monster to kill a monster. The man held up a bludgeon of some kind and smacked Alex again, connecting with his shoulder, then his jaw. It brought him down onto the pitted concrete. His cheek pressed into a small puddle of water left over from an early rain.

The guy dropped the club and stared down at Alex. "What's wrong with you?" he yelled. "You have a fucking death wish?"

"Yeah, I kind of do," Alex mumbled. "She's not the first I've killed. I deserve death." He gazed at the man through his puffy eyelids. "Kill me."

Unexpectedly, the man sat on the ground next to him and pulled Alex's head onto his lap. He smoothed his hair. "Someone did a real number on you. Huh, kid?"

Alex turned his upper body to face him. He could feel his injuries already healing, in large part to the fresh feeding. The warmth of the man radiated even through the fabric of his jeans. The heat made Alex feel nearly human again, as if he wasn't a cold, dead thing. He licked his lips, the girl's blood still fresh in his mouth. "You're not going to kill me?"

"Don't be disappointed." He caressed Alex's cheek. "I still might."

Alex's cock grew semi-hard, partly due to the fresh blood in his system, but mostly due to this man's kindness. "Who are you?"

"Just a dude."

The off the cuff reply wasn't what Alex expected.

"I'm Rafir," he answered, as if saying his name said it all.

"Alex," he replied back, snuggling his face against Rafir's groin, rubbing his cheek along the densely zippered cloth. He felt the man's cock grow large beneath the fabric. Now that his vampire had been fed, he was a mixture of ashamed, content, and horny. A wicked combination, Alex thought, considering Rafir might pummel him to death.

"Stop," Rafir said.

Alex snaked a hand between his face and Rafir's groin. He squeezed the growing bulge. "Make me."

Rafir snatched Alex's hand, a firm grip serving as an anchor on reality for the young vampire. "Stop."

Alex pursed his lips, then relaxed them. He developed a plan of action, a way to permanently put an end to his uncensored desires. "Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Then I'll stop." He pushed his palm against the outline of Rafir's bulging shaft. "Kill me," Alex whispered.

Book Summary

Cassidy Kerrigan has reluctantly left her computer to assume the role of host for a brand-new prime-time monster hunt called Wild Things. Along with Andrei Dinu, her guide/cameraman/vampire lover, she visits an Egyptian pyramid that is supposedly cursed. Will they encounter the depravity, pestilence and catastrophe that are the supposed fate of all who dare enter?

"I love the relationship between Cassidy and Andrei and as much as he claims he cannot love, his actions speak louder than words. These are short stories but each one is sexy and fun."

Book Summary

Struggling to save her pack in a fight to the death, Leiah has no clue what she's in for when the Shadow Wolf, Rikker, intervenes. In one swoop, he claims her and threatens to take her away from the only family she's ever known. Leiah rejects his claim, even though she craves him as much as he craves her. Can these two Shadow Wolves find a balance before Leiah's beloved pack is torn apart?

"...a fast-paced story that is filled with action and a lot of sexual encounters between Rikker and Leiah. I liked Leiah. I liked Rikker too. He's not only gorgeous, but he's smart, possessive, and very protective of Leiah. The love scenes between them are hot."

"Ms. Karland explores what is more important: love or one’s responsibility. Rikker and Leiah are perfectly matched and cannot deny that they want each other..."

"Rikker and Leiah are perfectly matched... a great read with exciting moments and everlasting memories."

Book Summary

One night spent in a human woman's arms brought Bane, a son of Satan, as close to heaven as he'd ever get. Knowing he'd want Iris again and again, he left a part of himself in her mind. Returning to claim her, Bane angered the one creature other than Satan who could control him. Now the only way he can have Iris is to convince her she wants him as much as he needs her.

But the seed Bane planted in her mind that fateful night has taken root and Iris is becoming a wanton force to be reckoned with. Not every thirst can be quenched at Omen's, a club where monsters reign. Some need to go to hell!

"J. Hali Steele takes the reader to Hell and brings along Heaven’s Vampire to exact revenge on the son of Satan. A human woman is sandwiched between them as their dark sexual past is revealed to the reader."

Book Summary When MAX Home Security tries to hire their private investigation firm to prove the corruption the company is on trial for occurred without the knowledge of the upper management, Ian and Hannah are reluctant to help.

Unfortunately, MAX's legal team thinks it looks good for their PR to have Hacked Investigations involved, forcing Ian and Hannah's hand. But Ian's headaches are getting worse, and Hannah and Ian will have to rely on each other even more if they stand a chance of getting out of this mess alive.

Book Summary

Nothing gets steamier than the Everglades in summer, except Irina's fantasies about her fellow wildlife officer, Javier. When a summer thunderstorm curtails their hunt for feral pythons, Irina and Javier seek refuge, where Irina discovers there's only one thing Javier has been hunting... her.
Snake in the Grass
Adera Orfanelli
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Copyright (c)2012 Adera Orfanelli

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Droplets of water dripped over Irina's neck and down between her breasts. The thin white tank top and cotton sports bra turned translucent beneath the sudden rainstorm.

Irina stood and lifted her braid of auburn hair, squeezing water from the thick rope before letting it fall limply against her neck. Picking up her now soaking bag and snake stick, she turned to find Javier's hot gaze on her breasts.

Irina glanced down to see her hard nipples pointed against the thin fabric, the darker circles of her areolas visible. "Shouldn't let yourself get distracted," she said with a half smile.

Javier shifted his stance in a way that made Irina wonder if he sported a hard-on. Thinking about her tall, muscled Hispanic mentor with his thick cock engorged with blood made her mouth and her pussy water.

"Maybe we should find some cover." Javier gestured to the sky. "No snake is going to be out in this weather. They're holed up in burrows or hiding in trees."

Irina nodded and turned toward a grove of close-knit cypress trees. The bromeliads beneath would provide some cushion, and hopefully the intertwined branches would stop the worst of the rain. Then they could get out there again and look for that python.

A new warehouse on the western edge of Miami had hired them. Two African Rock Pythons had been sighted, and the aggressive constrictors needed to be captured before they reproduced.

She leaned against the tree and squeezed her thighs together. Damn, she was so horny even thinking about snake sex had her aching. Pulling a water bottle from its holster on her belt, she took a long drink. When she lowered the bottle, Javier stood directly in front of her.

She gasped. Her fingers opened and the bottle tumbled with a soft thud at her feet. His big hand cupped the side of her breast, fingers perilously close to her hard nipple. She glanced down to see where he touched her, heat burning into her from his hand. She shivered.

"You're chilled. Dry off before you catch a cold."

"It's still raining," she replied, her voice no more than a whisper. The urge to squirm, to shrug her shoulder and bring his fingers closer to her nipple shuddered through her. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and pulled at the damp fabric of his shirt. "And I'm not the only one who's wet."

Javier groaned. His fingers brushed across her hard nipple and he leaned in to captured her mouth. A hard kiss, not asking, demanding, taking advantage of her gasp to thrust his tongue in.

Irina melted against him. Water, snakes, even the tree she leaned against faded away as the object of her fantasies made them come true. She opened for him, spreading her legs. When he moved closer, his cock pressing against her stomach, she hooked an ankle around the back of his calf. A moan escaped her. She kissed him again, drawing her tongue along the length of his, demanding he fill her mouth.

Book Summary

Gunner is ready to give up on life. Imprisoned for eternity is not how he'd envisioned returning to the Doppelganger realm. He's been pushed, punished and tortured, but nothing has been able to break him. Until she comes on a three-moon night.

Melanie is a Wraith seeking revenge. She hadn't planned on tangling with Gunner, but he provides what she needs to survive.

Begging for an end, Gunner is startled when the strange king offers freedom, but it comes with a price.

As Melanie searches for her killer and Gunner works toward his freedom, will they discover their paths are heading in the same direction? And is this direction toward something better, or toward the void of darkness neither can seem to elude?
Bad Gone Better
Ayla Ruse
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Copyright (c)2012 Ayla Ruse

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Twin Realm
7th Level of the Aanyon Prison
Solitary Confinement

Melanie stifled a sigh and pulled her tattered cloak tighter around her full body. The king still spoke to Gunner. A glance through to the open sky above showed two moons already up. It shouldn't be long until the third made its ascent, marking her time to come out.

She noticed the king, Thomas, looking upward as well. She hummed low in her throat, projecting her voice toward the king, pushing him to move along. She didn't know what Thomas spoke to Gunner about every night, and she didn't care. The space they were in was cavernous with an opening above instead of a roof. Voices tended to travel up.

There had been a time she would have eavesdropped, if for no other reason than to gain an understanding of the ever-changing vernacular of the time. She'd been a Wraith so long now that the nuances of what served as modern speech came to her easily.

No, their conversations were their own. The only reason she was here in the first place was because Thomas had told her Gunner might be a good candidate from which to feed, to keep her alive until she could take her vengeance.

It twisted her inside, having to wait. She was a Wraith, a feared and shunned creature. She should not have to be at the mercy of another. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the human realm, so the same rules didn't apply.

Booted footsteps echoed on the stones leading out of the spacious area. Thomas stopped to clear his throat, as if she wouldn't know he was leaving. Just because he couldn't see her didn't mean she couldn't see every detail of him. She didn't acknowledge him, but waited until he'd passed out of the protected gates before turning around to take her fill of the imprisoned Doppelganger called Gunner.

Thick blond hair that almost touched his shoulders always caught her eye first. The black streak along his temple gave him an air of mystery, and his defiant stance belied his situation. He stood tall and surprisingly muscular for having been in prison for so long. Five years, she'd thought Thomas had told her. No matter. Strung up like he was, he wasn't going anywhere. Besides, he maintained enough humanity from his stint on the human realm to serve her needs: to stay alive.

Knowing she depended on him made her insides twitch again. A part of her wished she didn't have to do what she did, or at least, she wished their time could be different. The constant recollection of why she was here in the first place stamped out any mercies that would have resided inside her soul, if she had one.

"The third moon is out," Gunner announced into the silent night. "This is when you show up, isn't it? Where are you?"

She gritted her teeth in annoyance. He sounded bored and put out. Damn the man. Damn the unfound Doppelganger who'd put her in this position in the first place, and damn the bubbling anger stirring up inside her over this whole damn situation.

She glided toward her victim. It was easier to think of Gunner as a victim. He made her feel things that were... foreign, so the quicker she could take what she needed, the quicker she could leave to continue her search. Besides, time was of the essence, because the sustenance he provided lasted only a short while.

He lifted his head as she approached. He couldn't see her yet, as she'd kept her cloak tight around her body, but she could tell he sensed her. She'd been coming to him every night for a week, and each time he seemed more attuned to her.

"Are you going to let me see you tonight?" he asked.

She blew out a whisper. "No."

He sighed. "I don't know why you're so secret. It's not like there's anyone here. Are you going to tell me how you get in here?"

"No."

"Fine." He braced his feet as far apart as the shackles allowed and wrapped his hands around the chains attached to his wrists. These chains led up and away from his body, so that he stood spread eagle. He almost reminded her of the Indians she'd known when she'd been alive, standing tall and proud against an enemy.

"Do your worst," he challenged.

She paused. He stared straight ahead, his naked body gleaming in the three moons' light. Thin scars crisscrossed nearly every inch of his body. She wondered what could have made them, but she pushed the thoughts away. She wasn't here to get to know him. She wasn't here to play nice or to make him like her. She was here to survive. She had to remember only this.

She dropped her arms so he could see the outline of her cloak, but little else. She circled him, letting the material brush his body. He jerked, and she smiled to see his cock harden.

"I'm here now." She pushed the whisper to his ear. "I'm here to take what I need. To take what you give."

Book Summary

Special Agent Rob Hunter lives to protect. After all, it's what unicorn shifters have done since God created virgins. When his best friend asks him to help his little sister recuperate after she's injured, Rob doesn't hesitate. He has fond memories of the sweet little tomboy who chased after them when they were kids.

But half-phoenix Kenna Monroe has grown up into a sexy, smart-mouthed vixen with a chip on her shoulder when it comes to relationships. As an ex-cop who now leads a crack team of commandos into pockets of paranormal resistance, she needs a champion even less than she needs her childhood crush reawakening all her old feelings.

So what's a traditional unicorn to do when the woman he's falling for isn't a virgin, doesn't need protection and is hotter in bed than any sane man can resist?

Book Summary

Once a year Drifa, a white werewolf, goes into heat. She also plays bass and sings in an up and coming rock band. This year her heat comes inconveniently early. They're on tour, and she can't just run off leave her bandmates. Especially when a record company is sending out a talent scout. Time to find a lover, and fast. But a single mortal won't hold up for the four or five days of nearly non-stop sex. What's a girl wolf to do?

Aiden Jones has worked for "Mick" McNeil at Night Creature Music for years. Aiden's more than just a talent scout -- he's Mick's partner, in bed and out. But one lover's never enough to feed a vampire. Part of Aiden's job is to find willing bedmates and blood donors for his newly turned boss. Rule one, no mixing business with dinner. Don't feed on band members. Ever. But one look at Drifa, one word from her siren lips and Aiden can't seem to think straight.

Drifa can't resist the sexy Aiden and when she finds he has a willing partner for a three-way, she thinks her problems have been solved. But they're only just beginning. Can she protect Mick from the vampires out for his blood -- and still satisfy her hunger for both Aiden and Mick?

"This author is quickly showing me why they should be on my auto buy list permanently. I loved seeing the bond grow between these three. The love that Aiden and Mick have is beautiful and watching the two work through their feelings for Drifa was a wonderful thing to see."

The thefts of priceless tribal objects are only the beginning...

Tiana Slickpoo has spent the last six years of her life trying to forget the one man who holds her heart. A carrier of sacred objects, Tiana’s spiritual responsibilities made it impossible for her to follow him off the rez and out into the world. But when priceless tribal objects are stolen from the local tribal museum and her art gallery, she may have no choice but to work with a man she would rather never see again.

Lights, cameras, and a whole lot of action.

Voyeur was built on a simple premise: people like to watch. When Gage Sinclair hires Chi Zimmer, it's strictly because he wants to bed him, but what Gage learns about Chi could lead to Gage's death at the hands of Chi's obsessive ex.

When confronted with Chi's secrets, Gage must decide whether to stay with him or give up the one man who means the world to him.

A delivery for the GPA goes horribly wrong and Talon Versuthion crash lands on Tumaro, the notorious wolf-shifter planet. Lucky to be alive, Tal desperately wants to find his missing adopted sister, but instead meets Alpha King Blazell Roughshire--Tal's fated mate. Before the two can settle into their relationship, they have to deal with conspiracy, murder, kidnapping, Tal's lost memory and his forgotten brothers. But their biggest obstacle is a centuries' old plot to eradicate the human race. Tal, who has made it a point to never fall in love, has to decide if he can open his heart and let Blaze be passion's hero.

CONTENT ADVISORY: This book contains scenes of rape or near rape. This is a re-edited, re-release title.

During the Civil War Joseph Moncure, shifter and newspaper owner, lost the only man he ever loved and he vowed it wouldn't happen again.

Cal Gilbert, a homeless veteran of the Iraq War, found a purpose in life when he created Rebuild NOLA, an organization which refurbishes derelict houses for the homeless.

Joseph, tired of purveying the news, decides it's time to find somewhere else to channel his time and energy. When he learns about Rebuild he joins the organization, despite the instant antipathy between him and Cal.

Antipathy turns to grudging respect then friendship between the two men. Now Joseph must decide if he can once again allow love into his life after swearing 'Never Again'.

Beau Garner meets Nash Tyler under very strange circumstances. Beau's so not the gun type. He keeps saying that! Their relationship develops over a period of time filled with one wild ride after another. Beau, with his OCD, is the owner of a successful event planning company called Details. Everybody knows, or he thinks they should, that to get things done well, it's all in the details.

Beau goes from planning parties, weddings, and showers with his well-chosen staff, to nearly getting arrested, to saving a young woman, to becoming the victim of hate crimes, and then things really take a turn. Now what? Thank God he's got Nash, but what if his life is too crazy for Nash?

Book 3 in The Twilight of Magic Saga

Tags BilBon Franks, magic, coming of age, unicorn, mountain ponies, Britannia in 5th century, Deva Victrix, Lindum, Romans in Britain, Welsh mountain ponies, Welsh ponies

Ancient prophecies have foretold the future of Faerie and of Caylith’s old homeland Britannia. Faerie is doomed to fall, possibly very soon. Oracles have named Caylith as the one who will lead all the denizens of Faerie from the twilight of magic into a new dawn and ensure that the people of Britannia and the scrolls of antiquity are saved from the coming barbarian invasions. In spite of the burden of being a “deliverer,” Caylith gathers her closest friends and allies and embarks on a journey to save both worlds.

But Faerie has already begun to be consumed by a ghastly mist and by some evil that seems to be draining life from her grandfather, even as it fells one of her close friends. How can Caylith truly be the savior, when she cannot save her friend, or even herself, from an evil that is far greater than she could possibly imagine?

Tags Fantasy, alternate reality, city in the clouds, time portals, adventure, banshee, vampyr, romance, quest for Book of Secrets, martial arts, Shadow Riders, mind-readers, desert people,

Talk about the worst first date ever! Lara lets her friend Carrie talk her into a blind date, only it turns out the handsome stranger waiting for Lara after work isn’t Carrie’s cousin after all. And, when they’re chased through a portal to another world, Lara realizes Rhys really is out of this world.

Rhys believes Lara’s alternate in his dimension, Lyra, has left clues in her subconscious to the whereabouts of the Book of Secrets which explains the mystery of time travel. Power-hungry telepaths pursuing them will stop at nothing to get it, even if it means breaking Lara’s mind. To complicate matters, Lara gets tangled up in her feelings for Rhys while exploring her connection with Lyra.

With Rhys as her guardian, a bear of a man named Azle to guide her, and the spirit of Lyra haunting her dreams, Lara must find the Book of Secrets before it falls into the hands of those who want its power. Only then can she return to her world safely.