My erotic werelion paranormal romance novella, Beast Magic, is going to be in print, along with Jude Mason's Cat's Claw and Skylar Sinclair's Purr for Me. The book, Shifting Desires comes out July 28th from PHAZE .
ISBN: 978-1-60659-056-0

Sapphire Phelan

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They came from two different worlds.
Ramses was a werelion. Shana Tory was human. The Dreaming foretold them as soul mates.
So Ramses tracked her down in America, and when he found her, made her his and brought her back home with him to the South African Bushveld.
But others from his pride, led by one evil lioness, do not want them together.
Besides their lives, will their love survive the coming war?

Excerpt from Beast Magic-must be 18 and older to read it and the anthology:

Ramses paced one end of the cage to the other. He acknowledged the other lions briefly as they watched him with an air of fear and respect. They knew what he really was. Shapeshifter. Changer of forms. One of many that, like him, were behind the myths of werebeasts, except they weren't myths.

He stopped and smiled. It was something that a pure lion couldn't do. Sharp fangs glinted in the moonlight.

The funny thing about werewolves, werelions, weretigers, and other shapeshifting creatures of magic were that the human stories made claim to a man changing into a beast. Actually, it was the other way around. Among the animal and bird kingdom, a few were born with the magical ability to be able to become a human being. Strangely enough, it seemed only the predators could do this and not those who fed upon vegetation. Ramses could never figure out why this was. But it had always been so.

Usually a shapeshifter mated with another shapeshifter. But mostly, the Dreaming would reveal a human as the potential mate. And so, the identity of his mate had come to him. Ever since he was a cub, he had seen his anisa in dreams.

One female shapeshifter, Kaket, had tried to gain his interest, to mate with her. He refused, letting her know that he had the Dreaming, and that his true mate waited for him across the Great Water in another land called America. Angry, Kaket told him he would be sorry he had denied her.

The human woman must have dreamed of him too. For today she had come, drawn to him. Ramses had awoken, sensing her. He had left the sleeping quarters and saw her for the first time outside of his dreams.

Tall and long limbed, she had a long red golden mane that gleamed like fire when the sunlight struck it. Her eyes were beautiful green, just like the lush grass of home. That gaze of jade had stared into his eyes, stirring him. Breasts, just the right size for a male's hands, jutted forward and tented the man-made material she wore like a second skin. His cock had hardened against his belly, pointing toward her like it was trying to reach for her woman's sex. Ramses had felt the urge to leap over the boundary that separated them and fuck her in his lion or human form, it didn't matter which. The impulse had overtaken him and he almost lost his control when she had turned tail and ran.

Time to take it to the next level.

With a thrust of his hind legs, Ramses launched through the air and sailed over both the stone boundary and metal fence. He landed on the other side of the cement ground just outside the lion enclosure. Without a backward glance at the other lions, he bounded away.

He had a mate to claim and a destiny to fulfill.

Here is from Jude Mason's Cat's Claw:

The death of a long time friend, leads Morgan Fields on an extraordinary quest into the backwoods where she finds love and so much more. Joshua Lansing, the son of her deceased friend helps her explore the heritage she never knew was hers.

[color=Black]Adult Excerpt:
Off balance, Morgan hesitated. Feeling a little foolish, after all this was where she'd been going, she strode through the door. The home she stepped into was like nothing she'd ever seen before. It was divided into two rooms; the room she stood in was the main one, a combination living room, kitchen and bedroom, straight ahead and to her right, she saw a partially opened door that led into a bathroom. Dark, richly oiled wood was everywhere; the floor, walls and ceiling. Even the countertops in the kitchen were a polished lighter wood, as was the headboard of the bed, which was placed at the left wall in a kind of alcove created by the bathroom wall. A large stone fireplace dominated the room. That's where the light came from that she'd seen and fled towards. Earth tones of browns, greens and oranges made up the colors of almost everything: bedding, the cover on the single couch and chair that faced the fireplace, as well as the heavy drapes that were drawn back from the windows.

"I asked who you were, lady." Joshua interrupted her silent appraisal of his domain. She looked back at him with a pang of regret. She hated being the bearer of bad news, even when she had no choice.

"I'm sorry," she stammered and turned to face him. "This is amazing, your place, I mean." She did a slow spin, getting one last good look at the place and him, before breaking the news. "My name's Morgan Field. I knew your father—"

"Knew?" he interrupted, frowning. "You said you knew him. Has something happened to my father?"

"I'm sorry." She hated the quiver in her voice. At that moment, she'd have given anything to be somewhere else, have someone else break the news to this gorgeous man. Taking a deep breath, she went on before she lost her courage. "Your father passed away a week ago yesterday. I'm the executor of his will, he—"

"Passed away?" He looked as if she'd punched him in the stomach. His face paled, a haunted look shadowed his eyes. "You mean he's dead? My father's dead?"

"Yes," she said as softly and as gently as she knew how. His sorrow was like a blanket wrapping around not only him, but also her and the room. She dropped her bag and took a step towards him. "I'm so sorry."

Before she could say anything else, Joshua staggered and looked as if he was going to collapse. She lunged forward, slipping an arm around his waist. Taking his other arm, she wrapped it around her shoulders and guided him to the large, comfortable-looking couch.

The warm flesh of his hip under her palm stirred a longing she'd been trying to ignore ever since she'd first seen him. The towel did almost nothing to hide his firm body. It had been much too long since she'd had a man. Circumstances made that difficult for her at the best of times. A flash of memory, a re-occurring dream, or nightmare of passion, of tearing flesh, the taste of blood in her mouth and a craving that left her weak and trembling, all mixed together made her shudder. Determinedly pushing her desire for him aside, she focused on getting him to sit down before he fell down. It was not the time to let her own problems surface. Glancing through the nearby window she saw the soft moonlight, and felt the pang of a longing she'd kept hidden all her life.

She heard a soft groan when she eased him down, and felt the muscles in his chest writhe when she pressed her palm against him. A familiar response to tension, she thought; inside she had a niggling glimmer of something else.

"I haven't seen him for almost two years," Joshua said abruptly. As if that first confession broke the lock, the rest came tumbling out. "We disagreed about some things. Family mostly, they seemed important at the time. Funny," he looked into her eyes, and she saw the heart-wrenching pain of his loss, "it doesn't seem important now. I'd give anything to see him one last time. Tell him I loved him. Tell him that both of us were right."

Joshua lurched to his feet and pushed past her, nearly knocking her over. Startled, she reached out and grabbed. The towel came away without so much as a tug.

Morgan stared dumbstruck at the soft, white, slightly damp cloth in her hand, her mouth dropped open. Blinking, she glanced up at him, standing just as dumbstruck. Naked and beautiful. She blurted, "Oh my God! I—I…" Her face flashed hot with embarrassment, but she couldn't turn away, he was a magnificent animal. Only the reason for her visit made her hold the towel toward him. Under other circumstances, she was sure she'd have moved in and taken advantage of the beautiful man.

Jude Mason - Come, explore with me...if you dare!*

And from Skylar Sinclair's Purr for Me:


Panteara is a beast-shifting panther. For the females of her kind, they shift into half human, half panther on their day of birth--their birthday. Lucky for her, it happens to be on Halloween. This primping puss is all sexed up and heading out to a friend’s Halloween party dressed as, you guessed it, a sleek pelted and curvaceous panther.

Roarke Rawling has been coerced by his sister, Tabby, into going to this damn Halloween party and, to top if all off, he’s dressed in a skintight lion tamer’s costume. Bored out of his mind, ready to leave the party with a vest pocket full of unwanted woman’s phone numbers, he catches sight of a luscious cat woman entering the party. Now, there’s one pussy he’d love to tame.

Sit back and get ready for the fur to fly when you mix together a sexy panther and an arrogant lion tamer.


A deep, hedonistic voice spoke close to her left ear, ruffling the fine hairs near the top her temple as he did, “I bet I can make you purr.”

Panteara slowly turned toward the delicious voice, stepping back, only to have to stop her mouth from gapping wide open. At first, all she could see was this massive wall of muscle. She had to look up and step back once more to get the full picture of the man who stood before her.

For once in her life, she was totally speechless. All she could do was look this tall drink of water up and down, taking in every scrumptious inch of him. Her eyes kept stalling at the large package between his legs, held in place by the shiny black tights he wore so well.

Finally she moved past that large treat onto his ripped and muscled abdomen, where again, a fine trail of hair pulled her right back to his sizeable endowment. She swore it grew larger each time she eyed it. Before her stood a tall Greek deity, dressed in a very revealing lion tamer’s outfit, complete with a wicked looking whip wrapped around his tight, lean waist. He wore a black leather vest that looked too small for his large frame. His chest was lightly furred with pale, blonde curly hairs. He had a strong handsome face, distinctly refined nose and a wide mouth. His lower lip was fuller than his upper, giving him a slightly pouty appeal, which begged her to run her tongue along the seam of those lips. On his thick wrists he wore black leather studded wristbands. She’d bet that his large hands would feel like raw silk moving over her exposed and silken fur.

What almost stopped her heart were his eyes. They resembled orbs of goldstone, a rich burnished brown gemstone with dispersions of gold flecks. She could’ve drowned in the depth of his sensual gaze. He had a wild mane of tawny hair that was thickly layered around his face. On any other man it would have looked ridicules, on him it was sexier than hell.

Panteara had almost fallen under his sexual spell until she noticed he’d hiked up one blonde eyebrow and his lips parted in a grin of pure male arrogance, exposing strong white teeth, a look that said: I am gorgeous and I know it.

Panteara gave herself a mental shake, and then narrowed her eyes at him. He wanted to play, then let the games begin.

“What’s your name…stud?” She purred as she slinked the last couple of feet that separated them, then ran the pads of her fingertips along the bulging biceps and triceps of one of his arms, her other hand was placed seductively on a cocked hip.

His flesh quivered in the wake of her touch. As it did, shocks of primal recognition sparked up Panteara’s fingertips.

“That would be ‘Mate’ to you, pussy…cat.”

Holy mother of--

He was one of her kind, but much worse…a beast-shifting lion, known far and wide to be fierce and possessive creatures, with a hot temper and sexually insatiable. Damn. She should have known when she had smelt that heady scent, but then again, she had never been around lion-shifters before this.