Damons: Speed Dating by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Speed Dating
by Sophia Titheniel

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-410-6
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Welcome to Damon's, the hottest club in town -- the must-go place for every single gay Elf (or Human) around.
Alyan's life has gone down the tubes. After a painful breakup with his long time lover and boss, he's shut himself off, trying to mend his broken heart. His sister, however, has other plans. Meredith's not willing to let Alyan wallow in self-pity any longer. Deaf to his protests, she drags him to Damon's big Friday night event -- speed dating.
Alyan's trying to play along, but he's really not interested in a one-night fling. No matter how many years -- or lovers -- have passed, something always brings him back to Damon's. Not something. Someone. The man who's everything Alyan is not -- confident, charming and charismatic. What Alyan truly wants is the owner of the club, Damon himself. But he'd better get a move on, before he ends up with a Troll.

Excerpt:

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"I don't want to go out."
Meredith sighed, breezing into his room as though Alyan hadn't spoken. "Sweetheart, it's been weeks. Of course you want to go out."
"I'm pretty sure I don't."
Meredith stopped in the middle of his bedroom, grimacing and scrunching up her nose at the smell. "Jesus Christ, did you let a Dwarf in or what?"
"Racist."
Meredith snorted. She tied up her long, wavy dark hair in a ponytail and threw the window open, taking a full breath before rounding on the bundle of covers on the bed. "I swear between you and Lairi, I need a goddamn holiday." She paused and made her way to the bed, gingerly. "I hope you aren't naked under that duvet because I'm about to pull it off."
Alyan groaned, trying to scramble for the sheets, but Meredith was quicker than he was. She yanked it all off, balling it up and stocking it under her arm with a smug smile. "This was due for washing two weeks ago. Now follow me. There's a shower with your name on it."
"Go away," Alyan muttered miserably, burying himself in the pillow. He loved Meredith, he did, but he wasn't in the mood to play games.
"No, I will not, not until you become an active member of society again." She sat on the mattress, her voice gentler now. Alyan peered at her from under the pillow, his eyes bloodshot and sad like those of a kicked puppy. "You can't mope forever."
Alyan begged to differ. "It was forty-two days ago," he mumbled. "Not forever."
"That's still an impressive chunk of time to drink oneself stupid."
"I haven't," Alyan said morosely. That was true. Alyan might have had his heart broken, lost the job opportunity he'd been working on for the last few years, and become the topic of gossip amongst pretty much the whole community, but he was still an Elf. It took more than a brutal end to a relationship for alcohol to have any effect on him.
Which, by the way, sucked pretty hard.
There were times when Alyan craved to just shut off his mind and let go. Even though he wouldn't admit it to Meredith, he envied humans and their ability to separate themselves from their pain, numbing it until it was reduced to a dull throb.
No such luck for him. All his memories were still standing pretty sharp in his mind's eye.
"Come on, go shower and rejoin the immortals." Meredith prodded him, standing and picking up discarded clothes as she went. "I'm going to start your laundry, and you better be all sparkly and shiny when I get back."
Alyan sighed. It was pointless to argue with her. His sister had always known how to kick ass, even when they weren't yet living in the human world and he was still the 'older' one.
He stood and wobbled to the master bath, where most of Sellion's possessions were still standing around like lonely ghosts. He really should start cleaning up the shattered remains of their relationship and box them all up with a no-return ticket. He could totally do it. He could take the higher route and flip him the bird from a distance. That was respectable, and if he did that, maybe people would forget the screaming match he had with the CEO of EnterPrise and the walk of shame that had followed.
Alyan shook his head with a grimace and stepped under the blistering hot spray of his shower with a pained hiss. He did realize the bridging of Elven and human culture was much needed, especially in this day and age, but he felt increasingly nostalgic towards the times when they hadn't need to trudge the same path as the mortals. One good thing to be said about humans, though, was that they forgot fast. Soon his and Sellion's break up would be old news, and life would go on as usual for everyone.
For everyone but Alyan.
A sudden knock on the door startled him, and he nearly slipped on the wet shower tiles. Soap suds trickled down from his hairline into his eyes.
"No jerking off. Save the juice for later. We're going out."
Alyan groaned. "I'm not Lairion. I don't do post-break-up rebound sex."
"You need to see something besides these four walls." Meredith pushed the door open, her tall, lean figure distorted through the glass panel of the shower. "I mean it. I'm not letting you drown in your own self pity any longer."
"Meredith, I'm doing fine."
"The state of your place says otherwise." She tossed some clothes on the counter by the mirror. "Get dressed."
"Don't I get a say in the matter?"
"No."
She walked out. Alyan turned off the taps, yelping when, as usual, the last trickles of cold water dripped down his back. Maybe his sister was right. It had been long enough. Also, he strongly suspected that the pile of mail growing inside his door was mainly composed of bills he had been ignoring. Soon it would be time to start looking for a new job. One that possibly didn't involve his boss screwing him over to the point of breaking his heart.
He toweled his hair dry, facing the mirror for the first time in forever. He'd hand it to Meredith, he did look pretty crappy. His eyes were circled with dark purplish bags that didn't belong on the fair skin of an Elf. His usually sleek chocolate brown hair was hanging damp on his forehead in an unruly, messy mop.
Decidedly not fit to be seen in public.
Meredith poked her head in again. Alyan was just too used to her doing that to bother covering himself up. "Get a move on, will you? I told Damon we would be there soonish."
What in the blessed name of Galadriel! Damon was not part of the bargain. "I'm not going to Damon's!"
"Yes you are, and you'll like it. Get dressed. The pruney look doesn't suit you at all."
Alyan was too busy gaping at her retreating back to follow orders.
Fuck.

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Wolf Hunt 1: Urban Wolf by Marie Treanor

Wolf Hunt 1: Urban Wolf
by Marie Treanor

cover art by Kassie Thrace
ISBN: 978-1-60521-276-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

A man wakes up naked and alone in a city doorway -- with no memory of how he got there or who he is. The locals assume he's a drunken pervert and try to drive him away. Only journalist Rose Winter believes he's more than that, but even she isn't prepared for the truth.

Following up a story, Rose finds herself hunted through the city at night by a giant wolf. As her wolf story begins to converge with her sexy naked man, her own secret becomes impossible to keep. Loyalty and duty can't prevent these enemies from becoming lovers on the run, but they both know their love is doomed as much by their own nature as by interplanetary politics.

Excerpt:

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"Hey, what's going on?"
The female voice seemed to cut through his skin. Clear, brisk, curious, with a warm pitch that spoke straight to his cock. Or would have, had that organ not been so shrivelled with rain and cold. A ripple moved through the hostile crowd. Voices muttered and he had to strain to catch the words.
"I know her. I'm sure I do."
"Who is she?"
"She's that girl on the newscreens. Shit, she's probably got a camera. I'm off..."
Threatening arms in the crowd lowered. Stones dropped casually on the ground with a scattering of dull thuds and several people drifted away.
A young woman emerged from the dispersing crowd, pushing down a rain hood to reveal luxuriant long hair of a bright and rare shade of amber, falling around a face that he supposed was beautiful. Certainly, her bone structure was exquisite, her lips full and tempting, her eyes large and brown...
But it wasn't her beauty or her melting eyes that truly caught his attention. It was her smell. Frowning, he tried to place it. Did he know her? Surely that scent was familiar... Something about it filled his mind with visions of naked, sweating bodies, mainly his own and hers.
She came to an abrupt halt and stared at him. Oh yes, she was highly fuckable, and yet, stronger than his upsurge of unexpected and inconvenient lust was the desire to put his hands around her elegant, swan-like neck and strangle her.
He flexed his fingers.
The older woman was explaining. "Art found him asleep in his doorway when he came home from night shift. Must be a drunk or a down-and-out, some kind of pervert too. Look at him!"
After her first flickering glance, the newcomer seemed to be rather determinedly focusing on his face. "He must be freezing," she said unexpectedly. In an instant, she'd stripped off her raincoat, revealing an orange bodysuit that seemed to match her hair, and bright, chunky beads around her throat. She advanced upon him.
He fell back, giving ground before her as he hadn't before the stone-throwing mob.
She paused. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
His throat closed up. Panic threatened to resurface. Her eyes searched his. Every hair on his body stood up in alarm. Though he'd no idea who she was, either, his every instinct was against trusting her.
"Where does he live?" she flung over her shoulder.
Silence and a few shrugs. "Why's he scared of her?" someone muttered.
Scared? Was he? Forcing himself, he stayed still when she took another step nearer to him. Maybe. But it felt like a powerful tug of lust. Mixed with an equally strong urge to exterminate her.
"He's not scared of her," answered another voice with a definite snigger. "He likes her."
She heard them. He could see it in the color soaring into her neck and face. He even admired the way she deliberately didn't so much as glance at his growing cock. And yet it didn't embarrass him. Perhaps he was an exhibitionist after all.

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Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

Congratulations, Authors!

 

New Review - SENSUOUS - Aubrey Ross

Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

 

The twists about both Tess' and the Zoltan Clan's enemies keep you on your toes. The relationship between the three is extremely hot.

 

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New Review - VIRTUAL ATTRACTION - Kira Stone

Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

 

I found the stories interesting and believe those who enjoy gay erotica will enjoy the anthology.

 

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New Review - EMPIRE: BURNING DESIRES - Cat Marsters

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

 

I recommend that you make sure that your air conditioner is set on high, and that you have a big glass of ice water on hand when you read this.

 

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New Review - SUNLIGHT AND SLAVERY - Mina Carter

Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

 

Mina Carter did a fabulous job of writing of how different people can be, in their attitude, outlook and upbringing.

 

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New Review - MISSION: RAW - Mary Winter

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

 

Ms. Winter does a great job using this fantasy couple to reflect what most new lovers have to cope with to have anything worthwhile. This is another great read from a gifted author.

 

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Dawg Town: Big Dawg by Celia Kyle

Dawg Town: Big Dawg
by Celia Kyle

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-292-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Mac's dreamed of owning his own golf course from the moment he hefted his first club. It's opening day at Dawg Track and for Mac, it's Time to let the Big Dawg Eat. But things don't go according to plan and his owl shifter lover, Douglas, is there to smooth the way for some wayward dawgs looking for a home.

Excerpt:

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It was a good day to own a golf course. The grass was green, the course was clear and he'd just sucked his lover's brains through his cock. Yes, today was the perfect day to own a golf course.
Mac inhaled a lungful of the sweet Kansas air. At seven in the morning, the sun just peeked over the trees and a whisper of a breeze danced through the foliage. Not too hot just yet and near perfect weather for the first round of golf to ever be played on the Dawg Track.
He'd worked hard on building the best course possible west of the Mississippi and damned if he hadn't succeeded. In his mind, at least. The course would help to bring money into their little town of Barkus while still staying true to his roots.
No high falutin' pro golfer would ever step foot on the Dawg Track green as long as he had a say so. And considering he signed every check and approved every membership application, Mac had a feeling the Dawg Track would always be a place for the working man to enjoy a round of golf with his friends and grab a beer at the 20th hole when he was through. (The nineteenth hole was a special place for him and Douglas. Real private like.) As far as Mac was concerned, golf wouldn't remain a rich man's sport.
At the Dawg Track the idea of wearing polo shirts and slacks for a round was thrown right out the window. Mac liked being comfortable when he played and he knew other men did as well. Hell, he'd even gotten a pair of shit-kickers made with cleats so he could go straight from his Harley to the course and back again without having to strap on some namby-pamby golfing shoes.
Yeah, this was the life. It was opening day for the Dawg Track and every tee time had been reserved months in advance. Whoo, boy. He had to be the luckiest golf lovin' Dawg to ever live.
With one last look over his domain, Mac figured it was about time to get the show on the road before the heat made playing unbearable. He reached into his bag, pulled out a tee and ball and teed up. Then he went back for him, the Big Dawg, a custom driver made just for him. Mac slid the club from his bag and admired the workmanship once more. A big ol' sweet spot in the middle of the head and the purtiest bit of graphite, steel and God only knew what else, made the club one of his most prized possessions.
"Ooh yeah, time to let the Big Dawg eat." He grinned and took a few practice swings. The Big Dawg sliced through the air like a knife through warm butter, and the soft whoosh as it skimmed the grass was music to his ears.
Not willing to delay his game any longer, he stepped up to the tee, eye on the ball. Lining up his shot, he couldn't suppress his smile. He'd done it, he'd designed and built his own golf course for guys like him and there was nothing stopping him now. Mac swung the club back, the head of Big Dawg rising higher in the air while he completed the arc. With a soft exhale, he brought the club down, eyes focused on his target.
The first ball to ever be hit on Dawg Track...
Out of nowhere a blur of tawny fur darted across his field of vision, taking his golf ball with it. Mac woofed the shot, striking the tee and losing his club on the upswing. Big Dawg went flying across the course to land a good twenty feet ahead of him.
"Gawd damn it, Trenton! Get your furball ass back here with my ball!" Damned little pint-sized prairie dog didn't know to leave well enough alone. The eighteen-year-old pup dogged his heels all the time and now he'd mucked up the first game! He bellowed, "Trenton!"
"Aw, Mac, leave the poor kid alone. He just wants attention, you know that. With so many pups running around Barkus, you know some of 'em get attached to other men. Especially since you won't let me snack on any of them."
Mac spun around (as much as his cleats on grass would let him) and glared at Douglas, his partner and lover. The man winked at him. Of all the...
"Dougie." His lover hated that name. "Why don't you tell me how that little prairie dog got onto the property when you know this is a dog-free zone?" He stalked forward. "I didn't sink eight feet of fencing into the ground around the course just so you could let them all in." He took a deep, calming breath. He wasn't going to blow up at Douglas. He. Wasn't. His frustration needed to stay directed at the pint-sized pup that stole his ball and ruined his freakin' game. He softened his voice. "Baby, we talked about this and --"
"And I told you I disagreed." The shorter man propped his fists on his hips with a stomp and Mac's favorite curl dropped over Douglas' forehead, dipping behind the man's glasses. "It's not right, Mac."
"You just want to gobble them up for a midnight snack, don't you, Douglas? My little owl's got a hankering for a little prairie dog, don't ya?" Mac reached out and tugged his lover into his arms and nuzzled his neck, nibbling the soft skin below his ear. "I've got something you can snack on."

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Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

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New Review - SCREWED - J. Hali Steele
Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The sex scenes in this work are sizzling! If you want a read that'll make you laugh and squirm, this is the novella for you.

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New Review - SEDUCED BY DARKNESS (Collection) - Lacey Savage
Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The bonds of love and trust that develop between these characters throughout the story were a wonderful thing to see.

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New Review - SUNDOWN INTERNATIONAL (Collection) - Cat Marsters
Reviewed by ParaNormal Romance

Another hot, sexy anthology from an amazing author. the plot is great, and the backstory with secondary characters from SUNDOWN, INC. makes everything that much better. Excellent job!

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New Review - UNICORN VALLEY (Collection) - Lena Austin
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Reviews

I would recommend this to anyone who loves romance, because at the heart of all four tales is a deep and sincere sense of love, along with some extremely hot romance.

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New Review - MISSION: TOUCHDOWN - Mary Winter
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

Mary Winter pens another well crafted tale of love and friendship. humor and eroticism into some realistic scenarios of male bonding and support.

http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/missiontouchdownwinter.htm

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Dawg Town: Puppy Dawg by Camille Anthony

Dawg Town: Puppy Dawg
by Camille Anthony

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-265-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Puppy. Quentin Mosely hates his nickname. He might be the youngest member of the Dawg motorcycle gang, but he's a grown male, one who's thinking about mating. Unfortunately, the female his tail is wagging for is the new librarian, and a human. Knowing a human/shifter relationship rarely succeeds, Quentin spends his days gazing hopelessly through the library windows at the luscious black woman.

Carly. Carlisle Brothers has the hots for teacher -- even if he is ten years her junior! She's moved to Barkus, Kansas -- the absolute middle of nowhere -- chasing peace and finds it in this back-of-beyond town. It's a slice of heaven... or it would be, if not for being overrun with prairie dogs. Still, she'd gladly put up with the little rodents if that sexy schoolteacher Quentin Mosely would teach her the ABC's of love. Unfortunately, she's an old-fashioned kind of gal, uncomfortable with making the first move -- especially on a younger man. That's up to him.

It'll take a determined matchmaker, a summer storm, a missing baby, a huge misunderstanding and a sheriff with handcuffs to set these two stumbling lovers on the path to each other.



Excerpt:


Unedited excerpt of DT: Puppy Dawg
(c) 2009 Camille Anthony

How it all began…Quentin Mosely braced his paws against the glass and peered through thebottom window of the library, the only one he could reach in his present form. Sneakingaway to ogle the new librarian was insane. He’d seen her from afar and liked what hesaw, but ever since their lunch meeting to plan a fieldtrip for his English class, he’dbeen unable to get the luscious black woman off his mind.


Third period Math had been a bitch. The unruly pups, along with the few human students that attended Barkus Elementary, had played him for his lapse. He’d get back at them with a surprise quiz, but right now, none of that mattered.


Quentin couldn’t understand this driven need to enact the Prairie Dawg version of a peeping Tom. He only knew he had to see her, smell her, be as close to her as hecould get. His nose twitched, trying to catch a sniff of her through the glass.Carly, Carly, Carly…Her name -- full of fun and curves -- was like a mantra chanted in his mind. Hel iked wrapping his human tongue around the syllables. He liked the way she looked,too. From her pretty dark brown eyes that seemed to be always smiling, to the round,compact shape she carried with a serene acceptance he’d rarely noted among humans.


He leaned closer to the window.


God, he wanted to touch that full head of fluffy black kinky twists falling to her gently sloping shoulders, softening the lines of her round face. Her dark, creamysmooth skin -- reminding him of rich loamy prairie dirt after a spring rain -- stretchedacross wide cheekbones. Freckles dotted the flat bridge of her wide, button nose. He justknew she was ripe for burrowing into. What he wouldn’t give to explore her fertile field, dig deep in her dark tunnels. If only she wasn’t human…


“Puppy, is that you?”


Quentin froze. He knew that voice.


“What the hell are you doing skulking around the library in dawg form? Youknow this part of town isn’t familiar with our… peculiar traits.”


Looking way up, he sighed to see Logan Smith staring down at him, his lovelyfiancée, Kaylee, hanging on his arm. Damn it, being found this way, by this particulargossipy dawg, was the last thing Quentin needed. He was never going to live thisdown.


“Hi, Mr. Mosely. What are you looking at?” Kaylee peered over his head into thelarge main area of the library. Her eyes widened. “Oh, I see!”


Logan wasn’t looking in the window. He was focused on Quentin. “Puppy, whatare you thinking, running around town in your natural shape? Someone’s gonna stepon you, if you’re not careful.”


Quentin resented Logan’s interference. Just because he was the youngestmember of the biker group that hung out at the Prairie Dawg Saloon didn’t give Logan the right to treat him like a baby. He wasn’t a child, damn it.


Kaylee aimed a light slap at her boyfriend’s arm, laughing. “Logan, it’s obvious what he’s doing. He has the hots for the new librarian!”


Incensed, Quentin chittered at Kaylee, baring his teeth in frustration. Her soft laughter made him want to sink lower than a field mouse, but while he battled with his embarrassment, he couldn’t help noticing his lack of sexual response to her. Once, he’d thought about challenging Logan for a chance at her, but no longer. The realization was sobering.


Quentin turned his head and stared, really giving Kaylee a good once-over. Shewas just as pretty as before, though now she was mated with Logan she no longer gave off those “fuck me” vibes. That should be it, but Quentin didn’t think so. His nose had latched on to something -- someone -- a whole lot sweeter to him than the half-breedshifter.


No. Impossible.


The librarian wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t a shifter. Why was heharboring thoughts of mating when nothing permanent could come of thisinappropriate attraction?


Sure, the rare human was okay finding out their lover was a shifter, but mostcouldn’t handle it. Also, cross-species romances weren’t easy. Just look what happenedto poor Blake -- Kaylee’s father -- turned into road-kill trying to get back to his humanmate. The outside world was hard on prairie dog shifters.




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Nature of the Beast Collection by Ciarra Sims

The Nature of the Beast (Collection)
by Ciarra Sims

cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-220-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Dark Desire
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Demons from Hell are loose and among us. They shapeshift into handsome, virile forms and like everyone else they look for the perfect mate. But happily ever after isn't in their criteria. Some unlucky woman will meet her Mr. Right and never guess the horror she'll bear until it's too late. But it doesn't stop with demon spawn. Far worse, the women live through the nightmare only to find themselves raising little devils until the fathers come back to take them all to Hell. And they don't take no for an answer.
A retreat in the forest becomes the battleground of good versus evil where there are no winners. Children born of darkness will spread through the world with strange powers and abilities, their purpose as shadowy as the woods where they were conceived. One child, born of love, holds the key. Her parents will go to Hell and back to save her from the demons that demand her blood.

Excerpt:
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Carol turned on her side, settling in for a long night. She breathed deep and was about to exhale when the sound of scrabbling on the roof made her shoot upright. Rolling out of bed she padded to the door and hit the cabin’s lights.
Bea was sitting up on her cot, her single wool blanket grasped in tight fists. "What the hell was that?"
The light in the cabin made Carol feel foolish. "Probably raccoons on the roof. I just couldn't sleep."
Bea rubbed her eyes. "We have to be up in a few hours. This is going to be a bad week, I can feel it in my bones."
Carol managed a smile. "I guess sleeping out in the woods will cure us of this silly jumpiness."
"Yeah," Bea agreed, "Cure us or kill us."
Carol would ordinarily have laughed at the sardonically spoken words except somehow they didn't seem so funny out here in the middle of nowhere. She turned off the lights, determined to brave it out when a creak on the porch made her wince. "That is no raccoon."
A movement at the window made her gasp. Was it a bear? A face appeared and Carol almost screamed. When she recognized Alan, she breathed a sigh of relief. "It's Alan, the camp instructor. I'll go see what he wants." Carol was glad to see someone who could lay her fears to rest.
The flannel P.J's she wore were no threat to her modesty so she had no qualms about stepping out on the porch. She looked to where she'd seen Alan at the window but there was no one there. The short porch was empty.
"Alan?" Carol whispered. "Alan, where are you?"
A sound in the brush to her right made her think twice about leaving the porch. She sensed someone behind her and swung around. A shadow retreated off the porch, disappearing over the railing. A shadow with no human form to cast it.
Carol shivered. This was not funny! If the company thought this was a way to test their employees' mettle, they'd have to come up with another plan. Carol wasn't about to go into hysterics over some urban legend scenario set up by the camp. She backed to the cabin door, turning around quickly to twist the knob. A hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.
Carol squealed as Alan's tan face looked down at her.
"Carol? What are you doing out here? You do know you have to be up in a few hours? This isn't going to be easy for any of you, believe me."
Carol could only stare, blank-faced, her heart pounding. "That's not funny!"
"What's not funny?"
"Sneaking up on the cabin then hiding. You may get your kicks this way, but we're not silly girls to scare into peeing our pants over some creaky noises."
"What are you talking about? I saw your cabin light on and came to see if everything was okay. My cabin is across the meadow. It took me some time to get here."
"Yeah sure. I saw you at the window then on the porch. Shadows don't lie."
"Hey. I'm telling you I wasn't here. Jeez. Get a grip."
Carol didn't like his tone. She thought he was rather nice on her arrival at the camp, but now he was acting like a jerk. It was one thing to pull a stunt then enjoy a laugh over it, but to keep denying it was juvenile.
She backed toward the door. Alan's hand came up, touching her cheek. "It's okay, Carol. You're in my group for the week and I won't let anything happen to you. Scout's honor." He smiled at his lame-ass joke and Carol fought to keep from responding. He was darned cute and in this wilderness, it didn't hurt to have a friend. She leaned into his hand as it cupped her jaw line.
She swore he was going to kiss her when the door swung open and Bea's pale face emerged. "Everything okay out here, Carol?"
Flustered Carol replied, "Uh, yeah. Just ducky."
"You'd better get some sleep," Alan murmured. "Both of you. Rise and shine at oh-five-hundred for a brief orientation, then we pick up supplies and hit the woods. Janice hates slackers and will ride them the hardest of all. Just a tip from someone who has butted heads with her on more than one occasion. So get some shut-eye. That's an order from your camp master. You're under my thumb from now on and the only thing that will save you from the worst week of your life is me. So, my fair damsels, I'll see you in a few hours. Night."
Carol wasn't sure if his tone was kidding or not. Bea was looking at her strangely. Carol shrugged. "What?"
"You and he... Maybe it's my gambler's instinct but I see you two having a wild, animalistic time in the forest. Just my luck, I get Hershey bars while you get a hunky man to warm your blood. The story of my life."
Carol smiled. "Come on. I'm not sure at this point if a Hershey bar wouldn't be the wisest choice. Something about our camp master gives me the willies." As they went inside the cabin Carol knew who she'd seen at the window, just as she knew the shadow on the porch had been real. Just what was up with this Alan fellow?

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Mate Marks-- Breath by Kate Hill

Mate Marks: Breath
by Kate Hill

cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-132-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Mate Marks
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Ever since her childhood, when she'd come face-to-face with a lizard boy on the beach, Dr. Teena Parker has been trying to prove the existence of a new species between reptile and man. During a wildlife expedition in Australia, Teena discovers Flick, a gorgeous golden shapeshifter who has been injured while protecting his young.



Desire burns between Teena and Flick as they explore each other in every way. Teena now has the proof that these supernatural creatures exist, but should she risk their lives by reporting her discovery? Is her love and lust for Flick more powerful than her quest for credibility in her field?






Excerpt:


Teena paused a moment and sighed. She'd been walking since early morning and decided to stop for a rest beneath the shade of a tree. She removed her backpack and sat. Her eyes slipped shut and when she opened them, a strange feeling came over her. Glancing around, she saw that only her immediate area was clearly visible. Everything in the distance was dark and blurred. This had to be a dream yet she felt awake and fully aware. Out of the murky depths ahead, she saw a pale gold figure approaching. As it neared, her heartbeat quickened. This was the creature she had spent her life searching for, except it wasn't a boy, but a full grown lizard man. He was frighteningly beautiful with pale gold skin and blue eyes that stared at her with the same wonder and desire she felt. As he neared, his color changed, chameleon-like, from gold to orange. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of him. His eyes were gentle, but she also saw underlying strength reflected in them. It struck her that deep inside she'd wished all her life to meet a man who looked at her like this. She wanted to speak, but they were beyond words. He knelt at her feet and curled his hot, long-fingered hand around her ankle. He lightly caressed her calves and leaned closer, flicking his tongue over her kneecaps and making her shiver with desire. When Teena glanced down, she was shocked to realize she was as naked as he was. His soft, wet tongue continue its way up her thighs and her eyes slipped shut. This was the way to dream! His tongue teased the joining of her thighs then traveled up her ribs and over her belly. Moaning softly, she began exploring him as well, surprised by the almost silken feel of his textured flesh. His scales were ultra-fine, like no species she had ever seen before. Science was the last thing on her mind, however. Her mysterious lover cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked them tenderly. When he drew her nipple into his mouth and used his wickedly skilled tongue upon it, she thought she might explode then and there and he hadn't even touched her clit yet. As if reading her mind, he dipped his hand between her legs and kneaded her soft mound. He slid first one long finger inside her pussy, then another. All the while his lips and tongue remained busy with her nipple. The pert nub ached and tingled, especially when he used his teeth upon it ever so gently. Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he began rubbing her clit. Delicious sensations coursed through her. Her hips thrust against his hand and she moaned again, her heart racing. He sucked her nipple hard and she cried out, clutching his head and again noting how hot he felt, almost feverish. No wonder. She felt the exact same way. The sexual fever had already overtaken her. This was the best dream of her life. Any moment she was going to come and she knew the explosion would be incredible. The gorgeous beast released her nipple, grasped her hips and covered her clit with his mouth. This was too much. His hot, wet tongue flicked relentlessly over her aching flesh and Teena burst in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure threatened to knock her off her feet. She moaned and writhed. Teena awoke still moaning, her body bathed in sweat and her clit pulsing faintly in the aftermath. Panting, she glanced around and saw that her surroundings were once again normal. She sat up and rubbed a hand over her face. "What a dream," she muttered, though she almost wished she could slip back into it. It had been more fulfilling than any sexual encounter she'd ever had with a real man. Unfortunately, as with most dreams, the wonderful sensations began to fade now that she was fully awake. Sighing, she reached for her water and took a sip. Then a strange feeling struck her and this time she wasn't dreaming. It was as if a voice in the back of her mind was pushing her toward a specific area of the coastal cliffs. She headed past a small clump of vegetation. Though she had already searched this area, it looked different. Vast caves rose in the distance and she wondered if she wasn't hallucinating. How could she have missed this earlier? Nearing the caves, something caught her eye. Something--or someone--lay on a large, flat rock in the clearing ahead. The sunlight beat down upon the figure, making its pale gold flesh gleam. Teena's heart pounded and her breathing quickened. She could scarcely believe her eyes. The urge to slap herself to be certain she wasn't dreaming again almost overcame her. In fact she did pinch her thigh hard just to be on the safe side. Yeah. She was awake and the sexy monster from her dreams was now right in front of her and shockingly real. There had to be an explanation for her dream. Maybe she had been half asleep and he'd passed by her on the way to this rock? Seeing him while she was in a semiconscious state had prompted the dream. Yes. That was it. The golden creature sprawled stomach down on the rock. He was long, lean and exquisitely proportioned, like the fittest athlete dressed in a lizard skin bodysuit. His long tail, complete with two delicately shaped stingers, rested over one of his muscular thighs. It crossed her mind that there was something familiar about his tail, but she had more important things to consider at the moment, such as the fierce red wound marring the back of his right shoulder. It was a startling contrast to his beautiful gold skin. John hadn't been hallucinating and here was the proof of what Teena seen all those years ago. Teena approached cautiously. Though the creature had human characteristics, she had no way of knowing how he would react to her. Obviously he was in need of medical attention. He didn't seem to be breathing, so she hoped it wasn't too late to help him. Still, even dead, he was an incredible scientific find. Now no one would ever call her the mad scientist again.
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Friday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

Congratulations to all!

 

New Review - DAWG TOWN: MAD DAWG - Tuesday Richards

Reviewed by Book Wenches

 

Tuesday Richards' Mad Dawg puts a special twist on cute and furry, and it is funny and sexy and downright entertaining. Dolly and Bryce are an engaging pair that you can't help but like.

 

http://www.bookwenc hes.com/july09re views.htm

 

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOMECOMING - Selena Illyria

Reviewed by Book Wenches

 

. Ms. Illyria does an excellent job. She has given us a quick, sexy and fun read with Homecoming, and I am quite interested to see how other stories in this series will pan out.

 

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New Review - DAWG TOWN: BAD DAWG - Lena Austin

Reviewed by Book Wenches

 

Bad Dawg is amusing from beginning to end, and it is chock full of comic similes and metaphors that make for very vivid and humorous imagery.

 

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New Review - DAWG TOWN: HUSTLE - Anne Kane

Reviewed by Book Wenches

 

This story has been written with the same sense of fun that marks the other titles in the Dawg Town series.  And it is that underlying thread of humor that keeps us coming back to Dawg Town to visit its residents.

 

http://www.bookwenc hes.com/july09re views.htm

 

New Review - SWEET OBLIVION: FLUID - Jordan Castillo Price

Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

 

With the help of Michael, Wild Bill is becoming a better man... vampire, giving a sense to his life, and with the help of Wild Bill, Michael is finding who he wants to be.

 

http://elisa- rolle.livejourna l.com/710251. html

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Bad Angels: Burn By Belinda McBride

Bad Angels: Burn
by Belinda McBride

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-259-3
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Dark Desire
Series: Bad Angels
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Following an auto accident, Rex Clark lays near death in the rocky wilderness of the Trinity Alps. Just when it appears that things can't get worse, she shows up. Anahita... the succubus. She's been his frequent companion, and the bane of his lover Rion's existence, for well over a century. But it seems that this time she's come to help.
From the frozen villages of the Inuit to the cities of America, Dr. Noemi Gastineau has seen it all. When a fallen angel shows up at the reservation clinic with an injured Sidhe, Noemi takes everything in stride. Yet within hours, she's swept into an enchanted world she never imagined existed. So why are the men so temptingly familiar? And why is she suddenly so afraid?
A fallen angel, a Sidhe, a human and a succubus. Never mind the demons, these four are about to catch fire! The question is... who will survive the burn?

Excerpt:

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"Fancy meeting you here."
Rex Clark lay as comfortably as possible, given that he lay on a rocky embankment, one leg twisted into an improbable position. He sighed, feeling his unwelcome arousal growing in spite of the unremitting pain that lanced his body. He was like a Pavlovian dog that way; a touch of red made him think of her, and thoughts of her drained the blood from one head, relocating it to the other.
"But really, I'm not in the mood right now." His unruly cock denied his words, growing thick and heavy inside his torn jeans. He gasped at the sensation of her touch as it trailed over his groin.
Over the decades, more than a century now, she'd become a familiar presence. She'd initially taken her pleasure from both him and his angelic lover, Orion Hunter, but eventually she'd weaned herself away from the angel. Perhaps she sensed his unwillingness to contribute to her cause. Rion Hunter was normally an even-tempered man. He was as kind and angelic as his origins would suggest.
However, he didn't like the succubus. And she didn't like him.
On the other hand, she clearly found Rex willing and quite tasty. In the beginning, she'd been voracious, nearly draining them both on the occasions she managed to track down the Sidhe and his lover. In time the succubus had learned to temper her appetite. While Rex was more than able to survive even her most powerful attacks, she'd frequently left him crippled and weak. Now feeding her was like donating blood. He felt a bit tired for an hour or so afterwards, but Rex's unlimited energy quickly restored him, leaving him good as new.
It wasn't bad, except for the fact that Rion went quietly hysterical every time she managed to track them to a new country, a new city. In Rex's opinion, they should be chasing her rather than fleeing. Other than giving him a series of blissful, draining orgasms, she really didn't do any harm. He'd never seen any evidence that she was in league with other more dangerous demons. From the beginning, she'd been a lost soul in dire need of their help.
Plus she gave really good head.
So as the red haze began to form over his body, concentrating at his groin, Rex wasn't really frightened. He did wish that she'd wait for a more opportune moment, perhaps after he'd healed from the numerous fractures and internal injuries that currently afflicted him.
"Tell me, lassie, can you hear me?"
He'd lapsed back into the old Highland Scots accent, too tired to pretend to be anything other than what he was. The charms that were tattooed onto his skin hid his extra, less human, features from mortal sight, but he no longer had the magical energy to hide his natural glamour. Even with the wings and tail hidden, most humans would notice the coloring and sheer charisma that marked him as "other." The magic required skill and constant energy to maintain. So Rex lay, praying that he would remain hidden from human eyes until he recovered enough to make his way to the road, or until Rion came for him.
Both prospects seemed unlikely at the moment. Especially if she decided it was time for a snack. In that case, Rex might end up taking a dirt nap on a permanent basis. Immortal didn't mean indestructible, just harder to kill, and he didn't think he could survive the loss of his remaining energy.
"I hear you, Fae."
He blinked in surprise. She'd been chasing and feeding off him for over a century, but she'd never before communicated. He had to be hallucinating.
"Dreaming."
Oh. That. He was unconscious. "I'm not Fae, lassie. I'm Sidhe."
There was a slight pause as she processed that information. "Same difference."
He snorted with laughter, and then gasped against the pain. He didn't think the Fae he was acquainted with would agree. Uppity creatures.
"Your energy is poor."
Did he detect a trace of concern in that monotone voice? "I do believe I'm dying, lass."
She said nothing, but he felt something ripple through the red haze of her presence. Early on, she'd very nearly manifested a solid form when she'd visited them. Now she was merely a haze floating over his body. His poor, broken body.
"You are immortal."
"True, but I can be killed."
"You are injured?"
"Badly, lass." He tried to shift, to find a more comfortable position. "I'm out of fuel. There's nothing left to keep me healing. So if you don't mind... no sex today."
"I didn't come to feed. I felt... you."
He felt a sensation... soft and shivery. It was almost as if she touched his skin, his face.
"I didn't know you could be killed."
"Or you'd have done it earlier, eh?"
"No."
He sensed her feelings. Anger. Confusion. Guilt.
"Perhaps if you could tell Hunter..."
"I can't. He's not asleep."
Now how would she know that? She hadn't visited the angel in decades. In fact, the succubus had been the main source of contention between the men. Rion was afraid of her, angry that Rex allowed her to feed. Rex felt pity for the succubus. Not fear. "Would you keep me company then?"
"Yes."
Rex rolled his head to the side, looking at the beautiful wilderness that was just out of his reach. He knew he was asleep... or unconscious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had entry to his mind. But still he looked about, admiring the steel-blue waters of the river that was just yards below where he lay. Wildflowers swayed in the wind, and butterflies danced over the brightly colored blossoms. It was a beautiful place to die.
The scene was marred only by the stench of burning rubber and oil leaking from his wrecked car. To his relief, the spilled gasoline had already evaporated. Rex didn't want to test himself against fire.
"Maybe you could call him. You have a phone, don't you?" He grinned at the idea. She was a succubus, an insubstantial spirit that existed to feed on the sexual essence of men. She'd have no idea what he was talking about, but it was fun to tease her.
"Phone?"
"Yeah. Everyone has one nowadays. Surely you have cell phones in the demon world?" His phone was up by the roadside, crushed into tiny pieces.
She didn't answer. In fact, the red haze was dissipating. He really didn't want her to go. Beautiful as this spot was, he really didn't want to die here. Not alone, anyway. Even a succubus was better than no company at all. "Hey -- you aren't leaving me now, are you?"
She didn't answer.

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Dawg Town Series has been reviewed by the BookWenches

 

Our thanks to the BookWenches for reviewing four of the Dawg Town series!   

 

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Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

 

New Review - EXECUTIVE DECISIONS: RESEARCH ONLY - Marteeka Karland
Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Aimee had devoted so much of herself to her family out of love that I nearly wept when these two men showed her the kind of love that she was missing. fantastic.

http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 07/executive- decisions- research- only.html? zx=578b00606f544 268

New Review - DAWG TOWN: BAD DAWG - Lena Austin
Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Bad Dawg definitely brings us some erotic moments. but it also delivers a message about love, hope, acceptance, and lending a helping hand.

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New Review - KOFFE WITH CREAM - Brenda Bryce
Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

. a wonderful story about second chances, finding true love and most importantly, unequivocal trust and acceptance.

http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 07/koffe- with-cream. html?zx=9338e9d6 e7507da9

New Review - SUNDOWN INTERNATIONAL (Collection) - Cat Marsters
Four & ½ Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

The outcome of this story is not what I expected, but even better. beautifully written with a lot of mystery, steaming sex, and murders. 

http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 07/sundown- international- collection. html?zx=179e95f7 43ad5e93

New Review - DANCE WARS 4: LAST NIGH STAND - Sophia Titheniel
Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

There is still a lot of sex, down and dirty, but I believe that this is the most romantic book in the series.

http://elisa- rolle.livejourna l.com/718414. html

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Not Yeti by Celia Kyle

Not Yeti!
by Celia Kyle

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-270-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Yeti!
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1207

Blurb:

The twins are five and day-to-day life gets in the way of love. Could this be the end of Sela and Yosi?

Excerpt:

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Yosi had the greatest, most perfect cock known to woman. Sela's mouth watered at the thought of getting her lips wrapped around that long, thick dick. At least eight inches, it wasn't too short or too long, but just right for her. And right now, it was staring her in the face.
"Sela..."
"Shhh... don't Sela me. Let me enjoy for a bit."
She kissed the tip, licking her lips and savoring the salty-sweet flavor remaining on her lips. The soft, spongy head of Yosi's cock beckoned her and she was only too happy to return. This time, she laved the head, tongue flicking the sweet spot on the underside of his erection, and she smiled at her husband's moan.
Sela opened her mouth, sliding her lips over and around Yosi's cock, licking the vein on the underside as she sank over him. He arched against her mouth, sinking his cock in farther, and she hummed around it.
Yosi tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled. She loved it when he became forceful, demanding, directing. She let him lead and she followed. In no time, he was fucking her mouth, his cock sliding easily between her lips as she licked and sucked on his dick.
The salty snow taste of his precum intensified as his hips sped up and groans became louder. Louder and louder and louder still until he froze, back arched, mouth open and gasping. His cock pulsed in her mouth, filling her with his seed. She swallowed each and every drop, savoring the sweet taste until his cock grew soft in her mouth.
Sela rose from her knees and slithered up Yosi's body to straddle his lap. She fused their mouths together, her arousal still burning bright after giving her husband a blowjob. She wanted, needed. Her pussy ached and throbbed and only two things could soothe the hurt she felt. Both of them were attached to her husband and since his cock was out of commission, that left his tongue.
"Please, Yosi?"
In one fluid move he lay on the bed and rearranged her to straddle his face instead of his thighs. He slipped his tongue between her labia, lapping at her clit, and she moaned, writhing against his mouth.
"Shhh, Sela. The kids."
Mmm hmm... kids. They had 'em. But right now she was more concerned with coming.
His canines scratched against her bundle of nerves and she gasped, shivering with the pleasure and pain of the touch. While he licked and sucked on her hardened nub, his hands kneaded and caressed her ass, fingers dipping into the crevice between them and brushing her asshole.
"Yes," she hissed, loving the barest hint of ass play she was receiving. They didn't play back there often, but she loved a finger or cock in her ass.
"Shh."
If he shushed her one more time...
His tongue circled her clit, round and round and round. She ground against his mouth, looking for more. Her breathing grew heavier by the second, and she panted and moaned, dying to come as if her last breath depended on reaching her orgasm.
The tip of his finger slipped into her ass. "Yes!" she screamed, nerves tingling in response to the invasion.
"Be quiet, Sela," he ordered. "The kids."
And those two words killed the mood.
Sela dug her claw-tipped fingers into his hair and pushed him away, fangs distending. She rose from the bed and stomped for the door. "I'll do it myself then."
« Return to Not Yeti!

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Dawg Town-- Chip & Dale by Mary Winter

Dawg Town: Chip & Dale
by Mary Winter

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-227-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Back from getting a degree in animal biology, Tusa returns to her fiancé, Chip, and -- she hopes -- his brother, Dale. She doesn't realize that Chip has already made plans for their wedding, and for his brother to also be with the woman he loves. Usually a prairie dog colony is one male with several females. This time, it's going to be the other way around, and Tusa wouldn't have it any other way.




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Apparently her mother's letters hadn't lied. Chip Muskatoni had indeed done very well for himself. Tusa Riverwell paused on the paved walkway outside C&D Waste Water, noting the upturned cement drainage tubes filled with flowers and the new steel building finished in a nice tan. Black shutters framed each window. Certainly a far cry from the tumble-down shed he and his brother had used for an office before she'd left for college, and the location she had expected when she returned to them.
Tusa strode forward, putting a little extra swing in her hips. She neared the door, hearing a conversation through the open window. Just business, nothing provocative, but the sound of Chip's low voice sent heat drifting southward to flood her pussy with moisture. Her nipples beaded behind the halter top she wore. It tied behind her neck, just below her short-cropped black hair. She curled her fingers around the doorknob.
A moment's hesitation, just a moment's worth, claimed her. They hadn't really talked, and the question of whether she'd return to one brother -- or both -- hung in the air. She forced her hand to turn the knob, forced herself to apply just enough pressure to push open the door. She stepped onto a welcome rug sitting on a cement floor. On her right, a sturdy, workman-like desk with a phone and computer sat empty. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her.
The click of a phone returning to its cradle announced the end of Chip's call. Tusa turned toward the desk on the left, a smile on her lips. She knew she presented a picture in her fuck-me boots, shorts that would have made Daisy Duke blush, and her halter top. "Honey," she drawled, "I'm home."
She posed for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other reaching up to toy with the straps on her halter top. One tug, just one, and the first string swept across her breast, partially baring it. Her inner prairie dog perked up her head and wiggled her tail. She licked her lips and sashayed forward, still holding onto the other string. The top of her halter caught on her nipple, and the puckered bead held it in place.
Behind his desk, Chip gaped. The years she'd spent at college had honed his features and turned his handsome face stunning. High cheekbones, full lips that knew just how to kiss, and thick-lashed dark brown eyes gave him model-sexy looks. He leaned back in his chair, his tan work shirt unbuttoned at the throat to reveal an enticing triangle of skin and a few whorls of dark brown hair. Hunger filled his expression.
She reached his desk and traced her fingers against the hard wood. She guessed his cock would be just as hard by now. Circling the desk, she sat on the edge, surprised her halter top stayed in place. "Miss me?"

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Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

 

New Review - FLIGHT OF THE HERON - Lizzie Lynn Lee

Rated a June 2009 Recommended Read from ParaNormal Romance

 

A sizzling hot story in an exotic time and place.  A good read!  The love scenes between Yukiko and Matsushita are both sweet and sizzling hot.

 

http://www.paranorm alromance. org/reviews/ review.php? id=31425

 

New Review - GINGERSNAPS: SANTA PAWS - Lena Austin

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

 

Phaedra and JR are a creative couple with the ability to warm up any cold winter's night with their style of lovemaking.

 

http://fallenangelr eviews.com/ 2009/June/ nene-gingersnaps _santapaws. htm

 

New Review - GINGERSNAPS: SUGAR PLUMS - Kate Hill

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

 

The double entendres, the beauty of the setting, and the openness of the two characters made this a great story.

 

http://fallenangelr eviews.com/ 2009/June/ nene-gingersnaps _sugarplums. htm

 

New Review - SNOWBOUND: CAPTIVE HEAT - Lexxie Couper

Five Hearts from The Romance Studio

 

Darci [has] the adventure of a lifetime. Not only did she meet a man who gave her the animalistic and sexual loving she enjoyed, Darci got more than she bargained for.

 

http://theromancest udio.com/ reviews/reviews/ captiveheartcapt ive.htm

 

New Review - SNOWBOUND: DISTRACTION - Elizabeth Jewell

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

 

Elizabeth Jewell has written a very sweet and juicy tale in Snowbound: Distraction. Glynna, Brandt and Erik are so funny that you don't want to miss reading their story.

 

http://fallenangelr eviews.com/ 2009/June/ terrir-snowbound _distraction. htm

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Dawgtown-- Playing for Keeps by Dawn Montgomery

Dawg Town: Playing for Keeps
by Dawn Montgomery

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-260-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1198

Blurb:

Prairie dogs may be low on the food chain, but Riley Cates is anything but. More man than dawg, he's finally carved his place in Barkus. Until Tara walks back into his life. Now there's no turning back, because once Riley has his taste, he'll never be able to let her go.


Tara's drawn to the one man who holds her soul, her happiness in his paws. And no matter what happens, this time, she's playing for keeps.




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"I'm not here to ask for another chance. I just wanted to let you know you were right."
Riley crossed his arms. "About what?"
"About all of it. The bike wasn't an excuse. It really did start sputtering right outside of town. I wanted to come in and chat with you and then leave you to your life."
"You are a piece of work, baby."
"Yeah. I expected you to say something like that." She turned her head and started rifling through her saddlebag. "I can pay you."
Before he could think, Riley moved close enough to snake her wrist in a loose grip. "Oh you'll pay me, Tara. The question is, how far are you willing to go?"
He felt her tremble at his touch. "I don't play games anymore, Riley. One-night stands and bullshit are behind me."
He tugged her close and inhaled the rich scent of his woman. Too many years had passed without her. "Who said anything about games and one-night stands? I'm tired of waiting, baby." He ran his fingers through her hair. Vanilla shampoo and a musk uniquely Tara teased his nose.
A soft cry of distress left her throat, but she pressed against him, trembling.
"You'd better decide now, honey. I'm not letting you go this time."
Tara's pussy clenched. His voice, that growl. She shivered. He could turn her hotter than hell in less than two point two seconds. Her slick heat dampened her panties and she whimpered. Yes, she wanted this. Was she just fooling herself in believing she'd be able to walk away?
"Make damn sure, honey. I have to hear the words."
"I'm sure, Riley. Please."

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Women of Steel Collection by Camille Anthony

Women of Steel (Collection)
by Camille Anthony

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-233-3
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi, Collections
Length: Collection

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The world is at war, facing an unrelenting enemy called the Scarth. Now is the time for all peoples of the Earth to unite against a common foe. Now is the time for warriors with backbones of steel.
The Harmon women are such soldiers, Amazons bio-engineered for such a time as this. Three women: Martini, Daiquiri and Thalassic Harmon have made war their life's work. They are warriors, unsurpassed, Women of Steel undefeated on the battlefield.
But there's another battlefield called Love. It is here they'll face their greatest challenge...

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"Come on, Marti, you have to think of this as just another mission. You are a leader of soldiers, a decorated war hero... Your on-file policy is 'Leave no one behind'."
Martini Harmon, a colonel in the Planetary Repulsion Force, muttered to herself as she brought her flitter to a hovering park. "Just pretend this is enemy territory and those people are holding your M.A.N. prisoner. All you have to do is go in, get your M.A.N., and get out!"
Celebrated as the most gung-ho soldier of her day, this current trepidation confused her, shamed her and pissed her off, royally. She hadn't been this nervous the first time she faced the alien Scarth.
Frowning, she exited the flitter and locked it down, ignoring the 'No Hovering' signs posted along the street. In wartime, military personnel garnered special privileges. No Botcop would issue a tick once it scanned the vehicle and found it active issue.
Stomping the two blocks over to the towering building housing the company that had raised her legendary ire, she rehearsed her mantra, repeating the phrase over and over.
"I will accept no bullshit excuses. I will not be turned away empty-handed, and so help me, Matrix, I will get my M.A.N. today!"
Stopping in front of the street's lone multi-level building, she paused, breathing deeply. In and out, lungs expanding smoothly, body functions priming for a fight, she relegated everything but this present challenge to the back of her mind. Lips curling in a determined sneer, she stepped forward.
The imposing frosted glass doors guarding the lavish offices of M.A.N.-Kind, Inc. sported old-fashioned door handles. Grasping the knobs firmly, she flung the doors open and stalked into the chilled, rarified air of the office suite housing the multi-billion dollar robotics company. Goose bumps immediately blossomed over her exposed shoulders, arms and thighs.
This time, she would let nothing deter her. Today -- if sheer determination had anything to do with it -- she would finally get her M.A.N.
Long, lean legs clad in shiny black, over-the-knee leather boots carried her past a second set of glass doors. Powered by her determined strides, her three-inch heels struck the decorative tile, sounding like the sharp, cracking retorts of gunshots. Lips drawn tight in irritation, she swept past the secretary's pristine desk, a cautioning finger cocked and pointing at the sputtering flunky who started to his feet, hands wringing in consternation.
Good, he recognizes me.
"Don't even try to hand me any bullshit, buster," she warned as she circled back to his desk and snatched up a stylus. Pushing the hapless server out of her way, she leaned over, scribbling rapidly.
Straightening up, she tossed the electronic pen and pad into the chest of the startled worker. "There, I've 'penciled' in an appointment with your boss for a major ass whipping. Unless you want some too, I suggest you stay the fuck outta my way. Got that?"
The drone nodded glumly, straightening his chair and sinking back down with a resigned sigh. Obviously ignorant of her enhanced hearing, he pushed a button on his console, speaking two hushed words into the intercom.
"She's back."
"Damn straight, I'm back," she snapped, "and there's nothing wrong with my hearing, dick-head. I am back, angry at the world and mad enough to be just a lee-tle bit impatient. All I can say is, heaven help anyone who gets in my way."
Like the smarmy salesperson slithering into my path, right now...
"Good morning, gentlefem. Welcome to the main offices of --"
"Out of my way, cretin, I'm gunning for your boss!"
"Well, that is the problem, isn't it?" The drone jerked back, alarm crossing his features when she growled an explicit insult at him. "Everyone wants the boss. He's busy... uh... can't be disturbed. No, he's out of the office. Gone for the day -- arrgh!" he broke off with a strangled cry, voice high and thin from being forced through the constrictive grip of her steel-hard fingers.
Stopping just shy of truly throttling him, Marti lifted the neuter until its feet dangled four inches from the ground. Voice sounding like jagged shards of glass, she snarled in its face, "Listen up! I am not happy. When I am unhappy, I start taking things apart." Disgusted by the tears leaking from its fear-contorted face, she shook the hapless M.A.N.U. "Shut the hell up before I begin with you. I can't stand it when you Male-Anatomy-Neutered-Units start blubbering. Damn-it-to-hell, snip off a man's prick and he becomes one -- a damned crybaby one, at that."
"I... b-beg your indulgence," the drone gasped between sobs, mopping at his face with a soggy sleeve, "for distressing you with m-my tears, b-b-but you are frightening me."
"Yeah, well, live long enough and you'll find life does that, Bub," she sniped, setting him down more gently than he might have expected. "Frightens the hell out of you if you give it a chance. Now, am I going to hear any more crap about your boss being out of the office?"
A quick, fervent shake of the head answered her. "If you will come this way, gentlefem..." The M.A.N.U. scurried out of her reach before gesturing down the plush, thickly carpeted hallway, eyebrows cresting when it caught her murmured response.
"That's the problem egghead," she muttered in disgust. "I haven't come any way for far too long a time..."

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Cosmic Cops: Dark Obsession by BJ McCall

Cosmic Cops: Dark Obsession
by B.J. McCall

cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-164-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Cosmic Cops
Length: Novella

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Paradise Resort on Solis 6 is neutral terrain for Cosmic Cop Riva Vix and professional thief Landis Eden. For Riva, Landis is a dark obsession and she has one hard and fast rule, Landis can't operate in her territory, Ryel.
Landis loves Riva and he wants more than a few stolen hours in Paradise. When the Galactic Intelligence Agency offers Landis a full pardon if he will steal a formula, Landis jumps at the chance to end his life of crime. But freedom comes with a perilous price. The operation is covert and the target is in Ryel.



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"I thought you'd never get here." Although she was usually calm even in dangerous situations, Captain Riva Vix's heart raced and her emotions tumbled whenever she laid eyes on Landis Eden. Part of her feared he'd fail to show one day, and the reason tore at her. He'd been caught and arrested, or worse, been killed.
"I was detained at the Kortus transport station and had to take a later shuttle flight," he said, dropping his bag before gathering her into his arms.
"You were stopped and questioned?"
"I always travel under an alias."
She touched his chest. "You're a wanted man on several planets."
"Don't worry about me, Riva."
She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. Although Landis was of average height and build, every inch of him was lean muscle. He was smart, strong and self-assured, but worrying about him had become part of her life. "One of these days your luck will run out."
He smiled. "I'm not wanted on Solis 6."
Strikingly handsome, his face was angular, his hair black and his eyes as blue as the manufactured lagoon surrounding Paradise Resort.
He slid his hand to her butt and squeezed. "But you wouldn't believe how many people travel wearing expensive jewelry. On my flight, I sat across from a woman wearing Earth rubies. I complimented her on their clarity. She bought me a drink."
Riva narrowed her eyes. "She still has her rubies?"
"She does. I'll always honor our contract." He brushed his lips to Riva's. "On Solis 6 you don't arrest anyone, I don't steal anything and we spend every moment we have together fucking."
She trembled at the sudden heat reflected in his amazing blue eyes. "My badge and my weapon are already in the safe."
"I've missed you, Riva," he whispered.
He took her mouth, kissing her lushly, deeply, stealing her breath.


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His Black Pearl by Colette Howard

His Black Pearl
by Colette Howard

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-269-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW, Dark Desire
Length: Novella

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There are two cardinal rules to any contract. Artist Hallie Brandt just broke both of them. First, she didn't pay attention to what she was signing. Sure, she knows she just agreed to paint a portrait of certain dimensions. But she's too focused on the fact that, after more than a decade of paint, sweat and tears, she's about to become a name artist. So what does a little detail like the model's identity really matter? Second? She hasn't a clue in hell who her new patron is. Yes, she's met Aaron Ioannides and knows his reputation as a world-class art collector. But just who is this man with the body of a Greek god and hands as skilled as her own?



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They had reached the open door to his library -- the room they had started in -- and he motioned her to a long table. "You use a strong, rich palette. On the surface, the characters and settings are intriguing, full of promise."
Here it comes. She forced a smile onto her face.
"But then I look at the faces, at the way they connect to one another, to their surroundings." He stopped, seemed to pull back, and she urged him to continue with a lift of her brow.
"Well, I've seen more emotion at a Botox clinic, Miss Brandt."
"Hallie, please." She had reminded him of her first name half a dozen times during the tour of his personal collection. He nodded, just as he'd done the other times, and she went on. "Certainly you find something to recommend my work. You've purchased several pieces."
She studied his face, looking for the slightest hint that his criticism was a bargaining tactic. A self-made millionaire, he had a reputation for being a tough negotiator.
"Yes, and I've been waiting for you to put aside the cold precision, the over reliance on technical form." He had a sheet of papers in front of him -- the commission contract -- and he rifled one corner with his thumb. "Do you think you can do that?"
"It's not my first commission piece," she reminded him.
Leaning back, he folded his hands behind his head and stared at her. Her lips warmed at the touch of his gaze until she had to look away.
"I can do it."
"Are you sure? There are no nudes in your portfolio."
She looked at the sheaf of papers in front of him and the checkbook beside it. She'd already read through the contract, aside from the few details that remained to be filled in -- price, size and the model.
The money didn't matter. Well, not a lot. It was more a matter of reputation. A commission with a collector of Ioannides' reputation would make hers. After a decade of scratching out a living with her paintings, she'd become the poster child for overnight success.
She had hidden her hands beneath the table earlier and she brought them out now, palms up. "Not a problem."
Dark blue eyes sparkled at her as he picked up his pen. "It will need to be a full-length nude." He ran the fat pen through his fingers, his gaze on her once again, as speculative as it had been in front of the Carracci when he didn't realize she was looking. "Full size, too, dimensions of eight feet in height by six."
She nodded and he wrote the measurements down on the paper.
He tapped the pen tip against the paper. "As to price. Something this size from your portfolio would usually run fifteen, yes?"
Hallie nodded. Putting her hands back in her lap, she knotted them together. He was giving her statements to agree with, softening her up and putting her in a passive position. It didn't help that she knew he was doing it. He did it so damn well, his voice soft as silk over powdered skin, his gaze moving across her face like a lover's kiss.
Shifting in his seat, Ioannides leaned halfway across the table.
"Since it's a commission and I plan on being very exacting..." His mouth quirked in a smile and he tapped the pen again. "I'll double that. Another fifteen for the modeling arrangement --"
"Fifteen?" She'd hardly expect to pay a model more than a thousand. She didn't need a real beauty, just a warm, poseable body to throw light on. "You have someone in mind, then?"
"Yes. The commission is dependent on the model's availability."
"At that rate, she must be famous."
Again, his mouth quirked in a smile. He wrote the sum of forty-five thousand dollars down on the contract's first page, just below the painting's dimensions. He flipped to the second page and recorded the model's name, the first sheet of paper blocking her view. "I'd say she's known, not famous. Not yet."
He turned to the third and final page and signed his name with a flourish before passing paper and pen to her. The contract was opened to his signature. She signed the line below his name and then dated it.
Flipping to the second page, she dropped the pen and looked up at him. "You've made a mistake. The model's name is supposed to be here."
"No mistake, Miss Brandt. No mistake at all."
Hallie glanced back down at the contract. There, with the same elegant strokes he'd used in signing his own name, Ioannides had written the name of the woman she would have to paint nude --
Hallie Brandt


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The Firm 2: Vixen by Tuesday Morrigan

The Firm 2: Vixen
by Tuesday Morrigan

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-147-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: The Firm 2
Length: Novella

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Killian Lionheart is tired. Late nights at his family's law firm have exhausted him. What little energy he might have at the end of the workweek is depleted by the constant family gatherings. After one too many evenings spent with the family, he decides enough is enough. One evening away from family is all that he wants. That evening at a bar downtown he spots a sultry, golden beauty at the bar and knows he has to have her. Even if she is a working girl.




Someone has been preying on call girls, and Tahlia Roberts, an undercover cop, is determined to catch San Francisco's most dangerous killer. While on the hunt, she meets a handsome, charming man, one she is not sure she can trust. With her heart or body. But there is something about him that calls to her, asks her to trust in love.


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Killian Lionheart had never picked up a woman in a bar before, but he was seriously considering it. Delilah was hot, sassy, and so damned tempting he was thinking about accepting the offer that shone in her mahogany gaze.
Then again the attraction might be the result of his self-imposed celibacy. His brothers were dropping like flies, getting hitched one after another. Keegan, the latest brother to say "I do," was the one that really got him thinking. Keegan was the epitome of a fun-loving playboy, going from one woman to the next with barely a breath in between. Now he was happily married to one of the partners at the family firm.
Killian couldn't shake the feeling he was next.
It didn't help that his father kept smirking at him. That alone was enough to put Killian on the defensive. Like those before him, his father, Lionel Lionheart, was blessed with the ability to shift into a golden lion. He also had the ability to see into the future. So when his father went around smiling, and God forbid, even winking at him, Killian figured he had reason to worry.
So he'd stopped dating or, more specifically, stopped sleeping with anyone.
Cold turkey.
Not the most comfortable thing ever. Actually, it was probably the most difficult thing he'd done in his life, but Killian wasn't ready for marriage. Despite the machinations of his overbearing family.
Lately, his father and sisters-in-law had been making it quite clear that they wanted him to find the woman he would mate with, and that they were not opposed to helping him with his search.
The whole situation would have been humorous if it wasn't happening to him. Despite his protests and determined efforts to evade them, his newly acquired sisters liked to spring attractive, single women at him at the drop of a hat. He feared going to any family function now because he knew he was going to be left alone with some unattached friend simply so his brothers' wives could attend another wedding. His wedding.
The only thing that made the situation remotely bearable was the fact that he wasn't the only brother hiding from them.
The Lionheart curse worked so that once a Lionheart found and bedded his mate, he had a year to bind her to him. If he didn't convince her within that time, he was doomed to impotency until her death.
Killian figured if he never slept with his mate, he had nothing to worry about.
Months had passed since he'd made his decision. His natural desires were gnawing on him, coaxing him to break his vow. It didn't help matters that Delilah was the sexiest woman he'd seen in years.
Just looking into Delilah's eyes made Killian's cock twitch with anticipation. He was hard pressed to ignore the attraction between them. He didn't think he could walk away from her, go home, and take matters into his own hands.
Masturbation could not appease the burn Delilah's presence ignited. He wanted her fiercely. So he took a chance. "How about meeting me tonight for dinner?"
She gave him a slow, sultry smirk that heated his blood. In her eyes he could see a thousand wicked promises. Her tongue, bright pink and wet, swept across her bottom lip. Simple and unconscious as the move was, it was the most devastating thing she could have done at the moment. His fingers tightened into a fist as the need threatened to overtake his senses.
She lifted her gaze and held his. "Tonight?" she asked, eyes wide. "That's fast."
"When I know what I want, I go after it."
"Well, tonight is out of the question." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "That's my date." She stood and walked from the bar. He watched her go, feeling as though he'd been cheated out of a life altering experience. It was foolish and even a little juvenile to think that she was someone that special to him when he'd just met her, but he couldn't stop the thought. She was halfway to the dark man standing in the middle of the bar when he turned away. He couldn't watch her enter another man's embrace.
He caught the bartender's gaze and held up his empty glass, silently asking for another drink. A drink, maybe two more, and he would go home to the coldness of his empty bed. As he watched the bartender make his drink he considered staying a little longer and drinking a lot more. There was nothing alluring about going home to an empty house, and he still burned with the heat from Delilah's skin. Staying longer and having enough alcohol to erode both feelings was an incredibly attractive thought. He was wavering between going home early and sleeping, or staying out late and getting drunk with his brothers when a soft, confident hand landed on his shoulder.
"There's always tomorrow night, or the night after." Warm and sultry, Delilah's voice caressed the shell of his ear. Surprised, he glanced behind him and was caught in the grip of her heated, espresso gaze. She licked her bottom lip and his greedy eyes dropped to devour the sight. The need to follow the glossy trail her tongue left behind with his own was instant and demanding. And that was before she parted her beautiful lips and spoke. "Call," she simply said and handed him a small slip of paper. Their fingers brushed against one another and a current of pleasure jolted through him, searing his nerve endings.

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Dawg Town: Hot Dawg by Marteeka Karland

Dawg Town: Hot Dawg
by Marteeka Karland

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-246-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Selene is tired of the same old same old. In an effort to get away from the ole hamster wheel, she takes off on a pink Harley into the night...


Straight to Dawg Town.


Cal thinks "pink" and "Harley" shouldn't even be in the same sentence, but he sure isn't averse to the hot woman riding it. Their chemistry is right, and she's even a shifter -- like him. But there's a reason she's looking to change her scenery, and it has very little to do with her hamster wheel.







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Selene ran and ran. And ran and ran and ran. She seemed to be getting nowhere, but her surroundings insisted she was. Funny thing was, no matter how fast or how slow she ran, the scenery passed by at the same speed. What the fuck was going on?
She had awakened to this same scenery and began running out of fear. Now she'd been at it for what seemed like hours, and she was fucking tired!
She stopped, trying to catch her breath. The scenery rolled on.
This was insane.
"See? I told you she'd love it, John."
"It's a hamster, Susan. It'd run on that wheel no matter what was going on around it."
"Stop calling her 'it.' I've told you about that. She has feelings too, you know. Besides, I think she's in heat. This will take her mind off... you know." Susan whispered the last two sentences as if Selene couldn't hear.
"Give me a break."
John and Susan left the room, still arguing about whether or not Selene had awareness of herself. It probably had something to do with how much the screen surrounding her hamster cage cost, to say nothing of the program. Had Selene bothered to get off that damned wheel and look behind her, she'd have realized what was going on. She really loved the wheel, but when in her hamster form, she sometimes got a little carried away.
Though she'd had a marvelous cardio workout, and the run had indeed taken her mind off her need for sex, enough was enough. It was time to leave Susan and John, nice as they were, for someplace where people didn't buy thousand-dollar setups for hamsters to use to exercise. That was just insane.
There was a place she'd heard about, with a bar she'd always wanted to visit. She just hoped the hot pink Harley didn't stand out too much. She grinned. Then again, if everything she'd heard about the Prairie Dawg Bar were true, she hoped she did stand out. The town might be just what she needed. Sex with shifters, even if they weren't of her race, with no strings attached and no need to worry if they knew what she was. That way, if she accidentally shifted after her orgasm, as was typical for her, the poor guy wouldn't freak out. That had only happened once, and, thankfully, the guy had been drunk enough he'd thought it was a hallucination. Still, he'd never gone out with her again, and he looked at her funny every time he saw her. After that, she'd abstained, hoping she'd find another of her kind, but she hadn't.
Then she'd heard about Barkus, Kansas. The town was full of prairie dog shifters. She was a hamster shifter, but she'd heard they welcomed anyone. Well, it was time to find out.
It took very little maneuvering to undo her cage, and she was out. Out the doggie door and off the porch into the grass, Selene made her way across the yard to the neighbors. Thank goodness for people who still line-dried their clothes.
In the dusky dark of sunset, Selene shifted under a tree near the clothesline. If anyone saw her, they'd get an eyeful. When she shifted from her hamster form to her human form, she was butt naked. Grabbing the only item of adult clothing -- a flower print cotton dress -- she hastily donned it. It wasn't great for bike riding, but it was better than nothing at all.
Selene moved quickly through the yard and back to the street. In such a small town, she'd be easily noticed as a stranger if she were seen, but luckily, the streets practically rolled up after dark. No one was out and about, and most every house had no lights on. If she hurried, she might make it out to the interstate and be heading west before she was noticed.
A few minutes later, she reached the shed where she'd stowed her motorcycle a few months before. Unlocking the door, she let it swing open and gazed on the one thing she owned. She'd won the bike in Las Vegas a few months back and could barely ride it, but it was pretty. And pink. Blazoned proudly on the gas tank were the words "Hot Dawg." What was not to love?
She started up the bike and tried to take off. She popped the clutch a bit too soon, and the thing jumped and died. She tried again. Same result. Selene gritted her teeth. She'd managed to get her learner's license, but that required only a written exam. Actually getting her real license would require a bit more finesse and actual skill.
Giving it one more try, she finally got it going and started down the road, wobbly though she was. Once she was moving, it was easy. She was leaving this little town. On her way out, she didn't look back.
She was too afraid she'd wreck.
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Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

New Review - SHIFT WORK: DOUBLE SHIFT - Hannah Beckham

Four & ½ Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

 

This fast-pace story mixes action, suspense, and erotic play that's sure to keep you on the edge of your seat.

 

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New Review - HOOSIER WEREWOLF: HOWL & PROWL (Collection) - Kate Steele

Five Hearts from Love Romances & More

 

Ms. Steele has a way of bringing the love. I recommend this story to anyone and everyone who loves shifters and their secrets and their fire burning sex lives. A must read!

 

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New Review - GRIM JUSTIN (Collection) - Fiona Jayde

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

 

All of the heroes in this collection are the bad boys girls want to be in bed with. This is a definite "put it in your to be read in bed" pile!

 

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New Review - WEARY MEMORIES (Collection) - Elizabeth Jewell

Five Stars from Ecataromance

 

A series of short stories chronicling the start of a loving relationship, Weary Memories by Elizabeth Jewell is laden with emotion, heat and danger. will tug at your emotions and will stay with you long after the last page is turned.

 

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New Review - MISTLETOE HIGH (Collection) - Alexis Fleming

Five Markers from Bitten by Books

 

The sizzle factor was HOT! and I haven't laughed so much in quite a while. Consider sharing this with the significant other in your life during the holiday season.

 

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Dawg Town: Prairie Rose by Carlanime Bligh

Dawg Town: Prairie Rose
by Carlanime Bligh

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-250-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Todd Hunter goes undercover to investigate just how a shipment of drugs went missing in the middle of nowheresville, Kansas. But the blonde biker chick is an irresistible temptation.


Rose Blacktail heard there was a new librarian in town, but she didn't plan to pick him up that night. Back at her house, she realizes two things: the moon is full and she's in heat. Getting laid is a challenge when you're about to go all cute, plump, and furry...





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Rose Blacktail and her sister Thistle didn't bring many guests home. She wasn't too sure why she'd made an exception tonight, except that the new guy in town had wandered into the Prairie Dawg looking completely lost. He was, she knew from town gossip, the new librarian.
Somehow, she'd never pictured librarians having unkempt black hair and intense green eyes, but this guy was definitely an improvement over the stereotype. And quite clearly he was crazy, or just completely lacking in survival skills, because a biker bar is not the kind of place you show up uninvited, not even in a town as small as Barkus, Kansas. And she should know -- she was a member of the Dawgs, born and bred, and had been on the back of a bike from the time she was a toddler. Hell, her whole family were bikers, and she knew all the reasons it was best to steer clear of strangers. In her book, a bad reputation and a tough attitude went a long way to ensure personal safety.
So when this guy had tossed back a few drinks, looking vulnerable, she'd understood just why her fellow Dawgs were eyeing each other and chuckling ominously. The boy was gonna get rolled, and he'd have only himself to blame when he woke up bruised by the side of the road somewhere and, if he was capable of learning, a little bit wiser. The Dawgs were as sweet as they come, but there was such a thing as pushing your luck, and Todd Hunter was in danger of finding that out the hard way.
But something about his unkempt hair and his inappropriate cheerfulness won her over. Every time she'd brought him a drink, he'd had a smile and some little joking remark -- not in an "obviously hitting on her way," but more like how someone new to town might try to figure out the people he'd landed with.
She'd caught him staring at Bucky's giveaway teeth with a puzzled frown, as if he knew something was odd but couldn't work out what, and that had made her laugh. And each time she'd brought a beer or a soda to his table, she'd been just that little bit more aware of how well his jeans fit and how taut those abs were. His shirt draped against his body, hugging it, and she couldn't blame it. Lucky shirt. When she caught herself thinking about slipping her hands underneath it, she decided to rescue him, and herself, by inviting him home for one last drink.
Before she knew what'd happened, she'd introduced herself, pointed out he was too damned drunk to drive back to town, and offered to let him crash at her place. It was a lie, and she knew it. He'd been pacing himself carefully, and he wasn't drunk at all -- even Sheriff Mike Winslow and Taylor MacKeller would have been hard-pressed to find an excuse to run him in, however they might feel about a newcomer. Still, Todd had jumped at the chance. No big surprise there; she knew he'd been checking her out. Rose smiled to herself, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Some days she just felt good in her skin.
He was hardly in the door before she'd backed him against the wall and moved in close, pressing against him. While he was still gasping for breath, she stood on tiptoe to rub noses with him. "Uh, sorry," she said when she realized what she was doing. Oops.
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Werecats and Werelocks Collection by Dakota Cassidy

Werecats and Werelocks (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-244-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Four strong, sexy women, four kooky, supernatural dilemmas, four fantastically hot men. Four stories of the most unlikely, improbable way to find the love of your life. Join Felicity, Charlie, Frankie and Addison for a series of zany Dakota Cassidy adventures!

This collection contains the previously released novellas Catnipped, A Were-Cat Christmas, Werelock, and Confessions of a Wannabe Witch.

Excerpt:



Catnipped
Dakota Cassidy
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2009 Dakota Cassidy

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“You fucking redneck! I’ll kick your stupid ass!”
“Bring it, you asshole!”
Charlie Ledbetter beat feet into Fabulous Furries, her local pet store, grabbing a cart and hurrying past the two very large, very angry men who were clearly not happy with each other, judging by their livid scowls and clenched fists. Both were rather impressive in height and girth, but the guy with the jet-black hair was just a bit scarier than his lighter-haired foe.
Charlie shivered when she stepped around them. They gave off this bad ju-ju she wanted nothing to do with.
Being the “avoid trouble” kinda chick she was, she didn’t linger. Besides, Renee would kill her if she was late for her pork tenderloin with orange sauce and dinner was always on time at her best friend Renee’s. Time was of the essence.
Charlie scurried to the chew-toy aisle to pick up a new bone for her dog Pinky. Her Pug-Chihuahua mix needed some kind of entertainment while she was at the bookstore or her furniture would suffer in the way of shredded cushions and scarred wood. Pinky went through bones like J-Lo went through husbands and to not have a healthy supply of them meant her couch would meet a long drawn-out death.
Strolling along the aisle, she fingered the green dental bones, hanging neatly in a row. Pinky’s breath smelled like a Jersey dump and apparently, these bones promoted clean, sweet breath. But the Pinkster loved the clear bones and whatever made Pinky happy…
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the two men she’d seen in the front of the store, stalking one another in the cat food aisle beside hers. The lighter haired of the two stomped behind the guy whose hair was so black it gleamed blue highlights, yelling something.
And it didn’t sound like they were fucking around.
“I told you to stay the hell away from Tasha, you motherfucker!” the taller by an inch or so guy with light brown hair hissed between clenched teeth.
Charlie couldn’t help but overhear their anger over this Tasha. Yet she snapped her eyes back to the bones hanging in plastic wrap and turned her cart the other way, trying to focus on picking the right dog bone for her very picky Pinky.
But they weren’t making it easy. The conversation heated up and the hotter it got, the juicier it got. It was like rubbernecking. Charlie couldn’t turn her listening ears off or keep herself from sneaking peeks at grown men behaving like children.
“She’s not yours anymore, Quinn, and why would she be when she’s got this?” The raven-haired guy answered back and that was when Charlie caught another glance of him over her shoulder, grabbing at his package with a meaty paw.
Hoo boy.
She turned back around and made a face, jamming her chin into her jacket. Jesus, men really did think it was all about the schlong.
And it so wasn’t. Not that it hurt, mind you, but it didn’t amount to everything.
A loud growl went up and it struck her as odd. It was so deep and resonant, it almost didn’t sound human. With that, more words followed.
And they weren’t very nice in Charlie’s estimation, but she couldn’t blame the guy. The really dark-haired guy had thrown the “package” card into the universe. Men were sensitive about their meat and the lighter-haired guy was apparently no exception.
“I’ll -- fucking -- kill -- you!” he spat with succinct timing.
Oh, good. A death at Fabulous Furries. Sooooo not something she wanted to witness. But suddenly she had no choice. The thwack to her back, shoving her into her cart, was sharp, knocking the wind out of her momentarily. Her fingers clenched the cart while she sucked in a lungful of air before she turned to confront the Neanderthals.
God dammit! She bruised easily.
Gripping her side, she massaged her rib area, then narrowed her eyes and focused on her targets. Charlie stepped directly between both panting men, planting her hands on her hips. She faced the darker-haired guy and waved a finger. “Hey, knock it the hell off! You just crashed into me. I don’t know about you, but I hear there’ve been lawsuits over less. Now this is a public place. Can’t you see I’m in deep deliberation over which bone to choose for my precious? Jesus! I can’t think with the two of you yelling. Now take your business elsewhere. There are people here trying to shop in peace.”
Ooooh, but Cro-Magnon man clearly didn’t like to be chastised. He flipped the guy behind her the bird, then narrowed his gaze at Charlie. “Shut up, you bitch, and mind your own business,” he sniped, the set of his mouth forming a sneer.
Charlie gasped.
He. Did. Not.
Charlie, while usually not one to engage, became enraged. The motherfucker. She stood on her tippy toes and stuck her face in his. “I’m sorry. Was ‘bitch’ the word you used? For the love of dick, couldn’t you be more original? You slam into me and I’m the bitch? Ohhh, I so don’t think so. I’m going to find store security.”
But Charlie didn’t have time to finish telling the fucktard off.
The lighter-haired guy did it for her -- with menace. “Don’t call the lady a bitch, you fuck-up. I swear to God you have the mentality of a two year old!”
Okay, so the guy with the black hair didn’t much like being compared to a toddler -- though Charlie didn’t think he was far off the mark -- because the next thing Charlie knew, he was grabbing at the guy behind her and somehow after a scuffle of grabby hands and flailing arms ensued, she ended up in a big old manwich, stuffed like a piece of bologna between two men, the one on top of her weighing at least a good two hundred pounds.
The whoosh they made when they hit the ground was softened for Charlie because she landed right on top of the raven-haired, mouthy guy.

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Screen Shots: Seduced by Willa Okati

Screen Shots: Seduced
by Willa Okati

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-261-6
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Screen Shots
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

What's a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio? Confused by the changes in his absentminded buddy Cody, Aaron decides to check the place out for himself.

Twentysomethingtwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it'd be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it's a heck of a temptation even for someone who's never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he's starting to see Cody in an entirely different light. What's a guy supposed to do now?




Excerpt:



“Yo, Aaron. Think I’ve got a lead on a job. You’re driving me. Cool?”Sure, that was how innocent conversations started. Then fifteenminutes later you ended up burning rubber down back roads to get yourperpetual manchild of a roommate to an interview he was already tenminutes late for.And that was when Cody, looking out the side window of the truck, cameout with the choice gem of: “When’d you first get laid? Was it good,bad, kinda forgettable? Drunk, sober, high, wasted?”“What’s it matter?”“Just seems weird to me you never said. Fuck, I tell you everything.”“Brag, you mean.”“Whatever. Details, man. Inquiring minds want to know.”Aaron shrugged. “I just don’t talk about that kind of shit, is all.”“Shy bastard.”“Private,” Aaron insisted. “Besides, didn’t your momma ever teach yougirls like nice guys?”“Hmm. Do you think guys like nice guys, too?”“The fuck?” Aaron squinted sideways at Cody. “How would I know? Nevereven looked at a guy that way, much less put the moves on them.”Cody digested that with a quiet grunt and a nod. “Guess that meansyou’ve never fucked a guy, huh?”Aaron accidentally shifted gears and swerved.Cody snickered. “I’m gonna take that as a no. Me either,” he went on.“I kinda wonder what it’d be like.”“And you’re what, going to go find out?”“Pretty much. Hey, take this next exit up here.”Aaron required a few seconds to understand the two sentences wereunrelated. He hoped. Almost missed the exit but made it in the lastsecond. “Indy 500, look out. Mad skills.”“Yeah, yeah.” Cody popped his knuckles. “So that doesn’t… y’know,freak you out?”“What, you acquiring a sudden taste for dick?”Cody shrugged and wouldn’t look at Aaron.“Why would I care? Doesn’t matter to me where you stick it. Just don’tgive me the play-by-play the morning after.”“Same rules you had about my lady conquests.”“Because the same reasoning applies. Oversharing. Learn what it means.”Cody rested his cheek on the window. Great. There’d be a hugeCody-shaped smudge there later. Then again, given how the truck was afew months overdue for a trip to the car wash, not such a big deal. “Ithink it’d be okay,” he said.“We’re talking about the guy thing still?”“There any reason we shouldn’t, as long as it doesn’t involve gorydetails about my cock? You seriously wouldn’t think any less of me ifI, you know –” He made a short but impressively concise hand gesture.“What’s your issue? I said no, it didn’t bug me, and I meant no.”Aaron felt irritable for some reason, something he couldn’t pinpoint,and that cranked up the aggravation factor. “Why all the questions?”he asked, to take the pressure off himself. “Got your eye on someonealready and I should start preparing myself now?”“Yes and no,” Cody said. He flexed his feet and popped his toe joints.Someday Aaron had to find out how he did that. “Take the next left.”“You’ve got to tell me what kind of job this is you’re interviewing for.”“You’ll see, my man. You’ll see.” Cody cranked up the CD player volumeand started to sing. Aaron gave up. For now. He’d get it out of Codysooner or later, though, wait and see. What else were friends for ifnot torturing information out of one another?* * *Cody kept his head turned to watch the right side of the road. Hecounted under his breath. “Three, four, five. Okay, it’s gonna be thesixth house on this side. There, right there. Pull in.”Aaron did as he’d been told, though the warning signs that usuallyflashed on in his head whenever Cody had one of his Crazy Schemes wereblazing neon-bright. “What kind of job is this?” he asked again.Probably the fifth time since they’d started driving. He’d keep it upuntil he got an answer, too.“You’ll see.” Cody barely waited for the truck to stop before he wasout of the cab, his sandals flapping over the perfectly graded gravelof the driveway.Aaron followed at a slower pace. This was… wow. Had Cody landed somekind of shot at being a pool boy or work mowing lawns? “Jeez. Ask themif they’ve got a job for me, too.”He had no idea why Cody cracked up laughing, and didn’t think hewanted to. “On second thought, I take it back.”“No do-overs, Aaron.” Cody laid into the door with the brass knockershaped like a — Aaron squinted. No way that was what he thought itwas.Actually, there wasn’t any mistaking that. A door knocker in the shapeof a cock. A pretty impressive cock, too.Cody having a shot at working here suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense.--

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Sensuous by Aubrey Ross

Sensuous
by Aubrey Ross

cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-210-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires
Series: Station X
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Victor, an organic vampire, is intrigued by his father's determination to modernize Zoltan clan. He has experienced relationships driven by obligation in the past and now he wants a union fueled entirely by passion. Modern society seems less regimented, so he's excited to explore his new boundaries.


Tess Bronstein is in the process of opening X2, a sister club to Station X. After stumbling through one horrible relationship after another, she has given up on romance altogether. Victor attracts and fascinates her, but her unwanted fiancè has burst back into her life, so a fling with a vampire is not going to happen.


Captivated, yet challenged by Tess's resistance, Victor enlists the help of Seth, an arrogant elfin prince. Seth and Tess were betrothed at birth, and her refusal to acknowledge the contract only fuels Seth's determination to possess her. Victor knows they can unleash her sensuality if they find a way beyond her emotional reserve. Seth woos her by day. Victor seduces her by night. And when her barriers begin to crumble, they combine their efforts, shattering her preconceived ideas of what love is all about.

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Sharp fangs stabbed into Cadin's neck, and she screamed. Her body arched off the bed, twisting and bucking in an instinctive flurry of motion. Physical sensations were still new, each discovery intense and addictive. She'd spent the majority of her existence in an incorporeal dimension, never imagining the pleasure awaiting her in the physical realm.
Emit slipped an arm beneath her neck and raised her slightly as he settled on his knees between her thighs. His mouth drew in long, rhythmic pulls, launching a fresh wave of pain with each demanding suck.
Strength flowed out of her body and into his. He pinned her to the bed, feeding with savage hunger and... malevolence? She scanned his mind, expecting the anger, yet surprised by the resentment pulsing through him. Did he honestly think she'd be this easy to kill? She was a chaos being! Corporeal creatures existed for her entertainment, and to enrich her sustenance. She siphoned energy from the room around her, saturating her levels faster than he could deplete them.
He gasped and raised his head, glaring into her eyes as blood trailed from the corners of his mouth. "How did you do that?" His words were separated by harsh little pants.
"I don't want you to starve." Mockery tinged her voice and shaped her smile. His gaze narrowed, and emotion spiked through his energy, sharp anger and dark ambition, twisting through rich, red lust. So conflicted. So chaotic. She lived for moments like this. "If you're still hungry, feed. I didn't realize I'd been so neglectful."
Fury ignited within his gaze. His blue eyes glowed, and his features sharpened. "You need me to remain in this dimension." He grasped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. "But what do I get out of the bargain?"
His cock drove into her, the thick length stretching the walls of her pussy. Yes! This was what she wanted, what she craved. She shut her eyes and forced herself not to arch or moan. He must not realize how badly she needed the fullness, the utter completeness of having him deep inside her.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered near her ear as he slowly pulled back.
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Stargazers 3: Wild by Anne Kane

Stargazers 3: Wild
by Anne Kane

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-181-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Series: Stargazers
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Unfairly indentured, Stargazer Anaya plans her escape carefully, stowing away in a ship belonging to the cynical bounty hunter, Ryland. She just needs to avoid detection until the ship docks at the next port of call.
When Ryland discovers the beauty, he assumes she's a runaway sex slave and offers her a choice: be returned to her master or stay and serve his every desire.

Excerpt:

EXCERPT:
She sucked in a startled breath as she heard the sound of her captor's footsteps ringing out on the metal decking. It hadn't taken him long to finish his business. She schooled her features into what she hoped resembled a slave happy to yield to her master.

Submitting to his sexual appetites wouldn't be too difficult. She was a Stargazer, she often used sex to bolster her talent, and the big bounty hunter was just the type of male she found attractive. Every part of his mouthwatering body was super-sized, including the thick bulge in those tight spacer pants. She felt her pussy cream in anticipation when he stalked through the doorway, a darkly sinful grin on his rugged face.

"Miss me?" He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, baring a muscular chest. "I've turned navigation over to the ship's comp until we reach the next system, so we have time to get acquainted."

Anaya gulped, her attention on his big hands. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and slid them down over his hips, allowing his massive shaft to spring free. He dropped the pants to the floor and kicked them off.

She felt a sudden twinge of misgiving. She'd always been in charge during her sexual exploits; her chosen partners willing to follow her lead and pleasure her in any way she demanded. The bounty hunter might not be quite so easy to control.

He gripped his cock in his fist, casually running it down the thick length. She watched, unable to tear her gaze away from the single drop glistening on the plum-shaped tip.

Ryland sauntered over to where she hung in midair, trapped by the field. How the hell did he manage to move through it so effortlessly? She narrowed her eyes speculatively. Only a military class nano system would allow him that kind of control over an anti-grav stasis field -- which would also explain how he'd managed to detect her presence.

She felt incredibly vulnerable, unable to move while he stood by her side, sweeping the heavy mass of her hair back from her forehead. She barely managed to whimper softly when he carefully eased the silky material of her suit back to expose her breasts. She'd always been proud of her breasts; pert little mounds, nicely rounded with dusky pink nipples.

He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, nodding in approval as it came to attention. "There's something satisfying about a female that's bred to fuck. Cuts through all that annoying chatter some women require before getting down to business."

Anaya had to concede he had a point. Legally registered sex slaves commanded a premium price at flesh markets around the galaxy. They were bred for looks and a high sex drive, and were perfectly happy with their lot in life. They were well treated, and often lived better than the citizens.

Ryland walked behind her. Anaya felt him grasp her hands and gently push the cuffs up higher on her arms to expose the welts circling the slender limbs. She felt the soothing caress of his thumb gliding gently over the tender flesh before he let go of her arms and came back around to face her.

"Your master deserves to be thrashed. This is totally unacceptable. " He let go of her wrists and looked into her eyes. She thought she detected a twinge of guilt at her fear. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Much. I've never taken a female by force and I don't intend to start now."

Anaya watched his lips descend, mesmerized. She closed her eyes, her lips parting under the gentle pressure teasing them with skillful nibbles. She could feel the restrained power of his hands exploring her body, gliding over the hollow of her shoulder, shaping the mounds of her breasts. He swept his tongue into her mouth, demanding her submission while his hands continued to stroke the sensitive flesh of her breasts.

He smiled at her, his sexy blue eyes glittering when he trailed a path of kisses from her mouth, down to the hollow of her throat. He paused there, taking his time exploring the tender skin before continuing down to nuzzle one nipple, scoring his teeth across the pebbled peak while she gasped, unable to move. Ryland sucked the tip into his mouth, and liquid heat shot through her.

"Please." She hated the pleading tone of her voice, but she couldn't stop herself. "I need to be able to move."

"You need to do what I tell you." Ryland tilted his head. "I'm beginning to see why your master punished you so harshly. You need a firm hand." He turned his attention back to her breasts, licking and sucking as she whimpered helplessly beneath his attention. Just when she thought she couldn't handle any more, he stopped and backed away from her. A wicked grin curved his sexy mouth when he deliberately slid his big fist down the length of his cock.

Anaya's watched the huge shaft swell even larger, the plum-shaped tip jerking eagerly. She slipped her tongue out and licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away.

"Want a taste?"

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Dawg Town: Hustle by Anne Kane

Dawg Town: Hustle
by Anne Kane

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-228-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Kaylee has no idea that she's a prairie dog shifter, or that the reason for all the male attention she's been attracting is her first heat cycle. When her boss fires her in a jealous fit of rage, she decides to go find some action at the local biker bar.


When the cute little dawg waltzes onto his turf, Logan isn't about to let any of his buddies get their paws on her. A game of pool turns into a sexy seduction as Logan introduces her to loving, Prairie Dawg style.




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Kaylee paused and stared at the prairie dog town that spread out endlessly across the flat terrain. Hundreds of the cute little critters popped their heads out of their burrows and started to whistle the minute she'd stepped out of her sporty little Miata in the parking lot of the Prairie Dawg Saloon. The full moon tonight must be affecting the furry little things.
She ran her fingers through her hair and pushed her way through the front doors of the saloon. The subdued roar of conversation she'd heard from the far end of the parking lot stopped as every male in the place turned to stare at her.
Great. She'd come here to blow off some steam. After a hellish day at work that culminated in that bitch of a boss firing her in a very public display of jealousy, she didn't need a whole room full of people staring at her. She glared at the two men closest, a couple of burly biker types she'd normally drool over, and they quickly looked away. She turned her head to glare at the room in general and felt a surge of satisfaction when the men shrugged and went back to whatever it was they were discussing.
Pleased with herself, she stalked over to the bar and hopped up onto a barstool. A nice cold bottle of beer would go a long way toward helping her mellow out. She spotted the bartender talking to a dark-haired man farther down the bar. He straightened up when she caught his eye and headed toward her.
"Evenin', ma'am. Name's Bucky." He studied her with open curiosity. "I don't recall seeing you around before, but you look mighty familiar."
Kaylee rolled her eyes. That had to be the lamest pickup line in the book, and she didn't dignify it with an answer. "Give me a cold beer. Please."
"Comin' right up." He gave her a bucktoothed grin and waddled off toward the cooler.
She eyed up his plump figure, struck by his amazing resemblance to the prairie dogs that lived in a huge warren of dens and burrows outside of town. The locals occasionally grumbled about the antics of the cute little rodents, but they were fiercely protective of them. "They may be a dang nuisance," Aunt Cee often said, "but they're our nuisances, and nobody's going to hurt a hair on any one of their plump little butts."
Well, cute as the prairie dogs were, a plump butt didn't send any shivers of excitement down her spine. She swiveled on the bar stool and surveyed the prospects. For a notorious biker hangout, the action looked tame. Sure, most of the guys sported at least some leather...
"Blake. It must've been Blake."
She turned back to the bar, frowning as she accepted the frosty bottle from Bucky. "What must have been Blake?"
"Sorry, sometimes I'm a bit hard to follow." He gave her an apologetic shrug. "Blake was a real nice guy, friend of just about everyone here. He came in one day, bragging about this girl in town, real looker. Said he was going straight, going to marry her. Got picked off by a damn eagle the very next morning." Bucky shook his head sadly. "Never did figure out who the girl was, but it must've been your mama. You're the spittin' image of him, and the scent is unmistakable."
Kaylee stared at the chubby bartender in alarm. She assumed an eagle would have to be a rival biker gang, but what the hell did he mean by "scent"? Surely, he didn't think she smelled like some guy he used to know! She picked up her beer and edged away from the bar. The last thing she needed today was another person flipping out.
A movement at the back of the bar caught her eye as a dark-haired biker sauntered across the well-worn dance floor. Snug fitting jeans showed off his tight butt as he leaned over an ancient jukebox and pushed a few buttons. An old country tune filled the air, and the man straightened, turning to face her.
Kaylee sucked in a deep breath as molten heat ignited deep inside her and she felt her pussy dampen. He caught her gaze, dark eyes smoldering with passion as he sauntered over to one of the well-worn tables and picked up a long-necked bottle, taking a deep swig. Tall and lean, he wore a tight tee shirt and a worn leather vest with those jeans. No plump butt on this one. Despite the sudden feeling that she was in way over her head, Kaylee found her herself drifting in the direction of the jukebox.







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Dawg Town: Bad Dawg by Lena Austin

Dawg Town: Bad Dawg
by Lena Austin

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-229-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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One OTR trucker. One leather-clad biker. One very special town…

Finding himself stranded in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas, Loren comes face to face with his favorite fantasy. Hard to say which turns him on more, the ‘69 Shovelhead, or Bad Dawg -- the bronze god of a biker in the seat.

But can there be any future for men whose livelihoods pull them in opposite directions? And what’s with all the Prairie Dawgs all over the place?

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Loren stepped out of the truck stop bathroom and looked into the dusky shadows of the parking lot for the rigs park in the back. Shit. No shiny blue truck with the yellow logo of his company anywhere. He walked to the side of the building where the truckwash and diesel fueling station were, far away from the tourists' RVs.
Nothing.
One big yellow and orange truck was refueling, but it was still kind of early for the truckers who'd done their maximum eleven hours of driving to pull in for a rest. The only reason Loren and his trainer had stopped was because they'd run out of fuel. Roy, his trainer, tended to have a heavy hand on the gears.

Apparently Roy hadn't realized Loren wasn't still asleep in the berth, and had driven off. Loren sighed. He and Roy hadn't gotten along well, but they'd gritted their teeth through most of the required hours before Loren got his own truck from the company. Loren tried to give the grizzled, rude bastard the benefit of the doubt that the drive off hadn't been deliberate. Then again, could be Roy had finally figured out Loren was gay after he'd turned down another lot lizard the night before. Roy had certainly taken advantage of the whore's dubious charms in her RV. Right now, Loren hoped the sonovabitch's dick fell off from whatever diseases she'd carried.

Sighing, Loren pulled out his card with the 800 number to the company's trainee liaison and headed into the coffee shop. He knew he was in for a bad night at minimum. Roy wouldn't notice Loren was gone until he'd finished his eleven hours of drive time, and then he'd have to turn around and come back for his lost trainee.

A huge tricked out Harley sat covered in road dust in one of the parking places out front. If it wasn't a 1969 Shovelhead lovingly restored to all its glory and placed beneath chromed fat bob tanks and a custom frame, Loren would eat the damn thing's tires -- without sauce. Loren put his hands behind his back to fight the urge to caress the wide, comfortable seat and permitted himself to drool for a few minutes. He had some serious fantasies about big, bad, leather-clad bikers, and all unfulfilled. Shitpissfuck. Now he had a boner, and he wasn't sure if it was for the bike or the owner. Loren cursed himself and went inside, hoping another lot lizard wouldn't pounce on him as a potential client.

He waited until he had his coffee in hand before trying to find an isolated booth to make his call. After all, sometimes the company liaison left you on hold for half an hour, and never mind that a poor trainee had to listen to the minutes tick off his cell phone for that long.

The biker himself, clearly a rider who knew what he was doing, held the corner booth. His jacket had "Prairie Dawgs" stitched where the breast pocket would be. Weird name for a biker gang, but what Loren knew about bikers would fit in a teacup. The denim was filthy and worn in places that indicated he'd ridden long enough to have laid his bike down a time or two. Long chestnut hair in a braid fell over one shoulder. He was hunched over his coffee, so Loren couldn't see his face.

Loren breathed a huff of frustration at the lack of privacy and slumped into the next booth over, facing the biker. By God, if he had to linger over the phone, Loren intended to have a few fantasies to pass the time. He punched the speed dial. Pretty damn bad when you had your trainee liaison on speed dial. He didn't want a reputation as a wuss, but Roy had driven him nuts with personal questions and lesbian porn on the DVD in the back.

Then the biker looked up. His eyes were huge and brown, rimmed with lashes that would make any drag queen proud, and... holy shit... those peepers were kewpie doll sweet. No biker was supposed to be sweet!

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Seduced by Darkness Collection by Lacey Savage

Seduced by Darkness (Collection)
by Lacey Savage

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-225-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Dark Desire
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

A girl can only take so much darkness before she succumbs to its seductive call...
When sexy magician Luke Howard yanks Heidi Cole on stage and names her his audience volunteer, dark desire wraps Heidi in tendrils of passion, as foreign to her as the shadowy world of magic. And then Luke is brutally torn from her arms.

Driven by haunting memories of losing him, she hopes to one day become strong enough to conduct a Summoning and rescue her lover from the depths of Hell. But magic makes no guarantees. When Heidi is finally able to open a portal into Hell, she brings back not only Luke but also his cellmate, a man whose raw sex appeal is only matched by the secrets he keeps.
The descent into darkness will demand Heidi's body, her heart, her humanity, and the one thing she refuses to sacrifice: her men.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Dark Desire, Summoning Darkness, Darkness Becomes Her, and Seduced by Darkness.

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It was a damn good day to die.
Varin crossed his arms over his bare chest and leaned against a sharply jutting edge of phosphorous black rock. The smell of sulfur and molten lava blended with the acrid stench of fear, drenching the damp air. He sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the heady mixture.
Glorious. Like everything else about this place.
Although he'd been appointed Demon Guardian Overlord almost a millennium earlier, the euphoria that came with receiving new souls hadn't yet begun to fade. Time had no meaning in the dark place beneath the mortal realm. Here, there was nothing but suffering and everlasting torment. The culmination of countless lifetimes of sin.
An intoxicating, potent rush heated his blood, bringing with it a torrent of pleasure. He reveled in it as he watched vessels carrying newcomers sway on the black waters of the underground river. The roiling turmoil beneath the surface of the stream mirrored the pounding of his heart. Frothy whitecaps blossomed to the top, stirred by the passing of the long, sleek ships.
Varin flexed his arms, feeling the rock dig deeper into his back. A tang of pain slid down his spine, shooting a jolt of adrenaline and arousal into his veins. He waited patiently as the newcomers disembarked, mere pale shades of the humans they once were. The occasional scream or wailing sob reached his ears, filling his soul.
This was what he was meant to do. Serve the Prince of Darkness as his most trusted Guardian of the Underworld, oversee the arrival of souls and ensure none ever crossed in the other direction, through any means.
"That's the last of them, Master."
He shot a glance to his right, where a long, ghostly shadow rippled in the hot breeze. "How many?"
"Three hundred and nineteen."
"That's twice as many as yesterday," Varin said. "Baal will be pleased."
The souleater bowed low at its shapeless waist, materializing into a solid figure. "If you'll approve the delivery, we'll transfer the new souls into your care immediately."
Varin scanned the paperwork the shadow handed him. Etched in black on a pristine white surface, the names of those condemned to spend eternity in torment glistened on the form. The record was separated into two sections, and Varin's gaze immediately jumped to the bottom, where a dozen names stood apart from the others.
His grin broadened. "The list of Forgotten continues to grow. You've done well."
The apparition quivered with barely contained excitement. His dark eyes glowed red-hot for a moment, reflecting the unsettled waves of the river. "Do you think the Prince will reward me?"
Varin made a show of thinking about it. He'd served Baal for as long as he could remember. In all that time, the Prince of Darkness had never shown a shred of appreciation toward anyone. The Lord of the Underworld was quick to punish for the smallest infraction, but positive reinforcement wasn't part of his leadership philosophy.
"Perhaps." Varin glanced back at the names that had caught his attention. Forgotten souls belonged to humans captured before their time and hauled into Hell by force rather than by fate. Many had been destined for the Other place, but would now never see it.
For that reason, the Forgotten were among the most prized of prisoners. Unlike those who'd earned their stay in the Underworld, the Forgotten maintained their humanity after crossing over. They felt the sweet burn of every whiplash ten-fold. They could never die, and they would never escape the depths of Hell.
They were Varin's triumph. Before him, no other Guardian Overlord had ever been able to draw the souls of those who had not yet passed over to linger on the other side. But Varin had known it was possible. He'd trained the souleaters himself. It had taken a century of constant instruction and countless fruitless journeys into the mortal realm, but it had all been worth it.
Excitement stirred his blood, jolting his cock. Overseeing the soul transfer to the Underworld always left him eager to fuck.
After consulting the record one last time, Varin brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on the pad of his index finger. Blood so dark it was almost black sprung up to the surface. He pressed the glistening drop down on to the paper, where it sizzled slowly, imbuing the air with a scorched scent.
Restless and aroused, he tossed the clipboard back to the souleater. "Find a lesser Guardian to take possession."
He strolled away, following the edge of the river until it came to a sharp bend in the uneven trail. Ducking his head beneath a six-foot opening in a side cavern, he pressed his palm to the slick rock. At the contact, the barrier slid aside with a tumultuous rumble that made the ground quake beneath Varin's feet.
He stepped inside and waited while his eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Decorated in a dark mixture of deep violet, crimson and midnight black, the cavernous room allowed him all the space he needed to indulge his cravings. Trickling streams of lava dripped along the stone walls, the light casting a soft glow over the minimal furniture in his chamber.
"Welcome home, Master. We were starting to get restless."
Two succubae lounged in leather armchairs on either side of Varin's bed. Tall and slim, with long black hair, plump breasts with rosy nipples, and hairless cunts, they looked like mirror images of each other.
Anger lit a fiery trail through Varin's veins. "I've told you never to enter my chambers uninvited. And yet you insist on defying me at every opportunity."
The succubus on the left batted her eyelashes. "We keep hoping you'll change your mind about letting us entertain you." She trailed her fingertips over her breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple and roll it between thumb and forefinger. "We pleased you once, remember? We can please you again."
It had been years since he'd allowed either succubus to touch him. Despite their lithe, willing bodies and savage cravings, tonight, just like on countless other nights, Varin craved something -- someone -- else.
"Bring her," he commanded, barely tossing another glance in the succubae's direction. "Then leave us."
"Her again. You've been fucking her exclusively for far too long. I wonder how much longer Baal will continue to ignore your deviant behavior. It's not natural for a demon to prefer one of the Forgotten to those of his own kind."
The petulant tone in the succubus's voice didn't escape Varin. His hand went to his belt. He drew it out slowly, then slipped it through his fingertips and snapped it before letting it land on the black bedspread. He didn't have the inclination to punish her, even knowing she'd enjoy every slap of the leather against her perfectly shaped ass.
No, he wanted nothing to do with either succubus. There was only one woman who could relieve the pressure hardening his cock to painful proportions, and she didn't have a drop of demonic blood in her.
"Do it now," he ground out between gritted teeth, knowing he didn't have to repeat his original order.
The stone doorway shifted to allow the succubae to leave. Varin removed his loose silk pants, letting the hot air permeating his room ruffle the curls at his groin.
Though his back was turned, he knew the exact moment when Lillian arrived. He felt her, even before the sentient stone guarding his chamber slid aside to let her pass. Her scent, musky with a tinge of something floral, even after all this time in the Underworld, taunted him.
"You asked for me, M-master?"




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Shift Work 3: Double Shift by Hannah Beckham

Shift Work 3: Double Shift
by Hannah Beckham

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-178-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Shift Work
Length: Novella

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Trinity Staten has seen better days, hell, better years. Between keeping her men happy and avoiding a homicidal father, life has gotten pretty complicated. Newton Price, telepath and Trinity's hunka-licious lover, has been distant and keeping himself and his mind at arm's length, while Merlin Davitch, her other lover and genius best friend -- very hot in a geek chic kind of way -- is distracted by science. Not good, when Trinity needs them now more than ever.
Trinity is pregnant with the Triune, a child fathered by both her lovers, and the true heir of Caledon. An unexpected side effect of the pregnancy is her hormones are out of whack, and not the usual ones. The sex hormone she adapted from an Incubus demon bite has been secreting exponentially. The only cure -- fantastic sex. Without it, the levels are becoming toxic and deadly.
When Trinity is separated from her men, can their love bridge the distance to save her? And can Trinity get her growing powers under control enough to save herself when it counts?

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Another day, another house and Trinity Staten wished it were another time. She was tired of moving and always having to look over her shoulder. Afraid, constantly afraid, for Newton, Merlin, their unborn child. Absently her hands drifted over her slightly bulging tummy. If she'd been human, she'd be a blimp by now, but as an other she still had six months to go on a twelve-month pregnancy.
Trinity piled another blanket around her body, her lips shivering against the deep bone chill running through her body. She'd turned up the thermostat to ninety degrees and it still felt freezing in the house. Turning off the television, she hunkered deeper into the cushions of the couch. Newton Price and Merlin Davitch, her lovers, had both gone out. Merl, who held doctorates in chemical and molecular biology, had gone to meet with a fellow scientist about a stupid experiment he'd done on himself.
Trinity worried her lower lip. How dumb could a smart guy be? He'd managed to isolate some of Trinity's genetic material and inject it directly into his own stem cells. The results so far were completely unpredictable. Newton, on the other hand, had an appointment to be head shrunk. Therapy he needed for post traumatic stress over the kidnapping and torture that had occurred a little over two months ago.
Newton had survived the experience, but only barely. Trinity was afraid he'd never completely recover, at least not emotionally. Goose flesh raised tight bumps on her arms, and she rubbed them hard in an effort to warm herself. It was getting damned near ridiculous. The throbbing headache pounding against the temples of her skull didn't help matters.
For over a week now, it seemed like her body had been rebelling, with heartburn, having to pee all the time, and a wonky body temperature that made her feel either overly warm or cold. Pregnancy could explain most of it, but since she wasn't human, she only had the midwife's expertise in other reproduction to go by. She had an appointment in a couple of days and had a full list of questions to ask. Though it wouldn't seem like a good antidote, sex appeared to be the cure for most of what ailed her.
Merl had speculated it might have something to do with the incubus hormones coursing through her. She bet the midwife didn't have experience with that particular side effect.
For now, she'd just be happy if she didn't feel so goddamn cold. And her head, if it would just stop hammering. Her eyes felt hot and tired, such a contrast to the rest of her. This was the worst she'd ever felt. She needed to be touched, and unfortunately, she couldn't satisfy herself -- not for lack of trying.
A brush of warmth fluttered inside -- fleeting. Was it her men? Could she intuitively feel them, or was it wishful thinking? Could they sense the need in Trinity? Her fingers slipped between the folds of her slick pussy. It was the only warm part of her body. Or at least that's how it felt. Rubbing her forefinger over her swollen clit, Trinity vigorously massaged, trying without success, once again, to bring her body to some kind of release.
Her vision blurred as the headache worsened to the point where she thought her brain might start leaking from her ears. Where were they? Where were Newton and Merl? They were supposed to take care of Trinity, to love her. And even though they'd only been gone for a few hours, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.
Writhing on the couch, Trinity buried herself deeper. They were coming. She knew it. But why weren't they already there? "Newt? Merl?" A form of delirium settled in. "Where are you? You said you'd be here for me. You promised. You promised you wouldn't leave me..."

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Eve Aizawa 1: Eve of Seduction by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Eve Aizawa 1: Eve of Seduction
by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-208-1
Genre(s): Futuristic, Humor & Satire, The Fetish Club, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage
Series: Eve Aizawa
Length: Novella

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Meet Eve Aizawa.Soldier. Seductress. Super spy. Assassin. Gun for hire.And oh, did you know she's also a digital inmate?

When the rumor hits Central Command that an infamous terrorist named Adrian Black had murdered and impersonated a tycoon named Jean-Val Cédolin, they send Eve to confirm this suspicion. Centcom fears that if a man as dangerous as Black has control over Cedolin's unlimited funds, Black will start a revolution against the Imperial.

To Eve, this mission looks like a cakewalk. But she isn't prepared for how it unfolds when her hot partner, Raul Mason, burns with jealousy when the alpha tycoon tries to take Eve for himself. Just when she thinks she's in control of the situation, Mason and Cédolin collide in a final dangerous game of sex and power, with Eve trapped deliciously in between.

Double seduction is only the beginning.




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He took me hard like a savage beast.
My master's cock filled me so deep, I could feel him throbbing in my depths. His grip was tight, fingers and nails dug into my skin, pinning both my arms behind my back, forcing me to surrender to his ferocious thrusts. He grunted and slammed into me impossibly harder, gyrating his hips in such a way that he wasn't only branding me with his primal lust, but also scattering my mind to oblivion.
He fucked me as good as I remember.
"Eve," he called to me in a hoarse voice. "Relax. You're resisting me."
I couldn't relax. The pleasure was too intense. I felt tethered at the precipice of my climax. Naturally, my pussy squeezed his rampaging shaft tightly. An incoherent mumble escaped from me.
"Fuck." He released one of my arms and gave me a slap on my ass. "Relax, I said."
The spank stung me. A red, scorching fire burned my backside. I whimpered. The pain felt so good, a violent orgasm ambushed me.
He cursed again and gave me several cruel spanks while a mind-shattering pleasure consumed me. "Did I say you could come?" he barked. "Did I give you permission?"
I was a wreck as the waves of ecstasy gradually dissipated. "I'm sorry, Master Lehiyaar."
"That won't do." He sounded vexed. "I'm afraid I have to punish you, Eve."
A dark thrill crept into my very core. I knew he was never going to be easy on me, but I always anticipated his mastering with delight. I waited for his punishment, but it never came. Instead, the light around us flashed in blinding throbs, and the room's walls peeled off, rippled and decayed, oscillating like renegade pendulums. My master's grip weakened. I turned to him. He faded abruptly and his voice cut like the static of a broken machine.
A warning message from the Clarion's Central Artificial Intelligence flared into my left peripheral field. This session has been terminated. We are now commencing your transfer to the secure lounge facility.
"What the --"
Before I could complete my curse, the A.I. zapped me, fully clothed, into a windowless, chrome-walled room, and propped me up as if I were a schoolgirl ready for a morning lesson. A man dressed in a Special Forces uniform sat gingerly across from me, eyeing me with impatience.
I greeted him with a nasty curse.
"Nice to see you too, Miss Aizawa." He grinned from ear to ear. "Did I interrupt you or something?"
I told the gentleman to go fuck himself.
This man, Colonel Todd Sanderson, was my handler in the Clarion Holding Facility, a maximum-security prison where I served a three-hundred-year sentence for masterminding the biggest heist in Sigma-Ren history.
I was a good girl, gone bad.
When the CIB, the government intelligence agency that I'd served for the last three decades, royally screwed me because I was the perfect scapegoat for the scandal that threatened some bigwigs' jobs, I decided I wanted a big payback.
I robbed the Imperial Reserve Bank in Bataviv.
The heist would have been a success if my cohorts had done what they were supposed to do. I was caught and tried in absentia. They cryoed my body and hosted my mind in virtuality to make sure I'd stay put. After only a few weeks of confinement, the Viper, a branch of military intelligence corps in the Sigma-Ren Special Forces, approached and offered me a deal: they would let me go early if I agreed to do some work for them. Because of my talents and skills, the Viper commissioned me for work they didn't want to be associated with if the missions bombed later. I was now their ghost and executioner. A black contractor was what they called it.
Sanderson lifted an eyebrow from my sincere, heartwarming greetings. "My, my, are we fussy today?"
I scowled. "I only get one conjugal visit every month, and out of all of those free days, you just have to bug me today. You know, just because I'm an inmate, it doesn't mean you can zap me around whenever you like."
Sanderson didn't make any attempt to apologize. He never did. Being an officer in the Service, and also quite a hotshot in his division, Sanderson was a textbook example of what an insufferable asshole was all about.
"We would have notified you in advance, but I only received my orders just now. My superiors want your answer today."
My scowl deepened. I was pent-up because Sanderson had pulled me from a paid session with Master Lehiyaar. Since Lehiyaar was a popular escortier in the GridStreams -- the universal virtual world that connects the telecommunication systems among star systems and galaxies -- it had cost me a lot of money to book a session with him. His escort agency wouldn't give me a refund if a session was interrupted because of my unavailability.
Sanderson waved his hand, dismissing my gripe. "Relax, will you? Your new assignment will involve a lot of fucking. You'll get conjugal visits every day." He probably meant this as a joke, but being a stiff-ass like him, his attempt came out half-baked. He decided to get to the point when he saw I wasn't amused. "Have you heard of a man named Jean-Val Cédolin?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"He's one of the Fortune V's infiniters, owns half of the Birma system, and built his empire from luxurious pleasure resorts. One of them is Le Paradis. Have you heard about it?"
I shrugged lazily. "Maybe."
"Oh, indeed, you are familiar with Le Paradis, Miss Aizawa. In fact, you planned your heist in one of those hotel rooms. I'm surprised you couldn't recollect that particular memory quite well, considering how brilliant your scheme was."
Did I tell you Sanderson was an asshole? "Cut the crap and tell me what you want. I'm not in the mood for twenty questions."
Sanderson leaned back in his chair, looking unperturbed. He was used to my gripes. We'd never gotten along since the day he'd approached me with the gig as the Viper's black contractor. "We had a tip that Jean-Val Cédolin is actually Adrian Black. I'm sure you are familiar with that name by now."
My curiosity piqued when Sanderson mentioned him.
Adrian Black.
Who could forget him? He was the charismatic leader of the Black Monarch, a separatist group that opposed our sovereignty in the Birma system. Ten years ago, Black had decided to storm an opera house packed full of ambassadors, politicians and top military echelons in the middle of an ass-kissing party, and took them all hostage. He and his diehard followers demanded independence for their home planet from our government. I was in charge of the hostage negotiation at that time, and was able to convince Black to release the hostages if we granted some of his demands.
Our negotiation turned into a bloodbath when Adrian Black changed his mind and issued an order to decimate the hostages. After the cataclysmic firefight, only a few survivors were found alive. Black and a few of his little terrorist buddies got away. This tragedy had haunted me for quite a while. "I know Adrian Black. You don't need to fucking quiz me."
Sanderson twitched a smirk of victory. "We believe Adrian Black managed to kill the real Jean-Val Cédolin and downloaded his own neuras into Cédolin's body. We want you to verify this suspicion."
"And what if he did?"
"Simple. We would like you to find out what he did with Jean-Val Cédolin's neuras. Recover Cédolin if at all possible. Then we would like you to terminate Adrian Black. Organically and digitally."
"Hmm... no trial or anything?"
Sanderson cocked another smile. "We would like to keep this low profile."
"A clean kill, or are you leaving that to my creativity?"
"Since when do we ever ask you to do anything in violation of the Code of Conduct?"
"Touché." I tapped my fingers on the table. "What would I get for this?"
"We'll dock thirty years from your sentence."
"I want fifty."
"Thirty, Miss Aizawa. The Central Command authorizes me for thirty."
"Go ask them for fifty."
"May I remind you that you're not in a position to bargain? Take it or leave it."
Asshole. Asshole.
I glared at him. As a prisoner, I didn't have many grounds for leverage, especially when they held my beloved original body hostage. Each time Viper gave me an assignment, they downloaded my neuras into a blank, and released me from the virtual holding facility to do my job. I would have run and betrayed my contract if I didn't have a dirty secret of my own.
You see, the heist I'd masterminded wasn't a complete failure at all. Even though the prosecutors had recovered most of the money I'd stolen, I'd managed to send an outrageous amount of cash to some off-sovereignty banks. Moments before I got caught, I coded the accounts' verification keys into nanoenhancive flakes and injected them into my bloodstream. Without the account verification keys, no one would be able to claim the money. They knew that and scrutinized me, searching for the verification keys. So far, their efforts had been in vain.
The nanoenhancive flakes had practically disappeared into my body, and couldn't be found without a trigger code I'd programmed. The prosecutors tried coaxing a confession from me in very creative ways, but I wouldn't talk. I was the CIB's chief profiler before they sacked me. I had supervised and trained new agents to interrogate high profile cases, and invented radical new ways to make the most tight-lipped suspects sing like songbirds. So, yeah, good luck to them.
Sanderson flicked his wrist up and a datacube materialized from his palm. With a light wave, the datacube sailed toward me. "All of the information you need for this mission is in there. Peruse it at your earliest convenience."
I caught the datacube and stuck my hand in it to access its content. A massive number of files flew into my Brain Machine Interface, sputtering like fireworks among my digital neurons. "Do I get to choose my own blank this time?"
"Sorry, we can't do that." Sanderson let another triumphant smile appear. "Jean-Val Cédolin has very specific tastes in women. Since your mission will involve plenty of bedtime activities, we've chosen a special blank for you, tailored to attract Cédolin's interest. It cost us a fortune."
I wasn't too happy about this and, as usual, Sanderson didn't give a shit.

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Savage Possession by Moira Rogers

Savage Possession
by Moira Rogers

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-242-5
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Temple of Luna
Length: Novella

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As a novice in the Temple of Luna, Avani is training for the day she'll become a revered priestess, with the skills and magic needed to soothe the feral warriors fighting a brutal war against the world's remaining human colonies. Though forbidden contact with the warriors who have come to the temple for relief, Avani can't keep her distance from Rais, her uncle's protégé and one of the most dangerous fighters the wolves have ever known.

As the royal heir, Rais is destined to take a mate and ascend to the throne, but first he must complete his service as a warrior. The Savage Temple's priestesses offer him relief in the meantime, though there's one he's vowed never to touch. He remembers Avani as the innocent girl she was when they met, but the intervening years have made her a woman. A woman the wolf burns to claim...

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"You're overdue, Rais."
How his cousin managed to pack so much admonition into three words, he'd never know. "Not so terribly, Zahra."
"Three moons." Her white robes swished softly as she walked, a familiar sound in the Temple. "Almost four. Dangerous."
"I know danger, cousin." The far door of the hall opened, admitting the noises and scents of the bathing pools and lush flora in the courtyard. Rais kept his eyes closed and relished the gentle sounds. On the battlefield, nothing blocked out the violence and destruction, the bodies of dead men and wolves alike. Closing one's eyes might eclipse the blood and rent, burned flesh for a few moments, but it left behind either pained screams or dead silence to assault the senses.
Here, at least, peace reigned in the quiet.
Zahra's cuffs jingled as she laid a hand on his arm. "This could well be your last visit. Has your father spoken with you?"
"Yes." Rais gritted his teeth. "He feels my birthday feast would be even more festive if we were to celebrate my coronation as well."
"And is he wrong?" Zahra's bright green eyes glimmered with amusement. "You are nearing the end age, after all."
"End age, my ass." Not yet forty years old, and put out to graze like an elderly cow. "I have plenty of fighting years left in me."
"But your responsibilities are different now. Choose a mate, settle down, start a fami..." The humor in her gaze faded. "And rule, Rais. That is who you are."
"Perhaps." Even if it felt like abandoning the soldiers under his command. Rais changed the subject. "So who am I to see? Lilavati was pleasant."
"Mmm, and she spent a month after your last visit telling the other priestesses you were sure to mate her when the time came to choose your queen."
"Damn." She hadn't been that pleasant. "Not her, then."
"Siobhan?"
Rais called to mind the short, curvy redhead and decided she would do nicely. Before he could answer, the door opened behind them and soft footsteps crossed the floor. It had to be a priestess -- he could hear her robes, for one thing, but more telling was the call of her magic. Unlike his own clan's; unlike it enough to awaken the sleeping beast with a flare of lust.
His cock stirred, and he scrubbed his hands over his face with a groan. "Just get me anyone. And hurry."
The woman behind them cleared her throat. "Zahra, they need you in the infirmary. There was an accident with one of the generators. No one's dead, but at least three workers were injured."
He had a voice now to go with the magic. "Avani." He turned and almost stumbled. She'd been a child the last time he'd visited her uncle's home, no more than sixteen. Now, she was beautiful, fully grown into her lithe limbs and strong features.
And she was nervous. Her gaze touched on his and jerked away, and Rais crossed his arms over his chest. "Do they need me?"
"Arrogant ass." Zahra waved a hand at him as she hurried toward the door. "Avani can help you."
Avani smiled, slow and shy but with a bit of the teasing edge he remembered. "Rais. If you'd like, I could find a room for you to wait in. I'm afraid you're going to find yourself stalked by most of my fellow novices if you don't get out of sight. They've been gossiping all morning."
The edge in her smile coupled with her magic made him even harder, and he tried not to look grumpy. "Let me guess. They all aspire to be my mate."
Her full lips pursed, as if she was trying to hold back a smile. "Of course. Who wouldn't want to sit at your feet and bask in your glory?"
Rais didn't bother to hide his own grin. "Only you, Avani." He offered her his arm and ignored the rush of heat that overtook him. Having her wasn't an option. Even if she'd finished with her training, she was off limits. "Walk with me. How is your uncle?"
"He's well. Enjoying some time with his grandchildren now. My cousins have been quite prolific." Magic brushed over him as she settled her hand around his arm, a softly submissive power that was gentle and eager all at the same time.
Every dominant instinct in him suddenly took far more notice of her. "And what of you? Waiting for a soldier of your own to return from war?"
She lifted her free arm with a put-upon sigh. "You didn't notice? I'm a novice. Still."
He studied the gold bands on her sleeves with a raised eyebrow. "You must be nearly twenty-one by now, Avani. What's holding you back?"
Her cheeks flushed as she studied the floor. "I'm twenty-three. But twenty-two is the average age. Some women just need time to grow into their power."
Or they didn't belong in the Temple, wearing Luna's robes. "You've not had your first warrior, then." He shouldn't have been so pleased by the realization.
"I've had my training," she retorted, a hint of challenge in that soft voice. "I know how to gentle a warrior."
"Not one like me." Rais was shocked to hear the challenge returned in his own words.
She stopped in front of a door and turned, tilting her head back until her gaze met his. "Even a prince is just a man in the dark. Or do royalty have exotic tastes?"
He backed her against the door in a surge of sudden, instinctive movement. "A lesson unlearned, novice. Warriors aren't men, especially not in the dark."

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