EXCERPT: Lust at Sea-- Disappear by Cameo Brown

Lust at Sea: Disappear
by Cameo Brown
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-899-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Lust at Sea
Length: Novella

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Cameo Brown

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*****

“We need a permanent crew, perhaps some security officers first,” Seshi offered, pushing herself up on one elbow and nodding toward the black, slimy demon climbing over the railing above their heads.
Widnek followed her gaze and grimaced. “Pierre!” he summoned his first mate.
A tall, attractive man appeared from a wisp of mist, his blue uniform neatly pressed and his dark brown curly hair perfectly coiffed. He grabbed the demon by the throat, preparing to throw it overboard. It gave a hideous yowl and Pierre stopped.
“Oh, Widnek, not Pierre!” Seshi lamented. “He’ll never do for security. He can never decide whether to dispatch the threats or fuck them. Besides, you know what happens when he hears loud noises close by…” she finished, a hint of a smile making her sweet eyes crinkle.
Widnek had to agree. Indeed, Pierre’s face now held a look of longing as he examined the growling, seething creature, and the tent in his pants signaled the demon had awakened some kind of urge in the Frenchman.
Widnek chuckled. While Pierre may have been blessed with otherworldly gifts, the extent of which remained a mystery to Widnek, he still, at his very core, was human, and that human core was all male. To put it bluntly, Pierre would fuck anything that moved.
Widnek rolled away from Seshi and stood next to Pierre.
“Drop it, Pierre!” he commanded, catching the squirming demon just as the startled Pierre collapsed into a pile of bones.
Widnek tossed the screeching monster, a minion of Malia’s no doubt, over the side of the ship. A small splash turned into a hiss and a crackle, and a stream of black smoke told Widnek the salty water had dissolved the demon. He turned his attention to Pierre, whose eyeballs, now rolling around in his fleshless skull, held a look of fear.
“Mon Cap-ee-tan,” Pierre began, his voice contrite, but Widnek interrupted him.
“No worries, my friend, you have other skills we’ll use. For now, get yourself together and go to the bridge to prepare for our maiden voyage.”
“Oui, Cap-ee-tan!” the skull’s jaws responded as a bony hand formed and gave a smart salute. The pile of bones rattled against the wood, shuffling down the deck until Pierre disappeared into a wisp of mist.
Widnek shook his head and turned to Seshi, who now laughed openly. If anything, Widnek knew when he had been bested.
“Any ideas, my lady?” he asked with a bow.
Seshi batted her eyelashes at him, and he noted her stiff nipples pointed in his direction. His cock stiffened in kind.
“What do I get if I’m right, husband?”
“Whatever you want, wife, as ever.”
Seshi motioned for him to sit beside her. Straddling his lap, she pushed him back until he lay flat against the deck. She positioned herself over him and moved his hard length inside her, sliding down and letting him fill her completely. Widnek gasped, the velvety grip on his cock almost too much to bear.
Seshi closed her eyes and slid leisurely up and down, sending sparks through him and bringing every part of him to life. “We have a couple of passengers on this voyage who’d make a fine security team,” she said, straining with the effort to maintain her focus.
Widnek reached up and massaged the sensitive flesh at the sides of her round breasts. Seshi inhaled sharply and continued, speaking faster as if the first inklings of her climax tickled her insides.
“One is a shape-shifting warlock trapped in the dream dimension by Colonia, Malia’s step-sister, and the other is a warrior-witch, a descendant of Gudrun, but she has denied her heritage and never took her training.”
With no control left, Widnek thrust himself upward, pushing his engorged cock deep inside Seshi as she rocked against his hips. It took only seconds before she came with a scream, and Widnek let himself go just after.
Their passion fed yet again, Seshi slid to Widnek’s side and yawned. Widnek couldn’t blame her. It had been a long day, and four orgasms usually required a little nap at some point.
The Wind dried the sweat on their bodies and carried the scent of their lovemaking out to sea, where it must have tickled Malia’s nose and aggravated her even more.
The ship lurched as Widnek wrapped himself around his woman. He worried not, for as amorous as Pierre could be, he was one of the finest sailors on the ocean of time in equal measure, and a fantastic third-in-command. He could hold them on course through the worst of storms.
Something did nag at Widnek, though.
“Wife,” he said, nibbling Seshi’s ear.
“Yes, love?” she murmured, cuddling into his embrace and pressing her shapely ass against him.
“The two you’ve chosen to lead our security team -- don’t you think there might be a problem with their… situations?” he said, careful to not let his burgeoning doubt show.
A tiny laugh escaped Seshi. “No, their situations are of no consequence at all, Widnek,” she reassured him, her voice light and convincing. “As you know, true passion can resolve anything.”
Widnek relaxed. He knew Seshi was always right. However, just as he was about to doze, she spoke again, and this time, her words left him anything but relaxed.
“The only problem is that one of them has to die.”

EXCERPT: Big, Blooming & Wild! Daria's Dilemma by Eve Vaughn

Big, Blooming & Wild! Daria's Dilemma
by Eve Vaughncover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-996-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, BBW, Big, Blooming, & Wild!
Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author
Length: Novella
All rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Eve Vaughn

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*****

“Do you mind if I join you?” a deep voice reverberated over the sound of the music.
Daria glanced over to see a gentleman standing by her booth. He was so tall in fact she needed to tilt her head backward in order to look directly into his eyes. Wow, he was a big one. He reminded her of a tree, broad and stoic. If she were guessing, he had to be at least six feet six inches give or take a few. Her gaze roamed his face, from his wide forehead and slender hawk-like nose to his square jaw and the dimple in the center of his chin. She couldn’t quite make out the color of his eyes, but they were heavily lashed.
Wavy chestnut hair framed his face falling just below his jaw line. Individually there was nothing spectacular about his features, but together they formed one of the most arresting faces and the plumpest pair of lips she’d ever seen.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her mouth moved, trying to form words, but it was as if her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Instead of speaking, she nodded.
Tall, broad and handsome’s eyes crinkled at the sides and his full lips curved into a smile. With a grace she wouldn’t have attributed to a man his size he slid into the chair opposite hers in one fluid motion. “Thank you. I’ve been working up the nerve to come over here all night.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Surely he was teasing her. Despite her size, she knew she was attractive, but it wasn’t often she was hit on when she was out with her friends. Maybe that was it. He’d seen her enter the club with Carmen and Regina and thought he’d get into their good graces by playing up to her. It wouldn’t be the first time. But for some reason, this time around that idea didn’t sit well with her. In fact she found the thought downright depressing.
“Oh?” Taking a sip of her drink she attempted to play things cool. She couldn’t let him know he’d gotten under her skin.
His smile widened to reveal even white teeth. “Yes. I noticed you the minute you walked in and I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to approach you. I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward. My name is Ethan. Ethan Granger, and yours?” He extended his long arm across the table to offer his hand.
Her glass nearly slipped from her nerveless fingers. Maybe she was imagining things but he genuinely sounded as if he really wanted to talk to her. Not Carmen or Regina. She ran her tongue over her lips and placed her drink on the table before touching her palm to his. “Daria.”
The minute they touched, his fingers engulfed hers and what she meant to be a simple handshake turned into so much more. A jolt of electricity shot through her body and she immediately snatched her hand out of his grasp. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, wondering if he’d felt it too.
His smile faltered briefly, but he gave no indication that he’d gotten anything out of their physical contact. “That’s a beautiful name. Daria,” he whispered as though to test it on his tongue. “I like that. It suits you. So tell me, why aren’t you out there dancing with your friends?”
Feeling shy all of a sudden, she raised one shoulder in a shrug. “I guess I’m not really in a dancing mood.” It was far too embarrassing to admit the real reason why. It’s not like she needed a man to partner her when she got on the dance floor. She often had the most fun simply dancing with her girlfriends, but it was no fun being shouldered out of the way when Carmen and Regina’s admirers surrounded them.
“That’s too bad, because I was hoping you’d dance with me, but if you’d rather sit and talk, that’s okay with me. How about I get you another drink?”
Was this guy for real? Where had he been all night? Looking at Ethan, Daria decided the last thing she wanted was to just talk. Maybe the night wouldn’t be such a total loss after all. “Actually, I would love to dance.”
Again he flashed his perfect smile. He should be in toothpaste commercials with a mug like that. Ethan helped Daria out of her seat, gently grasping her elbow before leading her to the edge of the dance floor. Goosebumps worked their way up her spine as she tingled all over from his nearness. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone so large.
Their bodies swayed together to the rhythm of the smooth jazz pumping through the sound system. Ethan grasped Daria by the hips and pulled her against him. She gasped at the contact. The jolt she’d felt earlier coursed through her entire being. Something was happening here she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped her arms around Ethan and molded her body against his.
No words were needed as their bodies moved in sync with each other. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Ethan stared at her with such intensity a shiver went down her spine. He stared at her as if they were the only two people in the room. For the first time she noticed the color of his eyes. At first she thought they were brown, but when the light hit them she could tell they were green, a deep rich moss color, ringed with gold. Daria had never seen anyone with that particular shade before.
With their bodies pressed so close together, she could feel his rock hard form: every muscle and sinew in his tall lean frame. Her pussy dampened and a warmth starting in the pit of her stomach spread along every single nerve ending in her body. Never had she felt such an instant attraction to anyone before and Daria found it frightening and exciting.
Ethan pulled her closer still, his corded arms holding her tight. Someone fierce and possessive lurked within the depths of his eyes. And Daria was woman enough to recognize he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

EXCERPT: Heat Stroke: Night Heat by Kassie Burns

It's midsummer's eve and a sexy vampire is on the prowl ....

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Jalie left the rundown inn where she was staying just as the blazing sun sank into the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The innkeeper had begged her not to venture out. It was Midsummer's Eve, the end of the longest day, the start of the shortest night. According to a thousand-year-old legend, a vampire awoke on this night and stalked the sea shore in the humid summer heat.The land known centuries ago as Europe was ancient and covered with ruins. The best of humanity had fled to new worlds among the stars. Those left behind lived like peasants, grubbing a living from the weary earth. On this night they huddled behind the safety of locked doors, gripping their charms against evil.Jalie had seen many bizarre things on her journeys among the worlds, some strange enough to make her hope the vampire might be real. After all, her immortal existence was unique. The doctors had decided she was a mutation, a genetic freak. They'd wanted to study her, perhaps dissect her, but she'd fled and spent centuries hiding from the hunters they sent after her -- until the loneliness, the constant loss of all she loved, became too much to bear. Now she was a hunter herself, an immortal in search of death.Was the legend that had brought her to this village a tall tale to amuse a tourist from another world, or the truth? Soon enough she'd know. When she reached the beach, she kicked off her sandals and strode barefoot across the white sand. A huge moon hung above the sea, pale as bleached bones. Stars gleamed in a velvet black sky.She stood for a long time gazing out at the ocean, watching the waves come hissing in with the tide, throwing their sea-foamed crests at the sand. A cool breeze molded her long cotton skirt to her legs and dried the sweat that glistened on her skin. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of her halter top, aching with the need that tormented her.When she turned back toward the land, a shock ran through her, sharp as a blade. A shadow in the shape of a man stood between her and the path back to the village. With legs spread wide and arms folded across his chest, he watched her, motionless, as if he'd risen up out of the sand.Jalie bit back her cry of surprise. A drop of sweat gathered at the nape of her neck and slid down her spine. Was it possible the legend was true?

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