Thursday, December 31, 2009

Savage Lessons by Moira Rogers

Savage Lessons
by Moira Rogers
cover art by Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-355-2

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, BDSM

Theme(s): Werewolves

Series: Temple of Luna

Length: Novella
Born into poverty and obscurity, Lexa worked harder than most to earn a place as a novice at the Savage Temple, where women trained in the art of pleasure heal the souls of battle-weary warriors. While others might be content to enjoy the luxury and prestige due a priestess of Luna, Lexa aspires to something greater -- the honor of wearing the silver robes and the security that comes with being one of their world's most powerful women. But first she must prove herself worthy by testing her strength against the Temple's most infamous trainer, a near-feral wolf whose job it is to educate women in the art of controlling a warrior through submission.
Dejan doesn't deal with novices. Time spent as a prisoner of the humans left his soul fractured and his beast far too close to the surface, making him dangerous but useful. When he accepts Lexa as his pupil he has no way of knowing the novice has the power to bring him to his knees. Their passion doesn't fade when she's promoted to the Temple's elite circle, but the rules allow no involvement between a trainer and priestess. Caught between ambition and need, it's only a matter of time before their forbidden affair threatens the lives they've fought to build.

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Lexa kept her stance relaxed and tried not to let her excitement and nerves show as she faced the Temple's high priestess. "I'm ready, Celine. Now. Today."

"So you say." Celine's fingers tapped an absent rhythm against the arm of her chair. "So your teachers say. You've worked hard."

She'd busted her ass. Most of the other acolytes came from privileged families, and had been guided since birth toward the service of Luna. Were it not for the patronage of the queen mother, Lexa wouldn't have made it through the door of the Temple. "I've tried my best because I wish, more than anything, to serve."

"As did I, when I was your age. But I also knew where I wanted to be in ten years, and twenty. Do you?"

Most priestesses were gone by thirty, advantageously married off to soldiers returning from the war. Lexa didn't plan on being one of them, but she also wasn't ready to bare her soul to Celine. "I haven't decided, but I am giving the matter no small amount of consideration."

Celine nodded. "You're strong, and so is your magic. Strong enough to give you a chance at silver robes someday."

The words soothed the desperate longing inside her. "Kweku said he has nothing more to teach me. I checked the files, and there's only one high-level trainer unoccupied at the moment." The one she'd wanted all along. The best.

"Dejan." The high priestess's expression was unreadable. "If you've been checking files, my dear, you know that Dejan rarely works with novices. In fact, I believe that's common knowledge throughout the Temple."

"I could convince him to make an exception."

"You're assuming he's the one you'd have to convince."

Of course he was. Celine's expression was skeptical, but... "We wouldn't be having this conversation if you weren't considering it, and you wouldn't be considering it if it wasn't the best step for me."

Silence stretched out between them, broken only by the soft click of Celine's nails against the arm of her chair as she resumed her slow tapping. After several tense seconds, she smiled. "Looking at you is like looking into the past. In the ten years since I became high priestess, Lexa, not one other girl with your fire has passed through these halls." "I would say you flatter me, Celine, but that didn't sound like a compliment." Curious, she smiled and tilted her head. "I remind you of yourself?"

"Very much so." Celine gestured to her opulent surroundings. "There are worse lives to live. I serve my Goddess and my King. I receive the respect and deference of men and women born to privilege I couldn't have imagined as a child. Is this what you aspire to?"

It was tempting, seductive, and beyond comprehension. "Even the life of an acolyte has been more luxurious than anything I'd experienced before coming to the Temple, Celine. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want respect and security."

"I didn't rise this far by being born into wealth or gently reared. But think hard about where you want to be before you take this step. Respect is already yours as a novice of the Temple. And security can be found as easily in the arms of a man who loves you. Dejan teaches only the best of the best, the women who aren't interested in a comfortable life as a warrior's mate."

Lexa had seen the sort of fleeting security one found in a man's arms. She'd watched her mother flit from warrior to warrior, with no thought of tomorrow, much less forever. "I want him for my teacher. I wouldn't let you down."

The high priestess nodded, but Lexa couldn't tell if the look in the older woman's dark eyes was regret or satisfaction. "Then you'll have him tonight. And in the morning we'll discuss your future at the Temple."

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Feral Heat Collection by Lacey Savage

Feral Heat (Collection)

by Lacey Savage

cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-296-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves
Length: Collection

Think werewolves aren't real?

Tell that to the four women and one man who find themselves captive to the whims of the Zante pack's males. Fierce, mythical, and sexy-as-sin, these delightfully debauched wolves guide their lovers through a journey of seductive exploration. Whether newly discovered or rekindled, their relationships are as passionate as they are.

And the women can give as good as they take. From a fairy bent on revenge to a vixen determined to destroy the pack, they'll all discover that getting caught is its own reward.

Wild and dangerous, menacing and exciting, otherworldly and naughty to the last...

The men of the Zante pack will make a believer out of you.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Firecrackers: Chemistry to Burn, Feral Magnetism, Feral Bachelorism, Feral Hedonism, and Feral Voyeurism. This collection is also available in print.

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Eve chuckled in her ear. "See anything interesting?"

"Men. Lots and lots of men." In fact, Angelina had never seen so many good- looking men gathered in one place. All skin colors, body types and nationalities mingled with one another in front of rides with names like "The Big One," "One Eyed Monster," and "Long and Lean."

"I guess it's true what they say," Eve offered in a playful tone. "If they're not taken, all the good ones are definitely gay."

"Suddenly, I'm starting to think that's not such a bad thing." Only inches away, two of the most delicious men Angelina had ever seen engaged in a passionate kiss. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to sweep and come together in a dance that lit Angelina's already flustered libido on fire.

"It's been too long since anyone's kissed me like that." Her voice held a hint of melancholy she tried to mask without much success.

"Griffin was a fool."

Angelina had trouble disagreeing with Eve when she had a point. Yet, she couldn't help the way her gut twisted at her friend's words. "He wasn't all bad."

Reluctant though she may have been to admit it, Angelina couldn't hide the fact that she still cared for him, especially not from Eve. Seeing his smiling, arrogant face in the Sunday paper when the announcement for tonight's fireworks display made the news had brought back all kinds of memories she wished had remained buried.

"Sure he was," Eve argued. "How else do you explain the fact that he took everything? He's taking credit for your work, Angelina, even now."

"He had the most perfect ass," Angelina countered. "No man with such a hot ass could be all bad."

Eve laughed, shattering the tension that sizzled through their small communication device. "And a really big cock."


"What?" Eve asked innocently. "You bragged."

"Yeah, maybe once or --"

The rest of her words caught in her throat and disappeared on a sharp intake of breath. Standing outside the dark opening to a ride called "Blow Me Away," Griffin Taylor looked surprisingly comfortable in dark pressed pants and a soft white shirt that clung to his muscular shoulders like a second skin. Six-two, broad-chested, and built like a football player, Griff had never really blended in with the scientists and chemistry professors they'd hired to work for Incendiary Enterprises. Yet here, among a multitude of stunning men who mercilessly teased, fondled, and brought each other to the heights of flirtatious ecstasy, her former lover seemed to have found his niche.

Desire swept through her, quickly burrowing between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with recognition.

Griff looked up, his eyes scanning the crowd. Full, sensual lips pursed in concentration. Angelina's breathing stilled, though she knew there was no way he'd recognize her from that distance, especially in the biker outfit and the damnable beard.

"Eve," Angelina murmured, trying to keep her lips still as she spoke into the tiny microphone, "we're on."

Excerpt from Firecracker: Chemistry to Burn

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Plain Brown Wrapper (CHASE Collection) by Shelby Morgen

Plain Brown Wrapper (C.H.A.S.E. Collection)

by Shelby Morgen

cover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-306-4
Genre(s): Action/Adventure, The Fetish Club, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Dark Desire
Length: Collection

The wrong place. The wrong time. One wrong move could get her killed.

Candy Nelson: Candy has wandered into a nightmare -- a slave auction in Southeast Asia. Things like this don't happen -- not in the twenty-first century. She isn't supposed to be here. She needs to get out. Now. But from across the room, a man's eyes meet hers, and Candy knows she'll do whatever it takes...

Terry Bradford: Male Escort. Terry needs money, fast. So he answers an ad on the internet. Six thousand euros for a week's vacation in France, all expenses paid, entertaining Lady Elizabeth at her private villa. Sounds like the perfect plan, right? After all, it's just sex. Then he meets a woman in the airport -- a woman who will make him question everything he knows about what is means to be a man.

Richard Marten: Ani's stressed. She really needs to forget her asshole boss, Richard. (Candy's asshole ex-husband). She also needs to get laid. (The two dilemmas are soooo not related.) Crystal's got a membership at The Fetish Club. Two girlfriends. One bottle of tequila. And a charity auction... How bad can it get? Crystal wants Ani. Ani wants revenge. Richard has... the Victoria's Secret underwear?

Plain Brown Wrapper... Viewer Discretion Advised.

This collection contains the three previously released C.H.A.S.E. novellas, All I Want For Christmas, Plain Brown Wrapper, and Welcome to the Fetish Club.

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2:45 PM Friday, 17 December 2004

A dilapidated warehouse somewhere in Malaysia

The gavel hung in midair while the auctioneer waited. Nothing. At last the German turned away, his nostrils flaring in anger as he shook his head.

"Sold!" The gavel banged on the rickety wooden podium, echoing through the room. All other sound ceased. "To the lady in the white suit."

Candy finally remembered to breathe. The auction workers brought her purchase to her, and Candy handed over a stack of American dollars.

Now what?

She turned to face the incredible hunk standing before her.

Good Lord. What had she done?

1:15 PM Friday, 17 December 2004

Singapore Changi Airport

Candy ran for the cab pulling up in the loading area, but before she could flag the driver down, he was gone. "I hate Christmas!"

She dropped the handle of her rather unwieldy luggage cart. Predictably, it collapsed, raining suitcases across the sidewalk. She jammed the toe of her black leather pump into the nearest bag. Ouch. Shit. That was stupid.

Lord, she was tired. Airport security was so tight now it had taken her over an hour to get through customs.

She was going to be late.

Candy hated being late.

Goddamnit. She watched yet another taxi drive away. I shouldn't even be here. Any of the junior attorneys could have handled the job, but not even an all-expense-paid trip to Singapore could get anyone else to take an out-of-the-country assignment over the holidays.

Well, she would have been just as alone back in New York. No matter how you looked at it, the holidays sucked.

It wasn't just Christmas. Her birthday fell on December 25th. The worst part was her parents had wanted a Christmas baby. But now they were gone, and there was no one around who would even remember it was her birthday, let alone go out of their way to make the day special for her.

Time, as Richard would say, to move on.


The thought of Richard gave her enough energy to pick up her suitcases and search for a cab.

Funny how Richard and asshole just naturally went together.

She'd bet a hundred dollars it was Richard-the-asshole who'd screwed with her flight schedule. She should have landed last night, just before midnight. Instead she'd ended up on the later flight with a plane change at LAX. Twenty-nine nerve-wracking hours after taking off from BWI she was finally in Singapore. It wasn't even about the money, though he'd probably saved a grand on the tickets. No, it was about keeping her under his thumb.

Screw you, you sanctimonious bastard. I will not miss this auction, damn you.

A cab pulled up to disgorge a touristy looking couple overburdened with packages. "Taxi!" Candy screamed. Jerking hard on the handle of her luggage cart, she raced for the cab, waving madly at the driver. "Taxi!"

This driver actually came around to help her with her bags. Maybe her luck was changing. While the driver piled her luggage into the trunk, Candy poured herself into the back of the cab, ready to pass out. She'd dressed for winter in New York, not the warmth of Singapore. "The Mandarin Oriental, please."

"Shiok, lah?"

He didn't speak English? Well, that was just great. Lah she was pretty sure meant yes in Malay, but shiok she didn't have a clue about. She held out her confirmation email and pointed to the address.

"Lah," the driver agreed. At least she hoped he was agreeing to take her to the hotel. He wasn't her idea of a hot date. Once he got started, he chattered non-stop, waving his hand at various buildings as they wound their way across town. Blah, blah, blah, blah…

Candy closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. The light breeze brought the smell of the ocean in with it. The Mandarin Oriental, Singapore, sat right on the bay. She'd have breakfast tomorrow on her balcony, overlooking the Keppel Harbour, in an opulent and exclusive hotel, newly remodeled.

The Mandarin Oriental was one of the few luxuries she permitted herself. After all, it was... appropriate. It fit the corporate image. The concierge knew her by name. There would be stationery in the drawer with her name printed on it. Room service would have a double espresso sent up precisely at 7:00 AM, with the New York Times, delivered in English.

All that luxury came with a price, and Richard-the-asshole was picking up the tab. She reminded herself to order room service more often. Would serve him right if she'd brought along an "assistant" and charged the entire trip for two off to her expense account.

She would have, too, if she had an assistant. But that was his department. Bastard.

The driver pulled to a stop in front of the Mandarin Oriental. Candy gave him a twenty-dollar tip to wait while she checked in. She'd put that on her expense account too. It was Richard's fault she was late.

This was her time now. Visions of crisp silk and aging bisque brought a smile to her lips. She didn't bother to follow her bags up to the suite. They'd be unpacked by the time she returned. If the driver hauled ass and it wasn't too far away she could still make the most important part of the auction -- a dozen late 1800's vintage Bru Bebes, all from the same collection, all pristine, with their original boxes. Too bad she couldn't afford all of them, but even she didn't have that kind of money. At least not on her, in cash. Unless they went very, very reasonably, she'd be doing well to manage one...

The cabdriver shook his head adamantly when she showed him the Web page she'd printed out. "Sotong! No woman! No go! Terok! Ulu, kayu, lah?"

No woman? What the hell did that mean? The auction had started over twenty minutes ago. She didn't have time for this. She waved the printouts at him. "Auction," she explained. She pointed to the picture of a little girl holding an antique china doll. "Auction. Antique auction. This address."

The man shook his head. "No go. Terok, ulu. No woman. No go."

Sweat trickled down her shoulders in an irritating and unbecoming fashion. Candy searched her phrase book impatiently. "Auction," she attempted in Malay. Assuming he spoke Malay. "Where I come from women go to auctions all the time. Alone." She tapped the face of her watch. "I'm late." She held out two more Singapore twenties.

Finally the man snatched the money from her hands, still muttering in a curious mix of Malaysian and broken English as he turned the key in the ignition. Candy smiled smugly as the cab lurched forward with a cough and a sputter.

After all, it was Brasden-Marten's expense account. She was here on company business. The American fifties stowed in her purse were her own, to be spent however she wished, and he couldn't say a thing. Not any more. Her "ridiculous hobby" was an asset he despised too much to even bother to get appraised.


She tried to focus on the joy of the hunt, the impending victory. Maybe if she closed her eyes, just for a moment while the cab took her across town... Maybe a tiny, short little power nap and she'd regain her equilibrium. Maybe...

Excerpt from All I Want For Christmas

Friday, December 25, 2009

Jingle All the Way Collection by Judy Mays

Jingle All The Way (Collection)

by Judy Mays

cover art by Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-231-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Length: Collection

Oh, Jingle balls, jingle balls,

Jingle all the way.

Oh what fun it is to watch

Santa strip away.

What do you do with a two-hundred-pound stripping Santa who's freezing his jingle balls off? Warm him up and drop him into your hot tub, what else? Then make very sure he's completely thawed out...

Two nights before Christmas, Ruth's new neighbors pay Ruth a little visit, giving her a Christmas she'll never forget. Granted, vampires and werewolves aren't all that interested in Christmas. But they certainly know how to appreciate a pretty woman -- especially one who's feisty enough to stand up to both of them!

The pastry shop, Jingle Buns, which Daniella owns with her friends in Chicago, is a great success. But her heart's been broken often enough she's sure she'll spend her life alone. Her friends, however, refuse to give up. The German tourist, Maximilian Arnalt, will be perfect for Daniella. After all, everybody knows many Germans like kinky sex. The one thing they don't know is that Maximilian's a vampire.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Jingle Balls, Jingle Bites, and Jingle Buns.


Thursday, December 24, 2009

Vampiropolis Collection by Selena Illyria

Vampiropolis (Collection)

by Selena Illyria

cover art by Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-298-2
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires
Length: Collection

Welcome to Vampiropolis, where visitors take a break to brush up against the things that go bump in the night.

Nevada comes to Vampiropolis looking for fun and relaxation and gets more than she bargained for in the form of sexy vampire Lucian Sandros. When her trip comes to end does that mean the passion they found has to stop?

When Xavier Hideo drops back into Lida Sandros' life, he brings danger with him. Will he leave her again just as they find the love that Lida thought was lost?

Magda had to make a choice between her obligations and her love for Renato. Years later their worlds collide and she's faced with yet another choice between family, and the man she loves.

Vamp City -- where anything can happen... after dark!

This collection contains the previously released novellas in the Vampiropolis series: A Fling in Vampiropolis, Discovering Passion, Party Favors, and Renato's Dragon.

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The pub buzzed with life. Activity was everywhere in the bar, and this was where Nevada wanted to be. Taking a seat at the bar, she waited for the bartender to notice her. In awe of just how many bottles were stacked on the wall, she couldn't help but wonder how they got to the topmost. There was so much about vampires she didn't know. Did they really float, or was that a myth? Did they need to drink blood all the time or only once in a while?

"What will it be, miss?"

Startled, she looked up to find the kind-faced bartender looking her over. She blushed at his scrutiny. "I'll try the Silver Kiss, please."

He grinned. "One Silver Kiss coming up for the beautiful lady."

"Thank you."

"No thanks required."

She turned around to look over the pub. There were people playing pool and darts, standing around tables drinking or eating.

"Here you go, Blood Kiss, one Silver Kiss."

"Blood Kiss?" She took a sip of the clear drink in a martini glass and her eyes widened and her taste buds exploded. She could taste sweetness, fruit and something salty, and the afterburn of the alcohol was nice.

"That's what we call normals here -- Blood Kiss. It's an endearment."

"Oh." She blushed again.

"How's your drink?"

"Delicious! This is really, really good."

"A Silver Stake Pub specialty."

She slowly savored her drink and once she was done, she ordered another one, much to the bartender's amusement. "You can call me Shawn by the way, Blood Kiss."

"Okay, Shawn."

"And you can put all her drinks on my bill."

She shivered. Her nipples hardened as a man's voice cascaded over her body. She turned to the source of the sexy voice and her jaw dropped.

Standing right next to her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was tall -- had to be at least 6' 9" -- with long ash blond hair in a braid down his back. She could see earrings with a variety of feathers and hoops along his ear. His lips were sensuous and full, and he showed off a row of bright white teeth. He reached over and brushed back a strand of her hair. "I'm Lucian Sandros."

He had pale, hooded ice green eyes, and she noticed he had a faint tan. How did he tan? He was a vampire, right? He leaned forward and she inhaled the scent of pine.

"I like the sun just like anyone else."

His breath tickled her ear and she shivered. "You read my mind." She cursed herself for sounding so breathless.

"Are you asking or telling me I read your mind? And yes, if you're asking."

She jerked back. "Don't do that. Get out of my head."

"Nevada, interesting name."

"I said, get out of my head."

"Sorry, I just wanted to know your name."

"You could have asked." She turned back toward the bar, picked up her drink and took a sip.

He leaned forward, brushing back her hair over her shoulder, whispering in her ear again. "Would you have told me if I asked?"

"Maybe." She tried to ignore the way his nearness was making her crazy. Her stomach tightened, her panties were soaked, and her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. Her body had never reacted this way.

"So where is your boyfriend this fine evening? Why would he let a beauty like you out on your own?"

"I don't need a man to escort me anywhere."

"So, you're single."

"I never said that."

"You don't have to say it."

"And why don't I have to say that?" She turned her head to find him only a breath away from her face. She jerked her head back but he leaned forward and kissed her.

Excerpt from A Fling in Vampiropolis

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Wolf Hunt 3: Galactic Wolf by Marie Treanor

Wolf Hunt 3: Galactic Wolf

by Marie Treanor

cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-278-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella

As the Earth wolves are freed and the truth revealed, the Gardenians panic and bring forward their invasion. They send a fleet of star ships, led by the troublesome young Senator Cereza.

Cereza, mindful of her career as well as her duty, takes her responsibilities seriously. But she lets herself be distracted for long enough to capture the mysterious space pirate Captain who's been terrorizing Gardenians on the frontier for months.

Yuri doesn't even know his own name when he first meets her, but from the beginning, she confuses his instinctive mission to eliminate Gardenians. Taking her hostage to ensure the safety of his crew is necessary. Educating her in what he's learned of Earth's situation seems sensible. Seducing her isn't part of his plan, not when his wolf is liable to tear her apart. But their lust is powerful and has consequences that go far beyond their own emotions. The fate of two peoples is balanced in their hands.

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"Commander Krysant of patrol ship three-one-seven," Azale announced.

Cereza blinked. "That was quick."

"I used your name and rank to good effect," Azale said wryly. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, of course. If we've got them all, let's resume course."

As Azale departed, she indicated the seat on the opposite side of her desk. "Please, sit. Are you hurt at all?"

"Only in my professional pride, letting my ship be seized by trickery," snarled Krysant, easing himself into the chair. His eyes and hair had a soft pinkish tinge that contrasted almost alarmingly with his craggy, angry face.

"What happened? Who did it?"

"The captain!"

"Captain who?"

"How the..." Krysant started to fume before forcing himself with obvious difficulty to calm down. He contented himself with a glare. "You don't know what's been going on out here, do you?"

"Not exactly. It's not my area of responsibility."

Krysant frowned. "Then you haven't come to nail the bastard?"

"Sorry. We have a larger mission than one space pirate. But I will report the incident to all the relevant authorities on Gardenia..."

Krysant snorted. "Hope you've better luck than I did. Does nobody on Gardenia know about this guy?"

"I'm sure the appropriate authorities do," she soothed. "But no, it's not general knowledge. You'd better tell me."

Krysant sighed, drumming his fingers on the desk as he reported in words he'd clearly used before. "He sprang to life here from nowhere just a few months ago. Alien ship, not as fast as ours but nimbler, very precise weapons-targeting. He recruited a few frontier scumbags on the shady side of the law to crew it, and began attacking every vessel he passed. Boards them all, personally. Some he lets go -- which contributes to his hero status -- others are seized, plundered --"

"He has hero status?" Cereza interrupted. "How come?"

"Because he steals so sodding much! He pays his crew, repairs his ship and gives the rest to the scaff and raff of the frontier planets. As a result, they hide him and his crew, deny all knowledge of their whereabouts. Meanwhile the captain goes on seizing Gardenian ships --"

"He only seizes Gardenian ships?" Cereza interrupted again.

"No, but it's largely the Gardenians he sticks in the local prisons. The ones he doesn't kill, that is."

Cereza closed her mouth. "He's killed Gardenians?"

"Several. Some who've survived say he's a wild animal. I can see why. It all contributes to the legend." He snorted.

The commander's anger began to seem very understandable, because it went well beyond his own humiliating experience. "And you've heard nothing from Gardenia? No support in dealing with this?"

"Not a hoot."

"Madness! Your communications can't be getting through!"

"They're through." Krysant stared at her with barely concealed insolence. "Sitting under some senator's silver cup."

Her frown deepened, because she couldn't dispute his belief with any conviction. Inefficiency was rife in Gardenian government -- officials dealt only with the matters which would bring them wealth or glory. Frontier space pirates were less interesting than the possible assimilation of a new planet.

And Earth was certainly more important in the bigger picture for overcrowded Gardenia. But leaving her compatriots to die was not just callous in Cereza's mind, it was impossible.

She stood abruptly. "I want everything you have on this pirate. Presumably he's not stupid enough to attack a military convoy of this size, so we'll have to lay ourselves out as bait. I want you to liaise with Commander Azale."

Krysant stumbled to his feet, staring at her with mingled hope and suspicion in his tired eyes.

"You're going to get him?"

"Yes," said Cereza with conviction. "I'm going to get him."

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Naughty Nights: Devoured by Kate Hill


On a diplomatic mission to the planet Shandra, ambassador Passion is abducted by thieves. She is rescued by two rugged warriors, Timber and Red, who claim that she owes them a sacred debt for saving her life. If she refuses to mate with them, the Shand will consider it an insult to their people.
In spite of her anger about a forced marriage, Red and Timber are sexy enough to make Passion live up to her name. Sacrificing herself for her planet might not be as bad as she thought.

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"Sit and rest for a moment," Timber said, guiding her to a tree stump. She perched on it and a soldier brought Timber the key code which he used to release her chains.

Passion rubbed her wrists and Timber lightly massaged her ankles.

"I'm all right," she said and stood. "Thanks again."

Timber turned his back to her to give an order to a soldier and Passion gasped. "Lord, what happened to your back? I didn't see you get cut during the fight."

"I didn't. Those marks are part of a ceremony," Timber explained, straining to see over his shoulder.

"The fight reopened the cuts," Boldeye said. "You're bleeding." His second-in-command approached with a first aid kit.

"I can help him," Passion said, taking the kit from Boldeye. "It's the least I can do."

"That's fine with me," Timber said. Boldeye shrugged and walked away.

Why wouldn't it be fine with Timber? He stared at the woman like he wanted to devour her then and there. It was as if he'd never seen tits before. Though Red had to admit she had a damn fine pair. He watched her snap on protective gloves from the first aid kit. Next she sprayed Timber's back with antiseptic and used a sponge to blot away the blood.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked.

"Of course not."

She turned to retrieve another sponge and her gorgeous breasts swept over Timber. Red swallowed with some difficulty, his mouth dry.

"That must have been some important ceremony for you to accept these cuts," she continued. "But Shand warriors are among the toughest in the known universe, right?"

Red's brow furrowed and he glanced over his shoulder at his stinging back. The injures from the flogger caused far worse damage than the decorative cuts from the leadership ceremony. He wondered if he wasn't already bandaged if he could convince this pretty human to play medic on him.

Red scowled. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't need any involvements with women, no matter how minor. Though he couldn't help thinking it would be nice to fuck this alien beauty. No strings, of course.

The man Red had been tending grunted with pain and he focused his full attention on the soldier's wounded arm. He sprayed the injury with an antiseptic pain killing spray.

When he finished, he rose and nearly crashed into Passion who stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "You nearly killed me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me? You mean I saved your life."

"By almost breaking my ribs and knocking me unconscious?"

Was she serious? "Lady, if I hadn't pushed you out of the way, you'd have had a lasar blast in your face."

She stared at him, then shook her head. "You have a point. I suppose I owe you thanks too."

"You owe us the Sacred Debt," Timber stated.

Red glanced sharply at his brother. He didn't seriously intend to hold this alien female to the Sacred Debt?

"I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with that."

"We rescued you. By tradition an unwed female is bound to pay the Sacred Debt by mating with the one who saved her. In this case, both my brother and I --"

Red waved him off. "Don't speak for me."

"You don't want her?"

Red's gaze swept Passion, who glanced from one man to the other with a look of shock on her lovely face. Her dark eyes widened, her lips parted and her full breasts rose and fell with each exaggerated breath.

No. He didn't need a woman in his life. He'd been hurt once, and refused to endure that humiliation again. Like his teacher, he would never marry, but live for his art alone. He vowed that no woman would get close enough to his heart to manipulate him again.

"Mate with you?" Passion demanded.

Red smiled. He'd heard about the stubborn, obnoxious nature of human females. If his brother expected her to drop to her knees and suck his cock like an indebted Shand woman, he was in for a rude awakening.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Holiday Howlz: Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone

Holiday Howlz: Satisfaction Guaranteed
by Kira Stone

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-373-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Rookery Cove
Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash


Curiosity about a seemingly defective tube of lube compels Thomas to call Rookery Cove Aphrodisiac's Help Line. Ambrose, a Changeling, is eager to help Thomas with his problem, especially when it turns out the man is a hunk... and not entirely what he seems.


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“Thank you for calling Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs’ Help Line. My name is Ambrose. How may I assist you?”

The masculine voice was smooth, cultured and ultra confident that he could handle any question that might come up. Which only made Thomas feel more silly. "Uh... Hi."

"Hello, sir. How can I be of service?"

Given that liquid sex voice, Thomas could come up with more than one answer to that question. "I... uh... am calling about one of your tubes of lube."

"Oh, very good, sir. Our lubrication line is among our most popular products. A little dab goes a long way, so it's a great bargain too."

"No need to give me the sales pitch. I already have the stuff. My question is..."


Thomas drew a deep breath and blurted out, "How do I open the damn tube?"

"Yes, that can be a bit tricky, sir, but I believe if you just turn the cap clockwise, it should come free quite easily."

"You think I haven't tried that?" Thomas did not take kindly to being patronized. "I twisted to the left. I twisted to the right. I even used one of those rubber things on it. Nothing."

Amusement trickled over the connection. "You tried to use a condom to open up the lube?"

"Oh, forget it!" Blushing from a combination of embarrassment and frustration, Thomas punched the end button on his cell phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. He glared at the shiny gold tube on the sheets beside him. A red ribbon was wrapped around it. The card dangling from it read, "To Thomas, have a little fun on me." There was another line scratched below it, but it had somehow gotten smeared and Thomas wasn't able to read it. He recognized the handwriting of what he could read well enough. It matched that on the goodbye letter Bane had left for him on the kitchen table.

Less than a month before Christmas, and Bane had walked out on him. Okay, okay, so things hadn't been exactly sunny between them, but Thomas had hoped that the holidays would turn things around. But between the letter, which gave no explanation for Bane's abrupt departure from his life and home, and this joke of a gift, Thomas was ready to give up on men entirely.


Thomas eyed the cell phone.


He wasn't going to pick it up. No one he knew would be calling this late.


He glanced at the screen. Number was restricted. Maybe Bane was trying to reach him, to apologize, to explain...


Thomas grabbed the phone and answered shortly, "Yes?"

"Thank you for answering, sir. It seems our first call was cut short. I wanted to be sure that I had adequately answered your question."

Someone should bottle this guy's voice and use it as an aphrodisiac. Though Thomas believed his horniness had fled for the night, just a few softly spoken words from this guy and his cock was on the rise. "I'm fine, thank you."

Thomas ended the call quickly, before any more of that sensual tone could sink into his system. However, he had not even set it down before it began to trill again. Another glance at the screen showed the same "restricted" warning. "Bloody hell." He stabbed the send button and said, "What do you want?"

"Your satisfaction. At Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs, customer satisfaction is one hundred percent guaranteed and to be honest, sir, you don't sound all that satisfied."

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Holiday Howlz: An Orgasm for Christmas by Marteeka Karland

Holiday Howlz: An Orgasm for Christmas
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-362-0
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

Rose has the winter blues. For three Christmases she's been the consummate wallflower at the Magical Forest Christmas Festival and she wanted so badly for this one to be different.
She's about to give up and leave in disappointment yet again when she spots Father Christmas. Marching herself over to him, she plops down in his lap.
"And what is your Christmas wish this year, my dear?" His rich, deep voice inspires trust, but she'd have asked for her wish no matter what.
"I want the biggest screaming orgasm the Magical Forest has ever seen."

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As the last song ended, Gaelen raised his hands for silence. "It's time," he announced, "for all children to go to bed."

A collective, "Awwww, man!" went up from the little ones around the assembly. Rose couldn't help but smile. She remembered not wanting to leave all the fun.

"Now, now," the king chuckled. "Off to bed. You know Santa won't deliver your presents unless you're sleeping. Besides, if you're naughty tonight..." He let his last statement trail off, leaving them to ponder the consequences. It was enough to send children scampering away and to make adults smile or even laugh. Parents waved good-bye to the single and childless partygoers as they followed excited young ones home.

Rose sighed. She had just decided to turn in herself when she noticed Santa leaning against a tree, looking directly at her. Curious, Rose wondered who he was. This was a new Santa. Strange she hadn't noticed before, but this definitely wasn't the same Father Christmas of previous years.

This one was taller, bigger. His hair was long and platinum blond, not the snowy white it should have been, and he hadn't yet grown a beard.

When he beckoned her to him, she went without hesitation. A new Santa happened only once in a lifetime. There was usually a celebration just after All Hallows Eve to welcome a new Santa and his wife into their duties. Apparently not this year.

"You're new." It was obvious, and not her usual snappy self, but she had to say something. For some reason, her stomach quivered and sweat dampened her body. Her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth, and she had to swallow a couple of times.

He only smiled and sat down in the big, plush chair near the tree. Rose remembered the children gathering around the huge thing earlier. It may have been a large chair to anyone else, but it fit this man perfectly. His big body filled the space comfortably.

When he had situated himself, he spread his arms out to Rose in welcome. "Come. Sit with me." His deep, baritone voice rumbled through her insides, sending erotic vibrations straight to her clit. "Tell me what you want for Christmas."

Rose thought briefly about her answer, but lying to Santa didn't seem to be in her best interests. Besides, one look in his eyes -- one spine-tingling, pussy-clenching look -- and there was no way she was telling him anything other than the truth.

"I want an orgasm for Christmas." She couldn't help the dreamy grin she knew had split her face. Several wonderfully erotic images popped into her head. All of them starring the sexy Santa.

His naughty grin melted her insides and made her wings quiver. This elf was definitely a Santa of a different variety.

"Only one orgasm?"

"You knew what I was going to ask for, didn't you?"

He chuckled, and the hand he had around her back stroked her wings slowly and sensually. "I'm Santa. I know everything. Didn't you know that?"

"I don't see anyone else over here. Your reputation definitely doesn't precede you. Perhaps you don't know as much as you think."

He laughed then, a great belly laugh that made Rose laugh too. "Oh my, Rose! You are truly a special faery. Only you would have the audacity to bring Santa down to size on Christmas Eve."

"Well." Rose squirmed, but he held her fast. "I only meant you could most definitely have any woman -- or man -- in the forest tonight. If you really did know everything, you'd know that I've apparently contracted a fatal, disfiguring disease because no one is getting near me tonight."

Again, he laughed. This time he had to wipe tears from his eyes, but he kept a solid grip on Rose so she was unable to slip from his lap and kick him in the shins. Despite her annoyance, his laughter was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile, though she tried valiantly not to.

"Did it ever occur to you I might be the tiniest bit territorial, Rose? Perhaps I warned everyone off. Perhaps I knew what I wanted and had no intention of letting you have fun without me."

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Holiday Howlz: Tails N Scales by Tuesday Richards (Paranormal, Humor and Satire, Hot Flashes, Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Tails N Scales

by Tuesday Richards
cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-367-5

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash


Going on vacation during the holidays is stressful enough, but spending Christmas with your girlfriend's family -- whom you've never met -- could have a person committed.

Bryce has a surprise planned for Dolly, but wanting to keep tradition, he must leave Barkus, Kansas, and head to New Orleans to meet Dolly's family. Will Bryce survive the trip?

Dolly is nervous, and rightfully so. She's taking her cute and cuddly boyfriend to meet her family of gator shifters. Can she keep her boyfriend from falling prey to her carnivorous family?

What's a prairie dawg to do when a family of gator shifters asks him to dinner?


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Midnight flew down the highway as if she was brand new and off the assembly line. When, in fact, she was a fully restored -- twice -- 1965 chopped-out panhead Harley Davidson, black metallic paint and chrome... well, everything else. Dolly, being motorcycle stupid, usually just smiled when Bryce and BD were jabbering on about it.

A small Prairie Dawg... err... dog... sat -- or bounced excitedly -- around in her backpack. BD had shifted and came along for the ride because somebody needed to take Midnight back to Barkus, Kansas.

Arriving at the airport, Bryce parked, BD jumped out of Dolly's backpack faster than a joey finally free of its mother's pouch, and all she wanted to do was pick the bugs out of her teeth. Will I ever get used to riding this thing? She opened the saddlebag and removed her purse and the animal carrier.

Bryce unstrapped the suitcase from the back of the bike, letting it bounce off the pavement.

BD pulled his clothes out of Dolly's bag after he shifted back to human and dressed quickly. "All right, kids, I'm outta here. Try not to behave." He was on the bike, peeling out the tires before either Bryce or Dolly could say anything.

Strong hands slid around Dolly's waist and drew her into a rock-solid chest. "So tell me again why I'm the one going into the cargo hold of the plane in a Pet Taxi."

She sighed, laying her head against his shoulder. "We've been through this, Bryce. One, they're not going to allow an alligator into the cargo hold. They'd be afraid I would eat the other pets. Two, we couldn't afford two tickets, and three, it was your idea to begin with." She kissed his stubbled chin, pushing away from him. "Now, suck it up, big man, and get in the carrier."

Bryce shifted without further argument. She scooped him up and placed him gently inside the carrier, closing the lid before he could think about escaping. Meeting her parents, traveling at Christmas, and in a pet carrier to boot, would drive any man to run for the hills and hide till New Year's Day. Dolly folded his clothes neatly, placing them in her backpack, and pulled it over her shoulders, picked up the carrier and began the walk to the ticket counter.

The woman behind the counter stared at the furry critter in the carrier and smiled. "At least you're not going to the West Coast. I heard those states would confiscate a wild animal, have them spayed or neutered and then send them to a rescue facility without ever telling the owner."

Bryce chirped nervously from the carrier, moving as far to the back as he could go.

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Majesty Mysteries: Silver Spider-- Coming in December


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Holiday Howlz: Cry for the Moon by Marie Treanor (Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Cry for the Moon

by Marie Treanor
cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-357-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash


A lonely woman spends Christmas by herself in the country cottage she once shared with her beloved husband, a soldier who disappeared without trace two years ago. She has finally accepted that he's dead and is even contemplating suicide.

On Christmas Eve, a knock on the door heralds the arrival of a homeless man in ragged clothes who bears a staggering resemblance to her husband. However, he doesn't know who he is, or what has led him to the cottage. Recklessly, she lets him stay the night, but begins to suspect she may have made a terrible mistake when, in the midst of unexpected passion, a wolf flees howling from her bed.


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A loud knock shattered her dream. Whisky sloshed over her hand as she jumped. Who the hell could that be? Whoever it was, Ruth hated them for interrupting her dream. It had almost felt real.

Standing, she dashed her hand across her wet face. Shit, when had she started to cry? As the knock came again, loud and impatient, she walked unsteadily to the door, wiping her eyes on her sleeve as she went.

She was a woman, alone, in an isolated cottage at night. But she ignored the danger. She'd been beyond caring for some time. In any case, it must be Jane or Charlie in the midst of some emergency.

She flung open the door. "What is it?"

She found a tall man leaning one arm across the door frame, staring at her. In the contrast of the lit cottage with the darkness outside, she couldn't make him out properly, but he seemed to be large and ragged and unshaven. And by some unkind trick, he managed to look like her husband.

Her throat dried up. Shock and grief kept her frozen. Had she fallen asleep in front of the fire and was dreaming? After all, she'd had dreams like this before, where he came back... Only he hadn't looked so... rough.

He moved, pushing his head forward into the light and she saw that of course it wasn't Jared. This man had blank, wild eyes, not the thoughtful, intelligent, often cynically amused ones of her husband. And he was too thin, too unshaven. Jared had never had stubble growing all over his neck like that...

The man took a step nearer her, and instinctively, although she wasn't frightened, she took one back. She blinked. In the glow of light from the cottage, his neck no longer looked so hairy, though he clearly hadn't shaved for some time. Unsure, she lifted her gaze back to his.

He stared at her, a frown etched between his thick brows. Or were they really so thick? Perhaps they were just untidy. But his eyes... her mind was playing tricks, for his eyes seemed to be exactly the same shade of bright, piercing blue as Jared's.

He said, "Who are you?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dream to end, because it didn't seem right to let the stranger have Jared's voice, even if distorted with some hoarse, gravelly element it had never possessed in real life, only to deny any knowledge of her.

"I'm Ruth. Who are you?"

Not Jared. Even in a dream, not Jared. Life sucked. "I don't know."

She opened her eyes. "You don't know your name? Or you're having some philosophical identity crisis?"

A faint, a very faint smile tugged at his lips. That was like Jared, and it twisted her heart. "Both."

Dream or not, she decided to go with it. "All right, let's try something easier. What do you want?"

The frown deepened. "I don't know that either. I thought..." He trailed off, gave a quick, half-apologetic shrug. His gaze darted behind her, then upward and around the cottage before coming back to her face. "I thought you might be able to tell me."

Monday, December 14, 2009

Holiday Howlz: His Guardian Angel by Kate Hill (Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: His Guardian Angel

by Kate Hill
cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-333-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash


After a weird artist tattoos a werewolf on her arm, Angel gets lost in a snowstorm and stops at a remote house to ask for directions. She has no idea the house is owned by a once famous singer who disappeared from the public eye five years ago.

The last thing Gannon wants is a guest, especially not during the holiday season when he's reminded of his forced separation from the human race. He doesn't expect the explosive attraction between him and Angel, but how can he, a man cursed to be a shapeshifter, resist a woman with a werewolf tattooed on her arm?

Angel is the only one who can tame his beast, giving him the greatest Christmas gift of his life.


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"I thought getting a tattoo is supposed to hurt," Angel said.

The artist, a dark-skinned woman with white teeth and hair like a cavewoman, grinned and asked, "Doesn't it?"

"It hasn't so far."

Of course Angel did have a little buzz. She'd just come from a neighbor's Christmas party at her apartment house across the street, where she'd had too much eggnog. The party had been just another night of watching happy couples grope each other and ask if Angel had met anyone special yet.

She'd spent most of the evening sitting in the kitchen instead of joining the rest of the party. Alone with her eggnog, she'd thought about what her life was missing. It had been a couple of years since her breakup with Brad. Not that she missed him. They'd grown so far apart that she'd been glad when the relationship ended.

Lately she'd considered trying to find someone new. Nothing serious, just someone who wanted to enjoy a few evenings out and maybe indulge in occasional no-strings sex. Then she recalled that it had started that way with Brad and had quickly turned into a smothering relationship, with everything going his way. Even now when she thought about their time together, she still felt like she'd just made parole. That put a damper on the idea of dating again.

After finishing her eggnog and saying good night to her neighbors, she had walked outside for some fresh air. Her gaze had riveted to the purple lights on the sign from the new tattoo studio across the street.

It was rumored that the artist who owned the place incorporated magic into her work. Angel didn't believe a word of it, but she'd always wanted a tattoo. She'd just never had the nerve to get one. Well tonight, was the night. Three times on the way across the street she'd nearly changed her mind, but when she'd stepped into the purple room, empty except for a counter and the many designs on the walls, a strange feeling had come over her. Though part of her wanted to run, something compelled her to stay.

Now she sat while the artist worked on her right arm. Angel hadn't been sure what she wanted, except that it should be everything she wasn't, yet wished to be. Wild. Passionate. Rebellious.

The artist said she knew exactly what to do.

"Don't look until it's finished," the artist said when Angel tried to steal a peek.

"It's my arm," Angel muttered, still too tipsy to think clearly. Her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. Was it possible for her to fall asleep?

Before drifting off, she thought she heard the artist whisper, "Don't worry, Angel. The pain will come later."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

PROMO Adult Excerpt: Dragon Lord's Mate by Cynthia Sax

Dragon Lord's Mate

by Cynthia Sax
cover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-365-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Length: Novella


There comes a time when even princesses have to give up their dream men.

Every night in her dreams, Princess Taja experiments sexually with a dragon lord. She knows he isn’t real. Her fantasy man is pressing her for a commitment, something she can’t and won’t give. She needs a flesh and blood man to safeguard her kingdom, not a man her lonely heart conjured up. When the line between dream and reality blurs, will Princess Taja find love?


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Taja woke feeling relaxed. Perhaps her father was right. Perhaps it was time for her to wed. But the thought of touching any other man didn't appeal to her. She trusted her dream man. She rose, ruthlessly twisting her long brown hair into a tight braid. She believed in his attraction to her, that he saw her as a woman, not a warrior.

Taja tugged up her breeches. It would be over a week before she could wear them again; her cousin Sabine had made her promise not to don them while her suitors were here.

Her suitors -- she pulled the tunic over her head -- they weren't really her suitors. They didn't know her. They came courting for her connections, because she was her father's spare: second in line to rule the kingdom after her brother, the heir.

Taja grabbed her crossbow and quiver, slipping out the bedroom door and down the stairs, her movements silent. That she was the spare, along with her impressive dowry, might be enough to convince a man to marry her, but would he look at her?

Her dream man looked at her. And more. Her nipples puckered and her pussy became moist at the thought. But that was why he was her dream man. He wasn't real.

Taja was realistic. She knew what she was: a warrior. She knew that she had none of the softer skills required of a wife. The only sewing she did was of wounds. The only fire she tended was lit to the heads of her arrows.

"The Schattenhaft perimeter, my lady?" Tortoise held her horse for her. No one knew why the elderly stable hand was called Tortoise, but that was the only name he used.

"Aye." She mounted in one fluid motion. "We cannot be too safe." There had been rumbles of the Ubel Kingdom building an army.

"I s'pose that border is as safe as any." Tortoise slapped her horse's hindquarters.

It was the safest of their borders, and the reason, she suspected, she was given responsibility for it. Not that Taja could pass that border. Entering Schattenhaft was forbidden to everyone in the Kingdom of Erbin, even their princess. No one bothered Schattenhaft, and Schattenhaft bothered no one. Those were the rules.
* * *
The Lord of Schattenhaft raised the invitation to his nose and breathed in. Her tantalizing scent hung onto the parchment. For months, he had looked for her, certain she was in the North Country, where his ancestors had come from, only to find she was next door.

So close. He smiled.

"My lord." Vafi, his number one man, put down his fork, his forehead wrinkled in concern. It was the smile, Grun knew. He didn't smile often, not having a reason to.

He would have reason to smile soon. He fanned himself with the invitation, and waves of her scent filled the room.

"Tomorrow, we set forth for Erbin." His men looked up from their morning meal. "Pasco, you and five others will go with me. Bring my tournament gear. Vafi, you are in charge. In my absence, we are on high alert." It was standard procedure. Although he would monitor his territory from Erbin, he needed someone trustworthy close by.

"Erbin," his young squire squeaked. "We are at war with Erbin, my lord?"

"No war. We go to Erbin for a tournament and a ball." Grun grinned at the stunned faces. "Tomorrow, I meet my bride. Nay." His nose twitched, his senses on overload. He stood up. She was in his territory. His territory. He fought the change threatening to overcome him, since getting out of the banquet hall in dragon form was hellishly difficult. "Today I meet my bride. Tomorrow I court her."

"It is daylight, my lord." Vafi warned, hurrying behind him.

It was risky. Grun preferred to fly at night, but not going to her wasn't an option. His beast had found its mate. It wouldn't wait. Scales crept over his skin, his physique growing in size. He roared as his beast gained control.