Thursday, April 30, 2009

New Release - Jada's Rabit Habit Now Available!

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Jada Danforth has a little bit of a problem. The hotel heiress has a craving for rabbit dishes. But those pesky animal rights activists have found out what she's been up to, and they still aren't letting that silly little fur coat incident from last year go. Now all the studs on the boyfriend circuit are avoiding her like she's last year's iPhone. She's not getting laid and that's a problem.
While out comfort shopping, she runs across Madame Periwinkle's Erotic Delights. The owner has just the thing for this spoiled princess -- a new type of rabbit, guaranteed to take care of her sensual needs. It even has its own customer service number. How neat!All is well until her new toy malfunctions. She's amazed when her service call is answered in less than an hour by a very hot repairman. And man is he good with his hands.
Yet Aidan Richards isn't what he seems. Can Aidan afford to trust his secrets to a woman whose every step is haunted by the media? Can she dare to hope for a man who can see beyond the heiress and the tabloids to find the woman she really is?
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Monday, April 27, 2009

Office of Kink and Karma Collection by Celia Kyle

Office of Kink & Karma (Collection)
by Celia Kyle
Cover art by Celia Kyle
ISBN: 978-1-60521-212-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, BBW
Length: Collection

In a world where Normals and Extraordinaries are constantly at odds, Eric D'Amore is plagued with the ability to sense soul mates. A talent he puts to work on the case files of the Office of Kink and Karma...
Josh Martin doesn't care what the Council wants, he's not about to let them turn him into some boy toy. Until he's called to the Office of Kink and Karma, where he sees Emily's picture. Now he can't wait to get his thoughts -- and his hands -- on her. What's a Normal gal to do when she meets an Extraordinary who can arouse her with the touch of his mind? Enjoy his every thought, of course.
Theo and Jackson are partners in love and life, but both of them feel something's missing. It takes an order from the Office of Kink and Karma for them to admit their desire for a woman in their lives. And not just any woman -- Lara Kinley. Together they set out to seduce and capture Lara for their own.

Margaret Thompson is a prim and proper librarian by day and Dominatrix by night. Though she brings pain and pleasure to others, she can't seem to find "the one" for herself. When she orders a man from Triple E, Extreme Extraordinary Escorts, the last thing she expects is a hunk like Nathan Wells. Nathan hates working as an escort. And what does he know about BDSM? Nothing. But once he meets Margaret, he's more than willing to learn...

After playing matchmaker and setting up three couples, Eric D'Amore is ready to retire. To add to his stress, his used-to-be love and plaything, Melani, has shown up pregnant. To top it off, the office assistant he hired turns out to be a woman. Can things possibly get any worse?

Of course. It's the Office of Kink and Karma. Case closed.

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Melani sucked as she moaned around his shaft. He could feel her voice's vibrations through his body. The sound skittered across nerve endings as his orgasm slid down his spine and settled in his lower back. Any second now, he'd burst. His balls were drawing up tight against his body. His breathing came in heavy pants.
Her finger sizzled along the skin behind his balls and circled the opening of his ass. Fuck! This wasn't something she normally did, but it pushed him over the edge. His seed erupted from the head of his cock and he stared in awe as Melani didn't release him. She swallowed every drop of his come as his orgasm ripped through his body. His muscles tightened and tensed, hips jerking forward as she sucked and milked every drop of come from his body with her talented mouth.
Melani licked his shaft clean before releasing him with a soft pop. Standing, she drew her bra straps into place.
What was she doing? Being an equal opportunity using bastard meant he could still return the favor, even if he had just come like a freight train. "Melani?" he queried, giving her a confused look.
Stepping on tiptoes, she brushed a kiss across his mouth before stepping back. "I'm not your Melissa, Eric. It's time we both accept you don't hold any real feelings for me and move on. You don't love me and I love your money." She smiled, unapologetic.
He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Somehow, the scene always played out differently in his mind. He'd break up with the wounded, heart-broken Melani after a farewell fuck. Not the other way around.
Because Melani was right. She wasn't Melissa and Eric didn't believe anyone could replace her. Melissa had been his soul mate and now... He didn't have a heart or love to share with anyone any longer. Melissa had taken it with her the day she died. "So, I can't tempt you..."
"No, Eric. I'm off to find someone who will love me, just as you should."
"We've talked about this, Lani..."
"I know, I know. But you deserve to be happy, Eric."
"I make others happy, Melani. It's enough."
Melani turned on her heel and stomped away, snagging her dress off the couch as she walked. This was a conversation they'd had repeatedly and it looked like they'd be having it again. Waving her hand at him, she began her tirade. "You use your powers to pair people up. What makes you think you of all people can --"
"Lani, if I can fuck you with my mind, what makes you think I can't read people's auras and sense their soul mate is nearby? If I wandered around with you day and night, I'm sure I'd find the one person meant for you. It's just a matter of time."
"Really?" Her eyebrows raised and he could practically hear the gears turning in her mind.
"Yes, really."
"I still don't understand why you do it all for free."
Now, he truly saw the intelligence behind ending their relationship. Money had always been and always would be at the forefront of Melani's mind. "Because it is a gift, remember? I've had it since the moment of my birth and I won't charge people to make them happy. It's not happening."
Since nothing else was going to happen between the two of them, Eric pulled his pants up. When she slid her dress on and presented her back, they fell into their usual roles; he, the millionaire bachelor fighting to give the world love, and she, the greedy, yet sometimes lovely, gold digger.
Her hand reached up and squeezed his as it rested on her shoulder. "It was good while it lasted, huh, Eric?" "Yeah, Lani." Pressing a kiss to the top of her hand, he released her and watched Melani walk out of his life.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

She's the One by Riley Ashford

She's the One
by Riley Ashford
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-205-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves
Series: By the Numbers
Length: Novella

Assassin Cass Rogers has a single mission: kill Queen Isolde's cousin to prevent his claim to her throne. She tracks Kirk Raynard to his crappy mansion on the outskirts of a Midwestern town, and she finds him happily ensconced with his werewolf lover, Jaron, and their mate: a pregnant human named Leann.
Even though Cass isn't a fan of the antiquated vampire court or its crazy queen, the payment for her services will be immortal life. Better to live as a bloodsucker than to die at twenty-six, all because her stupid human heart is giving out on her.
Erick and Tarn are warriors sent by their pack's Tribunal to take out Jaron and the woman carrying his abomination. Erick and Tarn are also lovers, both looking for the female mate who will breed with them and keep their warrior lines going.
Cass attacks them as they try to enter the vampire's lair, and she nearly kicks both their asses. They realize they've found a worthy candidate -- if she's willing to become werewolf. When Cass suggests they work together to complete the assignment, they agree on one condition: Share a night in their bed...and survive it.

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Cass Rogers peered through the thick branches of the pine tree that hid her presence. She was twenty feet up clinging to the trunk, her feet lightly resting on a limb not quite as thick as her arm. Below her was the dilapidated old mansion that belonged to Kirk Raynard.
In the whole house, only two rooms showed evidence of occupation -- upstairs on the right, the master suite with its elaborate, leaf-strewn balcony, and downstairs on the left, the smaller space once used as a parlor. Given the fragrant smoke rising from the chimneys and the flickering colors that painted the windows, it was safe to say the only sources of heat and light were the wood-burning fireplaces.
Sheesh. You'd think a vampire could pay his electric bill. And hello? Summer was not the time for cozy fires in hearths.
The wind kicked up, the first volley from the threatening storm. The branches rattled and the top of the tree swayed. Cass readjusted her grip, inhaling the sharp sting of pine. Here in this Midwestern cesspit, August meant it was unbearably hot and humid. Sweat popped out on her forehead and dribbled down her temples. Usually she wore a jacket to hide her Walther PPK snug in its shoulder holster, but she couldn't add another layer to her long-sleeved knit shirt, jeans, and boots -- all black. Her knives were hidden in their usual spots.
The unseasonable clothing, including the gloves, was necessary for her concealment. Her skin was too pale, more a result of her declining health than lack of sunshine. Though she didn't particularly enjoy daylight activities.
Good thing, too.
Cass continued to study the mansion for what seemed like the fiftieth time in two days. Without electricity or any obvious security system, getting into the house would be easy. Especially if she entered through the broken attic window. It was small, but even though she was tall, she was slender. She'd fit through, so long as she held her breath and sucked in her stomach.
No, the house wasn't a prob.
The werewolves were.
She'd counted three, not including the one already in the house with Kirk and the human woman. She hadn't seen the girl with her own eyes. The audio bug she'd placed on the bedroom window yesterday confirmed her presence. Cass's stomach clenched. She couldn't imagine being a bloodsucker's pet. A couple of the vampires lounging around Queen Isolde's sumptuous throne room had had humans sitting next to them like dogs on leashes. It made her sick, the way that asshole Carlos kept nibbling the neck of his female slave. She was naked, and pale from blood loss. And the look in her eyes…
Cass shuddered. She'd rather be dead.
The biggest werewolf she'd ever seen, though her paranormal education had only begun a month ago, padded through the open front door of the house. She saw shadows pass in the bottom floor window, so that wolfie was hanging out in there.
"Fuck," she muttered. She'd had bad odds before, but dealing with four werewolves, a vampire, and a potential mental case? And even if she managed to complete her objective and live, she still had to worry about whether or not the vampire queen would keep her word.
Queen Isolde was pissed off at her cousin for missing the annual tribute in June. Not only had he dissed her by not presenting a juicy human morsel, he'd screwed up her plans to assassinate him. He was the last link to the royal family, the only vampire with any real shot of icing the queen and getting away with it.
"And that's why I have to kill you, buddy." Her gaze flicked to the top floor. The French doors were closed. The frosted glass on the panes prevented her from a direct look into the room, though it didn't hide the dancing firelight. The audio bug confirmed all three were in there, the vampire, his werewolf lover, and the woman. And they were having fun.
It had been a while since she'd had that kind of fun.
Getting laid was the least of her worries right now. And besides, the human might be glamoured or too scared to protest the bedroom games. Though she giggled an awful lot. Not that Cass was opposed to a little bondage, a little forced seduction, or a little spanking.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Silk Bonds by Kate Hill

Silk Bonds
by Kate Hill
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-129-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial, Magic and Mayhem
Length: Novel

Recovering from an accident that almost killed her, Lourdes realizes she must reevaluate her life. She takes a job categorizing books in the vast private library of Alexi Marius, a wealthy, reclusive and sinfully gorgeous man.
Lourdes is soon seduced by her brooding employer. As she and Marius explore their sexual desires, she discovers he’s hiding a secret more dangerous and unbelievable than she ever imagined.

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Lourdes drove down the long dirt road toward the home where she had a job interview that afternoon. This was unlike any job she'd applied for in the past. She'd always worked around lots of people and had been lucky enough to secure a job she loved.
Secure. That was a laugh. She should have known nothing was secure.
Now she was not only out of a job, but her lifelong dream had been snatched away. Still, it was a dream she'd spent too long pursuing to the exclusion of everything else, including the safety of a creature she'd loved.
She'd taken the accident as a sign that it was time to reexamine her life. Yesterday she'd decided to take some time off before searching for a new job. She'd driven to the country and taken a room at a bed and breakfast. Last night she'd settled into bed to read the local paper and noticed an interesting ad in the help wanted section.
Someone was looking for a person to help organize a private library. While the pay wasn't fantastic, it was perfect to tide her over while she thought about where she wanted to go in life. Yes, after years of relentless physical work, a quiet, slow-paced job was exactly what she needed.
When she'd dialed the phone number from the ad that morning, a man named Alexi Marius had answered the call. He had the kind of voice that made her belly tighten -- deep, smooth, and cultured yet not condescending. He didn't sound old, but mature. He had a voice that screamed experience and wisdom, like a master in the old martial arts movies she'd grown up watching on Saturday afternoons.
Taking a turn onto a long gravel driveway, she noticed the trees had thinned. In the distance was a stone-faced mansion set on a steep hill overlooking rolling meadows.
"Wow," she murmured. "This is a helluva setup. I bet Alexi Marius is a rich old bugger."
Nearing the house, she longed to meet the face that belonged to the voice, yet at the same time she hoped he didn't turn out to be a nasty old recluse. When she'd asked the owner of the inn about him, the woman had looked almost frightened. Stern and private were the words she'd used to describe him.
Lourdes parked in the circular driveway. Up close, the house was huge, almost like a castle. There were even gargoyles on the roof, and two stone griffins stood on either side of the enormous double doors.
Lourdes slung her handbag over her shoulder, took her cane and stepped out of the car. She hated that cane and the annoying limp that served as a physical reminder of the worst experience of her life. Yet she'd progressed further than the doctors had predicted. According to them, she should still be wheelchair bound.
Making her way toward the house, she glanced at the rosebushes lining the cobblestone walk. The flowers were dark purple, blue and black. No red roses for Mr. Alexi Marius.
At the front door, she rang the bell and from inside came the echo of chimes -- a weird, old-fashioned sound like something out of a gothic horror movie. A moment later the door opened and Lourdes stared rather dumbly at the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
He was tall and lean with long black hair streaked with silver at his temples. Even with the cover of his priest-like black clothes, there was no mistaking his athletic build. In her career, Lourdes had seen lots of above-average looking men, but he was beyond that. Stunning was the word for him.
Though his face wasn't classically handsome, he had sharp features that looked as if they'd been sculpted from stone. His smooth, pale skin carried a hint of gold. His large, wickedly slanted blue eyes stared from beneath devilish black eyebrows. The look in those eyes made her shiver with arousal and apprehension. Though they didn't exactly frighten her -- it took a lot to scare Lourdes -- they made her feel a bit uneasy.
"Hello," she said, since he apparently had no intention of greeting her. "I have an appointment with Mr. Marius. Would you tell him Lourdes Alonso Flores is here to see him?"
"I'm Alexi Marius," he replied, taking her aback.
At first glance, he looked in his late twenties, but the fine lines around his piercing blue eyes as well as the jaded expression in them suggested an older man -- possibly mid to late forties. By no means did he look like the elderly gentlemen she'd expected.
"Please come in," he said, stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter the house.
She walked into the large foyer and glanced around. The walls and floor were of stone. The only furnishing was a table on top of which sat a crystal dragon with amethyst eyes. There were two doorways toward the left and a staircase to the right leading to the upper floors.
As he closed the front door, she couldn't keep her gaze from him. She'd always been a sucker for a guy with great legs and from what she could see in his well-fitting black pants, his were perfect. They were so long, lean and muscular. She loved the curve of his ass and the sleekness of his hips.
How the hell could she work for a guy like this? It would be pure sexual torture to look yet not touch.
Assuming she got the job, of course. Though she had a college education, Lourdes had always been the physical type. A guy looking to organize a library probably wanted to hire an intellectual. Still, she hoped to get the job. She wanted to try a different kind of life and this might be just the place to do that.
He turned to her and she realized she'd been staring rather impolitely.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No. It's just that I thought you'd be older."
A faint yet disturbing smile touched his lips. "I'm older than I look."

Friday, April 24, 2009

Tyger's Lilly by Marteeka Karland

Tygers' Lilly
by Marteeka Karland
Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-218-0
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Novella

Lilly is a Flower Faery in the Magical Forest. Her job is to coax the flowers and other fauna out of their winter sleep and into full spring bloom. She's made it her life's work to see healthier and more beautiful plants every year and nothing or no one will distract her. No matter how sexy. Or yummy. Oh, my!
Darren and Jayden Tyger are weretiger twins and have made it their personal mission to capture the heart of the hard-working, single-minded Flower Faery. The Tyger twins know the secret, one Lilly has overlooked. Because as powerful as she is, as much good as she's done for the Magical Forest, she's missed the most important element to her power.
Two feisty weretigers are about to show the Flower Faery that true and abiding love is the greatest magic of all.

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The brilliant morning sun shone delicately through the blanket of new spring foliage in the Magical Forest. Lilly yawned and stretched as one ray of light caressed her naked body. Her spongy moss bed was like a jealous lover, trying to find reasons for her to stay rather than have her flee to the arms of another.
Standing, she fluffed her teal and purple wings, preening as if she were really going to meet her lover. Instead, she jumped off the ground and fluttered slowly through the trees, leaving a faint trail of sparkling purple faery dust. There was a hot spring she loved to visit in the cool of the morning. If she hurried, she might have it all to herself before other forest creatures demanded she share.
Flying around the pool a couple of times, Lilly muttered a spell of seclusion. She just wanted to spend an hour or so in peace before beginning her work with the spring foliage. It was her job to see they were awakened from their winter long sleep. If the delicate vegetation weren't nudged gently, they would wake up cross and not bloom to their fullest. The results wouldn't be disastrous or anything, but she really didn't want to live with moody trees and flowers all summer. It was hard work, but she loved every second of it.
Finally alighting next to the steaming pool, she dipped her toes into the water to test it. She winced. It was a tad warm this morning, but it would still feel good. Without any other hesitations, she stepped into the shallow end and worked her way deeper and deeper until she was waist deep. Warmth seeped into her and her muscles relaxed from the previous day's work.
She sat on a natural ledge within the pool and rested her arms on the edge, out of the water. Lilly couldn't keep back the groan. She hadn't realized how stiff she was. Her muscles ached, and the hot water made them sting as they relaxed.
"What's a nice faery like you doing in a place like this?"
Lilly squealed and jumped. Her wings quivered with surprise, then anxiety. The husky, masculine voice belonged to one of the Tyger twins. Jayden. The only weretiger twins to have been born in the Magical Forest in ten generations. They were also a royal pain in her ass. They tormented her, teased her, and made her life miserable whenever they could. It had gotten so bad that she'd holed herself up all winter, not daring to go outside for fear of running into them. With spring here, she didn't really have much choice, but they usually left her alone during the Waking.
Where one twin was, the other wasn't far behind. Sure enough, on the opposite side of the pool from his brother was Darren. Both as naked as she was. Both model specimens of the male body. They were large and muscled, all those hunky veins lurking below the skin…
And they were stalking her. Hunting for prey.
"Boys, I'm a little busy at the moment." Lilly tried to recover, shrug their presence off, but her wings still shook slightly. It was like shivering. She couldn't control it. She rose slightly, acutely aware of her nakedness, to get her wings out of the water. Maybe if she pretended they didn't affect her they'd go away. "I don't have time to dally with the likes of you today."
"Not today, maybe." Darren's deep voice, sounding much like a purr, washed over her and set her wings to trembling again. "But the day will have an end."
"I won't have time for you tonight either," she snapped. "And how the hell did you get past my seclusion spells?" This was a horrible way to start out the day. The whole reason she rose early and took so much time preparing herself before waking the flowers was to wash away negative energy. These two, in only a few moments, had put her on edge and made her anxious beyond belief. This was going to be a disaster. She'd have cranky flowers all frigging summer.
Both men chuckled quietly. Jayden replied, "Suffice it to say we have friends in high places. I suppose when we get together is ultimately up to you." Jayden stepped into the pool, and Lilly's defenses slammed into high alert. He was getting ready to pounce. She just knew it. "But we've been instructed to --" He turned to his brother. "How did the king put it, Darren?"
"Entice her into a sexual escapade the likes of which would make even the Fae folk blush." They both turned to look at her, identical grins from ear to ear.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Jada's Rabbit Habit by Isabella Jordan

Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights: Jada's Rabbit Habit
by Isabella Jordan

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-921-7
Theme(s): Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Series: Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights Multi-Author


Jada Danforth has a little bit of a problem. The hotel heiress has a craving for rabbit dishes. But those pesky animal rights activists have found out what she's been up to, and they still aren't letting that silly little fur coat incident from last year go. Now all the studs on the boyfriend circuit are avoiding her like she's last year's iPhone. She's not getting laid and that's a problem.
While out comfort shopping, she runs across Madame Periwinkle's Erotic Delights. The owner has just the thing for this spoiled princess -- a new type of rabbit, guaranteed to take care of her sensual needs. It even has its own customer service number. How neat!
All is well until her new toy malfunctions. She's amazed when her service call is answered in less than an hour by a very hot repairman. And man is he good with his hands. Yet Aidan Richards isn't what he seems. Can Aidan afford to trust his secrets to a woman whose every step is haunted by the media? Can she dare to hope for a man who can see beyond the heiress and the tabloids to find the woman she really is?


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A visit to her favorite shops didn't improve Jada's spirits. She wandered aimlessly through a couple of stores where she usually spent major money and didn't see anything she couldn't live without. She couldn't even focus on looking. Worried, hand-wringing clerks followed her in a conga line in each store and she assured them the problem was her, not them.
She just couldn't get in the frame of mind to shop as she normally could. The whole situation with the tabloid still had her rattled. She thought she'd learned long ago not to worry about what people thought of her. The greedy reporters didn't really know her, after all.
Still, it was troubling how close they got to the truth sometimes and how they twisted everything around to cast her in the poorest light. She wasn't that bad. Couldn't they cut her some slack?
Jada was about to call it a day and go home for a soak in her hot tub, when she spotted a new shop. Now where had that come from? It sat between Diego's, an ethnic clothing store, and Manfred's coffee shop. It sure as hell went up fast. She was just there last week and the vitamin and organic health food store had been right there where it had been for at least two years. There was a time and place for health stuff -- her cougar years.
Madame Periwinkle's Erotic Delights the elegant lettering on the window read.
The purple storefront was outrageous and that alone had her smiling. Glancing in the front windows, she spotted edible panties, cock rings in assorted flavors, chocolate pasties. Oh, if only she had a man in her life right now. She'd take several of each of those little treats.
That's when she moved to the left and caught sight of what was in the display case on the other side.
Now we're talking. A three-tiered display of vibrators. That was exactly what she needed. If she couldn't get a boyfriend, she'd get a power tool instead. And what power tools they had. There was a spiky blue one in the middle, a pink sparkly vibrator on the top. The one on the bottom? Wow. Ten inches of fun in purple with a curved little thingie so she could play with her ass too.
It was close to what she wanted but not quite it. Well, she'd have to go in and look around, right?
Inside, the shop was just exquisite, filled with beautiful, sparkly toys and tantalizing scents. Her happy thoughts came back in a flash and her shopping instincts along with them. Now she felt better and more like herself.
The vibrators were off to the left near the display case up front. An entire wall of them in velvet-lined cases like fine jewelry. When she got closer, she could see why. Many of the stimulators sparkled like expensive jewels, winking in the lights as she approached.
"May I help you find something?"
The lovely voice came from behind her and she turned to face the most incredible looking woman. She wore black leather pants that showed off long legs and full, womanly hips. Her sheer purple blouse was unbuttoned to the middle of her chest to show off her considerable cleavage and the black bra beneath that so gracefully displayed it. Her hair was platinum blonde with purple highlights, cut straight to gently curve along the line of her jaw. Even her eyes were purple, sparkling at Jada like rare amethysts. And her skin? Incredible. All pale, smooth perfection. Jada wondered what spa she went to.
"Miss Danforth, isn't it?" The woman held out her hand.
Taking the hand she offered, Jada nodded.
"I'm Madame Periwinkle. It's an honor to have a woman of your wealth and taste in my humble shop." The woman's smile was lovely, her expression welcoming with just a hint of wicked. She smelled nice too, though Jada couldn't place the fragrance. Lavender, maybe…
"I'm glad to be here," Jada admitted to her. It only made sense that someone with that kind of style and confidence owned a shop like this.
"You're here for the perfect vibrator?"
Jada nodded. She had no trouble discussing sex frankly. Never had. And that was a good thing considering the video of her doing the nasty with her sleazy ex-boyfriend Chad was still circulating all over the Internet.
"I sort of like the one in the front window. The purple one? But I'd like something a little… fancier. Does that make any sense?"
Madame Periwinkle nodded knowingly. "It makes complete sense. You need something fit for a princess. I have just the thing."
Princess? She liked the woman already. The lady obviously knew how to treat a customer.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Hoosier Werewolves Collection by Kate Hill

Hoosier Werewolf: Howl & Prowl (Collection)
by Kate Steele
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-137-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Collection

For most people, werewolves are creatures of fantasy, pulled from the pages of fiction novels and seen only in movies. For brothers Ethan, Dustin and Nick Parks, they become beings who are all too real... and the family tree is about to get a little furry.
* * *Crewe Jackson’s been waiting patiently to claim his mate. Nine years ago both he and Ethan Parks were too young, but now he intends to give his sweet little nerd some lessons in love.
* * *Chad Sutter has his hands full. Not only has his future mate, Dustin Parks, been accused of dealing drugs, he’s been hurt by someone he trusted. It’s up to Chad to straighten out the mess and prove to Dustin that it’ll take more than a little trouble to put out the growing flame between them.
* * *Never show weakness. For two men, human Nick Parks and werewolf Lucas Devereau, it’s the creed they live by. Trouble is, just because something is hidden doesn’t mean it’s not there. With a little trust they may just discover in each other a mate who truly understands the heart and soul of an alpha.

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"No, don't. Please, don't," Ethan begged. Ignoring his plea, the car died. "Son of a bitch. You lousy piece of…" He paused. Closing his eyes and scrunching up his face, he forced himself to shut up. "Okay, wait a minute. Deep breath. Let's not lose our heads here, yeah? You know you're my sweet little baby," Ethan apologized, rubbing his cold hands over the steering wheel. His breath clouded the frigid air in front of him and fogged the windshield.
"I know you want to run for me, baby. Just come on, start like a good girl and it's home to the garage. I'll even turn the heat on for you," Ethan promised. Closing his eyes he turned the key in the ignition. His only answer was rrr, rrr, rrr. "Damn it!"
Ethan resisted the urge to bang his head on the steering wheel. Instead, he leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for his agitation to calm. When he could think straight, he quickly made a calculation in his head. It was about thirty blocks from home which meant an almost two mile walk. He shivered and considered calling a taxi but remembered he'd left his recharged cell phone on the kitchen counter. The walk to a payphone would take him quite a distance out of the way, not to mention he wasn't sure how long he'd have to wait for them to get there.
Don't be such a wimp, Ethan, you can do this. But why does it have to be so damn cold? Duh! It's December. December in Indiana, and Christmas just around the corner. I suppose I'm lucky there isn't a foot of snow on the ground.
With these and other thoughts prodding him, Ethan grabbed his laptop in its sturdy case from the passenger seat. Taking a quick, cautious look around the empty library parking lot, he got out, locked the car and started his walk. Having worked well past closing, Ethan had let himself out with his own key and reset the alarm system before heading for his car. Glancing at his watch before getting in the car, he'd been surprised to find it was nearly midnight.
The library was in the middle of town, the first part of his walk taking him through the small business district. He was grateful for the evenly spaced streetlights and the fact that he wouldn't be walking home in total darkness. This late night walk had enough of an eerie quality to it without having to navigate in the dark.
At this time of night there was very little traffic moving up and down the road, especially after the Main Street renovation project. The street had been cunningly curved and now resembled the sinuous s-shape of a traveling snake. The idea was to give Main a sort of artful look. At various points along the way wide, built up, modified speed bumps kept the traffic from moving too fast. By keeping the speed limit down it was supposed to give those driving through a better look at the stores along the way and hopefully lure in more shoppers.
Whether it worked, Ethan couldn't say for sure. It did seem to him that the two streets on either side of Main that ran parallel to it now appeared to have a lot more traffic on them. Looking left and right at every cross street, he saw more cars on those streets than he did on Main. Unconsciously, he shrugged. It was too bad really. He thought Main Street looked much nicer and there were some interesting stores there. He loved the bookstore and his favorite lunch café was right next door to it.
Huddling deeper into his coat he trudged on, his leather dress shoes creaking a little with the cold. Slowly, the business district gave way to suburban housing. At this point the next dozen or so blocks were mixed with houses, fast food places, a large chain-type drug store, a couple of car dealerships and a video store. Ethan was anticipating his arrival at the twenty-four hour mini-mart. His extremities were starting to go numb and his nose and ears were burning. He wanted to get in out of the cold and spend a few minutes with a cup of coffee or cocoa.
Cold as it was, it was still a beautiful night. The sky was clear and a full moon rode high above the increasingly large trees that lined the street. Ethan let his gaze linger on that beautiful orb until he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.
Barely saving himself from a fall, he kept his eyes peeled for further hazards. The neighborhood he walked through was as familiar as the back of his hand. It was a nice place and while the homes were rather close to each other, they had individuality instead of being cookie-cutter images of each other. The further from town one got, the larger the houses became.
In the eighteen-hundreds, part of the street had been called Millionaire's Row. The houses were large and stately. A couple of them had since been converted to bed and breakfast inns. One housed a firm of lawyers and a few of the others were combination home and office for several doctors, one dentist and a podiatrist. Many of the homes at one point had had Victorian railings and flourishes, but much of that had given way to a less flamboyant style.
Ethan's home, which he shared with his two brothers, was just beyond Millionaire's Row. Not as grand as those, it was still a stylish, old fashioned house built of oversized brick in shades of gray. The front had two long columns which supported a small second story balcony that was accessible from the upstairs hallway and two of the bedrooms. The house had been extensively remodeled on the inside which made it cozy and welcoming. There were three bedrooms upstairs, each with an adjoining bathroom. In addition to the living room, kitchen and utility room there had been a large dining room. Part of their renovations had been to turn the dining room into office space for himself and Nick.
Ethan brought his free hand up to his face, breathed on his fingers and thought about his brothers. Wouldn't you know that Nick and Dustin are both out of town just when I need them? Typical.
Ethan shook his head and silently scolded himself. It really wasn't their fault. After all, Dustin was at school and Nick was working. And he shouldn't need his brothers to get him out of a jam. He wasn't a kid anymore.
He shivered. I can't wait to get home and light a fire in the fireplace. The thought of being snug and warm on the sofa with a good book in front of the fire made him groan. He had the next day off and didn't have to worry about getting up early to go to work. Going home and going straight to bed wouldn't be necessary so he was free to indulge and looking forward to it.
Trading his laptop case to his warmer hand, he was just about to shove his other hand into his coat pocket when a movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head to look but the streetlights revealed nothing beyond the usual. Frowning slightly, Ethan kept walking but surreptitiously cast frequent glances across the street.
There it was again. His heart thumped. A flash of movement between the evenly spaced trees as though someone was rushing between them, then hiding behind them out of sight. Ethan swallowed hard, visions of muggers filling his mind. Two and a half blocks away, he could just make out the sign for the all night mini-mart. Forcing himself to stay calm, he increased his pace and kept watch.
The movement came again and this time he was ready for it. Ethan quickly turned his head and saw his stalker. It was a dog, a very large dog. At least he thought it was a dog. It resembled a German Shepherd but the hair was longer and thicker. He started when the thought struck him that what the dog really resembled most was a wolf. But that was impossible, wasn't it? Wolves didn't roam the streets of small towns in Indiana. Maybe it's a Husky.
Ethan shook his head. Whatever it was, the dog was acting strangely. Following him and slipping from tree to tree to stay hidden, what kind of dog did that? Was this some kind of prelude to an attack? The thought had Ethan again increasing his pace but he was afraid to just flat out run. What if that encouraged the dog to chase him? Weren't animals more likely to attack when you ran?
Biting his lip, Ethan kept walking, his entire body tense and braced for what might come. Luckily nothing happened. The dog merely kept pace with him. At some point it stopped trying to hide. It simply stayed parallel to his course as though it was escorting him. Finally he came even with the mini-mart, crossed the lot and ducked inside. Ethan stood at the window looking for the dog, but it had disappeared.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Bad Angels: Falling by Belinda McBride

Bad Angels: Falling
by Belinda McBride
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-204-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Bad Angels
Length: Novel


Just what exactly happens when an angel goes bad?
Stripped of his voice, his memories, and his divinity, Rion Hunter falls to Earth in a fiery blaze. After crashing into a muddy sheep pasture in Scotland, the disgraced angel finds himself face-to-face with an unlikely rescuer: a sidhe-born farmer named Rex.
Rex finds himself rapidly falling for the beautiful angel, which can be risky when the object of your affection just might be psychotic. And if that isn’t enough, the men find that they’ve come to the attention of a ravenous succubus, who has developed an appetite for Scottish farmers.
Falling isn’t so bad… it’s the landing that hurts.


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Kokabiel lay deep under the surface of the Earth where he remained for hours and days and years until one morning he emerged, whole in body, but damaged and tainted in mind and soul. He burrowed his way through the mud and ice of the Earth's crust, emerging from the rich black soil in an unwitting parody of birth.
Naked and filthy, he sprawled on the new spring grass, chest heaving, eyes bewildered by the colors and shapes that he saw, confused by the sounds that filtered past the mud in his ears. Strange animals surrounded Kokabiel, ignoring him as they grazed in the field. Creatures wheeled through the sky overhead, borne on feathered wings, much like his…
He twisted, eyes wide in horror. They were gone. Burned away. Only charred stumps remained where his wings belonged. Panic gripped his heart and he lurched to unsteady feet, once again searching for the wings that he felt, yet were not to be seen. He opened his mouth to cry out, but only a coarse sound emerged from his throat, bursting past his mud-coated tongue.
Kokabiel turned to flee in panic, but clumsy legs betrayed him, spilling him to the muddy ground where he lay panting, the crippling fear too much to fight.
"They're still there, lad. They'll grow back soon enough, now that you're back in the light."
Kokabiel rolled over and located the voice. He scrambled on his backside, trying to distance himself from the threat. The creature looked familiar: two legs, two arms, a good-natured face under a mop of dirt brown curls that glistened with silver. He couldn't understand the words the man spoke, but the meaning registered in his brain.
"Ah… it's all right. You laddies are always pretty shaken once you wake up. Don't know if it's the fall…" Humorous, smiling eyes gazed up at the heavens, and then down to the soil. "…or if it's the landing. Either way, you angels got it rough. Took you longer than most. You must have fallen further." He grinned, exposing a roguish smile. "I'm Reux. That means headache." He chuckled at his own words. "Needless to say, I don't use it often. You can call me Rex. That means king. Better name, if you ask me. Now what do I call you?"
He moved a little closer, and Kokabiel eyed the creature nervously, for this was no human nor was it angel. He looked like a man, but through eyes blurred with fatigue, Kokabiel saw something else entirely. Something man-like and charming. Something magical. Surely this was no demon?
Rex moved closer, squatting down on his haunches, resting his arms on his knees, long, slender hands hanging loose. His legs were clad in worn fabric breeches. A woven cloth shirt hung loose to mid-thigh. Scuffed leather boots rose to his knees. The creature's eyes were no color Kokabiel had ever seen; brown mixed with green and gold, harmonizing with his richly colored curls and warm brown skin. The forest green of his eyes echoed the rich green of his shirt.
At his neck hung an ornate amulet, dangling from a worn leather cord. Magic resonated from the object.
"You're a pretty one, aren't you? That's going to be a problem right quick. I'll have to keep you hidden from the lassies till you're on your feet. Can you tell me your name?"
Rex's voice was mesmerizing, lyrical. Kokabiel felt his heart begin to settle; his fear began to recede. His panic rose once more with the realization that knowledge was flooding into his brain. Colors had names, words had meaning.
Kokabiel moved his lips experimentally, and a harsh sound came out. Before his voice was music, pure and crystalline. Now it was hoarse and husky. He'd lost his wings and now his voice. Tears stung his eyes.
"Koka…" He broke off, unable to bear the sound.
He nodded.
The creature… Rex… rose and paced. Through tear-blurred eyes, Kokabiel thought he saw something… but he blinked and it vanished. No, Rex was no angel, nor was he human.
"The Kokabiel? The Star of God?"
"Shit. What in hell's going on up there?" He ran a hand through his curls, frowning up at the sky. Seeing Kokabiel's look of confusion, he shook his head sadly. "You aren't the first, lad. Not by far."
Kokabiel reached up and clasped the hand Rex offered. The other man pulled him effortlessly to his feet. He wobbled unsteadily, unaccustomed to the weight of a corporeal body. He stepped and winced, a sharp pain jabbing into his naked foot. His muddy skin pebbled with the cold. Kokabiel glanced down. His flaccid penis rested in a nest of dark curls. That was new. Before, his body had been hairless and smooth. He reached up and tangled hair filled his fist. It was no longer brilliant and star-colored, but a rich, vibrant hue… like blood. It was very nearly the color of blood. His hair fell almost to his hips rather than floating in waves around his shoulders. Gaps in the filth on his skin showed it to be creamy white rather than alabaster.
Kokabiel touched the skin of his face, under the drying mud. It felt as it should, smooth and hairless. The features felt the same. He wondered what color his eyes were. He suddenly realized that he didn't know what he looked like. Beyond his name, he had no memory.
"So you are God's Star. Obviously, we can't be calling you that."
Rex strode to a lump on the ground. It was a pack of some sort. He reached in and tossed Kokabiel a blanket, which he accepted with gratitude, wrapping it around his trembling body. A sharp pain ripped through his belly, followed by an unusual noise. Rex grinned as he turned away.
"A bit hungry, eh? Well, I've got mutton stew that'll be near ready."
Hungry? That was the pain in his belly? He trudged behind the man, realizing that he stood much taller than Rex, by nearly a handspan. The other man had broad shoulders, tapering to narrow hips. Kokabiel had nothing to compare the man to, but saw him as a thing of beauty and exceeding grace.
Grace. He had fallen from Grace.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Tartan Twins by Selena Illyria

Tartan Twins
by Selena Illyria
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-114-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Werewolves, BBW
Series: Tartan Werewolves
Length: Novella


Part werewolf, part incubi and determined to get their mate Robin, Lochlan and Rorick Montgomery have finally found the woman they want to be with. Now all they have to do is convince her she's the one for them.
After a night of hot sex, Robin is trying to run from the two men who she loves and can break her heart. She tries to hide with Iain and Katherine, but she can't ignore her feelings and desires for the twins.
Robin, Lochlan and Rorick are on a collision course with passionate results.


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"What happened? Why are you limping?" Rorick asked, followed by a deep inhale. She knew he would smell the blood. "Why do I smell your blood?"
Robin ignored the question and carefully slipped her foot into the sandal.
"It's nothing." Turning, she faced him with her head up. She prayed her eyes weren't glassy from the unshed tears.
"Don't lie to me." Rorick's voice had become a low growl that reverberated through her body, shivering up her spine. Arousal flared to life. She groaned and looked away. I can't do this right now. I don't want to deal with them right now.
"I said it's nothing," she spat out. "Drop it."
She marched past him, ignoring the way her foot ached. She could feel the warm slickness of the blood covering the insole of her flip-flop. She came to a halt when Rorick reached out and took hold of her arm. She turned to look at him. Heat spread from her arm to her chest. She glared at him, ignoring the way her body responded to his touch. "What?"
"I told you, don't lie to me. You've hurt yourself." He brought his head down until their faces were mere inches apart. His warm, moist breath caressed her face. She could smell the whisky he'd drunk earlier. Her nipples tightened, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. Their eyes clashed. She knew she shouldn't look into his eyes. Knew that to stare into those pale blue eyes was a challenge to the wolf inside, a challenge he wouldn't back down from. She couldn't help it. She glared at him, allowing him to see how angry she was. Anger was good. Indignation kept her from feeling other things, emotions she didn't want him to see. Feelings that were private.
She saw his eyes shift, from ice blue to amber with gold flecks and back to blue. Robin shivered. His beast was close, too close to the surface. Just a few more days and it would be free. She looked away first, hating herself for backing down.
"I cut my foot, no big deal," Robin muttered.
"It is a big deal," Lochlan said, coming up behind her. She swore. Now she was sandwiched between them. She could picture the way the three of them looked at the moment. Two gorgeous sex gods in kilts with her looking frumpy and plain. She ruined the picture of perfection. Holding back a sob, she looked down at the ground. She needed to get away. Far away.
"Let me go," Robin said quietly. She knew they heard her and yet Rorick kept his grip. It wasn't painful but his touch was searing her skin. It reminded her of what they had done at the wedding. Their hands had caressed other women, their bodies taking those women to the heights of pleasure she could only imagine.
"You're hurting me," she said. She wasn't lying. Rorick was hurting her, just not physically.
"You know I'm not gripping you that hard. Stop lying to me," Rorick growled. She looked up, shocked by how angry he sounded. He glared down at her. She took a step back only to hit a wall of hard, hot flesh covered in silk. Lochlan reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Steady there, lass. It's okay. Rorick, let her go." Lochlan's voice was silk-covered steel. She trembled at his tone. Such command. One would never think someone as carefree as Lochlan was would be capable of sounding so commanding.
Rorick didn't oblige his brother. Instead he increased his grip on her arm and looked over her head. "She's hurt. She needs attention."
"And she'll get it if you'd just let go of her." Lochlan's hands began to move, rubbing her shoulders before moving down over her biceps and then back up. Her nipples were painful with need as her pussy became heavy and slick.
"You let go of her." Rorick glowered at his twin. Something was going on. Robin tried to pull her arm out of Rorick's grip only to have him tighten his hold again and look down at her. His face was hard and uncompromising. "Stay," he ordered.
Robin glared up at him and took a step forward, invading his personal space. Her breasts were a breath away from his body. "I'm not a dog, and you will watch your tone with me."
He glared down at her. "You will do as you're told. You're hurt. You need attention."
"Not from you. I can see to myself," Robin declared.
"Like hell you will. You will not be leaving here tonight with an injured foot. You will stay here, and let us attend to you," Rorick ordered gruffly.
"Bullshit. I can take care of myself, thank you very much, so take your alpha attitude and shove it up your ass. I do as I like, when I like, and you damn well don't get a say in whether I drive home or not. Now let go," she gritted out. Her body was flushed with heat. Arousal and anger churned inside of her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Lochlan's hands moved faster. His touch was trying to soothe her. Instead it only stoked the fire inside of her.
"Stop touching me. You're not helping," Robin immediately regretted the words. Lochlan's hands dropped away. She mourned the loss of his touch. Rorick, on the other hand, refused to let go of her arm. He yanked her forward until she crashed into him.
"Don't lash out at him just because you're angry with me," he purred. She trembled at the sound.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Coyote Non Grata by Lena Austin

Coyote Non Grata
by Lena Austin

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-851-7
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Length: Novella


The Creator laughs at human plans...

Dr. Jeff Gleason rejected his Comanche heritage and became a volcanologist studying the giant magma chamber beneath the National Park. Until his modern job and his Medicine heritage crossed paths.

Rody, wounded and rejected from his coyote shifter pack, seeks refuge and medical help from the human in the ranger shack, then joins his new friend on a sexual romp that will lead to a new mating of coyote and man that hasn't happened since the white man came to the park.

...because the Creator has plans of his own.


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You are hereby banished for the remainder of your life! The memory of his Pack Leader's howl still threatened to destroy his fragile composure.
Rody licked his wounds and swallowed a howl of anger. He could say with pride that all of his injuries were in his front, not his ass. He was no coward. He'd fought until the Pack Leader had decided Rody had "been punished enough," and banished Rody. Funny how the Pack Leader had been breathing heavily and bleeding just as badly as Rody.
"My wounds may hurt like hell, Kitar, but I'll bet you're hurting just as much." Rody crawled wearily under a bush and contemplated the moon rising over the mountains.
The Buffalo Valley Coyote Pack Leader had been so wrong. Rody hadn't been sniffing around the alpha bitch. He didn't even like the stinking, saggy skank. The Pack Leader's mate was so lazy she kept herself constantly pregnant so her mate would have to feed her.
Rody had been walking behind where she sprawled, his mind intent on a drink from the pond a few feet away. A couple of her pups from the last litter had been tussling and blundered into Rody, sending him ass over muzzle right on top of Alpha Bitch Lillet.
Lillet, naturally, had taken exception to being disturbed. Kitar had taken exception to Rody disturbing Lillet and had accused Rody of trying to cover his disgusting mate. Before Rody knew what was happening, he'd been banished from the Pack. The fact that everyone knew he was one of the rare males who did not ever cover a female but preferred other males never entered Kitar's mind.
The ground beneath the bush was cool and felt marvelous on his torn shoulder. Rody sighed with relief. He'd had a hard time making it outside the Pack territory, but he'd known at least one of the Pack shadowed his every move to make sure he did. Once he'd crossed the stream boundary, he'd heard one mournful bark of goodbye and good luck.
Most of the Pack grumbled about Kitar's devotion to Lillet despite her uselessness as a partner in patrolling, fighting, or hunting food. Squirting out litter after litter did not benefit the Pack and only increased their hunger. Kitar wouldn't even let the Pack shift and go into town as humans for a bite to eat. He'd shredded all their clothes and buried their money somewhere. Kitar didn't believe in "mixing with monkeys."
Rody himself hadn't been to town since adolescence, when Kitar had come to power. He'd practiced shifting to keep healthy, but other than learning to speak the human language and a few rudimentary skills, Rody was naked and without money. A wounded coyote had little chance alone, but maybe as a human, he'd have a chance this winter.
All he had to do was figure how he'd join the humans before summer ended.
Rody put his aching face in the soft dirt and wondered what he'd do next. He couldn't stay under the bush all night. Not only was it beside a buffalo trail leading to the stream which left him in serious danger of being trampled, but also he could hear the growl of thunder coming closer. Normally, he could care less about a summer storm, but it was one more discomfort he didn't need.
After a short nap to regain strength, Rody plodded on in hopes of better shelter. Maybe one of the ranger places. There was one not far from where he'd lain. They sometimes aided a wounded creature, but only certain kinds. Rody hoped he was one of those kinds.
Feeling better now that he had a goal, Rody trotted onward. He limped only a little from his wounds. His shoulder and nose were the worst of the damage. A good sleep and maybe a meal from the ranger would be all he needed. Asking for help in becoming human from the ranger was out of the question, of course. Humans did not need to know the national park was full of shifters who preferred the simpler ways of fur and fang.
The simple cabin beckoned Rody with a beacon of scent. Bacon! Oh, Rody hadn't tasted delicious bacon in years. If he'd had second thoughts about remaining in the woods, they evaporated as they were replaced with the heavenly smell. A beacon of bacon. Rody couldn't manage much more than a half-hearted run, but anything that got him closer to paradise was worth it.
The door was closed, but the window was wide open. Rody hopped up on the bench under the window and, with a bit of scrambling, made it inside. So what if he tumbled to the floor and saw stars when his shoulder hit the cabin floor? So what if it bled a little? He was going for the bacon in the dark, one-room cabin.
He had to concentrate to shift to human form. It had been months since he'd dared try. Kitar beat the crap out of anyone he caught "trying to be a monkey" despite the common knowledge that shifting was important for good health.
The last Pack Leader had insisted everyone shift at least once a moon. Still, Rody remembered the trick of it and flowed upwards until he was a short, light-haired man a few years younger than the prime of life, about thirty in human years. He even remembered to wash his hands at the sink before gobbling down the bacon left to cool on the plate.
He tried not to groan in delight and refused to let one drop of the deliciousness escape. Rody even considered eating the paper napkin he wiped his chin with while he stood over the plate on the counter, stuffing in every last bit. For the first time in his memory, he didn't have to share, and his stomach was full.
Rody licked his lips and his fingers in sheer pleasure. He wished he could stay with the ranger, but knew coyotes probably weren't the right kind of animal to be fed and kept. He'd be lucky --
A step on the porch boards. The ranger was coming.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

My interview with Renee George is live!

Ever wondered what I sound like? LOL! Here you are! This is what happens when I chatter with a dear friend like Renee George! Have a peek!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Grim Justin Collection by Fiona Jayde


Traveling through space, GrimJustin is ship of hackers, fighters and lovers working the not quite legal side of interplanetary politics.
When Intel Agent Dinah Burns is captured obtaining a top-secret key sequence to a competitor’s MainFrame system, the man committed to extracting her intel is Jack Brenner. But Dinah won’t give up the key sequence. Even when Brenner uses his own special kind of orgasmic torture.
Halloway Duke is contracted to bring back a rogue pilot. Finding her isn’t a problem. Finding her to be Kara Dillon -- the lover who betrayed him into enemy hands -- is unpleasant. Finding he still wants her is not something he’s ready to deal with just now...
GenAlt -- superhuman, super strong. MedTech Lilian Oser leads a quiet life aboard GrimJustin until Trent O’Blak is called to Arius Prime and the old need for revenge burns through every cell of her now strong body. She will get to Arius Prime. She will take her revenge. And she will prove to Trent that she can handle anything the big GenAlt can dish out.
Old Earth Curse: May you live in interesting times...


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Her eyes snapped open to darkness.
Immediately, Dinah catalogued the surrounding conditions: warm, dark, no visible exits. Some sort of padded pallet was under her; she was facing up, her hands resting at her center, cuffed in cool slick metal. Her feet hung off the pallet, touching the floor. She didn’t panic, not yet anyway. She tested her eyes -- looked up, then down. The drug was wearing off. Think.
Her feet weren’t bound. They were solid on the floor, which was at least something. The tremors under her toes told her she was on a ship. For how long, which one, she had no idea. She tried to identify the mix of metal and musk in the air when she heard a door swish open.
Her own pulse pounded in her ears. She willed herself not to move and forced fear down where it didn’t bother her throat.
“Agent Burns.” His voice was behind her, the warm whisper of it sending shivers from her neck down. A male voice, somehow familiar. “You’re awake.”
She didn’t respond on a chance he might come around so she could see his face -- and gasped as a large male hand gently squeezed her breast.
“You are awake,” he repeated and withdrew his hand.
She moved, lightning-fast, swinging her feet to stand up and clasping her hands to deliver a blow where his head should have been. Instead, she connected with nothing, staggered from the force of it and stumbled right into a hard male body.
Her foot stamped on his instep and she heard him grunt even as he dragged her backward, muscled her arms up and hooked her cuffs to something above her before moving away, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, helpless. She fought to calm her pulse, gulped for air -- harsh breaths that ripped at her throat as she forced them out.
“Now that you’re awake…” he was behind her now, and the bastard not even breathing hard, “…let’s discuss the keySeq to the MicroSel main-frame.”
Okay, now she knew why she had been captured. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could hear it. Underneath the fear was a sick sort of excitement.
“What key?” She didn’t think it would work, but it might stall some unpleasantness. She expelled a breath.
“Do you really want to play this game?” That warm whisper was tickling her nerves. She sucked air in and stalled for time, trying to calm her breathing, slow the pounding in her chest.
“What game?” She knew what was about to happen, she’d been trained for it. Somehow, the sims didn’t anticipate an almost erotic reaction. Stupid.
He chuckled, the sound somehow sexy. He must have stepped forward, because she felt a hard male body press against her back in a sick parody of a hug. Strong masculine arms wrapped around her, and he shifted, moving her forward so her head fell back against his chest and her rear pressed against his cock. His hard bulging cock.
This was definitely not part of the sims.
“We can do this real easy, Agent Burns,” he said, whispering directly into her ear and, damn it, sending another shiver down her spine. “I need that sequence.”
She was pretty sure debriefing didn’t happen like this, but it was better than broken bones. Breathe in.
“Your training has been accounted for.”
A new truth drug? She’d been exposed to most of them anyway, a new one wouldn’t make a difference. What then?
She shifted slightly, trying to gain a fraction of space between his cock and her ass muscles, clenching in some sort of sick anticipation. In response he rolled his hips a bit to emphasize the contact. And chuckled -- the bastard -- when she gulped in a breath. “Aren’t you interested, Agent?”
She figured he would tell her anyway.
“Newest trend in intel extract.” He paused for a moment, as if to see if he would get a response. Nothing.
His hands skimmed her stomach. “Let’s call it the Pleasure Principle.”

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Spaceport: Paradise Run by Dawn Montgomery

Spaceport: Paradise Run
by Dawn Montgomery

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-985-9
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella


Kaia has one mission: Get the dignitary to an exchange without letting him get killed. What she doesn’t count on is the feral call to mate when they meet.

From the moment he sees the mischievous hellcat, High Elder Shon can’t keep his paws off her. Now if he can just do something about that pesky relative trying to kill him, maybe he’ll be able to convince Kaia to become his mate.


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The stiff pale fur of a shyrah's pelt covered the sleek ebony body of High Elder Shon like a cloak. Kaia smiled at the newcomer with a wary regard, wondering what one of his race was doing so far from his icy home world, and how Jake got him on a Paradise Run cruise liner, no less.
"Straighten up, Kaia." The quiet growl through her earpiece jerked her to attention. "He is an important dignitary."
"Like you care about that, Jake." She stared at the com-link in front of her, looking for some mention of importance in his history. The docket stated his name, planet of origin, and title, but she'd imagined someone older with the title of High Elder. Less… delicious.
Her gaze tracked across the well-defined muscles of his arms, leaving an edge of feral lust spiking through her body. The furs he wore gave her little indication of his lower body's attributes, and that was a shame. She wondered whether her race was compatible with his.
Thinking about sex already? She was insatiable at the best of times. "We need to finish this job quickly."
"Why? Miss your escapades back at 'Port?"
"I have a sex drive, so sue me." Kaia regarded the High Elder again. He could be something completely alien to her species. Disappointment at that thought set the hairs on the back of her neck on edge. Their very masculine subject was stalking up the platform as they spoke, all fluid grace and predator at once. She never understood the need to keep your sexuality in check, but for a taste of this one, she might just try.
"Useless fact number twelve."
Kaia rolled her eyes. He was always spouting useless information during their jobs.
"He's a panthera splice from old Earth. His requests were simple. A public place, an easy exchange, and he wanted someone of his genus origin to make arrangements."
Kaia's tail stiffened in shock. That information wasn't quite so useless, especially since that would make them compatible. "Are you serious?"
"Your tail, Kaia! We need to keep a low profile, and you're the only one with a tail waving around."
"I'm also the only one with a tail, dimbulb."
"Nothing, Jake. Just keep your virtual eyes open." Her tail flicked again. She winced and tried to calm it down, but it twitched in agitation, getting worse. In desperation she started running numbers in her head until her emotions were replaced with ones and zeroes.
"He's almost to you."
Two of the genus panthera splices, descendants of Earth's genetic splices with great cats. On Adana at once. She needed to be inside and away from prying eyes. A close inspection of her ID would show its forgery, and she couldn't waste time in the brig. She wasn't a Paradise Run cruise liner employee, after all.
High Elder Shon gave her a predatory smile with what appeared to be interest. Only the slightest hint of his fangs showed, but holy frek, was it enough. Her pulse jumped.
Feral heat slid through her veins, and she couldn't quite stop a purr from rumbling her chest. His eyes darkened to unfathomable amber liquid.
Her pussy tingled. Surely… her tail swished in the air, giving away her interest in the Elder. Jake's curses through her earpiece were for her ears only, but they still burned. She couldn't hide the blush that stained her cheeks, and kept her hands tightly clasped around the com-link to avoid grabbing her tail.
Elder Shon's amber eyes tracked her tail's movement. Fire slid along her suddenly too tight skin.
She cleared her throat. "Elder Shon, welcome to the final leg of your journey. We hope you enjoyed your stay on 'Port Adana. Your suite accommodations are ready. I hope you enjoy the outer rim Paradise cruise."
"You have a lovely tail." The heavy burr of his voice was laced with a thick accent, one that had her tailbone itching for a scratch.
Kaia froze and coughed out a thank you. She ignored her tail's response, willing her body to fall through the cracks in embarrassment.
"The beauty of a tail is a rarity where I come from. And yours truly is exquisite."
Kaia's nipples hardened under the silk of her tunic. Complimenting her tail was something that made her very shy.
His gaze never left her face, but she had little doubt he noticed every centimeter of her body, from the curve of her hip to the glint of her claws.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Dominating Domino by Leila Brown

Dominating Domino
by Leila Brown
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-054-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Super Sex
Length: Novella


Domino is a bounty hunter on the trail of Jetstream, a super who can manipulate water in some extreme ways. Too bad he’s also an assassin with a price on his head and she’s just the woman to bring him in.

Jetstream’s latest target, Domino, is almost his. The question is once he catches her will he be able to let her go?


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Domino pressed the button on her sleeve to open the dock doors of her ship. She stomped on board. Rank sewer water squished from her boots with each step. The nasty sludge from the sluggo she'd just blasted covered her from head to toe in glowing green goop. Who knew the large slug-like creatures would burst like fucking balloons?
She'd been so careful in tracking that bastard Jetstream. Had him cornered on this little backwater underground world until he decided to slip through the sewer system. No amount of money was going to make her follow him down that shithole. If that sluggo hadn't charged her, she would have been nice and dry, off this nasty rock and on to another job. Let someone else do the fucking dirty work.
It took two seconds to engage autopilot and ten minutes to pull off all her gear and put it in a cleaning tube. She turned on the shower. Thank goodness for the new shower system she'd installed. The water would wash away this gunk and then be recycled and cleansed so she could use it again. The latest technology. Expensive technology.
No amount of money was worth wading through other people's feces.
The scalding water streamed down from four different spouts above her and washed her from front to back. Splash after splash sounded in the shower as the clumps fell from her hair and hit the floor. She shuddered as slime slithered down her back and over her hips with the water. Reaching up, she turned the dial in front of her to the soap setting, and the hot water turned into a sudsy warm stream. She scrubbed her hair, her arms and every inch of her body until she could no longer smell the monster's innards on her.
So what now? If she didn't complete this contract she'd find the next one paying way fucking less. Not to mention she didn't think she was going to find the Clone Federation so eager to do business with her. She couldn't afford to get on their bad side. Hell, no one could.
She switched the dial for the water to a muscle relaxing massage setting and sucked in a deep breath. The water soothed her tired, strained muscles. She didn't really need the water. She could have made do with the standard issue sanitizer that most vessels had, but she found her body liked the water, craved the sensation of droplets running down her skin.
She moaned as the water worked the muscles in her arms, her legs, her ass, her breasts… wait a fucking minute. When had the water ever massaged her breasts like that? Before she could step out of the shower, she watched a stream of water reach up from the floor of the shower and rush right up to her pussy. It splashed against her hairless mound like a playful slap on her sex. The warm water pushed against her, opening her up until it rushed freely against her tight bud. It seemed to stroke up and down against her clit. Her entire body shook with need as her nerves tingled with the ecstasy just outside her grasp.
This isn't right. As the thought invaded her brain, she found herself impaled on an invisible cock. It rocked in and out of her at a dizzying speed. The muscles of her cunt grasped it. This isn't right. Her shower wasn't equipped with a water dildo. Water dildo? Her head immediately cleared.
Domino stepped away from the water and out of the almost rectangular glass closet. The instant she was no longer in the shower the automatic shut-off cut the water supply. She pulled in a shaky breath and saw the water collect, pool and form the outline of a man. Jetstream. "Bastard."
"We didn't even get to the good part yet." His deep voice sounded slightly distorted by the water, giving it a vibrating twang.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Cat House: Cat Fancy by Julia Talbot

The Cat House 3: Cat Fancy
by Julia Talbot

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-59596-583-1
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves, Shapeshifters
Series: The Cat House
Length: Novella


Layla is great at matchmaking among her friends and with the patrons at the Cat House, but she’s not so good at finding someone to call her own. Now she has two big male werecats doing renovations on her club, and she thinks she has an embarrassment of riches.

Aaron and Jamie have a good thing going, but they believe that sharing makes it even better. They think Layla might be just the kind of pleasure they want to mix with their business, and they’re ready to take what they want. Can Layla choose between them, or will she even have to?


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"You think we'll actually get paid on this job, man?" Jamie nudged Aaron out of his way with one sharp elbow.
"Ow, Jesus." Aaron rubbed his ribs, resisting the urge to pop Jamie one right on the ass. "I think so. Cole is a stand-up guy, even if he is a tomcat."
"Oh, from what I hear, he's all taken and shit now."
"Too bad." Aaron added a grin that Jamie knew and loved, mischievous and a little horny. "We could have played."
"Shee-it." Aaron shook his head, letting Jamie knock on the door of the Cat House. The club was locked up and looked a little sad at this time of day. "He's too much man for both of us combined. Now, from what I hear, he's got a pretty partner."
"Right. Business partner, you mean. She's supposed to be here." Jamie checked his watch. "Yeah?"
The door opened just about the time Jamie was going to get impatient, the line of his shoulders tensing up. Aaron was a little lost in contemplating the nape of Jamie's neck, right where the black hairline and the rise of shoulders met, so he missed what must have been dramatic posing.
He just looked up in time to see the effect.
Cole's business partner was a pretty lady. She was a little on what his momma would call the trashy side, with a tight pink bustier and big old hair, but she was kind of adorable. Not to mention the fact that she had amazing boobs.
"Hey, there. Are you, um, Layla?" Jamie was squinting at the card he'd written the information down on, and Aaron knew it wasn't bad eyesight, just bad handwriting.
"I am. Aren't you boys cute? Come on in, and I'll show you what I want done." She turned, and her hips swung when she walked like she was doing some kind of fancy cha-cha.
Lord. At least they'd have something good to look at on this job. Besides each other.
"Um. What exactly did you want us to do, ma'am?" Aaron finally asked, pulling out his metal clipboard. He had a little estimate form that he'd made up. Jamie laughed at him, but Aaron thought it made them look more like professionals and less like a couple of yahoos.
"Through here."
The place was a crazy mix of cat toy and sophisticated club. There were mirror balls and pink and green fabric, set against one of the prettiest antique wooden bars he'd ever seen. Aaron knew his wood.
She led them to the far end of the main room of the club. "I want to do something back here. New booths, some interesting architectural features. Something really fun."
Her arms waved when she talked, which made her tits bounce. Aaron glanced at Jamie, who was watching, fascinated. He pinched Jamie's butt, just to get him back in the game.
"Eep. We can sure do that. We'll have to work with you for a bit, make sure we have a clear idea of what you want us to mock up."
Oh, good answer. He might never have been able to come up with that. He would have looked at her and gone, "Uh…" Or maybe he would have drooled. She was really kind of hot. She got hotter the longer he looked. There was something in the way she stood, something almost dangerous, like there was way more to her than met the eye.
Aaron loved that. It was like Jamie. The guy put a lot of thought into things before he spoke, which made people think he was slow. Far from it. The man was smart as a whip.
"I like the idea of working closely with you two." She winked, her eyelashes so long he would have thought they were fake, except they didn't smell fake. He had a pretty sensitive sniffer.
"Yeah? Well, good." Jamie was blushing. That was cute as all hell.
"I have no doubt that you boys could make it good." Her painted fingernails wiggled at them, making them glance at each other and grin.
"Lady," Jamie said, moving close enough to her that Aaron could hardly see daylight between them. "You have no idea."