Dawg Town: Mad Dawg by Tuesday Richards

Dawg Town: Mad Dawg
by Tuesday Richards

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-252-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Bryce's bad day in Barkus, Kansas, starts when he dodges a prairie dog and lays down his most prized possession: Midnight. Can his day get any worse? Mad Dawg's about to find out.


Dolly Madison's car breaks down a mile outside of town. She walks into the closest building where opportunity knocks on the wooden bar.


What secrets does Barkus, Kansas, hold when the cute and cuddly are among the residents?







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"Couldn't have been a comfortable walk in those shoes." The country God spoke with a sensually deep voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I walked from the parking lot." Dolly snarled out the lie. She'd scuffed her favorite shoes. One heel was loose and would need to be repaired.
"The only reason a lady like you would walk into a joint like this is if you had car trouble and had to walk." He took a swig of his beer before he continued. "If you're here of your own accord, with a car parked out front, then you got more brass than anybody here."
Bucky sat another longneck in front of the man with heavenly blue eyes and short brown hair that begged to be touched. "Mad Dawg, leave the lady alone." He turned back to Dolly. "Don't worry about him. He's just upset 'cause his best girl was in an accident today." Bucky's attention was called away when six other men hit the bar bellowing drink orders.
"I'm sorry to hear about your… girl. She's in my thoughts."
"Thanks, Dolly," Mad Dawg muttered through his beer bottle.
Bucky was again front and center with a stressed crease in his forehead. "Man, I wish I could get decent help in this place."
The comment caught her attention. I couldn't be this lucky. "Bucky, I can help. I'm a trained bartender."
He seemed skeptical -- it could have been the raised eyebrow that gave it away. "No offense, Dolly dear, but what could you know about tendin' a biker bar?"
With a smirk, she unzipped her Vera Bradley purse, pulled out credentials, and slid them across the bar. "I'll admit, not much about biker bars. However, I am certified."
Bucky let out a slow whistle. "Good school. Prove it."
She slid off the wooden stool, stepped around the counter, put her purse in a cubby, and grabbed a bar towel. Dolly pushed an end of the folded cloth into her back pocket, thanking Liz Claiborne for the thick-heeled collection this year, and reached for a tumbler. "Did I hear a few of you call for a whiskey sour?" she yelled over the buzz of people. Three people raised their hands from the end of the bar. "Comin' right up."
Dolly grabbed three highball glasses from the rack and lined them up on the bar. She dropped some ice in the tumbler, and with a couple of flips of the whiskey bottle she did a nine-count pour into the steel cup. A flick of the wrist had the bottle back on the shelf and the sour mix in hand. Filling the tumbler the rest of the way, she slid the sour bottle down her arm into the well and at the same time put the top on the tumbler. With a few shakes and a flip, she poured the drinks, tossed the tumbler in the sink, and slid the glasses down the bar, where they stopped in front of the patrons who ordered them.
She heard six beer orders shouted. Dolly reached into the cooler, grabbed six longnecks, and flipped them one by one over her head, catching them one at a time and popping the cap off the bottle on the edge of the bar. She filled the orders one by one in a single line down the counter.
The bar fell silent with the last of the orders filled in record time. She cleaned her hands on the bar towel from her pocket, swiped the counter quickly, and washed the tumbler. Dolly walked by Bucky on her way from behind the bar and pushed his jaw closed.
With a gulp, he choked out, "You're hired. Get back behind this bar." He took one side of the bar, and she stayed close to Mad Dawg the sex God, serving the other half.
"Hot damn, there's a new sheriff in town, ladies. Hold on to your man," a blonde biker babe in the back shouted over the commotion.
Dolly looked at Mad Dawg. "Is that a good thing, or should I worry?"

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Sundown International Collection by Cat Marsters

Sundown International (Collection)
by Cat Marsters

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-171-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Sundown, Inc.
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

When Reaver finds a girl so shocked by demon possession she can't speak, he doesn't expect her to be the best demon fighter he's ever seen. But before he can give in to what he never knew he needed, he's got to figure out who she is... and why the hell he wants her so much.

Sofie's trying to solve a vampire murder. Problem. Her new partner's utterly irresistible, but he asks far too many questions. Finn can't help noticing for someone who doesn't believe in the paranormal, Sofie goes to extraordinary lengths to avoid full moons, silver, and any mention of lone wolves.

When Paige wakes up with the worst love-bite of her life, there's only one person she can turn to for help -- her old friend Jamie. Rafael's never been shy about taking what he wants, and right now, Rafael wants Paige -- and Jamie, too.

For Chloe, human interaction is an absolute disaster. It's tough to form a meaningful relationship when you have the dating skills of a praying mantis. Alexius is about to find out when a siren says you look good enough to eat, she's really not joking... Fortunately, Alexius has a few tricks of his own up his family tree.

Sundown Investigations -- where all our operatives give every case that extra personal touch.

This collection includes the previously released novellas Never Leave Me, Duty and the Beast, Unholy Trinity, and Maneater.

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The girl lay still on the ground, her face and hands bloody, her dress torn. Nearby sprawled the dead priest, his crucifix half an inch from the hole where his heart used to be.The demon was nowhere to be seen.Reaver knew they never inhabited dead bodies. Which was why it was often his job to kill the demon host. The priest was clearly dead, and therefore no danger -- but the girl… the girl could be a problem.No. Not a problem. A challenge.Light rain fell in the clearing as Reaver ripped the crucifix from the dead priest’s chest, nodding a silent apology to the man, and approached the girl.She was tiny, barely more than a teenager by his guess. Her body was slim, the fabric of her pretty summer dress damp and clinging to toned curves. Her feet were bare. Her hair was long, dark, and tangled over her face, mixing with the blood, obscuring her features.She was very, very still.If she was dead, he was safe. Well, safe from the demon, anyway. The local authorities probably wouldn’t be too keen on finding him here like this with two bloody bodies.But if she was alive, then the demon could still be in her. The clearing reeked with the rotten stench of sulfur, and the crackle of demon energy prickled against his skin. The familiar nausea washed over him. Bloody demons.Reaver stood over her, looked down at the pale, exposed flesh of her throat, and held the crucifix ready to press against her skin. The holy symbol of a holy man, invested with belief, ought to burn the flesh of a demonic host.He brought the cross down.So quickly he couldn’t even see the movement, her hand grabbed his wrist and her eyes slammed open, staring right at him through her tangle of hair.“Hey, chica,” Reaver said, his voice loud in the silence. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”She stared at him, her dark eyes frightened and fierce all at the same time. Her breath came in shallow gasps.He repeated his words in Spanish. Then in French, for good measure. Still she stared at him, her gaze darting left to right, between his eyes. He made ready to let the crucifix drop onto her skin. One hand tightened on his gun.A sudden flash of reflection was the only warning he had before she brought a knife up -- where the fuck had she hidden that? -- and aimed it at his gun hand.For a long second he stared at her, eyeball to eyeball. She didn’t blink.He let the cross drop.Her knife dug into his hand, but her skin didn’t sizzle, and when he didn’t move to shoot her, she relented. A little.“You’re not a demon,” Reaver said.She stared at him.“So I’m not gonna kill you.”She said nothing.“So would you mind taking that knife the fuck away from me?”Slowly, very slowly, she lowered the knife. Apparently she understood him. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, Reaver holstered his gun and held his hand out to pull her to her feet. She took it, hesitantly, her eyes huge and terrified. But there was something behind the terror. A quiet sort of strength. Strange and intriguing.She was beautiful.She clung to his hand as she stood, her grip strong. Her skin was pale, the dark streaks of blood making her whiter still. Her features were fine, delicate, big eyes and high cheekbones. She had a pouty, down-turned mouth with a very full lower lip that did interesting things to Reaver’s libido. Her eyes darted about, hardly settling on anything, but he knew when she saw the dead priest. Her grip tightened to the point of pain.“Easy, chica,” Reaver murmured. “I’ll take care of you.”

She turned those big, silent eyes on him, and he had the feeling she’d understood and taken to heart each word he’d just said.





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Virtual Attraction by Kira Stone

Virtual Attraction
by Kira Stone

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-258-6
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Interracial, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Five stories of passion beyond the Virtual World...

Out_Houses.com. The hottest gay-owned interior design business in Northern California. When Paul joins the owners, Alex and Toby, at their secluded cabin, it's supposed to be a chance for them to work away from the distractions of the office. Instead Paul finds himself more distracted than ever -- and wanting to join in the fun.

Jaydin and Rufus have been together for months -- in VR. Today, for the first time, they are going to meet in real life. But sex in real life is a lot different than it is in the virtual world. No pose balls to jump on, no buttons to click. Just him and Rufus, and a first kiss that'll make for another sort of reality...

Andy is late for a very important date -- with Toby, one of the owners of Out Houses. Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting and decides to teach Andy a lesson by giving him a spanking. Not the traditional way to start an interview, but at Out Houses, anything goes.

A sea-side pier -- the perfect setting for romance. When Kyler's plans for seduction are thwarted, he turns to the Virtual World for assistance. He's planned an evening his lover will never forget.

Alex and Toby are great fun, but Paul wants a man of his own. Not just any man -- he's got his sights set on Andy. Which would be fine, except Andy's not looking his way. Is he?

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“Fuck me.” There was a startled gasp, then, “Harder!”

“You want it bad, don’t you?”

The sounds of slapping flesh accompanied the masculine voices emanating from the other side of the bedroom wall. Paul groaned and rolled over. His hard-on stabbed the mattress and he groaned again, this time from pain. It was gonna be a long, exhausting week if he had to listen to his bosses, the owners of Out-Houses -- the newest, hottest gay interior designer company in Northern California -- get it on in the living room every night.Especially given his recent, secret aspiration of becoming the meat in their cum sandwich.“Oh, yeah. Just like that. Don’t stop.”Must be Alex doing the begging, the little slut. Paul pictured him on his knees, his fine caramel colored ass in the air. Desperate for what satisfaction only his partner could give him.Toby’s deep bass rumbled in response. “Heh. No worries there.”“Oh, fuck. More. More!”Placing a pillow over his head didn’t help stifle the erotic noises coming from the nearby room. If he had to hear it, then Paul wanted to see it. Feel it. Be fully engaged in the action. Eavesdropping was a poor substitute for sating carnal lust. Last night he’d been jet-lagged enough to fall asleep. A drag queen in full voice wouldn’t have woken him. However, after spending the day shoulder to shoulder with his gorgeous employers, hunched over a work table studying a ream of concept drawings for a gay-oriented housing project, pinned between their two rock solid bodies…Damn. Rock solid. Just like his cock.He was never going to get to sleep as long as he had to listen to them fuck.Paul tossed off the sheet covering him and slipped out through the sliding glass doors onto the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. He didn’t bother to dress. Dense shrubs on either side of the isolated beach house created a privacy screen from anyone walking along the cliffs. The only people he was likely to encounter were otherwise… engaged.Two long flights of stairs descended from the deck to meet a short expanse of pristine white sand. Paul didn’t feel comfortable going near the water, in part because walking around in the dark in a strange, wild area had “potentially fatal” written all over it, but also because it took him farther away from where he really wanted to be. Inside. In the living room. On his knees. Sucking Alex’s cock while Toby pounded into him from behind.Like that’s going to happen. Face it, Paulie, you may be ready, willing and able to bat for the home team, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a chance to play in this ballpark.Paul lifted his face to the ocean breeze, trying to clear his mind. He failed, miserably. No matter what lust-killing thoughts he injected into his brain, his libido returned him to the action inside. Toby’s large frame, black skin over corded muscle, wrapped around Alex’s lithe Latino body. Fucking like bunnies.If it were just about the sex, he might have stood a chance at stemming this hormonal rampage, but Paul admired their internal qualities too. Both had high IQs and more ambition than a rookie Triple-A player after a spot on a major league bench. They were risk takers. Adrenaline junkies. And it was a good thing, because it would take as much guts as money to make their fledgling company, Out-Houses, a success.But if anyone could do it, Toby and Alex were capable of pulling it off. Paul wasn’t sure how these two alpha males managed to work together so well, or how long their partnership, in and out of bed, could last. Meeting them through their website had been a fluke when Paul needed help with his bathroom plumbing. They’d needed an architect though, and he was ready for a change in jobs. However, the youth of their business and their relationship made signing on with them a gamble. If they broke up, chances were the company wouldn’t survive. Paul chose to take the risk with them. It was hard to walk away from a dream job.And his dream of joining Alex and Toby during one of their lunchtime quickies.Paul relaxed against the balcony rail. Moonlight spilled over his milk white skin, giving it a silvery sheen. He ran his hand down his chest, following the thin arrow of reddish-blond hair to his cock. In order to get any sleep at all, he’d have to appease his woodie sooner or later. Might as well be now.But not quickly. Not something that would be over and forgotten in a minute like a quick jerk-off during a morning shower. Paul wanted to treat himself to something special. Something he’d remember for a long time to make up for the erotic ménage memories he’d have to live without.A few moments of deep thought produced a workable plan. He was no Olympic athlete, but he had flexibility and balance. Therefore, it was no big deal to put one leg over the rail, his thigh resting on the weather-beaten wood so his balls and asshole were exposed to the night air. He massaged his sac with one hand and pumped his rapidly hardening dick with the other.Paul had plenty of fantasy material, courtesy of his employers. Toby’s long, thick boner jutting out from between his legs, ready for action. Alex’s muscular ass being stretched wide, waiting to be fucked. How Paul would love to be the middle man, plunging his tongue into Alex’s tight hole while Toby stuffed him completely from behind.His imaginings were potent, nearly as good as being there. Or so he tried to fool himself into believing. It worked pretty well. His body was halfway to heaven already. Pre-cum leaked from his slit, leaving a thin, sticky trail across the plump head. Paul paused to bring a taste of that salty fluid to his lips. He pretended it belonged to one of his bosses as he lapped it up. “Mmm. Hot jiz.”Returning to his pulsing erection, he ran a finger around the head of his cock, spreading the sticky stuff around. Sometimes Paul dreamed of being fucked hard and fast. Sometimes slow and romantic. This time he wanted it all. A gradual buildup of passion until he hovered on the edge of orgasm, then fast, deep thrusts to drive him over it. Too bad he didn’t have another pair of hands -- or cocks -- to help him get there…

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And for those in the area, I will be at the Hyattsville Branch of the Prince
George's County Library in Maryland from 2-4 tomorrow. Janet Mullany, Michelle
Monkou and I will be talking about "The Business of Romance." There will be a booksigning
afterward. I have the Desire Island anthology from Changeling Press.

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Mate Marks: Thirst by Kate Hill

Mate Marks: Thirst
by Kate Hill

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-133-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires
Series: Mate Marks
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

While unpacking antiques belonging to Arias del Rio, a little known explorer, museum curator Malika Carter Young is stunned to discover a Spanish vampire in a sarcophagus. He's arrogant, gorgeous, and his fangs are an exact fit to the birthmarks on her breast.
Shamed by the greed and violence of his mortal life, Arias del Rio has spent his centuries as a vampire atoning for his sins. After years of loneliness, he has finally found his destined mate, but an enemy from his past has returned and intends to destroy everything Arias loves, beginning with Malika.

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Its bittersweet warmth coursed through him, yet it didn’t provide the sensation it once had.He rolled onto his back and stared at the painted ceiling. At one time nothing compared to the rush of blood drinking and lovemaking. Now the former was something he did merely to survive, and the latter was a mild diversion when he got the urge.Someone tapped on the door and Arias said, “Come in, Diego.”Diego stepped into the room and approached the bed. A short, slight man whose large amber eyes missed nothing, Diego was Arias’ oldest companion and the only person he’d ever fully trusted.“Will she be staying for the night?” Diego asked, glancing at the woman. He spoke in his usual reserved tone, his face calm and passive, but Arias didn’t miss the desire in his eyes.Diego loved women, but they scarcely gave him a second look. For centuries, Arias had told him that attracting women was more in a man’s attitude than in his appearance, but Diego couldn’t seem to overcome his shyness.“No.” Arias sighed, not even bothering to look at his luscious, dark-haired bedmate.“I’ll return her to the village before anyone realizes she’s missing. There’s already enough talk about you. If you’re not careful, the same thing will happen here as in Seville.”“I don’t look for them, Diego. They come to me.”The servant raised his eyes to the heavens. “Don’t brag to me. Other than covering our tracks, I have no interest in your conquests.”“What conquests?” Arias rose, naked, from the bed. He strode to the window, pushed aside the heavy black drapes and gazed at the moonlit countryside. “I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I’m tired of this life. Women either flee from me in terror or throw themselves at my feet.”“Why should you complain? They always flee from me in terror.”Arias gave a snort of laughter and turned to Diego who sat on the edge of the bed, his hungry gaze lingering on the woman. His licked his lips then parted them, exposing the tips of his sharp little fangs. Drawing a long, slow breath, he lifted his hand, letting it hover over her breasts.Arias’ brow furrowed. He almost wished that for once in his life Diego would take what he wanted without hesitation or guilt. The servant’s hand curled into a fist, and he lowered it onto his lap without touching the object of his desire.“I always thought this was the life I wanted. No connections or responsibilities. The power to chase my passions without consequence,” Arias said.“For someone like you, that’s what the blood-drinking gift can be.”Arias closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “It can be that way for anyone who knows how to manipulate others.”Diego glanced over his shoulder at him, his gaze sweeping Arias from head to toe. “You don’t manipulate them, Arias. In all the years we’ve known each other, you’ve never forced a woman or harmed anyone without good reason. You don’t have to manipulate. One look in your eyes and women want you.”“They don’t want me. They want excitement. They want the forbidden, to be ravished by a fiend.”“A handsome fiend.”“I’ve told you time and again, appearance has nothing to do with it.”Diego curled his lip and turned back to the woman. “Do you think she’d have come to me as easily as she came to you?”“Did you ask her?”“I gave up self-torture in the early 1700s.”“You were insane.”“I don’t mock your fetishes, and believe me there’s been much to laugh at over the years.”A smile tugged at Arias’ lips. He couldn’t argue with that. To alleviate boredom he’d tried all sort of sexual antics. Nothing or no one kept his attention for long. It was what made him an exceptional vampire, his ability to change and adapt. He never stayed with a partner long enough to form an emotional attachment. Only recently had he started to realize that maybe he’d been wasting centuries by depriving himself of a soulmate.Yet was he capable of forming such an attachment, or would attempting to do so be the most selfish act of his life? What if, after so many years, he was no longer capable of love? Had he ever been?It was a cosmic joke that he, a man who had no problem luring partners, had little capacity for love, while a man like Diego, who would give his heart and soul to a companion, had no powers of seduction.Maybe it had nothing to do with them at all. Perhaps it was a matter of neither having found the right woman.Even a decade ago, the thought of a permanent partner would have made Arias cringe. Now the idea of spending the rest of his life shifting from woman to woman made him feel older and lonelier than ever before.“Just a taste, Arias,” Diego said, his voice scarcely a whisper.Usually Diego slaked his thirst among prostitutes. Not that he was attracted to them, but he didn’t believe in forcing his bite, so he paid for the privilege. Such a gentle soul. Those stupid, superficial women didn’t deserve him.Arias came to stand behind Diego. He draped an arm over his shoulder and held his wrist inches from the servant’s mouth.Diego grasped his forearm and Arias felt a slight pinch as his friend’s fangs slipped into his flesh. Arias’ blood, laced with the flavor of the woman’s, flowed into Diego’s mouth.When the servant finished drinking, Arias licked the wound on his arm before it faded completely.Sighing, Diego picked up the woman and headed for the door.“When you return, there’s something important we need to discuss,” Arias said.Diego paused, keeping his back to Arias, and nodded.Once he and the woman had gone, Arias bathed in the lake outside the mansion. He glanced at the rolling meadows and the forest in the distance. Most of this land belonged to him, and he loved it. Yet even the beauty of this place no longer pleased him as much as it once did. He longed for someone to share it with. Yes, he had Diego, but a male companion wasn’t the same as a woman. No matter how much he cared for Diego, there were some things he could never share with him. Some male blood drinkers took pleasure in the blood and flesh of men, but Arias had never developed a taste for it. He lived and breathed women.He loved soft breasts, fleshy backsides, and warm, smooth thighs. He liked the taste of feminine lips and the delicate sounds they made when he drank their blood and thrust his cock into their hot, wet cunts. Of late the mere acts of biting and fucking hadn’t been enough. He wondered what it was like to enjoy a woman in bed and out. How did it feel to have someone who would be content to rest in his arms and share not only his body, but his thoughts?He stepped out of the water, toweled off his hair and dried his body, then returned to the house and dressed quickly. He walked to the parlor, lit a fire in the hearth and sat on the high-backed wooden chair across from it.

It had taken him a long time to grow up. Over three hundred years in fact, but he finally realized he could no longer go on like this.






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Koffe with Cream by Brenda Bryce

Koffe with Cream
by Brenda Bryce

Cover art by Kassie Thrace
ISBN: 978-1-60521-255-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

After moving to a strange town for a new job, the last thing Koffe Collins expected was to be fired. While drowning his sorrows in the café, things start to look up when he's approached by a golden god of a man and offered a job.
Unable to refuse the offer, Koffe finds himself not only working for Leo Deets, but also craving more than friendship with him. Can they manage a meaningful relationship while his former employers are doing everything in their power to discredit him? And what kind of secret is Leo keeping from him?
Koffe hopes he is brave enough to find out, and that the forces in play won't break his heart.






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Koffe Collins stared gloomily down into his cooling black coffee.

“Need topping off, sweetie?”

Looking up, Koffe saw the waitress hovering over him with the coffeepot. “Yes, please.”

It was a busy Saturday morning and Koffe spent several minutes gazing around the dining room. An argument broke out at a table of older gentlemen about the size of a fish one of the men supposedly caught last summer.

Koffe smiled at their antics, but it soon fell from his face as he returned his attention to his cup. What was he going to do? He ran a hand through his long, black hair and sighed.

It fucking sucked being fired from a job you could barely tolerate because the boss’s daughter wouldn’t take the fucking hint that women weren’t your bag. But no, the bitch had run to daddy and accused him of hitting the till. He’d never stolen a thing in his life, but here he was, out on his ass. He’d have to find another job soon, before his former boss put out the word on him.She’d told him she’d fix him for not sleeping with her. Well, she did. “Stupid cunt, as if I woulda slept with her anyway. I’m freaking gay for Christ’s sake.”

“That’s good to know.”Koffe’s gaze shot up to the person who stood next to his table. The man towered over him like a golden god. Golden yellow hair spilled over his shoulders and golden tan-hued skin covered his face and bare arms. Even his eyes and mustache had gold in them.

Involuntarily, his attention dropped from the man’s face to his broad shoulders and flannel shirt-covered chest. A big, barrel-shaped chest. It tapered down into a small waist and narrow hips and long, long legs covered in tight denim jeans. The pointy-toed cowboy boots looked well used and were probably very comfortable. Perfect was the word leaping into Koffe’s mind.

Koffe was tanned, but it was the toasted bread brown of being out in the sun all the time, while this man had a lighter, more sun-kissed color of honey. Wondering what his own darker-hued skin would look like brushing against all that gold, Koffe nearly groaned. He agonized over what the man’s skin would taste like.

Still caught in the spell of the stranger, Koffe’s gaze traveled back up the man’s legs and got trapped by the bulge growing behind the already straining zipper.

A deep chuckle jerked him out of his lust-induced stupor and he flushed as his gaze jumped back to the yellow-brown, twinkling eyes.“Is this seat taken?”

Come on, Collins, snap out of it. His teeth clicked together when he closed his mouth and managed to shake his head no.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the golden man asked him as he raised his hand to the waitress. “Coffee, please.”

“Sure thing, sugar.” The waitress returned and headed their way with the pot.

Koffe frowned. “Moved to the area about a month ago. How could you tell?”The man opened and poured three creamers into his cup, stirred it lightly, and lifted the cup to his lips, blowing on it while contemplating him. “Because you didn’t know about Kimmy James. That’s where you were working, right? The James’ place?”

When Koffe nodded, the man continued. “Everyone except her daddy knows she does all the men who come through the feed store. If they put out, they can continue working. If not, they get shafted. It’s why they import their labor. And why there’s such a huge turnover rate.”

“Sure wish I’d known before I took the job.”

“I bet you do.”

They shared a quiet moment as they drank their coffee. After a few minutes the man put his cup down and took a deep breath. “All right.” Putting his palms flat on the table, he seemed to have come to a hard-won decision. “My name’s Leo Deets and I own the parts store just outside of town. I’ve got a position open and I wonder if you’d like to fill it.”Quietly, he lifted his cup and took another sip while Koffe stared at him, mouth agape.

“A job? But you don’t even know me.” Not to mention, he’d been fired for stealing.

“Don’t need to know you. If I know Miss James, and I do, you won’t get a recommendation from them. What did she do? Say you tried to rape her?” Leo’s eyes glinted with anger and his features hardened.

“Nope, theft.”

Leo shook his head. “Doesn’t surprise me at all. She’ll say anything to get what she wants. Kimmy James makes it difficult for those of us who bat for the same team and don’t want to play ball with anyone who has low testosterone levels.”

Koffe stared at Leo in stunned silence, then burst out laughing, garnering the attention of several diners. Leaning forward, Koffe shook his head. “I’d like the job, but I don’t know if I should take it.”

“Why?” Leo’s eyelids slid to half-mast as the men stared at each other.

“Well, because if I did, I’d want to take up baseball and round the bases with you.”





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Dawgtown is Coming!

Can you hear the thunder? Can you feel the rumble? No, it's not an earthquake or a thunderstorm.

It's Dawgtown, coming VERY SOON to Changeling Press.

What secrets does Barkus, Kansas, hold when the cute and cuddly are among the residents?

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Unicorn Valley Collection by Lena Austin

Unicorn Valley (Collection)
by Lena Austin

Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-59596-897-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Lionel, one of the last Unicorn Valley Gryphons, is forced to choose his mate from among other shifters. What he doesn't count on is falling in love with the Werebitch Teema, who has a few needs and demands of her own. Lionel's foster brother Brolly falls for a shape -- and gender -- shifting Immortal, and Shadow, the future Unicorn herd stallion, loves an Elf. As if things couldn't get any stranger, their mercenary Unicorn uncle Jamir is falling in love with both Moontyger and the Dragon Li Chin -- at the same time.

Not everyone loves everybody in Unicorn Valley, but they try.

This collection includes the previously released novellas Gryphon's Heart, Stallion's Heart, Healer's Heart, and Moontyger's Quest.

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There would be no mate for him.

Lionel brooded on that ugly fact from the ledge outside his nesting cave. It was good to be home where the air was clean and the pulse of magic strong, but that didn’t change the fact that he would die, alone.He folded his long, bare legs until he achieved the meditative pose his foster mother taught him. However, instead of meditating, he put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands. The loneliness threatened to overwhelm him.

“Now there’s a dejected fellow!” The familiar voice eased the ache of loneliness.

Lionel turned to see his foster brothers Brolly and Shadow make the final few feet of climb to the ledge where he sat. After a lot of masculine back pounding, Lionel invited his brothers inside. They sat on great cushions made dusty by the long months of disuse, but no one cared.

“No luck in finding a Gryphoness, old pal?” Brolly’s human form was of a brawny young man with brown hair and twinkling brown eyes full of mischief.

Lionel shook his head, and felt his shoulders droop with despair.

Brolly put a comforting hand on his arm.

Shadow looked on sympathetically, his horn knob flashing silver in the morning light.

Lionel shook his golden brown hair out of his eyes. “No, no luck. It was horrible outside our magical home! You’d think in the sky, and as high as I fly, I’d be safe.” He pointed to a wound on his shoulder. “They’ve become more proficient with their arrows than your father estimated. Everywhere, the evidence exists Gryphons once were Outside, in statues and artwork on cloth they hang from their homes.” He pounded his fist into his hand in frustration. “But no real, live Gryphons anywhere!”

Brolly put his hand on Lionel’s clenched fist. “Will you let me look at the wound?” As a healer, Brolly was always courteous enough to ask if his help would be accepted. It was perhaps the sole serious thing about him.

“If you insist. I packed it with the herbs you gave me. It shouldn’t need healing.” Lionel forced himself to stillness. “I did miss the familiar tingle of a decent healer, I must say. The arrow came out of nowhere. I swear it! Humans are everywhere! Like ants! I almost was a pretty Gryphon trophy or rug for the wall!” He shuddered and remembered how close the arrow came to his vulnerable chest.

Brolly’s brown hand was over the arrow wound in a flash. “Now, that’s a vile thought!” Brolly’s distracted voice still held a measure of disgust. “I’m sorry you’d no luck, brother mine.”

The warm tingle of Brolly’s healing gift ceased, and Lionel breathed a sigh of relief. The constant ache was gone.“Why must I be one of the last of my kind?” Lionel complained. He studied the talons on the end of his hand. “I need a mate, damn it. Not only just to ease a lusty moment, but I’m one of the last Gryphons here in the Valley. I must make cubs if Gryphons are to survive.” He looked around his shabby nest cave. A female made all the difference between a place to sleep and a home. In his mind’s eye, he could almost see it. A nesting Gryphoness purring, games of Pounce and Tumble with the whistling laughter of Gryphlets, and the proud joy of flight lessons.

“You’re handsome enough to get a Gryphoness, too, if there were one available,” put in Shad, in the low tones of his kind. All Unicorns were soft-spoken, but vicious fighters when need arose. “The fact is, Lionel, you must choose a mate from outside your own race,” Shad pointed out, his voice earnest. “A filly or Vampire bitch won’t suit. Fillies produce single offspring, and Vamps tend to throw too many females.”

“I don’t want a filly, old friend. You can keep them. I don’t want an herbivore cluttering up my nest growing plants to eat. The very thought makes me shudder!”

Shad chuckled. “In truth, a Werewolf bitch is best since they’re prolific enough to produce litters.”

“But I want a real Gryphoness! The purity of my line…”

“Won’t continue without a mate, Feather Wit,” Shadow interrupted sternly. “As you well know, what form you are, you become in all ways.”

Brolly jumped in. “All she’d need to do is stay in Gryphoness form until she gave birth, Lionel. You know that.”

Lionel grumbled, then sighed. “You’re right. I’m stooping at shadows. I must find a female willing to give up her form for me. That is difficult enough.” He grinned at Shadow. “I will look among the Werewolves first. I would prefer a carnivore.”

Shadow manifested three glasses of wine that floated near the hands of his brothers. Brolly and Lionel grabbed up their wine glasses.

The sparkling pink stuff slid down Lionel’s throat like liquid gold. He toasted his elegant brother in appreciation. “May I find a bitch, queen, or flirtatious filly who can love me enough to fill my cave with joy."

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Executive Decisions: Research Only by Marteeka Karland

Executive Decisions: Research Only
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-162-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage
Series: Executive Decisions
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Aimee has a promising career ahead of her as a science fiction author. Her editor thinks she'd make an even bigger sensation if she sexed her work up a bit. There's only one small problem. Aimee's a virgin.
Darius, owner of Executive Decisions, is completely out of his element when trying to match Aimee with an escort. Not just any man will do, and he wants to make sure he gets it right. The only person he truly trusts with the delicate flower is his best friend and business partner Yusuf Abudallah. Yusuf agrees, but he has reservations. Not about Aimee, but about Darius.
It seems the untouchable Darius Faeman has met his match. But will he realize it before it's too late?

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"What's the matter with you, Darius? You're wearing out a path in the lovely carpet."
Darius merely growled. He had never been this agitated in Executive Decisions' long history. "Nothing."
His long-time friend and partner, Yusuf Abudallah, pressed on, like he always did when Darius refused to tell him something. "Oh, really? Is that why you look like a cornered jungle cat? You're ready to string someone up, and I just want to make sure I don't need to find another line of work."
"Don't be absurd." Darius knew he sounded harsher than necessary, but he had a problem he couldn't figure out. He'd never been in this position before.
Yusuf placed both palms on Darius's hand-carved mahogany desk. "Then tell me what's wrong."
Darius stopped his pacing and turned to Yusuf. For possibly the first time since they'd met, the Middle Eastern man looked supremely annoyed with him.
"Sorry, I guess I am a bit out of sorts."
"A bit?" Yusuf snorted and pushed away from the desk. He sat in a nearby chair and crossed his legs, his expression one of annoyance. "You're not acting like yourself at all. You're acting like a man in danger of losing something important to him."
"It's not that." Darius waved him off. "I have a client I can't match."
Yusuf narrowed his eyes. "This wouldn't happen to be the writer you mentioned last month, would it?"
"Of course it's the damned writer," Darius snapped. "Who the hell else would it be? I've been obsessing about what to do with her for a fucking month now!" Yusuf raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Immediately, Darius was sorry he'd let his irritation get the better of him. In all these years he'd been matching people with their true mates, he'd never come across someone he couldn't find another person for.
Until Aimee McAllister.
"I'm sorry, Yusuf." Darius collapsed in the chair behind his desk and thumped his head twice on the pristine top. This was infuriating. "She's expecting to arrive in two days on an island paradise to meet with -- and I quote -- 'one, possibly two, attractive, open-minded men who would be willing to help me research my latest novel.'"
"That doesn't sound too hard." Yusuf narrowed his eyes. "I can think of at least six men I'd consider for that job."
"And you'd be dead wrong. There's a wealth of information she doesn't list on her information sheet that could ruin any chance she has for happiness. All she's thinking about is researching a book. I'm trying to see the bigger picture."
"I've never understood your secret formula, Darius. If another woman came to you with the same info sheet, you'd give her a man -- or couple of men or eight -- to sex her up, put a smile on her face, and send her on her way with exactly what she asked for. Same with the men. What is it about this woman that makes you want to save her soul and help her live her ultimate fantasy?"
"I just know, Yusuf." He sat back and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "There are times when a man or a woman just needs more than a one-night stand. This is one of those times. I can feel it in my very being as surely as I can feel the changing weather of Mother Nature. This girl needs more than a research partner. She needs a life partner."
"OK. So what are we going to do? We've got two days to figure it out."
"I'll be damned if I know, Yusuf. I simply can't find even one man I'd trust with her. There's no one I trust not to break her heart, or her spirit."
"You make her sound like she's fragile. What is it she didn't tell you that's got you so worked up, Darius?"
"She's a virgin. And I don't mean simply she's never had sex with a man. I mean she's a virgin virgin. Even to the point of she's never been kissed. I don't think she's ever even held hands with a man before."
"Wait a minute. Back up." Yusuf leaned forward, hands on his knees, obviously interested in the problem at hand, but confused. "What kind of book is she researching?"
"Apparently --" Darius crossed his hands over his chest. Even he couldn't believe the situation. "-- she's a science fiction writer trying to turn to something a little more... explicit. She's planning on using Executive Decisions to teach her the physical sensations associated with sex while keeping an emotional detachment."
Yusuf snorted. "Good plan. If she wants to write for a men's magazine. Is she wanting to write pure erotica?"
"I think it's more like erotic romance."
"Without the romance? I guess she doesn't realize the emotional attachment that goes with sex and all things physical."
"I'm guessing not. You see my predicament."
"Absolutely. Tell me something. Is she a good writer?" It was Yusuf's turn to pace now. This was why Darius loved working with the Middle Eastern man. He took this job as seriously as Darius himself.
"I'd say better than average. She has brilliant ideas and her stories and characters are all wonderfully written, but her agent thinks she needs to add some 'spice' to the plot. She thinks a little sex is just what Aimee needs for her books to make the leap from good to fan-fucking-tastic."
"You sound like you agree, but I'm sensing you don't really give a damn."
"I don't."
Darius and Yusuf stared at each other a very long time. They both knew who would be accompanying Aimee to her research retreat.
"I'll pack my bags," Yusuf said without even pretending Darius might mean someone else, "though I'm not sure I agree with you on this one."
That surprised Darius. Few things did that. "What do you mean?"
"I think you've picked the wrong man," Yusuf continued when Darius would have argued with him. "Or at least, I think there is someone better suited for her than I." The younger man stood and left the room before Darius could question him.
Having set his best friend to meet the woman who had haunted his dreams since he'd met her, Darius expected relief from his burden of care. Instead, his stomach gnawed at him. This still wasn't right. He was missing something. Something important.
Something that could very well change someone's life forever.
But whose?

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Last Call Europe: Irish Creme by Leila Brown

Last Call Europe: Irish Crème
by Leila Brown

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-235-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Magic and Mayhem
Series: Last Call Europe
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Ciarran, an Irish traditional witch, has had her luck stolen by a vindictive leprechaun. Without her luck, everyday life has become a trial. And her spells are more like mis-spells. There's only one thing to do. Go to the Last Call Bar and order up the right drink.
Irish Crème: Only the extremely lucky need apply. A double!
Decllan and Niall came to Last Call to relax on the one night a year they get together. Neither of them expected they'd end up spending the night with an out-of-luck witch who needs their help. Luckily they're up for the job.

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There were a ton of little, and surprisingly not so little, green men in the bar. Well, not truly green but dressed in an abundance of green. This was crazy. Honestly, Ciarran needed to do something to regain her luck, but going into a bar just outside London on St. Patrick's Day didn't seem like such a bright idea.
"I know that look, Ciarran." Her sister, Aslinn, grabbed her arm and dragged her through the door. "Come on, I see a couple seats at the bar."
She took a steadying breath and followed her sister inside. She stepped up over the slight step just inside the bar but somehow the left heel of her shoe got caught on something. She tripped and fell into her sister, who crashed into the waitress in front of them. They fell forward in a tangled heap of flailing arms and legs.
Stupid, stupid shoes. She knew she should have worn flats. But no, Aslinn wouldn't let her out of the house without putting on something with killer high heels. Normally, she could've danced in circles with these bad boys, but with her luck stolen she was glad she hadn't broken her neck.
"Need a hand?" A deep brogue sounded near her ear.
She looked up into the sexiest whiskey-brown eyes she'd ever seen. His fingers wrapped around hers and pulled her up into a standing position. Warmth spread from his fingers into her hand and sent a lightning bolt straight to her cunt.
Hell. She wasn't here to hook up with the first man she saw. She needed help, and not the kind of help this six-foot hottie could give her.
"Thank you," Ciarran mumbled, then pulled away from him and followed her sister to the bar. Aslinn passed up the bar closest to the door, the one with the most people lounging in front of it. Instead, she weaved her way to the bar at the back that sat a step up from the floor. Ciarran grabbed a seat, focusing on the garish green decorations all around the place.
"I can't believe you just did that," Aslinn practically snarled at her, not breaking the smile she had plastered to her face. Her sister was a master at hiding her emotions.
"It wasn't on purpose," Ciarran whispered back. They both knew Ciarran had no control over it. Right now, everything that could go wrong in her life was going wrong. From the mice infestation of her apartment building, to the cement truck crash that walled up the front of her aromatherapy shop, to her misfiring magick and beyond. She was living in a perpetual state of embarrassment. She looked out over the room where most of the men openly stared at her and her sister. "Besides, you made me wear these shoes."
"What will you ladies have?" The bartender smiled and wiped the bar in front of them, setting down two coasters with "Last Call" imprinted on them.
"Can we see a drink list?" Aslinn batted her eyelashes at him. He pulled out a laminated list and handed it to her. She handed it to Ciarran without even looking at it. "What do you recommend?"
Flirting with him was all fine and dandy for Aslinn, but Ciarran needed something special. Something she was most likely only going to find here and only on St. Patrick's Day. She skimmed the menu until her eyes hit on what she needed.
Irish Crème, only the extremely lucky need apply.
That was perfect. Since she had no luck the best thing to do was get some from someone with luck to spare. She looked up and shook her head at Aslinn and the bartender. They touched hands when he handed her sister a drink and their gazes locked like lusty teenagers.
"Excuse me?" Ciarran cleared her throat. "Can I get an Irish Crème?" When the bartender moved to grab some bottles, she added, "Make it a double."
Aslinn choked on her drink, sputtering for a few seconds and coughing until her senses cleared. She slammed her hand down on the bar, and turned toward Ciarran. "Shit, Ciarran. Do you know what you've done?"
"I ordered a drink, a strong drink. And hopefully a really lucky leprechaun," she replied matter-of-factly. The bartender set her drink and a key down in front of her. She picked up the drink and swallowed a throat-burning mouthful.
"Actually, you just ordered up two lucky leprechauns... at the same time." Aslinn stared around the bar. "Have you ever been double teamed?"
Ciarran's heart dropped into her stomach, and heat spread through her cheeks in a mad rush. Her luck was as bad as ever. Any other place, a double would have been an innocent thing. "Maybe nobody heard."
Ciarran turned away from her sister and looked around. There were at least two dozen men forming a semi-circle around them. Ah hell!

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Nights in Pink Satin by Sharon Marie Bidwell

Nights in Pink Satin
by Sharon Maria Bidwell

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-237-1
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Vincent is a vampire of world renown, even if most people believe his story is a fable, but with age comes boredom. Seeking out new silk to line his coffin for his annual Halloween ball, he comes across a bolt of pink fabric. Curiosity leads him to a mistake that is about to change his existence.
Martin is a newly turned vampire and a lonely gay man. When he finds an extremely good looking and famous vampire in his humble abode, he's glad of the company even though he's afraid.
When a simple mistake leads to explosive passion, what's a vampire to do but look forward to a future of gay nights between sheets of pink satin?

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One push broke the lock. Vincent walked into the ground floor flat, shaking his head. So easy to get in, so much cover, a closed-in garden with no back exit. He grinned. He always enjoyed rescuing a maiden in distress, even modern day ones. He could sense no one inside, vampire or otherwise, so he'd taken the liberty of gaining entrance.
Vincent set the bolt of pink fabric to one side although he had plans for it later. He wanted to familiarise himself with the layout, see if the bed was... sturdy enough. Visions of spreading that pink satin out over the bed and rolling around on it filled his mind. The satin wasn't the only pink thing he wanted to spread. He never understood some women's penchant for pink but it didn't take much to get a grip on this woman's moods. He anticipated someone delicate and very feminine. Someone who wore sandals and carried a very small handbag. Maybe soft curls surrounded her face. Yes, as he turned in a tight circle and took in the details of the flat, he could well imagine the woman who lived here.
For the first time in a long while, his body responded to the images that assaulted his mind. His cock twitched though failed to harden. To attain that level of arousal he needed blood, to drink. He fully expected to hunt with the female vampire who lived here. They could share prey, their mutual act of fulfilment bringing them closer. Flushed with blood, they could fulfill... other needs. Maybe she would know somewhere suitable, and they could search close by, or maybe she had a donor. He had no intention of harming this young vampire's neighbours, or harming anyone. He didn't see the point in bestowing pain or instilling fear unless it was necessary. If he went about this right, humans didn't even have to know vamps drank from them, not if one got the seduction right. One thing you could say for older vampires was that most of them could teach the younger ones a thing or two about temptation, whether it was the luring of humans or each other. Vincent was looking forward to this seduction as much as the outcome.
Impatience welled up in him, and although initially he'd been pleased to find the flat empty so he could assess the situation, now he wished for the female to return home. Such eagerness surprised him.
His gaze wandered across to the bolt of pink cloth, leaning so innocently against the wall. Pink for innocence; red for sex. Ha! That pink was so vibrant it positively glowed. It certainly screamed sex.
Vincent paced, not taking in details of the room at all. His mind was awash with images. Even so, right now his... desires mingled. His sudden ache for sex spurred his craving to drink.
Pink.
His mind jolted back to that bright, vibrant colour as it flashed in the corner of his vision. At once, thoughts consumed his mind. Pink cloth, pink skin, pink folds, pink lips parted on a breath, a sigh... Vincent closed his eyes. In his mind, his fingers slid up the inner heated curve of bare thighs. His head descended; his teeth penetrated. Moans resounded, his and his victim's; they both trembled. His prey pleaded, though for what type of release it was difficult to tell. In the vision, his cock rose. It always did when his captive whimpered. A small smile teased his lips. It wasn't cruelty on his mind but an exchange of desires. Hell, this was his fantasy. He let the scene take his mind and body both. In the fantasy, he couldn't see the face of the person beneath him. He could only touch, taste, smell, and hear.
In his mind, they drank from a willing human. He would drink from either sex tonight to have that longing satisfied. One desire fulfilled gave Vincent room to consider another. He could put his teeth to other uses. He nipped, drew skin and flesh into his mouth and sucked. This time when his cock nudged willing flesh, it wasn't a hard brick surface he thrust against. He and his imaginary partner rolled in satin... pink satin, the colour of flushed skin, the glow of a sunset at dusk when he opened his eyes, the beginnings of a blush. The satin stroked, caressed him, like skin brushing against skin but more than that, more intimate than that somehow. As he touched his unseen lover, the satin stroked him, embraced him, moulded to his form, as if it were a third lover in bed with them. The cloth dipped into hollows, creases of his skin, folds of his body, tickled him like the stroke of a tongue. He rolled, entangled in pink satin, in soft caresses, in longing, desire, and ultimately frustration.
As good as it felt, these images weren't real. Frowning, Vincent struggled to remain with the fantasy. He hoped to make them real, but he didn't want the vision to end. Just a little... longer... Ah. There. Just there...
On his back, he let the pink satin play over his body. It waved and shimmered, undulated as though stirred by a giant breath. Everywhere it touched, it coaxed. His body shifted, floundered, wounded by desire, want, need, greed... Unable to hold back, he grasped the pink fabric, wrapping up his cock and balls, forming a tunnel with his hands to plough and furrow into, somewhere tight. This penetration had no form. Sexuality had nothing to do with his need for release, to scatter, shatter, to attain that heady peak that only blood and sex could help him reach. Climax...
Vincent opened his eyes. If vampires could sweat, he'd be sweating. He didn't know if he should be grateful or annoyed that it wasn't possible. His body felt overheated and there was nothing he could do to cool down. Nothing he could do... alone.

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Cavern Dancer Collection by Kate Hill

Cavern Dancer (Collection)
by Kate Hill
Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-153-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Length: Collection
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Blurb:

Cavern Dancers... Handsome, athletic, and powerful, their name speaks of mystery and magic.

Gilana knows she cannot afford to marry for love. Yet in her secret dreams she longs for one of the exotic divers she's glimpsed from the safety of her carriage. Still, she clings to her dreams.
Two men fated to love women who will never be theirs...

The Cavern Dancer... Jehf, half brother to King Tabor, must do what the king cannot -- get the new queen, Gilana, with child. By day, Gilana despises the man she has married, yet every night he fulfills her deepest desires. Just when Gilana realizes she is dealing with two different men, Tabor orders Jehf's execution. Only with the help of the mysterious Soothsayer can the couple hope to survive the king's evil plan.

The Soothsayer... Vlas Sascha Evgenyl sold his soul to free his brother from an existence far worse than death. For sixteen years the powerful Soothsayer has served an evil master, trapped by the power of a spell whose very use has exiled him from his own people. Free at last, he seeks the only solace his tortured soul has ever known -- the love of a woman he can never have.
Publisher's Note: This collection contains the previously released novellas Fantasy Flames: Cavern Dancer and Fantasy Flames: Soothsayer.

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"I suppose you're wondering why I've sent for you?" King Tabor of Julius fixed his squinty gaze on his bejeweled hand rather than on his half brother, Jehf, who knelt directly in front of him.
"I admit I am curious."
"How is your injury?" asked the king, the disinterest in his voice at war with his question.
Jehf's insides twisted with anger. Drafted into the war between Julius and the neighboring kingdom of Sun Isle, he had been taken prisoner, sustaining a severe leg injury that had nearly cost him his life and his ability to dive. "It's almost healed."
"Good. Very good. I imagine such an injury caused your love life to suffer."
The question took Jehf aback. He stared at his brother, who finally met his gaze. "Excuse me, Your Majesty?"
"It couldn't have been easy pleasuring women while you were in such condition."
"What does this have to do with --"
"Are you healed enough now to perform?"
"Perform?"
"Come, come, Jehf. A strapping male such as yourself mustn't be shy about such things. And, after all, this conversation is between brothers."
Jehf's curiosity suddenly turned to suspicion. Tabor hated recognizing his peasant relations. Other than the king's rare public appearances, Jehf hadn't seen his brother since they were children. Even then Tabor had hated their physical resemblance to one another, one of the reasons Tabor had ordered Jehf, unlike the rest of the old king's illegitimate children, banished from the palace.
Not that Jehf minded. He preferred the life of his mother's people, Cavern Dancers who had settled on Julius's southern coast. From his mother's race he'd inherited the "water magic." Although the Cavern Dancers were little more than slaves to Julius's Royal House, their aquatic gifts were revered by many. Cavern Dancers were able to hold their breath for up to an hour, diving to depths which would kill ordinary humans.
The Cavern Dancers were used to dive for the world's most precious jewels, Hell's Eyes. One of the world's biggest supplies of Hell's Eyes was located in the deepest, darkest ocean caverns just off the coast of Julius. The Cavern Dancers' underwater mining supported Tabor's kingdom well, even if the divers saw little of the rewards from their work.
"I need to know if you are fit to sleep with a woman, Jehf."
Jehf flinched. "Why?"
"You have served your country well, but I have one last duty for you to perform for the sake of Julius."
He didn't like the sound of this. "In what way?"
"As you know, next month I am to marry the princess of Minor Ives."
"Yes."
"I have no desire to consummate the marriage, but it is necessary that I secure an heir."
Tabor's reply didn't surprise Jehf. Though no one dared speak of it openly, it was rumored that the king preferred men in his bed. "With all due respect, what does that have to do with me?"
"You and I are so similar in appearance that we could be twins." Though Tabor offered a frozen smile, his distaste shone in his eyes. "I will marry Princess Gilana, but you will spend the wedding night with her, and every night thereafter until she conceives."
If the plan hadn't disgusted Jehf, he might have laughed in his brother's face, king or no. "I refuse."
"To refuse me is to risk imprisonment."
"Then have your guards take me away."
An evil smile spread across Tabor's face. "I had a feeling you would say that. You're brave to the point of being stupid. I also know your savings from diving for merchants in addition to diving for Julius itself have been depleted. Your mother is ill and the medical care she requires is expensive."
Jehf's teeth ground. It seemed Tabor had been keeping close watch on him. With each passing moment, Jehf hated his brother more.
"Do what I command, and I will see that your mother is given the care she requires directly from the royal healers. If you refuse, you will be jailed. And then who will look after your mother and young sister?"
"You're a damn tyrant."
"If I didn't need your flesh all in one piece, I'd have you whipped for that comment. What is your answer?"
"All right." The words left a bitter taste in Jehf's mouth.
Tabor smiled. "Don't look so upset. After all, your child will inherit the crown of Julius, something that you never could have hoped for."
"Something that never mattered to me."
"My servants will arrange your training."
"Training?"
"Though you are to avoid conversation with the princess, we must make sure you will pass for a king, should you be forced to speak with her. Of course no one must ever know about this, including your family."
Of course. Jehf nodded.
Glancing away, the king waved his hand. "Leave me now. My guards will take you to your chamber. From now until your task is complete, you will live at the palace."
"But my family --"
"Will be informed that you are serving your king. Remember, as long as you cooperate, your mother will be cared for. Should you cause any problems, you and your family will be executed. Do you understand?"
Jehf gritted his teeth and nodded. Two guards approached. One prodded him with the flat of his sword and guided him out of Tabor's chamber.
* * *Princess Gilana, dressed in her wedding finery, walked through the public garden in the center of Julius's capital city. Hundreds of guests gathered around, anxious to witness her marriage to King Tabor. It seemed they were far more excited about it than she was. Still, part of her duty was to ensure prosperity for her kingdom. Marriage to a man as powerful as Tabor would do just that. Not that her land of Minor Ives wasn't a force to be reckoned with, but once she inherited the throne, Minor Ives and Julius would unite. Under the joint rule of her and her husband, their lands would become one of the largest, strongest forces in the world.
Gazing toward the fountain of the chief god and goddess where Tabor stood with the priest, she wished she felt differently about the king. It would have been nice to at least like her husband. She knew better than to ask for love. Love was reserved for those without political responsibilities.
Tall and slim, with thick chestnut hair, Tabor was considered attractive by most women. Gilana found him a bit too arrogant and his gestures almost effeminate. Not that effeminate men offended her; she simply didn't relish the idea of marrying one.
When she reached the fountain, the priest smiled slightly in greeting while Tabor examined the delicate lace decorating his shirtsleeve. He squinted badly, making his rather small, close-set eyes appear unattractive. If not for his eyes, he might have been handsome.
Gilana was thankful that wedding ceremonies in Julius were short.
The crowd fell silent when the priest held up a small silver bowl and began speaking. "On this day, Tabor Bradley Garrad and Gilana Francine Kees will join for life. Under the protection of the all-seeing god and goddess, they will love one another. Honesty and respect will prevail over any temptation which may threaten their happiness."
Gilana tried to catch Tabor's gaze, but he was staring blankly across the garden, so she turned her full attention to the priest.
"To purify themselves and begin a fresh life together, they will drink from the sacred fountain."
The priest offered the bowl to Tabor who filled it and drank. As ritual demanded, he then held the bowl to her lips.
As she sipped, she glanced at him again, thinking how beautiful the ceremony could have been, had they actually shared the love the priest had spoken of.
The priest took back the bowl and said, "Do you, Gilana, accept Tabor as your husband, to love as purely as the goddess loves the god?"
"I do."
"Do you, Tabor, accept Gilana as your wife, to love as purely as the god loves the goddess?"
Tabor covered his lips with a delicate hand to stifle his yawn before he replied, "I do."
"You are now wed."
Gilana tried to smile at her new husband as she stepped forward, expecting the traditional wedding kiss. Turning abruptly, Tabor, followed by two of his guards, exited down the pathway leading out of the garden.
Drawing a deep breath, Gilana glanced around, noticing that many of the guests looked as surprised as she felt. His insult enraged her. One of Gilana's flaws was her horrible temper. In her youth, her instructors had tried to curb it, but when something angered her, Gilana's wrath was almost uncontrollable.
If Tabor thought he could snub her like this, she would make him pay. She wouldn't say a word to him at the wedding banquet.
* * *An hour later, Gilana's anger had reached a dangerous peak. Her plan to ignore Tabor throughout the meal failed because he didn't so much as glance at her. The man looked thoroughly bored with the entire feast, especially with his bride.
Finally he stood and turned to one of his guards. "I've had enough of this. I require time alone."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Tabor turned to Gilana. "I will see you in your chamber in half an hour."
"You think so, Your Majesty?" she said through clenched teeth. "After you ignore me you believe I will crawl obediently into your bed?"
He curled his lip, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Yes, unless you want this marriage declared null and void."
Gilana's teeth ground. She longed to fling her goblet of wine in his face, but she couldn't. Her mother and her kingdom expected this marriage to succeed.
"Well?" Tabor stood, squinting down at her.
"In half an hour."
He turned on his heel and swept out of the hall, followed by his guards.

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Soul Familiar 3: Fated by Kate Steele

Soul Familiar 3: Fated
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-117-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Soul Familiar
Length: Novella

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"Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat." In other words it's a sneaky, hairy little bast... um, son-of-a-gun and you have two options on how to handle it. You let it walk all over you, or you wrestle it into submission. Not that I'm into rat wrestling, but I for one do not intend to have tiny footprints all over whatever part of my life fate chooses to use as a doormat.
My name is Alex Layton and enough with the metaphors already. My lover, wizard-partner and soul mate Tyler Montgomery and I have run out of time. As decreed by the Council of Elders that governs the affairs of soul familiars, Tyler and I must now face a trial of magical combat. If we win, our bond becomes permanent. If we lose, we are separated forever.
With options like those, fate had better watch her ass.

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Screwed by J. Hali Steele

Screwed
by J. Hali Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-234-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Purple P. Rose is a brash private investigator. Her latest case has her visiting the city's seediest nightspot, the Mons Venus, with partner and boyfriend, Richard E. Rection. Their new case is full of surprises. Dick discovers he's bisexual and is worried Purp won't like it.
They are both unaware there's a new and sinister being in town -- Peter Hard, a vampyre who enjoys the taste of women and men alike. He's chosen Purple to be his. Ready to claim her, he uses his powers to coerce Dick to bring him in as a partner.
Their lives will never be the same again.

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It was the crack of dawn. Purple P. Rose woke up with a hairy one in her face -- Boyd's ass. Shit, had she had too much to drink? She couldn't think straight. Everything was askew -- even the view out of her ritzy loft's window. The trees appeared to bow and wave at her as she listened to the shower run in her bathroom.
What the hell had happened last night? Something about the new guy. She looked back at Boyd, who still slept peacefully. Purp gazed across the park and tried to remember. She did have some memories intact -- the worst being her partner Dick. She thought he'd gone soft. Maybe not. She shook her head to clear the clouds of confusion.
Richard E. Rection was a real son of a bitch known as Dick to his friends. Purp found she'd rather have no one else back her up in a tight spot. He'd done that last night. Warmth crept down her thighs as she turned over the pictures in her mind of what she could remember. She'd seen a new side of Dick. Flashes came to her in living color.
They'd checked out the club Mons Venus, a cheap strip joint on the Westside, as planned. The girls there were known to go all the way with customers. So, needless to say, the place stayed full.
Every nut-sac in town turned up at Mons Venus. Purp and Dick had met there last night to interview a bartender involved in their latest case. It wasn't their usual type of job, but she'd taken it for the money. Car repairs had left her flat broke, and it was the first of the month, which came too fast lately.
Her real problem -- so did Dick.
Now she remembered. He'd been the first to interview the bartender in question. Dick then disappeared with him to a room behind the stage.
After he'd left, Purp ordered her second gin and tonic. She'd decided to enjoy the show. The girl on stage had hair the color of a magnificent western sunset. The bush between her thighs carried the same flaming color. Red knew the pole she used intimately. Purp's panties were soon full of morning dew. But it was nighttime and she wanted to be full of something else. A hefty dick, a sliver of tongue, it didn't matter. Anything would do the job right now.
A tremor of premonition lanced through her. She studied the other patrons. As she looked around, her eyes lit on a dark corner table. Someone stared back at her from the table there. She could make out the outline of a body. Male. Smoke wafted around him, obscuring his face. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her pussy clenched on itself. Who was he and why was he watching her? It wasn't the first time she'd had the feeling lately. Shit, just what she needed -- the witchy stuff following her around.
Purp shook it off and felt her side for the gun holstered there. The wave of raw lust that slammed into her left her weak. Between her thighs, her cunt pulsed. She went through life horny, but what hit her now was hell.
Dick hadn't returned, so Purp went to find him. What she found didn't shock her. Not much did nowadays. She'd opened the door to the room where she heard thumping and bumping inside, and found him in a big wingback chair with his pants around his ankles and the bartender's face buried between his muscular Adonis-like thighs. Purp had never seen Dick in this light. Hmm.
"Purp --"
"Don't worry, Dick. I like what I see." Did she like it?
Dick's joy stick, as she called it, was huge. A broadsword. He knew how to wield it, too. Most of the time. Purple spent many nights with it stuffed in her goody basket. There, at least something brought a smile to her face.
They'd shared women before, but this was something different. Excitement blossomed in her chest. She watched the jubilation written on Dick's face, and processed this new information about him.

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