Monday, August 31, 2009

Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

Congratulations to our authors!

New Review - SEX, CHOCOLATE, VIDEOTAPE - Mary Winter

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


Mary Winter gives us a totally erotic romance with a unique form of shifter.  This is one of those stories that reinforces the concept that good things can come in any kind of package!


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ sexchocolatewint er.htm


New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: FAERY DUST - Mina Carter

Five Hearts from the Romance Studio


Mina Carter writes a tantalizing tale. It's fun to see the way the author develops their characters and their night of lust with some interesting additions to the boudoir. This is a well told tale that's a lot of fun to read.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ faerydustcarter. htm


New Review - BONNIE AND CLIVE - Kate Hill

Five Hearts from The Romance Studio


Kate Hill pens a great love story between two people who know they have great sex in common. Each character is lovingly built amidst some great eroticism.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ bonnieclivehill. htm


New Review - BAD ANGELS: BURN - Belinda McBride

Five Hearts from Love Romances & More

I loved this book because it started off with a bang! This is a must read! Hold on to your hat, this story burned me in the best way.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 08/bad-angels- burn-by-belinda- mcbride.html


New Review - BLOOD AND FIRE - Mychael Black

Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed


.a deeply sensual and seductive tale.  Blood and Fire oozes sexual tension making this a great page turner with a fun, kick ass ending.


http://www.joyfully reviewed. com/reviews/ Aug09/bloodandfi re.MB.html



Myths and Legends by Judy Mays

Myths and Legends (Collection)
by Judy Mays

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-230-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Dark Desire
Length: Collection

Myths...Legends...What is true? What isn't?
Deep in the Central American jungles beings roamed freely -- half human, half cat. For three such cats, a jaguar, a puma, and an ocelot, life is easy and uncomplicated -- until humans cross their paths -- specific humans, humans who will need their help, their protection, their love.
Balam, Karak, and Raina must choose between the uncomplicated life denizens of the jungle lead or a life with a human with all its complications.
Sanika, Mireya, and Hans must also make a choice, one that is far harder and more uncertain. Can each of them find it in themselves to love a being that is more than human, that is half animal?
Myths...Legends...What is love? What isn't?
This collection contains the previously released novellas Jaguar, Puma, and Ocelot.

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The roar of a hunting jaguar woke Balam from his light doze. Lifting his head, he sniffed the wind. The big cat was heading away from the village. Good. He didn't want to confuse the inhabitants with two jaguars.
Controlling his own urge to roar -- to do so would only bring the hunting jaguar to see who was invading his territory -- Balam turned his head toward the setting sun. Time to go.
Rising, he stretched, extending each limb, stretching each toe, unsheathing each long, sharp claw. He yawned, then licked his jowls, sweeping his tongue over each curved canine. Looking down, he surveyed the ground beneath him. The branch where he rested was twelve feet high -- not much of a leap.
After one last stretch, he rolled off the tree limb and landed lightly in the underbrush. A peccary mother squealed with fear and hustled her brood away.
Balam ignored her. He had other prey to hunt. Tail lashing, he trotted toward the village. The priest's sacrifice would not have the outcome he planned.
As the sun set, a woman's angry scream reverberated through the trees.
* * *
"Release me, you hairy sons of Takom bloodfish!" Scraping her naked ass against the rough stone of the altar, Sanika squirmed away from the men trying to capture her legs. She jerked against the coarse, braided rope that bound her wrists above her head. Sweat caused by the heat from the torches and heavy humidity in the air beaded on her forehead and between her naked breasts.
The odor of pungent incense hovered over the flat top of the hill.
"Fucking bitch. You will not ruin my sacrifice," the priest growled through gritted teeth. Then, to the larger of his assistants, "Lie on her if you must. Keep her still!"
The muscular body of the older acolyte fell across her waist, and the acrid stench of unwashed man mixed with the scent of the incense.
Cruel fingers pinched the tender skin on the inside of her thigh. "Where's the girl?"
Gagging, Sanika spat, "You'll never get your filthy hands on her. She will not be subjected to your bloodthirsty perversions. I'll never tell you where she is."
A faint roar echoed from beneath the trees. Somewhere, a jaguar hunted.
His glance toward the darkening jungle earned the youngest acolyte a blow from her heel on the fleshy part of his shoulder. Grimacing, he rubbed it and said, "She speaks the truth, Dloto. We can't get the girl prepared in time now. What will we do? The gods demand a sacrifice."
A fat hand slapped Sanika's thigh against rough stone. "Goddess whore. You'll take the place of the girl you released."
Sanika kicked at him, momentarily freeing her foot. "I'm a consecrated priestess. The people won't allow it."
Sneering, Dloto pinched her again. "Do you think they'll care? The rains haven't come. Their crops are more important to them than you are. Besides, what more fitting sacrifice is there than a priestess?"
A loud oof burst from Dloto's mouth when her foot connected with his soft belly. The fat priest released her and doubled over. "Bitch. Guaar! Ruderr! Tie the fucking slut down."
Monotone chanting wafted up the cone-shaped hill from the crowd surrounding its base. Deep, rhythmic beating from the drums joined in.
The chanting grew louder as Sanika jerked her hands against her bonds. If she could roll off the side of the altar, maybe she could get free. Sticky moisture trickled down her arms.
Vicious fingers stabbed between her legs and buried themselves inside of her.
Shocked, she froze.
"Tie her down now!" Dloto commanded as he twisted his fingers.
Sanika's internal muscles shuddered when a fingernail scraped delicate flesh as she tried to jerk her hips away. Her legs were jerked apart and tied down.
The priest dug his fingers deeper.
Clenching her teeth against Dloto's painful probing, she sneered, "Get your hands off me!"
Leering down at her, Dloto ignored her command and shoved a third finger inside of her, twisting, turning, pumping. "Do you like how that feels? You, who have dedicated yourself to the pleasures of the body," he spat. "You are nothing more than a prostitute, one who has misled the people with your false teachings. The goddess's priestesses spread their thighs for any man who asks."
Dloto slid his fingers from her body and began to massage her clit.
Shocked at the sudden change, Sanika gritted her teeth against a moan. His touch had become gentle, enticing.
Dloto's leer became an evil chuckle. "Do you like being fucked, Priestess? You enjoy having a man's cock buried inside of you. It's what you've been trained for."
Stomach muscles contracting, Sanika glared at him, refusing to answer his taunts.
"You must like being fucked considering you will spread your legs for any man who comes into the temple." The priest grinned. "You'll die as you lived, Priestess. My acolytes and I will all fuck you before you're sacrificed."
Closing her eyes, Sanika bit her lip. The priest's fingers continued to caress and tease. She felt moisture trickle.
No! This couldn't be! Her body could not betray her, not with this, this pig.
"You're getting wet." Chuckling, Dloto smoothed her moisture along her hairless mons. "Your body is so well-trained, responding to my slightest touch. Tell me, Priestess, do you like being dominated, tied down to be fucked? Made prisoner to the desires of men?" He picked up his blue sacrificial knife of volcanic glass and trailed the dull side down Sanika's body. "My touch excites you. Your body hungers for my cock. Will you enjoy having my cock rammed into your tight ass?"
Sanika spit in his face.
The villagers at the base of the hill began to stamp their feet and sway. The drums grew louder.
Again, the roar of the jaguar echoed from the jungle. It hunted closer.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sex and Chocolate: Chocolate Covered Cheri by Marteeka Karland

Sex and Chocolate: Chocolate Covered Cheri
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-288-3
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): BBW
Series: Sex and Chocolate
Length: Novella

Jedadiah Blackheart has had one thing on his mind since the company Christmas party and that's getting his assistant, Cheri Dodson, armpit deep in a vat of chocolate so he can lick it all off. When his company lands the Choco Chocolate campaign, Jedadiah finds a way to live out his ultimate fantasy.
Cheri knows Jedadiah is up to something when she sees his inner sanctum turned into a chocolate lover's paradise. And she's sure whatever it is, it's certainly no good for her.
Or is it?
Sex and chocolate is always a good thing.

Sex and Chocolate: Chocolate Covered Cheri
Marteeka Karland
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2009 Marteeka Karland
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"Well, I'm here. What's so urgent that you felt the need to bellow my name across the whole damned office?"
Jedadiah didn't turn to face her, but kept looking out the window, like Zeus looking down from Mount Olympus. Cheri just bet he saw himself that way, too. "Tell me again why I keep you around? You're certainly not very good at taking orders, and that mouth of yours is just a little too smart for my liking."
Cheri didn't hesitate with her reply. "You keep me around because no one else with my skill and experience will put up with you."
"And what is it, exactly, that you do around here?" Still, he never turned to face her. She really hated it when he did that. It made her feel like it was beneath him to acknowledge her presence by actually making eye contact. He seemed to only do it with her. Probably because she was the only woman around the office impervious to his charms, for which she was exceedingly grateful.
"I run your life, Mr. Blackheart." He did turn around then, a startled expression on his face that was quickly replaced by one of annoyance.
"You do not."
"Of course I do. The last time I went on vacation, I came back to find you'd double- and triple-booked yourself."
He narrowed his eyes at her. Not a good sign. That usually meant he wanted her to do something she wasn't going to like at all. The last time he got that look, she ended up on the auction block in a charity auction in his place.
"You shouldn't go on vacations if you don't like cleaning up the mess you left for me when you went. Now. I have something I need you to do. I've been working on the Choco Chocolate campaign myself."
Cheri raised her eyebrow. That explained a lot. "Why in the world would you do that? That campaign is nothing to a company this big. Why go through the headache of running it?"
"Because I miss the grunt work." He pulled his chair out and sat down, propping his elbows on his desk and lacing his fingers to look over them at her. "This has been a fun project, and I've enjoyed every second of it, but it's time to put my ideas into action. I need you to help me with that."
"Why do I feel a nightmare coming on?"
"I want you to help me with the commercial."
"What in the world could I possibly contribute to something like that? I know absolutely nothing about advertising. I make sure you are where you're supposed to be and make sure you send flowers to your mother on Mother's Day. I do not do advertising."
There was that evil smile she'd been dreading. Whatever he had planned, she knew it wouldn't be pleasant for her.
"I don't want you to help me come up with a concept for the commercial. That's already done. I want you to be in the commercial."
That startled her. "Me? I know as much about acting as I do about advertising." She picked up her phone and the little keyboard. "I think you need someone with different talents than I possess. I'm sure with some careful screening you'll find the right person."
"You don't understand, Cheri. I insist. Be here tomorrow at six a.m. Wear something casual."
"You can't be serious." This could not be happening. No fucking way. The only time Cheri had done any acting was in the seventh grade, and she'd thrown up all over Billy Grigsby right before they went on stage. She hadn't been able to say a word and had run away sobbing.
"I'm very serious."
"Oh, no. Absolutely not. Not under any circumstances." Cheri was starting to feel a panic attack coming on.
"Why? You're not afraid, are you? Little miss 'I'm-Not-Afraid-Of-The-Big-Bad-Wolf' couldn't possibly be camera shy."
Cheri cringed. It was bad enough he knew what the entire office called him behind his back, but he was taunting her. He knew her too well. There was absolutely no way she could show weakness in front of him, and he knew it. He was manipulating her just like she did him. God, she hated him!
"Damned man," she muttered and stood up, stomping toward the door.
"Don't be late," he called after her. As she closed the door behind her -- a little more firmly than strictly necessary -- she heard a sound she hadn't heard from him before. It sounded like chuckling, but she couldn't be sure. She hadn't known he was capable of such a sound.
Don't be late? Hell! No way she was showing up to begin with. Being in a commercial was not part of her job description.
Glancing at her watch, she dodged questions from Gillian and a couple of other secretaries, grabbed her purse out of her bottom desk drawer, then headed out. She needed a massage. If the Big Bad Wolf wanted to fire her, so be it. She was taking the afternoon off.
Truth was, she was terrified. Not so much of falling on her face in front of strangers. She was afraid of falling on her face in front of Jedadiah Blackheart. Cheri had always thought of herself as having the upper hand on him -- even if he was the boss -- but looking like a fool on the set of his pet project would seriously compromise her position with him. He'd forever see her as a bumbling fool, and she couldn't live with that. He'd make her miserable.
Deciding not to worry about it, she called to see if she could get in to see her favorite masseuse. She definitely needed some de-stressing.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Hot Tin Roof by J. Hali Steele

Hot Tin Roof
by J. Hali Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-280-7
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters
Series: Extra Cream
Length: Novella

Leron Wilder is a jaguar of the Kind species, big cat shifters infected with vampyre blood. Nothing has gone right for Leron since his best friend Jag mated with the owner of the local coffee shop. Stuck training a new cat shifter who's a badass wannabe, Leron stops by the coffee shop to seek his ex-partner's advice.
Corinne Nelson loves her new home and her new job as a waitress at the Coffee Swirl, and she's really hoping she won't have to move on this time. Life's finally looking up -- until the hottest man she's ever met walks into the shop -- and licks her hand?
Mating is not something Leron is looking forward to. Yet the minute he tastes the new waitress, he knows he's in serious trouble. She's a flavor he could find addictive. But she's not who she says she is, and everything's falling apart around them. He's starting to feel like a cat on a hot tin roof...

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The lot at the Coffee Swirl filled up fast. Leron saw Jag's Lotus right in front. He really did miss the guy. He couldn't pop in on him like he used to in the mornings, not with Barbara there, but he could always catch him at the Swirl.
"Now, the Lotus, that's a real car."
"Jesus Christ, get the fuck out of my car, Trent. You better pray Jag will take your ass back to the compound."
"I'll ride with him because you're in a pissy mood."
Leron stepped from the car and slammed the door shut, wincing at the force he used. He bounded up the steps, taking two at a time. He walked inside and saw Jag's head come up immediately in the booth where they usually sat.
"Hey, man. How you been? Trent, what's up?" Jag looked happy as hell to see him and that improved Leron's mood a little.
"Stopped by to catch up, check on how you're doing."
"He misses you," Trent chimed in.
Leron wheeled around, collared the youngster, and slammed him against the plate glass window. His temper was on a short fuse today. His claws had begun to emerge when he heard Barbara's voice. "Let him go, Leron."
Shit. He brushed his hand down the front of Trent's tee. "Just straightening the kid up a bit. He's sloppy." A hiss whistled past his teeth. "Sorry, Barb."
"I'll get you a coffee, you go talk to Jag. By the way, he misses you too." She grinned and went behind the counter. She'd made him happy. Leron had started to feel like a girly-man pining away for the company of his best friend. It was good to know his buddy felt the same way.
He flopped into the seat across from Jag and grinned at the cat.
"Kid getting on your nerves?"
"He's everywhere, always into something. Thinks he's a badass."
The door to the back of the shop opened, and Leron glanced up. His nostrils flared at the magnificent smell that assailed him. Citrus, which reminded him of oranges.
Long, honey-colored hair flew in a spray around slender shoulders as the woman spun with a tray in her hand. He caught his breath and held it. Christ, she was tall. The most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Hazel eyes glanced across the room and locked with his. A whoosh of air left his mouth on a moan.
"Easy, big guy," Jag said, following the direction of his eyes.
"Who is she?"
"Corinne. Cory Nelson. Things picked up a bit so Barb hired her. She's new in town and needed a job."
"Where's she from?"
"I could ask Barb. Why?"
Leron faced Jag. "No particular reason." His heart beat like a drum. Her scent wafted across the room and teased him. The day had just gotten better. He rolled his head around, but the muscles remained tight. His fangs tingled. This wasn't a feeling he liked. Damn, maybe the guy he fed from that morning did drugs or something.
"Leron, you okay?"
"I don't know. Lately I've been a little distracted. That's all. Want to get together at the compound tonight? A bunch of us are going to hang out."
"Sure. I've been meaning to come by anyway. I'll let Barb know." The joy that lit Jag's face was pathetic. Leron hoped he never got pussy whipped like that.
"Here's your black coffee." It was her. The silken sound of her voice slid right down to his cock. As she was putting his cup on the table, he tried to touch her hand. She pulled away and the hot liquid sloshed over the side and burned her hand. The cup rattled in the saucer and tilted over. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry."
Leron spoke quickly. "It was my fault. Are you okay? Let me look." An angry red blister had already formed on the back of her hand. His cat instincts took over and he brought her hand to his mouth and began to lick the red welt. His tongue lapped at her like she was today's special. He had lost his mind and didn't know where the fuck to find it.
Her body trembled and she tried to pull her hand back. "Mister..."
"Let her go."
Jag's tone was soft and non-threatening, but Leron saw red. Best friend be damned. He had no right to tell Leron he couldn't touch her. Suddenly, some sense came back to him. "Cory, right? I'm sorry... I..." He never got to finish. She left so fast, his head spun. He watched her tight ass move away down the aisle. Son of a bitch!
Confusion rained down on him. His heart beat out of control, his lungs were full of her scent, and his dick was ready to explode. The taste on his tongue was divine. He heard Jag's laugh from a million miles away. "What?" The sound of the swinging door to the back drew his attention. Barb stormed their way. Hell.
Jag said, "You're in for it now."
She stopped at the table, and her brow quirked up. He looked down at the spilled mess still there. "Look, you can't come in here and lick my employees. Keep that catty stuff outside. And you," she wheeled around to Jag, "are no better. Why didn't you stop him?"
"For the same reason he couldn't stop me when I wanted you."
Leron's head snapped up, and he looked from one to the other with his jaw hung open. Sometimes their blood bond was a pain in the ass. "No way, dude. No. Fucking. Way."
"Way, very much way. You just licked your mate's hand." Jag laughed again and Barb joined him.
Aww, Jesus Christ!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Wild Thing by Lena Austin

Wild Thing
by Lena Austin

cover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-273-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Coyotes of Yellowstone

When Dr. Lee Porter returns to his old family homestead for some much-needed R&R from the fugue states that have plagued him and ruined his career as a professor of geology, he finds a sick feral man in the barn one cold night, and nurses him back to health. The attraction once Will recovers is mutual, but Will is more feral than Lee thinks.

Will loves his new packmate, even if the poor human can't grasp what being a pack member means. Then, when Will witnesses what really happens during one of Lee's fugues, he knows it's much worse than Lee thinks. He's shifter sick, and must embrace his heritage as a shifter of an unknown type, and learn to live as a Wild Thing. Or he will die... possibly in the jaws of his lover.


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The coyote thrashed in the dirt, the infection raging through his body. He no longer knew or cared about anything but the heat of the fever alternately boiling him alive or freezing the marrow of his bones. His vision narrowed to a single focus -- crawl away to die, somewhere far from his beloved pack. It was the last bit of love he could give his pack-mates while they were out hunting, following the new Pack Leader who'd already given them so much.
Will. His name was Will. It meant resolve and determination. Yes, that was what he had. Throughout the nightmares cause by his fever, Will crawled away, one paw in front of the other. He was surprised when the sun rose, and for a time he slept in the shade, wishing he remembered why he needed to leave. All he knew was the burning in his body, and the pain of the wound that had swollen on his thigh.
Somewhere in the middle of his dreams, the sun set again, and the cool night brought him no relief. Left with no choice but to keep breathing, he only remembered the imperative to go as far from the pack as he could crawl before he died. Since he hadn't died yet, he kept putting one paw in front of the other before dragging his body or actually managing a few minutes of a staggering run. Time had no meaning, only the bright light of the sun followed by the blind darkness of night.
Finally, his nose hit something that smelled both different and familiar. It was a pillar of wood that was not a tree, but something called "fence." Vaguely, he remembered fences. His fevered brain recalled the taste of flesh from animals that had never run free, but the thought of meat only brought him to the awareness of thirst and a wish to find some of the special grass that made a coyote throw up in hopes of feeling better. He could smell water, and it wasn't far.
By the time he shivered in the darkness of night once more, he'd found another wooden thing that held water, dripping from an odd protrusion rising from the ground. "Monkey things," someone he'd known had once said with a growl of contempt. He couldn't recall anything more. No matter. He fought to lift the front part of his body over the edge of the thing that held the water, and found it sweet to drink. Replete, Will lay for a moment beside the monkey thing that held water.
He could have sworn he felt every drop of the water spreading out, replenishing some deep need in the meat of his body. More would be needed, but not now. In fact, he was sure he would live, despite a sincere wish not to do so anymore. The darkness of death was more welcoming than the gloom of loneliness. Will was tired of loneliness.
"Hide in the shadows of the monkey place!" That insistent voice ordered him from the past he couldn't see clearly, and he followed the order blindly. He saw a hole, leading into darkness, that smelled like the delicious meat animals he'd eaten once. He didn't want any right now, and the smell was old. No matter. It was a dark place to hide. He took the offer of shelter.
A loud bang of wood on wood awakened Will from his half-nightmare sleep. Bright light flooded the man-place, but the little stall with straw where Will hid remained dark. He was surprised to find himself in human form. After all, he vaguely remembered crawling in the man-place as a coyote. Finding the straw and dark corner at all had been more luck than skill.
Will wished he had the energy and concentration to change back to coyote. Something -- probably a human -- moved around the structure. The steps were slow and cautious, with frequent pauses. However, the human's breathing was casual and calm. He was not hunting with bang sticks that made noise and caused death.
Will fought the urge to sleep and the deep lethargy that made thinking so difficult. He was no young pup. He remembered walking among humans. He'd even helped men for coins and papers to use to buy food. Some humans had been kindly when he had been in need. Perhaps...
The footsteps drew gradually closer until a handsome human male with night-dark curls and pale, sand-colored skin approached. His gaze swung around to follow a bright light on the end of a thick, shiny stick. The human's teeth were bared.
Will shivered before he remembered humans bared teeth instead of making happy tails, since they didn't have tails to express their feelings. The light found him and Will winced against the bright glare. He made no attempt to move, since he doubted he could manage more than a feeble thrash from where he lay on his side. He would live, but he was still too weak to move.
The human's eyes widened, but with the light blinding him, Will couldn't discern what color they were. Human eyes had many colors, like the plants in the Meadows, the sky, and the many colors of earth and rocks. Sometimes, they were even earth-colored, like coyotes and other proper animals, proving the existence of a connection to all creatures. Will had always liked to think it was true.
They stared at one another, each thinking their own thoughts. Finally, Will put his head back in the straw, too sick to care. Maybe a bang stick would be better than the pain of his wound and the sickness. He just hoped it was as quick as they said.
"Holy shit!" The human's gaze fell on Will's swollen thigh. "That's a bad infection! Hang on!" He turned and ran out.
Hang on? What was he to hang on to? Or with? Will shut his eyes. Vaguely, he heard more sounds. One he identified easily -- a car door. He liked cars. Riding in cars, faster than he could run, with his head out the window, made him have happy tails.
Running feet thumped on the floor of the man place. The human came back. Maybe with the stick.
Will opened one eye in time to see the human drop a red and white box beside the straw where Will lay. No bang stick? Perversely, Will was disappointed.
The man touched a shiny thing, and the box opened into two parts. A pungent smell emanated from the box. The human rummaged in the box and found a round thing that rattled like a snake.
Will recoiled, in case the snake came out of the tiny round thing. He did not want to die like that, with a bite that made one sicker. That was a bad death. He had had enough of being sick.
"Easy there, pal. Geez, your skin is burning up!" The human put a hand on Will's arm, but he took the hand away and shook it, as if he were in pain. He opened the round container and took out two tiny white things, like little stars or perhaps candy. He presented them to Will in his palm.
Will had liked candy, so he eagerly accepted the gift. Bitterness exploded on Will's tongue. He swallowed crumbs and shut his eyes tightly. His jaw dropped, and his face screwed up.
The human chuckled and patted Will's arm. "Sorry, pal. I don't have any water except in the trough outside the barn. The antibiotics you took will help, I promise. This field kit contains just about anything I need out there when working."
Pal. Twice the human had called him this. Pal was another word for friend. The human was willing to sniff noses with Will? How wonderful! Will returned the kindness with his best attempt at a human smile.
"My name is Lee." The human stuck out his hand. "What's yours?"
Will frowned and tried to remember what the gesture meant. He lifted his hand in front of his own body. "Will. Name is Will."
The human grabbed his hand and moved it up and down before releasing it. "Nice to meet you, Will. Can you tell me how you've gotten in my barn naked and sick?"
How to answer? Will didn't have words for all of the question. He could say some, but he was out of practice. He'd forgotten so many words. "No clothes. Burned. Sick. Wanted to die alone."
Again, Lee patted Will's arm. "You're not going to die. I'm sorry you're homeless because your place burned. They say a lot of folks choose to live as a wild thing after that."
All Will could manage was a nod. He couldn't fight the tired feeling much longer. For the first time in many years, he had a friend to sniff noses -- or the human equivalent -- with him. Maybe living wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press


New Review - TYGERS' LILLY - Marteeka Karland

Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed


.a sweet love story with a hot kick of sensual fun.  Fast paced and imaginative, Tyger's Lilly is a treat that readers are sure to enjoy!


http://www.joyfully reviewed. com/reviews/ Aug09/tygerslill y.MK.htm


New Review - MATE MARKS: HUNGER - Kate Hill

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


Chante's strength and humor in dealing with Joshi will make you love her, especially when she calls him "cat boy." A really good juicy story added with lots of humor where needed.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ matemarks1hill. htm


New Review - WOLF HUNT 1: URBAN WOLF - Marie Treanor

Rating: 4.25 from Book Wenches


.clever, agreeable and very readable. Rose and Jon are a well-matched couple. He is a combination of roughness and tenderness, and she exudes sympathy and intelligence.


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New Review - NOT YETI! - Celia Kyle

Four & ½ Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies


.a fun and thought provoking addition to the YETI series.  In addition to the emotional aspect of this story though there's great humor.


http://romancejunki esreviews. com/artman/ publish/paranorm al/Not_Yeti. shtml


 New Review - DAWG TOWN: PRAIRIE ROSE - Carlanime Bligh

Four & ½ Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies


A wonderful addition to the Changeling Press DAWG TOWN line. There are definitely sparks between Todd and Rose.


http://romancejunki esreviews. com/artman/ publish/paranorm al/Dawg_Town_ Prairie_Rose. shtml




Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press



Four & ½ Nymphs from Literary Nymphs


This book held me captive; I couldn't stop reading until the end to see how the two lovers would overcome each adversity that arose for them and I was never disappointed.


http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 08/bloodlust- nighttime- magic.html


New Review - SAVAGE POSSESSION - Moira Rogers

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews


Moira Rogers has put passion and romance in this story, along with humor and love. The sex was scorching hot. I have already gone back for a second read.


http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 08/temple- of-luna-1- savage-possessio n-by.html


New Review - BAD ANGELS: BURN - Belinda McBride

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream reviews


The twists and ending will have you begging for the next installment. I found Bad Angels: Burn more than enjoyable, thanks to the well-written plot and sensually laced encounters.


http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 08/bad-angels- burn.html


New Review - THE FIRM: ROGUE - Tuesday Morrigan

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


Kaelyn is a male unlike any Nicolle has ever encountered. And the sexual heat that erupts between these two is outstanding and well written. Another winner from author Tuesday Morrigan.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ roguemorrigan. htm


New Review - THE DRAGON'S QUEEN - Cameo Brown

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


Ms Brown gives us a fast paced story that leaves you breathless. if you like your books filled with good sex, drama, and humor, then author Cameo Brown has written this book just for you.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ dragonqueenbrown .htm



Monday, August 24, 2009

Last Call Europe: Faery Dust by Mina Carter

Last Call Europe: Faery Dust
by Mina Carter

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-286-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Last Call Europe
Length: Novella

Asharra De Silve, Faery Princess of the Terralien line, is getting married. The whole regal pomp and circumstance, the big white dress, the flowers... and it's all a sham. She's been sold off to the highest bidder as a virgin princess to save her family from the Fae equivalent of debtor's gaol. So she's decided that a visit to Last Call is in order...

Faery Dust: Nymph seeks a good hard fucking. One night to last a lifetime.

Deverell, Lord Hunter, is in town for his own wedding. But with a wedding comes a bedding, and he needs to take the edge off his appetite before he even tries to take his promised virgin bride to bed. So when a pretty little sprite calls for a Faery Dust, Dev's more than happy to show her just how wicked a dark Lord of the Fae can be.


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They'd sold her -- lock, stock and fucking barrel -- to the highest bidder.
Ash's teeth still ground at the thought as she sat in a darkened corner of the bar. She sat alone, which wasn't usual in a place like this but from the glances being sent her way, most people had worked out the slender woman wasn't here for the ambience and the snazzy decor. No, Ash was in here for a bit of pro-active payback.
Turning the menu over in her hand, she looked at it for the hundredth time, quite unaware of the interested glances mixed in with the cautious ones. She was used to being watched, being looked at, and Ash had long ago learned to zone out the attention. Not much to look at anyway, her mother's oft repeated litany echoed in her mind, only worth you've got is the blood that runs in your veins. Be thankful for that and try not to fall over your own feet and make a fool of yourself.
The blood that ran in her veins. Ash snorted, an inelegant habit which drove her mother to distraction. She was a bona fide Faery princess, not that you'd guess that to look at her. Just over five foot, plain brown hair, plain brown eyes and curvy… nothing at all like the tall, willowy beauty of her Sidhe mother. But then, her father's family were the mongrels and Ash's inability to speak above a normal level spoke volumes.
There were certain types of dark Fae in the Midnight Host who couldn't do a magical scream or shout, none of them pleasant and all of them way more interesting than Ash had any right to be. But the fact remained, she couldn't shout to save her life. And primal screaming? That was well out of the question. It was a pity because she could do with some of that right about now.
Blood, however, was the valuable commodity, considering her darling family had managed to auction her to pay off their not inconsiderable debts. Hissing in annoyance, she reached for her drink again. Vodka, lime and soda, her second, and she didn't plan on it being her last. Tonight she planned on pushing the boat out in every way she could.
She was getting married tomorrow to a man she hadn't picked, didn't want and was way too old for her. Like five hundred years too old for her. Why the fuck had her family decided to marry her off to some fossil?
Ash grimaced. She knew the answer to that one -- cold hard cash. Lord Hunter, Keeper of the Black Plains, was loaded, and with real money, not just the "Faery gold" of old wives' tales. The instant he'd waved a cheque book under their noses and asked "how much?" her fate had been sealed. Made no matter that the Lords of the Black Plain were a little nearer to the Midnight Hunt, the nastiest of the Dark Court, than made most modern Fae comfortable. Her family had still sold her.
Perhaps she'd get lucky, and he'd be so old that just the thought of sex with his nubile young wife would be too much for his heart and he'd kick the bucket, leaving her a very relieved and very wealthy widow. Not that she had that kind of luck. He was more likely to be a randy old git who insisted on fucking her every night. Ash shuddered in revulsion.
Draining the glass in one go, she pulled a face as the vodka burned all the way down. Oh yeah, she was getting plastered and worse. Her family wouldn't even let her have a hen night. As soon as the ink was dry on the contract, they'd locked her in her room until the big day. It had taken some planning and not inconsiderable use of her talent for illusion to get out tonight and make her way here, to Last Call.
Playing with her glass on the table, she looked across the room. Over the other side of the dance floor was what she had come here for; the Specialty bar. Well, it wasn't precisely what she'd come for, but it was the first step in the process of getting what she wanted.
Ash's full lips compressed as a muscle jumped in the side of her jaw, the only sign of her inner tension. No hen night? Then she was just going to have her own party here tonight -- an all out fuck-fest that left no stone unturned and no first for her decrepit husband to claim.
It made her wish she was a virgin still so she could find the best looking guy with the biggest cock and fuck him senseless, knowing she was screwing over her family and her groom at the same time. It would serve them right for selling her off as a virgin.
Ash snorted; perhaps her new husband would sue her family on the trade descriptions act because she sure as hell wasn't a virgin. She hadn't been since she was sixteen and her father's bodyguard had taught her all about the difference between girls and boys in the back of her father's limo.
She looked down at the menu in her hand again, scanning through the drinks for something suitable. She'd been looking at it for an hour, working up her courage and deciding what to go for, but so far nothing had caught her eye. There were drinks for vampires, werewolves, even one for the most elusive of the paranormal races, the valkyries. Nothing for Fae though.
Ash blinked as a line caught her eye. Faery Dust: Nymph seeks a good hard fucking. One night to last a lifetime.
That hadn't been there a moment ago, she was sure of it. There hadn't been anything Fae, not at all, but there it was in black and white.
Flipping the menu closed, she held it on her lap for a moment and then opened it again. Scanning down it again, she paused on the same line. It was still there. Faery Dust. Her decision made, she stood up, her eyes fixed on the bar.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Bonnie and Clive by Kate Hill

Bonnie and Clive
by Kate Hill
cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-281-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Length: Novella


Some days just don't go according to plan.
Jumping into the getaway car of the man who had just robbed the bank where she worked wasn't on Bonnie's list of things to do when she got up in the morning. Nor did she intend to fall deeply in lust -- with a satyr.

Clive Hornycliff is a supernatural law officer, on a mission in the mortal world. When his path crosses that of a human woman looking for action, he's unable to resist sweeping her into his world. Now he's got a new mission -- proving to Bonnie that no mere mortal can satisfy her the way a horny satyr can.


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The day started out as usual. Her alarm rang, she rolled out of bed still half asleep and hauled her butt into the shower. Then she dressed, swallowed a cup of strong coffee and drove to the bank.
To Bonnie banking placed among the most boring jobs on the planet. The same transactions day after day. The same people, coworkers and customers who only saw her work face. Deep inside she believed everyone put on a show. All people had dirty little secrets, didn't they? They had desires that were too personal to talk about, even with their friends.
Bonnie was sure most people assumed her life was just fine. She had a good job and dated when she felt like it. If she wanted a night out but wasn't in the mood for romantic hassles, she tossed back a few beers with her coworkers after the bank closed.
It was a good life but lately she was so bored she'd considered doing something risky like bungee jumping or swimming with sharks.
Then in moments everything changed. Just before closing time at the bank, a guy came in. Even if he hadn't been wearing a ski mask she would have noticed him. Hell, you hardly ever saw a man built that fine who wasn't into mixed martial arts or something like that. Tall, lean and dressed in black from head to toe, he strode past Bonnie's desk and she caught the scent of herbal cologne. A gentleman bank robber.
He had broad shoulders and incredibly long legs. Best of all was the enticing bulge of his cock straining against his snug black pants. She imagined tracing the shape of it with her fingertips, unzipping him and feeling his stiff, satiny cock in her hand.
Just thinking about it had her pussy drenched with passion and her nipples pebble hard beneath her conservative clothes. She squirmed in her chair, trying to soothe that frustrating ache in her clit.
Glancing around at the panicked faces of customers and staff, she realized she was the only one grinning.
"Everyone get facedown on the floor," the robber ordered in a deep, calm voice sexy enough to curl a woman's toes. "Except for the tellers. Stay standing and keep your hands on the counters please."
He approached the teller line with quick, sure strides. Strangest of all he didn't request bills.
Bonnie lifted her head slightly and watched him sort through each teller's coins until he finally took what looked to be a silver dollar and held it up to the light.
"Thank you," he said to the teller, bowed his head almost gallantly to her then ordered her and the other tellers to lie down behind the counter. No one was to move for ten minutes.
What kind of freak robbed a bank and only took a single coin? He walked toward the door and Bonnie lifted her head again. At that moment her gaze locked with the robber's and she felt as if someone had just dipped her into a pool of warm, scented water. This guy made her pussy flood just from looking at her. Her heart pounded at the thought of what he could do to her with a kiss, a touch and best of all with a long, hard fuck. Or even a quickie. Have mercy, she wanted to see that body of his naked. She found an almost odd excitement in this incident. Yes, it scared the hell out of her, yet at least it was a change from the almost unbearable monotony of everyday life.
He paused a moment. His sapphire eyes blinked once, slowly, then he shook his head the slightest bit, as if waking himself from a daydream. Her belly tightened. Had he been thinking dirty thoughts about her too?
The robber continued across the lobby, his long strides swallowing the carpeted floor. Then he exited through the glass doors.
At that moment Bonnie made her move. She stood and bolted toward the door in spite of protests from a few of her coworkers. It was as if a madness had overtaken her. This was freedom.
No, it's a good way to go to jail.
Even that thought didn't stop her. She continued after him, the pull almost magical.
It was dusk on an autumn night, so everything was pretty dark. This particular bank office stood on a lonely stretch of road in a rural town. No wonder the place had been robbed.
Around the corner she saw the robber sliding into the front seat of a black car. Without hesitation, she ran toward him. He glanced at her, a surprised expression in his eyes, and grasped her arm. His strong fingers bit into her flesh and again her heart skipped a beat. She'd probably made a huge mistake, yet this was the best she'd felt in years.
Excitement and arousal coursed through her.
"Get out of here, lady," he growled and shoved her away from the car. He slammed the door and started the engine, but just before he sped off, Bonnie leapt into the back seat.
"What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.
"Just drive!"
He turned and stared at her with those stunning eyes and though he still wore the mask, something told her he was smiling.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sex & Chocolate: Sex, Chocolate & Videotape

Sex & Chocolate: Sex, Chocolate & Video Tape
by Mary Winter

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-283-8
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Sex & Chocolate
Length: Novella

Tired of waiting for his "Gator Goddess" Sylvie Skylar, Remy decides to go to Australia to catch her on the set. While his batch of chocolate cookies gets him into her bed, his shifted form gets him into a made-for-TV event. His on-screen escapades outshine his and Sylvie's sexual ones. Back in the Florida Everglades, Remy's family is not pleased by Remy's antics.

Life for Sylvie and Remy won't be smooth sailing once they get back to Sylvie's gulf-front property in Florida. She's got to prove to Remy's family that she won't reveal his secret, and that the self-proclaimed Gator Goddess is ready to settle down in the swamp for good.


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The trailer door opened.
Remy held his breath. He listened, the footfalls sounding soft enough to be Sylvie. The door closed. Only one person appeared to have entered. Probably her, but she might have an assistant or something.
A soft sigh filtered through the open door.
Remy relaxed against the bed. Yeah, it was his Sylvie. His cock hardened thinking about her coming back here and finding him naked. He wondered if she'd have to choose which she'd eat first: the cookies or him.
A cell phone rang.
"Damn it. I'm not talking to you." Sylvie's tired-sounding voice held a rough edge. She must have silenced the phone because it went dead. "If we do three more takes I can get out of here and go back to Remy."
He opened his mouth, intending to say something, when she stepped into the doorway. Dirt smudged her face. Her hair had come loose from its tight updo, and her golden bikini showed off her toned and sweaty body. Her nipples poked against the shimmering fabric. Beneath the tray of cookies, his cock leapt to full attention.
Sylvie gasped. A huge smile spread across her face. "Or," she said with a seductive pout, "Remy could come here." She reached behind her head to undo the band holding back her hair. A gentle swing sent it tumbling down her back, and she sighed as she massaged her scalp. "Oh, that's so much better."
"Have a cookie. Chocolate will make it all better." He lifted the tray, giving her a good look at his erection.
Sylvie chuckled. "I'll be right back." She disappeared long enough to duck back into the other room, and he heard the lock click on the trailer door. When she returned, she pulled the string securing her bikini top free. A tug at her hips had her bottoms falling to join the top, and, naked, she strode over to the bed.
"You look good enough to eat," Remy said.
"So do your cookies." She grabbed one off the tray and stretched out beside him on the double bed. Closing her eyes, she brought the morsel to her lips. She bit and chewed, a low moan rumbling from her throat. "Oh, God, I think I've died and gone to heaven. You, naked in my bed, and chocolate. What are these?"
He turned his head and kissed a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "Gator shit cookies."
She coughed, laughing, and stared at the plate he held. "They're what?"
"Gator shit cookies." Remy held one up. "Because they look like, well, what the name implies."
Sylvie snatched the cookie out of his hand. "Maybe if the gator is sick. You forget that I work with them on a regular basis. Gator shit isn't usually flat, round discs." She devoured the offered snack and grinned.
"Should I be offended? This is my mother's recipe."
She laughed. Falling back on the pillow, she squeezed her eyes closed and laughed some more. "Then she should definitely know what that looks like." Opening her eyes, she picked up the tray and set it on the bedside table. "But I don't want to talk about gator crap. You're here. I've been busting my ass to finish this shoot and I have a few hours until our next take. I just want to spend that time with you." She curled into his side, splaying her palm across his stomach.
Remy reached for her. Outside the sounds of a set filtered through, from the shouts of orders being given to equipment being moved. Someone laughed. A car engine sounded awfully close. Wrapping his arms around her, he tucked her against his chest, loving the way her breasts pressed against him. Their legs tangled. Breathing deeply, he smelled the glorious mixture of sweat, sun block, and Sylvie's own unique fragrance. She murmured something nonsensical against his skin, and her hand swept down his thigh before sweeping back up to rest over his breastbone.
Her cuddle caught him off guard. His plan had been to arrive with cookies and invite himself into her trailer where they'd have sex until she had to go back to work. A smile lifted the corners of his lips. With her nestled against him like this, he could think about the two of them, back in Florida, lazing about in the sun like two gators.
The scent of them clung to her. Dipping his head, he sniffed her skin, camouflaging his actions with a kiss against her shoulder. Other male alligators, most likely the ones she worked with, had rubbed against her arms and legs. His cock swelled, a definite need building inside him to mark her and claim her as his own.
Apparently she had similar thoughts because her hand caressed a trail down to the root of his shaft. Her thumb brushed his length, and he drew in a sharp breath.
"Want another cookie?" Remy reached behind him to the plate he'd set on the table and picked up a cookie. He offered it to her with a smile.
"I'd prefer to eat you."

Friday, August 21, 2009

Shifter Sisters Collection by Sierra Dafoe

Shifter Sisters (Collection)
by Sierra Dafoe

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-248-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, BBW
Length: Collection

One's a canine. One's a cat. And one's a vampire who hates the sight of blood. Together, they're the Shifter Sisters, a hard-rocking band of misfits who stand by each other when the chips are down -- no matter how much the fur might fly the rest of the time!

Luna, the band's drummer and a werewolf by birth, has a talent for hooking up with men who only let her down -- until a sexy Irish songwriter convinces Lu she's finally found The One. But how are you supposed to land the man of your dreams when you really do turn into a bitch at "that time of the month"? And can you ever find love while hiding half of who you are?

Tori hasn't exactly had a great time with men, either -- in fact, the last time she let a man steal her heart, she went to his bed a virgin and woke up a vampire. Now, though, she's being pursued by a wealthy, mysterious stranger, and Tori finally has to admit she's tempted. But what is up with Drake Foster? One minute, he's charming and witty; the next, he's arrogant, demanding, and even sexier than before. Is he just one more supernatural bastard out to fuck with her life -- or has Tori, all unwittingly, found two new chances at love?

Furious that Tori got the man she wanted, Persia is determined to find a beau who can outshine even Drake Foster. Which won't be easy; he'll have to be handsome, suave, sexy, romantic, powerful -- and rich. In the meantime, there's young, luscious Billy Gruff, a perfect consolation for her wounded pride. But when Billy takes her home to meet his brothers, Persia finds herself with an abundance of mouthwatering choices... enough choices to cool even this keyboard-playing kitten's wanderlust!

This collection contains the previously released novellas Sex and the Single Werewolf, Once Bitten, Twice Shy, and Stray Cat Strut.

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The stage lights beat down. Everything beyond them was a haze. Lu’s sticks blurred on the drums as she drove the beat behind Tori’s bass line. She lived for this, the rhythm pounding in her blood, her body totally immersed in the needs of the music, her mind disengaged, floating, silent…
Man, she loved it when they did Melissa Etheridge with Tori’s strong contralto belting out the lyrics and Persia filling in riffs on the keyboard. The audience stomped, whistled, and burst into applause as Tori brought the song to a close.
“Thank you! Thank you, everyone!”
Lu’s leather wristbands kept her hands pretty dry, but the sweat was rolling into her eyes, stinging. She shook her head sharply, sending beads of sweat flying, then paused to push her shaggy brown hair back from her face -- and saw Persia sidle out from behind the keyboard, sliding the strap of her bubblegum-pink Stratocaster over her head.
Oh, Christ. Here we go again.
Sure enough, the all too familiar rockabilly riff sang out through the smoky nightclub. Lu scowled at Tori who rolled her eyes resignedly before picking up the bass line. Sighing her exasperation, Lu picked up her sticks as Persia moved to the center mike and launched, for the gazillionth time, into the Stray Cats’ signature song.
“I don’t bother chasing mice around…”
Persia’s breathy, Marilyn-esque purr invariably got on Lu’s last nerve. That shit was tired three decades ago -- but damned if the guys in the crowd didn’t still lap it up, wolf-whistling and cheering as Persia strutted and preened, her curvy little body jiggling in all the right places.
Those same men falling all over the platinum-blonde sex kitten never seemed to notice her, Luna thought. Well, the hell with them, anyway. Not every guy in the world was intimidated by her height, or her bulging drummer’s biceps. Some guys even liked them.
Rick, for example.
Lu could feel herself grinning like an idiot, but she didn’t care. While one part of her mind kept the beat moving behind Persia’s baby-doll croon, the rest was busy picturing Rick’s naked body, with his weightlifter’s arms that made hers look downright scrawny, his broad, ripped torso and thick, insistent cock.
Oh, yeah. That man could fuck like a steam train. And if she was lucky…
Tori’s warning glance brought her back to the present, and Lu realized abruptly she was lagging behind on the beat. Turning her attention back to her kit, Lu dropped to a simple two-click while Persia pinched out a half-assed guitar solo.
Jesus! Why couldn’t she just stick to the keyboards, for Christ’s sake? Not that the crowd seemed to care, Lu thought sourly. She’d seen Persia wrap men around her little finger so tight it was a wonder they didn’t squeak. And there she was, at it again, rolling her shoulders and fluttering her lashes, letting go of the guitar long enough to trail a hand down her plump little thigh as she sang the last chorus.
Lu brought her sticks down with a crash, then flipped them to feather out a hiss on the high hat as the male portion of the audience, at least, roared its approval. Persia winked and threw them a kiss as Tori stepped back up to the microphone.
“Thank you! We’re the Shifter Sisters, everybody! Thank you and good night!”
The stage lights went out. Lu reached for her sports bottle and squirted water down the back of her neck as Tori started unplugging cords and Persia, characteristically, wandered down off the stage to be swallowed immediately by a throng of fans.
“There she goes again.” Luna nodded toward the crowd.
“God damn it!” The raven-haired bass player looked up in exasperation. “Persia!”
Persia glanced back, waved airily, and disappeared toward the bar. Tori scowled after her, her hands propped on her slender hips. “Well, she better come back for her keyboard. I am not lugging that damn thing out to the van for her again.”
“Yeah,” Lu snorted, “you always say that.” Ignoring Tori’s glare, she stood, stretched, and wiped the sweat from her neck before starting to break down her kit.
By the time she had her drums and cymbals packed away in their cases, the house lights were on and Persia had returned with a trio of burly, grinning college boys she’d recruited to haul her equipment for her. They carried everything out to the dock and loaded the keyboard and mike stands into the van as Persia flounced, managing to look incapable of carrying so much as a microphone. Disgusted, Lu muscled her drums into the van by herself while the boys hovered around Persia like bees around honeysuckle.
More fools they if they think she’ll even give them the time of day.
Lu grinned. Persia was like one of those hair-loss commercials -- always promising way more than she ever delivered. But, just like the faux products the commercials advertised, the men kept buying, and buying…
What the hell was it about that damn chubby blonde, anyway? Not that she’d ever want to be like Persia! Yeech. The very thought made her hackles stand up. But still…
Lu sighed. It’d be nice to have a guy falling all over her like that.
Tori shoved her Fender’s case behind the seat, looked over at Persia with a grimace, and turned back to Lu. “You coming?”
“No, I, uh… I think I’ll walk home.”
Tori raised an eyebrow, then glanced out at the moonlight pouring down just beyond the loading dock. “You sure? It’s kind of late.”
Lu shrugged. “It’s not that late. Besides, I’ll strangle her if I come home now.”
“Be my guest,” Tori muttered, slamming the back doors of the van shut. “Persia!”
Persia neatly sidestepped her eager entourage as Tori slid behind the wheel of the van and ducked into the passenger’s seat. She waved gaily to the boys as the van pulled out. “Goodnight, sweeties!”
They waved back, grinning -- too dumb, in Lu’s opinion, to even resent being used. Jesus!
Disgusted, she turned on her heel and walked away.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

Congratulations to our authors!

New Review - TARTAN MIND - Selena Illyria

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


If you are looking for a fast-paced story full of interesting characters, loads of sexual chemistry, and the mystery of magic elements, this is one story you won't want to miss.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ tartanmindillyri a.htm


New Review - RESEARCH ONLY - Marteeka Karland

Reviewed by ParaNormal Romance


A sexy romp into every woman's fantasy. I enjoyed the story and the sizzling chemistry between the characters.


http://www.paranorm alromance. org/reviews/ review.php? id=31850


New Review - WERECATS AND WERELOCKS - Dakota Cassidy

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews


These stories are a delight, and I found that once I started, I could not put them down.  You will giggle, chuckle and even laugh out loud at the antics of these four women and their adventures with the hot hunks they fall in with.


http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 08/werecats- and-werelocks- by-dakota. html?zx=db9a2edb 192a1145


New Review - SENSUOUS - Aubrey Ross

Reviewed by ParaNormal Romance


Wow, SENSUOUS was a great read!  The romance between Tess, Victor, and Seth is red hot, and very steamy.


http://www.paranorm alromance. org/reviews/ review.php? id=31840


New Review - DAWG TOWN: HUSTLE - Anne Kane

Reviewed by ParaNormal Romance


The attraction between Kaylee and Logan was very sexy, and what girl doesn't dream of having a night like she did? Another great story from Ms. Kane.


http://www.paranorm alromance. org/reviews/ review.php? id=31839



Monday, August 17, 2009

Dark Legion Collection by Isabella Jordan

Dark Legion (Collection)
by Isabella Jordan

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-251-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Dark Desire
Series: Legion
Length: Collection

Darkness is falling...Things at Woods University are not what they seem. When Joey Sumner's roommate Maria joins the growing ranks of blazer-wearing supergeeks who roam the campus in emotionless packs, Joey begins to think she has a problem. Then Joey stumbles upon a secret ritual being performed on campus, and her world is turned upside down. Joey and her boyfriend Will are forced to fight for their lives against an ancient evil cult that is preying on the student body. To make matters worse, their boss is one of them, and his obsession for Joey goes way beyond thinking she has a cute ass...
Evil is growing...A year after the mysterious death of her husband Terrence, Ada Ross is still seeking answers. When handsome detective Eric Perfater comes back into her life offering a chance to unravel the mystery of her husband's demise, Ada is more than ready to help. She's also willing to throw off her endless loneliness and wantonly offer herself to sexy Eric in bed... But a dark shadow falls across their chance at happiness. Ada is a pawn in a desperate man's ploy to hang onto the past and take control of a secret society whose very existence threatens the entire world.
Can the forces of evil's hungry claws be defeated? Or will they all be consumed by the Dark Legion?
Note: This collection contains the previously released novellas Legion: University and Legion: Adult Education.


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"You're late, G.I. Jane." Will Martin winked at her as she walked into the lab where they worked together and pulled the backpack from her shoulder.
Joey grinned at him, a big stupid grin no doubt, but she didn't care.
With his golden skin, sun-streaked hair and powerful body, Will was nobody's idea of a geeky scientist. Tall, handsome, with a bold nose, a sexy mouth and dark blue eyes that could glitter with humor or darken to the color of a stormy sea. Joey had never seen such a perfect blend of beauty and intelligence in any other man. In the realm of science there was no challenge he wouldn't take on, no subject he wouldn't tackle. Even Joey with her very limited knowledge of virology knew that Will was well on his way to making a difference in the world. It wouldn't surprise her if he were the one to someday find a cure for the AIDS virus, ending the suffering and death of millions. She had that much faith in him.
His brilliant mind fascinated her almost as much as his hot, muscular body and that was saying a lot. How many times had she satisfied herself while thinking about Will? How many late night dreams had he haunted? The touch of his rough hands on her aching breasts always felt so real in her dreams, so good. She'd swear that the solid length of his body between her thighs, the sensual glide of his cock in and out of her slick, ready passage were a reality while she was dreaming.
Until she woke up in a sweaty tangle of bed sheets. After several seconds of swearing and sometimes several more seconds with her vibrator, she could usually get back to sleep. But not always. Sometimes she'd lie there and think of clever ways to ask him out. A couple of times she even meant to carry out her plans to ask him out to dinner, then maybe even ask him to her bed. But she always chickened out at the last moment.
Joey grabbed her lab coat from its peg on the wall and watched Will as she slipped it on. Will had no idea that she was totally infatuated with him and she was afraid to make a move. They worked together after all. He was a brilliant scientist. She was just a girl who'd gone into the army to pay for college on the G.I. Bill and was now a way-older-than-average freshman. Joey continued to watch him as he scribbled notes on a steno pad and peered into the microscope before him, his muscular upper body straining against the lab coat he wore. How could someone like her ever hope to get the attention of someone like him?
"That's new." Dr. Rafe Bowen caught her off guard. Hooking the golden charm bracelet that circled her wrist with a long finger, he pulled her arm up to scrutinize it before releasing her.
"Yes," she said, recovering from the start. "It was a gift."
"From whom?" he asked in his clipped British accent, his hazel eyes watching her intently.
Her eyes darted to Will. But he didn't appear to be paying attention to their conversation. Damn him! "My sister," Joey answered blandly.
Rafe Bowen nodded, but continued to gaze at her speculatively. Rafe was her supervisor in the lab. He was a handsome man with his chestnut hair and well-defined, cultured features. He wasn't as tall as Will, his build average. From what little she knew of him he was probably in his early forties but he looked remarkably young for his age. He could pass for someone in his early thirties easily. It helped that he was easy to work for and generous with his time. He taught several virology courses in addition to his research.
Joey had long suspected that her boss had more than a passing interest in her. Rafe would stare at her when he thought she wasn't looking and it made Joey pretty damned uncomfortable. He'd always insisted that she call him by his given name, though she never had. But he'd given her a job when she'd given up hope of finding one. That alone had made her first year at Woods University much easier than it could have been for a twenty-five-year-old freshman.
"Why are you two here?" he asked, frowning.
Joey exchanged a glance with Will and let him answer.
"Next week is spring break," Will pointed out. "If we don't run the analysis on the Aspergillus cultures now, we'll lose them. They won't be any good when we get back."
Joey couldn't help with the analysis, wouldn't know how. She knew that Aspergillus was a mold and a respiratory allergen but that was about it.
But the money sure would come in handy.
"What about tomorrow and Friday?"
"Exams," Will and Joey answered in unison.
Rafe blew out a frustrated sigh. "You're not staying long. I have to be at a meeting in an hour."
"We'll lock up," Will assured him.
Joey's heart began thumping in earnest. Alone with Will Martin? Oh, yes, that would be fine.
Rafe's expression grew darker. It wasn't like him.
"You'll leave when I do," he said curtly. When it appeared Will was about to say something else, he added, "End of discussion."
Will's gaze followed him as Rafe marched to his office and closed the door behind him. He shook his head, giving Joey a sardonic half smile.
"What crawled up his ass today?" Will glanced up at the lab's clock, prompting her to do the same. It was five minutes to six in the evening. "Want to get started on prep?"
Joey nodded and walked to the autoclave on the counter opposite the lab door. Pulling open the door, she frowned when she found it empty.
"Crap! Someone took all the instruments I autoclaved last night," Joey grumbled. How would they have time to do anything now if she had to sterilize more instruments?
Will glanced over his shoulder at her but didn't seem concerned. "Turner probably took them for his class, that lazy asshole. Just sterilize some more. We've got time."
Joey motioned toward Rafe's office with her thumb.
"Let me worry about him." Will waved her on.
When Joey hesitated he smiled, a flash of white teeth. Her nipples tightened to hard little points in an instant.
"Go on." He motioned her to continue with her work. "How's your French class going?"
I know all the dirty words. I could recite them for you.
"I'm doing okay." Wasn't that a waste of a good conversation opener? Think! "I've really enjoyed the biology labs. The experiments have been very interesting."
"Yeah?" Will's back was to her. He kept right on with his work. "Which ones interested you the most?"
Her mind went blank. That would teach her to use something she had little interest in to get his attention. Shit! "The genetics experiments," she finally answered. She knew there had been a couple.
"I think the corn genetics experiment is the best that they offer." He paused a moment as he read over his notes. "Morten had a good idea there. Students get to germinate and grow F2 corn seeds and determine the inheritance pattern of the albino trait and what the P and F2 generations' genotypes must have been. Did you like that one?"
"I did." Joey remembered it anyway.
"We might make a scientist out of you yet." Will peered at her over his shoulder. "What are your plans for your time here? I don't think I've ever asked you that."
Her mouth went dry.
To jump your bones?