Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

Congratulations to all our authors!

New Review - CHOCOLATE COVERED CHERI - Marteeka Karland

Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs


Marteeka Karland has a way with meshing dessert and desire like no other author, and I pray she has more such stories waiting in the wings.


http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 09/chocolate- covered-cheri. html


New Review - UNICORN VALLEY (Collection) - Lena Austin

Five Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies


From the first sentence, Ms. Austin creates an amazing world that will make you believe in miracles. Excellent work!


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


New Review - HORSFALL: TASTE TEST - Jade Buchanan

Four Dragons from Veiled Secrets Reviews


With heroes who are quite literally studs it's no wonder that the heat levels fly high and quick. the deeply emotional contact [keeps] the story at a high level of intensity until the very last page of Taste Test.  


http://www.veiledse cretsreviews. com/TasteTest. html


New Review - CARNEVALE - Selena Illyria

Four Hearts from Love Romances & More


Tight writing, fast paced storyline and a really cool cast of characters. She definitely leaves you wanting more.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 09/carnevale- hades-helmet- crew-series- book.html


New Review - SNOWFIRE: EXPRESS - Sophia Titheniel

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


Thorn and Rae connect so well together; almost as if they can read each others mind. The passion heats the pages in this entertaining read.


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ lindal-snowfire_ express.htm



Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

Congrats to our authors!

New Review - BUNNY TAILS 3: HARE TODAY - Camille Anthony

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


Camille Anthony has penned a unique tale of werewolves and their mating. It's lots of hot sex on every page but it's also a great love story.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ haretodayanthony .htm



Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


The passion showcased between Dimitri and Neely was deeply intense and emotional.extremely erotic and lustfully naughty. I eagerly await her next exciting installment.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ nighttimemagicle e.htm


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

Reviewed by Love Romances & More


I loved this mix of futuristic and the paranormal.characte rs that leap off the page and a plot that keeps you turning the pages. Hot, sensual, sizzling love scenes.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 09/wolf-hunt- 1-urban-wolf- by-marie- treanor.html


New Review - BLOOD & MAGIC - Mychael Black

Reviewed by Love Romances & More


If you enjoy some tenderness and sexual tension that simmers throughout the pages, then grab BLOOD & MAGIC. You will be drawn into a story so rich, it is almost lifelike.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 09/blood- fire-book- 1-in-series- by-mychael. html


New Review - SEDUCED BY DARKNESS (Collection) - Lacey Savage

Reviewed by Love Romances & More


Ms. Savage is an amazingly talented writer who keeps her readers enthralled.satisfyi ng love scenes that will have you panting along with the characters.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 09/seduced- by-darkness- by-lacey- savage.html



Time Twisted Collection by Treva Harte

Time Twisted (Collection)
by Treva Harte
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-216-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Length: Collection


Adrift in time...

Marisha loses her job, then it looks like she's about to lose her life to a couple of street thugs. The last thing she expects is to be rescued by a lusty medieval Lord -- and an equally lusty -- Dragon? And what's her old buddy Tim doing in her bed? Eventually she'll have to choose -- one man, one universe, one time -- but for now it makes for an interesting foursome.

Over two centuries separate Mercy Ward from the man who haunts her dreams. When this century's grief becomes more than she can bear, she slowly begins to remember... another time... another life... another love...

Samantha wishes she could lead a life like her good buddy Moira's -- a life filled with temptations, and no reason to refuse them. Moira wishes she was in Samantha's shoes -- or, better yet, out of Sam's shoes and in bed with Samantha's husband Phil. One wish can change a lifetime...

"In every relationship, the partners have to grow and change. We just take the concept to extremes." When Lucy tells C.J., a world famous athlete, he's her mate and he's one of those urban legend mutants who transform... well, she's sexy and he's interested, but he's not that interested. Is he?

This collection contains the previously released novellas Out of Time, His Mistress, Intimate Choices, and Turns.

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She stood on tiptoe, reaching for what she craved. Damn, he was hard as steel and she didn't mean his armor. But he was too tall. His cock was jutting forward but hit her too high to let her rub against him where she wanted to. Oh, she wanted to desperately.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders this time and began to inch up his legs, like someone might try to climb up a pole. She heard him grunt, once, and then his hand reached under her rear and pushed her up further. Her legs encircled his waist at last, his strong hands steadying her exactly where she wanted.
Who said they were from the Dark Ages? This guy was bright. Bright enough to figure out exactly what she wanted and take care of things. She was feeling something really hard. Marisha slid her hungry clitoris against a thickening shaft. Thank God he wasn't wearing mail. Yeah. Oh, yeah. That was just hard man. A great deal of man.
Marisha pushed her hands into the tight auburn curls on his head. She loved the way his hair felt, crisp and tickling the palms of her hands. She loved the prickly rasp of his not-quite-shaved face. She bit the strong chin and then went back into an open-mouthed, slow kiss. His kiss had started all this. She wanted more. The man was quite a kisser.
He grunted and then, with a quick twist of his hands, he pulled her dress up above her waist. Marisha waited, half-eager, half-nervous. Nothing more happened at first.
He didn't touch, he just looked. When was he going to do something?
Realization hit. He was doing something. An exciting something -- exciting for them both. His breath rasped as he stared. As she stared back, Marisha squirmed. Her nipples were tight and eager. She was already wet, but his gaze was getting her wetter.
He must know how aroused she was. What was he planning to do next? When had she ever waited for a man to do anything? "Take my dress off." She tugged at it.
"All off?" He sounded startled.
Didn't he ever have sex naked? She'd never read any history about what happened when medieval knights had sex. Maybe that was too kinky for them. Well, he could learn something new because they were getting naked. From what she could tell so far, she definitely wanted to see this guy in the raw.
Marisha ran her hands over his shoulders then let them drift down to his ass. Mmmm. Nice ass. Tight, muscular and tailor-made for her hands. She was hallucinating beautifully.
His cock dug into her. This hallucination was getting even better. "Yes. All off. Then start on your own clothing."

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Come vote for Shifter Sisters!

Hey everybody! I've been unplugged the past few days and just found out that Shifter Sisters is up for Best Book of the Week at Whipped Cream Reviews. Whee! Of course, I found out so late that today is the only day left to vote... lol! But if you get a chance, please stop by and give Shifter Sisters your vote!

And hey, if you haven't picked up your copy of the complete Shifter Sisters collection yet, you can get it at

I hope everybody's having a great weekend! It's a little cold and gray up here in Maine, but the leaves are starting to turn and that makes everything gorgeous :-)

-- Sierra

Sierra Dafoe -- Feed the Fantasy

Mate Marks: Pulse by Kate Hill

Mate Marks: Pulse
by Kate Hill

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-131-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial
Series: Mate Marks
Length: Novella


Long ago a Roman soldier fell in love with a Kushite noblewoman and changed sides to serve her. Bound by an ancient magic to protect her, Marc Claudius failed in his duty and was cursed with immortality, awaiting the rebirth of his lover and a second chance to fulfill their burning passion.
In the modern world, Amina has always felt strong ties to the past. Teaching a night class in history, she is enraptured by a handsome foreign student. When looking into Marc's intense, dark eyes, she can't control her desire. This man arouses yet haunts her, but when he reveals their timeless bond, will she accept his confession or deny a love that has burned for over two thousand years?

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Kheb stepped into the garden and shrugged off her thin linen robe, baring her body to the moonlight. Pausing by the edge of the square pool, she stretched her arms skyward and closed her eyes for a moment.
It felt so good to stand here, naked, free and alone. The past days had been stressful and she had no doubt the worst was yet to come.
At her mother's request, she had traveled from Kush to meet with a Roman official. Rome already had control over Egypt. Though her mother had sent her to discuss peace, Kheb knew she would have to report back to the Kandake, the Kushite Queen, that it was impossible. She found the Romans to be falsely polite, condescending and power hungry. Despite their semblance of respect for the Princess, she knew her people wouldn't be safe from their greed. Unless the next few days revealed a drastic change in their stance, her people would soon be engaged in battle with these pale invaders with eyes as hard and sharp as the weapons they carried.
Kheb lowered her arms and sighed deeply, glancing down at the fullness of her lush brown breasts. She stroked them lightly with her long, slender fingers.
Though still a young woman, she was already a widow and it had been too long since she had known the touch of a man. For the past few years since her husband's death, she hadn't thought much about the pleasures of the flesh, until she had arrived in Egypt.
He had prompted these lustful thoughts. From the moment their gazes locked, she'd felt a tightening in her belly and a desire she'd never known before. Not even her husband, in their most intimate moments, had quickened her pulse like this man had done with a mere look.
These feelings were wrong. The man who inspired them was Roman and soon to be her enemy. Why, then, did he make her nipples tighten and tingle? Why did the thought of his hands on her body make her burst into flames? Even now the soft flesh between her legs ached with need.
She swept her thumbs over her nipples, making them stiffen even more. In her mind his hands caressed her. She imagined his finely shaped lips sliding over the spiky peak of her breast and the sweep of his tongue teasing her until she trembled.
The sound of water rippling in the pool made her look up and when she did her heart nearly stopped beating.
He waded out of the shadows at the end of the pool from where he'd apparently been watching her. He strode closer and paused waist-deep in the water.
Kheb stared for a moment, unable to tear her gaze from his water-slicked torso. The man was absolutely beautiful -- lean and sinewy with broad shoulders and a chest that looked as if it had been carved from stone. The moonlight and water accentuated the ridges of muscle in his flat belly and Kheb licked her lips.
Of course he had no business here and even less business staring at her with such a hungry look in his gleaming black eyes.
Her first reaction was to cover herself, but she had no reason to hide. She was a noblewoman and he a mere soldier. A Roman soldier.
Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin, she said coolly, "What are you doing here?"
"Admiring the view."

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Eve Aizawa 1: Deus Eve Machina by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Eve Aizawa 2: Deus Eve Machina
by Lizzie Lynn Lee

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-256-2
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure, BDSM, Cyber-Punk
Series: Eve Aizawa
Length: Novella


Eve is back.
New mission. New body. New bad boy lover.
One scorching hot fling.
In the Imperial Sigma-Ren’s underground world, Stepan Aleksandrov is the kingpin of all gangsters. When Stepan’s only heir, Olga, commits suicide while being interrogated by the government, Central Command sends Eve to impersonate Olga as live bait. Olga’s fiancé, Aleksei, is currently holding a secret list that could bring down the whole syndicate, and Centcom wants Eve to recover it.
Lex Savage, a prime alpha and renegade mercenary, is commissioned to kill Eve by Stepan’s rival. But after one look at Eve, Lex changes his mind and offers her a deal -- his protection in exchange for Eve giving him her body. When a bad girl meets her match, the world around them must brace for the explosive impact…

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In a normal situation, if I found a man sneaking into my bedroom, the first thing I would do would be to grab my plasmafrag and blast the son of a bitch to dust for trespassing on my property. But since I was now undercover as Olga Aleksandrov, I decided to react like Olga would do in this kind of situation: I screamed like hell.
A high-pitched noise cut through the air, storming to the ceiling. The intruder tackled me onto the bed. He crushed me with his weight while his large hand covered my mouth, silencing my wails. "Ssh, be quiet. I'm not going to hurt you."
My uninvited guest seemed unhappy about the ruckus I'd made. My bedroom walls were paper-thin, and my neighbors could hear my scream; that was if anyone cared anyway. My apartment building stood in the heart of Zamora district, the ghetto of ghettos. Nobody gave a shit about anyone but themselves. Still, he didn't like me screaming.
I writhed, but he locked me good. His palm tightened around my face, making my jaws hurt. This guy was definitely augmented and fitted with the biomechatronics system. He had bionic strength and agility.
And so had I. This blank, the bioengineered body I was wearing, had also been augmented for this mission. Since I was impersonating Olga Aleksandrov, I couldn't risk blowing my cover by knocking him back. Well, not until I found out who the hell this guy really was.
I stopped writhing, schooling myself to look terrified. I looked straight into his eyes, surprised to find my uninvited guest had the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. They were large and shockingly blue, accentuated with the thick, lush lashes that didn't belong with his rough features. His jaw was chiseled, balanced with a prominent nose that was in perfect proportion with his face. He'd shaved his head clean. A nanoenhancive barcode tattoo was etched behind his left ear; it twirled, flashing a thirteen-digit code that marked him as a guild member or something. I thought this guy was a hunter, or a mercenary of some sort.
"Are you calm now?" His voice was deep and resonant, dark as his skin. Each syllable was punctuated in throaty, male rumbles. Fucking sexy. I nodded, keeping up my act.
"I'll take my hand away only if you promise not to scream." I nodded again. He blinked. The thick lashes swept down and up like a dancer's fan. "Okay." He removed his hand, eyes narrowed. He seemed ready to muffle me again the moment I decided to scream my head off. "That's better." He looked pleased when I kept the bargain. "I can't stand hearing a woman's scream." His dazzling white smile turned into a leer. "Not unless she has my cock inside her."
Well. "Who are you?" I tried to detangle from him.
He wouldn't let me. It seemed he was having too much fun with me under his mercy. He made a tiny gesture with his free hand. "Name is Lexius Savage. But you can call me Lex."
Lex Savage? What kind of parents named their son Lex Savage? It sounded as phony as a porn star's stage name. "What do you want from me?"
"I know who you are, Emily, or shall I call you Olga Aleksandrov?" Lex gave me a reprimanding headshake. "I see you've been a bad girl, Olga. Faking your own death in that boat accident, just so you won't have to marry your fiancé Aleksei."
I inhaled a sharp breath, pretending I was shocked he knew my secret. "Did he send you to bring me back to New Moscow?"
"No. Boris Kumarin did."
"He called a hit on you."
That surprised me. Boris Kumarin was the rival of Olga's father -- Stepan Aleksandrov. Stepan was the Pakhan, the kingpin of the Vory v zakone, Russian mafia, who ruled the New Moscow system. My employer, Viper, a military counter-intelligence agency, briefed me that Kumarin was the one who helped Olga escape. I didn't expect Kumarin would be the one to call a hit on her.
"So, Kumarin sent you?" I tried to look indignant. "What are you waiting for? Kill me. I'm not afraid to die." I bluffed, of course. If a hitman were sent to kill someone, he wouldn't introduce himself and make acquaintances with his victim. I knew this man wanted a double-dealing. Perhaps he wanted a bigger payout than Kumarin had promised.
Lex shot me a cynical kind of smile. "Changed my mind. Kumarin put a lucrative price on your head. Mercs are coming for you whether you like it or not. If you make a deal with me, I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe from them."
Hmm, just like I suspected. "I don't have money. If I did, why would I live in a place like this?"
"Why do you think I want your money?"
"Everyone wants money."
"I don't need your money."
"Then what do you want?"
Lex brushed his fingertips on my cheek. "It's you I want. I want your body."

Friday, September 25, 2009

Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock by Selena Illyria

Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock
by Selena Illyria

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-297-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Last Call Europe
Length: Novella

All romanced out, Love Fairy Alastrina is tired of putting together happy couples. All she wants is a little bit of "me time" to forget her job for one night. She strides into Last Call: London looking for some action.

Chocolate Shock: Heat packed sexin' -- no baggage required or desired.

Rebellious leopard shifter Garrison Fredricks may be the answer to all her needs. Some sexy talk and a bit of action is just what the love fairy ordered. Only problem is he has a teensy-weensy little secret that may piss her off. And a Love Fairy pissed off is not a good thing.


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Garrison's beer arrived. He took a pull from it and slouched in his seat, still bored, still restless. The door opened and out of habit he glanced toward the entrance, only to have his breath catch in his throat. His heart skipped a beat and then sped up. Warmth flowed over him as his body tightened. His cock hardened and pressed against his jeans.
"Oh, fuck me," he groaned, as he watched the woman in the tightest jeans he had ever seen stroll into the bar and wind her way gracefully through the crowd. She had a corset that showcased her high breasts and a small waist. Her ass made him want to bite his bottom lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape.
She was a tiny thing with riotous dark brown curls streaked with pink. When she turned around, he saw her face. Her features were delicate with a small pert nose. Her lips were full and tempting, slicked with shimmering pale pink gloss.
Blow job lips, he thought, and he wanted those lips on him, covering his body in sweet love bites before she sucked him off 'til he shot his load down her throat. His cock jumped as the fire burning within him became an inferno lapping at his veins.
His leopard scratched at the flesh bars of its prison, wanting to go up to the woman it desired and mark her with its scent. She made things worse by turning back toward the bar, giving him another glimpse of her perfectly rounded ass. The corset left a wide strip of skin exposed above the waistband. Her perfect mocha skin was adorned with a colorful tattoo done in glittering pink ink. He had to strain his eyes to make out the glyphs and symbols on her lower back.
"Lean over some more, love. Give daddy a good look at what it says," he urged softly. As if she heard him, she stuck her ass out further and he sucked in a breath as his pulse pounded in his ears and need roared through him. He had to shake his head to clear the lust wrapping around his mind like a gossamer web.
He squinted to see better and read the tattoo.
"Fairy Alastrina, daughter of Elan, servant of Labhaoise." He stroked his chin, his fingers slightly burned from the abrasion of his stubble. Half of his brain saw opportunity to bring a genuine Fairy to Eros, and the other half wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her.
"Alastrina." He tested her name on his tongue. The sound of his voice came out husky with the edge of a purr. An image rose of him pounding into her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy before he came himself, spurting his seed deep inside of her as he called out her name, and he swore. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved and ground against one another as they started yet another round.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted. This was not what he needed. Tomorrow he would be going to see Eros. A meeting with him was draining. The love god liked to pick and poke at Garrison's mental shields. It was a game of chicken because Garrison would be doing the same. Five hundred years of servitude to Eros had taught him all of the god's weaknesses but no way to exploit them, although Eros knew all of Garrison's weaknesses and abused them every opportunity he got.
One of his weaknesses was standing a few feet away. This night was either gonna be hell or heaven. He wouldn't put it past Eros to send him a sexy little gift in the form of this Fairy. Whether it was a trap or not, he was going to fall into bed with her. The question was how. There were others who had noticed her arrival. One of the bolder admirers strode up to her. Before he could even open his mouth he was shot down and sent on his way, a deep red flush of embarrassment on his cheeks for his trouble.
"Mmmm, sassy, I like that." Garrison sat back and watched as, one by one, men and even a few women went up to curry her favor. After the fourth person was sent away he couldn't help but wonder why they all wanted a piece of her. She was gorgeous but there had to be something else. He decided to test a theory.
With great concentration he dropped his mental shields a sliver and tasted her power. It was like the sweetest, thickest honey. There was a hint of spice, an indefinable quality that made its potency richer, more seductive to the palate. Power rolled off of her in waves.
Understanding dawned on him all at once; she was a Love Fairy. Legend had it that to be touched or even come in contact with one could bring you good luck in the love department. They weren't hitting on her. They were asking for her services. He felt bad for them but most of all he felt sad for her. Must be tough never being off the clock to some people. Then again, he could understand how she felt. He was at Eros' call night and day. Didn't matter where he was, who he was with or what he was doing, if Eros summoned him Garrison had to go.
As he studied the woman, his desire burned through him. Instead of doing his usual saunter up and try his luck routine, he decided to wait and see what developed. If he played his cards right, there would be no need for him to do anything.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

Congratulations to all our authors!

New Review - WILD THING - Lena Austin

Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs


The creative genius of Lena Austin's characters continues in this well written, fascinating and humorous installment. This is a splendid story that I enjoyed immensely.


http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 09/wild-thing_ 07.html


New Review - AT DROGAN'S COMMAND - Selena Illyria

Reviewed by Love Romances & More


Ms. Illyria is a talented author who captures your attention.If you enjoy a rollicking fun read on a hot summer evening, then grab AT DROGAN'S COMMAND and get ready for the ride of your life.


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 09/at-drogans- command-hades- helmet-series. html


New Review - HORSFALL: TASTE TEST - Jade Buchanan

Reviewed by Love Romances & More


I want more, more, more! This is a must read by Ms. Buchanan! I'll be reading this story again and for months to come!


http://loveromances andmore.blogspot .com/2009/ 08/horsfall- taste-test- by-jade-buchanan .html


New Review - BAD ANGELS: BURN - Belinda McBride

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews


Ms. McBride takes the world we know and love and populates it with magical creatures galore. And then she sets it on fire. An emotional and intensely erotic story, this is a sure-fire hit.


http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 08/bad-angels- burn-by-belinda- mcbride.html


New Review - SNOWBOUND: LIONSBLOOD - Marteeka Karland

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio


With a strike of her pen, author Markeeta Karland gives us a taste of her wit and humor with this futuristic story of the Lionsblood.


http://theromancest reviews/reviews/ lionsbloodkarlan d.htm




Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Four Hearts for Bunny Tales-- Hare Today by Camille Anthony

Bunny Tails 3: Hare Today

Camille Anthony
Paranormal erotic romance
Available from <Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-60521- 264-7
September 2009

Camille Anthony has penned a unique tale of werewolves and their mating. It's lots of hot sex on every page but it's also a great love story. Vance and Ouida are the stars who shine throughout. Ouida would make a lovely porn star but she also shows us some true grit when the time for play is over. This is a tale filled with humor, eroticism, and a little suspense.

Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit

Reviewer: Dee Dailey
September 22, 2009


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Monday, September 21, 2009

Sundown Investigations Collection by Cat Marsters

Sundown Investigations (Collection)
by Cat Marsters

cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-172-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Sundown, Inc.
Length: Collection


You've never seen this side of New York City before...

Faeries and vampires have been at war for centuries, but in Manhattan an East Side Story plays out as renegade vampire Maria and Unseelie seer Ruarc clash in a blaze of passion.

Fifteen years ago in Australia, a young shapeshifter named Daisy lost her heart to an Alpha werewolf. Now Adam is back in her life and uncovering all her secrets, but can she ever accept his love again?

Lucky always thought she had a normal life -- well, as normal as can be in the fashion industry. But when an incubus and his evil twin start haunting her dreams in the hottest way, she begins to wonder what's hidden in her own past.

Kat thought her dancing career was over when she was bitten by a wild cat on safari in Africa. But every full moon her shape changes, and a terrifying shifter is on her trail. She takes solace in the arms of the gorgeous Wolfe, but now that the mating fever is on her, will he be enough to satisfy her, or will she need to take more than one shifter to her bed?

Sundown Investigations, where we take personal care of all your needs.

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For the second time in as many weeks, the water glass on Ruarc's desk shattered.
"Chloe," he yelled.
A whimper was his reply. Ruarc stood up, sighing, and left his office for Chloe's. When he opened the door, it was to see her sprawled across the desk, totally naked, luscious thighs spread for the man driving his thick cock into her.
"You know," Ruarc said, leaning in the doorway, "a less tolerant boss might complain about you two having sex on company time."
"That's... because..." Chloe panted in reply, "he wouldn't... be invited... to join in."
"This is true," Ruarc said. "However he also wouldn't, and this is crucial, be unable to keep a water glass on his desk for fear of it breaking whenever his colleagues felt like doing the naughty."
"Sorry," Chloe gasped.
Ruarc rolled his eyes. He'd already had the windows in the whole office replaced with some techno substance that wouldn't shatter so easily. He'd told the workmen it was because they were going to be recording loud music there. Not because they had a siren on staff.
"Do you want to?" Alexius said, in between thrusts.
"Want to...?"
"Join in?"
His cock stirred. "I have work to do."
Chloe sat up, rubbing her pert breasts against Alexius's chest and pouting at Ruarc. "For fifteen minutes? You look so tense." She beckoned him closer. "It's good for what ails you."
Ruarc glanced out at the main office. They still didn't have a secretary, so if anyone came by there'd be no one to greet them... which was pretty unprofessional. But...
"We'll both lick you," Chloe said, and Ruarc was unfastening his fly before he'd even thought about it.
Chloe wriggled to her feet, Alexius's cock popping out of her, and went to her knees by the leather chair facing the desk as Ruarc took a seat there.
"You don't mind?" Ruarc said, glancing at Alexius as Chloe rubbed her breasts over his thigh.
"I'm Greek," he said, as if that explained it. Which Ruarc supposed it might: Alexius's father was an Olympian god, and in his day it had actually been fashionable to take a male lover.
Chloe's tongue danced over Ruarc's cock, which leapt to attention. He closed his eyes and eased his legs further apart as Alexius knelt down and joined in the fun. Theoretically, Chloe and Alexius were a committed couple, but they were also highly sexual beings who often relished a third party.
Since Ruarc had been instrumental in the forming of their relationship, he was often invited to be that third party. He rarely refused. Hell, it wasn't as if he had the time to go out finding his own thrills.
Alexius's tongue found Ruarc's balls, and he sighed. Although, maybe he ought to try. They were both excellent lovers, but...
...he so often felt like a third wheel.
Right then Chloe took him fully in her mouth, which she could open unfeasibly wide, and he let out a gasp. Having one mouth on him was stimulating enough, but two was incredible. While Chloe sucked him deep, Alexius ran his tongue in circles around Ruarc's balls, making him see stars. His hands clutched the arms of the chair. His toes curled. "Sweet merciful --"
Ruarc of the Unseelie! To me, now!
His eyes flew open at the voice inside his head. The coldest, most commanding voice he’d ever heard.
The Queen's voice.
Chloe's fingers massaged the base of his cock and it took him a second to formulate his reply.
On my way, my lady.
Chloe looked up at him, her lips still framing his penis. She'd heard the mind-spoken words. A frown creased her perfect brow. Who are you --?
"I have to go." Ruarc pushed her away from him, nudged Alexius with his knee. They both looked up at him with frowns and wet lips. Hell, he wanted to stay here and get his cock sucked! "The Queen wants me."
"We want you," Chloe teased.
Ruarc groaned. "Don't. I really have to go." Not for the first time, he wished he had a telekinetic talent. He knew plenty of fae who could dress -- or undress -- themselves with a thought. He had to shove himself back into his clothes, willing his hard-on to go down. It didn"t take much effort. The thought of visiting the Court always put a damper on things.
He straightened his tie, wondering belatedly why he bothered. It wasn't as if the Queen would care, or even notice.
"Have fun," Chloe said, already back in Alexius's arms.
"Good luck," Alexius offered, more sensibly.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Almost Home by Kate Steele

Almost Home
by Kate Steele

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-160521-257-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Length: Novella


Something is out there... waiting in the dark.
For Shannon, nighttime has always inspired fear and fascination. She longs to discover its mysteries, but some deep-seated instinct has, up to now, kept her safe inside when the sun sets. When her car breaks down a mere quarter mile from her house, rather than choose to spend the night confined within the safety it offers, she braves the moon-drenched shadows and comes face to face with her destiny.


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Aran vaulted from his horse with such skill Shannon felt only the barest of jolts to mark the sure impact of his feet upon the sandy ground. Waking from an exhausted doze, her apprehension returned anew, and sheer panic caused her to once again pull against the restraints at her wrists and ankles as she was carried in his hard, unyielding embrace.
From the folds of the enveloping cloak that had shielded her from the harsh rays of a sun that pitilessly presided over this vast desert into which she had been abducted, she could see unexpected splashes of color. Shaking her head, she managed to dislodge the hood from where it rested over her brow. With her vision now unimpeded, she gasped and stilled at the sight of what lay before her.
An oasis, green and lush with date-bearing palm trees, grass and other growing things, was spread out in a circle around a pool of azure-tinted water that sparkled under the receding light of the setting sun. Nestled amidst the tangled growth was a white tent, its fabric sides rippling with the breeze that played over the water and through the trees.
Without pause, Aran strode toward the tent, and Shannon's eyes widened. Being confined in an intimate space with this man was the last thing she wanted. "No! Let me go!"
"Quiet. I have not given you permission to speak." The terse, no-nonsense warning in Aran's voice caused Shannon to press her lips together against further protests.
When he was in dominance mode she knew better than to press her luck. Considering what she'd already done, she'd be lucky to escape unscathed. Running from Aran had been foolish, but what else was she supposed to do? She would not stand idly by and let him include another woman in their relationship. Having a harem might be an accepted practice among his people, but did he really believe she would accept such a thing?
Aran swooped through the tent's entrance, and despite the closed, angry look on his face, deposited her gently on a colorful mound of rugs and pillows. "Do not move from that spot," he ordered and retreated outside. Hearing the sound of his voice a moment later, she knew he was seeing to his horse.
Wanting to run, but knowing there was nowhere to go, Shannon maintained the position in which she'd been left and tried to relax. It was impossible. Her body was tense and her muscles tight. Even her toes and fingers curled and released in an unconscious display of high-strung nerves. Unable to stay still, she angled herself into a sitting position and with shaking fingers began plucking at the knots of the silken ties at her ankles.
As she worked at her restraints, she became aware of another feeling, one that had been creeping up on her from the moment Aran had essentially taken her captive. Arousal. It insidiously wormed its way in and around any other emotion that assailed her, heightening and clarifying the knowledge that being tied up was not nearly as unpleasant as she might wish it would be -- especially in this situation. Needing Aran's touch was the last thing she wanted and yet she couldn't deny that fact that her dread of what he would do to her was mixed with more than a little anticipation.
At his return, his eyes narrowed in disapproval. With a practiced move he drew a knife from his boot and Shannon gaped at the sight of the glinting silver blade. Aran approached and knelt beside her. "Hold still," he bade her and with two swift cuts the silk split and the knife was returned to its sheath. She was freed, but it was a short-lived freedom. "Wrists," he tersely insisted, holding out his hand.
With the barest of hesitation, she held out her hands, watched him carefully examine her wrists then froze in astonishment as he pulled a pair of softly padded leather cuffs from the back of his waistband. Before she could utter a word or make a move to escape, the cuffs were on, and she was gently pushed to her back. Aran then pulled her arms over her head, and the cuffs were clipped to a short, light-weight chain that had been attached to the center tent pole. Once more she was effectively restrained, and the time for paying the piper was at hand.
"Aran, please..."
"Silence. I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled and began stripping her.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

STEAMY NIGHTS is Joyfully Recommended!

Congratulations to Marie Treanor!
She said:

I don't think I've got around to boasting about this yet, but I'm thrilled to bits that Patrice at Joyfully Reviewed made Steamy Nights a Recommended Read for September :)

http://www.joyfully reviewed. com/reviews/ RRs/Sep09RR/ steamynights. MT.html

Here's a bit of what she said:

"Mix time-travel devices plus 19th century technology, throw in a strangely named scientist/adventure r who's a ringer for David Beckham (with Dr. Who's personality) , add sleazy, ruthless villains and peculiar odd-balls, then set him up with a love interest that's a fusion of fallen angel/girl-next- door, and you still won't quite grasp it all until you actually read Steamy Nights."

"[Caratacus] made the entire narrative hum with thrills, excitement, and heat.  Miri compliments his wild, boyishly chaotic energy, driving the story with a quixotic insanity that never quits.  Whatever direction this story takes, it works and will never leave you disappointed even when you feel left behind.  I'm reserving a special slot for Steamy Nights on my Recommended Read dance card, and so should you."



Available Now from Changeling Press

Many thanks to the wonderful Patrice! 



Marie Treanor

Haunting Romance

www.MarieTreanor. com



Damon's: Blind Date by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Blind Date
by Sophia Titheniel

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-59596-504-2
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella


Life for a waiter at the most glamorous and hip multi-racial club of all the West Coast should be just that: hip and glamorous. Not for Jesse, though. The only human waiter in the club, he watches the special nights of Damon's slide right past him, without having the courage to ever take advantage of any of that.
When Damon finds out that Jesse's not only closeted, but still a virgin, he and Alyan set him up on a blind date with Alagos, a skilled habitué of Damon's nights, who wants nothing more than to introduce Jesse to the thrills of sex and bondage. After an exhilarating first time, Jesse realizes he can't get enough of Alagos. He's going to do his best to break Alagos of his "no strings attached" rule and win the Elf's heart -- one blind date at a time.


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Damon turned around, smiling once he saw Jesse, one of the club's best employees. "Yeah?"
"There are people demanding a Wednesday special, despite my trying to explain I can't get them a Speed Dating card tonight. I don't really know what to do anymore."
"I'll take care of it," Damon said with a smile. "Where are they?"
"Booth seven," Jesse said, gesturing toward the back of the club.
Damon gave a cheeky wink to Alyan and pressed a soft, wet kiss on his lips. "Don't go anywhere."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Damon breezed toward the back booths, and Alyan turned to Jesse.
"Night's going smooth so far?" Alyan asked, walking back to the bar with him.
"Despite people not knowing the calendar, yeah, it's going fine." Jesse answered with a smile as they both slid behind the bar.
Alyan liked Jesse. He knew Damon couldn't understand the kid's shyness, especially because Jesse was outrageously good looking -- to be a human, that's it. Jesse had that fair complexion that could've almost passed him for one of Elven kind, had his nose and cheekbones not been dusted with freckles. He was tall, not as tall as Alyan, but close enough, and his shoulders were broad, the result of hard manual labor and gym work. And despite all that, and working in one of the classiest clubs in all of LA, where the most beautiful singles from all species came to mingle and pair up, Jesse stayed in the background, shaking cocktails and mixing drinks and generally being polite and professional to everyone, but still only in the background.
Alyan knew it drove Damon crazy. Damon just couldn't comprehend how someone could not want to enjoy himself, how could anyone lack the confidence that he oozed from his every pore. If Damon had a fault, it was his inability to put himself in someone else's shoes. Alyan understood Jesse's plight, probably better than most people. Alyan had spent his centuries-long life feeling awkward, out of place and uncomfortable in his skin while everything around him changed, everyone adapted but him. Meredith made fun of him, in that exasperated, patronizing but loving older sister way, but Alyan just couldn't get past his own issues.
Jesse, in many ways, was very similar to Alyan, even if the reasons behind his attitude were different. And Alyan didn't know exactly which reasons he had, but he still felt for him. Jesse wasn't that comfortable around Alyan yet, even though he'd warmed up considerably since the very first weeks. Alyan wished he could sit the kid down and talk to him. To say what, he had no idea yet, but he just felt as though part of the loneliness most of his kind were used to feeling, because of the burden and gift of immortality, was crushing their bartender.
"When is your night off?" Alyan asked as he started on mixing himself a Screaming Orgasm. The bar was mostly quiet, thankfully, the perfect moment to try and start a conversation.
"Ah, it was gonna be tomorrow, but I told Damon I could work anyway, since Teleon is sick."
Alyan gave him a curious glance. "You've been here every night this week. Surely you want to chill out tomorrow?"
"I don't really have anything to do," Jesse said with a small shrug, turning to give Alyan a smile as he slid a glass his way, so that Alyan could pour his cocktail into it.
"Hey gorgeous, can I buy you one?"
Both of them turned to see a beautiful female Elf, her hair thick, red and wavy, her eyes sparkling blue, leaning across the bar and sliding a bill across it to Jesse. Jesse blinked, as though he didn't really get the implications behind her request. He glanced back at Alyan, then gave her a smile and passed her a shot of tequila. "No, but this one is on the house."
Alyan barely restrained from rolling his eyes a little, and kept his smile to himself. The female Elf gulped down the shot, holding Jesse's gaze seductively before sliding off her stool and pushing herself closer to him. "What time do you get off?"
"Way late," Jesse said, his tone apologetic. He glanced back to Alyan, the look in his eyes sort of desperate, and Alyan quickly cottoned on.
"Jesse, can you come here a moment?"
The female Elf slouched away with a pout, and Jesse took a sigh of relief as he downed what was supposed to be Alyan's drink. "What was that about? She was a knockout."
Jesse blushed slightly, but avoided Alyan's eyes as he finished the cocktail, mumbling something under his breath that could've been anything.
Alyan frowned, perplexed, but before he could get in a word, Damon was back, his hand sliding in the back pocket of Alyan's jeans.
"Hey there," Damon whispered, kissing the side of Alyan's neck.
"Hey. All sorted?"
"Yeah, I had Kalvin kick them out," Damon said indifferently, his grin glowing brighter as Alyan rolled his eyes at him. "Come on."
"Meaning business."
Alyan snorted. It was one of Damon's codes. Sometimes his boyfriend (his boyfriend, didn't that make him giggle like a schoolgirl) was a few cards short of a full deck. Damon was crazy about noir movies and gangster flicks, and he found it immensely amusing that every time there was a night club scene, after you'd seen all the crowd and the dancing people and scantily-clad waitresses, there were always the back rooms where the people in black were "meaning business."
Damon had a lot of these impromptu crazy eureka moments, and Alyan had learned to give in to whatever he came up with. They were what made Alyan fall in love with him in the first place. "Right," he said, grinning at Damon and clasping their fingers together. "Jesse, you okay --"
"I'll take care of the bar," Jesse finished easily, smiling at them.
"You're awesome," Damon beamed. He tugged on Alyan's hand, and before Alyan could actually inquire if Jesse was doing okay, he was dragged away by Damon toward one of the back rooms.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Bunny Tails: Hare Today by Camille Anthony

Bunny Tails: Hare Today
by Camille Anthony

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-264-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Werewolves, BBW
Series: Bunny Tails
Length: Novella


Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Ouida -- She suffers from an embarrassment of riches... if being sexed up by four hunky males is suffering. Ouida's reveling in the temporary excess, knowing she'll revert to having only one mate as soon as this year's Fertility Festival ends. Looking forward to settling down with Vance, she's shocked when trouble, in the form of a newspaper article, disrupts her new life. She thought she'd left Yesterday behind... Will it destroy her tomorrows?
Vance – Sharing his luscious beautiful black mate wasn't his first choice, it was his only one. Vance can't wait to have his Ouida all to himself. He's dying to release the sexual submissive she unknowingly harbors within. When the past intrudes on his plans, Vance can only pray Ouida chooses him over her former life. Is Today all he'll have of her?
Xen – He didn't plan on falling in love with Ouida. Vance has been his friend since puppyhood and Xen never imagined they'd become enemies. One taste of Ouida's sweet body changed all that. Screw Pack Law. To hell with the Alpha's demands he back off. Xen plans to seize the day and create his own Tomorrows...


Bunny Tails: Hare Today(c) 2009 Camille Anthony
* * *
Xen, Usher, Brax and I joined with the pack hunt. Being free to range the land in our true form was an unimaginable adrenaline rush. Nothing compared to coursing far after game, taking down the prey and drinking its hot, bubbling blood, ripping into the tender flesh of the fresh kill.
My three lieutenants and I took down the first stag of the night, tearing into the steaming carcass to get at the prize -- the still-beating heart. I claimed the first bite, careful to leave a portion for the other three. We’d shared the hunt, we would share the reward. Howling our triumph and joy, we called the others, willing now to share the good fortune of plentiful meat.
We flushed out a goodly brace of hares, most of which we shared with the orphans and elderly among the People since we’d be carrying none home to Ouida. For some reason, she wouldn’t eat hare meat, claiming the relationship with them she felt as a result of what she’d gone through last winter.
Instead, we set aside a few hefty hunks of venison, wrapped in a portion of the deerskin. She’d eat that, but not before burning it over flames until she’d practically ruined the meat. I allowed her to retain some human foibles because I loved her, but I knew I’d soon have to begin weaning my female from her unnatural habits.
Alphas don’t usually carry packs, but Brax and Usher were willing to be our beasts of burden since it was for Ouida. It helped that they were beta to Xen and me. Xen and I shifted long enough to fashion pouches and halters of sorts from broad leaves and twigs. Once we finished, we relaxed into our true forms and hurried home, baying joyously as our paws ate up the distance in seemingly no time.
She was waiting for us on the porch, her dark skin gleaming under the light of the full moon. Her teeth -- a wide blunt edged row of startling white -- were bared in her human expression of smiling and she’d already launched herself from the wooden platform before we shifted into bipeds.
“Wait until we can catch you,” I cautioned, rushing to intercept her before her round, plump bottom hit the dirt. I eased her down gently, waiting for her feet to touch the ground before looping my arms about her waist.
She went up on tiptoe to kiss me and laughed. “You guys always catch me, though I can’t understand why you haven’t put your backs out hefting this big butt of mine around.”
Xen came up behind her, growling at her words. He cupped her ass and squeezed until her soft flesh stood up around his fingers. “I love this beautiful ass and I’ll hear nothing negative about it, or I’ll be spanking it as I fuck you.”
I bit back a snarl, wishing I’d thought to say that when Ouida turned bright eyes on Xen and flung an arm out to drag him in for a hearty press of lips. “Sometimes you know just what to say to make my day!”
I tightened my arms around her, drawing her attention away from that damned smooth wolf. “I’m about to make your night.”
“Oh yeah?” She tipped her chin up and mock scowled at me, looking like an adorable pup trying to play grown up.. “You and what army?”
“Usher and Brax reporting for duty… Sir!” The two stepped up to us, running bold hands over our female’s hips and flanks, down her legs. “We’ll gladly take kitchen detail.”
She looked a question. “Kitchen detail?”
Usher skimmed a hand up her leg, ended with his palm covering her thatch of dense curls. “Where the heat is.”
“Oh.” Ouida’s breasts quivered as her breathy sigh ghosted on the night air. Her thighs trembled, knees relaxing as Usher rotated his hand over her mound, sent a finger questing through the swollen labia to sweep her dainty channel. A sharp, sweet aroma burst from her skin, inundating the area with her arousal, causing all our nostrils to flare. We soaked in her beckoning scent, our cocks rising in response of the powerful aphrodisiac.
Still holding her by the ass, Xen flexed his fingers, pulling the globes of her butt apart to reveal her puckered anus. “I’ve got the rear covered… to make sure there’s no retreat.”
She blushed. The wash of color stained her cheeks a rosy dusky brown while generating a heat that radiated off her flesh, painting the night air with ribbons of hot fuchsia lust.
“I suppose that leaves me guarding the front lines,” I quipped, dipping my head to capture a taut blackberry nipple between my teeth. The sharp nip I gave her made her squeal and tremble.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

Congrats to Our Authors!


Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!


New Review - SCREEN SHOTS: SEDUCED - Willa Okati

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


Ms. Okati has created a fascinating story about looking at things in a new way and opening yourself to new and unique opportunities. sometimes what you already have could be what you really want.


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ teresa-screensho ts1_seduced. htm


New Review - DAWG TOWN: PRAIRIE ROSE - Carlanime Bligh

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


Whew! Summer is sizzling in Barkus, Kansas. Ms. Bligh pens a throb-worthy installment to the Dawg Town series!


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ heather-dawgtown _prairierose. htm


New Review - DAWG TOWN: PLAYING FOR KEEPS - Dawn Montgomery

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


Playing for Keeps is by far the most emotional story I've read of the Dawg Town series. Blend that with humor and scorching hot kinky sex and you have one hell of a tale!


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ heather-dawgtown _playingforkeeps .htm


New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOT DAWG - Marteeka Karland

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


Marteeka Karland's skillful, descriptive style of writing paints a perfect mental picture. This light hearted short is a great addition to a funny series that just keeps getting better!


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ heather-dawgtown _hotdawg. htm


New Review - DAWG TOWN: CHIP & DALE - Mary Winter

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


.this cute addition to the Dawg Town series is romping good ménage fun. The chemistry between these three is sizzling!


http://fallenangelr 2009/August/ heather-dawgtown _chipanddale. htm