Monday, November 30, 2009

Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

Congratulations to all our authors!


New Review - DRAGON KIN: FIRE IN THE SKY - Michelle Hasker

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Michelle Hasker has created a strong but sympathetic character in Selena. I love it when the BBW gets the hot guy. keep the fan on high and the ice water nearby, for this happy ever after is a screaming hot one.

New Review - LIONSBANE - Marteeka Karland

Five Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Loving, protective and passionate.This eloquently written story draws you into the couple's world and I can only hope Ms. Karland has more in store for the Frozen Earth series.

New Review - DOWN & DIRTY 3: ANTE UP - Moira Rogers

Four Lips from Two Lips Reviews

Ms. Rogers has a great talent for weaving an erotic and suspenseful tale packed with action. The love scenes will set you on fire.

New Review - BLOOD CURSE - Mychael Black

Four Hearts from Love Romances & More

This author delivers a highly action packed story that keeps the reader entertained till the very last page.BLOOD CURSE is a wonderful short read that will keep you enthralled till the very end.

New Review - UNICORN VALLEY (Collection) - Lena Austin

Five Hearts from Love Romances & More

UNICORN VALLEY COLLECTION definitely delivers countless hours of fun, excitement that seamlessly blends into the other as you read these four stories. There is something for everyone here and you won't leave disappointed.



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Descendants of the Light Collection by Eve Vaughn (Paranormal, SF, IR)

Descendants of the Light (Collection)

by Eve Vaughn
cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-338-5

Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi

Theme(s): Interracial

Length: Collection


In the land of Zerus, a strange ailment is slowly wiping out the Ceyan race.

Willing to do anything to save their people, King Rohman and his brothers seek out the Ancient Ones to obtain the whereabouts of the last remaining The'Rans, a people known for their healing powers. To their astonishment, the last remaining The'Rans are on a planet called Earth -- and have no knowledge of their legacy.

Now four very different women face the same challenge -- kidnapped by winged warriors, taken to a strange planet, they must come to terms with their unknown powers, save the Ceyan people, and conquer the hearts of their mates.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Raven's Calling, Genesis, Hope's Heart, and Finding Eden and is also available in print.


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"If those bastards think they've heard the last of me, then they have another think coming! I saved that kid's life and as thanks I get suspended. I can't believe I might lose my hospital privileges for doing my damn job! Does that make sense to you?" Genesis's eyes welled up with angry tears.

"You can get hospital privileges somewhere else. You're a brilliant doctor." Eden patted her sister on the shoulder in reassurance.

"Do you honestly think they will give me a good reference to go elsewhere? Hello?" Genesis's hand tightened on the steering wheel.

"Gen, I understand your frustration, but you don't have to speak to me like that."

Genesis bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

The problem preying on her mind now was whether she would still have a place to work at week's end. Genesis knew Randolph had been looking for an excuse to get rid of her from the beginning. It didn't matter that the child probably would have died if she hadn't helped him. She'd broken hospital protocol.

"Hey, Gen. Where did you go?" Eden's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, hon. What did you say?" Genesis took her eyes off the road to look at her sister who was twirling one long braid with her fingers.

"I was just saying we've been driving for hours. I need to stretch my legs. Where are we anyway?"

"I don't really know." Genesis drove to clear her mind, with Eden tagging along at times. Somehow this time they'd ended up in what looked like Redneck Junction. "I think we should go to the next town before we get out of the car. I'm not waiting around for men in white sheets to come out and greet us."

Eden giggled. "This place doesn't seem so bad. You're being silly."

"I'm not being silly. I've see places like this in the movies. Do you ever see any black people in them?"

"Before we go, could you turn down that dirt road?" Eden pointed to the little turnoff up ahead.

"Why?" Even as Genesis asked the question, she felt the need to do exactly that. They drove for about half a mile before they came upon a little shack.

Eden stepped out of the car as Genesis pulled to a stop. "Eden, get back here."

Ignoring her sister, the smaller woman walked toward a mangled looking car. It was as if someone had ripped the roof off of it.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?"

"I think we should get out of here."

"I suppose we should start heading back. I have a lot of book reports to grade tonight." Eden sighed.

"Yes, and I have to sit around twiddling my thumbs while I wait for that pompous asshole Hawthorne to convince the rest of the board members to get rid of me."

"Being negative about it won't change anything. You're a fighter, Gen. We'll get through this."

"Listen, little Miss Sunshine, everything isn't all goodness and light. I've been fighting since the minute I earned my medical degree. I've had to jump through hoops to do the only job I ever really wanted. I'm sick of it. Has it occurred to you that maybe I'm just too tired to fight anymore?" Genesis ranted.

The stricken look on Eden's face was enough to stop her tirade. There she went again, snapping at her sister when she wasn't to blame. "Eden, I'm --"

"Genesis, look out!"

Before she could react to her sister's scream, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.

Excerpt from Descendants of the Light 2: Genesis

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Switched by Lizzie Lynn Lee (Paranormal, Humor, Ménage, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem)


by Lizzie Lynn Leecover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-295-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire

Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem

Length: Novel


Lynx shifter Kelly White tries everything to rekindle the flame back into her marriage. As a successful litigation lawyer, her brilliance in the courtroom is no compensation for her haplessness in bed. Kelly is afraid she's going to lose her husband Andi if she doesn't do something about it soon.

Nicolla Evers, a fiery kitty-cat, lives a glamorous life as a famous adult movie actress. Behind the camera and stardom, she's unhappy and yearns to get out from the industry to live a normal life. The problem is her abusive manager Harry has her in a tight grip, leaving Nicolla practically enslaved.

One morning, in a wicked twist of fate, the two shifters accidentally switch bodies. Will the two finally find the life they really want? Or is it only the beginning of an unstoppable sex fiasco?


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Kelly White suspected something had gone terribly wrong when she woke up. For one, her breasts had never looked this big. No, they were actually huge. She couldn't help but notice them the moment she opened her eyes. In a dream-like state, she wondered if a breast fairy had given her a surprise visit last night, and when her rational thoughts sorted her state of mind in order, panic seized her in a tight grip.

But that wasn't the only problem she had. When she slipped out of bed, she saw her legs had become long and slender. Super model legs. Her skin had turned the color of golden honey. Outrage! She was one of those women who looked so pale, she made a ghost look tanned by comparison. And she never got a tan either, she only got sunburned. What the hell is going on with me?

Her eyes flew wide open, scanning her surroundings. It wasn't her bedroom. She'd woken up in someone else's place. The bedroom was painted dark red, and it looked tacky with all the fringes, velvet draperies and period furniture that looked like it might have come straight from a museum. In the corner, an ornately carved vanity with a large mirror caught her attention. Kelly dashed to it to find out what was wrong with her. She screamed when she saw her own reflection.

The stranger in the mirror shrieked back at her. Kelly didn't recognize herself anymore; she'd become a totally different woman. She was normally a petite woman, but now she'd become a tall blonde with a curvaceous, lithe body that any woman would kill for. Her brown eyes had turned a sultry green, and her thin lips had become sensuous, pouty lips like those models on a lipstick commercial. She felt her face, pinching her cheek to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

This can't be real. I must be dreaming. She slapped her face just to make sure. Darn. It hurt. What's happened to me? Kelly's heart was thundering so hard, she thought she was going to have a heart attack any second now. She arranged her breath, trying to be calm. Relax, Kelly, get a hold of yourself. There's must be an explanation for this.

"What's with all the screaming?" a sleepy male voice came from the bed.

Kelly startled. She whirled around so fast she tripped on the vanity bench. She came crashing down like a blasted drunkard.

A man's head poked out from under the tangled duvet. "Kitten, are you okay?"

Kelly was cursing about her clumsiness until she saw the man she'd spent the night with in that bed. Her jaw dropped. The man was a golden god, head-to-toes of absolute perfection. He was muscled, with a sun-kissed body that was inadequately covered with the thin sheet. God, he was naked. Kelly blushed. His pale-gold eyes shone cat-like in the dark room. His blond, elbow-length hair, so lush and thick, fell onto his chest as he leaned up to find what was going on. And the man was freaking naked.

Oh, my God! Kelly went into panic again. She'd spent the night with a man who wasn't her husband. She was doomed. And what made it more doomed, she was also naked. She never slept in the nude because she'd never liked the feeling of being bare-skinned. Kelly's glance darted to a nearby chair and saw a crumpled towel. She snatched it in a hurry and made herself decent.

"Nick, are you okay?" The golden god scrambled up to sit. "You look pale, love."

Nick? So her name was Nick now? Outrageous. She was Kelly White, JD, attorney-at-law. Sometimes, people thought she was a bit prudish, but she could live with it. She knew she could be attractive, but she'd never indulged in playing up her appearance because she thought people should judge her by her personality. Her entire life was one of meticulous planning. She'd never done anything scandalous like this before, like waking up in a stranger's bed, buck-naked, in another woman's body -- which, she noted, had the most fantastic set of knockers she'd ever seen.

"Nicky!" She jumped. The golden man slipped off the bed and padded over to her. "Don't tell me you're high again already. We have a shoot this afternoon, remember?"

Shoot? High? Wait a minute, did he mean high as a drug addict? Great. Now she was a junkie too?

"Kitten, I'm worried about you." He touched her shoulders, helping her to stand, his tone tender and affectionate. "What's wrong? You've been awfully quiet since last night."

Kelly cleared her throat, fumbling with an answer. "Do I know you?"

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Phoenix Rising Anthology by The Changelings (Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Action/Adventure)

Title: Phoenix Rising (Anthology)
Authors: Lena Austin, Belinda McBride, Anne Kane, Tuesday Richards
ISBN: 978-1-60521-372-9
Word Count: 25K
Page Count: 81
Price: $5.49
Release Date: 11/27/09
Editor: Margaret Riley
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Genres and Themes: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Action Adventure


Like the legendary bird, the heroines of Phoenix Rising rise up from defeat, rebuilding their lives, and their loves, one night at a time.

Phoenix Rising: Fallen Angel -- Lena Austin
Angie’s an exotic dancer with a secret that could ruin her entire family. There’s a fanatic with a gun about to erase all her options but one -- the mysterious biker known as Tree…

Phoenix Rising: Draggin’ In Phoenix -- Belinda McBride
Alan’s no stranger to the cross-dressing scene, but when he spots the new face on the stage for the Coming Out pageant, it’s like a kick to his gut. Then again, Alan’s heard imitation is the most sincere form of flattery. Things really heat up when “Jesse” and “Lana” go Draggin’ in Phoenix!

Phoenix Rising: Fertility Rites -- Anne Kane
Beltane begins at sundown, and tradition dictates Rhys choose his life-mate from the single females who will dance for him. Tamara’s determined to win his heart -- but she’s not alone.

Phoenix Rising: What Doesn’t Kill -- Tuesday Richards
Rebecca’s determined to start a new life with Rick. But her past still haunts her -- despite the restraining orders. This time her ex may have pushed her just a little too far…

The Phoenix Rising anthology’s royalties go entirely to Save the Quiet Kitty, a fund organized to help our fellow writers with unexpected medical expenses and disaster relief.


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Tree still waited for Angie by the bar, where she collected her tray and gave him a blown kiss before running around to her assigned tables.

The wait had never been so long until closing. Nancy's athletic pole dance and Bambi's inspired routine with giant rubber bands got the usual applause, but time crawled until all but Tree staggered out the door.

He'd been drinking virgin sodas for the past two hours, so Angie knew he was safe to drive his prized '72 Harley Sportster safely home. Tree crooked his finger at Angie when the closing bell sounded.

Curious, Angie picked up her leaden feet and acted like she could care less if she made the walk back to the bathroom to change into decent warm clothes for the long walk home. She cast one quick glance at the door with relief, knowing her ex-boyfriend would not be there to harass her if he hadn't arrived by now.

Tree spotted her nervous eyeing of the door and smiled. "Chill, Red. Your ex won't be there. Some of the guys -- and I won't name names -- found out what Bob had been doing to the most ladylike of the dancers in their cherished bar." He cleared his throat and winked. "They had a little chat with ol' Bobby Boy. He's a little occupied keeping breathing, I understand."

"Oh." Angie bit her lip to keep from grinning back at Tree. She felt a little sorry for Bob and hoped his bruises would ache as long as hers had until she'd left him. "Thank you."

Tree drank the remains of his cola in one gulp. "Enlightened self-interest, Angel Face. We don't want to lose our ladies to turds like him." He put his glass on the counter so Sue could wash up. "Need a ride home? I've seen you walking down San Juan."

Angie nodded slowly. Did she trust him so much? She surprised herself by answering with a yes. Would he expect a sexual favor in return? What if he did? Would she? Oh, hell yes, she would. She wasn't a virgin by a long shot. Decision made, then. "I'd love a ride home, especially on your Harley. Got a spare helmet?"

Tree swallowed, and he looked away for a moment. "Yeah. I came here for the express purpose of... seeing to your safety, Angel Face."

She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Maybe he did like her and sex wouldn't be a mercy fuck, after all. She was used to being the ugly stepsister and best pal to the more lovely of her friends. Maybe for once she'd found a man who could see beyond her curves. "I appreciate the ride. Did you like my dance, then?"

His jaw tightened and his hand clamped down on her wrist. He guided her hand until she caressed a thick hardness in his jeans. "Yeah."

Friday, November 27, 2009

Naughty Nights: Commanded by Kate Hill (Action-Adventure, SF, BDSM, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Naughty Nights Series)

Naughty Nights: Commanded
by Kate Hill

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-135-0
Genre(s): Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Naughty Nights
Length: Novella


When Finesse, a private detective from Earth, is hired for a dangerous job on the planet Shandra, she can't resist the challenge. She's tired of passive Earth men and the aggression of Shand males is known throughout the galaxy and beyond. Finesse has spent her life fantasizing of a man who can dominate her, but she never dreamed of finding two.
Security Chief Blackstare and his aide, Rocksurf, have been lovers since their training days. Still, Rocksurf hasn't been able to tempt the scarred, brooding warrior into a traditional Shand marriage -- two men, one woman. Little did they imagine it would take a willful Earth woman to change their lives forever.


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Every Shand baby inherited a family name that was seldom used, except in public records. By the age of six months, children were given a single name by their parents or guardian. When they reach eighteen, they selected a third name. To the Shand people, three was a sacred number and the third naming ceremony was an important rite of passage to adulthood.

Names were not given at random, but reflected a characteristic of the person. His parents had called him Stare, due to the intensity of his eyes, even in infancy. Growing up, he had learned to use his icy blue eyes to control others. He'd found that many adults couldn't endure his gaze and often bent to his will. He thought long and hard over the perfect third name. After the rite of passage, during which he fought three full-grown warriors then used the ritual poker to burn three small spheres into his chest, he became known as Blackstare.

On the same day, four other boys also took the rite, among them his oldest friend, Darkrock, and a youth called Rocksurf, who had recently come to their sector.

Rocksurf wasn't as tall or burly as most Shand warriors, but he was strong and very quick. During his matches at the third naming rite, Blackstare couldn't help admiring him. He had dark brown hair that he wore fairly short. It dampened with sweat as he fought, the glossy tendrils matting to his head. He had strong features, an aquiline nose and wide-set eyes of a very rich brown. Other than his height, Rocksurf was a perfect example of a Shand male -- dark and ruggedly handsome with enough scars on his sleek body to make him respectable.

Blackstare, on the other hand, was ugly even by Shand standards. There was nothing wrong with his body -- few males could compare with his nearly perfect proportions -- but a shuttle accident when he was fourteen had left him covered with scars. He wouldn't have minded if he'd won them in battle, but they had been the result of a stupid error by a pilot during training maneuvers.

After the ceremony, Blackstare, Darkrock and the other boys -- now men -- decided to celebrate in the city. Rocksurf glanced in their direction, then turned and walked away.

"Hey, aren't you coming?" Blackstare called. Something about this guy gave him the same rush as battle.

Rocksurf paused and turned, looking rather surprised. They'd never met before today, but after sharing the rite of passage together, they were no longer strangers.

"Come on," Darkrock said, motioning with his head toward his shuttle, which they'd be using for their trip to the city.

Rocksurf approached and fell into step beside Blackstare.

"You're new to the sector, right?" Blackstare said, unable to keep his gaze from his new companion. On Shand, male-male relationships were common. A typical Shand marriage consisted of two men and one woman. This was done for two reasons. First, three was a sacred number. Second, on the planet Shandra men greatly outnumbered the women. If two men didn't share a wife, then many males would never have the opportunity to marry and have children.

Blackstare hadn't thought much about having a family. Dedicated to his career, he focused on perfecting his skills and serving his sector. Yes, he'd been with men before and even an occasional woman, but this was the first time anyone had ever made his pulse race just from walking beside him.

No doubt Rocksurf felt the intensity of his gaze. Blackstare excelled at using his eyes to get what he wanted.

A slight smile played around Rocksurf's full lips and he moistened them with the tip of his tongue. A jolt of desire shot through Blackstare and his cock actually leapt in his trousers.

"I get why you're called Blackstare," he said.

Shrugging, Blackstare grinned and ran a hand over his shaved head. His gaze never left the dark-haired youth. "What's the significance of Rocksurf?"

"My parents' shuttle broke down on a tropical island. I was born on the beach, so they called me Surf. I picked Rock because I've excelled in hand-to-hand combat. In my old sector they nicknamed me Rockfist."

"I noticed in your matches during the ceremony you have a bastard of a right hand."

Rocksurf's lips curved in a crooked grin. "Thanks. You looked pretty advanced too."

"I'm enrolled in sector-wide security training. My family has always been in security."

"Mine too. That's what I'm enrolled in. Maybe we'll get assigned to the same unit."

Blackstare's stomach clenched with anticipation. He hoped so.

In the city, the group went to a bar where they had a meal and drank spiced ale, except for Darkrock. He passed on the ale since he was the designated pilot. Afterward they watched an array of exotic dancers at a local club.

For some reason none of the dancers appealed to Blackstare nearly as much as Rocksurf. When the others decided to head for another club, Blackstare asked Rocksurf if he wanted to go to the beach instead. While waiting for his reply, Blackstare thought his heart might beat through his chest. Given his appearance, he'd learned to shrug off rejection, but tonight was different. Rocksurf was different.

"Yeah. I've had enough clubs for tonight," Rocksurf said.

"See you at the barracks," Darkrock said to Blackstare, who nodded.

Though he and Darkrock were close friends, they'd never been lovers.

The others left and Blackstare and Rocksurf waited for the shuttle bus. They got off at the beach on the outskirts of the city. It was too early for the crowds to arrive, so other than an occasional person they had the beach pretty much to themselves. They reached the coastal caves and paused.

"Want to check them out?" Rocksurf nodded toward the caves.

The two headed inside, using the light sticks on their utility knives to brighten their way.

After several moments, they entered a small cave, partially hidden behind an enormous boulder.

Blackstare's heart thumped wildly as he placed an arm on either side of Rocksurf's head, trapping him against the cave wall. He wanted to get a hell of a lot closer to this guy, but did Rocksurf feel the same?

The dark-haired youth moistened his lips, his gaze fixed on Blackstare's. "Are you safe?"

"I got my disease control shot last week with the rest of my unit."

"So did I."

Tilting his head slightly to the side, Blackstare asked, "You wanna fuck?"

"Do ships fly?"

A smile tugged at Blackstare's lips and he stepped away to pull off his clothes. Hopefully no one else would wander into the cave, but at this point he didn't care. He wanted Rocksurf so much he thought his cock might explode at the first touch of skin.

Rocksurf pulled off his clothes too. His lean body was well-muscled, his chest broad and legs long and sinewy. His thick cock rose from a nest of wiry black hair and Blackstare couldn't resist combing his fingers through it before curling his fist around Rocksurf's shaft. Rocksurf grasped Blackstare's cock too, making him swell even more.

"You like to give orders or take them?" Rocksurf asked, his voice lower and huskier than before.

Blackstare grasped him and forced him face-first against the wall. Holding Rocksurf's arms behind his back, he spoke close to his ear, "What do you think?"

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

Congratulations to our authors!


New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOMECOMING - Selena Illyria

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


It is hot and hysterical in Barkas, Kansas! I really enjoyed the explosive tension between Alina and Taylor and the sex scene couldn't get any steamier!


New Review - MATE MARKS: THIRST - Kate Hill

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


A fast-paced read, this novella pairs an intelligent, independent woman with a handsome, self-taught man who is as determined as he is compassionate.sizzling hot, emotionally charged and entertaining from the first kiss to the end of the story.


New Review - HOT TIN ROOF - J. Hali Steele

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

J. Hali Steele has created a species unlike any other. Hot, sexy and gorgeous.the scene in the kitchen of the coffee shop is as hot as any I've read.


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

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


A well-written mix of futuristic and paranormal elements.a smidgeon of intrigue to some sizzling hot sex, an array of conflicts and secrets, and a good dose of action for one intriguing read.



New Review - DAWG TOWN: HUSTLE - Anne Kane

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews


...a campy, but sexy as hell installment to the humorous Dawg Town series. I really loved the hot-to-trot, hustling-in-heat, prairie dog Kaylee.



Monday, November 23, 2009

Catari Heat Collectioon by Kyla Logan

Catari Heat (Collection)
by Kyla Logan

Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-341-5
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Collections
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Length: Collection

It was to be their last mission -- until a crash landing on a mysterious, remote planet leads to the adventure of a lifetime.
Leah owes her life to the mysterious being who calls himself Darius. He claims she's his promised mate. When Ashley awakens from her healing sleep she finds the two men of her dreams at her side.
A rescue mission. Garrick, alpha of the Lioni pack, has finally found Kira. The seer, Jilla, instantly recognises Keevan, as well.
Catari. A world inhabited by powerful shapeshifters -- sleek feline predators. Nothing will keep them from claiming their mates.
This collection contains the previously released Catari Heat series novellas, New Beginnings, Double the Pleasure, and Mate Fever. This collection is also available in print.

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"I can't believe this is going to be our last mission ever, Ash. It's not fair that we have to stop flying once we're mated, but males can keep on piloting," Leah said for about the thousandth time.
"I hate it as much as you, but we have to accept it. Don't give me that look." Ashley turned away to look at her control panel.
"I know. Sorry. I don't know what is wrong with me. I haven't been sleeping well. I wish I had more time to get to know Jason before we're mated." Leah sighed and turned back to her instrument panel, buckling herself into her harness. "Prepare to come out of leeway."
Leah slowed the shuttle down as they approached the planet. "Orbit is stabilised," announced the voice of the onboard computer.
Ashley unclipped her harness and moved around her control panel, ready to start collecting readings. "I don't believe this."
Leah turned around, worried by the shaky tone in Ashley's voice. She was staring at the planet in front of them with a stunned expression on her face. Raising one hand she pointed at the screen. "That is the planet I have been dreaming of, I am sure of it."
"How is that possible? I thought you were just having erotic dreams." Leah turned back to look at the planet, wondering why Ash had dreamed of a place she'd never seen before.
The computer blared out a warning. "Instrument failure, orbit destabilising."
"Get yourself buckled up again," Leah shouted as they fought to stabilise the shuttle, but the situation was hopeless. One way or another they were landing on the surface of this planet.
* * *
Leah groaned as she came to. Her head pounded, her sides ached. The pain made it hard to concentrate, to remember what had happened, to figure out where she was.
Curls of smoke rose and bright sparks shot from the damaged wires and circuit boards. The burning smell stung her nose as she unclipped the safety harness holding her in the pilot's chair and carefully stood up, holding her sore ribs as she did. When the shuttle crashed, she'd been flung forward in the safety harness. Although it had saved her from serious injury it had bruised her sides.
"Ashley!" Leah shouted.
What a mess! Anything that hadn't been secured was scattered all over the floor. Stepping over the ruined equipment as quickly as she could, she headed to the back of the shuttle looking for Ashley.
Leah found her friend beside the damaged control panel console, one arm at an unnatural angle half in the safety harness. Kneeling by her side Leah pressed her fingers to the warm skin of her throat. There was a pulse. Weak, but still a pulse. Thank Skyla! Leah gently moved Ashley so she lay flat on the floor of the shuttle. Straightening Ashley's arm as much as she could, she made her as comfortable as possible for the moment, but her friend needed help and fast.
Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to focus. Picking her way through the wreckage, she made her way to the storage compartments for the mediKit. Rounding the corner she stopped abruptly. The medi compartment door hung wide open. Bits of the mediKit lay scattered in broken pieces on the floor.
Slumping against the bulkhead, Leah closed her eyes, wondering what on Skyla she could do for Ashley now. Feeling light-headed from the pain in her ribs, she searched for something she could use to immobilise Ashley's arm, but found nothing. The mediKit would have fixed her broken bones in a second. She'd have to create a makeshift splint instead. Ripping up some of their uniforms would provide the only strapping she would be able to use as binding on a splint for the broken arm.
Moving back through the litter and debris, Leah went into the sleeping quarters. Clothing was thrown everywhere. Only after she had ripped the shirts into strips did she realise that there was nothing on board the shuttle that she could use as a splint. She remembered seeing wooded areas as the shuttle had crash-landed. Maybe she could find some sticks or branches to use outside the ship. At least she knew the atmosphere was breathable from the few readings they had been able to gather before the systems failure.
Leah made her way back to Ashley's side. Thank Skyla! Her pulse was a bit stronger, but Ashley's arm was swelling quickly. She needed to strap it as soon as possible. Going to the exit, Leah entered the combination for the door. Nothing. She tried again. Damn. It barely opened far enough for her to slip out. Wincing at the pain in her side, Leah squeezed her body through the narrow opening. Misjudging how much force she needed to use to push the door open further, she fell forwards. Screaming, her heart lurching, she tumbled through the air.
Leah gasped as she slammed into the hard body of a man. Tears came to her eyes when his strong, muscular arms came around her, causing agony. Leah opened her eyes and lifted her head off the bare chest of the man who had broken her fall. She stared down into the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen. A woman could drown in eyes like those.
And he wasn't alone. Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted lots of feet, feet attached to long, long legs. Attempting to push herself up from the man she was sprawled across, she felt the heat and hardness of his erection.
Well, he's happy to see me, she thought, annoyed and a little frightened when he wouldn't release her. Who was he?
But more importantly why was her body responding to his? Ripples of pleasure coursed through her body, her nipples drawing into tight buds as they pressed against her uniform. Her pussy ground against the growing hardness of his cock as she stimulated it unintentionally, trying to make him release her. She took a closer look at him, trying not to let him know she was studying him intently, wanting to figure out what was causing her body to react to him in this disconcerting way.
His glossy, jet-black hair looked like silk, and it cried out for her to run her fingers through it. Where on Skyla did that thought come from? He had a firm, hard jaw and his lips were fuller than she was used to seeing on the males of her people. Strange, but on him they looked just right. His scent was musky male combined with... was that vanilla? What an unusual combination.
She had a strong feeling she could trust him; although why she felt this instinctively she didn't know. The men surrounding them all had dark hair, in varying lengths. They wore garments similar to loincloths, very brief, that left little to her imagination. Not that she needed an imagination since she was lying on one of them feeling every broad inch of him.
She pushed as firmly as she could against his shoulder again, but she could not get away from him. He was like a brick wall of muscle, only oh, so warm under her fingers. Sparks ran through her hands where she touched him.
Her pussy grew warm and wet, as if her body was preparing itself for him. Her nipples, already hard points, seemed to tighten even more as they pressed against the hard planes of his chest. She must have suffered from a concussion. That was the only logical explanation for the strange reaction of her body. She couldn't physically move him, so she decided to try to influence him by telepathy. Such actions were frowned on by her people but she was desperate to distance herself from him.
All she met was a blank spot. Leah moaned at the violent pain that shot through her head as she tried to link with his mind. What on Skyla is going on? How is he able to block me?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Horsfall 3: As the Crow Flies by Jade Buchanan

Horsfall 3: As the Crow Flies
by Jade Buchanan

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-275-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Horsfall
Length: Novella


Shire horse shapeshifters Bayard and Marshall Stoddard have never been happier. They have a man they both love in safety consultant Oliver Philip, and the common enemy that brought the three together has finally left them alone. Or so they thought...

When Oliver travels to the mountains of Alberta to conduct a safety audit on a ski resort, he runs into a completely different animal than the twins he's in love with. The massive crows he spies upon his arrival aren't exactly human, and it seems they have a cautionary tale about a group of men who would destroy the Stoddards without a care. Oliver isn't sure what to believe, until he gets a phone call from Marsh telling him Bay has gone missing. Oliver must find the strength inside himself to fight for the two men he can't live without.

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The sound of Oliver's cell phone ringing interrupted whatever Jack was about to say. Oliver quickly answered it, recognizing the ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, baby. You get in all right?"
"Bay! How did you know we were here already?" He smiled as he always did whenever he heard one of his men. He still had moments where he wondered what they were doing with him, but the twins were slowly convincing him he was worth their love. He had to pinch himself some days to prove he was awake and this was really happening.
They'd been together for well over half a year now, and they were more in love with each other every day. He had to stop himself before he started getting all mushy, but life was pretty danged good right now. He was almost afraid, actually. Things were nearly too good. His inner cynic was currently waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Well, I could say that I'm just a genius and know everything..."
Oliver shook his head. "Yeah, but then I wouldn't believe you."
"How 'bout I know how long it takes to drive up through the mountains to Crowfoot?"
"That, I'll believe. How're things? You and Marsh ready to go out and work the ranch this morning?"
"We've been up and working for a few hours now, lazy bones."
"Hey! I'm not lazy. I've been driving for hours, stuck with Jack in a truck."
"How's he doing? He coming to the office Christmas party? I'd love to meet him in person."
Yeah, Oliver still wasn't sure what to do about the Christmas party. He had one every year for his staff and contractors, but this would be the first time he'd actually bring a date. By now all his employees knew he was gay and dating a man, but they didn't know he was actually dating two men. He was grateful they seemed not to have a problem with his sexual orientation, but still... It was one thing to be open minded and another thing entirely to be that open-minded. Oliver had already bitten the bullet and asked both Marsh and Bay to come to the party.
He was planning on introducing just one of the men as his boyfriend, but he wasn't sure what to do about the other. They'd had this conversation before, and both men claimed they understood why he couldn't openly date both of them, but it made Oliver's chest ache to virtually deny one of his men.
Turning back to the conversation at hand, Oliver wrinkled his nose. "I asked him, and I think he's going to make it." Glancing over at an openly eavesdropping Jack, he grinned. "Although, I may have to rescind the invite. He's being just a bit too forward."
Predictably, Jack placed a hand over his chest. "You wound me, Boss Man, wound me."
Oliver was pleased to note he didn't look any different than before. Oliver was still self-conscious about doing something with his men in front of other people. Gay marriage might be completely legal in Calgary and the pride scene alive and well, but there were still a few individuals who weren't exactly supportive.
Laughing, Oliver turned to the side, trying to make their conversation just a bit more private. "I miss you already."
"Really? I miss you, too. I'm standing here thinking about you. Getting hard, actually. Just hear the sound of your voice, and I want to do all sorts of naughty things with you. I can't wait to get my hands on you again, bend you over and ream your ass like I'm dying to right now." Bay growled, the sound making Oliver's nerve endings stand up and pay attention.
Oh, they couldn't do this now. Could they? Oliver risked a quick glance at Jack, seeing the man looking off to the side. Obviously trying to give him some privacy now, but Oliver still couldn't have this conversation in front of him.
"Give me a second here, Jack."
Jack twisted, waving a hand. "No problem. I just want to breathe in this air. Take your time. We're a bit early anyway."
Oliver crawled back into the truck, closing the door with a snap. "You're an evil, evil man, Bayard."
Soft laughter was his only answer.
"You can't say things like that and not expect me to retaliate after all." Oliver smiled despite himself, turning his back to where Jack was standing outside.
"Is that so?"
"Mmm. Did you know when you say things like that, I get the most insatiable urge to find a nice quiet place and play with myself? Run my fingers up and down my dick, cup my balls. Soft. Gentle. Just waiting for a firmer touch to come and show me what I need."
"No, no, you started this." Oliver grinned. "Now I'm sitting here with a hard-on that's dying for more. I wonder if Jack would mind if I just sit in here for a while and think of you and Marshall while I jerk off."
"Shit, Ollie," Bay moaned.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Empire 4: Dawn Rising by Cat Marsters

Empire: Dawn Rising
by Cat Marsters

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-347-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Series: Empire
Length: Novel

"No one hides from the Empire. They see everything, they know everything."
For too long Callie has been in pursuit of revenge, Edward has been searching for forgiveness, and the Empire has held the world under its boot.
Callie has a unique skill that can gain access to the Emperor and end his tyranny. To unlock it, she needs a man -- a strong, hot man like Edward. But Edward is too tortured by the failures of his past to believe he can save the future. Until an insistent drumbeat fills his head and drowns out the screams of his past, leading him to the one woman who could be his salvation.
There will be love and hot sex. There will be blood and sacrifice. And finally, if they can pull it off, there can be freedom from the Empire.


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Any minute now...
Callie arched her spine and dropped her head back, letting her auburn curls brush her bare shoulders. Her tiny, bejeweled excuse for underwear tinkled as she twisted her hips, shimmied her breasts and generally gave the assembled watchers a hell of a show. The pounding, thumping music thrummed through her, heating her blood, pumping rhythmically through her veins.
She wore silk, the diaphanous fabric clinging to her oiled skin and revealing more than it concealed. The tiny pair of panties and matching bra, both consisting of a little bit of chain and a few jingling coins, hardly concealed her modesty.
But since Callie didn't consider she had much modesty in the first place, she didn't reckon much would be needed to conceal it.
"You. With the red hair. I want a private dance."
Yes. The man who'd spoken wore expensive clothes and had a discreet datapad strapped to his wrist. He was Imperial, from his neat goatee beard to his impeccably fashioned boots. Callie knew the type. He probably imagined he blended in perfectly with every other man in the dark, steamy, scented room, but to her, he absolutely screamed Empire.
She shimmied her hips and danced over to him, letting a sensual smile curve her painted lips. For a second, she gave herself over to the music, the heat and the thrum and the pounding beat. The air swam with spices and the scent of sex.
Her hands brushed the bare sides of her breasts and she shivered.
The lights flickered.
Callie forced herself to concentrate. The trick was to look as if she were about to orgasm just from his presence -- but keep herself as unaroused as possible.
When she reached him, she undulated to her knees and bowed, letting her hair fall forward over her face, then lifting her head and pouting in the general direction of his crotch. Since he sat with his knees wide apart, this wasn't difficult.
"My lord," she purred.
"Your name?"
"Boudicca," she said, allowing her lips to shape the word decadently. She arched her spine again, thrusting out her breasts and baring her throat. "How... private... would you like this dance, my lord?"
He shifted in his seat, but not before she'd seen the stirring at his crotch. "Right here," he said, and she resisted the urge to frown.
"Are you sure, my lord? We have private rooms. I could dance," she let her voice caress the word, "just for you."
He cleared his throat, the thought obviously tempting. But he said, "No. Just here."
She smiled. Some men liked to watch, and some liked to be watched.
"Very well," she purred, and rose elegantly to her feet. Motioning to one of the pipers to play for her, she began to dance, a steamy, sensual dance that was as close to sex as she could manage by herself and with her clothes on. She'd taken pains to learn it, to perfect every intricate step, to imbue every motion with sensuality. Each slow slide of her arm from its loose sleeve of transparent silk, each twist of her thigh that partially bared it, each undulation of her hips, was designed to simulate sex. To make a man's pulse race, to make his temperature rise, to make his cock swell.
And the Imperial in front of her was, after all, just a man.
Thank God they're too misogynistic to have many top-ranking women, she thought as she bent backwards almost fully, her head in his lap and her breasts inches from his face. Men thought with their dicks: it was universal. A woman was much harder to trap.
She arched her bare foot and slid it along the tiled floor toward him, toes pointed, harem jewelry gleaming in the softly shimmering lights. The movement slid her thigh free from the billowing silks draped from her hips. A bead of sweat trickled over her skin.
The bulge at his crotch got bigger.
"Come here," he rasped. "Dance closer."
She did, and he bid her closer still, until she was dancing between his spread thighs. The whisper of silk against her skin, the brush of hair over her back, the scent of her own skin, oiled and perfumed and hot, all turned her on.
The lights flickered again.
Remember he's an Imperial. A gutless killer. A filthy, soul-rotted rapist.
The lights beamed brighter.
The Imperial had his hands on her waist now as she gyrated in front of him. Her breasts bounced around an inch or two from his face, and his eyes were huge. Hell, she could probably rob him blind at this point and he'd barely notice.
Callie bent backwards at the waist, arching her breasts away from him and curving one hand over her head to touch the floor and support her own weight. This put her scantily-clad crotch right in his line of vision, covered only by the jeweled thong and some very thin silk.
The Imperial made a strangled grunting sound, and Callie smiled. She raised one leg, slowly, sensually, sliding her foot up over his boot, his calf, his thigh. His pants were of the specially created material the Empire used on its high-ranking soldiers and officials. Every inch of it recorded and transmitted what he was doing. It had certainly recorded his location and physical state -- including his sizeable erection.
Probably, it was taking pictures of her near-naked pussy too.
She ran her foot up over his hip, the belt carrying his laser pistol, and slid it around his waist, using it to anchor herself as she uncurled her spine and slid onto his knee.
He was breathing fast now. She straddled his thigh, and that damned clever fabric was probably taking samples of her sweat to transmit her ID to the Empire.
His hand slid up her bare ribcage to her breast, and cupped it.
"Mmm," Callie said, inching closer. "That'll cost you a little more."
"I'll pay," he said hoarsely, and as his mouth descended on hers Callie thought, You certainly will.
He was a good kisser, enthusiastic and skilled, his tongue tracing her lips then plunging inside. His hand tightened on her breast, and Callie let out a little gasp that was part pain, part pleasure, as the metal links and coins bit into her flesh.
Don't, don't, she willed herself. Filthy, soul-rotted rapist, remember? Don't enjoy it. Don't get excited. Not yet. One little blast won't be enough.
She needed to store it up. Build up the pleasure, and then let it explode.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Damon's: Masked by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Masked
by Sophia Titheniel

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-271-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella

It's time for the annual Masked Ball at Damon's. Meredith, Alyan's meddlesome sister, organizes it herself. All guests are granted anonymity, thanks to mandatory costumes and masks, and couples and singles mingle in the great club's ballroom for a night of adventure and eroticism.

The ball is Alyan's chance to spice up his and Damon's relationship a little. With the help of his sister, he picks the perfect disguise and lures Damon to the master bedroom for a highly erotic foursome with two beautiful strangers. It's the first time Alyan has tried something this daring. What will happen when Damon finds out the two strangers are none other than their friends, Jesse and Alagos?

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"You mean to tell me you haven't fucked in over three weeks?"
"Shh!" Alyan looked around the crowded coffee shop, waving his hands agitatedly in front of his sister's face. "Keep it down, will you?"
Meredith shook her head and sipped her coffee, surveying Alyan with narrow, shrewd eyes. "How did you let this happen?"
"I didn't let this happen. I don't voluntarily give up sex, you know," he muttered, eyes skittering from side to side as though he was afraid someone might listen in.
"But it has happened, right? That's why we're here."
Alyan sighed. He rubbed his face with both his hands and nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay, care to tell me how this all started?"
"There's not a precise day," Alyan mumbled. "We're just busy with the club."
"Right." She paused, took another sip from her cup. "So when was the last time you two had sex?"
Alyan blushed crimson. Even if there had never been what you would call a line between him and his sister, in terms of sharing personal information, he still didn't feel quite comfortable talking about his and Damon's sex life in a very public place. Especially considering that public place wasn't two blocks away from Alyan's former office. And true, Alyan was doing so much better now that he wasn't working in that smothering, nine to five environment anymore, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with being caught by one of his ex-coworkers while sharing intimate details with his sister.
"It was, uhh, four weeks ago," Alyan confessed, downing his coffee as though he wished it were whiskey. "We were closing up... Jesse and the other bartenders had gone home. We, um, sneaked in one of the rooms and... you know."
"Wait, oral doesn't count. It's either all the way, or you need to give me another date."
"It was all the way," Alyan gritted out. "But we've both been too busy, or too tired, or too --"
"Boring," Meredith finished, biting into a chocolate éclair and giving her brother a look. "All excuses."
"They aren't excuses!"
"You are immortal beings. Your sex drive should behave accordingly. If it dies after only a few human months, well, then, we have a problem."
And that was precisely what Alyan was afraid of, what he couldn't admit, not even to himself. Alyan knew that even if his parents, bless their souls, would never say so, he was quite the disgrace to the Elven kind. He lacked the charm, he lacked the innate confidence, sensuality and elegance that was distinctive of their race. When the barriers between humans and Elves had come crumbling down, Alyan saw it as a blessing, a way he could mingle and draw as little attention to himself as possible. He lived life on the sidelines and that had always been fine with him, but Damon?
Fuck, Damon. Alyan buried his face in his hands and sighed. Everyone said he and Damon were an explosive couple, opposites attracted, and so on, but Alyan knew just how exciting Damon's life had been before they got together.
Even though it had been Damon who pushed for Alyan to move in with him and be all domestic, Alyan couldn't squish that nasty voice at the back of his mind that kept reminding him how boring he was. And if their sex life had gone sideways he knew, reasonably, that he wasn't the only one to blame (takes two to tango and all that). He still couldn't help but feel like it was up to him to try and fix it.
"What can I do, Meredith?" Alyan urged her, feeling slightly desperate. "I don't know what he wants."
"You're his boyfriend," Meredith retorted. "And you've been his best friend for the best part of a millennium. If you don't know, how should I?"
"Because you're his best friend, as well," Alyan pressed. "If there's anyone in the world that knows anything about him, it's you. I'm not going to ask his exes."
"Well, maybe you should," Meredith said bluntly, leveling him with a hard stare. "They didn't seem to have a problem keeping him between the sheets."
"You're supposed to be on my side."
"I am."
"Then be helpful!"
"I am being helpful. I'm telling you, right now, that if you want to know how to get your sex life back on track, I am not the person you should ask for help. After all, I've never slept with the Elf."
Alyan sniggered. "One of the few."
Meredith smacked him on the head. "I'm serious. There're opportunities to, as they say, rekindle the flame, and it's up to you to try and find them."
"So what am I supposed to do, track down each and every single one of Damon's partners?"
"Not all of them," she smirked. "One's gonna be enough."
Alyan blinked at her. "One who?"