The Queens of Merab 3: Temair's Aire by Violet Summers

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The Queens of Merab 3: Temair's Aire by Violet Summers cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-422-1 Genre(s): Paranormal Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, BBW Series: The Queens of Merab Length: Novella

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Book Summary On the world of Merab, women rule, while men wield the magic. It's been an equitable system, until now. Temair knew that one day she'd have to step up and take her place as Queen of Emetra; she just didn't expect for it to happen so soon!

Now she finds herself on a Tour of the Queendom in search of her four Consorts –- the four men whose Elemental magic will awaken hers. Her First Consort, Fyre Lord Miach, is all warrior. Her Second Consort, Rayne Lord Dathan, is all play. Bonding with Fyre and Rayne was almost effortless. Aire is giving her some problems –- mostly because his mother has him so sequestered that Temair hasn't even caught a glimpse of the man!

When she finally does, Temair isn't at all prepared for what she finds. Instead of a stone cold fighter or a playful playboy, she finds a man scarred by life. Zevan needs more than Temair's love; he needs the love and support of the family she's building, too. Only by seeing himself through their eyes can he truly believe he's worthy to be Temair's Aire.

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The Queens of Merab 3: Temair's Aire
Violet Summers
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Temair paced the large sitting room restlessly. Even wrapped up in a woolen shawl and calling on her inner fyre, she was still chilled. Poor Dathan was huddled before the monstrous fireplace trying to warm his thin blood.

She approached the floor to ceiling windows covering the north wall. The Aerie was built atop a giant cliff; all Temair was able to see were never-ending gray skies above and the equally dull waters of the Galta Sea below. At night she could hear the waves crashing into the walls making sleep difficult.

Even Dathan, who was always at home near the water, wasn't drawn to the turbulent tides below. This was not the same place her Aire father had described to her. She'd expected the physical chill; she just hadn't realized the cold would be soul-deep.

She'd spent two days looking out these windows waiting to meet Lady Alta's only son, Zevan, and for two days she'd been told that he was ill. Instead the Lady had foisted her nephew Nabal upon them.

Temair had taken an instant dislike to the man. He was too eager to talk with her exclusively. He completely ignored Miach and Dathan, treating them more like servants than her Consorts. That behavior alone would have made her dislike him, but there was more. Anytime she made an inquiry concerning Lady Alta's son, Nabal had a snide comment to make concerning the other man. Rather than defending her son, Lady Alta always laughed and remarked how observant Nabal was.

The wide double doors at the end of the room opened and Lady Alta, escorted by the odious Nabal, entered the room with a flourish. The older woman smiled as she approached, but Temair wasn't fooled. There was no joy in the Lady's silvery eyes. She wasn't even sure the Lady had ever experienced that particular emotion.

The Lady wore her hair in the short, spiky style of the Aire people, the dark charcoal color indicating the strength of her aire magic. White strands flowed from her crown to frame her face.

"Princess," she bowed slightly as she stopped next to Temair. "I assume you have been taken care of. All your needs met?"

Temair bristled at the slightly caustic tone the woman took. It was obvious Lady Alta didn't like Temair, but since she had not been blatantly rude, Temair bore her tedious behavior.

"Thank you, Lady Alta, all my needs have been met, with the exception of meeting your son." Temair gripped her shawl tighter around her not only to relieve the sudden chill in the room, but to keep from strangling her hostess.

The Lady's smile faded. "Yes, well, he is still not up to visitors. But I have good news. Nabal has been generous enough to offer to escort you on a tour of the grounds."

By the elements! Temair did not want to spend any more time with Nabal. She wasn't the only one who couldn't stand the man. Miach wanted nothing more than to choke him to death. Dathan was more diplomatic, but he lost no opportunity to make Nabal look like a fool without him realizing it.

"Thank you, Lady," she said between clenched teeth, then turned to Nabal. "And thank you, Nabal, for your time."

"You are more than welcome, Princess. It is no chore escorting such a beautiful woman around my home." His smile reminded her of a predator just before they bit the head off something small and helpless. "I will meet you here in three hours." He bowed, then straightening he held out his arm for his aunt and they made their exit.

Temair smiled ruefully as she walked over to the divan Dathan was huddled on. Miach came out of the corner he'd been hiding in to sit down on her other side. "Spark, if I have to spend another minute with that little snake I will kill him for sure."

She patted her husband's cheek. "Now, now, my warrior. I let you hide in dark corners whenever they come to speak with me. I won't let you abandon me during our little excursions."

Dathan leaned forward. "Quit whining, Consort. At least you're warm. I haven't felt a lick of heat in three days."

Temair raised an eyebrow. "Not a lick, Lord Rayne?"

"Okay, maybe a few licks here and there," he grudgingly admitted. "But even then one side of me is generally cold." Miach snorted at Dathan's complaint. "If Number One over there wasn't such a baby, I could sleep in the middle and be kept warm by both of your fyres." Dathan's pout pulled at Temair's heart. Miach's scowl tickled her sense of humor.

"It's not my fault you have such thin blood, water boy. It's not my job to keep your skinny ass warm." She stifled a laugh as their familiar bickering continued.

Finally, she grabbed each man by the hand. "Enough, you two! Tonight you can sleep between us, Dathan." When the Rayne Lord's blue eyes began to glow, Temair laughed. "Sleep, Dathan," she emphasized with a grin.

"Spark," Miach's warning growl lit her fyre and made her wet.

She leaned over and kissed him deeply. Pulling back she stared into his burning black eyes. "Please, Miach, do this for me. I promise all will be well."

Dathan reached out and squeezed Miach's thigh, causing her warrior to jump. "Don't you worry, hot stuff, I won't touch anything."

"Damn right, you won't," Miach grumbled.

Dathan winked at him. "Unless, of course, you beg me to."

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Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified by Mychael Black

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Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified by Mychael Black cover art by Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-59596-556-1 Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy Theme(s): Vampires, Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian Series: Spirits of Abaddon Length: Novella

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Book Summary Jesse Eldridge and Gabriel Walsh have their work cut out for them the moment they step foot into Gabriel's home world of Abaddon. With the elemental ice mage Lazarus and his demon lover Semoriel, they uncover the unthinkable: a plot to overthrow the throne of Abaddon itself. When they discover what has become of the archdemon Ba'al, treason and betrayal soon rear their ugly heads. One of the four isn't quite who he seems, and it's going to change everyone's life when the truth comes out.

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Spirits of Abaddon: Sanctified
Mychael Black
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"There is no cure, is there?"

"What?"

Jesse Eldridge fell back onto the ground and stared up at what he knew might be his last star-filled evening. "For whatever Lazarus did to me."

"Why do you think there isn't a cure?"

He shrugged. "Gut feeling." He glanced over at his lover, Gabriel. At one time, he'd have described Gabriel Walsh as "otherworldly," but now, Jesse fit that description even more so than Gabriel.

Gabriel lay beside him, propped on one arm, and stroked the fingers of his left hand along Jesse's jaw. "Jesse, I promise you, if there is a way to save you from Lazarus' magic, I will."

"I know." Jesse smiled. "I trust you. Really."

"Good."

When Gabriel leaned down for a kiss, Jesse forgot everything. His life hung on an ice-cold thread, and yet all he wanted to do was let Gabriel love him into oblivion. The notion froze Jesse in an entirely non-magical way.

"What's wrong?" Gabriel pulled back, brows knitting in concern.

Was this love?

"When this is over... when we confront Lazarus and Semoriel... what happens after?"

One eyebrow lifted and Gabriel cocked his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Jesse groaned and threw his forearm over his eyes to break contact. "I don't know."

Gabriel chuckled and eased Jesse's arm away before taking another, slower kiss. His warm breath puffed across Jesse's lips, chasing away the ever-increasing chill. "There is nothing to fear," he murmured. "Your heart is safe with me."

Before Jesse could reply, those lips sealed over his own, silencing any words before they could form. Jesse moaned, arms draping around Gabriel's neck. Future be damned; he needed whatever Gabriel would give him.

Gabriel shifted until he rested between Jesse's legs. Their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, and every minute move sent a rush through Jesse. Gabriel rocked just enough to grind them together and Jesse arched to meet him. One hand drifted down Jesse's side to grip his left hip. Instead of pulling him close, however, Gabriel pinned him down. Jesse squirmed and grunted in frustration.

"Impatient?" Gabriel chuckled softly.

"Shut up and fuck me," Jesse grumbled. "God, you're a fucking tease."

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Rogue Warriors Collection by Marie Treanor

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Rogue Warriors (Collection) by Marie Treanor cover art by Zuri ISBN: 978-1-60521-358-3 Genre(s): Series: Rogue Warriors Length: Collection

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A new war rages on Earth, and growing numbers of Dome City humans blame their immortal allies, the mysterious Dragul.
Jake Lindow is a rebel with a cause -- leading the band of outlaws who harry the Ministry in pursuit of peace, freedom and the end of Dragul domination. Kidnapping the beautiful Dragul, Crina, is part of Jake's plan; falling in love with her isn't.
Sorin, a powerful Dragul mind-specialist, is called in to investigate a violent prisoner of war whose abused mind needs all his skill to heal. For Sergeant Tanya Blake, attracted to Sorin's gorgeous, leather-clad body yet repelled by the power of his mind as it invades hers, is in the grip of desires that hover between sex and murder. As world leaders gather for a peace conference, Gina, sex-starved daughter of the Dragul king, has more personal goals -- a night of forbidden sensual pleasures before her political marriage to Sylvus, leader of the western Dragul. However, when Gina picks up not one sexy human lover but two, she risks security, peace and ultimately her own heart.
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Rogue Warriors
Marie Treanor
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Crina's father observed, "You have stepped up your security."
Of course he would notice something like that. Dragul security was his primary concern and that had grown to encompass the security of the humans they tried to protect.
"Sadly, it has become necessary," the Minister replied grimly as he took his seat opposite the Dragul delegation. Refreshments were served by discreet staff. Crina, who was thirsty, accepted a glass of water with gratitude, then nearly gagged on the taste.
Recycled water, her father said inside her head -- not without enjoyment. Disgusting, isn't it?
Foul.
The Minister went on, "We have a malcontent element in the Dome who would do anything to bring down the government."
"Organized malcontents?" Aurel enquired.
"Very," said the Minister ruefully. "They've blown holes in the Dome itself, prevented troops departing, disrupted victory celebrations, stolen arms, even organized -- and protected! -- demonstrations against the government. These rebels give no thought to the war, or to what losing it would mean to us."
"Guess life here's so bad that they don't care."
Everyone stared at Crina in surprise. "Sorry," she said, without troubling to appear very convincing. "I meant to speak internally." In fact, she thought she'd achieved exactly what she meant to, which was to show her father that she couldn't be pushed around. Wherever he made her go, she'd still speak her mind and go her own way. And though she shut off her thoughts to him, his pale, piercing eyes revealed that he'd got the message.
Until Eve observed, "The child has a point."
Crina frowned at her in annoyance, but Eve's attention was on the Minister, who said irritably, "I am fighting a war!"
A conveniently distant war, Crina thought cynically. It was being fought largely over the off-shore islands and had not yet penetrated the mainland, never mind the Dome itself.
Eve pointed out, "You've made a lot of unpalatable changes in pursuit of that war. Freedom of speech, gathering, news, movement -- all casualties."
"We have done what is necessary. Sacrifices for the greater good."
"Maybe, but you haven't sold it to the people, have you? What do your rebels want? Their freedoms back?"
"The majority of people understand and approve," the Minister said with dignity. A flash of malice crossed his face and was gone. "And one of their stated aims is, in fact, repudiation of our alliance with the Dragul."
"Well," Aurel murmured, after a few moments of silence. "It has always been a voluntary alliance."
"And we have no intention of changing that," the Minister assured him hastily, afraid, clearly that his jibe had backfired. "I mentioned it only to show you how impossible these people are to deal with!"
"Well," Eve suggested, "Decide what you're willing to give and negotiate with them. It would make your life easier to have them on your side. Why not allow them more freedoms, ease their discontent? They'll be happier then with your association with us."
"Might I remind you that these are internal matters and not subject to Dragul scrutiny?"
Eve flushed slightly, much to Crina's amusement. Clearly she hadn't quite forgotten her old allegiance to this place, to troublesome humanity.
"It's hardly scrutiny," Aurel objected. "The queen is merely offering advice from a depth of experience necessarily greater than your own. You are under no obligation to listen to it, far less to take it. As always, we speak as friends, no more and no less."
He was an impressive bastard, her father. Not for the first time, Crina was torn between resentment and admiration. It seemed impossible to best him, equally impossible to convince him that he wasn't always right.
Changing the subject, Crina asked, "So who are these rebels? How did they come together?"
"Jake Lindow," said the Minister with loathing.
"Their leader?" Eve asked.
The Minister nodded. "He was a soldier -- an officer in fact -- dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders in battle. He came home, presumably with a chip on his shoulder, and seems to be a magnet for other malcontents. Unfortunately he brings military precision and weapons knowledge to this ramshackle crew and they operate with an efficiency that can be worrying. So far we've captured none of them. We know he has his old sergeant with him -- Rose Dando. And a mutant from the City of the Damned, also an ex-soldier. A few known outlaws and a lot more unknowns who help him. He moves around the Dome, hiding out in various lofts and cellars, sewers and maintenance tunnels. We've found traces only after he's moved on. But we will get him one day...”
After this statement which sounded more like a prayer, the Minister seemed to pull himself together. "Anyway. He is the reason for the added security you noticed. We blocked off the roads to hide your arrival -- since they are so opposed to Dragul, extra protection for you is considered necessary."
"But our arrival wasn't completely hidden," Crina objected.
"I think you'll find it was," said the Minister irritably. "The buildings around here are all secure government offices or storehouses. Trust me, from the moment you entered the Dome, no one without security clearance has seen you."
Crina wondered if the three people on top of the tall roof had security clearance. But before she could enquire, the Minister had moved on to arrangements for tomorrow's meeting with the full Ministry. Crina stifled a yawn.
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Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch by Lacey Savage

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Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch by Lacey Savage cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-393-4 Genre(s): Paranormal, Guilty Pleasures, BDSM Theme(s): Werewolves, Magic and Mayhem Series: Last Call Europe Length: Novella

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Being summoned home to be married is the last thing Vito Moretti expects. But before he can convince his father that he's not about to be chained down to any woman -- especially one he's never met -- Vito swings by Last Call for one more night of pure, unapologetic pleasure.
Margot LeFevre has a duty to uphold, and a mission to fulfill. And nothing would jeopardize both quicker than ordering a drink from Last Call's exotic menu. Still, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be someone different, just for one night. Someone sexy, someone alluring, someone free to give in to the need for pleasure and pain that simmers inside her.
Lucky for her, she's about to find out.
Classy Bitch: Whore in designer clothing, ripe for the taking.
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Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch
Lacey Savage
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With the severed head of his opponent dragging on the ground behind him and his heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline, Vito Moretti grinned widely at his audience. "Let it be known that a winged serpent is no match for a Synai warrior!"
His voice boomed through the clearing where he stood, surrounded by two dozen of the greatest warriors gathered from among the top werewolf packs in the country. Yet instead of awe and admiration, he saw nothing but envy and hostility in their eyes. Every warrior there had dreamed of being the one to bring down the jaculus, but Vito had robbed them of the opportunity for that particular glory.
Well, to hell with them and their resentful scrutiny. He wasn't here to make friends. He'd been summoned because the fine people of Lanchester, Maine, had a problem they couldn't solve. The jaculus had been terrorizing humans and werewolves alike, running unchecked for the better part of a month. They'd needed someone skilled in the art of fighting savage monsters, someone with a proven track record, someone who wielded a variety of weapons with brute strength and elegance. They'd needed him.
Vito tossed the creature's head to the ground. It rolled, leaving a slick puddle of purple blood in its wake, and landed at the feet of the man who'd summoned the warriors to the rescue. The Alpha of the Dorai pack eyed the prize, then nodded once, curtly.
"We thank the great Synai pack for sending a fighter capable of ridding us of this evil. Your reward, warrior."
He stepped aside, making room for four women to step through the gap in the crowd. Overhead, the forest canopy swayed and rustled. The battle had taken the better part of the night, and now the sun rose in orange hues through the trees, sending the women's long, curvaceous shadows swishing across the grass.
"My daughters are yours to do with as you please. They will see to your every need for as long as you wish to stay among us."
Ah, now this was more like it! Vito gave a hoot of laughter and swept two of the women into his arms. His cock responded instantly with a jolt of excitement that surged through his bloodstream, mingling with the adrenaline already there.
He planted a kiss on the luscious lips of the nearest woman. "I accept your generous gifts."
The sisters giggled as one and rubbed up against him. If the air in the clearing had been dark with hatred before, now it practically churned with the rancor and bitterness of those assembled.
Vito's hand went to the fastening of his jeans. He'd show them why a Synai warrior was the only one who could claim the spoils of this battle. He had enough stamina to satisfy all four women, and then take on the rest of the pack's females. It would be a tough job, but someone had to do it.
One of the Dorai Alpha's daughters covered Vito's hand with hers while she knelt before him. She undid his zipper and gasped in appreciation as his cock sprang free.
Damn, but he loved his life. There was nothing like roaming the world looking for the next fight, the next fuck -- not having to answer to anyone about what he did or didn't do. No commitments, no promises, no expectations. Just freedom, violence, and as much pleasure as his mighty cock could handle.
A hot mouth closed around the tip of his dick. He groaned, and so did the other men in the clearing. The rustle of clothes followed. No doubt the warriors had themselves in hand by now, staring wide-eyed and short of breath at the erotic display before them. If they couldn't be him, at least they could live vicariously through him.
"A message for the Synai warrior! A message!"
Vito's eyes snapped open just in time to see a short, slight-of-build man elbow his way through the crowd. He sighed and pulled away from the eager mouth that held him tightly in its moist grip. Cool morning air streamed over his heated shaft, sending a shiver through him.
"What is it?" he snapped at the messenger. "Can't it wait?"
"No, sir, I'm afraid it can't." The man lowered his voice and leaned in close enough so the others couldn't hear. "It's from your father."
The shiver turned into icy fingers of apprehension. Leave it to the old man to know exactly where he'd be at any given moment, even when he was half a world away. Still, Vito recognized where his loyalty lay. He owed his father his allegiance. He could postpone his well-earned reward for a few minutes to hear what his father had to say.
The messenger pulled a yellow envelope from his coat pocket. Vito grabbed it and turned it over, leaving fingerprints of purple blood across its pristine surface. The envelope tore beneath his hands, and he pulled out a sheet of crisp, unlined paper.
On the paper, Vito's father had scrawled six words. Vito read them, failed to comprehend them, and read them again. That's when the eager lust that had been swirling through his system dissolved in a pool of acid that gurgled in his gut.
Come home, the catastrophic note said. You're to be married.
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Spaceport: Jaguara by Shelby Morgen

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Spaceport: Jaguara by Shelby Morgen cover art by Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-60521-411-5 Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Men and Women in Uniform Series: Spaceport Multi-Author

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Titan Station's running low on water. Situations like this call for a little creativity -- something cats are usually good at. Unfortunately sometimes wrangling comets means crossing a few interplanetary lines. This time Kiefer Gatson's got himself in a hell of a mess. One little misunderstanding with the Amalgamated Scavenger's Guild and now Allied Planet Security's after him. Worse, he's got Orloft, the cyborg bounty hunter, on his tail.
Now Kiefer's stuck -- literally -- on Spaceport Adana, trying to impersonate a Kitali. Which lands him on top of Officer Ramie, who smells good enough to eat. December Ramie, he could surrender to -- or the other way 'round. Either would be fine. But he's not really a Kitali, and if he shifts now, he's going to blow his cover.
Before he can save the station and claim the woman as his mate he's got to wrangle his comet into a docking bay on Titan Station and get paid. Which brings things back 'round to Orloft, his impounded ship, and ten tons or so of undocumented water.
One cat. One comet. One woman. What could go wrong?
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Spaceport: Jaguara
Shelby Morgen
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"It's that time of the mornin' when the sun starts comin' up, and I'm standin' on the corner with my guitar and my cup..." From his seat at the bar, Kiefer sang softly in time to the heavy beat of the music. Unfortunately, the Kitali with the mic in his hand was far too drunk to manage to get the words out right. Kitali generally sang badly enough when only mildly intoxicated. This Kat had guzzled down at least five rounds too many.
"Hey, you're pretty good. Why don't you give it a try?"
Kiefer spun to face the voice. Shiny silver-blue hair sculpted into a wave that wrapped around her head, too short skirt, barely there scrap of clingy mesh fabric that revealed more of her boobs than it covered. Waitress. Not a threat. One by one, he forced his muscles to relax. "Thanks, but I don't have any desire to be in the spotlight." Oh, like all cats, he loved to sing, especially old Earth "Country" ballads, but he didn't need that kind of attention. Not here. Not now.
"Can I get you anything?" The look said he needed to order, or move on.
He didn't bother to look at the drink list. What he really needed was food, something solid to put in his stomach, but he wouldn't eat anything they'd serve in a dive like The Haze. "I'll have a Mendozan Cooler." More credits than he ought to spend, but then, unless he could find out who'd put the bounty on him, and why, this might well be his last night of freedom. Wasn't like he'd have any use for credits on a penal colony.
"Coming right up." The waitress gave her hips a little extra twirl as she turned toward the bar, sending her short skirt floating up to reveal the tight, trim lines of her perfectly sculpted ass. Kiefer nearly whistled. That bit of work must have cost a few hundred credits. Nice job.
The Kitali roused himself from the floor in time to sing the line, "But my sun ain't come up yet this mornin'." Of course he was at the wrong place in the melody, and obviously paying no attention to the ancient teleprompter, but no one cared. Kiefer wasn't sure if the few patrons near enough to notice were clapping for his singing, or because it was finally over.
Kitali. Kiefer snorted softly. What an insult to cats everywhere.
"You know that guy?" The waitress was back, nodding her chin at the far end of the bar. "He's looking for someone. Has a bounty. Picture looks a lot like you."
Kiefer's attention snapped from the stage to the far end of the bar. Blyat! Orloft. Not just a bounty hunter -- a Battle 'Borg. So much for going through channels. Whoever was after him had decided to bypass 'Port Security protocols. Kiefer slapped a fifty credit token on the bar and prepared to meet his fate. Or the back door, whichever came first.
Only apparently Haze didn't have a readily accessible back door. Lots of shadows and alcoves, but -- Sukin Sin! He tripped over the drunken Kitali, who'd crawled off the stage -- or been tossed -- and nearly went down. Damn thing was next to invisible in the dar... Blyat! That was it!
With a thought, Kiefer vanished, and another drunken Kitali staggered toward the exit. Somewhere deep in the bowls of Spaceport Adana his father rolled over in his grave. Or perhaps flowerbed. Hard to tell with Dad...
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BLOOD CURSE (Mychael Black)

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A quick but good read. I look forward to reading more in the Blood and Fire series.

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BONDS OF THE MALERI COLLECTION (Kate Steele)

Four Hearts from Love Romances  & More

I was absolutely blown away. This is truly a wonderful collection of stories that will leave you breathless from start to finish.

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DRAGON SHIFT (Alice Gaines)

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This is a story for all the dragon lovers in the audience. Alice Gaines has created a world that is believable and yet fantastic at the same time.

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MARA BY THE SEA (Faith Talbot)

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.a beautifully written emotional lead-up to the first time these three are sexually together. I enjoyed Mara by the Sea and finished it still wanting more.

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SCREWED AGAIN (J. Hali Steele)

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Witty and very erotic characters. I could not wait to see what kind of trouble Purple and Peter could get into.

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SHADOW PLAY (Jeri Duvall)

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Can love transcend time? Can love conquer injustice? I couldn't put this ebook down once I began.

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Double Time 3: Kittens Scratch by Kate Hill

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Double Time 3: Kittens Scratch by Kate Hill cover art by Sahara Kelly ISBN: 978-1-60521-291-3 Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi Theme(s): BBW Series: Double Time Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Scientists Passioniera and Seductress are conducting research at the sacred lake on their home planet of Amazurn when they're transported to a primitive world called Earth.
Twin brothers Ben and Cole are in the woods, enjoying a much needed break from work, when they come across two of the strangest women they've ever met. They claim to be from another planet, have erection-inspiring curves and put the word "attitude" in the dictionary. Despite their craziness, Ben and Cole find the ladies irresistible.
On Amazurn, a man's place is in the home. Barefoot, bare-chested, with a baby in one hand and a dishtowel in the other. Passioniera and Seductress are attracted to rare alpha males and they get more than they bargained for with Ben and Cole. They're tall, strong, independent and absolutely irresistible.
When great sex turns to something more, the couples must choose between logic and love.
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Double Time 3: Kittens Scratch
Kate Hill
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After what seemed like an eternity of churning in the overpowering whirlpool, Passioniera and Seductress dropped onto the shore of an unfamiliar river. Gasping and choking, the redhead and the brunette sat in the mud and rocks and tried to get their bearings.
Shoving her hair from her face, Seductress said, "What the hell --"
"Do you know where we are?" Passioniera interrupted, excitement gleaming in her dark eyes.
"I'm afraid to think about it."
"We're on Earth!"
Passioniera had to be right. One moment the women had been on their boat conducting experiments. The next they were sucked below the surface and swept into a breath-stealing whirlpool. They had been studying a great hole located in the sacred river on Alpha Island South on their home planet of Amazurn. Great holes -- rare portals between two worlds -- located on Amazurn invariably led to Earth. Passioniera and Seductress had dedicated their lives to the study of great holes and the distant planet Earth. Only recently had scientists discovered ways to predict when a great hole would open.
"We've hoped for this chance to travel to Earth," Passioniera continued, her eyes still aglow.
"Yes, but we didn't expect to do it today. From the very little we know about Earth, it's still a primitive planet. What are we going to do until the great hole reappears and we can go home? That's assuming our equipment still works and we can figure out when the great hole will come again."
Passioniera's brow furrowed. "That's a good point."
Both women glanced at their wrist computers and unzipped their waist packs. They removed their science monitors and medical kits. The packs as well as the equipment had been made to withstand various conditions, including submergence in water. Still, nothing had quite prepared them for the full force of the great hole.
"All my equipment seems to be in working order," Seductress said. "How about yours?"
"It's fine, but I don't see any indication that a great hole will be opening any time soon. That means we're going to be here for a while."
"Great." Seductress tossed her hands in the air.
"It could be worse."
"How?"
"We could have drowned."
Meeting her friend's gaze, Seductress said, "From the very little we know about this planet, we might have been better off. They don't have contact with aliens yet, let alone know about great holes and Amazurn."
"Then we'll have to find a way to fit in. Aren't you even a little excited about this opportunity?"
"Sure. Just as long as nothing horrible happens to us. Passioniera, we're completely unprepared for this."
A wicked grin spread across her friend's face and she said, "I know. Isn't it exciting?"
"No!" Seductress snapped, then sighed and added, "Maybe a little."
The women rose to their feet and surveyed the area.
"The atmosphere is very similar to Amazurn," Passioniera observed. "The few humans who accidentally traveled to Amazurn did report that."
"My monitor is picking up human life about half a mile in that direction," Seductress pointed downriver.
"Well, we better take a look."
"And hope they're friendly."
"Good thing the weather is warm. We're soaked to the skin," Passioniera said, wringing out her long hair.
The women followed the river, moving swiftly over the rocky ground. A short time later, the readings on their monitors grew stronger. Glancing through the trees, they saw two tall, sleekly-muscled males wading into the rocky stream. They wore nothing but shorts that exposed a great deal of their long, muscular legs. Their sandy blond hair was cropped short and even from a distance there was no mistaking their handsome features.
"Wow, Passioniera, it looks like we ended up on Alpha Island Earth," Seductress murmured. Her fear of landing on this planet seemed to have faded in the presence of these sexy men, but that wasn't surprising. For such a brilliant scientist, Seductress was often ruled by her pussy instead of her brain.
Yet Passioniera had to admit she was right about these being Alpha males. On Amazurn, powerful, assertive men were banished to the Alpha Islands for fear that they would use their aggression to take over the female-dominated world. Unlike most of her species, Seductress wasn't attracted to the slight, delicate males common on Amazurn. She had a fetish for powerful males. These two Earth men were straight out of her fantasies.
"Yeah," Passioniera said, her voice just above a whisper. Her gaze fixed on the men who now lay chest deep in the water, only their broad shoulders and gorgeous faces visible.
"Girl, I think this is the perfect time to let them know we come in peace," Seductress said. She took a step closer to some rocks leading across the water, but Passioniera stopped her by resting a hand on her arm.
"What?" Seductress asked. "While we're here we should take the time to learn as much as we can. What better way than to make love with these beautiful aliens?"
On Amazurn, it was perfectly acceptable for women to act on their carnal impulses. Pleasure houses were a major source of entertainment. "Because we're not sure how they'll react," Passioniera said.
"They're men, so their first impulse should be to please women."
"Remember, they're Earth men. And what about safety?"
"According to the monitors, our contraceptive, disease control shots are still working."
"I don't mean that kind of safety. I mean how do we know they're not overly aggressive?"
"Passioniera, if you don't find them attractive and don't want to fuck them --"
"It's not that," Passioniera said. "They're very handsome, especially the leaner one."
"Excellent. I prefer the heavier one."
"I just think we should be careful."
Seductress snorted. "I'm always careful. You're the one who was so thrilled about us being here."
"That doesn't mean we shouldn't be cautious."
"Do what you want, Passioniera. I'm going to introduce myself."
Seductress continued toward the water. After a moment's hesitation, Passioniera said, "I'm coming."
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Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce

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Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-59596-804-3 Genre(s): Futuristic, Hot Flashes Theme(s): Shapeshifters Series: Hybrid Length: Hot Flash

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Jared Duncan is a scientist. He's stuck up in space in a pod with a cat. The sexual software programs aren't enough to satisfy his passionate appetites. What's a man to do?
Savannah isn't an ordinary cat. She's a Hybrid, a shapeshifter, a quasi-human. And an expert navigator. She's happy to provide Jared with whatever he needs. As long as he returns the favor.
They form a strong partnership, in bed and out. When an explosion threatens their lives, they work together to survive, refusing to let anything tear them apart.
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Hybrid: Savannah
Ruth D. Kerce
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Copyright ©2010 Ruth D. Kerce

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Savannah put on the holo-helmet and started up the program as instructed earlier by her mission commander. She wasn't much of a voyeur, but Jared loved to tinker with the software on board and often came up with special creations for her to experience.
The virtual location slowly came into focus, and she immediately felt restricted. As best as she could, she looked around InterGalactic Diversion -- a sexual entertainment station, according to the sign on the far wall -- but she was unable to move enough to see much. Her wrists appeared to be tied to a pair of planks. Sex planks? Her ankles were tied too. Just slightly off the ground, she hung on exhibit, naked and spread-eagle.
What had Jared done this time? The program allowed her to see herself, viewing the scene as if separate from it, but at the same time feeling everything that was happening, which made for an intense sensory experience.
A tall, strong man stood behind her with a multi-lashed whip. Even with the black mask covering his eyes, she recognized it was Jared. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She knew her fate.
With a smile of satisfaction, he wielded the whip like an expert, landing blow after blow to her back, butt and thighs. Her body jerked, not in pain, but surprise at how real it felt. The soft lashes didn't hurt her skin, only made her very aware of her body. The sound of leather against flesh echoed throughout the station as their images projected off the reflective walls.
The stimulation of her senses affected her mind and her body. She craved sex. Sex with Jared. "Yes, yes, yes."
As the whipping continued, spectators began to gather, mostly men, but a sprinkling of women, as well. "Fuck her!" a man in a full head mask yelled. Others nodded, and many voiced their encouragement.
Savannah had never experienced anything like this in her life. Because it was a program, she felt safe and eager for more.
After a glance at the crowd, Jared dropped the whip and unlaced the front of his leather pants. When he pulled out his cock, both women and men alike gasped. His boots sounded heavy on the flooring as he approached her from behind. "You ready?" he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. He nudged her ass with his cock.
Her moan of anticipation didn't go unnoticed by the crowd, who fell silent. She raised her butt as much as she could. With one hard thrust, he impaled her cunt with his cock. "Oh, yes, Jared!"
The crowd cheered their approval while he fucked her wildly. Chants of "Go, go, go!" filled the station as the spectators clapped enthusiastically.
Her fingers curled into fists, and she screamed, "I'm coming!" She twitched and squirmed.
The crowd roared. They shouted encouragement and chanted in a variety of languages until she finally stilled.
Not yet done with her, Jared continued to fuck her hard. She lay limp on the sex planks, no longer responding to his aggressive thrusts. With a grunt and a roar of his own, he finally came and relaxed against her back. "Did you like that, Savannah?" he whispered in her ear.
Savannah wasn't sure if he was referring to the sex or the program itself. Either way, her answer would have been the same. She pulled off the holo-helmet and hung it back on its wall hook. Then she shut off the program.
She took in a deep breath and let it slowly ease out of her, calming her racing heart. "Wow."
After watching and experiencing Jared's sexual fantasy, she was in need of some major physical contact. The real kind. She fluffed her hair, shifted into her feline form, and went in search of Jared.
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Amuse Muse Me Do by Sharon Maria Bidwell

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Amuse Muse Me Do by Sharon Maria Bidwell cover art by Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-60521-284-5 Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor and Satire Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem Length: Novella

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When called into her editor's office, Gayle Winter imagines many scenarios, but not one of them involves an order to spice up her latest manuscript. Unknown to Gayle, the universe has decided a visit by her muse is just what's needed, and having set eyes on her, the muse is only too happy to oblige. Gayle's attractive, and it seems an easy assignment. All Gayle needs is to remember what it's like to have a sex life... something Roeman can certainly work on.

Little does the muse expect her to have such an immediate and disastrous effect on him. Not only does he fall headlong in lust (and love), Gayle does the unimaginable. The one to be inspired inspires the muse so that he finally "discovers" his true name. Doing so changes his importance in the universe.

Only one question remains. Will Roeman have to leave Gayle forever to fully realize his potential and fulfill his destiny? Will either of them survive without the other if the universe refuses to step aside?
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Amuse Muse Me Do
Sharon Marie Bidwell
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Copyright ©2010 Sharon Marie Bidwell

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"It's your manuscript," Eileen Whipple said before Gayle's backside even touched the seat. She hesitated only a microsecond before letting her sweet cheeks compress the leather. The chair gave a soft sigh, reminiscent of a former lover.
Gayle was more used to waiting while Eileen ploughed through a sea of phone calls. Indeed, the best way to catch Eileen was on the phone. To receive an invitation to the inner sanctum, rather than have to scale the walls, meant either incredibly good news or more likely bad.
"I called you here to talk about your book." Eileen stated the obvious a second time, so it did not bode well.
The woman's gaze roamed the surface of her desk, spotting an errant stapler. She reached for it and put it away in the drawer. She turned the photograph of her children, and then turned it back as though she preferred its previous placement. Lights blinked on and off on her phone, but it appeared she was letting her assistant answer calls. The sound of traffic three storeys below rose up muffled by distance. Odd muted sounds of life filtered through the walls. Inside the office, it had become strangely, almost eerily silent. Gayle began to like this less and less.
"It's..." Still words eluded her. Eileen finally tamed her wandering hands by clasping them together in front of her on the desk. "It lacks..."
"It lacks something?"
"Yes!" Eileen shouted in what sounded like relief that Gayle had said it for her, though Gayle didn't yet know just what it was she had said.
"Is it the main character's background?" Gayle suggested helpfully. That she could easily fix. "I can include more detail. I just didn't want to bog the reader down with facts." Often writers had whole histories worked out for their characters though they might only use a fraction in the story. Sometimes it helped Gayle to get inside a fictional person's head.
"No, no, it isn't that." Eileen waved the suggestion aside and Gayle's heart sank. As a comparatively successful author, she had worked especially hard on this book and felt certain it was her best. That Eileen should call her into the office like this was disastrous.
Gayle slumped in her seat. The leather complained, gave what sounded like a quiet fart and her face warmed, though she felt unsure if it was because of the noise or her work. She waited for the noose to tighten, for Eileen to tell her that if she didn't pull up her proverbial socks, they could no longer work together. It was difficult to tell what she feared more, whether to be stricken over the idea that the book sucked or the loss of a great agent. Eileen was the best.
"There's nothing wrong with it," Eileen said.
Huh? Gayle only stopped scowling when it began to hurt. She made an impatient gesture. Why was she here?
"That is to say there is nothing wrong with it, precisely."
Crap. This was when Eileen would tell her the story didn't quite hit the mark, that she couldn't represent this book in its current condition. Gayle wasn't exactly facing a deadline but she had wanted to kick back. Summer loomed. She wanted to write some letters, short stories, kick the characters for her next novel around in her head and up the metaphorical backside. She had thought she was finished with this one; it was done!
"It's just..." Eileen searched for the words somewhere in the universe, apparently. For the first time ever, Eileen Whipple was beginning to piss Gayle off.
"Just come out and say it." She refrained from adding she was an adult and she could take it, not certain in that moment that she could. Eileen looked her in the eye, and set that determined look on her face that Gayle knew and usually loved so well.
"It's the closed bedroom door," she explained, although that didn't explain anything at all. Gayle searched her mind and her heart. She couldn't for the life of her recall a closed door, bedroom or otherwise.
"You always stop at the closed bedroom door," Eileen went on. "Your books are marvellous. They're snappy and vibrant. The characters are adorable, funny, and lush. Readers sympathise with them, hurt when they hurt, laugh when they laugh, but I think it's time you picked up the pace. I think these good books could truly be great if you weren't so, so..."
"So?" Gayle prompted.
"Shy."
For a writer, it could be especially exasperating to find oneself truly lost for words. After impersonating a fish for several seconds, Gayle finally managed to say, "I am not shy. Neither is my writing. My reviews never say anything of the sort." This felt like a good argument on her part. Reviewers and readers alike called her books many things, including steamy.
Eileen lifted a hand and smoothed back her hair. Gayle inwardly sneered. No hair came loose on that honeyed head; they wouldn't dare. Despite loving Eileen, Gayle had to admit the woman took power dressing to a completely new level. A new book title spun through her mind: Eileen Whipple's Nipples and the Immaculate Conception. What type of books did Eileen want her to write?
"That's not what I meant. I meant you..."
"Yes?"
"You just stop before the action gets started. You..."
"Yes?"
"You withdraw."
"Withdraw?"
"Before penetration."
Her face no longer felt warm, but as if it was glowing; her blush was one of embarrassment and Eileen saw it.
"You see this is what I'm talking about. Gayle, you're an adult. Sex shouldn't embarrass you. It should be a highly valued part of your life."
"I have a sex life," she protested, wondering if Eileen had some vision of cats and knitting when she looked at her. Her sex life didn't actually... include anyone else participating at this moment in time but that wasn't the point.
"I wasn't implying you're abnormal in any way." Eileen sat back in her seat, and amazingly, her chair didn't make a sound, though Gayle couldn't see where the seats differed. Perhaps Eileen had broken hers in long ago or, like people, inanimate objects just didn't dare disobey her.
"You take your readers on a wild jaunt of the senses. Take them along with you in this as well. Let them feel what your characters feel when they get to the end of the ride. Your characters are sexy. Let your readers feel sexy too. Let them share the climax. Your books so far have been great foreplay..."
"Foreplay?"
"Foreplay."
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