Monday, February 28, 2011

Hot Flash! Mating Moon by BJ McCall


Mating Moon

by B.J. McCallCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-588-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Werewolves, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Moonlust
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Leigh Kendale never wanted a tame wolf and Hudson Bast is anything but tame. He's strong, handsome and her brother's partner in the Paranormal Crime Unit.
Hudson Bast lives on the edge, working a dangerous job that requires life and death decisions. He wants Leigh, but he knows making love to her beneath the moon has life changing consequences. They came together beneath a moon of misfortune. Only true love can survive the forces that tear them apart.
Excerpt:
Mating Moon


B.J. McCall

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Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall



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She stood in the moonlight, her skin gleaming and silvery, her curves accented by shadows. Although good manners and respect for one's host demanded he look away, Hudson Bast stared, awestruck. The sultry summer wind shifted, floating her amazing scent toward where he stood at the opposite end of the deck that surrounded the rambling house. He inhaled, relishing her scent, a rich tantalizing mixture of woman and wolf. A shiver of needs long ignored slid down his spine. After a dozen years with the Federal Paranormal Crime Unit, Hudson was well beyond believing anything had the ability to astound him, but his reaction to Leigh Kendale had him reeling.

Over the years, his partner, Lanton, had talked about his family and his twin sister. Hudson had felt comfortable meeting the family until he'd laid eyes on Leigh. The sensual awareness he'd felt the moment he looked into her amber eyes had hit him like a thunderbolt. Throughout the visit, his desire had simmered.



The moon was high and full, and the howls of mating wolves echoed from the surrounding hills. Restless and edgy, sleep had eluded Hudson, and he'd slipped on a pair of sweats and stepped out onto the deck for a breath of air.



Looking at Leigh, Hudson was glad he'd left his room. In the moonlight, her long, brown hair looked black, but her rounded bottom gleamed, shimmering globes that beckoned to him. Her skin glowed, a sure sign she was feeling the power of the moon.



He felt it, too, deep inside, an untamed desire that the wolf in him dare not deny. He wanted her, Leigh Kendale, badly. Hudson stepped out of the shadows, making his presence known. "It's a beautiful night."



She glanced at him briefly before looking back at the moon. "It is. I hope you're enjoying your visit?"



"I am. You've made me feel welcome."



"You're the wolf who watches my brother's back. I'm very fond of him. Promise me you'll keep him safe."



The light breeze carried her scent, a blend of perfume and she-wolf that stirred his wolven urges. The simmer rolled into a boil. "That's an easy promise to make. We're partners. On the job, the PCU werewolf unit is a working pack. We look out for one another."



She turned toward him, and his breath caught. Her breasts were high, her waist tiny, her hips flared and her legs long. His cock jerked.



"I was thinking of taking a moonlight run. Join me?"



His senses on full alert, Hudson moved closer. He'd chase her to the ends of the Earth. "I'd like that."



She morphed, her female curves reshaping into sleek wolven lines. Her ears were softly furred and her muzzle elegant. She flipped her long tail, and Hudson's heart rate soared. Paws silent on the stained wood, she ran to the stairs and down them. In a full run she raced across the wide lawn and into the moonlit forest.



Blood running high, Hudson stepped out of his sweatpants. He shifted, relishing the change from man to wolf, the contracting and stretching of muscle, sinew and bone, smooth skin to gray fur. Embracing his lycan power, Hudson took off after Leigh, following the trail of her enticing scent and hot for the chase.


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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Rough, Tough, and Tumble 2: Blood, Sex and Leers by Kate Hill


Rough, Tough and Tumble 2: Blood, Sex and Leers


by Kate Hill

Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-490-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Time Travel

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters

Series: Rough, Tough and Tumble

Length: Novella


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Blurb:
They're back... in time.
Reluctant time travelers Sefu, Tiago and Zandra land in Romania in 1686. After the trio's experience in the old west, Tiago refuses to mingle with humans again, but his companions have other plans.
A wealthy family of vampires threatens a nearby village, demanding human sacrifices to satisfy their bloodlust. Vamps might be the legendary lords of sex and violence, but they haven't met Rough, Tough and Tumble.
Although Sefu, Tiago and Zandra are shapeshifters, they learn that the vampires aren't what they appear to be. Once again Rough, Tough and Tumble exercise their seduction skills and confront their innermost fears while doing battle in the past.

Excerpt:
Rough, Tough and Tumble 2: Blood, Sex and Leers


Kate Hill

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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill



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The pink haze faded and Zandra glanced around, apprehensive yet curious. She and her companions had some difficulties at their last destination -- a town in the old west. She wondered what place -- or time -- Dr. Apriyn had sent them to now.

Then she remembered the pendants Dr. Apriyn had given her, Sefu and Tiago before they'd stepped into the time machine. The pendants vibrated before the machine took off and also told them the year they'd traveled to.



Taking the round red pendant between her fingertips, she glanced down at it and read aloud, "The year is sixteen eighty-six." She looked toward the nearby village of stone and wood huts. Smoke drifted from the rooftops and as she shivered in the chilly dusk, Zandra wished she were inside one of the cozy homes.



Wrapping her arms around herself, she glanced at her companions. Tiago, slender and lean with elbow-length sable hair and hawkish features, took in his surrounding through piercing brown eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shivered as well.



Sefu -- tall with cropped blond hair and the powerful, athletic body of a gladiator -- turned to Zandra and slid an arm around her.



Sighing, she pressed closer to his rock-hard body, trying to absorb his warmth, though he trembled almost as much as she did.



"We better find shelter before we freeze to death," Zandra said.



"No way," Tiago said, his voice soft but raspy. "After the shit we went through during the last trip, I'm not getting involved with anyone else. We'll find a secluded place to wait until the time machine takes off again."



"But I'm cold!" Zandra said through clenched teeth.



The muscles of Sefu's big body rippled as he called upon his shapeshifting skills and changed into a shaggy ape-like creature. He didn't look handsome, but his fur coat was quite warm. Closing her eyes, Zandra rubbed her cheek against his broad chest and his arms tightened around her.



"That's better," she said. "I'm not good at changing into animals."



"Oh that's real smart," Tiago said, curling his lip at Sefu. "What if these primitive humans see you looking like that? Talk about calling attention to yourself. If we contact them, we're supposed to blend in, remember?"



"I thought you wanted to avoid them?" Zandra said, then shook her head. "I guess you're right."



"Not that changing into animals is a bad idea," Tiago said. "It might be the cover we need."



"I told you I'm not good at animals."



His piercing brown gaze darted up to the branches of a nearby tree. "How are you at birds?"



Zandra and Sefu followed Tiago's line of vision to the owl perched on a branch.



"Bird. Beast. They're all hard for me," she said. "But I'll give it a shot."


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It's raining 300 men




Feeling.... INSPIRED??

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Wolfman 2: Revelations by Brannan Black


Wolfman 2: Revelations

by Brannan BlackCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-602-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Wolfman
Length: Novel
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Blurb:
The world fell apart after a virus killed billions, and turned most male survivors into violent wolfmen. That left the world in the hands of a lot of lonely women... As the last gay man standing, how much worse could things get?

I thought getting captured by said wolfmen -- who don't tolerate smart mouthed humans -- topped the list. Although that turned out to have a silver lining named Mace. Best sex of my life and he cares enough to fight for me. Life was starting to look up, in a kinda weird way.

That's when Murphy's Law kicked in. All those lonely women I was escaping? They want me back, even if they have to kill my lover to get me. And then there's my mother. How the hell do you introduce your alpha wolfman lover to your mother, the man-eating former head of surgery?

Toss in a psychotic major, a wolfman willing to start a war to take Mace's place and a whole lot of mistrust. Old Murphy is having a damned field day...

Excerpt:
Wolfman 2: Revelations


Brannan Black

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Copyright ©2011 Brannan Black



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We were hauling the last of the stuff I needed to the truck. Without warning, Mace shoved me down by the truck, covering me with his body. A distant gunshot echoed in the still air. At the same time I heard a howled groan. Slade lay nearly face to face with me. Blood dripped onto the broken pavement. He'd been shot!

"Fuck!" I wormed a bit trying to keep a piece of broken pavement from castrating me. A puff of concrete exploded behind us.



I felt Mace twist and from the corner of my eye saw him give a hand signal to Vegas. Struck me as odd. Military. A glass storefront shattered as the shooter took a shot at Vegas dashing for the alley. If he hadn't been so fast, she'd have got him. Or maybe if she'd been closer. It wasn't Glory, she'd have nailed both guys regardless. It could be Deb or Angie. There weren't any other groups of refugees in the area. They had to be from my compound.



I drew a deep breath. "They might be looking for me. Let me the fuck up and I'll find out."



"Wait. Stay down." Mace kept me pinned tight.



"Seriously? We just lay here until they get bored?" Did I have to sound so snide? I really was trying to be more submissive. It wasn't going well.



Mace growled softly, a hair's breadth from my ear. "No, brainiac, we keep them distracted until Fox can grab them."



The shooters wouldn't be expecting this group of well-organized wolfmen. Rabids, they attacked straight on. Mace's pack had lookout posts in a few tall buildings and worked foot patrols. Which is how they spotted me in the first place. And used the same damned distract and bag tactic. "Fuck, Mace. You can't just kidnap them."



He arched a brow. "They're in my territory, they shot Slade, and, in case you missed it, they're trying to kill us. They deserve a lot worse."



Slade shifted to sitting against the truck tire. He pulled his shirt out to examine the damage to his shoulder. The bleeding had already slowed to a trickle. "Hate to complain, but the bullet's still in there. Hurts like hell." He felt around the wound.



"Then quit poking it, dumbass," Mace snorted.



Slade snickered.



Mace rolled to a sitting position and gave a nod to Jeff, crouched behind a derelict car. He dashed toward the alley, drawing fire and being just slow enough to get sprayed with pulverized brick.



A shot sprayed glass over us. Fuck! They'd shot my truck! Those bitches!



"Damn it, what's taking them so long?" Mace snarled.



God damn stupid. Didn't they know they should move after a couple shots? Damn rabids could trace a shot by sound just as well as Mace's pack. The next one hit low, sending pieces flying under the truck to pepper my face.



Mace yanked me behind a tire. Mace and Slade froze. They got these looks like they were listening to something I couldn't hear. Mace grabbed my shoulder. "Got 'em, now let's get your stuff loaded and go home."



What exactly did that mean? Got the shooters? Fuck, I hoped they weren't dead.



Slade pulled out a whistle and blew it. Only I couldn't hear a thing. Mace winced. "Warn a guy first, Slade. My ears are gonna ring all day!"



No fucking way. They used dog whistles to communicate?


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Friday, February 25, 2011

Cirque Caprice 1: Tarot by Julia Talbot


Cirque Caprice 1: Tarot

by Julia TalbotCover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-595-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Series: Cirque Caprice
Length: Novella
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Blurb:
PI Jake Stanley thinks he’s on a routine case when a father asks him to track down an errant daughter. There’s nothing routine about Cirque Caprice, though, or its mysterious owner, Victor. Most traveling shows are all smoke and mirrors, but there’s something about Caprice that makes Jake think he ought to stick around and investigate. Victor thinks Jake ought to join them on the road, too, but for an entirely different, and more pleasurable, reason.
Excerpt:

Cirque Caprice: Tarot


Julia Talbot

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Julia Talbot



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"People don't just run away to join the circus anymore, Mr. Marlowe." Jake Stanley tried to keep his voice nice and even, just in case Simon Marlowe was going to get volatile. The man was clearly a nut-job, and you never knew when a nut-job was gonna go off the deep end.

"My daughter did, though I think it's more like a cult." Marlowe sighed. "Please, you have to at least hear me out."



Jake sighed. That was his job. To listen to the wild and crazy tales people brought to him about everything from alien abductions to werewolves, and decide which ones were true. Then he went out to find the ones who needed finding or stop the ones who needed stopping. "Okay. I'm afraid I can only give you about twenty minutes." He didn't insult the guy even more by shooting back his cuff and looking at his watch like he wanted to. Jake knew he could be a rude bastard, but not that rude.



"That's plenty." Marlowe looked so relieved that Jake felt a pang of regret for his tone. "She's joined this traveling art show called Cirque Caprice. It's not natural, Mr. Stanley. Not one bit. She was always a good girl, but she doesn't call or email or anything, and when I call their business number I get nothing but the runaround."



"Why haven't you filed a missing persons or some such?"



"She's twenty. They told me it's not a missing person's case if she left home to take a job."



"They" being the police, Jake supposed. They were right. There was no reason to waste time and resources on an adult who'd moved on, even if the family didn't approve. "Well, I'm not sure what I can do, sir. If she doesn't want to speak with you..."



"We were very close! Why would she suddenly disappear? I've done a little digging on this Caprice place. Their origins are very shady and the CEO is rumored to be involved in all manner of illegal activity."



"Look, Mr. Marlowe, I feel like I would be taking your money under false pretenses if I take this case."



"Not if I'm fully aware that the outcome might not be what I want it to be. If Amy can assure me that she doesn't want anything to do with me, then I'll pay your fees and let it go. If not, think how many lives you may be saving, keeping children from falling into this cult."



Saving lives. Jake tried not to snort. Private eyes weren't so much about good deeds as they were about good money. Still, if he could earn five hundred bucks just for calling the Cirque guy's office, what the hell? Jake figured he'd dig around a little, earn one week's pay, and probably disappoint this poor guy to no end. "Okay. I'll look into it, all right? Give my secretary all the information about the circus place and your daughter. You brought a recent picture?"



"Less than a year old." Marlowe stood, reaching out to shake Jake's hand. "Thank you so much."



"You'll hear from me in five business days or so, okay?" Jake shook, biting back the fatalistic sentence that tried to follow about how he'd have nothing to tell.



"That's wonderful. Thank you." Marlowe had a spring in his step when he left that hadn't been there when he'd arrived. It sucked that he was probably gonna be disappointed, but Jake had decided a paycheck was a paycheck. The rest would work itself out, one way or another.

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

New Reviews for Changeling Press February 21st 2011

New Reviews for Changeling
Press 2/21/11

Congratulations to Lena
Austin, Amber Kallyn, Amanda Steiger, Cat Marsters and Cynthia Sax!

AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS by Lena
Austin
Five Nymphs from Literary
Nymphs

...riveting action,
violence instigated by greedy culprits, a smidgen of humor, spiritual healing
expressed through love... The gifted Lena Austin has produced an
outstanding and enormously pleasurable saga.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2011/02/affairs-of-dragons.html

DRAGOS: SCORCHED by Amber
Kallyn
Five Cherries from Whipped
Cream Reviews

Scorched was very good... a story of two lonely and driven people who find in
each other
their destined true mates.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/02/scorched-by-amber-kallyn.html

EYES OF THE WOLF by Amanda
Steiger
Five Stars from & rated
"Top Pick" by Night Owl Reviews

EYES OF THE WOLF
was an amazing read. The attraction
between [Garou and Kaila] was intense, and the love scenes were excellent. Well
done!

http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Noelle-reviews-Eyes-Of-The-Wolf-by-Amanda-Steiger.aspx


DREAMING OF YOU by Cat Marsters
Four Stars from Just Erotic
Romance Reviews

When they
risk it all, Amy and Matt experience the ultimate bliss.  The love scenes
they conjure are quite magnificent, highly passionate...

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PROTECT & SERVE: BADGE
BUNNY by Cynthia Sax
Four Hearts from Love Romances
& More

With the right
amount of sexiness, lust and characters that fairly brim with life, Ms. Sax
delivers a story that will leave you breathless.

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Monday, February 21, 2011

From The Light Collection by Mardi Ballou

From The Light (Collection)


by Mardi Ballou

Cover art: Reneé George and Fabiano Fabris

ISBN: 978-1-60521-554-5

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi

Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Length: Collection


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Blurb:
Unjust exiled to a notorious penile colony, vampire Val Cutter is immediately attracted to a gorgeous stranger. Despite his usual caution, he quickly falls for Paul de l’Astre.


Paul, a prisoner subjected to Retkove’s cruel experiments, wants only to return to his planet -- until he meets Val. But Val could never survive on the sun-worshipping planet of Apoll’ex, and Paul will die if his sunlight deprivation continues.

When they discover the true purpose of Retkove experiments, Paul must make the choice of a lifetime: the man he’s come to love more than life itself, or the world he once called home?

Excerpt:
From the Light
Mardi Ballou
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Mardi Ballou
Excerpt from To the Light

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Val Cutter surveyed the barren moonlit beach before checking in at the gatehouse. As he entered its incongruously ornate interior, the most beautiful man he'd ever seen exited.

Who --? Shoulder length blond hair crowned a golden aura that sparked and swirled from him in waves of pure energy. The man radiated sunshine, and, with just one move of his head, pierced the frozen barrier Val hid his feelings behind. Val's cock instantly rose to a full erection. Despite his recent feed, his fangs began to descend.

Regulations be damned -- Val had to know who this mystery man was. But just as Val whirled to follow, a claw reached out and pulled him back. Ideg Retkove, the criminal "businessman" responsible for Val's current predicament, leered at him. Though Val could easily whip Retkove's ass, he wouldn't appreciate another stint in the man's stinking dungeon.

"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Retkove purred. "But I'm afraid my guest has been rather under the weather, or he'd be even more spectacular." He cackled as if he'd just made a joke.

Val's cock crashed. Retkove, who'd been staring at Val's crotch, clucked. "Pity that's gone to waste. But lots more where it came from, eh?"

"Cutter, Val, reporting for Guard Duty," he muttered in his most mechanical voice.

"Indeed," Retkove drawled. His voice dripped oily pleasure.

Val bit back a retort and headed back out to the door. Maybe he'd still be able to catch up to the mystery man.

Retkove blocked Val's way. "How many more nights do you insist on playing out this ridiculous charade?" Retkove asked and extended his right hand toward Val's cheek. Val recoiled and hissed a warning, his eyes filled with venomous hatred. Retkove lowered his rejected hand.

"How long are you going to hold me to the bullshit verdict of the kangaroo court you bribed?" Val spat out.

"If you're referring to the sentence handed down by the Vampires' Justice Council, you know the answer. Considering the extent of your crimes against me and the community, you should figure yourself lucky they only gave you such a trivial sentence. You know the influence I exercise in the Vampires' Sector. If I hadn't intervened with my offer of an opportunity to supervise your rehabilitation, you might be long dead or in an exile worse than death."

Retkove crossed to the highly polished ebony bar, where he picked up a crystal decanter. Though this beach was the most barren outpost of Retkove's vast holdings, the prick insisted on surrounding himself with luxury, in sharp contrast with the cheapness that characterized his prisoners' conditions. "Of course, you could find a much more pleasurable way to serve out the sentence..." His fangs gleamed brightly in the room's expensive lighting.

Val clenched his fists at his sides. If he gave in to his temptation to kill Retkove, he'd end up serving another century. Only this time, he'd surely be far from Earth, on one of the penal planets. Revolting as he found his current sentence, at least he'd managed to avoid that form of exile. Most nights, he figured staying on his home planet was worth putting up with Retkove. But sometimes...

Retkove had manipulated events to manufacture a convincing case that made Val look guilty of embezzling millions from the Vampires Fund. Now Val had not only to prove his innocence but to keep below Retkove's radar -- a challenge because his increasingly aggressive passes were getting harder to stomach. "Fuck off, Retkove."

The old lecher shook his head. "Insubordination. Ingratitude. If this continues, I'll have to speak to the Officers of the Council. Maybe I'll tell them that, despite my efforts, you are not showing any signs of reform. In fact, you're becoming a greater threat to the Vampire Community Code..."

Val strode over to Retkove and grabbed him by the collar of his white silk shirt -- a far cry from the canvassiac and plastic his "workers" were stuck wearing. "Listen, and listen hard. I'm going to prove where that money really went. And, believe me, once your shitty house of cards starts coming down, you'll be buried by it."

Retkove, whose eyes had grown quite cold, snorted. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"You sick bastard." Val released his grip on the collar and almost flung him away. Before Retkove could say another word, Val turned on his heel and stalked out.

Once again, he had to patrol the beach until just before dawn. He took a deep breath and quickly scanned the beach for the man whose beauty had shone like a beacon, but found only the barren emptiness of the polluted waters lapping onto the sand. A whisper of regret flashed through him, along with another layer of anger at Ideg Retkove, who'd needlessly delayed Val's exit.

That mystery man was nowhere to be seen.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Black Swan by Willa Okati


Black Swan

by Willa OkatiCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-598-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Auspex
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
A tattoo artist who seeks beauty in all things, Paulian has had his fill of man's inhumanity to man, and to the world. In the wake of an Atlantic oil spill, he wishes with all his heart that he could save one. Just one.

And then he meets Adek.

A stranger in a strange land, Adek is a black swan that has lost his wings. Before he can fly again, he needs to find one good man who'll finish the tattoo of his wings on his back. Though he's searched for the right one, he hasn't found him yet.

And then Adek meets Paulian.

Paulian knows that Adek is the one he can save. But if he finishes tattooing the wings of the exotic man he's fallen in love with, Adek will fly away. All he can hope is that Adek will return to him.

Wild things are not meant to be caged, but swans mate for life...

Excerpt:
Black Swan
Willa Okati
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Willa Okati

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"...And in breaking news this evening, the most recent oil spill shows no signs of stopping its progress despite international attempts to --"
Paulian grimaced. He'd only turned on the TV for background noise to keep him company in the studio, alone with no customers and no colleagues needed. With a couple months to go before the weather warmed and the summer tourist season started on the boardwalk, more nights than not the tattoo parlor counted itself lucky to have one, maybe two customers.
Miami Ink they weren't.
Paulian liked it that way. As long as they could pay the bills he could still have quiet hours with nothing else to do but lose himself in drawing at his drafting table. Angled close to the window, he could glance out as the urge came to him and watch the sea flow into and ebb away from the black sand shore. Beautiful in a way he itched to capture with pen and ink, and ink and flesh, but he'd never -- quite -- captured the sense of movement.
Yet.
He would. Someday. For now, his ears pricked and he abandoned his sketch of spiky tribal swirls and edges to angle his neck and watch the TV sideways. Ugly dark pools, malevolent in their mindless destruction, flooded clean waters.
"...The effect on the local wildlife is --"
Paulian pushed his drafting stool back with a clatter of wheels, stalked across the room in three paces and turned the TV off. He'd spent the better part of his twenties in the Peace Corps. After a point, a man could only break or be broken, stop caring, or walk away. He'd seen damage, disaster he couldn't fix, and though his mind knew it his heart... his heart wasn't satisfied.
He hadn't been able to stop caring.
If he could save one of the injured, he thought, whether they were hurt in mind, body, or soul. Just one. Then, maybe...
Paulian rolled his shoulders to work out a knot of tension between them. Didn't work. Restless now, he pushed his chair back and took the three steps needed to the window, and then sideways to the door. There he propped it open regardless of the chill wind off the ocean and braced himself with one hand on the frame, searching the deepening twilight for the unspoiled blue of these waters.
So much beauty. How could anyone...
The shadows that fell darker and deeper were cut only by the fiery red sparks of a bonfire down the beach. That made Paulian chuckle to himself. Even with all that the world threw at them, nothing fully quenched every spirit. Fire, a passion for dance, for music; these were the good things in life.
Good, too, was the gently surging need for skin against skin. Though it'd been a long time, too long some might say, Paulian remembered what it was like to lie down with someone upon a blanket on the sand in the cool, yielding dark. To close his eyes and surrender himself to sensations of sound and touch.
More, he remembered how good it had been to rest himself upon a firm yet receptive chest both sleek and hard, to press his lips to throat, to collarbone and down. To press himself inside warm and willing flesh.
Yes. Definitely too long since he'd found someone he wanted to indulge with. But not just anyone would do...
Lost in dreams, Paulian's sense of time swirled away as he stood in the doorway. His vision lost its focus too as the sound of the waves filled his mind; he swayed yet kept his balance, moving to the rhythm, idle dreams of masculine kisses and sweeping hands saturating him with a desire, a need he couldn't put a proper name to, but craved.
He wanted tonight, but differently. With a sense of anticipation. As if something, someone, were almost within arm's reach. His grandmother, the woman who'd raised him, had been superstitious-minded. She'd have nodded wisely and said that was a sign, that his senses were learning to reach for what most would call impossible.
After the life he'd led, and the things he'd seen, Paulian was not as inclined as the child he'd been to scoff off her fairy tales. There were more things in heaven and earth than in anyone's philosophy.
So he'd see.
But he didn't see the man approaching; Paulian only noticed him, a stranger, when he was nearly at the door of the studio. The sound of his footsteps on the sidewalk were oddly off, clumsy, soft and hard, decisive and slow. The pace of a man with many things on his mind.
Paulian knew the feeling.
The man walked with his head bent and dark wings of hair fell forward hiding his face. True black hair, so black there would be blue highlights when the sun or moon struck him. He wore a V-necked T-shirt too light for the weather that bared his long, slender arms, and faded denims with artful rips and holes and frayed marks. They betrayed hints of smooth cream flesh and the lithe flex of muscles stronger than they first seemed. There was a power to him that caught the eye and held it. Around his neck, he wore a simple cord of twisted black hemp with a red stone as a pendant that nestled in his hollow of his throat.
Beautiful. Paulian's lips parted. Like no one he'd ever seen; next to him no man could compare.
Though he was steps away from moving past and disappearing into the night, the man must have sensed Paulian's staring at him. He raised his head to stare back at Paulian with eyes as pale as blue-tinted quartz. It wasn't quite a glare; he might have meant it that way but he belied himself with a flicker of surprise, the slowing of his step.
More so with the hesitation in his odd gait when he came close enough for Paulian to see his hair glittered with salt dried after a swim.
Slower still when he glanced at the studio windows and Paulian saw him notice the racks of flash art, the chairs, the gleaming rows of rings and gauges waiting for willing flesh to accept them. He stopped completely when he looked at Paulian, truly looked, and saw the full sleeves of color that decorated Paulian from shoulders to wrists, and over the feet that peeked out under his cuffs.
The stranger, whoever he was, took a step forward as if drawn toward either Paulian or the studio. Still clumsy -- though Paulian didn't think it was drink or drugs -- he missed a rough, slick pool of seawater in a board that needed replacing and stumbled. He knew how to take a fall, palms slapping the ground first and rolling. That was graceful enough; curiouser and curiouser, as they said.
Looked like it had hurt, too. Paulian could see red scrapes on those smooth palms when the stranger rolled back onto his knees and rose. Dark color suffused the man's cheeks, and any smile that might have been forming disappeared.
Paulian couldn't blame him. No man wanted to be made to look the fool, ever. But he couldn't let the man leave -- didn't want to -- and it came to the same thing in the end, without thinking first. He took a step forward toward the stranger, his hand outstretched for -- he didn't know.
Come, stay, be with me.
Too much. The man's pride had been injured more than his body. He turned sharply away and toward the beach, down the sand and into the ever-deepening shadows. Within moments, he was gone.
But not forgotten.
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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Bad Medicine 2: Moon Bitten by Alice Gaines


Bad Medicine: Moon Bitten

by Alice GainesCover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-567-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Bad Medicine
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1546

Blurb:
After years of besting opponents in business, Jared Scott decides he wants a more powerful competitor. A creature with the strength and speed of a wolf and the cleverness of a human being fits the bill. He contracts with WishLabz to help him hunt a werewolf.

Jared's consultant at WishLabz, a werewolf named Amanda, has a history with hunters that goes back to when some men killed her parents. She doesn't like them, and so she doesn't like Jared much, either. She plans an ugly surprise for Jared, but it turns around and bites her, too.

Excerpt:
Bad Medicine: Moon Bitten
Alice Gaines
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Alice Gaines

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"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Jared," she said.
No formalities, indeed. "I forgive you, Amanda."
She flinched at that, but only just barely. Someone who spent less time than he did reading people would have missed the slight narrowing of her eyes. Either the forgiveness bit or the pointed use of her first name had irked her. Fine. Only his few friends called him Jared. No one here counted as his friend.
"Well, then. Let's get on with it." She headed down a corridor, her long strides taking her away from him and forcing him to catch up. He took his time doing it. For one thing, she could damned well wait for him for a bit. For another, hanging back gave him a good view of her ass.
Though more slender than the pixie-cat, Amanda had her own curves. She wore leggings underneath a bulky sweater, and her movement sent his imagination into overdrive. Every swing of her hips, no matter how subtle, suggested the rounding of her buttocks. Just the right size to fit into his hands.
By the time she stopped in front of one of the offices, he'd taken measure of her breasts. Small, but firm. And when they'd entered and she'd taken her seat behind her desk, his cock had already begun to thicken and harden in his pants. She bit her lip and shot him a gaze that went right through his chest and down to his groin. Recognition. She knew what was happening between them.
"Please, sit down." Her voice came out as deep as before, but now it had a hint of breathiness as well. She had a husky way of speaking. Something that made her linger for a millisecond on the vowel sounds. Sweet. Seductive.
Before his anatomy embarrassed him completely, he sat and watched her sift through some papers. She didn't make eye contact, but a flush to her cheeks told him she was as aware of his presence as he was of hers.
After a moment, she picked up one sheet and studied it. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. "This is your wish?"
"To hunt a werewolf. Yes."
"Why?"
"I suppose you've read my dossier," he answered.
"Everyone in R and D becomes acquainted with the histories of our clients," she answered. "You've served as CEO of a number of companies. Now you have your own."
"Government contracts. Top secret, much of it."
She set the paper down and studied him. "Military?"
"Intelligence, mostly." In fact, his agency contacts would take a dim view of his coming here and an even gloomier one if they knew what he'd come here for. None of their damned business. "So you can see why confidentiality is so important."
"We never give away information about our clients." There was that deep tone again. The slow, downward inflection on "clients."
"Then we understand each other," he said.
"Not at all," she said. "What does your history have to do with your wish?"
"Human beings... ordinary people... how shall I put this?"
She stared at him evenly. Assessing him the way he normally did with others. He had no reason to doubt her intellect, but he seldom encountered an equal. Given that, and what her body did to his, she might present a real challenge with more than a little pleasure on the side. Right now, she obviously wasn't going to help him explain himself.
"I want to hunt the greatest predator on Earth. You'd think that would be a human being," he went on. "But average people are motivated by only a handful of things. Once you've figured out what they want, they're really rather boring."
"And so your interest in werewolves."
"What a creature. Imagine. The speed and keen senses of the wolf combined with the mind of the human. What kind of opponent one of them would make," he said.
"Your wish is to hunt one."
"You can't hunt big game these days and, honestly, I have no interest. Animals are dumb beasts, and they belong in the wild."
Another woman might have applauded his kindness. Amanda sat and stared at him out of her startling blue eyes.
"I don't think the authorities would like me hunting people," he continued. "But if WishLabz could create a werewolf for me, I could hunt that without breaking the law."
The room fell into complete silence, and the woman sat across from him like a sphinx, not moving, hardly blinking. After a moment, she leaned back in her chair. "Create a werewolf?"
"You can make magic here, at least according to the people who referred me. I don't know what sort of technology you have. If you can't design a credible werewolf for me, you can refund my money."
"And how would you kill this creature?" she asked. "Shoot it with a high-powered rifle from hundreds of yards away?"
"I didn't say kill. I said I wanted to hunt it."
"Killing the target's the whole point of hunting, isn't it?" she asked.
"One or both of us might die, I'll admit," he answered. "It'll be dangerous sport."
"Sport," she repeated. This time her accent suggested more than a hint of derision.
"I don't expect you to understand."
That got a definite reaction -- one eyebrow arching. "Because I'm a woman?"
"Because you're not in a position of command. I fought like hell to get where I am. Now that I've arrived, I miss the fight."
She nibbled her lower lip for a few seconds. On another woman, the action might have suggested uncertainty. On her, it suggested she needed to gnaw on something and she hadn't decided if he'd be worth the effort.
"So if you don't plan to kill the werewolf," she said finally, "what will you do?"
"Catch and release."
"What the --?" She glared at him. "You do that with fish, not a proud creature like a werewolf."
"My point exactly. Capturing someone with the strength and speed of a wolf and the intellect of a human being is the ultimate challenge."
"Not to mention the werewolf's jaws and teeth," she said.
"I know it'll be dangerous. That's a major part of the appeal."
She ran her fingers along the length of a pen sitting on her desk. Somehow, his cock felt the caress. "You have a death wish."
Actually, death was about the last thing on his mind right now, unless she meant what the French called the little death. Finding out what went on under her sweater ranked far above a trip to the Pearly Gates. Did she wear a bra, or did her breasts peak beneath the cable knit on their own? How long would it take him to make her wet enough to dampen the leggings between her thighs? Still, this was business, and he had to get his libido under control.
"Believe me, I'm not planning on dying for a long time if I can manage it. Just tell me if you can design a werewolf." He reached into his coat pocket to remove the papers he'd brought with him. "I have the specifications --"
"I don't need specs," she interrupted. "I don't have to design anything for you."
He paused, his fingers on the plans. "You're refusing the job?"
"I don't have to design a werewolf for you. I only need to find one willing to put up with... that is, to agree to fulfilling your wish."
"Find a..." he sputtered. "What in hell are you talking about?"
"Werewolves exist, Jared."
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Friday, February 18, 2011

Reviews 2/14



Posted: 17 Feb 2011 04:40 AM PST

Happy Valentine's Day!

New Review for Changeling
Press 2/14/2011

Congratulations to Brannan
Black, Sarah Black, Amber Kallyn, Stephanie Burke, Bryl R. Tyne, Marteeka
Karland and Shara Azod!


WOLFMAN: APOCALYPSE by Brannan
Black
Joyfully Recommended Award from
Joyfully Reviewed

While reading Apocalypse I
honestly felt like I was reading what could be a summer blockbuster movie
script.an amazing story with a fresh twist on m/m romance novels.

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/recommended-reviews/january-2011-recommended-reads/apocalypse-by-brannan-black

DHARMA IN EIGHT LESSONS by
Sarah Black
Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

Dharma in Eight
Lessons is another little jewel by Sarah Black.I
knew that there was a chance of happiness for them, even if it was not
immediate and easy.

http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1230060.html

DRAGOS: BURNED by Amber Kallyn
Four Cups from Coffee Time
Romance

...a dangerous
twist of dragons, fires, and a mysterious past to make this an intense read. The added eroticism leaves you burning up
and wanting to bask in the characters' sensual delights.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/burneddragosbook1byamberkalyn.html

HOW NOT TO DATE AN ALIEN by
Stephanie Burke
Four Hearts from Love Romances
& More

...
a hot and sexy fun read
that will leave you wishing your significant other was home for a "lunch"
break.
A fun, unique story that had me
in stitches and panting from all the lustiness.

http://loveromancesandmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-not-to-date-alien-by-stephanie.html

JUST
WINK by Bryl R. Tyne
Reviewed
by EBook Addict

A
story filled not only with the
magic of the season, but also the beauty of total and all-encompassing love. Beautiful.

http://www.ebookaddictreviews.com/2011/02/11/just-wink-by-bryl-r-tyne/

MINE!
by Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod
Reviewed
by Sensual Reads

A wickedly fun
quick read. I thought this was a creative take on the vampire
story. A tantalizing quickie readers will love.

http://sensualreads.com/?p=5588


Wanted: White Russian by Marteeka Karland


Wanted: White Russian

by Marteeka Karland  Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-600-3
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Wanted
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1559

Blurb:
Tiressa just wanted a drink. After weeks of lonely space, one breakdown after another, and delays of every kind, she wants to relax for a few hours while the Nebula storm passes. When she orders a White Russian straight up, what she gets isn't at all what she expected!

As a spy so deep undercover only the Supreme Commander knows his mission, Yuri Dubnikov fully expects to be executed. He's pleasantly surprised to land in the hands of a luscious woman, instead. If he can win Tiressa's trust, he may have a chance to save his mission. And his life.

Fortunately, Tiressa's as drawn to Yuri as he is to her. Their chemistry, when they collide, will be explosive.

Excerpt:
White Russian
Marteeka Karland
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Marteeka Karland

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Tiressa stumbled into the dimly lit holo bar and collapsed into a booth. What a fucking day! Nothing had gone right. Absolutely nothing. Her ship had been grounded at Patmar Station because of a busted beacon lamp. When she finally did get clearance to leave, her power coil blew a ring. Now, the nebula storms had forced her to this back-space junk station with no end in sight. What the fuck else could go wrong? She just wanted to get back to Earth and civilization.
She flagged down the dark-haired waiter, who tried to ignore her. "Look, I'm tired, and all I want to do is get back to Earth. I'm seriously PMSing, and I've had absolutely no chocolate or caffeine for the last twenty solar days. Do not make me ask you twice to get your ass over here and get me a drink."
That changed the little man's mind. In a hurry.
Tiressa wasn't a small woman by any means. She stood five-nine and, though lean, carried a fair amount of muscle. She looked like a space marine and had the temper to match, but in reality, she was a glorified delivery girl. Suited her fine. She was the only cargo tech in the whole damned company who hadn't been jacked at least four or five times. Hell, she hadn't been jacked even once. The only pirate who'd tried got to sample his own balls.
Literally.
After that, word got around, and everyone pretty much left her alone.
"What'll it be?" The lanky waiter might have finally stopped at her table, but it was far from a willing gesture.
"White Russian. Straight up."
The man stopped in mid-movement as he tapped her order into his tablet. "Did you say, 'White Russian, straight up'?"
Tiressa had to clench her fists to keep from scratching the poor bastard's eyes out. "Did I stutter or something, or are you hard of hearing?"
"No, ma'am." His tone was suddenly respectful, and his body language screamed fear. Finally, something in her tone had made him take her seriously. Maybe this day was getting better. "I just didn't expect a woman to... err... order... such a... err... drink." He stammered all over himself, but Tiressa didn't care. Something in the back of her mind prickled, but she ignored it. If he brought her alcohol, she didn't really give a fuck.
Instead of replying, she just gave him her best icy stare, and he scurried off. Sitting back with a satisfied smirk, Tiressa crossed her legs and looked around her. The place was practically deserted save for a couple of human attendants and several bots to clean tables. The latest news feeds scrolled along the top of the bar, and holo images of fugitives and criminals danced across the banner. Including the announcement of the capture of Yuri Dubnikov.
Tiressa was never one to be intimidated by anyone, but she had to admit, knowing Dubnikov was behind bars was a relief. His reputation made her hair curl. He was wanted for so many crimes, the list ran the length of the ticker several times. Rape and murder were only minor infractions, if the news could be believed. Crimes against humanity, genocide, and the destruction of vital trade routes using deadly means were just a few of the capital crimes he was charged with. How much was actually true was anybody's guess, but Tiressa felt safer knowing she wouldn't run up against him on one of those sabotaged trade routes.
Everything about the man sent shivers down her spine. Looking at his image on the news, she wondered how he'd managed to stay in hiding as long as he had. Nothing about the man was mundane. He stood out in a crowd like a beat dick. Exceedingly tall and muscular, he stood at least head and shoulders above everyone around him, no matter where he went. His skin was pale, but not so much that his dark blond hair gave him a washed out appearance. Angular features made his face seem chiseled out of stone. One couldn't call him handsome by any means, but he definitely wasn't someone who blended in with his surroundings. Nor did he seem like a man who'd want to sneak around wherever he went.
No. Dubnikov would blatantly flaunt himself out in public just to prove he couldn't be caught. Tiressa could tell by the defiant way he boldly looked directly at the camera, not bothering to try and shield himself as so many do when caught. The smirk made Tiressa feel as if he were playing a joke on everyone, that they hadn't so much caught him as he'd let himself be caught.
Not a pleasant line of thinking as far as Tiressa was concerned.
She needed that drink. Yesterday.
She was about to get up and go get the damned thing herself when she spotted five men approaching her, one of them in chains, the others heavily armed with wicked looking blasters pointed directly at the chained man. The prisoner was eerily familiar.
"If you'll be so kind as to tell me where your ship is docked, we'll see to it the prisoner is secured before leaving you with him." The lead man looked around the bar, a little sneer on his face. "You didn't happen to bring help with you, did you? I'm not certain you can handle the big guy by yourself."
"What the fuck are you talking about? And who the hell is..." She trailed off as her attention focused on the prisoner in question.
By the gods! There was no way in hell her luck could be this bad.
"Your white Russian, ma'am." If she hadn't been so stunned, Tiressa would probably have kicked the lead guard in the nuts. As it was, all she could do was stare. Thank the gods she managed to keep her mouth closed and not gape at him.
Yuri Dubnikov. In the rock hard flesh. And his ice-blue gaze was focused squarely on her. His skin wasn't nearly as pale as the news holo made it out to be, but his hair was almost stark white and flowed down to his shoulders. He had it pulled back and tied at his neck. All that muscle and sinew was exactly like she'd seen in the holos. The man was massive.
"No fucking way." She'd started to shake, and sweat beaded her upper lip. "You can just take the big guy back where you got him. All I want is a drink. You know? White Russian? Coffee liqueur? Vodka? Cream? Alcohol! Not a man!"
"Sorry. My orders said there would be someone here to take him off my hands. The code phrase was 'White Russian, straight up.' No one would order such an Earth concoction in this part of space. You knew the code phrase. The bastard's yours, sweetheart."
"You're going to just turn him over to anyone ordering that particular drink? That's absurd! This is the most wanted killer in eight galaxies! You can't hand him over to just anyone!" Tiressa was starting to panic. Unless she missed her guess, the authorities on this particular station would just be happy the huge man was out of their hands. They didn't care who took him as long as he was gone.
"Not my problem." His hand darted out to the security badge hanging from her vest. He scanned the thing and gave her a satisfied grin. "Docking bay ninety-four, men. Take him to her ship, secure him, and we'll all be on our merry way." He looked at her then, and Tiressa wished to hell and back she had kicked the bastard in the nuts when he'd first approached her. He was just a little too smug for her liking. "I don't advise any liquor on your part, miss. You're likely to need all your wits about you if you plan on making it with him to High Command alive. You should leave now anyway. No time for drinking."
"I can't leave now. The nebula storms..."
"Are not my problem," the guard interrupted her with a slash of his hand. "I want this prisoner off my station, and I don't mean in a day or two. Get him away from here now."
Knowing this wasn't a battle she was going to win, Tiressa stood and stalked out of the bar without a word, not even bothering with a tip. She knew they'd follow her. Even if they didn't, they knew where she'd docked and wouldn't release the docking clamps until they had Dubnikov aboard her ship.
On the way there, Tiressa tried to think of a way out of this, but she had very few -- if any -- options. Her cargo hold was full, she had no escape pods, and there was no way in hell she was getting off this station unless the station guard let her.
She couldn't simply space him. No matter what he'd done, she wasn't a killer. She couldn't have them secure him in the cargo hold -- there simply wasn't a nook or cranny to be found. That left either her personal quarters or the cockpit. She definitely wasn't having him tied to her bed, so, when they reached her ship, she had the guards secure him to the back bulkhead. It was the best of a bad situation.
"All secure, sweetheart. Cybernetic enhancements or not, he's not breaking those titanium chains."
Tiressa closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before replying. "I'm not your sweetheart." There was a moment when she was sure the guard started to give her a snide reply, so she turned in her chair to face him. Slowly, she stood to her full five foot, nine inch height. She wasn't much shorter than the guard and stood nose to nose with him, bringing all the intimidation of her size and height to bear. "Now, get the fuck off my ship." She didn't raise her voice. She didn't have to. She might have only been a cargo transport engineer, but she knew how to use her size to intimidate. Even if the one in question was bigger than she was.
"I'd be careful, if I were you," one of the guards muttered as he left the ship.
"Yeah. You think?" She spat her reply as he headed down the landing ramp before it slowly raised and sealed.
Swearing under her breath in seven different languages, Tiressa fired up the ship's engines and began a pre-launch checklist. There was no way in hell the day could get any worse. She just hoped Dubnikov had been lashed down securely. She sure as hell wasn't getting close enough to check. Like it or not, the guard was right. Tiressa had to keep her wits about her and watch her unwanted passenger like a hawk. The only problem was, the reason she'd landed on this gods forsaken station to begin with was because of the nebula storms. Now, she was flying right into them.
This was definitely not her day.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1559

Thursday, February 17, 2011

New Reviews for Changeling Press 2/14/11


Happy Valentine's Day!

New Review for Changeling
Press 2/14/2011

Congratulations to Brannan
Black, Sarah Black, Amber Kallyn, Stephanie Burke, Bryl R. Tyne, Marteeka
Karland and Shara Azod!


WOLFMAN: APOCALYPSE by Brannan
Black
Joyfully Recommended Award from
Joyfully Reviewed

While reading Apocalypse I
honestly felt like I was reading what could be a summer blockbuster movie
script.an amazing story with a fresh twist on m/m romance novels.

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/recommended-reviews/january-2011-recommended-reads/apocalypse-by-brannan-black

DHARMA IN EIGHT LESSONS by
Sarah Black
Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

Dharma in Eight
Lessons is another little jewel by Sarah Black.I
knew that there was a chance of happiness for them, even if it was not
immediate and easy.

http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1230060.html

DRAGOS: BURNED by Amber Kallyn
Four Cups from Coffee Time
Romance

...a dangerous
twist of dragons, fires, and a mysterious past to make this an intense read. The added eroticism leaves you burning up
and wanting to bask in the characters' sensual delights.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/burneddragosbook1byamberkalyn.html

HOW NOT TO DATE AN ALIEN by
Stephanie Burke
Four Hearts from Love Romances
& More

...
a hot and sexy fun read
that will leave you wishing your significant other was home for a "lunch"
break.
A fun, unique story that had me
in stitches and panting from all the lustiness.

http://loveromancesandmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-not-to-date-alien-by-stephanie.html

JUST
WINK by Bryl R. Tyne
Reviewed
by EBook Addict

A
story filled not only with the
magic of the season, but also the beauty of total and all-encompassing love. Beautiful.

http://www.ebookaddictreviews.com/2011/02/11/just-wink-by-bryl-r-tyne/

MINE!
by Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod
Reviewed
by Sensual Reads

A wickedly fun
quick read. I thought this was a creative take on the vampire
story. A tantalizing quickie readers will love.

http://sensualreads.com/?p=5588

Monday, February 14, 2011

Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted by Anne Kane

Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted


by Anne Kane

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-569-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1543

Blurb:
Kaylee goes to the famous singles resort looking for love, and is disappointed when all she finds are men with egos the size of her shoe closet. But when she gets into an elevator and finds a sexy hunk trapped in an enchanted mirror, she gets sucked into a whole other dimension where true love is the key to happiness.

Excerpt:
Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted


Anne Kane

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Anne Kane

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

Kaylee stalked into the elevator and punched the button for the fifth floor. "The only thing memorable about the men in this damn place is their egos. The asshole actually expected me to pick up the tab for dinner!" She realized she was talking to herself, but she was too pissed to care. "And he never shut up! Two freaking hours and I don't think I got six words in edgewise."

She turned to glare at the far wall. The male pictured in the mirrored elevator wall stared back at her with a sympathetic smile on his lips. Damn guy looked almost alive. Pity she couldn't trade him for one of the self-important fools wandering around the resort. She'd come to the Tavoro Sands Singles Resort on a whim, and it was starting to look like a bad one.



"Now you're more to my taste." She smirked at the picture. "Tall, dark and silent!" Snorting at her own wit, she studied the man in the mirror. He topped six feet, with dark wavy hair held back from his face with a strip of leather, and deep blue eyes that sparkled with life. Bared to the waist, his wide shoulders and muscular chest narrowed to lean hips covered by worn jeans that just begged to be removed.



Kaylee licked her lips. Judging by the size of the bulge in the front of those jeans, he could keep her entertained for hours without opening his mouth once. Now why couldn't he have been the one to take her out to dinner this evening? Oh right, he wasn't real!



She reached up and laid the palm of her hand on the man's reflected chest. Warmth radiated from the firm flesh. Kaylee blinked. Warmth? Firm flesh? What the hell? She tried to pull her hand back, but it didn't budge. She watched in disbelief. Her hand sunk into the surface of the glass as the man took a slow step backward.



She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. A blinding flash of light dazed her. A strange slurping sound filled her ears. Despite her resistance, she realized she was being relentlessly sucked right through the mirror. Snapping her mouth shut, she tilted her head to stare up at the man now standing in front of her.



He really was a man, not a picture. And he really was tall. The corners of his mouth tilted up in a tentative smile, and Kaylee found herself returning it. This couldn't be happening. Maybe she'd had more to drink with dinner than she'd thought. She waited for him to say something, but he just kept looking at her. Odd. "Am I in the mirror now, too?" The man nodded. "You can't speak?" Talk about a dream come true!



The man shrugged and reached out, his gaze fixating on her lips as he leaned forward to trace them with his finger. Kaylee found herself fascinated with his mute admiration. She opened her lips and nipped the tip of his finger. Giggling at the startled expression on his face, she ran her tongue down the length of his finger in a sensual caress.



His eyes sparkled with lust and he took her hand, turning to lead her away from the reflection of the elevator. Kaylee resisted for a moment, looking back. Shouldn't she make an effort to return to her own side of the mirror? And yet, fire raced through her at the man's touch, and the thought of returning to the boring males available back at the resort didn't thrill her.



"Come." He whispered the word softly, his voice low and sexy.


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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Dragon Kin: Binding Katrina by Selena Illyria

Dragon Kin: Binding Katrina


by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-587-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Katrina doesn't mix business and pleasure. Period. Things get too complicated. Besides that, she's not looking for a relationship. Yet she can't stop desiring Clash and Claw's new bouncer, the sexy Elven prince dressed in black leather, with tattoos and piercings.

Braydon wants Katrina and isn't taking no for an answer. He'll do whatever it takes to get her right where she belongs -- with him -- and he's got a few naughty tricks up his sleeve to get his way.

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Dragon Kin: Binding Katrina


Selena Illyria

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Tingles of awareness shimmered over the back of her neck. Absently, Katrina reached up and rubbed the spot, trying to ignore the cause. She knew who would be staring at her, but refused to give him what he wanted. Braydon, Elven prince, wouldn't be getting one glance, not even a covert one. The intensity of the stare grew until the spot on her neck heated. The warmth trailed down her spine.

She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the sensation that had begun. It didn't work. The heat of awareness spread from her back to move through her stomach. Katrina let out a sigh and continued to scribble on her clipboard. The words on the paper began blending together as sexual awareness slipped into her chest, heating her skin and tightening her nipples. She swallowed and shook her head.



"Katrina?"



She jumped at hearing her name and whirled around. Brenton Lisander, owner of Clash and Claw, stood behind her, concern in his pale silver eyes. "You okay?" Bren asked.



She smiled and smoothed down the front of her shirt. "Fine, Bren, just a bit tired."



He shook his head. "You've been 'just tired' for the last few weeks. I told you to take it easy. You'll work yourself ragged if you keep this up. This party will be fine without you."



Katrina shook her head. "I'm fine, really. Besides, I have all that lovely vacation time saved up. Over a month's worth."



She grinned as his face went from gentle concern to horror.



His Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times before he answered. "I said take it easy, not abandon us completely."



She threw back her head and laughed. "But you said --"



"You want to leave me here alone with these insane people?"



"How about we both play hooky? You get to be with Sky, and I get to finally have some down time?"



Longing flittered across his face. "Sky has been working long hours at the pub lately." He shook his head. "No, no, don't you dare tempt me. You get one week off, and that's it. Besides, I think I know why you want away from this place."



Bren glanced over his shoulder. Katrina groaned, knowing exactly where he was looking -- across the dance floor, right at the front door where Braydon was.



Bren turned back to her. "I see the way he looks at you, and I see the way you try to ignore him. Is he bothering you? I only hired him 'cause Decker needed help."



She scowled. "I know, and we needed someone who wouldn't set fire to the patrons when they pissed him off. But still... an Elf?"



Confusion showed on Bren's face. "He's good at his job. What's wrong with Elves?"



"Uh-huh, really good at flirting with the patrons. Too pretty for his own good --" She stopped talking, knowing that last part sounded too catty.



"Flirting with the patrons?" Amusement colored Bren's tone.



She gritted her teeth at how entertained Bren must be.



"And how would you know that he flirts with the patrons? Every time I see the two of you, you're both on opposite sides of the room, with you scowling," Bren pointed out.



"I don't scowl." The words came out in a rush.



"You scowl. What's he done to piss you off?" Bren folded his arms over his chest and spread his legs. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Rina, spill. I've known you for a long time. Has he done something to you? Reminded you of your old Dragon Lord? What?"



"Nothing." Except exist and look like walking sex in leather.


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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Storm in the City by S. Michael


Storm in the City


by S. Michael

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-596-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Shapeshifters

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
As a cat shifter and a vampire, Emerald and Armand fit together perfectly; their appetites and needs are well-matched. When they see the lonely looking man watching them from the apartment across the way, they can't help but show off for him, making love in as many delicious and kinky ways as they can to keep him intrigued.
Harry's been a little down and a lot lonely since Naomi left him. Maybe that's why he's been uncharacteristically watching the couple in the apartment across the way as they make love in their window. They're fascinating to him, and obviously aware that he's watching. Will he pick up the phone when the beautiful woman across the way writes her number on the glass?

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Storm in the City


S. Michael

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Copyright ©2011 S. Michael



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"He's watching again, Armand." Em looked out the window of their flat, eyes trained across the way. The pretty little doctor was sitting, drinking, staring at them. Again. Armand came to her, hands heavy on her hips.

"Is he? He's fascinated by you, Emerald, sweet kit." They laughed together, moved together in the half-light. Her beloved monster was teasing. It was them, them together -- her curves, Armand's dark good looks, the games they played. That was the source of fascination. The air itself whispered that to her.



Their voyeur poured himself another drink and leaned closer to the window, eyes like lasers, like a touch. She looked up at her lover, smiled. "I have seen him, spread for us, hungry, begging."



"Who wouldn't want you? You're stunning, addictive."



"You're biased." She offered him her lips and he took them, tongue pushing in and demanding. His teeth threatened, but she wasn't worried, not at all. She was his.



She could feel their doctor -- she was already thinking of him as theirs -- watching, that visual touch taking in every kiss, every touch of Armand's fingers on her body. Armand's fingers cupped her breasts, tested their weight, then slid beneath her dress to touch and tug and tease her nipples.



When she opened her eyes, she could see their voyeur holding his breath as he watched. "Harder." Yesterday she'd found a plug, used it on Armand's body until his seed painted the wall. Today was her lover's turn to make her twist and need.



One of Armand's hands slid down her body, over her belly and to the curls above her mound. They rocked together, and she spread, need purring through her veins. "Yes, my love."



"Need you, Emerald. So badly. Need you to purr for me."



"Anything." Everything.



"Mmm. So many possibilities."



"Tease." She looked back out across the way. He wanted them. "What would he like to watch best?"



"He wants to watch me fucking you -- he wants to watch and pretend it's him."



She pulled up her long skirt in the back, showing Armand her bare ass, the ink there marking her as his. Eternally. Armand growled softly, fingers sliding over the flesh of her ass. Armand traced the stylized A, the edge of his nail teasing her skin.



"All mine." Armand leaned over her and rubbed their cheeks together. "He's lucky I'm willing to share."



"He's lucky you're willing to take another one on."



Armand chuckled. "It's because you know how easy I am." He would do anything for her, and they both knew it.



"Yes. I know you. Stop teasing and touch me."



His fingers slid around her waist, stroking over her belly through the cloth of her dress. She slowly bent over, hands landing on the window box. She could feel the doctor's eyes on her, on her breasts. Armand's hands slid up, cupping them, thumbs rubbing across her nipples as the doctor watched. "Harder, please, love. He loves it. He watched yesterday, when I had the candle, the wax."



"He's going to have to stop watching sooner or later and come do us."



"We'll see. We'll play first, I think. Let him guess our secrets."



"We have secrets?" She could hear the laughter in Armand's voice.



"I do. You are an open book." They were secrets, she and her eternal lover.



"Mmm. My beautiful, magical jewel." Armand tilted her head back and kissed her, his mouth hot, tongue slick as it entered her mouth. His fingers slipped between her legs, into her folds, teasing her clit and the tiny, smooth ring piercing it. "Should I undress you, kitten? Let him see what we're doing, or make him guess what's happening beneath the dress?"



"Make him guess. Make him wait."


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Friday, February 11, 2011

Dusty Mile: Charmer by Isabella Jordan

Dusty Mile: Charmer


by Isabella Jordan

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-577-8

Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Ménage

Series: Dusty Mile

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Caroline McGrath is thrilled to find another survivor of the zombie apocalypse -- until she realizes he's Robbie Huston, the only guy she ever had a one-night stand with.
Now they're depending on each other for their very survival, and the sparks fly. Still, she has to wonder if Robbie would want her if she wasn't just about the only woman left on Earth... after all, he walked away once.

When they find Tyler, another survivor, everything gets more complicated. Caroline discovers she likes being watched, but while Tyler has no problem indulging her voyeuristic fantasies, and even joining their sensual play, Caroline's now got twice as much to lose... Will she be able to hold on to both her men once they reach Robbie's uncle at Dusty Mile?

Excerpt:
Dusty Mile: Charmer


Isabella Jordan

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Copyright ©2011 Isabella Jordan



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"Caroline," he began, keeping his voice calm. "We can't stay here. You have a Jeep. I have guns and some ammo. Let's get out of here."

Caroline met his gaze then.



"I know we don't know each other that well," he spoke her thought aloud, thankfully not referencing the night they'd spent together. "But we're both the survivor type to have made it this far. Right?"



"I guess." He was right. They couldn't stay there in the building. Not without starving anyway. Or going absolutely crazy.



She had transportation. He had... "Why do you have guns?" she asked.



"That apartment I picked my way into," Robbie explained. "Guy had a gun safe in there and the key was stuck to the back in one of those magnetic boxes. Three handguns and an assault rifle that I'm pretty sure isn't legal. There's enough ammo to get us started. We can find more on the way. We'll need it with those things."



"And you know how to use guns?" She wanted to make sure before she agreed to anything.



Robbie nodded. "I'm from Texas originally. My dad was a card-carrying member of the NRA. Thought every man should know how to be a decent marksman."



He said the last with a heavy accent and she guessed doing an impersonation of his father. She almost smiled and then thought better of it. "Your parents...?"



Robbie's gaze didn't waver. "Dad's been gone for a while. Long before this. And Mom..." His eyes slid closed and she considered her question answered.



"How about you? Do you have... anyone?" he asked carefully.



"My parents have been gone for a long time. I didn't have brothers or sisters. And the family I did have left, well, I couldn't reach any of them..."



"Anyone else? You know..."



Her cheeks warmed when she realized now he was wondering if she'd lost a boyfriend or a husband. He hadn't seemed worried about that the one night they'd spent together. But in his defense, he'd been drunk too.



Caroline chuckled. "Well, there's an ex-boyfriend I wouldn't miss much if he got eaten. But other than that, no."



Robbie grinned now. He really had a great smile. "Yeah, I had one of those exes. Doesn't really matter now, does it?"



His gaze moved over her face in a way that brought more heat to her cheeks. Such intensity in those deep green eyes... Why was he looking at her like that? Did he realize her heart had just gone from ten to sixty in her chest?



Caroline looked away first, ending the moment, and stepped back. She had to remember it had probably been a while since he'd gotten laid. Maybe not since the world as they knew it ended. That was likely the only reason he was looking at her like that.



For that matter, it had been a long time for her too. The last time she'd had sex had been the night with him. He was good in bed, she'd give him that.



"So what are we going to do?" Caroline asked. "How do I know you won't take my keys and leave me here?" You've left me before. "You're... armed..."



Robbie nodded but his expression remained patient, calm. "I'm not going to leave you, Caroline. You're just going to have to trust me."



Trust him?



"Don't give me that look." Now his infectious grin was back. "You have every right to feel that way. I'll just have to earn your trust somehow. And you could have done worse even though you might not agree with me right now."



Okay, he was earning points for at least alluding to the fact that he was an asshole.



"I guess we need a plan here, right?" Caroline tried to focus on their situation now. "I tried it without a plan yesterday and you see how well that turned out."



Robbie laughed with her. "We'll come up with a plan. I have an idea about where we could go. And it would probably be a good idea to get a solid night's sleep before we try this. It's almost dark now..."



Caroline nodded her agreement. They should absolutely use any advantages they had, daylight being one of them.



"Can I take your couch?" He tipped his head in the direction of her living room furniture which was covered by blankets, old magazines...



"Sure." At least he wasn't making assumptions about how things would go between them. "Wait, don't you have to go back and get your guns and stuff?"



"Oh, shit," he muttered, dashing for her door. "I left them in the hall."



"Why?"



"I needed your trust and I wasn't sure marching in like the Terminator with my assault rifle was the way to go."



While Caroline watched, he pulled a handgun from the waistband of his jeans at his back. He flipped a switch at the top of the handle, the safety she guessed. Then with the gun at the ready, he worked the deadbolt and lock of her door and darted out just long enough to grab an enormous duffle bag and an acoustic guitar. He worked furiously to secure the door again before tucking the gun back into his waistband and dropping the bag carefully to the floor by the door.



"Did you see that... thing?"



Robbie shook his head. "No."



"Those are the guns?"



He nodded. "That and a few travel items. Just in case you said yes." His mouth curved up into a cute half smile. "Traveling light. You'll need to pack too."



Pack. It was a daunting thought. She'd be leaving her apartment, her home, behind. The shock of it must have showed on her face because his expression softened. "I know. It seems crazy to have to just pick up and take off. Leave everything familiar."



One huge question echoed in her mind. "But where are we going, Robbie?"



"South to Virginia."



"Who or what's in Virginia?"



"A crazy uncle who's been predicting some shit like this would hit for years. If anyone's still out there, he is."



Caroline nodded, hoping they would find his relative. But she didn't state the obvious. The odds were against it.



"And if that doesn't pan out, wherever there's food and shelter and whatever else we need to stay alive. That's the main goal now."



Staying alive.



It was one hell of a big change from the daily goals she used to have. Now the thought of what she'd eat and what she'd watch on television before she went to sleep alone seemed so trivial and unimportant. And it really was.



She'd have given anything to have that world back.


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