Sunday, May 29, 2011

All Wrapped Up Volume 1: Ann Jacobs, Dakota Cassidy, Kate Hill, Angela Knight

All Wrapped Up Vol. 1

by Ann Jacobs and Dakota Cassidy and Kate Hill and Angela Knight
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-552-5
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters
Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author
Length: Collection
Page Count: 267


Four exceptional authors, four enticing stories. Wrap yourself up in the heat of the best in erotic romance from Changeling Press.
Angela Knight -- Blood Service
Adiva Mayhew is a spy -- and a damn good one. But now she's running for her life from a deadly bounty hunter -- who's also a Vampire...
Ann Jacobs -- Branded
Cole Callender -- an entrepreneur with an eye to the future. Branded a sexual deviant under Earth laws, Cole adopts Obsidion as his future.
Dakota Cassidy -- Slave School Dropout
Nyla is a cat. So is Lucas. Nyla is an Egyptian Mau, descendant of the Goddess Bast. Lucas... isn't. In fact, he's a Tom cat. Unlikely lifemates at best.
Kate Hill -- Tainted Kisses
Niabi's only choice is to strike a bargain with Etlu -- the humans' lives in exchange for her complete surrender to his desires.
All Wrapped Up, Vol. 1
Excerpt from All Wrapped Up: Blood Service
Angela Knight
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Copyright ©2011 Angela Knight

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"What exactly are you proposing?"
"It strikes me that it would be a waste to hand a high-level bloodthrall over to an ignorant thug like Tang." The vampire lowered his head next to her ear. His breath felt seductively warm. "On the other hand, I could always use two million credits. Convince me to keep you."
Adiva swallowed. Before coming to this world with Jorge, she'd undergone the surgical procedure that had made her a "bloodthrall" -- a perfect donor for her new vampire partner. Vamps coveted relationships with willing bloodthralls, preferring them over drinking synthetic blood. Still..."You'd violate a contract with General Tang?"
"I have no contract with Tang. He put a bounty out on you, but I don't have to collect it. If, that is, you prove sufficiently convincing."
"What guarantee do I have that you won't turn me in anyway?"
"None, of course." His tone was blandly matter-of-fact. "May I remind you, I don't have to give you any guarantees, Adiva. You're the one who has to convince me."
She licked her dry lips. "How do you propose I do that?"
A long silence ticked by as he let her sweat. "According to your dossier, you're a seventeenth level submissive. Quite high, and relatively rare. I'm a twenty-first level dominant. That means I've got a nasty streak I rarely have the opportunity to indulge -- sexually, at least."
"Meaning that those you pursue are fair game for whatever sadism you care to practice." And he cared to practice quite a bit, according to his file.
She felt him shrug against her. "Given that my typical prey runs toward pedophiles and serial murderers, I don't lose much sleep over what I do to them."
"Yeah, well, I'm neither of those things. So why the fuck are you tormenting me?"
"Darling, you managed to piss the wrong people off during a war. What did you expect?"
"Tang is psychotic! The Adorevians have a right to overthrow..." She broke off, reining in her outrage and reaching for calm. "Never mind. Spell it out for me, Vigilante, or whatever the hell you call yourself. How do I 'convince' you?"
His smile was slow and dark. "Why, by submitting, darling."
"To what?"
"Isn't it obvious? Whatever I want."
She swallowed, all too aware of him -- his hard, hot body crowding her much smaller one. He was just so damn big. So damn male. With every breath, her senses filled with his scent, masculine and dark and more than a little wild. "So what do you want?"
The Vigilante laughed softly. "That's the question, isn't it?" He leaned into her. She realized that the thick ridge pressing against her ass was an impressive erection.
"Choose, Adiva. Convince me. Or don't."
She licked her dry lips, intrigued despite herself by that promising cock. Jorge had not been a small man by any means, but Vigilante felt massive. How would he feel thrusting hard into her cunt, stretching her, tormenting her? She'd dreamed of a lover like that. And she didn't want to die without experiencing one.
"I think you'll find me very convincing..." Adiva had to swallow before she could give him the title she knew he'd demand. "... Master."
He laughed. The sound was rich with satisfaction and triumph. "Then why don't we get started?" He released her throat and found the seal on her jacket. "Let's see what you have to offer."
"Here?" she protested instinctively. "But anybody could come along!"
"And you assume that matters to me?" His tone was coolly pleasant, but she heard the steel beneath.
Adiva swallowed. "No, I imagine you'd strip me naked in front of half the station if it suited you."
He laughed softly. "You assume right…"

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Claiming Moon by BJ McCall

Claiming Moon

by B.J. McCall
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-618-8
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Moonlust
Length: Novella

Werewolves, dragons and werecats have gone missing. Working undercover, Jackson Graham of the Paranormal Crime Unit has infiltrated a group trafficking in shifters and he's on the brink of taking down the criminal network. During a short respite in the case, he visits his pack and runs into Grace. He's been secretly in love with Grace for years, but this she-wolf is destined to mate with his cousin, York.
But Grace has other plans. She's refused to run beneath the Claiming Moon with York, and Jackson is the wolf she wants.
They share one night of passion, but must part ways. Jackson is in the middle of an undercover operation and Grace, an investigative reporter for an online paper, is intent on solving the mystery of the missing shifters.
When Jackson and Grace's paths cross again, he's the buyer and she's the contraband.
Claiming Moon
B.J. McCall
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Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall

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Jackson threaded his way through the celebrating throng, stopping briefly to say hello to old friends. The demands of his chosen career limited his visits home. As time passed, Jackson felt his connection to the pack fading. His childhood friends were mated and producing offspring, and while Jackson was proud of his job, the details of his undercover work weren't meant to be shared and criminal activity wasn't a great subject for the dinner table. At the crowded bar, he ordered two scotch-on-the-rocks. He'd allow himself one drink and a cigar before leaving.
His nostrils flared, a scent memory flashing through him. Despite the size of the crowd, Jackson knew who stood beside him. His heart twisted. Jackson turned, his gaze locking with hers, green eyes that had the ability to bring him to his knees. Thankfully, Grace Kritt had no idea she held that power. "Grace."
In a flash he noticed she'd cut her honey-colored hair to shoulder length and she'd lost weight. Not much, but she had the look of someone suffering from a lack of sleep. An investigative reporter, Grace must be chasing a story. She smiled at him, her face lighting up as a fire ignited deep inside him.
"I heard you were home," she said, her voice low and soft. "I crashed the party to make sure it wasn't a rumor."
His gaze slid over her arresting face, pausing on her lush lips. One stolen night beneath the moon when he was eighteen had hooked him. Grace was the she-wolf he'd wanted that moonlit night and nothing had changed in the last decade. Jackson wasn't sure what that said about him, but after all these years he was still crazy about Grace. Perhaps the desire remained simply because she'd been unobtainable.
Jackson had been told by a couple of women that he had issues with commitment, but then no one else had made him feel like Grace did. She had the ability to make him laugh and make him feel like fire was licking his veins. They could talk for hours or remain in one another's company barely speaking a word. Just looking at her made his heart pound, but Grace belonged to his cousin, York.
"Crash Saldon's party? Impossible, you're practically a Graham."
Her voice dropped. "Things have changed."
What could have possibly changed? Grace and his cousin York had been matched by their parents from the time they were children. The day following that warm summer night Jackson and Grace had made love in the soft meadow grass beneath a full moon, his cousin York had met with the elders. Since York and Grace were expected to mate, the elders gave their approval and the whole pack celebrated the announcement. Jackson had two choices: challenge York and cause havoc within the Graham clan, or forever hold his peace. Would he spend the rest of his life regretting the fact that he done the honorable thing?
"Whatever the problem is, York loves you."
"I know he does," Grace said. "Sometimes you can't meet the expectations of others."
Out of respect for his family, Jackson had never voiced his feelings. A challenge would have split his extended family apart. Leaving home two days later for college had been Jackson's salvation. In his senior year of college, he'd found his calling. The day after graduation he'd taken his oath as an agent for the Federal Paranormal Criminal Unit, a task force that recognized and used his shifter skills.
The job kept him on the move and he visited the pack only once or twice a year, but he and Grace remained friends. Jackson survived the months apart, but the short hours when their paths crossed were blissful torment.
"What can I do? How can I help?"
"I have a favor to ask. Two actually."
"Anything," Jackson said as the bartender delivered the drinks.
"Is one of these for Saldon?" Grace asked, picking up a glass.
"He's waiting outside."
"I'll go with you and wish him a happy birthday."
Jackson grabbed his scotch and stepped back from the bar, allowing Grace to precede him. Her head held high, Grace walked straight to the doors leading to the deck. His gaze slid over her slender frame. She wore a black-and-white patterned blouse and a black skirt with sensible black pumps. No matter her footwear, Grace had fabulous legs. He dragged his gaze away from her mesmerizing limbs and greeted several family members. He noticed no one spoke to Grace and several family members glared at her as she passed. What the hell was going on? The family loved Grace.
When Jackson gave his relatives a questioning look, they quickly turned away.
Jackson stayed right on Grace's heels until they were outside. "What was that all about?"

Friday, May 27, 2011

Protect and Serve: Hounding the Beat by Sharon Marie Bidwell

Protect and Serve: Hounding the Beat

by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-640-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Protect and Serve
Length: Novella
Bobby loves his job, but he loves his fellow police officer Chantelle even more. Unfortunately, they work in the same department, and they will need to make some life-altering decisions soon. Some lives have already altered. Take his friend, Sam: a drunken driver has left him with a damaged leg and permanent limp. Sam's rethinking his career and his future for several reasons, one being that he's very much in love with Bobby, and a little in love with Chantelle. If explaining to Sam that they are happy to consider a ménage relationship doesn't complicate things, how is Bobby to tell Sam that he and Chantelle can turn furry at will?
But even if his voice doesn't turn a little "husky" in the attempt, Bobby first has to live long enough to explain. Someone out there has a vendetta, and ideas that may end their future before it's even begun.
Protect and Serve: Hounding the Beat
Sharon Maria Bidwell
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Copyright ©2011 Sharon Maria Bidwell

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"I think I'll leave my helmet just where it is and carry you to the shower."
She pursed her lips and cocked her head, considering. "Fine, we can do that. Then you can do something else for me."
"What's that?"
"You can end this fight with Sam."
Bobby did nothing to suppress a groan. He pulled out of her, instantly aware of a feeling he could only liken to homesickness striking him in the general direction of his dick. It wanted to return to where it had been so nicely nestled and comfortable. "We are not fighting," he said, unsure whether he addressed the Sam issue, or was arguing with his cock. Down boy. No. You can't go back there. Well, you can... in a few minutes, in the shower. Patience.
"Maybe not a fight as such." Chantelle lay there ignoring the hand he held out to her to pull her to her feet. She seemed oblivious to any concerns that she might leave a wet patch on the seat. Great. Even that thought was turning him on. Both of them looked at his dick as it betrayed him. Stop waving at her.
"Bobby, he's miserable."
"He's moody."
"Well, yes, but more so since I came on the scene." Chantelle toyed with her navel, one finger circling, drawing his gaze down to the action. She lay naked, one leg out, one pulled back, heel on the edge of the sofa, knee swaying side to side. He got little flashes of flushed and distended lips, and had to fight not to fall to his knees to kiss them. If he did that while they were having this conversation, she wouldn't let him worship her. She'd box him around the ears with her knees, and then clamp his head in a vice with her thighs. She gazed up at him, pouting. "You know he loves you."
Bobby took a deep breath. It wasn't the first time she'd told him, but he'd heard it the first time only last week. "I'm sorry. I just don't see it. He's never said anything, given me any such indication."
"As far as he's concerned, you're straight."
Bobby deliberately glowered at her.
"Fine, macho man. You know what I mean." She kicked at one of his legs. "You're policemen. How many gay police do you know who are obvious about it? It's not as if another man would be a big deal for you, but Sam wasn't to know that. He wasn't about to tell you he loved you and lose your friendship, or risk losing your respect. I know you wouldn't have reacted that way, but he didn't. Still doesn't."
He couldn't argue with the scenario she presented to him. Sam had been a good policeman before some drunken bastard had aimed the stolen car he was driving at him, and Sam had ended up with a pronounced limp and a desk job. Analyst. Yeah, right. Just the right job for Sam... not!
Chantelle had taken over Sam's position in the department, and Bobby had fallen instantly and secretly in love with her -- secretly to anyone but Sam who had seen it in his eyes the moment he looked at her. Sam had warned him to tone down his reaction to her before everyone in the station realised. He had done nothing to come between them, when he could have so easily blabbed. If Sam loved him as Chantelle said he did, that's what Bobby called heroic.
Undoubtedly sensing his feelings, Chantelle said, "I know it eats you up. You wouldn't have met me if Sam hadn't been hurt. We both sort of owe him in a way."
Crouching, Bobby met her gaze. "What would you have me do?"
She shrugged. "If it were possible, would you shy from a relationship with Sam?"
"You mean if I'd known, would I have done something about his feelings?"
She hesitated, and then nodded. Bobby gave the idea his attention.
"Maybe. I like Sam well enough."
Chantelle raised an eyebrow.
"Fine. I love the guy. I just hadn't thought of Sam sexually."
"Because he's a man?"
Bobby stared at her. "Because he's human," he said slowly, deliberately. "To be with Sam, I would have had to explain what I am. I'm sure I don't have to explain why." His penis sometimes behaved the way any canine's did, and if he "tied" to Sam while inside him, it would have taken some explaining. He could see it now, having to hold the other man down while he spat and cursed at him, just so he wouldn't injure himself by trying to pull away. That was the best course of events he could have hoped for. He'd hate to see fear in Sam's eyes.
"So you've as much to be afraid of as Sam, maybe more."
"I guess. It was never an issue because --"
"Because you were too blind to see he loved you. Hell, Bobby, I can smell the desire coming from him every time he's near you. Why can't you?"

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Extra Cream: Zader's Menagerie by J Hali Steele

Extra Cream: Zader's Menagerie

by J. Hali Steele
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-626-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters
Series: Extra Cream
Length: Novella


Zader Montana is Sovereign Kind, a mountain lion infected with vampyre blood. He refuses to embrace his undead half, the part of him that prowls the night looking for the she-wolf he desires. His problem -- she's mated to the alpha of the wolf pack sharing his mountaintop.
Skye wants a taste of the cat who trails her every night. Convincing her mate to let her have a bite won't be a big deal. The wolves are infected with the blood curse too, and they're not finicky. Skye's willing to be shared by both leaders as long as she gets what she wants.

Zader's Menagerie

J. Hali Steele

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 J. Hali Steele

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Zader had seen Skye naked many times, but never had she been so beautiful. Her skin glowed with the aftermath of sex, and surprisingly, the dog's scent didn't repulse him as he followed her, but he was glad she chose to wash Leaf's smell away.

He'd changed into his man's body and waited for his mate. His heart lurched at the thought of his cat never finding release. The cougar pawed at his insides, naturally angry at the odor of wolf lingering in the air. How in hell were the three of them going to live with this? How long before their animals would try to tear each other apart, then what would become of Skye?

"Zader, I will sleep with Leaf. We are the same and I need him in a way you'll never understand." She'd sat on a grassy spot, her forehead touching her knees. The sadness in her voice tore at him, something he hadn't thought would happen so soon.

"I haven't asked for anything yet." Looking at her, breathing her scent, there was no way he could deny wanting her. "The animal in me doesn't understand, and damn if I do. One thing is for sure, part of you belongs to me and I want you so bad, I'll howl at the moon if it'll make you mine."

"You must know this... this will be impossible."

"I didn't pick you, but it is what it is." He railed silently at the hand Fate had dealt them. "I'll never let Leaf touch me, my cat won't allow it."

"There is the vampyre lust, maybe..." She peered up at him through slanted, golden eyes wet with tears.

"The idea of being with another man doesn't appeal to me, Skye. It'll never happen." Zader moved to where she sat, reached down and pulled her up into his arms. "Fate, God, they've given you to me." He lifted her chin and looked into her golden eyes. "I intend to not only taste every bit of you, but I'll make you feel like you've never felt before. Every chance I get, I'll push the wolf from your mind."

His cat would eventually want release. Right now it had settled down inside, waiting for Zader to take Skye. Through the man, the animal would find some solace. "I won't let you go." Grasping her long, chestnut hair, he tugged until their mouths met, and he covered her lips in a slow, tender kiss.

Zader couldn't begin to imagine how she felt, how hard this would be for her. Skye was a wolf. They mated for life and the beast in her would reject a connection to anyone aside from Leaf. All he could do was show her how much he wanted her, how much he, too, would care for her, protect her from everything but the hurt their unnatural bonding would certainly bring. Taking her blood was out of the question, not unless he planned to share his.

He stroked his free hand down her back, and thrilled at her reaction. She pushed her pelvis into his, causing his already full cock to swell even more. Squeezing her ass, he drew her closer, pressed tight against her.

Skye was tall, with thin, taut muscles, nothing like the fuller body of a cat. She melded into him as though it was where she belonged. Zader lifted her with ease, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist.

"Damn, I want you so bad." His breath was ragged as he pressed his lips against her neck. He walked until he rested her back against a nearby tree, not sure he could keep his knees from buckling. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."

"I've wanted this every time you followed me."

This time his kiss wasn't gentle. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, searched and tasted every corner. She kissed him back with just as much desire. Her arms hung over his shoulders, fingertips played across his back until his muscles jumped out of control. "I don't want to hurt you."

Pulling her away from the tree, he knelt on the ground and laid her on the grass. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, and Zader ground into her wanting to enter her moist canal, but wanting so much more first. "I will taste every inch of you."

Resting on his forearms, he lowered his head and took one pink nipple into his mouth. He sucked, licked and teased it with his teeth. The bud grew tight, hard, and was so, so sweet. Letting it go, he moved to its twin and suckled there for what seemed like forever.

Having his fill, Zader ran his tongue between her breasts, followed the path to her belly button and below. Skye's mound was covered in soft, dark hair, and the scent of her cunt flooded his nostrils, making him suck at the air loudly as he planted wet kisses and bit at her skin.

The needy sound of his name on her lips undid him...

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Accommodating Desire by Silvia Violet

Accommodating Desire

by Silvia VioletCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-592-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters
Series: Shifter's Galaxy
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27


Lucy Vasilia is the director of the Alkestis Market, a well run trading center catering to both legitimate and black market concerns. She's not a woman who normally mixes business with pleasure, but shipping tycoon Ian Hadley's dominating presence and cool control make her knees weak.
When he matter-of-factly proposes a three way with his lover, Security Chief Connor Langley, she decides to make an exception and give herself over to pleasure for an afternoon.
But Ian and his dark, dominating lover want far more from her than a few hours' dalliance. They intend to make her acknowledge their soul-deep connection, and they won't be satisfied until they've claimed her in every possible way.
Accommodating Desire
Silvia Violet
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet

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Lucy Vasilia applied her electronic signature to a document and folded her nano tablet before looking up at Ian Hadley. She made a final, slow perusal of his well-toned physique, suppressing a sigh that their meeting had come to an end. "That should conclude our business. I've sent a copy of the contract to your ship's computer."
He smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of his lips. "Excellent." He made no move to leave her office.
"Did you have further questions?" Lucy managed to keep her tone professional, though he made her want to purr.
"I do have one question." He paused, his bright blue eyes hot and unrelenting. "Would you like company?"
Lucy tilted her head and stared at him. "For what?"
His smile deepened. "When I fuck you."
Lucy sucked in her breath. "Presumptuous, aren't you?"
"I've seen your eyes drifting down to my cock. You want this as much as I do."
She stared pointedly at his crotch. His erection threatened to burst one of the seams of his expensive suit. "You certainly are making a rather impressive display."
He smirked. "Indeed."
"I assume you'd like your head of security to join us?"
"Ah, so you did do your homework."
"I never meet with anyone I haven't researched thoroughly. You hired Langley at Captain Devlin's suggestion." It was a statement, not a question.
Ian nodded. "Devlin said to tell you hello, by the way."
"Did he indeed? I take it Chief Langley isn't fully human."
Ian shook his head. "He's not, but I have the impression you won't be disturbed by his particular needs."
She grinned. "I'm not as fragile as I look."
"I never thought you were. So what will it be? How much hard use are you game for today?"
She nearly choked. "I can take whatever you and your lover want to give."
"You may live to regret that statement. When?"
She held up a finger signaling him to wait and pressed a button on her desk unit, paging her receptionist. "Cynthia."
"Yes, Director?"
"Cancel my next two appointments."
Ian raised his brows, studying her curiously.
A sharp voiced erupted from the comm. Unit. "With all due respect, Director, the delegation from --"
"My business with Mr. Hadley is taking longer than expected. I will simply have to reschedule."
"Yes, Director." Cynthia sounded resigned.
Lucy looked at Ian, fighting the urge to tremble. The sexual heat in his eyes was devastating. She'd never slept with a business associate, and she'd certainly never cancelled an appointment so she could get a quick fuck in her office.
Then again, she couldn't recall a man who'd ever turned her on as hard and fast as Ian did. She'd glimpsed him with his lover as she'd headed to dinner the night before. Connor Langley was a glorious mix of beauty and pure animal power. He moved with a panther's grace, but she had no doubt he could kill most men one-handed. She'd been working her ass off. She deserved a treat. "Call Langley now."
He pressed a button on his wrist unit. "Langley, you're needed in the Director's office."
"Is there a problem, sir?"
"No, we are simply in need of a... consultation."

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Vaaden Warriors 1: Rhuel by Jessica Coulter Smith

Vaaden Warriors 1: Rheul

by Jessica Coulter Smith
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-579-2
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Series: Vaaden Warriors
Length: Novella

Falling in love with your slave just isn't something a Vaaden warrior does. But when Rheul claims a new slave, he starts to see that some things aren't always in his control. Darcy starts making a place for herself in his heart whether he likes or not, and no amount of fighting seems to do him any good. But can he give in and forsake his duty to take a Vaaden bride and love the woman who has come to mean so much to him? Or will duty win over his new-found heart?
Vaaden Warriors 1: Rheul
Jessica Coulter Smith
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Jessica Coulter Smith

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Bastian entered the room with a petite woman with long, wavy black hair that hung down her back to her waist. She was even shorter than Enid, if that were possible, and I felt the sudden urge to protect her. Foreboding filled me, and I realized these feelings weren't good. I hadn't even been introduced the woman yet, and I already wanted to protect her? What would be next?
I moved to stand before her. I looked down into her upturned face; guileless blue eyes stared up at me. Her porcelain skin looked petal soft, and I wanted to touch it, to see if it felt as silky smooth as it looked. Clenching my fists, I fought the urge to sweep her into my arms and hold her close, to breathe her in.
"What's your name?" I asked her gruffly.
"I'm Rheul. Do you know why you're here?"
"I was told I am to be your slave," she answered softly, her voice wrapping around me like warm silk.
Damn. I was in serious trouble. Only in her presence a matter of minutes, and I already wanted to sink to my knees and bury my face against her, inhaling the scent I imagined would be uniquely hers. I wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with me, but I needed to fix it and quick.
My expression must have given something away because Bastian smirked at me and Enid had a knowing look in her eye. I cleared my throat and reached for Darcy. "It's time I took you home and got you settled."
"Rheul, would you mind if I visited her?" Enid asked.
Bastian growled. "Forget Rheul. I don't want you visiting. You're not to go to the slave quarters!"
Enid rolled her eyes and sighed, patting her pregnant belly. "Honestly, Bastian. It isn't like I haven't seen them before. In case you've forgotten, I did live there for a while."
"Things are different now," he said, putting an arm around her.
She smiled up at him and for one moment, I envied them. I knew I'd never experience that with a Vaaden woman, but one day I would be required to marry, especially now that Bastian wouldn't. While Enid might have special permissions not allowed to most slaves, she was still a slave. She and Bastian could never marry, no matter how much they might want to.
Clearing my throat, I took Darcy by the arm and led her to the front of the house, and called over my shoulder, "I'll see you later." Once we were outside, I led her toward the slave buildings. "Time to take you home."
Darcy looked up at me. "How is it that I can understand everything you say even outside of a home? While I was confined, I noticed the translation boxes in the cells, and I saw one inside the house."
I flipped up the collar of my shirt, showing her a small silver circle. "This translates up to five hundred languages, automatically selecting the ones being spoken." I smiled down at her. "Since I designed it, I figured I should be the first to test it."
She looked impressed, and I felt proud of my accomplishment, which made no sense. What did I care what a slave thought? Her opinion didn't matter. "Is that where we're going?" she asked, pointing to the tall windowless building ahead of us.
"Yes. Your... I believe you would call it an apartment, is in that building."
"Mine? You will not stay there?"
"No." She looked up at me a moment longer, but didn't say a word. When we reached the building, she looked at her surroundings, but I couldn't tell anything by her expression. If she was shocked or appalled, she didn't show it.
When we reached the fourth floor, I opened her apartment door and ushered her inside. Even though I'd had the inside re-done for Enid when she'd stayed with me briefly, during a time when Bastian had clearly lost his mind, I'd made it over again for Darcy. Enid hadn't used it, but it still seemed like the right thing to do.
She studied everything silently, her fingers trailing over the soft comforter. "What's behind that door?" she asked, pointing to the silver panel on the opposite wall.
"Your bathroom."
I pressed my hand against the surface, and the door opened with a whoosh, disappearing into the wall. The interior was the same marble from top to bottom as the flooring in the living room, except it was a pale gray.
She eyed the shower in curiosity. "How does it work?" she asked softly.
I pressed a silver button on the wall, and water cascaded from the top, creating a waterfall of sorts. The shower was a little different from most. I'd had it designed special, wanting something unique. I showed her how to work the soap dispenser and the sink before turning off the shower.
She hesitated before leaving the bathroom. "May I... may I take a shower now?"
I studied her more carefully and realized her slave garment was dirty. It angered me that they hadn't taken proper care of her, but again my reaction made no sense. The slaves were never treated well before they were claimed, so why would mine have been treated differently? She'd turned my world upside down, and I didn't like it.
"Let me find you something clean to wear."
I walked over to the closet and opened the door the same way as the bathroom. Anticipating her arrival, I'd purchased several tunics for her, slightly longer than the slave garment she had on, but nothing like the dresses Vaaden women wore. I selected a soft blue, pulled it out of the closet and took it to her.
When I handed it to her, tears gathered in her eyes, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. "You don't like it?"
"It isn't that," she said quietly. "I just didn't expect... I'd heard... A few of the women in the cell spoke of what happened when Vaadens claimed slaves."
"And how did they know what happened?"
"They'd been claimed and returned." She looked down at her hands. "One of them had been abused by her owner."
I frowned. That was highly unusual. Typically, if a Vaaden didn't want his slave, he gave her away, or killed her. In some instances, she would be turned over to the harems. Was there a new policy in place I knew nothing about?
"I've never heard of that being done before. Are you sure that's what happened?"
"That's what they claimed."
"Did they explain what Vaaden men expect of their slaves?"
She blushed and looked away. "You want me to sleep with you."
I gently reached out and grasped her chin, turning her to face me. She wouldn't meet my gaze at first, but finally her eyes met mine. I didn't see fear, but I did see uncertainty. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"But it's true?"
"Yes, it's true..."

Friday, May 20, 2011

Dragos 4: Inflamed by Amber Kallyn

Dragos 4: Inflamed

by Amber Kallyn
Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-510-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragos
Length: Novella
Page Count: 82


Pete is the youngest of the Dragos Clan, but when the woman of his dreams begs for help, he's not about to let anyone else save her.
Isabella, a sex demon, has been a prisoner of the black mage for centuries. But in her dreams, she finds the one man who can love her without the cost of losing his soul.
Can the two find each other, and defeat the evil mage that's been hounding the Dragos clan, once and for all?
Dragos 4: Inflamed
Amber Kallyn
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Amber Kallyn

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"Tell me what to do," he said, staring at the chains. There had to be a way to get her free.
"Feed me. Feed me as you usually do."
Pete glanced down at her thinness. It did not make a difference to him, she was still beautiful beyond any woman he'd met in real life. But... "I'll hurt you."
She laughed, the sound a ghostly remnant of the strength she'd always before possessed. "No. You could never do such a thing. Not my Pete."
Slowly, Pete lowered himself to the side of the bed, his cock already hard, throbbing at the thought of loving Isa. "I'll be careful."
"Mmm. I know you will, lover mine."
He traced her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. She licked along his finger, drawing it into her warm, wet mouth to sweetly suck him.
Pete leaned closer, replacing his thumb to kiss her urgently, yet he kept his touch soft. Her scent, vanilla and lavender, inflamed his senses. His dragon roared, ready to take and conquer. Yet, it knew they had to take things slow this time.
Kissing along Isa's neck, he sucked at her fluttering pulse. He grasped her full breasts, rubbing them, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
"Mmm, more my darling," she whispered, her voice stronger now.
He softly scraped his teeth against each pink bud, then traced his hands down along her stomach, hips, lowering himself to the sweetness between her thighs. Pete flicked his tongue over her clit, spreading her lips with his fingers to lick all the way to her sheath.
Isa moaned, her body trembling. "Yes. That's what I need."
Pete ran his finger along her clit, down her pussy and to her ass. The tight, puckered skin tempted him, but now was not the time for his own pleasure. He unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. Pumping himself a few times slickened his fingers with his juices.
Moving back to her ass, he rubbed his thumb along her tightness, probing inside. Isa's hips jerked and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He licked along her pussy, spearing her sheath with his tongue as he worked his thumb deeper into her ass.
"Hells, I want to touch you," she murmured, then let out a soft cry.
"That's it, baby, take me in." He slid his thumb deeper, then eased out, working the natural lubrication.
Taking her clit between his teeth, he nibbled, then sucked hard. His thumb slid inside her ass more easily and he picked up speed with both hand and mouth. Isa trembled against him, her gasps and short cries making his cock thicker, harder, throbbing with the need to conquer. He was ready to come, just from touching her. Pete plunged his tongue into her pussy in synch with his thumb in her ass, working her fast, yet not too hard.
Isa screamed, shuddering and clenching around him. "Oh, lover mine," she shouted as the orgasm wrenched through her.
Pete slowed his movements, watching the play of her face. A slow smile lifted the corners of her lips and she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. He could sit forever, just drowning in the silvery depths.
"Now complete me. I hunger."
Pete stood, shucking his pants, then lay next to her, caressing her breasts and belly. "Are you sure you're strong enough?"
"Yes, lover. And you, only you, will make me stronger."
Rising over her, Pete took her mouth in a fast kiss as he probed her heat with his aching cock. He eased inside her tightness, slow at first, but she bucked her hips, forcing him deeper.
The feel of her wrapped around him, pushing him to the edge. But he was no boy. He would give her what she needed before allowing his own pleasure. Pete called on his dragon strength. He needed it or he wouldn't be able to hold back.
Isa grabbed at his lower lip with her teeth, then traced the path with her tongue. He drew out of her while her pussy clenched at him tightly, then plunged back inside.
Rising on his arms, he stared into Isa's soulful eyes as he jerked his hips. She was beautiful, stunning. His energy flagged as her paleness flushed into a healthier color. Pete continued to love her, easing out, then driving in, deep, hard, just like she wanted by the way she rose to meet him. Their groins smacked, grinding together as she rubbed her clit against him.
He drew out once more, then pushed even deeper. She lifted her head, and he captured her mouth in a tumultuous kiss. His energy waned further, but he strengthened himself with dragon magic. She needed to feed. He was the course. And he would love her until she was fully satisfied.
Isa's breathing grew shallow, quickening as her body jerked in abrupt movements.
Pete groaned as he came closer to spilling his seed within her. She bit his shoulder, not too hard, yet in no way soft.
"Lover mine. Your power fills me." Her cry was muffled against his skin. As her pussy clenched around him, Pete gave up the fight. He slammed deep and allowed himself to spill over. His balls tightened, his cock pulsing. He continued to pump into her, drawing out both their pleasure until she screamed once more. Only then did he slow and ease to her side, tucking Isa against him as much as he could with her arms still chained.
She opened her eyes once more, her face full of color. "Thank you."
"Tell me who's done this to you."
"Your clan knows."
"My family?" he asked, surprise rushing through him.
"Yes. Speak with Anna. She will help you find me."
Pete rose on one elbow, staring down at her. He brushed back a white-gold lock of hair from her forehead. "My brother's wife?"
"The two of you, together, can free me. But beware, for evil wants you as much as he wants to keep me. He has laid traps."
"I will find you," he told her with confidence.
"I await your presence in life, rather than only dreams." A dark shadow crossed her face, but she shook her head and smiled up at him. "Go lover mine, while it is still safe. I am satisfied for a while."
"I will be here when you need more. You have only to call."
Her eyes softened and she kissed him. "I know."

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Inked 2: Cactus Juice by Kate Hill

Inked 2: Cactus Juice

by Kate Hill
Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-484-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Inked
Length: Novella
Page Count: 54

Stranded on a desert road, Adrian meets a sexy biker who offers him a ride in more ways than one.
On his way to a yearly ritual, Eric didn't expect to find a handsome stranger lost in the Mojave. A night of fantastic sex turns to love, but Eric has a supernatural secret and despite his magical trip to the desert, Adrian refuses to believe in the paranormal.
By the law of the desert spirits, a man who shares his seed with anyone but the brotherhood or his one true love forfeits his extended life. Will Eric's love end his supernatural existence, or will Adrian join him as his eternal mate?

Inked 2: Cactus Juice
Kate Hill
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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The rain-soaked man stood in the doorway of the garage and said the last words Adrian wanted to hear at that moment: "My car broke down about a block away. Think you can take a look at it?"
Adrian had been finishing a brake job on old Miss Simon's jalopy and wanted nothing more than to get out of here for the night. Tomorrow began a weekend he wasn't looking forward to. He knew the garage would be in good hands -- he trusted his employee, Steve -- but he rarely left his business, even for the pleasure of a vacation. This weekend sure wasn't for enjoyment.
He didn't relish the thought of seeing his family again and these circumstances certainly didn't make his homecoming any more pleasant.
"I was about to close," Adrian said.
"At this time of night I didn't think I'd find anyone nearby who could help. If you can't tow my car, can I use your phone to call for road service?"
Grabbing a rag lying on top of his tool box, Adrian studied the man carefully. He was around Adrian's height of six-feet-one-and-a-half-inches and had a powerful build visible beneath his rain-soaked black T-shirt. Tattoos covered his bald head and neck as well as his thick forearms. Though not the sort of man Adrian generally went for, he was attractive in an exotic way.
"It's okay. I'll tow you in and take a look at the car," Adrian said, wiping his hands on the rag then tossing it aside. "My truck is out back. I'll pull it around."
The guy nodded and Adrian tugged his keys from his back pocket and headed outside.
Moments later, Adrian drove his tow truck down the dark suburban street, his tattooed guest in the passenger seat.
"I'm Adrian."
"Damon. I appreciate the help."
"No problem," Adrian said and asked Damon about his car's year, make and model. Hopefully the repairs wouldn't take long or need special order parts, otherwise Steve would have to take care of it tomorrow.
A short time later, they returned to the garage and Adrian inspected under the hood. Damon joined him, placing a hand on the metal. Adrian couldn't help looking at the man's tats. One in particular caught his eye. It was a full color beauty of a bike standing on the roadside in the desert. Several tall cacti stood in the background.
Man, it was strange. Adrian could no longer feel the dampness of the rainy night. Instead the heat and dryness of the desert burned his skin. An outdoorsy scent replaced the smell of grease, gasoline and rubber tires.
A wave of blackness overcame Adrian and he nearly panicked -- something that rarely happened to this former soldier.
"Whoa," he murmured, stumbling and reaching for the car to steady himself, but he felt only empty space around him.
He opened his eyes and his heart skipped a beat.
"No way. This isn't happening," he said, glancing around at the endless stretch of road extending through a vast desert.
This couldn't be real. He must have blacked out -- had a heart attack or something, though he wondered how, considering he was only thirty-six years old and in excellent physical condition. He might be honorably discharged, but he still never missed his daily PT.
The last thing he remembered was checking Damon's engine and admiring the man's tat. One minute he was in his garage and the next --
The sound of an engine roaring in the distance broke his thoughts. Squinting toward the motorcycle racing toward him, he experienced an indescribable sensation. The tattoo had been of a bike in the desert. This was too strange.
Had the tattoo inspired this vision? Yet it didn't feel like a vision, or at least how he imagined one would feel. This situation seemed perfectly real, from the scorching heat to the rumble of the engine to the hardness of the road beneath his booted feet.
By now the bike was near enough for Adrian to see the rider. He looked young, maybe twenty-five. His features would have been boy-next-door adorable, if not for the dark, scruffy beard and the intense look in his wide-set blue eyes. His unbuttoned plaid shirt exposed his smooth, well-muscled chest and sexy six-pack. The rolled-up sleeves revealed sinewy forearms lightly dusted with dark hair. Long, denim-clad legs rested against the sides of the bike, then straightened almost completely as he stopped a short distance from Adrian.
"Hey," the guy said in a deep, pleasant voice. Those gorgeous blue eyes swept Adrian from head to toe. "You okay? Do you need some help?"
Adrian wasn't sure. He felt fine, but his split-second journey from the garage to the desert made him question his health, both mental and physical.
"Are you broken down somewhere? I don't see a car or anything," continued the handsome young man. Fuck, Adrian hadn't seen lips that kissable since... Never. He'd had his share of lovers, but no one had ever turned him on quite like this...