Monday, June 27, 2011

All Wrapped Up Volume 2 (Collection) by Sierra Dafoe, Lacey Savage, Willa Okati

All Wrapped Up, Vol. 2

by Willa Okati and Lacey Savage and Sierra Dafoe
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-821-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian
Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author
Length: Collection
Page Count: 237


Naked Exposure by Lacey Savage
Scoop of a lifetime -- Hollywood bachelor Greg Radigan in all his naked glory, participating in some very explicit BDSM play. The moment the picture hits the Internet, it goes viral. Naturally, whoever took the picture has to pay. When Greg and Deidre finally come face-to-face, he's ready to exact revenge. And nothing short of Deidre's complete submission will satisfy him...
Absolute Power by Sierra Dafoe
Trapped at the mercy of six overpoweringly handsome vampires, can Mia find the courage to let down her guard and discover the ecstasy of submitting herself completely to their sexual demands?
Chain of Three by Willa Okati
Two alien Marines, a human BDSM Master, and a shapeshifting Empress with a mind of her own -- a recipe for trouble. Dane and Julian, ex-war heroes now in the Empress' service, hate each other. Problem. Julian wants Dane almost as much as he hates him. The Empress thinks Master Anubis can tame the two. It's a three-way battle for dominance, and the Empress never fights fair...
All Wrapped Up 2 (Collection)
Excerpt from Chain of Three Willa Okati
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Copyright ©2011 Willa Okati

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"So, you're pretending to be a human again today, are you?"
Dane grunted in response. In his opinion, a stupid question didn't deserve any kind of answer. Anyone with two, three, four or more eyes in their head or what they called a head ought to know better. Of course he'd shifted into human shape. He wasn't stupid.
The Empress hadn't exactly ordered Her subjects to assume the images of the humans She adored and fell passionately in love with. However, anyone who wasn't too dumb to come in out of the rain knew they'd better wear the right "uniform" unless they had an itch to annoy Her.
You really, really didn't want to annoy the Supreme Commander of a thousand-plus starships and a million trained warriors.
Besides, he'd decided to lounge by the pond in the garden of his new quarters that morning and tentacles had a nasty tendency to develop vicious sunburn. "Getting a tan" the earthfolk they'd rescued from their doomed planet called this practice. They'd said it was relaxing and made them look more attractive to those they wanted to mate with.
No, those they wanted to fuck.
If Dane was going to play human, then he'd damn well get the details right. Mating and fucking were completely different concepts. One of the new traditions most of his countrymen and women liked best when it came to playing human was the idea of fucking without having to tangle themselves up in mating.
"Fuck." An interesting word you could use in almost any sentence.
Dane paused for a second to appreciate the amazing range of human obscenities, otherwise called "swearing," "cursing," or "cussin'." They worked great when a guy didn't really know what else to say.
Speaking of which, Dane decided getting a suntan was probably a piss-poor waste of time. He couldn't figure out why anyone would enjoy damaging the pigmentation of their skin by sitting in the sun all day, but as the earthfolk also said, what the hell? He didn't have anything better to do. Not since he'd been "honorably" discharged from the military, sent back to their home planet for recuperation, and then...
Dane shuddered.
"Aww. He shivered. Izza baby boy cold?" Julian taunted in American English.
Raising the middle finger of his human-shaped hand, Dane pointed it where he figured Julian would be standing. Another handy earthfolk trick, cussing with hand signals.
Julian hooted. "Up yours too!" He made the suggestion in cheerful good humor. Probably purely for the sake of annoying Dane. He never took offense at anything Dane did. He treated every barb and sting like some big game. Prick. "You're cranky today, old man. What flew up your ass?"
Dane grunted again as his only answer, deciding if that wasn't good enough for Julian he could go screw himself.
Mmm. He really, really loved human profanity. So rich, depending on culture, and so satisfying. He and Julian both studied the underground lists of new phrases together to figure out what they meant, bitching at each other over who got to read first if they didn't both have a copy. The time when Julian insisted "son of a bitch" meant the same thing as "son of a motherless goat" had resulted in a fight of amazing violence and duration.
In the end, the Empress Herself gave them a tongue-lashing of Her own and sent them to their rooms to stand with their noses in the corner until they learned to behave like men, not children.
Julian's fault, in Dane's opinion. Dumbass.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Eternally Mine by Jessica Coulter Smith

Eternally Mine

by Jessica Coulter Smith
Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-636-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires
Length: Novella
Page Count: 39


Salena Roarke has chosen yet another stellar boyfriend. Running for her life from the enraged Derrick, she collapses outside of a mountain cabin. Little does she realize her savior is a deadly predator, a vampire.
Whittaker longs to be with Salena, but he knows his maker is still out there. Doubting he can keep her safe from the bloodthirsty creature who turned him, he tries to hold her at bay. But once he succumbs to Salena's charms, he knows his life will be forever changed and he will do anything to keep her safe.
Eternally Mine
Jessica Coulter Smith
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Copyright ©2011 Jessica Coulter Smith

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Rain pounded the tin roof of the cabin, lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled, rattling the windows. The storm was unlike any he'd seen before, and Whittaker had seen plenty of storms in the four hundred years he'd roamed the earth. The only benefit the storm provided was a lack of sunlight, allowing him to ramble around the house regardless of the time of day. It had been so long since he'd seen the sun that he no longer missed it, not like he had the first hundred years of his existence.
The storm continued to rage outside, the darkness impenetrable to all except night creatures like him. As he scanned the tree line, he noticed something out of place. A small, white speck in the distance lying on the ground, one he hadn't noticed moments before. He watched intently, his breath hissing between his teeth when he realized it was a human. How one had managed to climb so far as to reach his cabin he had no idea. Regardless, he knew there was no way a fragile human would survive the storm.
Opening the cabin door, he rushed outside, reaching the prone figure's side in seconds. He stared down in amazement at a small, pale woman. Her clothing and hair, plastered to her body, left little to his imagination. Lifting her gently into his arms, Whittaker ran back to the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
As he stood dripping all over the floor, he gazed at the creature in his arms. Her breasts pushed against the material of her dress, now made transparent by the weather. Hardened nipples peeked at him through the sopping material, making his cock come to instant attention.
He felt like a schoolboy, unable to control his baser urges. Moving to the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and stripped her soaked dress from her body. His gaze skimmed over her glistening skin, from her full breasts to the curls at the junction of her thighs. Without thought, his hand reached for her, gently cupping a perfect breast. Her skin was cold, reminding him that she needed a towel and something warm to wear.
With a mental shake, he brought himself back to the here and now and sprang into action. Grabbing two large, fluffy towels from the bathroom, he dried her skin and wrung the water from her hair. While she slept, he would clean her clothes. He rummaged through his drawers until he found a black tee for her to wear. Slipping the garment over her head, he reluctantly covered her delectable body.
He wondered how she came to be so far up the mountain without shoes or underthings, and in a dress, no less, but all that would have to wait. He only hoped she didn't catch a fever from being in the rain for so long.
He looked down upon her for a moment longer, admiring her pale skin and dark hair. She looked like the quintessential English rose, dainty, delicate, and breathtaking. While her eyes had yet to open, he imagined they would be something soft like a hazel or maybe even a blue.
His gaze took in her form. She wasn't slim like the current fashion called for, but she wasn't fat either. No, she was what most in this modern time would call plump, but to Whittaker she was mouthwatering, and he didn't mean her blood. It took every ounce of willpower he owned to walk away.
He pulled the bedroom door closed behind him and moved silently through the small structure until he reached the laundry room. A powerful windmill and large generator on the property gave his cabin the energy it needed for electricity, allowing him the creature comforts so far from civilization. At times like these, he was thankful for having modern inventions on hand. The washing machine and dryer would make short work of cleaning and drying the thin garment in his hands.
Once finished, he moved back to the living room to watch the storm again. Perhaps the rain would keep his mind off his strange guest, and more importantly, help him keep his hands to himself. Her blood sang to him, but it was her body he wanted most.
* * *
Salena tossed and turned, trapped in a nightmare. Her boyfriend, Derrick, held a knife in his hand as he chased her through the woods. On and on she ran, long after he quit following, only stopping once exhaustion set in and she collapsed on the ground. A light in the distance gave her hope that someone lived nearby, but she knew she couldn't make it there on her own.
Waking with a gasp, she realized it wasn't a nightmare, but had actually happened. Sitting up, she scanned her surroundings, confused to find herself in a bedroom. She looked down at herself and saw a black tee in place of her dress. She'd obviously been rescued, but by whom?
Pushing back the covers, she rose unsteadily to her feet and walked the short distance to the bedroom door. Before she could open it, a man stepped inside.
"You're awake, I see."
She swallowed and stared at him in wonder, having never seen a man quite so beautiful. His black hair, layered to frame his face, fell to his shoulders. Eyes so blue they seemed ethereal watched her with concern. His nose was long and straight and led to full, kissable lips, ones she suddenly wanted to nibble. Stubble along his square jaw gave him a bad boy look that she found to be oddly appealing. She wanted to run her fingers along that jaw and feel the rasp of his whiskers against her skin. She felt hypnotized, enthralled.
"Not talking?" he asked.
Her gaze returned to his. A mistake, for sure, as his stare robbed her of the ability to speak. For that matter, the man robbed her of all senses except the ones urging her to run her hands over his biceps and see if his mouth tasted as yummy as it looked.
Salena quickly looked away. She'd never reacted to men this way and wasn't sure she liked feeling this powerless now. In another moment, she would have been rubbing against him like a cat in heat. She didn't know what the hell was wrong with her, but she needed to figure it out and shut it off.
"Can you tell me how it is you came to be so far up the mountain?" he asked.
"I was running," she answered quietly, keeping her eyes averted, not wanting his gaze to mesmerize her again.
"Running from what?"
Salena looked up at him, trying to assess just how trustworthy he was, but once more, her body betrayed her. The moment their eyes met, she felt liquid heat zing through her and settle between her legs. Biting her lip, she looked away. If she didn't look at him, she wouldn't want him, right? At least, that was her theory. "A man was chasing me. I ran until I just couldn't run anymore."
He reached out and gently took her arm, turning her to face him. "I think you'd better tell me the whole story..."

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Beautiful Music: Finding the Chords by Faith Talbot

Beautiful Music: Finding the Chords

by Faith Talbot
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-635-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Cougar
Series: Beautiful Music
Length: Novella
Page Count: 81

Finding the right balance is as important in life as it is in music. Kayla, Jason, and Erik have settled into Kayla's suburban Chicago home. But just moving in together hasn't solved all the problems of their complex threesome. While they work to iron out the wrinkles in their new status quo, Jason faces health issues that could sideline his career as a singer, while Kayla struggles to balance herself emotionally between her two very different lovers.
Beautiful Music: Finding the Chords
Faith Talbot
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Copyright ©2011 Faith Talbot

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Jason had never stayed in a hotel in Indianapolis. Having lived there most of his life, he'd never had the need. Now it felt strange, lying stretched out on crisp hotel sheets only a few blocks from what had once been his and Erik's apartment.
But they didn't live there anymore. He and Erik had made the move a few weeks ago to Chicago, leaving their ratty apartment to move in with Kayla Thorn. It wasn't Chicago proper -- she lived in a semi-suburban area considerably different from the downtown Indy area they'd previously called home. It would take some getting used to, Jason knew, but then again everything about Kayla's role in his and Erik's life took getting used to. And it was worth it.
There were two queen-sized beds in the hotel room, but Jason, Erik, and Kayla were on the bed closest to the window, luggage and a couple of guitar cases piled on the other. At the moment Kayla and Erik lay spooned together, Kayla's body curved into Erik's. They were both sound asleep still, while Jason lay staring out the window behind them, where morning had just started to turn the sky pinkish gray.
He didn't know what time it was. The hotel room clock had been blinking twelve o'clock since they'd checked in, and none of them had bothered to reset it. His phone was just far enough out of reach that he would have to roll over to lay hands on it, and he didn't feel like moving at the moment. He just wanted to lie there listening to Kayla and Erik breathe, feeling their shared warmth as it seeped through the blankets to him. He could smell Erik's musky morning smell, the softer scent of Kayla's skin. He wanted to touch them both, but he held back, unwilling to disturb them.
He and Erik had been together nearly as far back as he could remember, starting as children sharing the vagaries of the foster care system. From an early age, it had been apparent that they simply couldn't be separated -- when they were sent to separate placements, they'd both become sick, weak, surly, unmanageable or any combination of the above. Eventually, the strange, seemingly symbiotic relationship they shared had led to their becoming lovers.
For Erik, the relationship had been exclusive by necessity. He couldn't have sex with anyone but Jason. He'd tried, and the attempt had nearly killed him. And without the intimate connection to Jason, he faded. Jason was almost certain Erik would die without him, but they hadn't tested that theory. Just thinking about it made his heart race and his hands go clammy.
On the other hand, Jason could have sex with anyone he chose -- and had done so with impressive thoroughness even for a good-looking, healthy twenty-something man who fronted a moderately successful rock band. His sexual exploits created an energy of some kind -- mystical, metaphysical, electromagnetic, who the fuck knew -- which he then shared with Erik by fucking him silly. It was strange and weirdly perverted in its way, but it was necessary. They'd discovered the hard way that trying to function like normal people led to serious, potentially deadly consequences.
All that had changed when they met Kayla. Somehow, she completed a circuit they hadn't known existed. With Jason, with Erik, with both of them, she made them a single unit. Made them whole.
He let his gaze fall from the window to look at her, there where she lay in Erik's loose embrace. Her blonde hair was tousled, and he could see the red edge of a love bite peeking out past the neckline of her nightgown. He couldn't remember if his teeth or Erik's had made it. He assumed his own -- Erik wasn't nearly as fond of biting as Jason was.
She was older than either of them. By how much, he didn't know, and he didn't care. He'd find out eventually, he was sure, but all that really mattered was what she meant to him, and what her presence in their lives meant to Erik. He glanced out the window again, and when he looked back, Kayla was watching him. She smiled softly as his gaze met hers, and he smiled back and scooted a little closer.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"Sleep well?"
She nodded. Her hand moved to cover Erik's where it lay loosely against the curve of her belly. The movement seemed automatic, as if she simply sought his touch without thought.
Jason moved closer to her, careful not to jostle the bed too much. He didn't want to disturb Erik, but he wanted very much to kiss Kayla.
So he did, leaning forward until their lips just brushed, then leaning in a little more. Her mouth opened softly under his, her body shifting slightly toward him without disturbing Erik's arm across her stomach.
"You taste good," he murmured against her mouth.
"No, I don't." She laughed a little, the sound of it self-conscious.
"You taste like morning."
"Not really a good thing."
He made a noncommittal hum in response and shifted his weight to one elbow so he could cup her breast with his free hand. The soft, warm weight of it fit his fingers perfectly. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat as her nipple grew erect, pressing against the middle of his palm. Her eyes had gone dark, eyelids lowering in obvious desire. The look on her face, that open, uninhibited lust, made him want her more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. Except maybe Erik. Which was as it should be. He would never get tired of this. Never. He bent closer to kiss her again.
Nothing about this, Kayla thought, would ever get old. She couldn't imagine ever looking into Jason's blue eyes and not wanting him. His mouth moved over her body, taking in every inch of her skin as if he were trying to memorize her. The soft flow of heat had already begun, bringing with it that inexplicable flow of power that was more than lust, more than need, that poured over her skin and through it, that made her stronger and fuller and so filled with life that she shook with it.
He felt it too, she knew, but it wasn't as new to him. He'd lived with this all his life, with the way sex filled him up and made him alive. With the way he shared that with Erik. She'd only been involved with them for a few months, and it all took some getting used to.
This didn't, though. Jason's tongue traced over the curve of her lower belly, dipped into her navel. His mouth was hot on her skin, and she let out an involuntary mewling sound, forgetting that Erik lay sleeping behind her. He stirred slightly, but didn't awaken. That wouldn't last long, she was certain, not the way Jason was working her over. Especially if his mouth kept moving down...

Friday, June 24, 2011

Wolfman Tales 2: Blind Devotion by Brannan Black

Blind Devotion, A Wolfman Tale

by Brannan Black
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-654-6
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves, Cougar
Series: Wolfman Tales
Length: Novella
Page Count: 70


I was one of the ones left behind when the virus hit. A blind woman, trapped in my isolated subterranean prison. Now there are three of us -- me and my saviors, Derek and Jay, the two young wolfmen who rescued me.
Attacked by vicious rabids, Derek's life hangs in the balance. Jay fears our rescuers have ulterior motives. Why else would they offer to help? It's not like we have a choice, not with Derek's life at stake. Meeting a compound full of lonely women adds a whole new set of problems. And then there's Frank. He just can't leave well enough alone. And if he's not careful, my boys are going to rip him to pieces.
Blind Devotion, A Wolfman Tale
Brannan Black
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Copyright ©2011 Brannan Black

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Laughter and the clang of pots and dishes pulled me into waking. For a few moments, I thought I was at home before the virus, when people still laughed. But these laughs didn't sound like my family. Memory flooded back as I came fully awake. Beasts. A sly grin stretched across my face. Insatiable sex beasts!
I stretched and felt a delicious symphony of sore muscles and a well-satisfied pussy. I ran a finger gently over one bite-mark, then the other. They hadn't broken my skin those few days ago when they mated with me but the bruises still hurt if I pressed on them.
Mated. It sounded so oddly romantic. Like married, only more? Mentally I shook myself. That these two hard bodied hotties wanted me for their mate still blew my mind. But did it really mean what I thought? Did they understand what they meant by mate? Sometimes they seemed so young.
"Hungry, Pretty?" Derek called from the kitchen.
I sat up and heard the sudden catch in their breathing. Damn. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nakedness. "Um, any idea where my clothes are?" They'd stripped me on the way to bed last night.
Jay snickered from nearby. "Here, Pretty. Not that we mind seeing you naked but we thought you might like to eat first."
First? Oh lord, those two had one thing on their minds. Not that I objected. As lovers, they were considerate and skilled. I dressed and headed for the bathroom. My bare feet tangled in something that shouldn't have been there, but Jay caught me before I hit the ground.
"Whoa, easy, Pretty." He steadied me.
I took a deep breath and hoped they would understand. "It's important that nothing be left on the floor or moved out of place. That way I can move around freely without help or hurting myself." I'd warned them before but experience told me it might take a while until they remembered. I'd dated one guy who I swear would leave stuff around on purpose!
I heard rustling and soft whispers of movement.
"It's good now. All picked up." That was Jay again.
"Thank you. Living with a blind person is different." I hated to remind them but at the same time I needed to be able to move around without help or risk of injury... or embarrassment.
A warm body hugged me from behind. Make that hot, and hard. Derek's unique sent filled my nose. A familiar warmth sparked inside me. "Worth every effort for our Pretty." Derek gave me a kiss on the neck to emphasize his words. He let me go with a light push forward.
As soon as I'd finished in the bathroom, Jay escorted me to the table. They'd raided the storeroom and made a passable stew. For some reason, I'd expected breakfast. Living underground killed any chance I had for keeping track of time. The guys didn't seem to care. Now mattered, and they ate whatever was to hand whenever they got hungry. So I could be having stew for breakfast.
"You need some fresh meat, Pretty."
I snickered and licked my lips, getting the appreciative whines I wanted.
"Hmm. Raw, hot meat. I'd love some of that."
They both laughed. "Happy to satisfy your hunger, Mei. Just not for the stew pot!" Jay shot back, the teasing in his voice barely covering the lust.
It was so easy to forget they weren't quite human anymore.
Someone very tall snatched me up against his hard chest. My yelp of surprise turned into a moan of desire. His lips nibbled along my chin, up my cheek to land butterfly kisses on my eyelids. The heat of his hard cock started a fire low in my belly. My hands caressed around his naked chest and down over his firm and very naked ass.
I heard Jay suck in a breath and felt Derek pressing my hands into Jay. I slipped them around Derek and hugged Jay between us. Jay's sexy growl vibrated deep inside me. My pussy swelled and moisture pooled.
Hands, two sets, now caressed me. Jay's longer fingers cupped my ass as Derek stroked whatever he could reach, regardless of whose body. He slid his hand down and worked in between us. I tilted my hips back. Jay's gasp told me Derek had him firmly by the cock.
"I want to fuck you while you're inside Mei. God, it would be like having you both at the same time." He rubbed the broad head of Jay's cock against my mons. I parted my legs and he slipped it between. Jay flexed his knees while I rose on my toes. I was still too short for this to work.
"Um, let's move this to the bed." I tugged softly on Jay's arms and stepped back. A low growl was my only warning before I was swooped up. Two long, fast strides and he dropped me on the mattress.
Jay's rougher chest hair tickled me as he kissed up the insides of my thighs. Derek's weight shifted the bed and he gripped my chin, turning me to his kiss. I moaned and opened to his probing tongue. He swept inside, laying claim to every bit of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. He groaned, his body pressed to my side, hard cock thrusting against me.
I gasped, letting Derek go. Jay's agile tongue swept across my lower lips then he gently sucked one side. I arched and cried out.
Not to be outdone, Derek had taken my breast, suckling my nipple and rolling it with his tongue. Sensations threatened to overwhelm me. My hands clenched into their hair, then at a warning growl, loosened so I could stroke their heads.
Pleasure rolled through me in waves...

Monday, June 20, 2011

Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing by B.J. McCall

Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing

by B.J. McCall

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-617-1

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Dark Desire

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 29


Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing

B.J. McCall

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Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall

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The elevator doors slid open revealing a mirrored car. Eva stepped inside the vacant car and saw her myriad reflections. She touched the button for the Skye Lounge, the doors closed and the car began to rise. Eva dug her lipstick out of her purse and looked into the mirror to her right.

Startled, she jumped back and dropped the lipstick. Instead of her own reflection, she saw him. But that was impossible.

Intense blue eyes stared back at her. Eyes she'd seen only once, but they had haunted her dreams for months.

But she wasn't dreaming. She glanced around saw her reflection all around her, but not him. She snapped her head around and faced the mirror before her.

He reached out, but his open palms were spread before him as if his hands touched glass. His lips moved, but Eva couldn't hear him.

Doubting her sanity, she closed her eyes and counted to ten.

She opened her eyes. Eva's breath caught and her heart pounded. He was still there, a beautiful blond, naked Adonis suspended in infinite darkness broken by a splash of distant stars.

His hair had been short when he'd been laid to rest, but now it was beach-bum long. Behind him, something moved. Eva blinked. It couldn't be!

Wings! He had wings with long, dark feathers. She'd seen them before, knew how soft they felt against her skin.

Her blood heated and raw need throbbed deep inside her. Her dark angel had come to claim her and she wanted to be with him. She wanted to feel the rapture.

Eva closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and opened them. He was still there. Blue eyes. Golden hair. Black wings. Hallucinating or dreaming? Eva had no idea what was happening, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered, but him.

She reached out. Her hand slid through what once was a mirror, but was now a clear thin barrier that was thicker than water.

Their palms met and their fingers clasped. She felt the warmth of his hand, the strength of muscle and bone.

He tightened his grip on her hand and snapped his wings. Eva floated up. Her purse slid off her shoulder, her money, credit cards and identification, all the trappings of her worldly existence going with it, but Eva didn't care.

Her heart pounded, but not in fear as the dark angel drew her through the mirror and into his world. As she passed through the barrier her clothing vanished. He embraced her, skin touched skin and hearts beat as one. His warmth and strength surrounded her and just like in her dreams a feeling of utter bliss bloomed in her chest.

A wave of need rolled through her and she gripped his shoulders. She gasped as the fire of passion licked her veins.

He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. Their gazes met. His eyes were blazing, lit by a brilliant fire and Eva knew. This was meant to be. They were meant to be.

Eva closed her eyes and her breath caught as his lips touched hers. Her lips parted and his tongue, tasting of cinnamon, slid inside her mouth. Hot and powerful, his mouth devoured hers, his tongue delving and retreating. He caressed her back and cupped her butt, pulling her tight against him. His erection, hot and hard, pressed against her belly.

Her breathing quickened and her body burned...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Inked 3: Mountain Men by Kate Hill

Inked 3: Mountain Men

by Kate Hill
Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-485-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Inked
Length: Novella

You can be hot for more than one person, but love? I don't think so.
Lydia doesn't believe ménage à trois is possible, but her ideas are challenged when she is magically transported to another world where a gorgeous man emerges from a mountainside and carries her to his cave. They make passionate love, but afterward Lydia discovers they are in danger.
Kaelen and Jay entered a spiritual realm in a state of deep meditation. As the newly elected heads of their magical sect, they must learn to work together or end their joint leadership in a fight to the death. For years Kaelen has hidden his love for Jay by deflecting Jay's empathic powers, but that mistake may cost his life.
Despite his feelings for Kaelen, Jay can't trust him enough to share leadership. He thought their situation couldn't get any more complicated until a woman arrives who is destined to be their mate.
Can Lydia find a way to bring about peace or possibly see both lovers destroyed?
Inked 3: Mountain Men

Kate Hill

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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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Without the cover of rock, he was no longer a giant, but still tall -- at least six feet -- and if possible his body was even more beautiful with its glistening, lightly tanned skin. His rain-soaked brown hair clung to his head and he stared at her through gorgeous blue eyes narrowed against the storm.

He approached and she scooted backward. Before she had a chance to climb to her feet, he squatted near her.

"Don't be afraid," he said in a deep yet quiet voice while he quickly examined her knees.

"What... who are you?" she asked.

"Let's get out of this storm." He glanced skyward at the oversized bats. One dipped closer and he swatted it away.

Lydia covered her face, her lip curled in fear. Bats were cool from a distance --little bats -- but bats the size of defensive linemen, up close, freaked her out.

Bewildered by her sudden appearance here, in pain from her scraped knees and frightened of the giant bats, she didn't protest when tall, dark and divine lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the boulder. Now that he'd emerged, she noticed the entrance to a cave.

He carried her inside and placed her on a legless bed covered in red sheets. The inside of this cave took her completely by surprise. Nearby a lantern rested on top of a wooden trunk decorated with carved leaves. Though Spartan, the room was elegant and seemed to fit her rescuer.

"What's your name?" he asked, walking to the trunk and placing the lantern aside. He lifted the heavy wooden lid and removed a thick black towel and a leather bag.

"Lydia," she said, accepting the towel.

While she dried off, she couldn't keep from staring at him. Her body still tingled from his touch and she longed to be snug in his powerful arms again. He knelt in front of her, still dripping rainwater, and opened the leather bag. He removed a bottle of clear liquid and wad of gauze.

While he examined her scraped knees, she continued studying him. Thick lashes lowered over his big blue eyes as he poured antiseptic onto the gauze. His large hand cupped the back of her knee and he cleaned the injuries.

"Thanks," she murmured. Her mouth had gone dry and his touch made her feel weak and giddy.

She stared at the raindrops running down his broad chest. Muscles rippled in his arms as he worked.

"I don't think the cuts are very deep," he said.

"No. I'm okay." At least her knees were. The rest of her was in a state of sexual overload. Everything about him turned her on.

After gently cleaning and bandaging her knees, he rose to discard the bloody gauze and put away his medical kit.

Lydia stared at the sexy curve of his well-rounded ass.

He turned and she handed him the towel, which he scrubbed over his dark hair. Then he dried off his broad chest and well-muscled arms. When he ran the towel over his flat belly, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. His cock stirred and her heartbeat quickened.

She looked up and found him staring at her just as intently. His gaze traveled to the cleft between her breasts in the tight black bikini top.

"Other than the skinned knees, are you all right?" he asked, his voice a sexy purr.

"Yeah," she murmured, forcing herself to stand just to prove that her legs hadn't completely turned to jelly. The attraction between her and this man was irresistible.

Clearing her throat, she asked, "What's your name?"

"All right. I'll play along. I'm Kaelen." He flung the towel aside, stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She considered resisting, but why should she? This was her dream, or hallucination or prelude to the afterlife, so why not enjoy it? His hard body felt so good pressed against her. He was warm and had a fresh, masculine scent that made her want to lean even closer, so she did. Raising herself slightly on her toes, she closed her eyes and inhaled along the side of his neck, then she touched her lips to the smooth flesh.

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "You're the one all right." While he spoke, he trailed his lips along her shoulder. He caressed her rounded hips and gently slid his hands up to stroke the sides of her breasts.

"Yeah," she breathed, soothed yet aroused by his touch. "I'm the one."

Why not? This was the best damn dream of her life. If this stud said she was the one, she wasn't about to argue. But just her luck she'd wake up before the best part.

He caressed her back then unfastened the clasp of her skimpy top. He slid it down her shoulders and she shrugged it off. Moaning softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sensation of his hard chest, lightly dusted with hair, pressing against her breasts.

Still kissing her shoulder and neck, he guided her to the bed. Pressing her onto her back, he covered her mouth in a kiss. It was so gentle at first. His firm, slightly moist lips caressed hers, then the tip of his tongue coaxed her lips apart -- not that it took much persuasion since she desperately wanted to taste him.

Their warm, wet tongues danced together, giving and receiving pleasure. Only in a dream could a first kiss be this perfect. While their tongues explored, their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Kaelen was masculine perfection -- tall and muscular but not overly bulky. He had a fantastic ass -- well rounded and rock-hard. His hair-roughened legs felt so good against her smooth ones.

Kaelen groaned and broke the kiss to whisper breathlessly, "I want you..."

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Hacked Investigations 1: Techno Crazed by Sarah Mäkelä

Hacked Investigations 1: Techno Crazed

by Sarah Mäkelä
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-649-2
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, Cyber-Punk
Theme(s): Magic
Series: Hacked Investigations
Length: Novella
Page Count: 83
Private Investigator Hannah Franklin's life is turned upside down after being contacted by a former employee of MAX Home Security, the leader in Corporate Security. But they're not just protecting people anymore. Hannah's informant claims to have proof that MAX Home has ordered the assassination of politicians who stood against the corporation. When her informant is killed and an attempt is made on her life, Hannah has no choice but to contact a freelance hacker. Her only hope now lies in the hands of a man she never expected to welcome back into her life.
Technomage Ian Bradley has lost his girlfriend and his job, as well as having acquired a very annoying gnome. Now his ex, Hannah, is in danger, and she needs his help. Ian vows to protect Hannah with every resource available to him -- and as a technomage in a high-tech world, his resources are almost endless…

Hacked Investigations 1: Techno Crazed

Sarah Mäkelä

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Copyright ©2011 Sarah Mäkelä

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A loud, metallic click sounded from the other side of the room. Then footsteps raced around the couch.

"Hannah? Are you okay?" Ian's voice drew her gaze to his concerned face.

"What did you do? What are you?" She gulped, unsure if she wanted an answer to that.

He frowned, and a muscle clenched in his jaw. "I'm a technomage. I use and simulate magic through technology."

"What?" She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. Pain formed at her temples. "Whoa. How long have you... ?"

"Since puberty. My mother was also a technomage." He shrugged a shoulder. "It's always been part of who I am. I'm just pretty good at hiding it."

She blinked. Wow, his mother had seemed so normal when she'd met his parents. Had she really known him? He seemed like a stranger. No, she wouldn't throw away their memories together because he'd hidden part of himself. She wouldn't do that to him. Or she'd try not to, at least. "Were you ever going to tell me? Like if things had progressed between us?"

He helped her up and grabbed the blanket, keeping her covered. "I would have, eventually. Wouldn't be nice of me to do otherwise, you know?"

She nodded and stared into his brown eyes. "I've missed you."

He released a breath and rested his forehead against hers. "I've missed you too. God, I really screwed things up, didn't I?"

Placing her hand against his chest, she angled her face to brush her lips against his. "We both did."

Ian ran his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head before deepening the kiss. His mouth possessed hers like a thirsty man at a well. He always kissed hard and desperately, and she loved it.

Ian scooped her into his arms, making her feel desirable. He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. Crossing the room, he set her down and ran his hands over her neck, shoulders, and down to her hips.

"You're so beautiful, Hannah. I missed out on a lot when --"

"Hush. Don't think about that. We're together now." She drew his face down to hers, kissing him.

He held himself over her, obviously being careful of her wounded state. She appreciated that, but part of her didn't care about the injury, she just needed him.

He stiffened and glanced over his shoulder, looking at the door. She followed his gaze to see the gnome peeking inside.

"Sorry to disturb the party. As much as I'd like to listen to you two HAVE SEX, there's stuff to be done!" Bernard looked as happy as ever, and she so wanted to wipe that cheerfulness off his face.

Yet he was right. Damn it. She still needed to check out the donut shop. There was a possibility they might find evidence of a struggle that they could bring to the police. But hadn't she heard a couple weeks back about someone spreading rumors of police involvement with MAX Home Security? Ian rolled next to her and placed his hands over his face. He let out a ragged sigh. "Fine. We'll be out in a moment."

"No more SEX!" The gnome slammed the door behind him.

"Why do you put up with him?" she asked.

"I don't know. He tends to be okay. Most of the time, that is." He propped up on his elbow and ran a fingertip along her arm. "He's dangerous, though. Don't antagonize him. He causes suicide. That's what happened to his previous owner. I happened to be nearby, and Bernard started following me no matter what I did."

"How do you keep him from killing you?" Hannah frowned.

"I keep him happy enough. Besides, my power doesn't let him impact me much." He glanced back at the door. "Unfortunately, we need to get going before he bursts in here again."

She nodded and stared down at the quilt. "Would be easier if I had something to wear. I saw your living room floor; you cut my blouse off."

He sighed. "Right. Well, I can give you some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Guess we'll need to do some clothes shopping." Cocking an eyebrow at her, he smiled. "Not that I mind."

"Okay, what did you do to the Ian I know? You used to hate when I took you shopping." She grinned.

Ian shrugged. "I'm just glad to do stuff with you now. I'm not like I used to be." He glared at the door before glancing back at her. "Trust me."

"I do." She nodded. "With my life."

His lips thinned into a pink line. "I'm going to do everything I can to make you safe again. I swear." He caressed his thumb along her jaw line and brushed his lips against hers once more before getting out of bed.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Double Dipped by Selena Illyria

Double Dipped

by Selena Illyria
Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-624-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, Magic, BBW
Series: Sex and Chocolate
Length: Novella

Burned by love, healing witch Melody decides to jump back into the singles pool after taking a year off to heal herself. She goes to the Chocolate Whispers Bar, looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun and sex. She doesn't count on two sexy strangers who want to give her as much pleasure as their naughty minds can dream up. But when love comes calling, will she accept it, even if it comes in the form of two sex shifters?Excerpt:

Double Dipped

Selena Illyria

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Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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There she is again. Sean sipped his latte and watched as the curvaceous woman he'd spotted a few weeks ago moved to her usual booth in the corner, close to the window.

His inner tiger rolled over onto its side and began making a sort of purring sound that reverberated through him. His hands shook so badly, due to the vibrations, he couldn't hold his coffee. Stop that. The tiger picked up its head. The sound stopped. It let out a growl before rising and padding away into the darkness of its cell.

With a sigh, Sean shook his head. He knew he'd have to apologize for that later, make it up to the animal somehow, maybe shift and do a run in the woods at the back of his house. A short run.

Another sip of his latte and he sniffed the air. A light, floral scent drifted toward him, riding a burst of coffee, sweet pastry and bacon. He settled back into his chair and watched the mystery woman. She was wearing baggy clothing again, but the fabric couldn't hide the curves underneath. He could see her full breasts pressing against her top. The skirt might have hung slack, but it couldn't conceal her rounded ass and hips.

His cock jerked in his jeans. Since spotting her, he'd spent his nights stroking his shaft and fantasizing about riding her ass, feeling her back passage squeeze his cock so sweetly. Fire flooded his veins as the slow, simmering arousal spread from the pit of his stomach to cascade through his body in a tidal wave.

Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and ordered the change back. He wasn't going to shift, not here, not now. His tiger wasn't going to take control of the situation and ruin things.

The big cat had become restless as of late. It had become more and more impatient as the days went by and Sean's bed remained empty, without the woman the feline felt belonged to them. Its silent impatience ricocheted around his body, demanding that he go kidnap the woman and mark her as belonging to him.

But not just him. His brother and his tiger had shown interest in her as well. Mitch had preached patience, but he wasn't the one who had a randy tiger close to mating heat inside of him.

"She's here. Good." Mitch took a seat next to Sean. The presence of his sibling eased away some of the sensual warmth threatening his control. The scent of strong, black coffee with a hit of milk and sugar drifted toward him, making his stomach clench.

"How the hell do you drink that stuff?" He downed the last of his latte and prepared to get up and get another one along with something to eat.

"Simple," Mitch grinned. "I put it in my mouth and swallow. Get me a bagel, will you? I didn't have time to make something before I left home. Didn't want to miss her."

Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

He took the time to study her from a new vantage point. She had soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and smooth, creamy brown skin like milk chocolate. He wanted to see every inch of her exposed to his view. The fire thundered through him again.

His tiger growled, impatient. Go to her, it demanded.

Patience, he argued.

Sean sniffed the air, catching her scent. There was a sadness in her perfume, a quiver of uncertainty that made him want to take it slow. Well, that and Mitch. He wouldn't move without his brother. They were a pair, and if a woman couldn't accept them both, there was no deal. Mitch was all he had that mattered in the world. Their parents had died when they were little, and the local felines hadn't been hospitable. It was rough but at least he hadn't been alone.

His gaze settled on the woman again. She sipped her coffee and ate her breakfast slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to savor things. He loved that. Sean could only imagine her taking her time exploring him. A shiver raced down his spine to hum at the base of his back. His balls hardened as his cock pressed against his fly. Breathing slow and steady, in and out, he marshaled himself. His tiger padded out of the darkness, face set, determination sparkling in its eyes.

No, not yet, he told the animal.

The tiger snorted and turned, sauntering away. Its impatience rolled through him, leaving a dark stain in its wake. He could feel its frustration as if it were his own. If he wasn't careful, man and beast would become one.

Mitch looked relaxed and at home in his seat. He glanced up, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think we should make our move next week. We've watched long enough."

Monday, June 13, 2011

Price of Passion Collection by Aubrey Ross

Price of Passion (Collection)

by Aubrey Ross
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-365-9
Genre(s): Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, BDSM, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Price of Pleasure
Length: Collection


Price of Passage: Moments after departure, Ivy Slane discovers an escaped sex slave hiding in her cargo bay. Kade is convincing her not to turn him in when her ship is attacked by pirates. Seeing no alternative but death, Kade offers his services to Traborn Morel, commander of the pirate ship. Traborn isn't opposed to the pleasure Kade offers, but he's even more interested in teaching both his prisoners the true meaning of surrender.
Price of Pleasure: Mason has guarded the fact that she is a shapeshifter, knowing the Sabrotine Federation will not offer the same respect to a woman they extend to a man. Her new body guard, Kade, arouses her as no other lover ever has, but can he accept her complex nature?
Price of Passion: After Jazz and Bluz rescue Treena from an angry mob, she's strongly attracted to both brothers. Jazz knows a past betrayal is making Bluz overly cautious, so he agrees to help Treena seduce his reluctant sibling. She knows they can be happy together. All they have to do is erode the barriers Bluz has erected around his heart.
Price of Passion (Collection)
Aubrey Ross
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Copyright ©2011 Aubrey Ross
Excerpt from Price of Passage

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Ivy held her breath as her ship slipped past the Sabrotine blockade. Black market shields assured the patrol cruisers were unable to detect the nimble Chrysalis. Still, Ivy never breathed easy until they were well out of range.
"Almost there," Bluz said.
The previous owner of the Chrysalis had offered to throw in the indenture contracts of Bluz and his brother Jazz, if Ivy would pay full price for the spaceship. The brothers knew more about the Chrysalis than anyone alive, so Ivy had reluctantly agreed. When the terms of their contracts matured, Ivy offered them paid positions and they had been the heart of her twelve-man crew ever since.
"All clear, captain." Bluz winked at her. "You can exhale."
She smiled and blew out an exaggerated breath.
"Jazz to Slane," an agitated voice transmitted over the general comlink. "We've got a slight... complication." Jazz was head of security and he was extremely hard to rattle, so his obvious hesitation sent a chill down Ivy's spine.
"What's the nature of this complication?" She glanced at Bluz. He shrugged his broad shoulders and turned back to his scanner console, likely identifying his brother's exact location.
"We have a stowaway."
"A what?"
"An unauthorized passenger in cargo bay three."
Any passenger would be unauthorized. The Chrysalis was strictly a cargo ship. "I'll be right there."
Jazz had the stowaway backed against a waist-high crate. The cavernous bay was nearly empty as they had just off-loaded on Palonti. All Ivy could see was sleek black hair and the person's upraised hands. The echo of her boot heels against the textured alloy floor drew a quick glance from her head of security.
"He hasn't said a word," Jazz informed her. "I'm not sure he understands Standard."
Ivy approached cautiously, making sure Jazz had a clear shot at their uninvited guest. Tall and lean, the man shared the rich bronzed skin of those native to Palonti. Thick-lashed pastel blue eyes and the most sensual mouth Ivy had ever seen momentarily muddled her thoughts. He was saved from being pretty by a firm jaw and broad shoulders, but her nipples tightened and her body stirred just looking at the man.
"Are you able to understand me?" She spoke in a calm, non-threatening tone.
"Aletro din rakins tro'slen mentle?"
She recognized the cadence of the Palontian language, but she didn't comprehend his words. The Sabrotine Federation had been in the process of incorporating Palonti into their mighty empire when the local government rebelled. Would he understand Sabrotine?
"Do you know these words?"
"No Palontian willingly utilizes them, but we appear to have no alternative." He spoke Sabrotine with an intriguing accent, which only added to his exotic appeal. His dark blue jacket was elaborately embroidered in gold and left open, displaying the firm planes and rippling definition of his torso. Similar embroidery ran down the side seams of his formfitting pants and a golden cord crisscrossed from waist to crotch, accenting the considerable bulge beneath. The gaudy outfit, and his haughty stance, reminded her of an ancient matador.
She dragged her gaze back to his face and inclined her head. "I'm Captain Ivy Slane and your presence here is a violation of --"
"You command this vessel?" He glanced at Jazz and made a derisive sound. "Are there no able bodied males for such duties?"
"Sorry. You're stuck with me." She pretended indifference to his arrogance. "I'm within my rights to shove you out the nearest airlock. Do you realize that?"
"You will not." He made the statement with absolute confidence. "I am far too valuable."
"Valuable to whom?"
"Take me to your quarters and I'll demonstrate."