Monday, August 29, 2011

Inn of the Vampires by Madeline Oh

The Inn of the Vampires (Collection)

by Madeleine Oh
Cover art: Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-653-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves
Series: L'Auberge Pipistrelli
Length: Collection
Page Count: 148

Can love offer hope for a lasting relationship between a lupo mannaro and a vampire?
L'Auberge Pipistrelli -- The Inn of the Vampires... Owned and operated by three sibling werewolves. Every luxury is assured and the management is committed to meeting the guests' every need -- from fine cuisine and excellent wines to total sensual satisfaction.
Elaine Vargas comes to the Inn of the Vampires at the urging of her friend, Lucia Mannaro. As a mature werewolf, Elaine needs a mate, and Lucia thinks one of her brothers might just suit. Once Elaine meets Luc, their lives will never be the same. Meanwhile, Marcel finds himself providing his own special brand of entertainment for a guest who enjoys bondage.
Maria Lucia Mannaro comes home intent on taking her place in the family business. Fortunately her big alpha wolf brothers don't know about the vampire lover, Acelin, she's come home to, or they'd be even more annoyingly overprotective.
Still, life is close to perfect -- until Elaine Vargas returns. Now Luc faces the quandary of his life. Can love and passion offer any hope for a lasting relationship between a lupo mannaro and a loup garou?
This collection contains the previously released novellas in the L'Auberge Pipistrelli series: Service with a Smile, Scented Nights, Kiss the Cook, and Pleasure a la Carte.

The Inn of the Vampires (Collection)
Excerpt from Service with a Smile
Madeleine Oh
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Madeleine Oh

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"You did what?"

Luc shrugged. Marcel had woken up in a bad mood.

"What the hell did you bring Jules Batteau into this for?"

He was tempted to let his brother rant on. After all, hypertension wasn't a worry for lupo mannaro and the guests had left for the day so they weren't around to be disturbed but no point in letting him get too full of hot air.

"I'd accommodate the Harshbargers, but I'll have to man the bar tonight. I can hardly ask Paul to when he gets up at dawn. We agreed not to have any of the women behind the bar and you won't want to, as your Mademoiselle Leroux arrives this afternoon."

That got Marcel's attention. "Claire? Why did you not remind me?"

"I'm reminding you now." Honestly. Marcel's attachment to this human was amusing. "She's here for just one night. So I presume you will want time to devote to her comfort."

Marcel's reply was closer to a lupine growl than human speech but Luc got his meaning. "Understand, now, why we need Jules' assistance? I can hardly ask one of the human staff to take on the job."

Marcel nodded. "Fair enough but I don't like the idea of vampires in the house. They belong out in the tower."

Luc agreed one hundred percent. "And that's where he'll return, but Maria promised this couple -- or rather the wife -- a romantic getaway in the south of France and they deserve their money's worth."

"Pity you couldn't have done the job last night."

Luc ignored that. It was none of his brother's business what he did last night. "At least it will keep Maria happy."

"Talking of Maria. Isn't it time she came home? Who knows what sort of werewolves she's associating with out there."

"You want to tell her that?"

"You should. You're the eldest."

Luc couldn't hold back the laugh. "But I was the one who suggested she leave."

"All the more reason you should tell her to come back."

Didn't sound logical to him, but damn he did miss her, and now that family of annoying loup garous had moved (damn French shifters thought they were the equal of the lupo mannaro) there was no danger of that trouble surfacing again. "Maybe I should. By the way, would you look over the dinner menus? Chef had some question about the sauce for the mullet." Or was it the haddock? Either way it got Marcel out of his hair.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Revisiting Leopard Tails: Alchemist

This series is tied to the Eyes of the Leopard series and I hope to pick it up again soon.

The two characters in this story are actually the same too from the Halloween short, Cat Out of Hell. I just had too much fun with those two characters to let them go so quickly. Anyway, hope you like Katrina and Joey's story...


Available from Changeling Press

Katrina Wilson is out of luck and out of hope. The werewolves who once held her captive are looking for her because she knows their deadly secrets. The police consider her a suspect in the murder of a nurse the werewolves killed trying to capture her. She’s out of money, she can’t go home, and she’s not holding out much hope for salvation.

Salvation, however, finds her. Joey’s been looking for her since the night he saved her from the werewolves. Katrina ran from him. She saw him take the form of a leopard on that fateful night and he can’t undo that. To her, he’s not much different than the creatures that hunt her.

Yet Joey is determined to make Katrina his. He can offer her protection among his kind in the new town they inhabit. He can take care of her, save her from a life on the street.

And he can seduce her, bringing her hours of pleasure unlike anything she’s ever known in the human world…

Remember Joey from Eyes of the Leopard 5: Captive and Cat Out of Hell? He's back along with the rest of your favorite demon leopards and their mates. Find out what happens and enjoy the new Leopard Tails.


"I really enjoyed this book for several different reasons. First, I enjoyed revisiting the previous heroes and heroines from this series and getting to know Joey. Also, Ms. Jordan has a way of writing that makes it very hard to put down the book. Don’t forget the ice water because her sex scenes are totally hot. I was entertained from the beginning and certainly am looking forward to reading more about these men and women." - 4 1/2 Hearts, Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio

"Whew, what a world Katrina has found herself in. Just when she thought that she had seen it all with the werewolves, the man they pimp her out to turns into a leopard. Joey knows he can keep Katrina safe and happy, if she would just trust him. They are very good together and the sex is unlike anything Katrina has had before, tender, hot, passionate and all for her. The story is well paced and keeps the reader interested in the little corner of the world that Joey and his friends have made for themselves. I am looking forward to reading about the other characters that were introduced in the story. This story stands alone very well, and still entices the reader to go back and read about the others, and look forward to those that are coming." - 4 stars, Brigit Aine, JERR

"The follow-up to the delicious Halloween treat, OUT OF HELL, ALCHEMIST is an erotic and suspense filled little nibble that just wets the appetite for more of these dangerous and seductive leopard shifters." - Isabelle Spencer, RRT Erotic

"Alchemist is the first in a new series that builds off characters in Ms. Jordan’s Eyes of the Leopard series. I enjoyed the world in which this story takes place, and I loved Joey, a hero with a tortured past who was gentle and very protective of Katrina. Alchemist is the start to what should be a fun series." - Amelia, Joyfully Reviewed

"Leopard Tails: Alchemist is an engaging story centered on a pack of shape-shifting leopards and the humans that share their small circle. This is the first story in a new series by Isabella Jordan. The interaction between Katrina and Joey is sizzling hot and tender at times, too. With a bit of suspense that will surprise readers, the plot is light-hearted and enjoyable. The secondary characters create a world that readers will be interesting in visiting again. This reader is looking forward to the next installment. Isabella Jordan has done a great job at creating memorable characters in Joey and Katrina. It had been months since this reader read the short story, Cat out of Hell by this same author, but I instantly remembered the story upon starting this one. Nice job." - 4 Angels, Shayley, Fallen Angels Reviews

"Leopard Tails: Alchemist is an intriguing story set in a world of shapeshifting black leopards, and the few humans with whom they have shared their secret. It’s also the first in Ms. Jordan’s new series that follows this interesting group. While on the surface, this novella might appear to be a little dark due to what happened to Katrina to make her run. If you’ll look deeper, it’s anything but. It’s a fast paced and light-hearted look into an unfamiliar world where the shapeshifters just want what everyone else has…love, happiness and family. The sex between Katrina and Joey is both tender and passionate as they struggle to find a place in each other hearts. There’s also just enough suspense to keep the story interesting and the surprise twist at the end on finding out who the culprit is will make you laugh. The secondary characters are a great addition to the plotline, enriching the overall story. I look forward to the next tale in this series with Leopard Tails: Submissive in the future." - Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs


"This is going to shock you," Joey warned her.

Katrina took a drink of the tea he'd made for her, enjoying its subtle mint flavor. She sat curled in one of the plush chairs in his living room. Joey's house was only a couple of blocks from Ilia and Molly's and just as nice as theirs. Katrina loved the wrap around porch and the tall windows. The interior could use a little more decoration she thought, but all in all it was a very nice place.

"Considering what I've been through the last few months, I don't think there is much you can tell me that would shock me, Joey."

Joey leaned forward on the couch to rest his elbows on his knees. His dark eyes were searched her face, his expression guarded.

"Up until last year, Katrina, I lived in a laboratory." His deep sigh filled the room. "It was the only place I'd ever known. I was created there."

Katrina's mind spun with questions at his admission, but she didn't want to push too much. She didn't have to know everything right at this moment. The look in his eyes let her know that he was watching her reaction closely, looking for acceptance or rejection. Her acceptance, she sensed, was important to him and she made the decision to try and listen with an open mind.

"You were created?" she asked, trying not to use a negative tone.

Joey nodded.

"Like a test tube baby?"

"Exactly. Only there was no mother who carried me inside her. I grew in incubators and machines until I was ready to enter the world as any other infant would."

"So you were a human as a baby, right?"

Joey smiled a little at that. "Right."

"Were there others like you?"

"Yes. One of them is here. Alex. You'll meet him. We escaped together. Rather, he was already planning to escape and he let me tag along with him."

Katrina set her glass aside, thinking through what he'd told her so far. He'd been created in a lab? If she hadn't seen the things she had already, she might not have believed him.

As it was, she had no reason not to believe him. And he was watching her with such hopeful eyes. That alone had her heart squeezing in her chest.

"Who created you, Joey?"

"We're not sure," he explained. "The only thing we do know for certain is that they will kill us if they find us. They've already tried a couple of times."

"Sure, you're proof of their misconduct." Katrina nodded. "I just can't help but wonder why they would create you that way, half man, half leopard. What did they hope to accomplish?"

"I don't think they originally created us, Katrina. I think they created a copy of something they found out in nature."

"So that's what you meant about some of you being born into the world?"

"Yes. Alex, Nicole, and I were all created in that lab in New York. Somehow they got DNA from another of our kind, someone who was naturally born this way."

"Who is Nicole?"

"She was in Alex's litter. She's married to Vitali, Ilia's brother."

Litter? Wow.

"Where are they from?" Katrina went on.

"The Kerensky's are from Serbia. They have a sister named Nadia who moved here. She's married to another Serbian, Mikhail. They have a son together and they have a nanny from their country, but I don't know for sure if she's one of us. I suspect she is."

Katrina was asking a lot of questions when she hadn't intended to but she just couldn't help herself. They were popping into her mind faster than she could think.

"So that son will be like you guys."


"The Kerensky's are naturally what the men at the lab made you to be," Katrina reasoned.

"That's right. They'd never had any dealings with the scientists though. They have this whole legend of how they came to be. Vitali even has some spooky painting in his home. He told Alex the whole thing one night and Alex told me. It's all about barbarians and dark magic. Creepy stuff."

It was fascinating to Katrina to learn that there were creatures like them existing in the world and the world was completely unaware of them. They knew the moment some politician made a joke that could be misinterpreted or got a blow job under his desk, but they didn't have a clue that these leopard people or werewolves existed. Incredible.

"So you can just change into leopard whenever you feel like it?"

"When we feel threatened, yes, we can change. Sometimes anger will bring it on. The biggest problem is sex."


"We can only mate with our own kind, Katrina. Mating with a human will bring on the change as well. You have to realize that there aren't very many of us. For some of us, having humans for lovers is our only option. Not that it's a sacrifice." Joey winked at her on that last bit.

"Wait." Now she was confused. "I'm human and you've made love to me."

"I know. I'm able to avoid changing when I make love to you with drugs. The scientists in the lab developed pills that prevented us from changing as an experiment. Somehow, Alex was able to smuggle a bunch of these out when we escaped but that supply won't last forever. We need to find some way to replicate the pills. If we can find a way to do that, we can live free of this half-life shit and just be like normal people."

What an awful situation for them to be in. It had to be a bleak existence.

"You were able to change to fight the werewolves."

"Well, we can fight through the pills' effect if we are endangered. We figured that out fast."

"And then you just change back?"

"Not just." His expression darkened on that note. "In order to return to our human form, we have to kill."

Kill? Shit.

"Kill what?"

Joey shrugged, appearing uneasy now. "Killing a human is guaranteed to work. According to Vitali and Ilia, killing a large animal works just as well. That would work in a pinch and there are a few farms up here. I can't imagine the farmers would be very happy."

Katrina now understood the seriousness of their plight. Unless they were lucky enough to find someone of their own kind to be with, they had to secure the drugs the scientists developed or be alone. Otherwise they'd be forced to kill and that would put them at risk. With today's forensics they could be discovered easily if they were suspected of killing livestock, wild animals, or worse, humans. If the world found out about them disaster was certain. She couldn't imagine what would happen to them.

"How many of you did they make?"

"There were three primary litters. Not many of us survived. Once we were old enough, they injected us with hormones, threw us into the breeding room, and let us have at it. Then they didn't have to create others. They just let us fuck each other silly and each year the females produced young. Every January it started to coincide with the mating cycle of leopards in the wild. Even now, without them shooting me full of that shit, it's a hard three months to get through. It's like being unbelievably horny and nothing you do brings you release or relief."

"What did they do with the babies?"

Joey's expression held a hint of sadness.

"I don't know. They kept the males separate from the females. I never saw them."

"You could have children that…"

Joey nodded slowly.

How scary. Was it the government doing that to them? Independent researchers playing God? Well, she was glad that Joey was out of there. They would be on the lookout from the men who'd made them just as she would be on the lookout for the wolves. In that, she completely sympathized.

"I wonder what they intended to do with you," Katrina said, thinking out loud.

"I think about that all the tine, Katrina. I don't know. I really don't know."

Okay, now they were getting really gloomy. Katrina had enough of gloom and desperation over the last few months to last a lifetime. She had a roof over her head, food to eat, and she was starting to feel safe.

"Well, you're all here and safe now. You're working together to have more of those drugs made. Do that and you guys can be like normal people, just like you said."

Relief slowly crept into his face as she spoke.

"We are all safe here now."

Joey rose from the couch and approached her. She wanted him to, so she stood and waited.

His mouth slanted down over hers, halting her words and claiming her with a kiss that wiped her mind clean of all else. It was different from the patient, nurturing kisses he'd treated her to before. This kiss was demanding, masterful. It revealed the darker, dangerous side of the man who was now her lover.

That kiss and the heat that had built in her body while they'd been talking, combined to send pulses of pure heat racing through her blood. With an urgency that surprised her, she wanted him. She needed him now.

Katrina began to kiss him back with a demand that equaled his and he crushed her to him. Joey went wild, primitive, tearing at her blouse and jeans. He growled low in his throat with the same desperation that she felt while he rapidly shed his own clothing.

Roughly Joey turned her away from him so that she was facing the filmy, white curtains covering a large picture window. She caught a glimpse of the fading sun while she stood there in the grip of the most powerful lust she'd ever experienced, aware that anyone walking along the street right now would get quite a show. Joey's rough hands pulled her back against him, the feel of his naked flesh pressed tightly to hers was a powerful sensation that made her pussy walls quiver.

Katrina's skin quickly heated and his own burned her back like flames. Joey bent her forward and thrust his cock fully into her until his balls slapped against her.

Oh, yes. He stretched her, filled her in a way that made her desperate for more. When he began to move within her, she gasped in pure pleasure. The angle at which his cock filled her pussy was amazing and devastating, hitting sensual triggers inside her that she never knew existed.

Thank you!


Isabella Jordan

Wet: Ocean Music by Amber Kallyn

Wet: Ocean Music

by Amber Kallyn
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-622-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters
Series: Wet
Length: Novella
Page Count: 63

Renowned African-American violinist Lilly is swept to sea during a freakish storm, only to be rescued by two playful seals. She wakes on an island with two handsome men she's drawn to in ways she's never felt before. Slowly, she comes to realize the island holds many secrets, including the fact her two lovers are, by night, creatures of the sea. And though the island seems a refuge, an old evil lurks in the shadows, waiting to snatch the trio's happiness away. Lilly, Chris and Brian must protect each other and overcome the evil not just to survive, but to claim the love they've found together.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Protect and Serve: House of Blues by Shelby Morgen


Protect and Serve: House of Blues

by Shelby Morgen
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-634-8
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Protect and Serve


Maggie. Drop dead gorgeous brunette. Retro-blues singer, Maggie is, and a damn fine one, at that. Maggie's all class. Too classy for Nashville. Far too classy for the likes of me.

Me, I'm a cop with a real nose for crime -- I'm also a werewolf. Now I'm undercover, chasing a serial killer, a bloodsucking bastard of a rogue vampire. And he's close. So close I can almost smell him. I have to be here, have to stop him before he kills again.
Before he takes the bait. Before he kills Maggie...

Protect and Serve: House of Blues
Shelby Morgen
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Shelby Morgen

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Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel...

"Hey, Springsteen, this is my corner. Go find your own real estate."
There was no one else around, so I stopped singing long enough to give the prosti my best who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you-are once over. "Cohn."
"Cohn. Marc Cohn. Springsteen's version's a lot more bluesy." She should have recognized the difference, if she'd known shit about music. "Looks like your ride's here."
A shiny stretch pickup, circa half a century or so ago, rumbled to a halt at the curb, obscuring my view of the rest of the street, but effectively ending the tug-of-war over territory.
The prosti pulled on her working face and leaned into the cowboy limo. "Hey, there, big boy. What's a hunk like you doing out here all alone on a nasty night like this?" He said something and she laughed. "Let's go back to your place. I can think of ways to warm us both up."
She looked forty, despite her enhancements. My guess? Closer to sixty. If I'd been in uniform I'd have checked her license and found some reason to run her in. As it was, I dropped her off my radar, mentally. Not young enough. Not pretty enough.
I went back to Walking in Memphis, picking up where I'd left off. I'll admit, I'm not going to be the next great retro singer to go viral on the net, but I can croon a tune well enough to pass for a Nashville wannabe without getting made.
Yeah. I'm a cop. Protect and Serve, and all. So why am I standing on the corner of Commerce and Second, across the street from B.B. King's Blues Club and just down from the Wildhorse Saloon in downtown Nashville, Tennessee?
A woman, naturally. And not just any woman. This one's screwed with my senses from the moment I first laid eyes on her. This case is going nowhere fast, and the captain'd love to pull me off this detail, but now she's under my skin and I've convinced the brass to let me stay.
In lust or not, I'm a cop, damn it, and even if she never really notices me, the last thing I want to do is take my next look at her in the city morgue.
Because I know this bastard by now. And he will strike again.
I guess I better back up a little.
The District, as they call this part of Nashville, is not only some of the most expensive real estate in the area, it's also just one block west of the river -- the Cumberland River. The river where, over the last three months, a dozen ambitious young singers, songwriters, waitresses, and prostitutes have been found floating facedown, their delicate necks crushed by a monster who squeezed them so tight they didn't just suffocate, they died with their larynxes crushed.
Takes a hell of a grip to do that.
Takes more than just a good grip to get a dozen women far enough away from the busy street where they work so's not to be heard when they scream. And from the things this monster'd done to them before they died, I knew they'd screamed.
So the prosti got in the truck, and she and her John drove off, and I didn't really give a damn. This bastard likes 'em young. And pretty. And dark. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Deep, sultry voice. Sugar and spice and everything that sets my night on fire...
Oh, Lord. Keep it together, man. Every bit of common sense and professional training I had seemed to go out the window as soon as I caught scent of her.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Dragonfire1: Captured by BJ McCall

Dragonfire 1: Captured

by B.J. McCall
Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-678-2
Genre(s): Action Adventure/ Suspense, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragonfire
Length: Novella
Page Count: 68

The tyrant Targus has a new pet dragon.
Captured and tossed in an aviary, Zira discovers she is Targus’s new pet. The key to her escape lies with her keeper, a hunky human with a gentle touch who has no idea she can shift.
To please his master, Dragon Keeper Laros must make the new dragon fly. Zira shifts to her human form to seduce her keeper, convincing Laros his midnight visitor is his reward.
When the nights are Dragonfire hot, keeper and dragon may bond in a way neither of them expects.
Dragonfire 1: Captured
B.J. McCall
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall

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Zira whipped her tail, banking to the right. Chasing the distinctive chime of golden bells, she flapped her wings and circled above the tall trees. A member of the dragon clan of Aurumon, Zira had inherited the ability to sense gold. Whenever she was within a hundred feet of gold, a tingle ran the length of her spiked spine and her scales glowed.
Again, she heard the alluring tinkle. Zira snapped her head around and spotted the shining gold bells hanging from the limb of a large oak. For centuries, trekking monks hung the bells as tribute to the dragons of the Fire Mountains in exchange for safe passage through the ancient mountain passes. Now hikers and climbers from all points of the globe continued the tradition, but the bells were rarely made of gold. Collecting real gold bells was a game between Zira and her friends, and the competition was stiff. The game began with a challenge, and everyone in her group of friends had already collected bells. Zira was determined not to come up short.
She circled above the great oak, surveying the area for signs of Brixan guards.
This deep in the forest between the Fire Mountains and the city state of Brixa, Zira had to be cautious. Targus, the tyrant ruling Brixa, had turned the once friendly humans of the small country against the dragon clans inhabiting the mountains.
Scales glowing as bright as the morning sun, Zira flew around the oak tree. She swooped low to snatch a coveted bell with the talons of her right foot. Something wrapped around her leg. Caught by an unseen snare, Zira flapped her wings and kicked her foot, but thin lines tightened around her talons. She whipped her tail, thrashing to break free.
A voice rang out. "Shoot it!"
Taking a breath, she turned, aimed, and shot fire at the man holding a rifle. He screamed and dropped the weapon as his clothes caught fire. A sharp pain pierced the scales of her neck. She swung around and spewed flames, taking out another aggressor.
She flapped her wings. Fly! Fly!
Over the grunts and the swearing, Zira heard a harsh male voice. "Shoot it! Shoot it!"
Stabbing pain pierced her neck and chest. Needle sharp metal penetrated her right shoulder.
Fly! Fly! Her vision blurring, Zira fought to fly, willing her wings to flap. Barely able to raise her right wing, she thrashed, using her fire and her tail as weapons. As she lost wing power, fear laced Zira's heart and raced down her spine.
"Hold it! Don't let it get away!"
Zira kicked, but the snare held, then her left wing went numb and folded. She fell to the ground, hitting hard on her chest and belly.
"It's down. Throw the net!"
Zira's eyes fluttered, then darkness and silence overtook her.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Howling for Kitty by S. Michael

Howling for Kitty

by S. Michael
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-671-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26
Mac and Griff, mated werewolves, have been sniffing around sexy pole dancer Miss Kitty for days. They finally make their move, inviting her to join them for a coffee after her last shift one Saturday night.
Kari's been hurt by shifters before, badly, and she carries the scars to prove it. She can't deny that Mac and Griff are a sexy pair of pups, though, and she's drawn to them despite herself.
Can the boys convince Kari that they're not going to hurt her, and in fact are everything she's been dreaming about -- and more?
Howling for Kitty
S. Michael
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 S. Michael

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Griff watched as the pretty blonde, Miss Kitty, swung around upside down on the pole, her ample breasts almost making him forget he was here with Mac.
It was Mac's fault anyway. Griff's lover had dragged him here every night for the last week to watch the sexy little pole dancer do her thing. He'd started bringing bills after the second night, but Mac wouldn't let him touch her. Together and not in a crowd. Mac had been quite firm on that. Spoilsport.
Tonight was the night, though, because it was Saturday, and Miss Kitty didn't work Sundays or Mondays, so they'd have more time. If she was willing. Mac said she would be. Griff was inclined to believe him. Mostly because he wanted Mac to be right, but also because he could smell it, too, could smell what had brought Mac here in the first place, what had made Mac drag him here.
It was why they kept coming back.
She was like them.
Different, she was not entirely, or rather not completely human. There was a hint of wildness in the air around Miss Kitty. It made Griff's cock stand at attention and his heart beat faster. Mac's too.
"So what do we do now?" he asked Mac after Miss Kitty walked off the stage and disappeared behind a curtain. That had been her last performance of the night.
"We have a lap dance, baby boy. Then we ask her to play."
"Lap dance?" Griff bounced. Finally, they were going to get to touch. "You think she will?"
Mac's eyes flashed. "She will."
Miss Kitty came out a few minutes later, going from table to table, before Mac caught her eyes. Griff moaned at the heat that suddenly sparked between them, even across the room. They needed somewhere private. Now. Or this was going to get very public. Her eyes went gold, for half a second, then she stepped back, face shocked.
Griff whined. "Mac?"
"There's private rooms in the back for the lap dances. Come on."
They stood and moved in her direction, herding her toward the back without threatening her.
She was one of them. Griff could hardly believe it, could hardly contain himself. He didn't know how Mac could be so calm. It helped him keep his cool, too, though, and he didn't pounce her the minute they got into the little curtained room.
"What do you want?" Her voice was a low, rumbling purr.
Mac growled out an answer. "We paid for a lap dance when we came in." He held up the ticket the bartender had given them, handed it over.
Griff nodded, his nose going up into the air. She smelled even better up close, but there was something else, something edgy about her.
"Sit." She shrugged her robe off, the sparkly bra and G-string fascinating, catching his eyes.
He sat down quickly and breathed in deeply, moaning at the scent of her.
Mac moved more slowly, sitting next to him -- sitting nearly on top of him. "You can do us both."
"It'll cost you double." She slinked over to him, sizing him up. "You're in a lot."
Griff nodded. "We came every day this week."
Mac elbowed him and he glared.
"I know." She straddled Griff's thighs, hands pushing through her hair as she slowly undulated.
Mac grabbed her leg, pulling it over his thighs as well, his other hand on her waist. "I said both of us."
"No touching!" Her growl was enough to make him howl. "I was getting to you."
Mac puffed up, going all Alpha. God, Griff loved that. He was already hard, but that made him even harder.
"Both at once," Mac insisted, though his hands dropped away. He was staring at her, though, and Griff knew how much like a touch that was.
Her belly rippled as she danced, her hands sliding over her body, teasing them.
Griff whimpered and licked his lips. "Beautiful." She was. She was stunning.
Mac growled his agreement, and Griff could see how much effort it took to keep from touching her. He reached out and grabbed Mac's hand.
She cupped her breasts, made as if to offer them, then leaned back. Griff drooled. She was so sexy, made him stupid with wanting her. She bumped her hips, rolling in time to the music. Mac's mouth landed on his neck, his mate sucking up a mark, showing her who he belonged to. It had him bucking, his free hand reaching for her.
"No touching." She slipped back a step, out of reach.
"Sorry. You're just so beautiful." So sexy. He wanted her. He wanted them all to shift, and he wanted to chase her.
"Thanks." The word was a low purr. "Hope you enjoyed your dance. I'm off the clock."
"Hey, now," Mac was growling again. "That was Griff. Now me -- we paid for both, and you've been in here with us for all of a minute."
She rumbled softly, bared her teeth. "Don't growl at me, Pup."
That made Mac snarl, but Griff's eyes went wide -- how had she known? Well, just like he and Mac knew her for one of them, right?
He reached out and touched Mac. They were going to play...

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Inked 4: Climax by Kate Hill

Inked 4: Climax

by Kate Hill Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-486-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial
Series: Inked
Length: Novella
Page Count: 50

Brought together by a mate marks ritual, two destined mates surrender to irresistible passion and fall desperately in love.
Midlord Damon Tinta asked to leave the Order of the Mates Souls to be with Angela, but his brotherhood demanded an exit ritual that has taken him two years to complete. Finally free to pursue his lover, Damon must find a way to lift the curse that threatens to destroy her.
Heartbroken and bitter over the loss of her soulmate, Angela turned to a warlock to ease her pain. His evil spell sent her down a path of destruction and the only man who can save her is the one she considers her worst enemy -- Damon Tinta.
Inked 4: Climax
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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Damon Tinta's gaze drifted over the many sights that greeted him at the body art festival. Men and women showed off their tattoos and piercings while others sat in chairs while artists worked on them. Some looked through various wares, such as T-shirts and jewelry, sold by vendors.
Glad to have been allowed time off for this venture, Damon intended to fully enjoy the day. After the festival, he'd go out for dinner, maybe visit a museum then return to the manor in time for evening meditation before going to sleep. It seemed like ages since he'd had time to do something for himself. Over the past month, most of the training of the newest members of the Order of the Mated Souls had fallen to him. He enjoyed passing on his knowledge to other Midlords, but everyone needed a break sometimes.
When he stopped to watch a man showing off an intricate fantasy-style tattoo on his chest, someone bumped into him.
"Excuse me," said a tall, lean black woman. Her large, dark gaze met his and Damon's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable sensation broke over him and he almost forgot to breathe.
For several seconds they stared at each other before he said, "It's all right. I was in the way."
A charming smile tugged at her full, glossy lips and she nodded toward the winged man tattooed on his shoulder. "That angel tat is beautiful."
"It's not an angel. He's Cupid."
"Ah. You're a romantic."
"Sort of." He shrugged.
He'd dedicated his life to romance. Other people's romance. True love wasn't in the cards for him. He'd given up the chance for it when he joined the Order of the Mated Souls.
For the first time in his life, he regretted that choice. This woman did something to him...
"You're American," he said.
"Yeah. I came here for the festival. It was weird, but I just had to come."
Come. Why did she have to use that word? Just looking at her made him hard as a rock. He could probably come on her command.
"Are you here with someone?" he asked.
"No. You?"
He shook his head.
Damon's gaze drifted over her face to the top of her smooth breasts visible in the sundress she wore. The woman oozed sex appeal without being blatant. The gentle look in her eyes and the graceful way she moved set her apart from the other women here. She had earthiness, class and style.
She was a lady and Damon had never been so attracted to anyone in his life.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Damon. Would you like to walk with me, Angela?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "I'd like that a lot."
He offered her his hand and when she slipped hers into it, another jolt struck him.
This time he knew she felt it too. Her eyes widened and the tip of her sexy pink tongue moistened her lips. It took all Damon's self-control not to kiss her.
They spent the next couple of hours at the festival, then he took her to a nearby restaurant where they sat at an intimate table for two.
When he escorted her to her hotel, their goodbye kiss began in the lobby and ended in her room.
He unzipped her dress and slid his hands over her smooth back down to her firm buttocks. The silky panties felt great, but he needed to feel her skin. Angela took his lower lip between her teeth, nibbled it then sucked on it while he pushed down her sundress.
Damon tore his mouth from hers only to kneel in front of her. He pushed the dress past her hips and she kicked it out of the way. Hooking his thumbs in the sides of her panties, he leaned closer and dipped his tongue into her navel.
She tasted so good and he loved the fresh scent of her skin mingling with the faint aroma of floral perfume. Enraptured by her, Damon closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to her stomach. He slid her panties down and she stepped out of them and spread her legs a bit wider.
His heartbeat quickened as he dipped his head toward her soft mound and rubbed his cheek against her pubic hair before rolling his tongue over her clit.
"Oh, Damon!" she gasped, her buttocks tightening in his hands.
He groaned and continued devouring her. This woman aroused him so much. At this moment he didn't care about anyone or anything except her. The pull between them had to be magical. He sensed it, but he was powerless against the spell that drew him to her.
He needed to keep touching and tasting her. He doubted he could survive the night without making love to her...

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Cirque Caprice: Flying by Julia Talbot

Cirque Caprice: Flying

by Julia Talbot
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-661-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Cirque Caprice
Length: Novella
Page Count: 41

Vance might be the owner of a circus, but he doesn't get out much. When his brother calls him to a show in Miami to preview a new act, Vance is more annoyed than impressed. Mari and her partner Sasha are more than just trapeze artists, though, and Vance is soon smitten with both of them. Can Vance keep Sasha and his beautiful partner safe long enough to let them teach him how to fly once more?

Cirque Caprice: Flying
Julia Talbot
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Copyright ©2011 Julia Talbot

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"Here we go."
Bobbie Ann pulled out a set of keys and led him to a service entrance for the arena. They wended their way through tunnels and under pieces of stage until they popped out at the north ring, where most of the prop-driven shows took place, like the tarot and the crystal lady. From there he had a clear view of the new and amazing set-up in the center ring, which had multiple levels of trapeze rigging and lots of shiny chrome. "Hell of a lot different than when I was still in the show."
Bobbie Ann snorted. "You're old. They're on in three or so. Can you handle the evaluation? I have a meeting with the costume manager." She shot her French cuff back to look at her watch.
"Sure. Nice to see you too."
"You have dinner at eight with Victor. Casual. That seafood place."
"I'll meet him at his bus."
"Excellent." She patted his hand before she let go. Then she disappeared, her heels making a lot less sound on the pads that were laid down on the wood floors. Sports arenas. Always protecting their precious playing surface.
He waited, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. Seconds after he started forward to get a better view at the rig, though, the technicians arrived, one of them a familiar face. David Rass, a senior stage tech, smiled at him, nodding. "Vance. You like the set-up?"
"I do. When do they start rehearsal?"
"Three minutes. You want a chair?"
"Please." He would settle in, be unobtrusive and observe the show. Then he'd go tell Victor what he thought and maybe troll the beach that evening before he turned around and went back home.
"You got it." David got him a chair before directing the stagehands on setting up the rig. Vance noticed that they also set up a net.
"They use this during the show, too?"
"All but for the last trick, yeah. Boss says it's a legal thing these days."
"Yeah." There were a whole lot more rules and regulations than there used to be regarding circus safety these days. "Do they actually need it?"
David gave him a long look. "Never seen anyone who needed it less than you until now."
"Even I fell." He hated to be reminded of that, but it was true. "That fall of yours would have killed anyone else. You were the best I've ever seen." David grinned a little. "These two don't have your style, but they make up for it in raw power. They're sexy, too."
"They're not siblings?" That wasn't unheard of, but often teams of two were related.
"Nope. Not even married. Hot as hell, though."
Hmm. Victor had said he was trying to spice things up a bit, to compete with the big shows in Vegas. Nothing too adult, but something with some heat behind it. Interesting. "Thanks." He settled in to watch, trying to be inconspicuous. It wasn't easy; he and Victor tended to stand out with their black hair and pale skin. Vance knew his bright gray eyes tended to make people nervous. One ex-lover had called them icy. Vance tended to think of them as clear and direct.
Music started up, and while there was no lighting check or live orchestra like there was at a real performance, the atmosphere would work for a basic rehearsal. A single, static trapeze was lowered from the rigging at the center of the ring. Vance squinted at the spotlighted area, waiting.
He saw her first. The female half of the act was small, maybe five feet tall, but she had the kind of body only professional athletes and performers could maintain. Small breasts and strong abs gave way to slim hips and strong legs. She had the legs of a gymnast. She wore a practice leotard and a pair of hand wraps, but her only other adornment was resin on her hands and feet. Her hair was pulled back in a simple bun, tight enough to keep it out of the way, but that didn't hide the fact that it was nearly white-blonde with pink streaks. Her face surprised him with its sensual arrangement. She had slightly slanted eyes, an upturned nose, and lush, full lips. Beautiful.
The music swelled, and she stepped up to the bar, grasping it with her left hand. Her muscles bunched and she lifted off, the bar rising back up into the air, leaving her dangling. Her first few moves were graceful, strong, and lovely, but nothing special. She had all the hallmarks of a great flier trained in Eastern Europe; she was seamless and musical, but it just didn't seem special enough for the Cirque Caprice.
Until she let go. She just let go of the trapeze and the bar rose out of sight before gravity even latched on to her. Just as she began what would be a nasty fall even with the net below, though, another flier swept through the air on a dance trapeze, the kind with a swivel instead of a traditional bar.
That would be the woman's partner. The man was just as stunning as his female partner, longer, a little leaner. He had the chest and shoulders of someone built as a catcher, which made him wonder what troupe they were from originally. He wasn't husky like an anchor, but he was long enough to be a primary catch artist.
Their twisting and turning on the long swivel line reminded Vance of birds of prey fighting. Swooping, diving, swinging, they maneuvered the female into split and catch ankle poses, backbends and single-handed shows of strength.
The poses were far from erotic or obviously sexual, but there was an energy to the performance that made Vance's hair prickle on his scalp, made him breathe harder. There was also something there, so subtle that someone without the same talent might have missed it. Vance didn't miss it at all. One or both of them had a very fine-tuned kinetic talent. Some of their catches would have just missed if they were average fliers; some of the hand-clasps were too loose to hold unless they had some help.
That was the thing that tipped the performance over the edge for Vance. He sprang a hard-on like he hadn't had in ages. It pulled up so fast that his lower belly ached a little. God, that felt good.
The music swelled to a crescendo, and the swinging, twisting act ramped up to a finale. The endgame was a full-release move with a double twisting flip that plunged the female into what looked to be certain death.
The dance line lowered with shocking speed, the male performer catching the girl maybe two feet from the ground. The two ended in a beautiful embrace on the floor of the center ring, touching down light as feathers. Goddamn. That was, indeed, hot.
He did the only thing a man could do when faced with a show like that. He stood up and clapped, letting them hear his appreciation.