New Reviews for Changeling Press 9/26/2011
Congratulations to Silvia Violet, Brannan Black, Stephanie Burke, S. Michael and Delilah Hunt!
WET: REEF'S GUARDIAN by Silvia Violet
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio
I was totally engaged in this delightful read from start to finish. An erotic underworld adventure to tease the senses. There's humor, drama and hot titillating sex scenes.
http://www.theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/reefsguardianviolet.htm
WOLFMAN: SALVATION by Brannan Black
Five Hearts from The Romance Studio
Daniel and Mace are still scorching hot but there is a thread of desperation as well as a much stronger emotional connection. You'll laugh and cry with this one and still be wanting more.
http://www.theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/salvationblack.htm
HOW NOT TO DATE A SKUNK by Stephanie Burke
Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews
I had a riot of a good time reading this very unique and intriguing tale. funny, adorable, completely entertaining and a fast read.
http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-not-to-date-skunk-by-stephanie.html
HOWLING FOR KITTY by S. Michael
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio
The characters in this book really made it a fun read. that also happens to be a really spicy story. Those three truly should have burned up the sheets, the love scenes were so hot.
http://www.theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/howlingkittymichael.htm
THE VAMPIRE'S PET by Delilah Hunt
Rated "Top Pick" by The Romance Reviews
I loved the mix of werewolves and vampires in this rich tale of loyalty, lust and love. Such a well thought out plot, with well-rounded and sexy characters, it left me wanting more.
http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=2874
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Friday, September 30, 2011
New Reviews for Changeling Press 9/26/11
Bound and Determined by Belladonna Bordeaux
Bound and Determined |
| by Belladonna Bordeaux Cover art: Karen Fox |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-695-9 |
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| Genre(s): Sci-Fi, BDSM |
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| Theme(s): Ménage, Men and Women in Uniform |
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| Length: Novella |
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1694
Blurb:
It's bad enough that Va'Resh Candori is stuck working for the League of Sentient Beings. It's even worse when she is partnered with Logan McNair. Insubordinate and often defiant, he's exactly what she wants, but can't have according to Correllian law. Until her mating cycle takes control of her discipline and he throws a curve ball at her.
Logan McNair was born half Earthling and half Correllian. He's seen the worst of his mother's home planet and experienced firsthand what Correllia has been doing to the few men born of their species. He's got to get over his justifiable rage to fulfill a destiny no longer believed to be true on Correllia. He has to take his life mate to bed during her mating cycle and mark her as his own.
With the help of two friends, he'll rock her world and hopefully forge a new future for them and their species.
Excerpt:
Bound and Determined
Belladonna Bordeaux
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Belladonna Bordeaux
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"Can you see where he went?" InterGal Special Ops Officer Va'Resh Candori followed the path her mark had taken less than sixty ticks ago. Weaving in and out of the couples dancing, she kept moving toward the exit and her partner, Logan McNair. Her gaze slashed left, then right. She got an eyeful of half-naked aliens rocking it out to the intoxicating music streaming from the band. Immune to the powerful aphrodisiac created by the Dariean flute, she sidled past the raised platform upon which the band played. The Vorian she'd been sent to tag continued to elude her.
Damn, I hate chasing shape-shifting nimrods who decide they can get away with scamming the League of Sentient Beings.
She skirted a pair of Tallusians about to get down and dirty on the synthe-chol sticky floor when she caught a glimpse of the empty exit. "Logan, any sign of him?"
Static answered her.
Her gaze flew to the only exit out of the bar. Empty. "Logan, come in."
Knowing the earthling the way she did, she didn't doubt he was off with some alien getting his rocks off and his groove on. A sigh slid from her lips. A pang of emotion hit her hard in the chest. Anger rose inside her. The unwarranted jealousy she'd suffered from since seeing her partner in action three months ago was getting the better of her. "Logan, answer me."
She had half a mind to send him back to League Headquarters for his continued insubordination and flagrant disregard of direct orders. Directives that came straight from her boss and she delivered in no-nonsense, do-as-I-say terms. Unfortunately, there was a bit of her that still wanted to see if the human could come up to the bar set for him. She didn't think he could, but she almost appreciated his go-getter attitude, which went against everything her own culture believed possible in the male gender.
She was a Correllian. Strategic. Purposeful. Lethal.
Another problem had reared its ugly head during their last mission. She was so flipping attracted to Logan she'd nearly gotten them blasted to the Mountains of Ornac.
Why me? How many times had she asked herself that question since the altercation with the space pirates? Too many to count. Why does he make me so aroused I can scarcely think straight?
Truthfully, she should have anticipated the space pirates' sister ship hiding behind an asteroid. Another sigh slid from her lips. A tingle of wanton lust tripped up her thighs. She knew why she'd nearly cost them their lives. She'd been too busy watching Logan's hands move across the control panel, wondering what they'd feel like on her skin...
She should have expected the sister ship to be willing to throw everything at her vessel to avoid capture. No. She'd been too busy squirming in her seat with unrequited lust.
If it hadn't been for Logan taking control of the situation, they'd have found themselves captives to be ransomed, sold to a slaver or, most likely, shot out of space.
Mentally picturing the League of Sentient Beings collectively rubbing their hands together in glee if they found out about her affinity for him, she stopped her forward progression to scan the bar again for her target and her partner.
Come on. Where are you?
Her gaze slid over at least a half dozen races but no Vorian and no Logan. Farden frig.
The bar-goers represented a fraction of the races dotted across the universe. In a sick and sad way, they represented the League's current motto: the more intergalactic colonies, the better. The mind-set had begun a massive vidi-screen campaign regarding multi-species partnerships. The intermingling of species was a high priority for the League.
Get your mind back in the game, she mused, using an old Earth phrase she'd heard Logan whisper every once in a while.
She was trying to do exactly that, but it wasn't easy. An image of Logan smiling down at her popped into her head, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread creeping up her spine. She was on, as he would say, shaky ground. It was a dangerous combination of meeting a man who literally said farden frig to all the rules drilled into her head and wanting someone who epitomized everything the Correllian men would never be -- virile.
At least she supposed that was true. Then again, considering she'd never met a Correllian man, she might be extrapolating to a great degree.
There was one fact that couldn't be ignored. All male offspring on her planet were confined due to an infection that "supposedly" made them insane. Many of the lower castes didn't believe the government's rhetoric. The common belief was the eugenics project begun nearly a hundred stellar years ago had gone awry and now only those females deemed worthy could offer an egg to be matched with complimentary sperm. And that was only after paying huge sums of space credits for the preliminary testing.
Then there were the rumors that the reproduction lab was low on viable sperm. The rebel news sources had reported that the men were worn out from years of squirting the next generation into the breed-chambers. If that was the truth, she couldn't imagine what their lives were like.
Truthfully, she prayed she never had to really understand what it was like to be that alone and without a firm purpose.
"Oomph," she gasped when a club-goer bumped into her. Snapped out of her morbid thoughts, she blew out a breath.
"Fuck." For a moment she wondered exactly how much influence Logan had over her, since she was now using earthling swear words. She negotiated her way toward the exit.
Logan McNair. Bane of my existence.
Her heart beat hard in her chest...
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1694
Monday, September 26, 2011
Fire Woman by Megan Slayer
Fire Woman |
| by Megan Slayer Cover art: Reneé George |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-693-5 |
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| Genre(s): Paranormal |
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| Theme(s): Magic |
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| Length: Novella |
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| Page Count: 56 |
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1683
Blurb:
Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn't immolate him first.
Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He's got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.
Excerpt:
Fire Woman
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer
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A thousand bodies swaying to the hypnotic rhythm, but not a one for me.
Atria pushed through the throng of people. Smoke and sweat clung in the air. She crinkled her nose. Too many writhing limbs and not enough air to breathe. One of the concertgoers, a punk kid with a piercing glittering in his nose, tossed her a sneer. The four-inch spikes of ebony hair on his head reminded her of lethal weapons. "Wannabe," the teen snapped.
Snorting, she pushed past him. "Bathe." He might be dangerous in a rebellious teenager sort of way, but he had nothing on her.
"Go home," he growled and put his palm up. "This line is for passes and hardcore Glow fans."
Atria flicked her fingers, sending an arc of flame to his hand. His eyes widened, and his skin paled beyond the white makeup. The facade of bad boy melted into scared child as he backed away from her.
"What the hell?" His voice shook. "I didn't mean for you to kill me."
She leaned in close enough for him to hear her over the roar of the music. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be toast by now."
The punk shook his head and backed away. His body trembled. "You're a freak -- a scary freak. What the fuck?"
Good, she thought and continued to the door. Always nice to be recognized as different. Along the way, two more rowdy kids shoved at her. Both found out the hard way -- through a minor hair fire and scorched eyebrows -- Atria Moline didn't play games.
"She burnt me!" The kid with blue streaked hair stormed the guard. "That bitch burned me. I'll have to shave my damned head."
"Consider it an improvement," the bouncer snapped. "Go." One brow rose as he considered Atria. "How many?"
She sighed. "I only scorched three, Hiram." Trust her big brother to call her on the carpet. "They didn't burn. Just a little sizzle and everything will grow back. Maybe."
"Your sizzle will get your ass arrested." Hiram sniffed the air and blew out a long breath."You burned hair and it smells like ass. Don't do that again. Sister or not, I will hurt you."
"No you won't. You love me and you'll protect me because I'm your sister." She braced her hands on her hips. "Ha."
"Whatever, brat. Are you here to see Lucien?" His smile widened. "Or have you finally found the nerve to talk to Zac?"
"Shut up." The response sounded one hell of a lot better than, I want to jump his bones and ride to Arizona. Damn it. Luc wanted pictures taken after the gig. "I'm here to photograph, not hurl myself at anyone." Shit. That sounded goofy, especially since she didn't have her camera in plain sight. The thought crossed her mind -- had she remembered it at all?
"Uh-huh." He twisted the knob and allowed her into the inner sanctum -- the backstage area. "Next time, keep the camera around your neck for credibility."
Although Atria considered giving her brother the middle finger, she refrained and shivered. She'd been backstage at the Steelyards plenty of times. Luc and his band, Glow, played lots of places, plenty of them creepier than the former factory warehouse. Why the hell did the massive room scare her? One name came to mind. Zac.
Damn.
She plopped down onto a nearby folding chair and closed her eyes. Zacchaeus "Iceman" Frost. Goofy name for a hot man. Hot? Okay, so the guy was handsome in a brooding, six-foot-five manner. She licked her lips as a clear image of Zac came together in her mind.
Muscles just where a woman wanted to lick. Hardly a stitch of hair on him and a just one tattoo on his back -- a spider web or medieval design -- she wasn't sure and didn't care. And those eyes, the pristine blue of the North Atlantic. Heat zipped through her veins.
Was he packing? The bulge in the front of his leathers hinted at more than enough to please. Need tingled in her pussy, and Atria crossed her legs to stave off the sensations.
"I want you, Attie." His sensual lips curled into a smile. "Now."
Her breath came in labored puffs as she opened to him. Just to feel his callused hands on her body, tweaking her nipples, drawing out her fire and scorching them through and through.
"What are you doing?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zac's voice, and not from her fantasy, came through loud and clear. The music stopped, leaving her in the thick throb of the crowd noise just on the other side of the wall...
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1683
Sunday, September 25, 2011
COMING SOON! from S&M
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Badland Warriors: ComancheComing Soon! Aylen has devoted her life to educate children. While she spends her days teaching the children of the WCGA elite, at night she sneaks down to the ruins where the less fortunate live and teach the childern to read and write, and to fight for a better future. Dedicated to her cause, she prides herself on teaching children the truth about the government and the history of humanity. She is determined not to recycle the myths the government force fed the populace. But then a myth shows up at her door. Trapped in a horrible earthquake the last people Aylen ever expected to come to her rescue were First Generation Warriors . They shouldn't exist! And they certainly shouldn't make her blood boil and her heart melt. One touch and Aylen’s life will never be the same. But how would they make it out of the government run city back to the Badlands were her Warriors live? And how will she survive in a land full of monsters and mutants? It is a nightmare, but in nightmare you can scream and wake up. In the Badlands you can scream all you want, no body will care. SIDE NOTE... IMPORTANT! The Despot, Shara Azod, has formally DIBBSED the guy in the middle. That is all. |
Final Cut, Miami-- Come, Go With Me by Belinda McBride
Final Cut Miami: Come, Go with Me |
| by Belinda McBride Cover art: Bryan Keller |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-696-6 |
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| Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy |
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| Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic, Gay and Lesbian |
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| Series: Final Cut Miami |
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| Length: Novella |
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| Page Count: 64 |
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1687
Blurb:
One impossible night, two young men made love in a magical Caribbean bay, only to be separated by a violent storm. Decades later Dave Riley still remembers and grieves for a love long lost. Forever drawn to the ocean, he never stops looking for the boy named Kai.
Kai is the descendant of a powerful Polynesian deity. His nomadic life was disrupted when he became infatuated by a young human... one who slipped through his fingers and into the darkness of a tropical storm. He should have been able to move on, but Kai's heart is no longer free.
A good deed and some well-intentioned magic reunite the couple. After so many years apart, can an aging surfer and an immortal demi-god find anything other than heartbreak?
Excerpt:
Final Cut Miami: Come, Go with Me
Belinda McBride
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Belinda McBride
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Riley lay on the mesh sundeck that stretched between the pontoons, staring down into the water of Stardust Bay. His father had already retired for the night, heading off to bed with a can of beer and Hemingway in hand. It was off-season, summer, and the end of Riley's year of freedom before college. He'd spent a lifetime on the water with his dad, and true to form, the old man had saved this amazing trip for last.
The bay had been beautiful in the daylight, but as it grew dark, the water became alive around them. Billions of tiny, photoluminescent plankton lit the water with the slightest touch. Fish glided along in eerie schools and the edges of the Melody's pontoons glowed. Riley slipped his hand down into the gap between the deck and pontoon, grinning as his fingers made a bluish-green trail in the water.
Deep down, a shape began to form. It glowed, leaving a line that lit briefly, and then went dark. He swallowed. It had to be something big, a dolphin or a large fish of some sort. As the light approached, it went deep, vanishing under the boat. Riley scrambled to his feet, crossing to port, but the light didn't emerge from that side. He heard water slapping against the pontoons and slowly, reluctantly, turned back to the sundeck. Nothing was there, but still, his heart didn't slow. He stepped from the slick deck of the boat to the nylon netting and knelt, peering over the edge. At first, there was nothing. He pillowed his head on his arms and slowly relaxed. It had simply been a fish.
The lapping of the water against the pontoons began to carry him off, and deliberately, Riley thought of Sasha, the pretty blonde girl he'd met back on St. Thomas. She'd been on vacation with her family, and before they'd set off for Miami, he and the girl had snuck off to a sheltered beach, having sex under the full moon.
His cock grew hard with the memory, and Riley ground his hips into the flexible netting, enjoying the memory of that night. With his eyes closed, he replayed the evening: the taste of beer on her breath, the taste of her pussy against his mouth. They'd spent hours doing everything in their limited repertoire, and had ended up sweaty and sticky, swimming away the sand in the warm, gentle water.
He rolled onto his back and opened his board shorts, clasping himself, lazily stroking, fueling his arousal. There'd be girls like her in college, girls who were willing and as curious as he. He stared up at the stars in the sky and imagined her face, but he couldn't remember it that well. Instead, he saw sea green eyes and tumbling dark hair.
It was Kai, the young man he'd run into dozens of times over the past year. He was a bit older than Riley, handsome, and the best surfer he'd ever met. They'd talked for hours about the waves in Hawaii, California and Tahiti. He'd taught Riley to windsurf, and Riley'd taught him about classic surfer music. Riley had learned something else about himself. His cock didn't discriminate. It liked the idea of Kai just as much as Sasha. Maybe more. Oddly, it didn't freak him out. So his fantasy shifted from a blonde girl to a dark haired boy, and his dick didn't mind at all.
Beneath him there was a slight splash and Riley went still. He should be afraid, he knew that. Out here in the middle of nowhere, it could be a pirate. Even in this day and age, they were still about, stealing everything from cameras and jewelry to yachts. Or it could be... no. He should get off the mesh deck and up to safety, but maybe safe wasn't what he wanted. His throat went dry and oddly enough, his cock stayed hard.
"Riley." The voice was odd, accented. He'd met people from every corner of the world, but he still didn't recognize the accent.
"Riley."
His heart started pumping, and he didn't bother to fasten his shorts. The stars above grew blurry past the tears in his eyes. Kai had finally come to him. It was crazy as hell, but here he was. Riley had never wanted a guy before, and now... he was scared.
"Riley."
Third time was always the charm. He dragged a deep breath into his lungs and tucked his erection back into his pants, sealing the Velcro closure. Slowly, carefully, he rolled back to his belly, peering into the water.
The water glowed around the young manís form. The moon shone down on his face. There was just enough light to tell Riley that Kai was even more beautiful -- too oddly lovely to be human, yet he had a face, hair, and arms like anyone else. Granted, his eyes were large and languid, the face almost fey in its beauty. His wet hair waved into spirals down his neck and shoulders, drifting out to halo around his body. He'd never before noticed it was that long.
Kai was naked, and Riley continued to look, following the lithe, muscular torso to where his hips and legs faded into darkness. The young man smiled and hooked his fingers into the rope that lashed the net deck to the pontoons. He kicked and rose higher, lighting the water around his... tail. Riley pressed his eyes closed and opened them again. The boy was almost to the deck, and Riley drew back, torn between fear and fascination. When Kai smiled, he smiled back.
"Riley, come, go with me..."
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Razor's Edge: Promotion by Silvia Violet
Razor's Edge: Promotion |
| by Silvia Violet Cover art: Marteeka Karland |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-912-7 |
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| Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes |
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| Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian |
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| Length: Hot Flash |
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| Page Count: 15 |
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1678
Blurb:
Luke Jackson has been hot for his boss since the day he started work. When he's offered the chance to win a promotion, he has no idea what his boss expects in return until he finds himself on his knees in his boss's office. For Luke, his promotion doesn't just come with better pay but also the fulfillment of all his submissive desires.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1678
ESCAPE! Collection by Multiple Authors (see list)
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Blurb:
Follow your fantasies for fun in the sun with seventeen of your favorite Changeling authors! This anthology contains seventeen previously released Escape! novellas. These titles are all available as individual e-book releases.
Excerpt:
Island Dreamin'
Kate Douglas
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Kate Douglas
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Teri threw her purse at the wall and burst into tears. Damn Brad and his ego and double-damn his stupid assistant. Her proposal was good! It was the best thing she'd ever done, and she should have had the account, but no-o-o-o. It wasn't good enough to present. But gee, here's one, Mr. Turner. Leave it to Steve to have something ready to go. She stomped into the kitchen and ripped open the refrigerator door. That slimy bastard Steven had done everything he could to screw her out of the bid. He and Brad made a good pair.
Two drop-dead gorgeous guys with the integrity of a pair of carnival shills -- and the new Hainesford account. She was out of wine, damn it, and the leftover Chinese didn't look remotely edible.
Climbing up on a chair, she shoved aside an ancient box of cereal. There it was! Ted, an old boyfriend, had stashed a bottle of Wild Turkey up there. She wrapped her fingers around the neck. Too bad it wasn't Brad's neck, or even Steve's. She'd squeeze until their eyeballs popped.
Climbing down, Teri poured a shot of the booze into a glass and took a sip. After she quit choking, she grabbed a can of soda, poured it over ice and added a good-sized shot. Drink in one hand, Wild Turkey in the other, she headed for the bathroom. A hot bath and a good drunk might just help her decide what to do next.
Should she stay on the job at the most prestigious advertising agency in the city, or call her own bluff and walk away? She was tired of fighting, tired of Brad and totally fed up with Steve.
The apartment might be small, but she had a bathroom fit for a queen -- larger than her bedroom. The tub had heated jets and held enough water to swim in. She sipped at her drink, realized she was down to ice, and poured more booze into the glass. The room spun in a nice lazy pattern. She lay her head back against the cushioned pillow and let the jets work their wonders on her body.
She especially liked the one shooting right between her legs. It made it easier to think of Brad and Steve without wanting to scream. Why did they always win? It wasn't fair. Not fair at all. She sipped at the drink. The soda was mostly gone, but it didn't taste half bad. Of course, she'd have one hell of a headache come morning, but at least the anger and frustration had eased. It was just so blasted discouraging, always having to fight both guys on every project. This had been the biggest prize yet. She couldn't believe she hadn't even been allowed to make her presentation.
If only they weren't both so gorgeous. Brad was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Steve was almost as tall, but blond and well-built. Too bad they were both jerks. What would it be like, to get them away from their office fortress? Just her and the two of them, off on some deserted island? Some place where she had complete control... and all the time in the world to exercise it.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1685
Monday, September 19, 2011
Hacked Investigations: Savage Bytes by Sarah Makela
Hacked Investigations: Savage Bytes |
| by Sarah Mäkelä Cover art: Bryan Keller |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-669-0 |
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| Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, Cyber-Punk |
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| Theme(s): Magic |
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| Series: Hacked Investigations |
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| Length: Novella |
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1677
Blurb:
Private investigator Hannah Franklin has a new partner, her sizzling hot lover and technomage, Ian Bradley. But they may be in over their heads when brought in by their friend from the hospital to quietly solve a case that baffles even the police. The victims are being drained of blood and having their organs removed in a ritualistic fashion.
When Ian's attention narrows to solely encompass their work, he'll need to keep their relationship strong, or he could find himself repeating a painful past.
Excerpt:
Hacked Investigations: Savage Bytes
Sarah Mäkelä
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Sarah Mäkelä
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Hannah Franklin froze in the doorway of Ian Bradley's weight room. Ian lay shirtless on the bench as he pressed the bar into the air over his muscular chest. With each rep he did, the muscles in his chest rippled deliciously. She licked her suddenly dry lips and cleared her throat.
His gaze caught hers, and he smiled. He rested the weight on the stand. "Hey, is everything okay?" He sat up and wiped his palms on his khaki cargo shorts.
"Yeah, we just received a call about a new case." She still found it hard to believe how many people had wanted to hire them after going against MAX Home Security. Sometimes, they actually had to turn people away. What a feeling.
Ian raised an eyebrow at her. "Tell me more. What is it about?"
"It's Leon. He wants to meet with us at St. Gregory's hospital in a little over an hour. He seemed pretty stressed." She leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, and a frown tugged at the corners of her lips.
Ian stood and then crossed the room to her. His hands cradled her neck, and he pulled her in for a warm kiss. His lips brushed hers, and she opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to stroke hers and fan the burning flames within her body.
Hannah gently pushed away after a moment. "I said we would be on our way." She raked her gaze over his firm, sweat-slick torso. "Besides, I think you need a break from working out."
Ian grinned and reached for his white towel. "I'll go hop in the shower real quick." He wiped off his face and hung the towel around his shoulders as he sauntered away.
Hannah's life had been a roller coaster after reuniting with Ian, her once ex-boyfriend. Now he was her partner in their private investigation company, Hacked Investigations, which specialized in technology-related crimes. The clientele so far had kept them busy, with common requests that involved backtracking various network intrusions to their point of origin and leaving the rest to the customers. Others required mundane tasks such as verifying the authenticity of gray-market implants and other upgrades not sold in broad daylight.
Up until recently, they'd been financially stable. The last two weeks had been slower, and their bills this month were a lot higher than expected. It didn't help that the silly gnome was as ravenous as ever.
She sighed and returned to Ian's small home office to retrieve her jacket. The weather outside was fine, but it could change so quickly, especially this time of year.
"Hey, if you're going out anyway, bring me back a bag of those chocolates I like! We can't all live on coffee, pasta, and CONDOMS, you know?" An obnoxious voice came from the kitchen before she had an opportunity to see the loud-mouthed gnome it belonged to.
"Nice to see you too, Bernard. Finished with the garden so soon?" Hannah forced a smile. "We're heading out to interview a client. Leon called, and we're going to see if we can help him," she said.
Bernard wore classic lederhosen and had a maniacal grin on his face. "Well, the garden can take care of itself for a while. So, why are you heading out to see that flamboyant rainbow-licking nurse? Unless, of course, he wants to trade make-up tips," Bernard said. A devious glint lit his eyes.
Hannah sighed. She could only take so much from the gnome today. Ignoring the other foul comments, she shrugged into her jacket and walked by him. Water sounded from the shower behind the bathroom door. She'd love to join Ian, but they'd be going nowhere fast if she did.
Instead, she sat in Ian's favorite recliner. A quick glance proved the gnome had vanished, giving her a moment's peace.
During their struggle against MAX Home Security, Leon had played a crucial role in getting past security guards and helping them talk with Senator Kendall, who cleared their names after the police had suspected them of attacking the senator. Leon lost his boyfriend, Rich Granger, due to MAX's overeager employee termination program, and he'd been more than willing to help them take MAX Home Security down.
The lack of background noise alerted her to the fact Ian was done in the shower and would be ready to go soon. She glanced in the mirror to reassure herself that she looked professional enough, and then she crossed the room to her safety box for her gun and a clip of ammo. The streets were more dangerous than ever now that MAX Home Security had restrictions placed on them by the legal system. Despite their corruption, MAX held low-level criminals under better control than what the police were capable of.
Ian entered the doorway, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt that revealed enough of his build to make her gaze linger over his toned body.
"Shall we?"
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