Monday, October 31, 2011

Razor's Edge: Lost Temple by Dany Sirene

Razor's Edge: Lost Temple

by Dany Sirene
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-914-1
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Length: Hot Flash

A young archaeology student is determined to make a historical discovery, but she has no idea what is waiting for her in the heart of the jungle.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Protect and Serve: Paws on Me by Silvia Violet

Protect and Serve: Paws On Me

by Silvia Violet
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-698-0
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniform, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Protect and Serve
Length: Novella
Page Count: 71

Lieutenant Seth Morrison loves being a cop, but with budget cuts and crime both on the rise, he's stopped making time for anything but his job.
On the outside, Brandon Lord is an easy-going, flirtatious club owner. On the inside he's a man trying to overcome a difficult past.
When a murder investigation brings the two men together, passion roars to life. They're both willing to break the rules to be together. Because as mismatched as they might seem, each man is exactly what the other needs.
Protect and Serve: Paws On Me
Silvia Violet
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Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet

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01 Seth's Blog
I'm Seth Morrison. I'm a cop, a police lieutenant to be precise. I've been on the force more years than I want to think about. I've seen good men get killed, turn dirty, lose themselves in the bottle, lose their fucking minds, but I'm still here doing what I do. I don't know any other life. People tell me I need a break, a vacation, to relax. I don't want to fucking relax. I just want to do my job and keep this city from falling apart.
I park my car, grab my coffee from the cup holder, and charge up the front steps of the station. I could take the side door, it's closer to my office, but I love the chaos of the bullpen. When I open the door, I breathe deeply, enjoying the variety of smells: coffee that's been on the warmer far too long, the sickeningly sweet smell of candy and doughnuts, pine-scented cleaner from the scrubbing the janitors gave the floors last night, and something unnamable that simply smells like cops and hard work. I shake my head as I try to imagine not being here nearly 24/7. This is where I belong.
My stomach rumbles. I should've had dinner, but after pretending an afternoon nap was a night's sleep, I'm running late. I'll grab something from the vending machine while I dream about a juicy burger and thick home fries. It sure would be nice to have someone cook for me. I don't seem to get along with stoves. Years ago, I tried being married. That worked for about 30 seconds. My wife wanted me to work shorter hours. I wanted her to talk less, or maybe never.
Friends tell me I should make an effort to date, but I'm more comfortable at a gruesome homicide scene than making small talk at dinner with a woman or a man. Yeah, I like both. I stopped going out with men when I entered the academy. I just couldn't deal with the shit the guys would give me. Now, I don't advertise what I like, but I pick up a guy now and then. I'm discreet, but if somebody finds out, I'll deal.
One-night stands I can handle, but relationships are beyond me. People think police work is draining, but I'd rather spend all day in the field and all night at my desk filling out fucking paperwork -- and often I do -- than try to decode relationship signals. I inevitably screw things up and never understand why.
Sex I need. Romance I don't.
My phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket hoping the call will save me from the mountain of paperwork on my desk. It's Drew Danvers, detective and vampire. That's right, a vampire who works for the good guys. We've got a werewolf in homicide too. And he's a damn fine cop.
I remember when the shifters came out of the closet, scaring the hell out of us humans. One by one other monsters made themselves known. Most people assumed they were all assholes who wanted to eat us, but I quickly learned not to judge a man because he sucked blood or turned into a wolf. I judge men based on how they treat others.
I answer the call. "What's up, Detective?"
"Two dead werewolves found in a closet at Shift. Hacked up pretty bad. The scene's a circus. Jenkins called in sick. I'm on my own, and --"
"I'll be there in ten."
"Thanks, sir."
"No problem. Murder scene or paperwork, which would you choose?"
* * *
I step inside the club. A crime lab team is there and several uniformed officers are talking with employees. I spot Drew in the entryway of an office. He's frowning as he questions a tall hairy hunk of a man. I've seen this man around the area several times, and just like every other time, he makes my cock sit up and take notice.
Our most recent encounter was a week ago. When I want to grab a beer and be left the fuck alone, I go to Mitch's, a dive just down the street from Shift. Last time I spent the evening there, he sat next to me at the bar and came on strong. I was in a shitty mood. I wanted him, and it pissed me off. He's not my type. He's young, hip, and outrageously flirtatious. I walked away, but I regretted it later that night when I couldn't stop fantasizing about him.
The man looks my way and catches me staring. His grin says he knows the direction my thoughts are going. Fucking bastard winks at me. Drew scowls.
I turn to face him. He grins down at me, that same cocky-as-fuck little smile he'd given me earlier, making me even more aware of how close we are and how big he is. At 6'2", I'm hardly small, but he's got several inches on me. And while I've got a rather thick pelt, the fur visible above the vee of his t-shirt is astounding.
He smiles mischievously. "You gonna cuff me if you take me in?"
"Impeding a murder investigation will get you thrown in jail."
He rolls his eyes. "I found two dead guys in my closet when I came to work tonight. My business is shut down, and I'll be losing money every minute that you're here. But at least I have a sense of humor."
"Well, I don't."
He shakes his head. "Are you taken too?"
I take another step back. "You're making a lot of assumptions."
I look over at Drew and realize he and Jason are grinning like loons. Fuck. All I need is the two of them ragging me.
I glare at Drew. "Detective, do you think you can question this man without killing him?"
"Fine. Fleetfoot, head back to the lab. Take my car. I'll get a ride with Danvers." I throw him my keys, and he snatches them out of the air as he gives Drew's hand a final squeeze. Jason is better in the lab than any tech we have. We only send him into the field when we're desperately short-handed. I run a hand through my hair, wishing I knew how I'm going to hold the homicide division together if we don't get more funds.
He holds out his hand. "I'm Brandon Lord. I own Shift."
"Lieutenant Morrison." I shake his hand. His skin is surprisingly smooth, his grip tight and warm. I want to feel those big hands running over me. I want to rub his furry body with my own. Fuck! I should assign someone else to this case right now and get the hell away from him. But some crazy restlessness he's dredged up in me makes me fight my instincts.
"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant." His voice is low and rich. And his grin lets me know he's well aware of my body's reaction to him.
I need to get away. His smell alone is making me hard. "I'm not here to play games. Drop the act and treat this case seriously, or I'll find an excuse to throw your ass in jail."
He grins. Fuck, he knows he's got me rattled. "I'd never kill anyone, Lieutenant. I'm just a cuddly teddy bear."
The bear shifter and the bear. Ridiculous. I need to leave now. This man is no cuddly toy. I don't think he's our murderer, but he's far smarter than he wants me to believe and likely far more dangerous. "I know what cuddling leads to."
Brandon laughs, a deep, infectious sound. I can't help but respond. Now I want him more than ever. Taking this case is a supremely stupid idea, staying on it now is unprofessional.
But I won't walk away.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Mating Season: Imperial Haven by Anne Kane

Mating Season: Imperial Haven

by Anne Kane
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-701-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic
Series: Mating Season
Length: Novella
Page Count: 48

Caitlin is a high-class data thief. She knows how to get in and out of a mark's house without detection, but this time something went wrong. Kyran not only caught her red-handed, tapping into his computer system, he also seems to think they have some kind of bond-mate thing going.
What's a girl to do when the bounty hunter you were stealing from turns out to be an Imperial Were-Panther with the hots for you?
Mating Season: Imperial Haven
Anne Kane
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Copyright ©2011 Anne Kane

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Caitlyn peered around the edge of the railing and studied the ship in dock slip number eighty-seven. A long-range scouting vehicle, it belonged to a bounty hunter named Kyran. What kind of name was that anyway? Kyran? Sounded like a small parasite that the fish on her home planet feasted on.
Satisfied that the docking corridor was empty, she scurried over to the ship and held the sonar lock pick over the security box. It hummed for a few seconds before a soft click let her know the lock was now disarmed. Pocketing the small device, she slid open the heavy outer hatch and entered the spaceship.
Inside, the layout looked exactly as her research had led her to expect. The Mark IV was a popular vehicle, noted for its reliability and low energy consumption. Corridors branched off in two directions from where she stood. The one on the right should lead to the crew quarters and galley, the left to the bridge and all of the computer equipment.
Caitlyn headed left. Talk about a sweet deal. She just needed to locate Mr. Bounty Hunter's main files and download a copy of the new engine specs he'd been bragging about in the Spaceport tavern last nightfall. Her client was offering big bucks for them, and she could use a fat commission right about now. What with the government lackeys declaring a galaxy-wide crackdown on smuggling, the data theft business hadn't been so good lately.
She'd been stealing data almost as long as she'd been breathing the rarified oxygen that passed for an atmosphere on the mining droids. She'd discovered early on that her small stature and innocent face were assets she could exploit. The space enforcers had never even come close to catching her. Once she'd started working data dumps on a regular basis, she'd set up a double blind drop system to make sure even the clients didn't see who she was.
When she turned the corner, the corridor widened out to the bridge. She stopped, staring around in admiration. The walls were sheets of polished titanium, glowing richly in the low light of the ship's systems. A state-of-the-art pilot's chair sat dead center of the room, overlooking the navigation and communication station. A complicated array of computer banks lined the walls to the left, and she headed toward them. The info she needed would be stored somewhere in their hard drives.
An unfamiliar chill slithered down her back, and she turned to study the room carefully. Nothing but empty space greeted her, and she shrugged, turning back to the task at hand. She needed to take a break, maybe after this job. Her nerves were shot. The heist last month had gone badly, leaving a sour taste in her mouth, and now she was sensing things that weren't there. Not good. In this job, you needed nerves of steel.
Spying an access terminal, she glided across the room and pulled her mane of golden hair aside to expose the input jack just behind her ear. Plugging one end of the download cable into it, she slid the receiver into the data port. Images immediately flooded through the link, blinding her with their sheer volume, and she closed her eyes to concentrate. It took a few minutes to bring the flow under control so she could sort through it, looking for the plans that she wanted. This was the mind-numbingly boring part.
The bounty hunter was organized, she'd give him that. The data banks were neatly arranged, information stacked by subject. She skimmed past star charts and weapons schematics, financial data and the ship's supply logs. The man kept records of everything! She found the technical data stored in the back corner of the drive, and began the tedious job of scanning each string of code. It had to be in here somewhere, and when she found it her money troubles would be over. At least for now.
The bounty hunter came out of nowhere, grasping her wrists and snapping on the magnetic cuffs before she had time to react and pull her consciousness out of the computer banks. He pulled her arms up over her head, and the magnetic cuffs snapped into position against the metal frame of the ship, leaving her standing spread-eagled in front of him. With a sardonic grin, he reached up to pull the download cable out of the jack in her head.
She felt so incredibly helpless, not something she had a lot of experience with. She looked up the long muscular length of her captor's sculpted body. In person, he looked a whole lot more intimidating than he had in the vid pic she'd dug up on the station's news feed. At least six and a half feet tall, his skintight uni-suit did nothing to hide the sleek ropes of muscle that rippled across his massive chest. Dark hair hung to his shoulders and framed a face more rugged than handsome.
His eyes, though, were what held her attention. Dark as a Zargonian night sky and with swirling hazel streaks, they sent shivers of lust dancing up her spine.
She should be terrified, but all her treacherous mind could think of was how good his hands would feel on her naked body.
"Looking for something?" His voice was deep and husky, the kind of voice that could make the meteor report sound sexy.
"No, just passing by and thought I'd take a look at your system." She ignored the sinking feeling in her gut and pasted a cheerful smile on her face. "I've never been aboard a ship like this before. It's very impressive."
"Well, it's your lucky day then." His lopsided grin didn't do much to reassure her, especially with those eyes boring into her very soul. "You'll be getting a free ride on her."
"Oh, that's nice of you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to take you up on that. I have a commitment elsewhere tonight. Lovely as they are, I'm going to have to ask you to remove the bracelets."
Kyran shook his head, his eyes darkening even more. "I'm afraid that's out of the question. You'll have to send your regrets." He took one step forward, placing a hand on either side of her head and trapping her between the wall and his considerable bulk.
Warm breath feathered teasingly along her cheek as he brought his face close to sear a kiss across her lips. He slid his tongue across the seam of her lips, his mouth hard and demanding.
Caitlyn's body reacted immediately, insatiable lust flooding through every cell. She opened her mouth, something in her unable to resist his combination of domination and seduction. Kyran lifted his head for a second, and disappointment shivered through her. None of the news vids had mentioned what an amazing kisser he was.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive by Selena Illyria

Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive

by Selena Illyria
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-689-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters
Series: Hellhound Detective Agency
Length: Novella

Hellhound/werewolf Casey Mae can track anything put in front of her. The bounty is everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, especially if they come in the form of a dark-haired, green-eyed sex demon. Just because he says he wants her doesn't mean she has to want him. Does it?
Blaise has wanted Casey Mae since he first laid eyes on her. He's not taking no for an answer even if he has to tie her up. Come morning, she won't be able to deny what she feels for him. He'll make sure of it.
Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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Ping. Ping. Ping. Pingpingpingping.
Casey Mae lifted her head. Her head was pounding like a drum circle gone wrong. Her tongue felt wrapped in cotton. Swallowing took effort. For some reason her throat seemed dry.
She struggled to form thoughts but everything evaporated before it made sense.
Disjointed memories floated before her eyes. She remembered a washed out bridge, a waterlogged road, mud -- lots of mud -- and a garish red hotel with a neon sign. Something about wine. Green eyes with splinters of gold flashed to the forefront of her mind.
The pinging grew more persistent. A loud crash made her jump. The throbbing in her head increased. She groaned and opened her eyes. Pale golden lights filled her line of vision. They flickered back and forth. Casey didn't understand why they were doing that. It took a few moments for it to dawn on her that they were candles.
Turning her head this way and that, she took in her surroundings. The throbbing dulled but the pinging continued. Another crash sounded, and the room was bathed in white light before fading back to candlelight. A fire crackled in a hearth not too far from her. From what she could see, the room had a long leather couch, two leather chairs, a dark wood table with a bench, a chest of drawers, a flat screen TV sitting against a wall and a large, sleigh-style bed with a slatted headboard.
A bedroom? Casey's memories came back in a flood. She had been on her way to the compound for a new assignment. The bridge had been washed out, and the roads were flooded. She'd turned around and sought shelter at the Sinful Bordeaux, an inn catering to those of the paranormal community.
She thought she'd be safe there but, then again, there was Blaise. Green eyes with splinters of gold and framed by dark lashes gazed back at her from beneath thick, wavy, midnight black hair clipped short but with enough length on top to get a good grip. His lips were just perfect for kissing and nibbling. The cleft in his chin just begged her to explore it with her tongue. He had an aristocratic nose, not too pointed or wide. His scent was a combination of exotic spices and woods. She had always wondered if the cologne covered him all over.
Casey squeezed her eyes shut. Don't think about that. He's just a distraction. You have a job to do and he's... untrustworthy. It was the same reasoning she'd always used to avoid him, to keep her distance. Blaise was a demon -- a sex demon to be exact. They had a reputation for saying and doing anything to get laid. They were relentless when they targeted someone. She'd hunted a lot of sex demons before -- and after -- she'd joined the Hellhound Detective Agency. Nothing she'd ever seen during a case dealing with them ended up being good. The victims were often scarred for life, and the demons couldn't care less about the damage they'd done.
Sex and charm rolled off him in waves. He could seduce with just a smile. From the moment they'd met, he'd been trying to get her into bed. She didn't know or care why. Casey had more important things to think about -- like her job. If she wanted sex, she could get it with her battery-operated boyfriend.
Besides, she thought Blaise just wanted her so he could brag he'd bagged a Hellhound. All demons wanted to have sex with a Hellhound. Hellhounds could sniff out a lie and were considered the hardest demon to tame. Demons couldn't resist a challenge -- or a good deal or a fool and his money. Casey Mae was no one's trophy -- and yet she found herself in surroundings she didn't know. A jerk of her hands and legs and the feel of smooth, warm wood against her arms told her she was also tied to a chair.
And I may possibly be a prisoner.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Paranormal Mates Society Vol 1 by Dakota Cassidy and Rachel Bo

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)

by Dakota Cassidy, Rachel Bo, Willa Okati and Lacey Savage
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-683-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author
Length: Collection
Page Count: 280

Welcome to Paranormal Mates Society, where finding the love of your life is supernatural, super easy.
Tired of squeamish humans passing you over because blood is your beverage of choice? Are your fins fed up with the goldfish bowl of dating? Did the devil make you give up on ever finding your soul mate? Long to soar to the heavens with the match of your dreams? Log on to!

Vamps masquerade as werewolves, fire serpents melt the hearts of Yetis, a psychic tames her genie -- it's Satan's own online dating service, and chaos has never been quite this hot!
This anthology contains the previously released Paranormal Mates Society novellas Matchmaker's Match, Finders Keepers, Long Tall Furry, and Chunkybuttfunky.
Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)
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Excerpt from Long Tall Furry by Rachel Bo
Copyright ©2011 Rachel Bo

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Goss grabbed her bag and led her to a snow-treaded, heavy-duty all terrain vehicle built exactly to his specifications. Sinna's eyes widened, but she said nothing as he handed her a helmet and climbed on board. She pulled the helmet over her head and hopped on behind him. "Let's go!"
He couldn't help showing off, gunning the motor and doing a three-sixty before they shot up the side of the mountain.
The wind's roar and the engine's rumble were all he could hear, music to his ears as they skated over the brittle snow toward his home. He almost forgot Sinna was there, until her arms tightened painfully around his middle and she yelled "Stop!" in his ear.
Goss killed the engine, sliding to a standstill. Sinna slid off the ATV, and stood in the knee-deep snow, panting heavily.
"Are you all right?" He thought she was scared, until she raised her eyes. The pupil was now a vertical slit, and her topaz irises rimmed in red. Astonished, he sat there unbelieving and watched as she tore at her clothes, kicking off her sneakers, peeling away her skin-tight jeans, tossing her thick sweater over her head.
There she stood, in all her jet-black glory. Goss swallowed, painfully aware of the bulge at his crotch.
"Fuck me," Sinna hissed. "Please."
Under any other circumstances, Goss would have turned and raced in the opposite direction. Yet those eyes, those inhuman, mesmerizing eyes were begging him to understand. There was pain there, and the promise of an explanation, but what she needed now was the one thing his body was all too eager to give her.
With a growl, Goss leaped to the ground and gathered her up in his arms.
Her lips, so hot against his, tasted of spikenard. Just like the Himalayan herb, Sinna was precious and rare, a prize to be cherished and guarded for all of his days. He grunted in surprise at his reaction. But God, she was sweet. Soft in all the right places, and yet firm and hefty in his embrace. With this woman, there was no fear of breaking her.
He shifted one hand to grip her shoulder, bending her back so that his tongue could savor the rapidly beating pulse at her neck. Moaning, she reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, dragging his head to her breast.
Goss opened his mouth, covering the midnight-hued pearl of her nipple, drawing it deep into his throat. Sinna whimpered, arching, pressing into him.
Gods, but she was hot! Literally feverish. Her flesh where it touched his burned like wildfire, making him ache, but it was a delicious pain, a sensation that sent pleasure spiraling down to his groin. Supporting her with one arm, he reached down and ripped off his khakis, groaning with relief as this freed his painful erection.
"Now," Sinna cried. "Please, do it now!"

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Razor's Edge: Perfect Seasoning by Stephanie Burke

Razor's Edge: The Perfect Seasoning

by Stephanie Burke
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-913-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Dark Desire
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 22


I was afraid when my master came for me. I was scared when he started to play with his favorite toys.
But my master is different. And if I suffer for him, if I surrender to his dominance, if I give myself over to his ecstasy, then I will be the perfect seasoning for this hunger that consumes us.
Warning: Contains subject matter some readers may find offensive. (Tentacle... er... action. Yeah. That's it.)

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Badland Warriors: Comanche by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

Badland Warriors: Comanche

by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-703-1
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Badland Warriors
Length: Novel
Page Count: 97

Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity.
But then a myth shows up at her door. Trapped in a horrible earthquake, Aylen is rescued by 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.
In the Badlands you can scream all you want... with pleasure.
Badland Warriors: Comanche
Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
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Copyright ©2011 Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

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Beads of sweat dotted Baer's skin as he sat in the small adobe sweat lodge behind their quarters, surrounded by the others in his Triad. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, yet none of them could sense danger to the compound, the tiny patch of quasi-civilization the First Gen Warriors had worked so hard to create in the middle of natural chaos. The powers that had come to them, slowly at first, then with a vengeance once they'd been mated, let them see -- or more accurately feel -- into the future. It didn't always work that way for an individual's life or path. If it had, perhaps they wouldn't have lost their mate and their children almost a century ago.
At the thought of their lost wife and children, Baer's heart welled with sorrow. Things had been volatile then. Different. There had been no safe haven for Warriors. When the WCGA realized the offspring being produced by First Generation Warriors couldn't be controlled, the killings began, and very few survived unscathed. The children who were too old to be "re-educated" had been taken away, tossed into government-run orphanages with no knowledge of their own heritage. All special abilities had been forced down into the psyche so deep that they had been forgotten. The women -- mates to proud Warriors -- had been slaughtered. The massacre spared no one, and only a handful escaped to live in silent desperation, eventually dying without the other parts of their souls.
No. He would not relive it all again. Not now. There was potentially too much at stake for him to be distracted. There was someone... someone they needed to find. It was imperative they do so, and soon. That was all Baer knew for certain.
The others chanted softly, and Baer pulled his thoughts back to his Triad, shoving the past firmly in the back of his mind where it belonged. If they were to have a successful Spirit Walk, he had to empty his mind and open himself to the spirit world and to his Triad.
The three of them sat in a circle surrounding a large pot of burning incense. Fragrant smoke full of sage and lavender hovered above them like a blanket, allowing them to focus their spirits and see into the moving future. That was the folly of a future Spirit Walk. What they saw was only a small number of possibilities. The future was always in motion. Each thing they did to get there affected the outcome.
Naked, cross-legged, Baer looked to Tyger and Wulf in his mind. The three tuned themselves perfectly to each other during this time. They were one, pooling their strengths and power to tap into the spirit world. In this form, they could talk to the ancients who came before them, spy on their enemies, or find the source of the disturbance plaguing their dreams. It cost them, though. The merging of their minds demanded the merging of their bodies as well, though Baer didn't see it as much of a sacrifice. It was almost a compulsion. At times, even weeks after a Spirit Walk, Baer sought out one or both of his Triad for relief. This time, the need would be much worse -- he knew it in his very being.
Baer knew they looked for a person. Finding one person in the entire world would take intense, prolonged concentration. Sexual need was but a byproduct, one he thoroughly enjoyed.
In a dream-like haze, Baer let himself slip into the others. Their minds merged until they were not three but one. Images flew by with blinding speed, unfocused and impossible to distinguish or separate. Experience had taught Baer not to try. Images of importance would reveal themselves as they came along. Through the haze of color and lights in the vision, an image of the open sea appeared, clear and sharp. More so than if they'd actually been there. The intensity of it hurt his eyes. More than that, he could smell the salt in the air, hear gulls crying, waves crashing. Sea spray wet his body and clung to his hair. He could hear the creaking of wood as if he were on a boat before the image flickered and faded into a white, blinding light.
His first instinct was to fight the intensity of it, but he held himself strong in body and mind. He didn't flinch as one scene blended into another and he was looking at steel and concrete. Children laughed and called to one another before a deafening rumble drowned out all sound, shaking his insides until he thought his organs would liquefy.
Then there was silence.
What did it mean? Spirit walks could be incredibly helpful. More often than not they were infuriatingly vague. Just as he thought the images would stop, a pair of bright, deep blue-green eyes framed by long, dark lashes came into focus. They were delicately slanted, with the barest of dark liner around the lids. Flecks of copper and bronze sparkled in their depths, flickering as the light played across their surface. Deep in the pupils, he and his Triad were reflected.
Immediately, Baer was drawn to those eyes. They were obviously female, but it was more than that. He knew, deep in his soul, they must find this woman. She was in some way very important. Whether it was to the community or to them personally, Baer didn't know. But the pull he felt toward her, the pull they felt toward her, was a force they had no hope of resisting. Not unlike the first time they had seen their mate.
With a great whoosh the vision was sucked into the incense pot in the center of their circle. The air seemed to pull at them; their hair whipped around their faces as if in protest of the woman leaving. Whatever their future held, the one thing Baer was certain of was the woman. It was imperative they find her and bring her back to the compound. She was too important to send anyone but seasoned Warriors, ones who knew how to use their gifts. Besides that, it just felt wrong to even think about anyone else going to her...

Friday, October 21, 2011

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

Congratulations to Brannan Black, Saloni Quinby, Stephanie Burke, Ayla Ruse, Kira Stone, Dakota Cassidy, Marteeka Karland and Sierra Dafoe!

4 Hearts from Love Romances & More

I loved seeing the characters that first brought me to this world and kept me coming back. Now I have a whole new set of them to enjoy as well.

BOBBI AND THE BEAST by Saloni Quinby
4 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

A heartwarming short story. intriguing and exceptionally enjoyable.

HOW NOT TO DATE A FAE by Stephanie Burke
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

Fast paced, sexy, and emotionally intense at times. "How Not to Date a Fae" satisfies every expectation.

4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

A tight, sexy read. If you want an action-packed, sexy short story, don't miss BROKEN. You won't be disappointed.

MOLTEN by Kira Stone
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

Molten is absolutely entertaining and so original you will have to read it to believe it!

WOLF (Collection) by Sierra Dafoe, Dakota Cassidy and Marteeka Karland
4 Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The stories flowed well and worked together. There were moments of tears, laughter and sighs. All in all an excellent read.

Rough, Tough and Tumble: When In Rome by Kate Hill

Rough, Tough and Tumble: When in Rome

by Kate Hill
Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-491-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Rough, Tough and Tumble
Length: Novella
Page Count: 41

Shapeshifters Zandra, Sefu and Tiago find themselves in ancient Rome where a gladiator and his lover are desperate to escape the brutal games and her cruel husband.
The trio's lust burns hotter than ever, stoked by the knowledge that this time they might not return to their world. Using their powers, they must impersonate Roman nobles to deceive a twisted emperor and save a gladiator from death in the arena while coming to terms with their love for each other.
Rough, Tough and Tumble: When in Rome
Kate Hill
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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Zandra stood between her lovers, Sefu and Tiago, in the time machine that had already taken them to the old west and 1686 Romania. Wherever -- or whenever -- they landed next would be their final trip before returning to their age. Already they had risked their lives several times. Tiago had been shot in the old west and Zandra had been abducted by wannabe vampires in Romania. On their last journey, Sefu had nearly missed boarding the time machine before takeoff.
She glanced from tall, powerfully-built Sefu to the slighter, though no less attractive Tiago and thought how much they meant to her. Sefu with his short blond hair and honest blue eyes treated her like a lady though she had lived her life as anything but. Dark-haired Tiago with his seductive brown eyes shared a similar past to hers. They understood each other in a world that had often left them feeling alone.
Though she hadn't known these men long, she had already fallen in love with them. They had been through so much together. They had risked their lives for each other, made love and confessed painful secrets. Now Zandra couldn't imagine a life without them.
If they could get through this final journey...
Then what? Return to their time and collect the payment Apriyn had promised? Like her companions, she doubted the doctor's integrity. And his partner... Pane was the poster boy for creep.
At the moment she couldn't think about the doctors.
The pink time field encompassing their machine faded, leaving them in a meadow filled with olive trees. In the distance stood a large concrete building.
"When are we?" Tiago's deep voice broke the silence.
"Ancient Rome," Sefu replied, without even looking at the pendant around his neck that told him the year. Dr. Apriyn had given Tiago and Zandra similar pendants so they would always know the time they had been sent to. A quick glance at her pendant told Zandra he was correct.
"It's a villa," Sefu said, pointing to the building. "It's pretty big and probably has mosaic floors and a great garden. Obviously a wealthy owner. He probably exports olive oil and look in the distance. See the vineyard?" Tiago and Zandra exchanged surprised glances.
"How do you know?" Tiago asked.
"While observing carnivorous animals on Earth so I can change into them for fights in the arena, I did an intense study of Roman gladiators. Considering they had no shapeshifting ability, they were amazing warriors. They were the celebrities of their time."
"So you know enough about this time and place for us to blend in?" Zandra asked.
Sefu shrugged his broad shoulders. "I guess so. I know how they dress, what they eat -- Hey, did you know mice were a specialty."
Curling her lip, Zandra said, "I think I'm going to be sick."
"I can tell you the basics of life in a country villa like this or in the city, but if you want to know about gladiatorial life, I can give you details big time. The major fighting schools were the Ludus Magnus, the Ludus Matutinus -- that's where they trained the Bestiarii, gladiators who fought animals --"
"Damn, Sefu," Tiago interrupted, looking rather surprised. "The next time I call you a dumb gladiator, you have permission to kick my ass."
"Just not too hard." Zandra grinned. She slid her arms around Sefu's neck and brushed his lips with a kiss. "I'm impressed. Didn't know you were a historian."
"Only when it comes to fighting and stuff like that. In the old west and Romania I didn't know shit."
"Night's falling," Tiago said, glancing skyward. "We need to find a place to relax out of sight until our pendants signal it's time for the machine to take off."
Sefu narrowed his gorgeous blue eyes. "So I'm guessing you want to try lying low again? You don't want to mingle with the people?"
"Actually, I'm starting to think we're better off jumping in and introducing ourselves," Tiago said, folding his arms across his chest. "It seems the more we try to avoid mixing, the more we're drawn in to people's lives."
"We could approach the villa and see if they'll put us up for the night?" Zandra suggested.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Sefu said. "Ancient Rome had huge class distinctions. If we don't play this game perfectly, we'll end up in trouble. I don't want some rich Roman to accuse us of being runaway slaves or something."
"Wow. This is a change," Tiago said. "Usually I'm the one arguing on the side of common sense."
"Is that another crack at my intelligence?" Sefu demanded. "Because no more than a minute ago you gave me permission to kick your ass for that."
"No crack, big guy, except the one in my ass and it's all yours whenever you want it."
Sefu grinned and slapped Tiago's bottom. "Mmm, I like the sound of that."
"Do you guys see that clump of bushes over there?" Zandra asked. "That should give us enough shelter if the night stays warm like this. We can make love, then shift into... what kind of animals do they have in ancient Rome, Sefu?"
"Wolves, dogs, horses. In the arena they had lions and tigers and stuff, but they wouldn't be roaming the countryside."
"We'll figure it out." Zandra ran her hand over Sefu's crotch. Like Tiago, he had shifted into black trousers, a T-shirt and boots while Zandra had shapeshifted into a red sundress. The attire was probably completely wrong for this time and place, but they'd deal with wardrobe later. She brushed past Tiago, caressing his chest on the way, and headed toward the bushes. "Right now let's enjoy the night, and who knows, maybe this time the machine will take off before we run into trouble."
"I'm all for enjoying the night." Sefu grinned, shifting out of his pants and stroking his magnificent cock.
She smiled at him. She didn't doubt it. Sefu's sexual appetite could at times challenge even an experienced pleasure shifter like Zandra...