Fire and Ice Collection by Alecia Monaco

Fire and Ice (Collection)
by Alecia Monaco

Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-697-3
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Collection
Page Count: 157

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Blurb
Fae, vampires, a werewolf, an ice maiden, and a banshee collide in this collection of Celtic tales.
Cabin Fever: There's trouble brewing in the preternatural community of Snowfire, Alaska. The only way to stave off certain war is for the leaders of the weres, witches, and vampires to form a sexual triad. When these three hit the sheets, cabin fever is the last thing on their minds!
Ice Maiden: When Sebastian creates an ice sculpture, he makes an ice maiden whose frozen beauty surpasses his wildest dreams. He begins to wonder if the perfect woman might be a reality, after all. That is, if he can keep her from melting away when dawn falls...
King Jack's Ball: All Hallows Eve... destined to be yet another humdrum event among the Court of the Dark Sidhe, until a whisper of magic touches the party goers. Can a spell cast by the legendary pumpkin king evoke sizzling passion between a blood fey and a Sidhe princess?
Kiss of the Fairy: Siobhan, the Irish Love Fairy, makes matches for Irish people everywhere. When Patrick O'Neil turns out to be matchless, Siobhan must assume human form and find out why Patrick seems destined to be single. There's more to the story than she ever imagined...
Romancing the Banshee: Aisling is a banshee, one of the Celtic fairies in charge of sounding the death call for mortals. But the sexy mortal in question happens to be immune to Aisling's death call. The passion between them seems unavoidable. But who wants Declan dead -- and why?

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Fire & Ice (Collection)
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"I take it you all understand why you're here." Torngasak stroked his long white beard with a frail hand.
Aurora Tabor gave the wizard a cautious glance before turning to the two men opposite her. The hungry expression in their eyes was enough to tell her everything she needed to know and more. "Yes." She nodded slowly. "I think we're all clear about our mission here."
"Good." Torngasak cleared his throat. "The preternatural community is counting on the three of you to form a triad tonight." The ancient wizard inclined his head toward Amal. "The full moon is only one night away, so your pack will be one day away from shifting." Torngasak's gaze moved slowly back to Aurora. "The timing is very important."
Isn't it always, Aurora thought, trying not to roll her eyes. As high priestess of the ice witches, it was her job to form an alliance with the local vampires and shifters.
Unfortunately, the only way to create a triad of power was through sex.
A three-way, to be more specific.
"You will all three be locked in this cabin until just before dawn." The wizard looked at his gold pocket watch. "That should give you plenty of time to complete your task." He glanced at the vampire across from him. "As you are a daywalker, there's no need to worry about exposing you to the sun?"
Ellis nodded his head. "Correct."
The wizard sighed. "Then I leave you three to your mission."
With a click of the lock, the wizard shut the door, trapping the three of them in the mountain cabin together for the night.

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I Was a Vampire Wedding Planner Collection by Alecia Monaco

I Was a Vampire Wedding Planner (Collection)
by Alecia Monaco

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-102-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor, Collections
Theme(s): Vampires, BBW
Series: Lone Star Vampires
Length: Collection

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Even a vampire’s got to earn a living…

Vampire wedding planner Jade Simons is used to dealing with the unusual. But when Renaldi D’Aria steps into her office, business suddenly turns personal. Jade’s everything Renaldi’s ever wanted -- the kind of woman he can’t wait to sink his fangs -- and a few other things -- into. But can Renaldi teach Jade to see herself through his eyes?

Agent Katya Stern is on the trail of a killer, tracking energy signatures at every vampire hangout in Houston -- til she collides with sexy vampire cowboy Rex Fontainebleau. Their accidental link gives them an insatiable hunger for one another -- but is it enough to keep a slayer and a vampire together when connection fades?

Princess Phaedra’s manicure budget alone is enough to bankrupt the treasury of her father’s small Texas Fey kingdom. Which leads her to take a job in Houston’s infamous vampire district, at a club called Black Pearl. Vance, the club’s owner, sees in Phaedra what she’d only begun to suspect herself -- that she’s capable of becoming the ultimate submissive.

Cameron Zane can’t stand the sight of vampires, until he gets an eyeful of Eden Lockhart. Eden’s got more curves than most guys can handle -- and a killer hot on her trail. Cameron’s going to prove he can take care of all her needs… in more ways than one.

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“Yes, that’s right.” Jade Simons rolled her eyes and adjusted the microphone of her telephone headset. “No roses.” She listened patiently. “I realize that roses are a staple for wedding arrangements, but the bride and groom are vampires.” She listened for the florist’s incredulous reaction, and got it in record time. “Yes, I said vampires.” She waited for the florist’s squealing reaction to die down. “Well, they are legal citizens now, and as such, are allowed to vote, own property… and marry.”
And thank goodness for that. The new vampire citizenry had helped Jade turn Nocturnal Nuptials from a one-employee operation to a fully staffed wedding planning firm.
Now, if some like-minded soul would open a vampire-oriented florist, she’d be in seventh heaven.
“Orchids would be lovely.” She scrawled a few notes. “The bride does prefer white flowers.” As she’d learned during the past year, while some vamps enjoyed playing with the dark and brooding stereotype, plenty of her brides wanted pastel floral arrangements and Vera Wang gowns. “If you could have a courier bring over your portfolio, I’m sure the bride and groom can find something they’ll love.”
Jade made arrangements for the portfolio to be delivered to Nocturnal Nuptials, and penciled in a note in the planner she’d set aside just for the Kintari wedding. She’d show the couple the portfolio at their appointment the next evening. An appointment, she reminded herself, that she’d have to work in sometime between taking her cat, Tuesday, to the vet and picking up a case of synthetic blood so she could offer her clients a beverage.
She ended the call with a sigh. Florists just didn’t seem to understand the finer points of vampirism. While not all vampires were allergic to roses, those from certain bloodlines could become violently ill when exposed to a single American Beauty.
The future Mrs. Kintari was one such vamp.
When the rest of the wedding service industry finally caught up with the times, it would be one happy day for Jade. Few businesses kept nighttime hours, so she worked in the late afternoons, carrying on the much needed work of talking to flower shops, caterers and jewelers. Clothing designers seemed to be more flexible. She’d never run into a problem with scheduling a fitting for a gown or suit after dark, which was when she saw almost all of her clients, unless half the couple happened to be human -- a phenomenon, she noted, that was becoming increasingly more common.
All special needs aside, working with vampires was still preferable to her former job as assistant to one of Houston’s busiest wedding planners. She had enough Bridezilla stories from working at that place to give Stephen King nightmares. What were a few ancient and extremely powerful vampires compared to dealing with a single overbearing mother of the bride?
That was one great thing about the undead. They usually didn’t come with parents.
Her desktop intercom buzzed. She punched a button with a French manicured nail. “Yes?”
“Your six o’clock is here.” Her assistant’s chipper voice blared through the speaker like an overdose of caffeine.
“Thank you, Avery.” She smoothed her curls back by force of habit, hoping the casual upswept style she’d coerced them into that afternoon had held up halfway well. “Send them in.”
“Not them,” Avery said, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper. “Just him. And what a hunka-hunka burning undead love he is.”
“Er… thank you, Avery.” She pulled the file for her six o’clock from her inbox. “I think.”
She glanced at the neatly typed file label. Dimero/Angelle. Opening the file, she glanced at their application. Both were vampires, he much older than she. He’d been in the States for centuries, while she had recently emigrated from France. Nothing unusual there, except for the groom being a low level officer of the Vampire Court.
Jade shrugged, setting the file to one side and opening a fresh new copy of the pink planning book she used for each event. It was certainly unusual for the groom to come to the first meeting alone, but not unheard of. Maybe the bride would be along shortly. She could’ve gotten caught in traffic. Or she could be a late riser, unable to leave her daytime retreat until the sun was well below the horizon and full dark had arrived. Either way…
“Ms. Simons?” A deep male voice with the faintest undertone of an accent interrupted her musings.
She looked up, her features arranged into the smile she used for clients. But the tall figure before her made it hard to smile. He made it hard to think. Heck, he made it hard to do anything but drool.
He crossed the room to her desk in a few long strides, holding out a hand to her. “Allow me to introduce myself.” Eyes the golden brown of priceless amber met hers. She found her hand enclosed in his grip, which was both warm and powerful. “I am Renaldi D’Aria, the best man for Antonio Dimero. I come to you on his behalf.”
Her sense of professionalism saved her, stopping her from undressing him with her eyes right then and there. “Of course.” She pulled her hand from his with difficulty. His gaze still held hers, not in an attempt to spellbind her -- she’d worked with too many vamps to fall for that particular trick -- but with intense curiosity. It unnerved her. She smoothed her hair again and then gestured to the comfortable overstuffed chairs facing her desk. “Please, have a seat.”
He folded all six feet three inches of lean muscle into the chair across from her. “I’m so glad you could work me into your schedule. You seem to be the only wedding planner in Houston that caters to our kind.” He said the last two words in an offhand manner that told her he was one of the older ones, comfortable with himself both as a man and as a vampire.
“It’s no trouble at all.” She tried not to stare, turning her attention to the file she’d laid out on her desk. But it was hard to drag her focus from him. Vampires tended to be the gorgeous, ageless creatures that centuries of myth had portrayed them to be, but Renaldi D’Aria blew the competition away. Perfectly chiseled features, from his high angular cheekbones to his strong nose and blatantly sensual mouth, added up to a face that would’ve made Michelangelo weep. Olive skin, luminescent with that glow that only vampires seemed to possess, covered his impressive form. Lush black waves of hair fell to his shoulders in a carelessly graceful style that almost begged to be touched.
But touching him needed to be the last thing on her mind. Business, Jade. Remember the first rule of professionalism? Never get romantically involved with the clients.

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Anthology-- Masquerade

Masquerade (Anthology)
by Camille Anthony and Alecia Monaco and Ann Vremont and Dawn Montgomery and Leila Brown and Belinda McBride and Anne Kane

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-168-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Seven pieces of Carnival magic, from seven of our favorite Changelings.

N’Wahlns Cravings by Camille Anthony

The decadent smell of chocolate oozed out the door… only a woman would name her shoppe Cravings. Whimsical. Sexy.
What the sync? I never think like that. Certainly, never in conjuncture with Humans. But New Orleans has a long history of dealing with the unusual.

Midnight at Montgomery’s by Ann Vremont

The final night of Carnival in Mobile. Power building, like a bad storm coming up off the Gulf. Something’s on the other side of the door. What’s it to be this time -- silver bullets… crucifix… or sex?

Cajun Heat by Anne Kane

Shaken by her boyfriend’s betrayal, Stacey dons a mask and goes to Mardi Gras party, determined to seduce a gorgeous hunk and prove to herself that she’s just as desirable as she’s always been. A night of fantastic sex with a masked stranger should do the trick…

Candle Magick by Leila Brown

Selene Houston is a woman on a mission. It's the middle of Madri Gras and she’s finally figured out that her ex-lover Gabriel was the one who stole her personal voodoo doll. A doll made by her grandma and a true object of power, she'll do almost anything to get it back.
Gabriel wants his ex back. She’s a voodoo priestess with more power than he can ever hope to obtain, but he'll do whatever it takes to show her they belong together.

Jimmy the Dog by Belinda McBride

On Mardi Gras night, Erin goes looking for her philandering boyfriend. Instead she finds something rare and precious, something she lost long ago: Jonelle.

Voudou Queen by Alecia Monaco

Purple, green, and gold -- the colors of Mardi Gras, the colors of Magic. Offerings left by those who seek the spirit of a long dead priestess -- Voudou’s most infamous queen -- for help with an impossible wish.

Hot Vixen by Dawn Montgomery

Gracie's in heat. A night on the town in celebration of Mardi Gras has brought out the Reynards, Josh and Steven, two wicked foxes determined to seduce the vixen. If she has her way, they'll be eating out of her hand in no time. Little does she know they intend to be doing far more than that...

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Dimly, I heard a swishing and then a perky voice said, “Welcome to Cravings, where we satisfy. Did you say something about five hundred pens? We don’t have those kinds of molds here, but I do have an order of…” The voice paused. I’m guessing this was when she noticed me bent over in agony. “Heavens, are you all right? Should I call a mediflitter?” Alarm froze her features as she looked at the disarray of platters. “Was it the samples?”
Her soft Earth-accented voice washed over me, negating the pain. Cautiously, stiff from the suffering, I eased into an upright position, tearing eyes locking on -- Oh, Adrona singing! -- my mate!
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
It hadn’t been the scent of chocolate doubling me over. It was inhaling the pheromones of my biological and spiritual match. The pain had been my body realigning itself, coming into synchronous alignment with the one female destined to complete me. And I, her. Shocked, mouth agape, I stared at a vision of… Humanness. Not exactly what I’d been raised to expect, yet I found her differences enticing.
Short compared to me, lushly curved and brown all over -- not a color naturally occurring among my people, her brown hair was a shiny nimbus of soft curls about her dark face. Lively deep brown eyes sat above a flaring nose and thick lips shining a deep, sleek brown. Brother of Winds, I wanted to bite that lower, pouty cushion, sink my forefangs right into it. And… ah, her breasts!
She probably thought them primly hidden beneath her blouse, but my visual range encompasses the infrared, and the full rounded bounty of flesh, the two meaty little nipples standing so sweetly at attention were fully visible to me. I wanted to eat her up.

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Hot Flash! Cabin Fever by Alecia Monaco

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There’s trouble brewing in the preternatural community of mystical Snowfire, Alaska. The only way to stave off certain war is for the leaders of the weres, witches, and vampires to form a sexual triad. It’s up to one sexy daywalking vampire, a werewolf on the verge of shifting, and an ice wielding witch to get the job done. When these three hit the sheets, cabin fever is the last thing on their minds!

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Gingersnaps: Christmas Knight by Alecia Monaco

Gingersnaps: Christmas Knight
by Alecia Monaco

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-614-8
Genre(s): Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, BBW, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: Gingersnaps
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

It’s Christmas Eve, and a blizzard has struck the war-torn land of Amberlyn. Nox Blackthorne, a noble knight, wounded in battle against the repressive forces of the new regime, seeks refuge at the only light in the storm: a solitary cottage set on a snow-covered hill.
Marisol St. Claire is a witch, an expert in the ways of sexual healing now outlawed by the new regime. While she’s willing to shelter the wounded knight and share her Christmas Eve with him, she’s reluctant to heal him for fear of being reported and imprisoned. But soon, more than a need to heal overcomes them both…

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“Come on, Rudolphus,” Nox Blackthorne urged his horse. “Another mile or so, and we’ll be in safer territory.”
The horse wouldn’t budge. Proof, Nox mused, that the steed had better sense than the rider.
It was no small wonder that Rudolphus refused to move another inch. They’d endured a close skirmish with King Edouard’s forces earlier -- Nox almost spat at even thinking of that scurvy illegitimate cur as the king -- leaving both horse and rider with injuries. A lance had grazed the black steed’s flank, only to make a detour and pierce the knight’s war-torn armor. Nox had his own suspicions about how a lance managed to pierce chainmail, none of which flattered the king.
With a groan of pain, he clutched his side, wincing. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered with a sticky reddish-black liquid.
He was losing blood, rapidly.
Not that he regretted his service to King Reginald, the true king. Ever since Reginald’s half-brother Edouard had overthrown the old monarchy, the land of Amberlyn had been caught in the throes of a civil war so violent and bloody, it dwarfed every conflict of the past ten centuries. Edouard had instituted a new regime with laws banning magic and wizardry, draining the life’s blood of Amberlyn with one stroke of his quill. Now there were no healers, save a few clumsy apothecaries. Midwifery had become a crime, and it had become illegal to practice alchemy or any of the old arts.
Humans were dying like the proverbial flies.
And things were worse for non-humans. The elves, dwarves, and pixie folk who’d coexisted peacefully with their human neighbors were now all but outlaws. Such restrictions had been placed on them that they could hardly leave their homes.
It was a travesty, Nox thought for the thousandth time. Ending Edouard’s reign of terror was worth enduring an injury, a dozen injuries.
It was worth his life.
But it was Christmas Eve, and even the most loyal servant of the true king couldn’t help but long for the comforts of home -- a warm hearth with a crackling fire, the scent of evergreen boughs decking the room, the cozy glow of candles in the window, and a hot meal to share with a beautiful woman.
A dream, Nox thought with a rueful sigh, which had about as much to do with his present circumstances as all of the king’s stolen gold. He’d be lucky to find any sort of shelter for himself and his horse on such a night. The December wind bit at his exposed face, and the beginnings of what promised to be an avalanche of a snowstorm had begun to drift to the ground.
“Merry Christmas, Rudolphus.” The knight shook his head. “May we be so lucky as to find a cave before the storm strikes.”
The horse, seeming to understand, began to trot wearily up the hill.

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