All Wrapped Up Vol 3 by Jade Buchanan, Marteeka Karland, Lena Austin, Emma Ray Garrett

All Wrapped Up Vol. 3 (Collection)

by Lena Austin and Marteeka Karland and Emma Ray Garrett and Jade BuchananCover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-59596-822-7

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, BDSM, Collections

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires

Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 306

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Blurb:
Bound to Please by Jade Buchanan: Melaina Carey has a secret she's desperate to keep hidden from her nest mates. Tristan and Dougal are going to have to prove they're man -- and vampire -- enough to control her every move. (Warning: Includes blood play, rope bondage, and erotic pain.)
Caught by Marteeka Karland: Zuri Starbreeze is a bounty hunter on the trail of a cold-blooded killer. What she doesn't know is that Cade's hunting her. Zuri can resist and risk the wrath of a killer, or submit -- and risk losing herself in a den kinky bondage and wild sex. No matter her choice, she won't come out of this the same.
Bonds of Matrimony by Lena Austin: Alex has had enough of living with a hellcat who jumps at the sound of a ringing com unit. He and Millicent have become a dysfunctional pair bond. He'd give anything to have things the way they were, but if Millicent knew his true fantasies, she'd run. Wouldn't she?
Torqued by Emma Ray Garrett: Being a dominatrix gives Agent Pru Gordon access to the Nightside -- and lets her fulfill her fantasies at the same time. It's the perfect life. Until she meets vampires Gage Mills and Ro Thomas. When two of the darkest predators around meet up with the best Controller alive, things are bound to get messy... Just what the Domme ordered.
Publisher's Note: Please note that not all genres and themes apply to the entire collection.
Excerpt:
All Wrapped Up 3 (Collection)
Excerpt from Bound to Please
Jade Buchanan
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"They're gonna be super pissed," Malcolm observed, shrugging off the glare she sent him.
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do, Colly?" she called him by his nickname. "I couldn't stay there and go through a repeat of this morning. They're gonna want to know what's wrong with me."
She shook her head, sliding off the picnic table to pace in front of it. A flash of blue and red caught her eye, the swing set beckoning her. Whispered promises of another time in her life, one where she wasn't afraid. Back when she didn't know anything about the monsters in the night. Back before she became one of them.
She could hear the sounds of children, screaming and laughing, flitting through her mind. The glorious, clean smell of summer. The exhilarating rush of running around the slide, desperate to be the next one to go down its heated metal length, wincing when it burned sensitive thighs under colorful shorts.
They would fight over who got to sit on the yellow, laughing duck. His orange beak a bright splash of color, a counterpoint to Mr. Frog with his red mouth on the other end of the teeter-totter. She and Malcolm had spent years here, always the same.
She sat down in one of the swings, the strip of blue rubber conforming to her hips. Pushing off with her feet, she swung back and forth slowly. "When did it change, Colly? When did it become so faded, so rusty?" she asked, contemplatively.
Malcolm shrugged, flicking his gaze around the playground.
"The paint is peeling on the metal. The fence is five different colors from continuously having to paint over the graffiti. Was it always like this and we just didn't notice it?" she mused, kicking her feet up. Looking back at Malcolm, she saw him watching her, studying her.
"Things change, Mel." He met her eyes. "What are you gonna tell them?"
Now it was her turn to shrug.
"You have to tell them something," he said, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Cocking her head, she listened to the sounds of the night. The squeak of the chains as she pushed back and forth on the swing, the rustling of the trees, the slow inhale and exhale coming from her brother. "I can't tell them the truth."
"Why not?" he asked with a huff. Standing up, Malcolm placed both hands on his hips, glowering at her.
"Seriously? You seriously have to ask me that? Uh, maybe because I'm a fucking vampire and I can't even do the whole vamp thing normally."
"They're gonna find out one way or another. It might be better if you just tell them. I mean, c'mon! You can't be the only person to ever have this problem. It's not like it isn't treatable and --" Mel threw out her hand, startling her brother and cutting off his next words. She froze, breathing erratically. Ten seconds went by, incredibly slow.
"Well? Aren't you going to finish your sentence, Malcolm? Pray tell, what exactly could Melaina have that is treatable?" Tristan growled, his normally calm voice ragged. His accent roughened, becoming more noticeable.
They appeared out of the night, separating from the shadows that had kept them hidden from view. Tristan glided forward, followed by the dark, stalking figure of Dougal.
The two men separated, surrounding her.
Dougal slid up behind her, grabbing the metal chains of the swing in his large hands, halting her movement when she tried to get up. Tristan blocked her front, staring down at her fiercely.
Crap, it wasn't supposed to be like this. She hadn't had enough time to come up with an excuse. Stalling for time, she remained silent.
"Uh, guys..." Malcolm said, trailing off when Tristan threw him a smoldering glare.
"Leave us," Dougal snarled.
"Yeah, I'll just be going then. Right... I'll just be..." Malcolm ignored her pleading eyes. Turning swiftly, he walked out of the park, leaving her with the two vampires.
"Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. But when we walk out of this park, we are going to know what is wrong with you. Is that clear?" Dougal whispered, caressing the shell of her ear with his breath.
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All Wrapped Up Volume 1: Ann Jacobs, Dakota Cassidy, Kate Hill, Angela Knight

All Wrapped Up Vol. 1

by Ann Jacobs and Dakota Cassidy and Kate Hill and Angela Knight Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-552-5

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, BDSM

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters

Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 267

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Blurb:

Four exceptional authors, four enticing stories. Wrap yourself up in the heat of the best in erotic romance from Changeling Press.
Angela Knight -- Blood Service
Adiva Mayhew is a spy -- and a damn good one. But now she's running for her life from a deadly bounty hunter -- who's also a Vampire...
Ann Jacobs -- Branded
Cole Callender -- an entrepreneur with an eye to the future. Branded a sexual deviant under Earth laws, Cole adopts Obsidion as his future.
Dakota Cassidy -- Slave School Dropout
Nyla is a cat. So is Lucas. Nyla is an Egyptian Mau, descendant of the Goddess Bast. Lucas... isn't. In fact, he's a Tom cat. Unlikely lifemates at best.
Kate Hill -- Tainted Kisses
Niabi's only choice is to strike a bargain with Etlu -- the humans' lives in exchange for her complete surrender to his desires.
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All Wrapped Up, Vol. 1
Excerpt from All Wrapped Up: Blood Service
Angela Knight
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"What exactly are you proposing?"
"It strikes me that it would be a waste to hand a high-level bloodthrall over to an ignorant thug like Tang." The vampire lowered his head next to her ear. His breath felt seductively warm. "On the other hand, I could always use two million credits. Convince me to keep you."
Adiva swallowed. Before coming to this world with Jorge, she'd undergone the surgical procedure that had made her a "bloodthrall" -- a perfect donor for her new vampire partner. Vamps coveted relationships with willing bloodthralls, preferring them over drinking synthetic blood. Still..."You'd violate a contract with General Tang?"
"I have no contract with Tang. He put a bounty out on you, but I don't have to collect it. If, that is, you prove sufficiently convincing."
"What guarantee do I have that you won't turn me in anyway?"
"None, of course." His tone was blandly matter-of-fact. "May I remind you, I don't have to give you any guarantees, Adiva. You're the one who has to convince me."
She licked her dry lips. "How do you propose I do that?"
A long silence ticked by as he let her sweat. "According to your dossier, you're a seventeenth level submissive. Quite high, and relatively rare. I'm a twenty-first level dominant. That means I've got a nasty streak I rarely have the opportunity to indulge -- sexually, at least."
"Meaning that those you pursue are fair game for whatever sadism you care to practice." And he cared to practice quite a bit, according to his file.
She felt him shrug against her. "Given that my typical prey runs toward pedophiles and serial murderers, I don't lose much sleep over what I do to them."
"Yeah, well, I'm neither of those things. So why the fuck are you tormenting me?"
"Darling, you managed to piss the wrong people off during a war. What did you expect?"
"Tang is psychotic! The Adorevians have a right to overthrow..." She broke off, reining in her outrage and reaching for calm. "Never mind. Spell it out for me, Vigilante, or whatever the hell you call yourself. How do I 'convince' you?"
His smile was slow and dark. "Why, by submitting, darling."
"To what?"
"Isn't it obvious? Whatever I want."
She swallowed, all too aware of him -- his hard, hot body crowding her much smaller one. He was just so damn big. So damn male. With every breath, her senses filled with his scent, masculine and dark and more than a little wild. "So what do you want?"
The Vigilante laughed softly. "That's the question, isn't it?" He leaned into her. She realized that the thick ridge pressing against her ass was an impressive erection.
"Choose, Adiva. Convince me. Or don't."
She licked her dry lips, intrigued despite herself by that promising cock. Jorge had not been a small man by any means, but Vigilante felt massive. How would he feel thrusting hard into her cunt, stretching her, tormenting her? She'd dreamed of a lover like that. And she didn't want to die without experiencing one.
"I think you'll find me very convincing..." Adiva had to swallow before she could give him the title she knew he'd demand. "... Master."
He laughed. The sound was rich with satisfaction and triumph. "Then why don't we get started?" He released her throat and found the seal on her jacket. "Let's see what you have to offer."
"Here?" she protested instinctively. "But anybody could come along!"
"And you assume that matters to me?" His tone was coolly pleasant, but she heard the steel beneath.
Adiva swallowed. "No, I imagine you'd strip me naked in front of half the station if it suited you."
He laughed softly. "You assume right…"
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