White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws by Selena Illyria

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Werewolves, BBW, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27
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Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The noise was faint, and yet she heard it loud and clear. Her inner wolf wanted to pad to the door to investigate, but Nessa refused. There was no way in hell she was being a horror movie victim, going to peek at things rumbling around in the basement. Nope. She'd stay right where she was -- on the couch, under a blanket, with a book and a mug of tea with lemon on the coffee table nearby. If a monster came barreling through the door, he'd get a willing victim. Her bout of the flu might be over, but she was still feeling lethargic.
The undoubtedly ugly, slimy, furry, hairy, sharp-toothed thing from a lagoon in outer space wouldn't find a better meal. Her wolf hated it but she couldn't care less. All she'd wanted for Christmas was to catch a flight to see her family. Instead, she'd overslept and tried to hack up a lung while her brain wanted out through her nose. Werewolves don't get sick, her ass. Oh, they get sick all right, because people can't cover their mouths or use hand wipes and tissues. She'd been suffering a week.
Now there was something wanting in her door. She sighed and went back to reading. Scratch all you want but you won't get in. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A scent drifted under the door, a sweet, minty smell which perked up her senses and made her salivate. Underneath the sweetness was an undertone of meat.
She pushed back the blankets and shuffled over to the door. That smell could only be one thing -- Cynn's Minty Chocolate Holiday Delicate cupcakes. It was a dessert that melted in your mouth. They were filled with the smoothest, white chocolate ganache filling while giving you a nice punch of mint, a pinch of vanilla, and the most decadent chocolate you've ever tasted. "Cupcakes! And steak?"
She slid down to the floor and sniffed at the cupcakes through the keyhole. Nessa felt like an idiot but she didn't care. It had been ages since she'd had any sweets. Her doctor had forbidden it. To top it off, her mate was off doing Pack business.
So here she was, sick, lonely and dealing with temptation on every street corner. And now some inhuman monster was trying to get her to open the door, using cupcakes and steak as bait. She whimpered.
"Nessa, honey, you okay? Are you in pain?" Ben's whisky-smooth, southern drawl drifted through the wood as if there was nothing between them. She groaned as her pussy clenched. She'd missed that voice so much. Nessa could practically feel his body heat seeping into the wood. Closing her eyes, past the immediate smell of cupcakes and steak, she could smell his distinctive woodsy and spicy scent with just a hint of wolf musk, tea, lemon and a dash of cardamom. Ben. She sighed and sagged against the door. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
"Nessa, babe? Answer me, sugar, or I'll have to break down the door." The stern warning only ignited her arousal. She could picture him just beyond the door, adjusting his glasses, his thick shoulders filling out his simple, red plaid shirt to the limit, wearing worn jeans that fit him like a second skin, and simple boots.
"Nessa." Her name may have been a warning, but to her it was a sexy command, demanding she be ready to do anything he wanted sexually. All thoughts of illness and food fled as the need to come together with her mate, to feel him skin to skin, took over.
"Ben," she sighed.
"Jesus, Ness! Are you all right or not?" There was a scratching at the lock, and the door opened. "Oh, I see."
She gazed at him hungrily. He was yummy to look at, classically handsome with a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.
There was just so much he didn't understand.
Although he was a twenty-five-year-old second-in-command for the Pack, who managed every aspect of their lives and cleaned up their messes, she didn't need him to save her. No matter how many times she'd told him that, it didn't sink in. She was thirty-one years old and had been taking care of herself since she was sixteen.
"What?" He hadn't moved, and she was wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he thought she was another mess he needed to clean up, an obligation he needed to take care of for the pack. She'd never voiced those thoughts, but they still came up. They had sex, and he did stop by to check on her, but she got the distinct feeling that sometimes he just didn't know why he was there.
"It's Christmas. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were and share a meal with you. Spend some time with you."
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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws by Selena Illyria

Series: White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws

Excerpt Rating (R)

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW

ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8

Novella:

Blurb:

After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.

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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws

Selena Illyria

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She was going to focus on them, and what it meant to be a mated couple.

      First, they would connect physically and then talk. She felt they needed to get the sex out the way before any progress could be made. Talking wouldn't have any effect if they were both thinking about fucking or satisfying the need that had started an hour or so ago when Ben had shown up with cupcakes. They were a good start.

      With a sigh, she dug a fork into the cupcake. “Perhaps it's time I really show him that I'm committed to him, rather than the other way around,” she said to no one.

      Finishing her cupcake, she took her mug of hot chocolate into her. When she entered she found it set up for romance; candles were lit and soft music playing. She found him in the bathroom with the water running in the shower.

      “You shower and relax. I'll go get my bag.” Not waiting for answer, he left her alone.

      With nothing else to do but follow his direction, she stripped and got into the shower, allowing the water to run over her. She was thankful she'd gotten her hair straightened so there wouldn't be a huge curly, tangled mess, and it would be very easy to dry.

      The thought of Ben pampering her by drying her hair, sent liquid warmth through her belly. Ben always wanted to do things for her and pamper her in any way she would let him. He was her mate after all. Ben should be allowed to be involved in some of her more personal rituals and intimate moments -- not all of them, but some.

      The warm water sluiced over her body, chasing away some of the alcoholic haze and clearing her thoughts. She could say, in all honesty, that she appreciated him not taking advantage of her in her tipsy state. Even though she was very willing, it meant a lot that he wanted her in a clear state of mind when they did have sex again.

      As she washed her body, ripples of heat slid along her skin. Desire flared hot, raising goose bumps. Moaning, she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze before moving to pinch and roll her thick nipples between her fingers. Electric shocks shot straight to her pussy. Her inner muscles quivered as the throbbing of her clit became more demanding.

      She didn't want to come by her own ministrations. Nessa wanted Ben's hands her body and to feel him skin to skin. She wanted to feel the glide of his cock against the cleft of her ass, teasing her with his touch before he slid the shaft between her thighs to taunt the aching bundle of her nerves and then sink into her needy sheath.

      Moaning, she slipped a hand between her legs and flicked her clit. She thrummed the bud over and over again, setting off sparks deep in her vagina. Rocking back on her heels, she rested her bottom against the wall and slid down the wall to sit in her tub.

      Stroking and pinching her clit and massaging her breast, she brought herself closer to the edge while tingles raced along her legs and up and down her spine. Over and over again she brought herself to the edge but kept pulled back. Nessa wanted to wait for Ben.

      A small creak of the door hinge alerted her to her mate's arrival. A frisson of heat sliced down her spine to hum in her pussy. Her stomach muscles clenched as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Now she would get what she wanted. She was in a fog of desire and a need to connect with Ben physically.

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Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale by Camille Anthony

Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale

by Camille Anthony

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-90521-706-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, BBW
Series: Bunny Tails
Length: Novella
Page Count: 92

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Blurb:

Vance is in the doghouse with Ouida. He's made a mistake that might cost him the love of his life. Just when he thinks things can't get any worse, an old enemy shows up, injuring his friend and his former Lieutenant Xen, and kidnapping their mate.
Vance has shown mercy before, but now it's time to bring the curtain down on this saga of vengeance. No matter what it takes, Vance is going to convince Xen to forgive him, get their mate back, and teach his enemy once and for all, it's a fatal mistake to mess with this Alpha's family.
Patrick Smith will soon learn werewolves have no enemies... because they eat them.

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Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale
Camille Anthony
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"Xen, we need to talk. Privately, please."
The black wolf turned to face me, ears perked forward, questioning glance sharp. I knew the tone of my voice gave me away. Without a word, he shook himself, shifted to Skin guise and pulled on some clothes, and slipped on shoes. With a quiet yip to alert Brax and Usher, who were watching a movie on low, so as not to disturb a sleeping Chase, we left the apartment.
"What's up?" We'd barely cleared the walkway leading to the complex's enclosed garden area before he'd launched into his questioning. "There's not much we couldn't share with Brax and Usher, but it's not them so much as Chase might overhear. I figure it has to be personal, and that means something to do with Ouida."
I sighed, dreading his reaction, but I had to set things right with him. The only way to do that was to just come clean. "One of the pups Ouida is carrying is yours. Somehow, you managed to bond with her even though she'd already bonded with me."
Xen froze in place. The astounded look on his face would have been comical if this situation hadn't been so serious. At his side, his hands bunched into fists. The tension radiating throughout his body was evident by the bristling fur at his ruff, only partially hidden by his shirt collar. His voice came out more like a growl. "What are you saying?"
"You've felt it all along. The connection between the two of you is too strong to ignore. That's why you sent her a phone to stay in touch, knowing it was against our laws. And it's why she refused to give that phone up, even when I demanded it of her point blank. It's why you haven't been able to take another female all this time. You get blue balls whenever you think of her, but the minute you try to fuck someone who's not Ouida, you go limp as a noodle."
Xen started shaking. "How can you know that? Have you had Brax and Usher reporting on me?"
I shook my head. "Nothing so convoluted. I know because I'm the same. No other female interests me. Even when I wasn't fucking her while she healed, I couldn't even think of another, of easing my needs with someone not Ouida, without losing whatever erection I had."
Xen looked away. "I've tried to get her out of my head. I swear I've fought my desire for her, knowing how dishonorable it is." He turned back, met my eyes. "Your friendship means the world to me. I know there's no way we could ever be friends if I tried again to take her from you, and if I was inclined to try, Ouida's made her choice clear in that matter. So why are you telling me this now?" His brows drew together in a frown. "Come to think of it, why are you only just now getting around to telling me this?"
"Because I've only just become aware of it. No." I stopped, refusing to continue wallowing in the lie. "That's not wholly true. I've known for some while that one of the pups was yours. How could I not? I was prepared to raise it as mine."
"And you didn't think I had the right to know a child of my lineage had been created?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off a headache. "Xen, I acknowledge I was wrong in my actions. I've made more mistakes than I can count, so can we save the recriminations for later? Let me just get through this as quickly as possible."
"Talk."
He strode away from me, causing me to lengthen my stride to keep up. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to face me once more. "Damn it, Xen, do you think this is easy? Ouida is my mate. She is bearing my pup. Yet when we last communicated mind-to-mind, I saw the bond she shares with you, shining as bright as the one stretching between her and I."
Xen's eyes were bright with tears, his face wet where they trailed over the sharp blade of his cheekbone. "I've felt her, here." He thumped his chest, continuing to speak through his tears. "Every single day since I parted from her, I've suffered a constant ache because I couldn't be with her. I'd see something beautiful and turn to share it with her, and she wouldn't be there." He drew in a deep breath as he turned away, hiding his face if not his emotions. "I hate you, Vance."
I didn't blame him. I also didn't believe him. We had too much shared history between us. We had Ouida between us. "You're going to have a problem living with me if that's true."
He spun back around, expressions chasing one after another across his face, hope the uppermost. "Living with you?"
"I've spoken with Ouida. She's willing to accept both of us as equal mates, if you and I can come to an agreement about it."
Xen looked skeptical. "It's a common practice during the Fertility Festival, but to share a mate when the festival is over? It's never been done."
"We don't know that. All we know is this pack's tradition, and we've both learned recently that our pack does not make up the whole of our people." I stepped into Xen's personal space, grabbed his forearms. "If we're willing to do this, willing to make this arrangement work, then no one has the right to dictate how we choose to live." I smiled. It was a baring of teeth the other wolf recognized for what it was: a challenge. "Since when have we followed? We've always led. Why change now?"
"Are you really willing to do this, Vance? You're okay with sharing Ouida with me?"
He doubted my sincerity and I didn't blame him. "At first, I confess I felt some resentment, but no longer."
"What changed your mind?"

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Fangs in Frosting by Cynthia Sax

Fangs In Frosting

by Cynthia Sax Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-659-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire

Theme(s): Vampires, BBW

Series: Fangs In

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Hi! My name is Charlotte, and I own the cupcake shop on the corner -- the sole dessert place open late in our neighborhood. My shop has quite a few regular customers but none are as devoted as Viktor -- Mr. Tall, Dark, and Serious. I give him the special treatment, including extra sprinkles on the cupcakes he buys yet never eats, and offering him private tours of my walk-in pantry.
Viktor is a very kinky guy. I never see him before sundown, and he's a biter. Yep, I did him, in the pantry, amongst the boxes of cupcake wrappers and the bags of chocolate chips. During that encounter, he took a little nip out of luscious Lottie, that would be me, and tonight, he's back for more. He says he has plans for me. I hope they don't include clothes.

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Cynthia Sax
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01 Charlotte's Journal
Sweet buttercream filling. The man came back. Through my eyelash supershield, I watch Mr. Tall, Dark, and Serious huddle over a white ceramic mug filled with steaming hot coffee, and a dainty china plate sporting two red velvet cupcakes, the white cream cheese frosting topped with extra chocolate sprinkles. He didn't ask for the extra sprinkles. That's a bonus for banging the owner -- that would be me.
Yep, I did him, or he did me. I don't know which, our hasty encounter being an out of control fuck-for-all in the walk-in pantry. After that multiple orgasmic quickie, I figured Viktor had his fill of big, bold, bosomy me, and when he disappeared into the night, he'd never be seen again. That tends to happen with my lovers.
But I was wrong. He's returned for another helping of luscious Lottie. I smile as the last customer wanders out the door, chocolate smeared on his half-baked face. Our midnight crowd consists mainly of toke smokers, but I don't mind because they'll eat even the day old pastries, and then rave about them to their buddies.
Mr. Fucktastic gets my best stuff, and tonight, I'll rock his rather grim world. I smooth down my happy yellow blouse so the cotton pulls tightly across my generous chest, and I sashay to the door, turning the exterior lights off with a dramatic flick of my fingers.
Like clockwork, Peter, my assistant, wanders out of the kitchen. Flour dusts his hair as though he has been baking, and not avoiding the customers he was hired to serve. I can't fire his rather useless patootie because he's the landlady's deadhead son, and I've been paying that dear, kind woman in banana creams for the past two months. Plus he's adorable.
"All cleaned up, Miss Lottie," he announces with a sheepish smile. Since I cleaned the kitchen an hour ago, I don't find its immaculate condition surprising. "Guess I'll be heading out. Are you okay with...?" He inclines his spearmint green Mohawk head toward my favorite customer.
"I'm fine. Go." My response is unnecessary as Rebel Help has already let himself out, and I make sure the door is locked properly after him. I could be surrounded by axe-wielding fiends, and the kid would still leave on time.
"You need protection." Viktor's deep voice rolls over me like vanilla frosting on a warm lemon sponge cake.
"I'm hoping you brought some, sunshine." I give my gloomy lover a saucy fuck-me smile. "I need your help in the kitchen." This is my attempt at subtle seduction.
"I'm not an employee," he grouses, following me into my home away from home. If the city allowed me to, I'd sleep in my kitchen. That's how much I love it here.
"Too bad because there are some great employee perks." I drift my fingertips over the stainless steel table. This bad boy is all mine. Okay, it mostly belongs to the bank, but my name is on the receipt, and that gives me a giddy sense of ownership.
"That had better be exclusive employee perks." Viktor picks me up, literally and figuratively, and places my butt on the cool flat surface. This is no easy feat because I'm my number one cupcake customer, yet he doesn't even break a sweat, his lean body deceivingly strong.
"Are we exclusive now, sweet stuff?" I gaze up into his eyes. They're the color of the richest Devil food's cake, piped with a circle of red, and are set in a pale, angular face. His dark hair waves back from his face and is tied in a ribbon at his nape. I could so design a cupcake around his striking countenance, and call it the Viktor.
"We're exclusive for all eternity." With that ominous declaration, his mouth covers mine, and all thinking of cupcakes stops, because the man tastes of coffee and chocolate and he kisses like a dream. He is the virtuoso of liplockers, the steamiest of seducers, and I melt against him like butter on a hot plate, grasping his jacket lapels.
He's dressed in his biker gang accountant outfit again -- pairing a black leather suit with a gray shirt. The lack of color has to be contributing to his dour mood, so, as a public service to women everywhere, I push his jacket off his broad shoulders.
Proving that all good turns are rewarded, Viktor kisses me thoroughly, stroking into my mouth, his tongue sliding along mine. We neck like two college kids, sucking on each other's faces, lips pressed against lips. He holds me still as he ravages my mouth, my face sandwiched between his two big hands like he thinks I want to get away from him. I don't. I link my fingers behind his neck, and I pull him closer, spreading my legs in welcome, my staid grass green skirt hiking up to my waist.

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Cafe Midnight: Grande by Cynthia Sax

Café Midnight: Grande

by Cynthia Sax Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-658-4

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Magic, BBW

Series: Café Midnight

Length: Novella

Page Count: 39

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Blurb:
After years of searching, Thorne finally obtains the magic he needs to cross over to another dimension, and kill the goblin who murdered his sister. On the night before that dangerous mission, he heads to Café Midnight, and meets a woman too sexually skilled to keep to himself, and too appealing to leave behind.
When Jazmine orders her Grande coffee, Thorne more than delivers. He is a giant, generous, and willing to share her with his buddies. Upon hearing of his inter-dimensional plot for revenge, the plus-sized beauty is determined not to be left behind. She'll use all the weapons in her sexual arsenal to keep her big man safe.
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Cynthia Sax
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"Can I only get one?" Jazmine scanned the menu board, all of the options appealing to her. Cafe Midnight served up hot men with their coffee, and tonight, she thirsted for a double shot of both.
"Afraid so, miss." The fair-haired pretty boy barista gave her a sympathetic smile.
He was patient and understanding, the type of man who'd thoroughly see to a woman's needs. She wanted a lover with the same characteristics. "Something hot with lots of cream." Jazmine eyed the barista's thin arms. Except her man-whore should be bigger, so she wouldn't have to worry about breaking him. "Grande."
"One Latteccino Grande coming right up." Her order was entered. "If you take a seat, it will be delivered to you." She turned. "Oh and miss?" Jazmine looked over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon." The barista winked.
What did that mean? Her face heated as she strolled to the seating area, choosing a chair in the center where she could see everyone and be seen. Would he fulfill both her orders?
Excitement fluttered in her chest, and Jazmine pondered possible positions, finally deciding they'd first do it with him on top, because if she rode his lean body the way she wanted to, he wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
She smoothed down her low-cut blouse. Given to her as a gift, the black top was a size too small, the soft fabric clinging to her generous curves. Her big breasts were her best feature.
She bet he'd appreciate her breasts. Jazmine gazed lustily at the barista working behind the counter. He'd bury his face in them, and --
"Ma'am? Am I interrupting a private moment?" A massive Viking with blond hair and a face marked with deep scars loomed over her table, a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Should I come back when you're... ummm... done?"
"Oh." She straightened, and, at exactly that moment, the top button of her blouse decided to abandon the good ship Jazmine, shooting into the air, hitting him on the stomach.
He caught the button as it bounced off him, his reflexes lightning fast. "Is this for me?"
His deep voice made her pussy moisten. God. He was huge. Her gaze lowered to the ridge pressing against his cargo pants, and she licked her lips. He was huge all over.
He chuckled, dropping the button into his shirt pocket. "I guess that answers that. Come, Miss..." He set down the coffee cup, and held out his hand.
"Jazmine." She took it, allowing herself to be drawn up, and pulled against his hard body. That ridge in his pants was solid, and he was hot, and she was so fucking horny. Her legs collapsed.
"Whoops." He caught her. "That's enough walking for you, Miss Jazmine." He swung her into his arms. He swung her, plus-sized her, and he didn't even grunt with the effort. She linked her fingers behind his thick neck, and stared at him in wonder.
"You have to save your energy for all the fucking we'll be doing." The corners of his mouth curled upward into a perma-smile, and there were deep laughter lines around his blue eyes. "Please excuse the cussing, Miss Jazmine, but there's no delicate way to phrase the carnal pleasures we'll be engaged in."
Carnal pleasures. Fuck, yes. "You phrased it just fine."
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Wild West: Lone Wolf Justice by Cynthia Sax

Lone Wolf Justice

by Cynthia SaxCover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-632-4

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters, BBW, Men and Women in Uniform, Alternative Universe

Series: Wolves of the Wild West

Length: Novella

Page Count: 37

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Blurb
Diana left her family, friends, and everything else she knew behind her to travel west, fulfilling her destiny as a mail order bride. When she arrives in Big Rock, she discovers the wolf shifter of her dreams isn't the man she is to marry.
With one look at the curvy blonde in the ridiculous pink bonnet, Justice is smitten. She insists he's the man of her dreams, but how can that be? He's a no-account, half-breed lawman, neither wolf nor human, and she's been contracted to another.
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Lone Wolf Justice
Cynthia Sax
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Diana's eyelids grew heavy as she stared out the stagecoach window at the seemingly never-ending expanse of sun-baked brush. Every rotation of the wooden wheels brought her closer to her future and to a bridegroom she'd never met, but after days of continuous travel, her excitement had given way to exhaustion, and she slipped into the vision that had brought her across the country, far from her friends, family, and everything she had ever known.
* * *
Diana shook water out of the clean white linens, then took a clothespin from her homemade apron and clipped the wet cotton to the line. The night breeze rippled the cloth, spraying droplets on her hot, naked body, but she didn't pause to enjoy the decadent sensation. She had a full basket of clothes to hang before her husband came home. When he saw the moonlight reflecting off the brightly colored fabric, he would know she was a good wife, and he would boast to other men about her usefulness. She would be more than simply a pretty face.
A growl rolled through the silence, and Diana turned, the man's shirt she held slapping against her thigh. Facing her was a large brown wolf. His haunches were rounded, and his teeth were bared in a display of primitive possession. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened, as the wolf was wild and fierce and hers.
He ran by her, his soft fur brushing against her legs, and she chased him, laughing, as he darted between the blowing bed sheets, snapping at the cloth, as playful as a pup. He was fast, a creature of the night, and Diana soon lost sight of him.
"Where are you?" she called as she searched, frantic to find him and experience the passion he brought her.
Strong, human hands caught her, and she tumbled into him, landing on a broad, heaving chest covered with brown hair. Her palms pressed against a tight, defined stomach, his hard cock nestled between her thighs. They rolled on the dew-covered grass, their limbs entwining, until she stared up at him, his rugged face silhouetted against a blanket of twinkling stars, his dark eyes gleaming.
"I caught ya," he declared, his deep voice softened by a rumbling drawl. He pinned her to the ground with his hips, grinding her ass into the grass.
"You're mine, Di." He always called her Di. He was the only one who did.
"I've always been yours." That was the truth. A part of her soul had been linked to his for as long as she remembered. "Come." She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, rubbing her pussy juices onto his skin, wantonly pleasuring herself with his body. "And claim me." She was his for the taking.
"Mine," he growled, reminding her of the beast-man he was, and then kissed her, probing the seam of her lips with his tongue and the entrance of her pussy with his hard cock. She opened her mouth, allowing his exploration, and grasped onto his shoulders, needing the reassurance of his solid strength, as he pushed, easing his cock into her, stretching her. He was large, and she whimpered, tilting her hips upward to fully take him, feeling everything, the slide of skin against skin, the raised veins on his shaft, the tickling hairs around his base.
"Mine." He met her gaze, a connection humming between them. It was more than physical. It was the bonding of two lost souls, a merger of paths both present and future. Diana touched his beloved face, feeling the moisture of silently shed tears.
He kissed her palm and began to move, pumping into her with gentle, lazy strokes. She pushed up, meeting him halfway.
"Di, Di, Di." Her lover called her name as he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again, her ass smacking against the grass-covered ground, the dew seeping between her ass cheeks, dripping down her spine.
Diana clutched her cowboy's bulging biceps, pressing her lips to his collarbone, sucking skin, tasting the salt of his exertion. With each thrust, his chest hair rubbed against her sensitive nipples, teasing her into a frenzy of feeling.
His muscles hardened under her fingertips, and he grunted with desire, spiraling her already fever-pitched passion. She was close to coming, and when she did, he would too. He'd spill his seed inside her womb, and they would be one. All she needed was --
* * *
"Ma'am. Ma'am?"
Diana opened her eyes, dazed and confused, need rocking through her body.
The bearded face of one of her fellow passengers filled her field of vision. "If you're needing Big Rock, ma'am, you best get."
She had arrived. "Thank you, sir." Diana clasped her traveling bag, wished the stagecoach occupants a pleasant journey, and stepped down from the vehicle.
"Golly!" a little boy exclaimed, his eyes big in his dirt-covered face.
"Good morning." She smiled at him, moving farther away from the restless horses. The big beasts scared her, but she refused to show that fear, not wishing to embarrass her husband-to-be, wherever he might be. She was in the Wild West, and cowpokes, as she heard the men referred to, loved their horses. "What is your name?" she asked the boy.
The child merely blinked, his mouth hanging open, displaying the remnants of what looked to be his breakfast.
Diana adjusted her best bonnet, ensuring that it wasn't askew. She tucked her unruly curls behind her ears and smoothed down her pink traveling suit. Although she was satisfied she looked presentable, the boy continued to stare and Diana shrugged, dismissing his attentions as a child's inquisitive nature. She'd read that, in some small towns, strangers were a novelty.
Brimming with curiosity, she glanced around her at her new home. The streets were red dirt and lined with wide, wooden boardwalks. Horses were saddled, their reins attached to the hitching posts stationed in front of every whitewashed building. Men stood, leaning against anything they could lean against, their hats worn low, cheroots in hand, watching her. She didn't see Marvin Burton, her prospective bridegroom, the man of her dreams, and none of the other men greeted her with anything other than shock and suspicion. The sun beat down on her shoulders, causing a trickle of perspiration to run down her spine. She swallowed, her throat dry but her smile unwavering. Marvin must be running late. His advertisement had mentioned needing a helpmate. As the town didn't look very large, she would show him how helpful she could be, and meet him at his residence.
"Excuse me," she addressed the boy, bending over to look him in the eyes. "Do you know where I might find Mr. Marvin Burton?"
The child made a yipping sound and ran off, a dust cloud kicking up from his bare feet. Diana watched with a mixture of amusement and frustration. She'd scared him speechless.
"Does anyone know where I might find Mr. Marvin Burton?" She raised her voice. It wasn't ladylike, and her dear momma would be appalled, but Diana knew of no other way to gather the information she sought.
No one answered her...


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Hot Flash: WRONG by Shelby Morgen

WRONG

by Shelby Morgen Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-664-5

Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)

Theme(s): BBW, Cougar

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 22

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Blurb:
Katie's got her eye on tall, dark, and hunky, wrapped in black leather and jeans.
Problem. He's so sinfully sexy, she can't get a word out in his presence. Not to mention the fact that he looks like he's barely legal, at best. She needs to get him out of her system.
Michael's got other ideas. He's set his sights on improving Katie's theory of the Big Bang -- in more ways than one.
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Wrong
Shelby Morgen
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Go for it.
No, no, no. Not going to happen.
Come on, Katie. You can do this.
Absolutely not.
Oh my God. He looks even better without the jacket. Look at that body. And why do you think he's holding the jacket there?
Katie tore her gaze away from the cowboy holding the jacket, firmly deciding not to speculate on what all that black leather might or might not be hiding. "Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book."
Katie picked at the book cover, trying to contain her agitation. This was her third book signing in as many months, and the third time this cowboy had lined up for her autograph. That couldn't be a coincidence. Could it?
Stop staring at his crotch.
She averted her eyes, knowing she was blushing furiously. She looked down at the book in her hands -- her latest release, Cosmic Theory and The Big Bang -- and forced herself to quit thumbing the edge of the flyleaf.
I'd like to show him a big bang.
Oh, that was just wrong. She worked hard at not giggling. Physicists did not giggle. Not at book signings. And not because a handsome stranger stood in her line. Especially not when that sinfully sexy leather clad stranger'd shown up twice before -- for the same book -- and she'd still not been able to get a single word out of her stupid mouth.
You can do this! Come on, Katie. He's next up. Say something. Anything! Speak!
She looked up into the most gorgeous set of blue-green eyes she'd ever seen -- where were his sunglasses? -- and, once again, froze.
"Michael," he supplied.
What? Why was he telling her his name? Oh, so she could sign the book. Flustered, she reached for her pen -- why had she set it down? -- and knocked into her water glass. "Shit!" Katie clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Whoops!" Michael grabbed the glass -- and the pitcher -- just in time.
Michael -- she'd already known his name -- she never forgot names -- had the grace to laugh, just loud enough to cover her indiscretion. Hastily flipping the book open to the title page, she wrote For Michael -- you're a lifesaver! Dr. Catherine Vargen. "Thank you," she managed out loud.
There. She'd done it. She'd actually spoken to him. On some crazy inspiration, she pulled out one of her promo cards. "I'm giving a lecture at the planetarium tonight," she offered.
"What are you doing afterward?"
She blinked, twice, looking, she knew, like an insane owl. "Excuse me?"
"Q & A? Group discussion?"
"Oh." Yes, of course that's what he'd meant. Idiot. "Yes, I'll be fielding questions after the lecture."
"Great. I'll be there."
"Thank you!" she repeated lamely as he headed for the register.
Giving her a great view of tight jeans over a really fine looking ass.
Idiot, idiot, idiot. Quit looking! Jail bait. You'll get yourself arrested!
He couldn't be that young, could he? No. College student. Had to be at least twenty-one or twenty-two, maybe. Still. Twenty years her junior. Wrong. Just plain wrong.
Yeah, well, all she'd done so far was look. Couldn't arrest her for that. Not while he had his clothes on, anyway.
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Caveat Emptor 3: Provoked Lover by Zenobia Renquist

Caveat Emptor: Provoked Lover

by Zenobia Renquist Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-663-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires, Magic, BBW

Series: Caveat Emptor

Length: Novella

Page Count: 46

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Blurb:
After an attack leaves Theron's allies scattered, Sicily finds herself in the care of Lamon, a vampire who looks like he would rather kill her than protect her.
The unlikely pair must become very close -- sexual energy is necessary to disrupt the spell the mages are using to track Sicily.
Emotions become confused as their bodies entwine. Sicily finds herself falling for a man she can't have... or can she?

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Caveat Emptor: Provoked Lover
Zenobia Renquist
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Sicily stared at her phone in disbelief, not believing the number displayed on the caller ID.
Ryver.
She hadn't heard from Ryver in over a week. That was a big deal for Sicily because of the reports of vampires breaking free of their docility charms and then massacring their human masters. Ryver had purchased a vampire, despite Sicily's efforts to talk her best friend out of the purchase.
Sicily had never liked the idea of owning a vampire. It was too much like playing with matches while living in a house soaked with gasoline. She didn't care how safe the mages proclaimed the vampires to be once under the control of the docility charm. Some part of Sicily had always felt the charms would fail. Her worst fears had come true, and her first worry had been Ryver, who had staunchly refused to return her vampire. Only the promise of a daily phone call to assure Ryver's continued health had kept Sicily from dragging the vampire back to the mages herself.
Then one day, Ryver didn't call. Sicily could only keep her paranoia at bay twenty-four hours before she was on the phone with the cops. No trace of Ryver could be found, not even foul play. The cops said she had merely left and forgot to call. After a week of Sicily's incessant phone calls, the cops elevated Ryver's case to a missing person. Ryver was a vampire owner, so the cops and mages assumed she was dead and her body stuffed in an unmarked grave between here and the vampire territories.
Sicily refused to believe that. She couldn't believe that. Ryver had to be alive. The fact that her number was appearing on Sicily's cell proved it.
Sicily pushed the talk button. "Ryver?"
"Sissy!"
"Oh, God, Ryver. It's good to hear from you." Sicily felt happy tears spring to her eyes. Ryver was alive. Nothing else mattered except for that.
"I'm sorry, Sissy. I'm sorry. I should have called sooner and let you know I'm safe."
"Safe where? Where are you?"
There was a pause so long that Sicily thought the call had dropped. She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at the call status. It was still connected. "Ryver, are you still there?"
"I'm here. I'm with Theron in vampire territory."
All of Sicily's happy feelings stopped. She asked in a deadpan voice, "What?"
"Don't worry. I'm safe."
If Ryver had been standing in front of her, Sicily would have shaken the woman until some sense fell out. "Ryver, are you crazy? How can you think you're safe?" Sicily didn't mean to yell, but that was the only volume that would come out of her mouth.
"I am. Theron is with me."
"So what?"
"Sissy, there's something I didn't tell you before." Ryver sighed into the phone. "When the charms started failing, Theron's did too."
"I knew it. I knew it." Being right didn't make Sicily feel better. "What did he do to you?"
Again there was a long silence. Ryver made a surprised squeak before Sicily could think the call might have cut off. Sicily couldn't interpret the sound or guess what had caused it. "Ryver?"
"Anyway, I'm safe with Theron. I need your help, though."
"You want me to call the cops?" Sicily already had her hand on her landline phone. She had the detective assigned to Ryver's case on speed dial.
"No. Nothing like that. I need some way to remove Theron's charm."
The urge to shake Ryver returned. Sicily settled on squeezing the phone. "Why in the hell would you want to remove the docility charm? If it's still working, make him bring you home."
Sicily would have said more but the sudden appearance of five robe-clad men in her living room gave her pause. She looked at each of the men in turn. She tried to ask them what they were doing in her house but no sound left her lips. Several attempts ended with similar results.
The men's sudden appearance, and her inability to make any sound to alert Ryver or anyone else of this intrusion, panicked Sicily. She tried to scream. That didn't work, so she stopped after the first few seconds of nothing.
On the phone, Ryver said in a rush, "Sissy, I know this is all weird to you, and you probably don't believe me, but I'm perfectly safe with Theron. I want to set him free. I was hoping you could help. Didn't you say you dated a mage back in college?"
Sicily tried to tell Ryver that she had more pressing problems than Theron and his stupid docility charm. When her mouth still refused to make sound, she tried to end the call. Sicily thought Ryver was crazy for willingly consorting with a vampire -- and Sicily still had doubts about the willing part -- but Sicily wouldn't let the mages get her. Her fingers refused to move, which meant she couldn't push the end button or toss away the phone.
Ryver asked, "Sissy?"
Sicily found her mouth moving of its own accord. "I'm still here. Yes, I dated a mage in college, but I haven't talked to him since we broke up."
Those weren't her words. Sicily couldn't stop the words from being spoken or say more to warn Ryver that Sicily wasn't the one talking.
"Oh."
"I am friends with another mage, however. You're in luck, since he happens to be a vampire sympathizer."
"You never mentioned him before."
"You never mentioned your vampire was loose." Sicily wanted to snort at that flippant response. It was something she would actually say, and might have said if she had control of her mouth.
Ryver gave a dry laugh. "That's true."
"I'll give him a call, ask him about the charm and then call you back. Okay? You're going to stay by the phone, right?"
"Yes. I'll be right here. Thanks, Sissy."
"No problem. Bye." Sicily pushed the end button, again moving against her will.
Obviously the mages surrounding her were the culprits. She glared at the man standing directly in front of her.
He nodded to her and said, "I am Mage Lord Quincy. These other fellows are my associates. Your mention of removing the docility charm alerted us to you."
Sicily had heard rumors that the mages monitored the phones. Now she had proof. If she lived past this encounter, she would blast the Internet with the news.
Quincy said, "Your friend has been led astray by vampiric suggestion. We can help her."
"How?" Sicily gasped in surprise at being able to talk again. "I can talk."
One of the other mages said, "We had to command your voice and body for a short time. It was necessary to keep you from alerting your friend to our presence. The puppet spell is now ended."
Sicily snapped, "You shouldn't have done it at all."
Quincy said, "That is in the past. We plan to help your friend by rescuing her from the vampires." He twirled his hand, making a round jewel appear on his palm, and held it out to her. "This is what your friend requires to remove the docility charm. Once it is removed, it will transport you and your friend back here."
She didn't want to take it. No one had ever accused Sicily of being naÔve or gullible. She didn't believe for a second that these five mages had entered her house without permission, after spying on her conversation, just to help out Ryver and her vampire.
She stepped back while shaking her head. "Not going to happen."

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Carnal 2 Collection by Kate Hill

Carnal 2 (Collection)

by Kate Hill Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-543-3

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, BBW

Series: Carnal

Length: Collection

Page Count: 201

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Blurb:

In a world where vampires and werewolves rule, danger and passion abound.
Carnal Temptation: Two common wolves and a vampire of royal blood overcome social barriers that threaten their newfound love.
Carnal Inheritance: A young vampire struggling to make ends meet inherits her father's fortune -- and two sexy wolf managers who turn out to be more than business advisers.
Carnal Interlude: The troubled new leader of a wolf pack finds help and love with a happily married vampire couple.
Carnal Obsession: A vampire tribal leader and two wolf guards burn all boundaries between wolves and vampires.
Publisher’s Note: Please note that not all genres and themes apply to the entire collection. Excerpt:
Carnal 2 Collection
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill
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Felina loved their room. It was spacious yet cozy with a fireplace, thick carpeting and a little balcony overlooking the beach. As with the rest of the inn, she'd put much thought into decorating it. The heavy drapes that kept out the daylight were of a deep pink material and matched the handmade comforter on the oversized bed. The big bed had been Falken's idea and a necessity with his preference for very active lovemaking.
Felina stepped into the adjoining bathroom. After turning on the water in the large marble tub, she undressed and stood naked in front of the full-length, brass-rimmed mirror. She briefly admired her tall, curvy body then began brushing her long brown hair.
"Hey," Falken called, tapping on the door. "Mind if I share your bath?"
"Please do," she called.
He stepped in and growled softly, seductively. Slipping his arms around her, he kissed her ear and said, "You look gorgeous."
Felina smiled and placed her hands over his, tilting her head to the side and allowing him to more easily kiss and lick her neck.
"So do you," she said, guiding one of his hands down to her pubic mound. His fingers stroked through her thatch of hair and gently fondled her soft folds of flesh. "I've always had a thing for sea wolves."
He chuckled and used his sharp canine teeth to gently scrape her shoulder. "Glad to know I still turn you on now that the great Vampire Lover has graced us with his presence."
"Falken!" She reached up and teasingly slapped his face. "You know you've always turned me on. And you can't decide if you like Pax or not."
"Let's not talk about Pax," he growled, turned her in his arms and pulled her so close her breasts flattened against his chest. One of his hands cupped her bottom and squeezed. "There are more important things to do at the moment."
She looked up at him with her most seductive expression. "Such as?"
"This." Falken swept her into his arms, carried her to the tub and placed her in the water.
He quickly shed his clothes and joined her in the bath.
Falken sat with his back against the side of the tub and pulled her into his arms. He growled softly and felt his canine teeth elongate even more as he called upon his wolf nature. Felina also growled, the soft, sexual sound sending a rush of desire through him. His cock stirred and he nuzzled her shoulder and neck, scraping his teeth along her flesh. His skin tingled as his wolfish pelt sprang out. Felina also summoned her inner wolf. A glossy black coat covered her curvaceous body.
Cupping her breasts, Falken squeezed them and brushed his thumbs over the stiff, dark nipples that poked through her wolfish coat. They were covered in soft flesh and he used the hairless pads on his fingertips to pinch and stroke them. The very tips of his extended claws gently teased the sensitive buds and she gasped with pleasure. Falken knew exactly how she loved to be touched.
One of his hands caressed between her breasts and trailed down her stomach to cup her pubic mound. His heated palm massaged her, stirring her desire. When he dipped his fingers inside her, she was hot, slick and so ready for him.
Yet Falken didn't seem in the mood to hurry. He nipped her earlobe and licked her neck and shoulder with his velvety tongue. It felt wonderful, yet she also knew how good that tongue felt on other parts of her.
As if sensing what she wanted, Falken grasped her waist and repositioned her so that she straddled him in the water.
"Falken," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck and gazing into his eyes -- the eyes of a man she had known and loved all her life. She and Falken were and would always be part of each other. They knew each other better than anyone.
Since changing to their wolf forms, their faces had elongated slightly. She brushed her nose against his and kissed him, their teeth clicking and tongues stroking.
Her pelvis pressed against his stiff cock and she rocked against him, loving the sensation of their bodies rubbing against each other. Falken groaned and grasped handfuls of her hair, holding her face close to his as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, as if they were new to each other rather than old lovers.
She had expected their lust to fade over the years, but they still pleased each other as much as when they'd first met, perhaps more. Back then they had still been learning about one another. Now each knew exactly how the other liked to be touched, kissed, sucked and nipped.
While they feasted on each other with passionate kisses, Felina reached down and began stroking his cock beneath the warm water. He swelled even more in her grasp and she knew by the raggedness of his breathing that he was nearing the edge. She was also aroused almost beyond endurance. In the midst of pleasure she thought how interesting it would be to have Pax with them at this moment, maybe fucking her -- or Falken -- from behind.
The mental picture of Pax on his knees to Falken, sucking his cock, nearly sent her over the edge.
She quickly rose onto her knees and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. Their gazes locked and her heart pounded at the lustful expression in his amber eyes. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.
Falken grasped her waist, his claws lightly scraping through her pelt. His hands slid around to her ass. He squeezed and stroked it, his finger running lightly along the indentation of her buttocks.
Filled with his thick, hard cock, Felina rocked upon him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, its rhythm matching that of her greedily pumping hips.
Growls and groans of lust rumbled in his chest and she mewled in reply, her hands clutching his shoulders and stroking the steely muscles of his back.
As their passion grew, Falken's hips jerked upward. Water from the tub slapped against their straining bodies and she heard some of it drip onto the floor, but she didn't care. All that mattered at the moment was the wonderful orgasm that was about to overtake her.

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Double Dipped by Selena Illyria

Double Dipped

by Selena Illyria Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-624-9

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, Magic, BBW

Series: Sex and Chocolate

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Burned by love, healing witch Melody decides to jump back into the singles pool after taking a year off to heal herself. She goes to the Chocolate Whispers Bar, looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun and sex. She doesn't count on two sexy strangers who want to give her as much pleasure as their naughty minds can dream up. But when love comes calling, will she accept it, even if it comes in the form of two sex shifters?Excerpt:

Double Dipped


Selena Illyria

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There she is again. Sean sipped his latte and watched as the curvaceous woman he'd spotted a few weeks ago moved to her usual booth in the corner, close to the window.



His inner tiger rolled over onto its side and began making a sort of purring sound that reverberated through him. His hands shook so badly, due to the vibrations, he couldn't hold his coffee. Stop that. The tiger picked up its head. The sound stopped. It let out a growl before rising and padding away into the darkness of its cell.



With a sigh, Sean shook his head. He knew he'd have to apologize for that later, make it up to the animal somehow, maybe shift and do a run in the woods at the back of his house. A short run.



Another sip of his latte and he sniffed the air. A light, floral scent drifted toward him, riding a burst of coffee, sweet pastry and bacon. He settled back into his chair and watched the mystery woman. She was wearing baggy clothing again, but the fabric couldn't hide the curves underneath. He could see her full breasts pressing against her top. The skirt might have hung slack, but it couldn't conceal her rounded ass and hips.



His cock jerked in his jeans. Since spotting her, he'd spent his nights stroking his shaft and fantasizing about riding her ass, feeling her back passage squeeze his cock so sweetly. Fire flooded his veins as the slow, simmering arousal spread from the pit of his stomach to cascade through his body in a tidal wave.



Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and ordered the change back. He wasn't going to shift, not here, not now. His tiger wasn't going to take control of the situation and ruin things.



The big cat had become restless as of late. It had become more and more impatient as the days went by and Sean's bed remained empty, without the woman the feline felt belonged to them. Its silent impatience ricocheted around his body, demanding that he go kidnap the woman and mark her as belonging to him.



But not just him. His brother and his tiger had shown interest in her as well. Mitch had preached patience, but he wasn't the one who had a randy tiger close to mating heat inside of him.



"She's here. Good." Mitch took a seat next to Sean. The presence of his sibling eased away some of the sensual warmth threatening his control. The scent of strong, black coffee with a hit of milk and sugar drifted toward him, making his stomach clench.



"How the hell do you drink that stuff?" He downed the last of his latte and prepared to get up and get another one along with something to eat.



"Simple," Mitch grinned. "I put it in my mouth and swallow. Get me a bagel, will you? I didn't have time to make something before I left home. Didn't want to miss her."



Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."



He took the time to study her from a new vantage point. She had soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and smooth, creamy brown skin like milk chocolate. He wanted to see every inch of her exposed to his view. The fire thundered through him again.



His tiger growled, impatient. Go to her, it demanded.



Patience, he argued.



Sean sniffed the air, catching her scent. There was a sadness in her perfume, a quiver of uncertainty that made him want to take it slow. Well, that and Mitch. He wouldn't move without his brother. They were a pair, and if a woman couldn't accept them both, there was no deal. Mitch was all he had that mattered in the world. Their parents had died when they were little, and the local felines hadn't been hospitable. It was rough but at least he hadn't been alone.



His gaze settled on the woman again. She sipped her coffee and ate her breakfast slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to savor things. He loved that. Sean could only imagine her taking her time exploring him. A shiver raced down his spine to hum at the base of his back. His balls hardened as his cock pressed against his fly. Breathing slow and steady, in and out, he marshaled himself. His tiger padded out of the darkness, face set, determination sparkling in its eyes.



No, not yet, he told the animal.



The tiger snorted and turned, sauntering away. Its impatience rolled through him, leaving a dark stain in its wake. He could feel its frustration as if it were his own. If he wasn't careful, man and beast would become one.



Mitch looked relaxed and at home in his seat. He glanced up, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think we should make our move next week. We've watched long enough."


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Cirque Caprice: Tumbling by Julia Talbot

Cirque Caprice: Tumbling

by Julia Talbot Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-639-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

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

Series: Cirque Caprice

Length: Novella

Page Count: 35

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Blurb:
When a vision of the future sends Lindsey running Alan and Jules have to win her back.
Lindsey knows it's a mistake to hook up with Alan and Jules, Cirque Caprice's resident pair of playboys, but all the signs say it's time to live dangerously. She finally takes a chance on the boys, and things heat up fast. In fact, Alan and Jules want to stop playing the field and keep her around.
When a vision of the future sends Lindsey running, fearing for their safety, Alan and Jules have to figure out how to get her back. Will this be the toughest act the two acrobats have ever had to put on?
Excerpt:
Cirque Caprice: Tumbling
Julia Talbot
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Copyright ©2011 Julia Talbot

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"She's late."
Alan glanced at his watch before whacking Jules on the back of the head. Such a worrier. "No, she's not. She's got four minutes. Stop pacing."
"I'm not!" Jules stopped to stare at him accusingly.
Sure. There was going to be a worn spot in the carpet, which was pretty thin to begin with. He guessed he could understand why Jules was so freaked. He and Jules had been after Lindsey for a very long time. Almost a year, off and on. For the last month they'd given up on anyone else too, and concentrated on her. She was worth the relatively tough exercise of self-control it took them to do it.
Alan thought their long drought might be paying off. She'd noticed, and she was more willing to take a chance now that they weren't out playing so much. At least he assumed that was the reason. Who knew? He grabbed Jules on the next pass. "You are too, pacing. You could do something useful."
Jules raised a brow. "Like what?"
"Like get me warmed up." He pulled Jules in for a kiss, because that would ground them and get the nerves out a little. Messing around with each other didn't count, right? That was part of their appeal.
Jules slid one hand behind Alan's neck, tongue pushing into his mouth. That was the nice thing about Jules. The man was always ready to go. Perpetually horny. "Mmm." Alan moaned a little, picturing Lindsey caught between them, the kiss going three-way and nuclear-hot. So many of the lovely ladies at the circus were on the skinny side. Lindsey had curves. Lots of them. She was a woman they could both hold on to at the same time.
The knock at the door of their trailer had them springing apart. Alan glanced at Jules, who laughed and smoothed his hair. "She's not late."
"Told you." Alan went to open the door, catching his breath when he saw Lindsey. She made him happy just looking at her. "So pretty."
"Thanks." She flushed from the roots of her hair all the way down to the top swell of her breasts, which were framed perfectly by a dark green tank top and an open, short-sleeved sweater with little spangles all over it. Her dark jeans outlined every curve of her lower body, and she wore these little pointy cowboy boots that were cute as all get out.
"Something smells good."
"Thanks." He kissed her cheek and ushered her in, where Jules took her by the arm and kissed her other cheek. "Hope you like Italian."
"I love it." She laughed and patted her belly with the hand Jules wasn't holding. "I like all the good stuff. Italian, Mexican..."
Since Alan was half Mexican, he thought that boded well. He was spicy enough to be enticing.
Jules hooted. "You're beautiful, so it must be good for you, huh? Here, sit on the couch. Would you like a drink?"
"I'd love one." She smoothed her hands down her jeans. "What do you have?"
"We got wine. For you." Jules was so smooth, just blurting out stupid shit. Alan rolled his eyes. "You aren't required to drink it. We also have beer, tequila and vodka."
"How about a tequila appetizer with a beer chaser? I can have wine with dinner."
Huh. Alan tilted his head, studying her. She had done her beautiful wild hair in a half up-half down sort of style, and she'd done what one of his and Jules' exes called the smoky-eye with her make-up. Very smoldery. Not like her at all. She was really busting out for them.
"You're both staring at me."
"You're too pretty not to stare at," Jules said with a bright smile, heading to the little kitchen to get a glass and a beer.
"You're also daring tonight, sweet." He had to mention it, just in case she thought she needed to drink for courage.
"Bobbie Ann is always telling me to live it up. Amy read my cards and showed me the king of wands and the king of swords."
"Ah." Well, then. She was out for a lark. That was something they could work with. A brain tumor or something that required a good time before time was up was what he'd been worried about. "Well, good on them, huh, J?"
Jules nodded, popping the top on the beer and handing it to Lindsey before pouring her a shot of tequila. Jules presented her with a wedge of lime and some salt, too. Nice. "Cheers, love," Jules said, toasting her with the tequila bottle.
She put on a very brave face and licked the salt and sucked lime before shooting the glass. Her face screwed up in a little twist of distaste. "God, that's horrid. I like it in margaritas, so I thought..."
Jules cracked up and so did Alan, but he went to hug her shoulders to ease any sting. "Give me that beer, sweet. We'll get you some wine. No shame in liking grapes instead of agave."
"No. No, I guess not." She smiled for him, her lower lip trembling a bit, and he couldn't help it. He bent and kissed her pretty mouth, his lips covering hers easy as breathing. She needed that more than she needed liquid courage.
She gasped, the sound a tiny puff of air on his lips, and her hands came up to rest against his chest. He was hoping she wasn't going to push him away when her fingers curled into his shirt to pull him closer. Jules settled beside her on the couch, pressing in, warm and eager. "Dessert first?"
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