DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (20 Jan)

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (20 Jan):
(full first chapter online)

Chp1 Online: Blind Faith by Brannan Black
(Erotic MMF Paranormal/Futuristic Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/01/blind-faith-by-brannan-black/

Chp1 Online: Sushi in Atlantis by Ashlynn Monroe
(Erotic MF Shifter Interracial Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/01/sushi-in-atlantis-by-ashlynn-monroe/

Chp1 Online: Fangs in Fur by Cynthia Sax
(Erotic MF Shifter Vampire Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/01/fangs-in-fur-by-cynthia-sax/

Scene1 Online: Fantasy vs. Reality by Zenobia Renquist
(Contemporary Erotica, MF, FF, Multiple Partners)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/01/fantasy-vs-reality-by-zenobia-renquist/

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Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

New Releases at 17 Jan 2013

New Releases

Blind Faith, A Wolfman Tale by Brannan Black $4.49

Love is a leap of faith. And love conquers all. Right? If only it were that easy.

Fangs In Fur by Cynthia Sax $3.49

In a vampire eat wolf world, love comes down to survival of the hottest.

Wet: Sushi in Atlantis by Ashlynn Monroe $3.99

Can Prince Reil convince his mocha beauty to make whoopee before he becomes sushi?

Razor's Edge: Fantasy vs. Reality by Zenobia Renquist $2.49

When the line between fantasy and reality is erased, the real fun begins.

 

 

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DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays/Saturdays (05 November)

Join Changeling Press every Monday for new release excerpts and Saturdays for excerpts from the books that started the company on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters.

Here's what posted today 05 November:
** Sweet Dreams by Willa Okati (Erotic MM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/sweet-dreams-by-willa-okati.html

** Mercenaries 1: Private Skirmish by Anne Kane (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/private-skirmish-by-anne-kane.html

** Kendren's Prize by Ashlynn Monroe (Erotic Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/kendrens-prize-by-ashlynn-monroe.html

** Rookery Cove: Monster Mash by Kira Stone (Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/rookery-cove-monster-mash-by-kira-stone.html


Here's what posted Saturday 03 November:
** Blood Soul 2: Vampire Crusader by Kate Hill (Erotic Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/blood-and-soul-2-vampire-crusader-by.html

** Women of Steel 2: Martini on the Rocks by Camille Anthony (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi IR Comedy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/women-of-steel-2-martini-on-rocks-by.html

** Forbidden 2: Neighborhood Watch by Marteeka Karland (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi IR Menage Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/forbidden-2-neighborhood-watch-by.html

** Rookery Cove: Make Mine a Double by Michele Bardsley (Erotic Urban Fantasy MFM Dragon Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/rookery-cove-make-mine-double-by.html


And a blast from the blog past:
** Final Cut Miami: Storm's Tempest by Lacey Savage (Erotic BDSM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/storms-tempest-by-lacey-savage.html

** Wolfman 3: Judgement by Brannan Black (Erotic MM Futuristic Werewolf Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/judgement-by-brannan-black.html

** The Queens of Merab 1.5: The Discovery by Violet Summers (Erotic Dark Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/discovery-by-violet-summers.html

** Dragon Lord 4: Her Dragon Lords by Cynthia Sax (Erotic MFM BBW Dragon Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/her-dragon-lords-by-cynthia-sax.html


Happy Reading,

~ Zenobia

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Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

Wolfman: Genesis by Brannan Black

Wolfman: Genesis

by Brannan Black

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-725-3

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Wolfman

Length: Novella

Page Count: 94

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1714

Blurb:

The world fell apart after the virus killed billions, turning most male survivors into violent monsters. Then I met Mace and he changed everything I thought I knew about wolfmen. Mace is my mate. And I'm his.
Unfortunately the new psycho rabid wants to destroy Mace's pack with extreme prejudice. Our defenses are damaged and supplies are running low. Mace is going to have to reach out to other packs to hunt down and eliminate this new threat.
Wolfmen. Working together. What's the world coming to? Maybe the dawn of a new kind of civilization. A new beginning. One thing's for sure. Things are going to get a lot uglier before they get better.
If we survive at all...

Excerpt:

Wolfman: Genesis
Brannan Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Brannan Black

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.


I ran down the dark street, heart pounding in my ears, lungs heaving, desperate for air. The hounds of hell ran on my heels, terror weighting my feet. Mace. I had to get to Mace. I rounded a corner, nowhere left to go.
Turning back, I fired my shotgun at point blank range.
RK's head exploded like a ripe watermelon. A scream rang in my head.
It still echoed around the room as I jerked awake, soaked in sweat, heart pounding and sucking air like I'd just run a fucking marathon. The miasma from the nightmare left me shaking. At least it wasn't Mace I'd shot this time. The running was new, too. Was that a good thing? Maybe I was getting over it.
Or I could just be losing my fucking mind.
Mace's spot on the bed felt cold, like he'd been gone a while. Where the fuck was he? Why hadn't he woken me? RK's whine came through the door just before he stuck his head in. "Daniel? OK?"
"Yeah, RK, just a fucking nightmare. Where's Mace?" I flipped the switch for the bedside lamp I'd recently installed. I'd never take flipping a switch for granted again after a month of oil lamps and candles.
The loud sounds from the hall clued me in that it wasn't early. I really, really wanted a fucking window! Or even a skylight. On the other hand, if the lower windows hadn't all been boarded up, those fucking rabids would have gotten in. Hmm. Maybe skylights with iron cages over them.
Nah, still wouldn't reach a first floor room.
"He's in the yard with others. Want breakfast?" RK's answer left me scrabbling to remember the fucking question.
"Well, I'm awake now, so how about you get me some coffee while I get dressed?"
RK cocked his head, thinking or looking, I couldn't tell. He shrugged. "OK."
I sighed and hurried to dress before my own personal wolfman lackey came back. Not what I had in mind when I saved his life.
I was dressed, been to the head, and still no coffee. If RK was going to hover, the least he could do was get me coffee. I let out a deep breath. Fucking nightmares, always left me grumpy and more than a little scattered. I mentally shook it off.
Late morning sun streamed in from the high windows highlighting the chaos running rampant in the main room. A little over twenty-four hours after the rabid attack and it looked like a fucking gun factory. Weapons were being stripped and cleaned. Others were inventorying ammo. Yum, the smell of gun oil mixed with coffee.
Doc leaned over a whining Eagle, smearing ointment on his many burns. On the nearest couch, Fox lay in an odd twisted pose, I assumed to miss the worst of the burns scattered over his body. A couple of the younger wolfmen who'd been injured while defending the den lay sprawled around the room and were being tended by their buddies.
Finding the normal kitchen crew hard at work cleaning up the mess the guys left surprised me. Guess it was OK for the women to be back in the main room even with the former rabids about. The women seemed awfully quiet, focused on their work. I knew from experience that getting back to a normal routine after a loss helped. And maybe we'd get some better meals. Anything but mystery meat on a stick sounded like gourmet fare.
RK stood by the stove waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.
I wove my way through the crowd. A wave of quiet spread out around me like ripples in a pond. The pack tracked my course across the room. Fucking reminded me of when I first arrived and they looked at me like prey.
"What?" I snapped, staring hard. A few tilted their heads in my direction and sniffed, loudly. I did a quick check to make sure I didn't have my clothes on backward or something. Nope, relatively clean jeans, no holes. Black T-shirt with a tribal design in grey, right side out, no bloodstains.
"What the fuck is up? Did I sprout fucking horns and a tail or something?" I yanked out a stool at the kitchen counter. "Anything edible over there?"
Den-Mom, one of the rare women affected by the virus, snickered and passed me a plate with fried mystery meat and a bowl of oatmeal. A little canned fruit topped the oatmeal. Wow, a veritable feast! RK passed my coffee over as well. I plopped onto a barstool at the counter to eat. If I ignored them, maybe they'd go away.
"They're just curious to see if you smell different, like Mace does." Den-Mom leaned across the counter, sniffing.
I jerked back. "That's just fucking weird. And why would Mace smell different?" Granted, that knot thing on his penis hadn't ever happened before. Part of the mating thing I'd assumed. "Something wrong with him?" Surely they couldn't fucking tell he'd bottomed? Something told me that wouldn't sit well with the rank obsessed pack.
"No, not wrong, just different. And he looks a lot more relaxed. Something happened between you two last night." She leaned closer, gaze boring holes in me.
I took that first sip of coffee and sighed. Damn, that tasted good, even without milk. "What's between me and Mace isn't your fucking business." I took another sip of coffee to cover the stupid ass grin spreading over my face. Fuck, that had been amazing sex. And Mace giving himself to me like that... might piss the pack off, but it meant the world to me. I'd never felt so loved, cherished. No, that didn't even begin to explain what I felt.
"He's our pack alpha. If it affects him, it's our business." She growled and flashed fangs at me, pulling me from my reverie.
I shrugged and dug into breakfast. She could growl all she wanted. Didn't fucking scare me anymore. "Thanks for the fruit. Mmmm." I savored the sweetness with closed eyes. Chewing while smiling, that didn't happen to me often. Felt weird. Good but weird.
"Daniel!" Claws hooked into my shirtsleeve and tugged. "You two have been at odds for days and all of a sudden everything is fine? Spill, brain boy."
Was she that fucking dense, or did she want a blow by blow? "If you haven't figured it out, go ask my mate." And that was all they were getting.
Den-Mom smiled triumphantly. "I knew it! You are mated now!"
The quiet of the room erupted in yips, howls and excited voices. A loud growl stood out among the noise. Alpha glared at me with death in her eyes.
"Sorry, sweetheart. You never really had a chance anyway." I smirked at her and turned back to savoring my meal. My stomach felt like a black hole. When was the last time I'd had a good meal? When was the last time I'd really felt like eating?
Oh yeah, before that brain splatting incident. My stomach roiled and I mentally slapped myself for digging that fucking memory up again.
Doc slouched into the kitchen, snagging some coffee. "God, that's good!" She turned to me with a smile. "So, you two found a workaround?"
No point in answering. The stupid shit-eating grin on my face said it all. The front door banged open. Mace, Slade and a few others came in from the yard. "We need a better damned fence!" Slade snarled.
Calm, cool Slade fucking snarled at Mace? What the fuck?
Mace's deep rumble stirred my cock to life. Fucking thing ought to be tired after last night, but no. "I'm all ears if you've got a suggestion." Yellow-gold eyes focused on me, the wolf spotting his prey.
Immediately the room stilled again. They all watched him stalk over to me. His broad shoulders stretched his grey T-shirt tight across chiseled muscles. Those jeans looked painted on, nicely accenting his impressive package, lean hips and strong thighs. For once, my hardening cock avoided getting cramped up. I stood, leaning against the counter, waiting for him. That silly grin just got wider. My fucking cheeks were starting to hurt.
Mace stopped right in front of me, staring down. For a heartbeat we just drank each other in. As one, we grabbed hold and leaped into a scorching kiss. The pack must have approved, because the noise they made nearly deafened me. Mace pressed me against the counter; his hard cock nestled next to mine. I moaned softly and rolled my hips, rubbing us together. Hot desire flooded me. The room vanished into the background. It was just me and Mace and a burning need for each other.
"God, mate, I want you."
I laughed against his lips. "So what's new?"
Hawk spoke softly as always, kept his eyes down. "Hate to break this up but we need to figure something out about that fence." Still earned himself a snarl from Mace. Despite Doc snuggling up to him, Slade scowled.
"So what's up with the fence?" That turned out to be the wrong thing to say. Slade looked like he wanted to strangle me.
"It needs to keep those damned rabids out! We're not losing more women to those bastards!" I'd never seen Slade so pissed off. "And you could learn to hit what you shoot at!"
"Good luck with that. Fuckers are damned hard to keep out." No point arguing that last bit. I had hesitated. And missed killing the lead psycho rabid. Pissed me off, too.
Slade snarled again. "Any bright ideas, genius?"

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1714

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/31/11

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/31/2011

Congratulations to Zenobia Renquist, Cynthia Sax, Selena Illyria, Silvia Violet and Brannan Black!


CAFE MIDNIGHT: CHAMOMILE NIGHTS by Zenobia Renquist
Reviewed by Sensual Reads

Zenobia Renquist begins a new series with one hot story guaranteed to heat up the life of any reader.  Café Midnight is a store that everyone will want on their street.

http://sensualreads.com/?p=6570


CAFE MIDNIGHT: GRANDE by Cynthia Sax
Reviewed by Sensual Reads

An adventure filled with action, sex and lots of humor. Keep the fan handy for this book. It is guaranteed to turn up the heat!

http://sensualreads.com/?p=7874


SEX AND CHOCOLATE: DOUBLE DIPPED by Selena Illyria
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Erotic Romance

Melted chocolate isn't the only thing that melts when reading this story… just plain fun and a delightful story to pass the time with.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/07/sex-and-chocolate-double-dipped-by.html


WET: REEF'S GUARDIAN by Silvia Violet
Reviewed by The Romance Reviews

Tightly written and fun.  I recommend this to water lovers who enjoy an erotic m/m paranormal romance.

http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=3797


WOLFMAN: APOCALYPSE by Brannan Black
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Erotic Romance

This series just keeps getting better with each book. This author has done a wonderful job of bringing this world to life and keeping me wanting more.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/10/wolfman-4-salvation-by-brannan-black.html

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

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

BLIND DEVOTION: A WOLFMAN TALE by Brannan Black
4 Hearts from Love Romances & More

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

http://loveromancesandmore.blogspot.com/2011/10/blind-devotion-wolfman-tale-by-brannan.html

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

A heartwarming short story. intriguing and exceptionally enjoyable.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2011/10/bobbi-and-beast.html

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

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

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/new-reviews/how-not-to-date-a-fae-by-stephanie-burke

MALATHIX SOUL: BROKEN by Ayla Ruse
4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

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

http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/paranormal/Broken_Malathix_Souls.shtml

MOLTEN by Kira Stone
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

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

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/new-reviews/molten-by-kira-stone

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

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

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/10/wolf-collection-by-kira-stone-sierra.html

Wolfman: Salvation by Brannan Black

Wolfman: Salvation

by Brannan Black Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-667-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Wolfman

Length: Novel

Page Count: 91

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1662

Blurb:

The world fell apart after the virus killed billions, turning most male survivors into violent monsters out to destroy the world and everything in it. Shit, I've got the nightmares to prove it.
Then I met Mace and he changed everything I thought I knew. He's not a monster, but a wolfman, a hybrid created by the werewolf virus. Mace's pack have come a long way toward blending what's left of their humanity with their wolf instincts. Personally, I'm not too thrilled with this whole dominance/submission thing but that doesn't make them monsters.
Unfortunately, not all of them are like Mace. We call the others rabids. Wild and crazy dangerous, most run when they get their asses kicked. We tripped over the one group that won't run -- and now the real monsters are pissed.
Excerpt:
Wolfman: Salvation
Brannan Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Brannan Black

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.


I bolted up in bed, my heart pounding, the sounds of a shotgun blast ringing in my head, the smell of blood and gunpowder in my nose. For a heartbeat, I was back in the truck, blowing that rabid’s head off. I gulped several deep breaths in the dim light of Mace’s room. I might be living here but it didn’t really feel like mine, yet.
I fell back onto the sweat soaked sheets. Without windows to let in light, I had no idea what time it was. The passing sounds of laughter and voices carried through the door. So. Morning. I should get up. I should. But I didn’t fucking feel like it.
I heaved a sigh and forced myself out of bed. Laying there wallowing wouldn’t help. I needed to get busy and stay busy. Too busy to remember yesterday’s carnage and my place in it. Too busy to think about all the other times I’d had a wolfman in my crosshairs. And pulled the trigger. My stomach clenched, and the taste of bile rose in my throat.
Oh, I knew I’d had no choice but to pull the trigger. That really didn’t make it any easier. Not even when I thought they were all monsters, inhuman beasts that would maim and kill anyone in their path. Now, fuck, how many had I flat out murdered? What if someone like me had gotten to Mace?
I sucked in air, fighting the nausea rising inside me. I couldn’t even be sure I’d killed any, not at the distance I normally shot from.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe someday you’ll believe it.
Finding my clothes with just the light leaking under the door wasn’t always easy, but last night I’d undressed alone, so I’d put them away. Unlike those nights Mace helped strip me and they got tossed everywhere in our rush to get naked with each other.
How long had it been since I could put clean clothes on whenever I wanted? Way too fucking long.
After a quick trip to the showers, I entered the main room. The tension stretched so fucking tight one wrong pluck of the string and the whole thing would snap in our faces. The pack hadn’t been this tense since right after Tat died.
Warning snarls equaled polite hellos. A fair number of the pack members sported new bruises or scrapes. The newly adopted rabids looked far worse. The only woman in sight was Doc. She was working on a rabid with freshly washed dark hair and warm brown skin. Looked like the one who’d been pretty shot up. As I got closer, I could see he had plenty of new bruises and claw marks. Doc stitched a deep wound in his arm. Looked like a bite. Slade had his claws wrapped around the guy’s neck, tips dinting his skin, in a not so subtle warning to behave. The rabid’s feral gaze locked onto me, hungry, wild. A chill caressed down my spine, raising all the hair on the back of my neck. Could such a fucking wild beast really be tamed?
Slade’s growl called his attention off me. Not far away, the other two who’d submitted after the fight sat with a pack member on either side. One of them tracked me with his one open eye. Must have been a rough fucking night. Hound sat next to him and snarled. The rabid dropped his gaze, whining softly, which earned him a pat on the head. Yeah, good dog. Fuck.
Mace stood near the weapons locker talking in low tones with Hawk, Vegas and Cowboy. Ice and Wraith leaned on the wall nearby, listening no doubt, but also keeping a wary eye on the room. China, like the other women, was nowhere in sight.
I scanned the room. “Hey, anyone seen RK?” I got several confused stares. “The blond rabid that was hanging out in the corner last night, looks like road kill? Quiet and kind of shy for a wolfman?”
Several rude snickers startled me, but no one bothered to answer. “Obviously you know who the fuck I’m talking about. Where is he?” A few snarled at me before ducking their heads. What the fuck was up with that? “What the fuck happened to RK? Tell me he’s not what’s for breakfast.”
That got a bunch of nasty snickers. “Try behind the couch.” A weasely looking wolfman pointed toward the back of the room. What was that fucker’s name? Guess I didn’t really care.
Behind the couch? What the fuck? He’d seemed fine when I left last night, hanging out in a corner, staying out of the way. No one had seemed interested in him.
“No, the one over there.”
So, not on the dais but the massive leather beast set at an angle and snugged up against the dais and the wall. It had one of those high backs that leaned just a little with a thick roll along the top. I leaned over and peered behind it. Crammed into the small space where the platform and wall made a corner was RK. He curled in tighter as I watched him.
I moved to the end of the couch, pulling the end out to give myself some room, and crouched down so I could see him. “Hey, RK, buddy, come on out. It’s breakfast. You hungry?”
Freaky pale yellow eyes stared back at me unblinking. He didn’t move, just stared.
Someone landed on the couch with a loud thud, rocking it back slightly and jamming the big soft roll on the top edge into the wall. I fell back on my ass in surprise and RK tried to make himself even smaller.
A couple more wolfmen joined in, shaking the couch and taunting RK. One reached behind, swiping at him with his claws. RK whimpered and flattened himself like he thought he would fit under the couch. Was he fucking shaking?
“Fuck off. Don’t you assholes have anything better to do?” I jumped to my feet, facing those fucking bullies.
They stopped and snarled at me. Fuck, when was I going to learn some tact? At this rate I’d be dead first, a victim of my own big mouth. I backed into a hard body and jerked forward. Fuck! A gentle hand steadied me. I relaxed.
Mace, thank God.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1662

Wolfman Tales 2: Blind Devotion by Brannan Black

Blind Devotion, A Wolfman Tale
by Brannan Black Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-654-6
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves, Cougar
Series: Wolfman Tales
Length: Novella
Page Count: 70

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1624

Blurb:

I was one of the ones left behind when the virus hit. A blind woman, trapped in my isolated subterranean prison. Now there are three of us -- me and my saviors, Derek and Jay, the two young wolfmen who rescued me.
Attacked by vicious rabids, Derek's life hangs in the balance. Jay fears our rescuers have ulterior motives. Why else would they offer to help? It's not like we have a choice, not with Derek's life at stake. Meeting a compound full of lonely women adds a whole new set of problems. And then there's Frank. He just can't leave well enough alone. And if he's not careful, my boys are going to rip him to pieces.
Excerpt:
Blind Devotion, A Wolfman Tale
Brannan Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Brannan Black

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Laughter and the clang of pots and dishes pulled me into waking. For a few moments, I thought I was at home before the virus, when people still laughed. But these laughs didn't sound like my family. Memory flooded back as I came fully awake. Beasts. A sly grin stretched across my face. Insatiable sex beasts!
I stretched and felt a delicious symphony of sore muscles and a well-satisfied pussy. I ran a finger gently over one bite-mark, then the other. They hadn't broken my skin those few days ago when they mated with me but the bruises still hurt if I pressed on them.
Mated. It sounded so oddly romantic. Like married, only more? Mentally I shook myself. That these two hard bodied hotties wanted me for their mate still blew my mind. But did it really mean what I thought? Did they understand what they meant by mate? Sometimes they seemed so young.
"Hungry, Pretty?" Derek called from the kitchen.
I sat up and heard the sudden catch in their breathing. Damn. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nakedness. "Um, any idea where my clothes are?" They'd stripped me on the way to bed last night.
Jay snickered from nearby. "Here, Pretty. Not that we mind seeing you naked but we thought you might like to eat first."
First? Oh lord, those two had one thing on their minds. Not that I objected. As lovers, they were considerate and skilled. I dressed and headed for the bathroom. My bare feet tangled in something that shouldn't have been there, but Jay caught me before I hit the ground.
"Whoa, easy, Pretty." He steadied me.
I took a deep breath and hoped they would understand. "It's important that nothing be left on the floor or moved out of place. That way I can move around freely without help or hurting myself." I'd warned them before but experience told me it might take a while until they remembered. I'd dated one guy who I swear would leave stuff around on purpose!
I heard rustling and soft whispers of movement.
"It's good now. All picked up." That was Jay again.
"Thank you. Living with a blind person is different." I hated to remind them but at the same time I needed to be able to move around without help or risk of injury... or embarrassment.
A warm body hugged me from behind. Make that hot, and hard. Derek's unique sent filled my nose. A familiar warmth sparked inside me. "Worth every effort for our Pretty." Derek gave me a kiss on the neck to emphasize his words. He let me go with a light push forward.
As soon as I'd finished in the bathroom, Jay escorted me to the table. They'd raided the storeroom and made a passable stew. For some reason, I'd expected breakfast. Living underground killed any chance I had for keeping track of time. The guys didn't seem to care. Now mattered, and they ate whatever was to hand whenever they got hungry. So I could be having stew for breakfast.
"You need some fresh meat, Pretty."
I snickered and licked my lips, getting the appreciative whines I wanted.
"Hmm. Raw, hot meat. I'd love some of that."
They both laughed. "Happy to satisfy your hunger, Mei. Just not for the stew pot!" Jay shot back, the teasing in his voice barely covering the lust.
It was so easy to forget they weren't quite human anymore.
Someone very tall snatched me up against his hard chest. My yelp of surprise turned into a moan of desire. His lips nibbled along my chin, up my cheek to land butterfly kisses on my eyelids. The heat of his hard cock started a fire low in my belly. My hands caressed around his naked chest and down over his firm and very naked ass.
I heard Jay suck in a breath and felt Derek pressing my hands into Jay. I slipped them around Derek and hugged Jay between us. Jay's sexy growl vibrated deep inside me. My pussy swelled and moisture pooled.
Hands, two sets, now caressed me. Jay's longer fingers cupped my ass as Derek stroked whatever he could reach, regardless of whose body. He slid his hand down and worked in between us. I tilted my hips back. Jay's gasp told me Derek had him firmly by the cock.
"I want to fuck you while you're inside Mei. God, it would be like having you both at the same time." He rubbed the broad head of Jay's cock against my mons. I parted my legs and he slipped it between. Jay flexed his knees while I rose on my toes. I was still too short for this to work.
"Um, let's move this to the bed." I tugged softly on Jay's arms and stepped back. A low growl was my only warning before I was swooped up. Two long, fast strides and he dropped me on the mattress.
Jay's rougher chest hair tickled me as he kissed up the insides of my thighs. Derek's weight shifted the bed and he gripped my chin, turning me to his kiss. I moaned and opened to his probing tongue. He swept inside, laying claim to every bit of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. He groaned, his body pressed to my side, hard cock thrusting against me.
I gasped, letting Derek go. Jay's agile tongue swept across my lower lips then he gently sucked one side. I arched and cried out.
Not to be outdone, Derek had taken my breast, suckling my nipple and rolling it with his tongue. Sensations threatened to overwhelm me. My hands clenched into their hair, then at a warning growl, loosened so I could stroke their heads.
Pleasure rolled through me in waves...
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Wolfman: Judgement by Brannan Black

Wolfman: Judgement

by Brannan Black Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-623-2

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Wolfman

Length: Novel

Page Count: 94

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Blurb:
The world fell apart after a virus killed billions. Those men who didn't die... changed. The media called it Werewolf Syndrome. Life as we knew it pretty much ended. Those of us scrounging for survival in the post-apocalyptic devastation have once chance left -- learn to work together, or face extinction.


It wasn’t much of a choice. Return to Mace’s den with him, or stay here, alone, with the women -- and the most bigoted redneck in the world. I didn’t count on getting attacked by rabids -- violent, crazy rabids -- or rescuing two slightly less crazy wolfmen and a blind woman. Or ending up back at my mother’s compound.


My mother’s a surgeon. With any luck she’ll be able to save Derek. And convince our two factions not to kill one another. And maybe -- just maybe -- find some common ground between us that offers some hope for the future. Because where Mace is concerned, I kind of like the idea of us staying alive…


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I jerked up in bed, sweat beading my brow, my heart pounding. "Daniel?" Mace stuck his head in from the bathroom.
"I'm OK, just had a bad dream." A fucking nightmare! Tat was tearing Mace apart while the Major and Frank held him down. The rest of the compound just stood around laughing while I tried to get someone to help me stop them.
"You still worried about Tat?" He walked back in the bedroom, naked. Fucking sex god naked. Even bandages and a cast looked sexy on him. He'd pulled his hair over one shoulder while he finished braiding it. I wanted to yank the braid back out and wrap my hands in it while I fucked him senseless.
"Fuck it, Mace. After all you've done to convince everyone you're a good guy, you really want the whole compound to watch you two try to kill each other?"
He stalked over to sit beside me on the bed. That man never just fucking walked. Not like a human, anyway. He moved with an animal grace that never failed to get my cock hard. "There won't be any trying, Daniel. He put the pack at risk. He lied to Hawk about what I told him and he came within minutes of starting an attack on this compound. I won't tolerate that."
"Right, and did you forget you have one arm tied behind your back, so to speak?" I rapped my knuckles against his cast.
"It's healed enough for your mother to remove it. I can and will take Tat down, Daniel. Don't ever doubt that." His eyes glowed brightly to match the deep growl in his voice.
"Fuck, Mace. Don't pull that show no weakness crap with me. We both know you're not one hundred percent. And you said your first fight was close. You won't have Slade or Hawk to watch your back. Don't do this."
He stepped up and cupped my cheek with his palm. "I have to, Daniel. He challenged me, and most of the pack knows it." He shrugged and let out a deep breath. "I take him down now or face even more challengers. And they won't wait for me to heal, either. Besides, I've got you watching my back."
His sly wink had me wondering just what he meant by that. In a dog pack, caveman sort of way I understood why he had to face Tat. And I fucking hated it. Images from my dreams cooled the heat in my cock.
Mace leaned against me, his naked body pressing mine back into the bed.
"I know you're just trying to distract me." I arched a brow at him and leaned away.
He mirrored my moves. "Umm, you sure that's all?"
I chuckled. "Fucking horny wolfman." I tried to crawl out the other side of the bed. "We've got shit to do, starting with breakfast."
His strong grip held me in place while he crawled over me, pinning me with his weight. His hands trailed down, teasing through my chest hair. He slid his thigh between mine, pressing and rubbing the underside of my balls.
"Mace..." I promptly forgot what I was going to say as his tongue danced across the hard peak of my nipple and a hand stroked down my reemerging hard on.
"Exactly." He punctuated each word with a hot, sucking kiss lower down my belly and a firm stroke of my cock. "What. I. Had. In. Mind!"
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Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale by Brannan Black

Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale

by Brannan BlackCover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-613-3

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves, Cougar

Series: Wolfman Tales

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Food stores running low, I resolved I would not die down here in the stark silence of my burrow. I know there are dangers outside: wild animals, fatal injuries, and worst of all, the beasts that had once been men. Wild, feral creatures infected with a virus that turns normal men into half animal beasts.

But I needed to feel the sun on my face, hear the whispers of the wind as it caresses my skin. To smell the earth, the flowers, the freshness after it rains. To know life goes on outside my isolated tomb. It was worth the risk of a horrid death for even one hour of such ecstasy.

I never imagined coming face to face with two young beasts. They want my burrow -- and me. And they aren't planning to take no for answer. It would seemed my loneliness has ended. At least until they realize what a burden I will be. In a world where only the strongest survive, I'm excess baggage. Unless I can convince them otherwise.

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Wolfman 2: Revelations by Brannan Black

Wolfman 2: Revelations

by Brannan BlackCover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-602-7

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Wolfman

Length: Novel

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Blurb:
The world fell apart after a virus killed billions, and turned most male survivors into violent wolfmen. That left the world in the hands of a lot of lonely women... As the last gay man standing, how much worse could things get?

I thought getting captured by said wolfmen -- who don't tolerate smart mouthed humans -- topped the list. Although that turned out to have a silver lining named Mace. Best sex of my life and he cares enough to fight for me. Life was starting to look up, in a kinda weird way.

That's when Murphy's Law kicked in. All those lonely women I was escaping? They want me back, even if they have to kill my lover to get me. And then there's my mother. How the hell do you introduce your alpha wolfman lover to your mother, the man-eating former head of surgery?

Toss in a psychotic major, a wolfman willing to start a war to take Mace's place and a whole lot of mistrust. Old Murphy is having a damned field day...

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We were hauling the last of the stuff I needed to the truck. Without warning, Mace shoved me down by the truck, covering me with his body. A distant gunshot echoed in the still air. At the same time I heard a howled groan. Slade lay nearly face to face with me. Blood dripped onto the broken pavement. He'd been shot!

"Fuck!" I wormed a bit trying to keep a piece of broken pavement from castrating me. A puff of concrete exploded behind us.



I felt Mace twist and from the corner of my eye saw him give a hand signal to Vegas. Struck me as odd. Military. A glass storefront shattered as the shooter took a shot at Vegas dashing for the alley. If he hadn't been so fast, she'd have got him. Or maybe if she'd been closer. It wasn't Glory, she'd have nailed both guys regardless. It could be Deb or Angie. There weren't any other groups of refugees in the area. They had to be from my compound.



I drew a deep breath. "They might be looking for me. Let me the fuck up and I'll find out."



"Wait. Stay down." Mace kept me pinned tight.



"Seriously? We just lay here until they get bored?" Did I have to sound so snide? I really was trying to be more submissive. It wasn't going well.



Mace growled softly, a hair's breadth from my ear. "No, brainiac, we keep them distracted until Fox can grab them."



The shooters wouldn't be expecting this group of well-organized wolfmen. Rabids, they attacked straight on. Mace's pack had lookout posts in a few tall buildings and worked foot patrols. Which is how they spotted me in the first place. And used the same damned distract and bag tactic. "Fuck, Mace. You can't just kidnap them."



He arched a brow. "They're in my territory, they shot Slade, and, in case you missed it, they're trying to kill us. They deserve a lot worse."



Slade shifted to sitting against the truck tire. He pulled his shirt out to examine the damage to his shoulder. The bleeding had already slowed to a trickle. "Hate to complain, but the bullet's still in there. Hurts like hell." He felt around the wound.



"Then quit poking it, dumbass," Mace snorted.



Slade snickered.



Mace rolled to a sitting position and gave a nod to Jeff, crouched behind a derelict car. He dashed toward the alley, drawing fire and being just slow enough to get sprayed with pulverized brick.



A shot sprayed glass over us. Fuck! They'd shot my truck! Those bitches!



"Damn it, what's taking them so long?" Mace snarled.



God damn stupid. Didn't they know they should move after a couple shots? Damn rabids could trace a shot by sound just as well as Mace's pack. The next one hit low, sending pieces flying under the truck to pepper my face.



Mace yanked me behind a tire. Mace and Slade froze. They got these looks like they were listening to something I couldn't hear. Mace grabbed my shoulder. "Got 'em, now let's get your stuff loaded and go home."



What exactly did that mean? Got the shooters? Fuck, I hoped they weren't dead.



Slade pulled out a whistle and blew it. Only I couldn't hear a thing. Mace winced. "Warn a guy first, Slade. My ears are gonna ring all day!"



No fucking way. They used dog whistles to communicate?


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Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter by Brannan Black

Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter


by Brannan Black

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-570-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Vampires

Series: Viking Seduction

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
I'm a cop. Homicide Detective Pasquale O'Grady. So believe me when I tell you, vampires took my daughter -- along with other missing collage kids. Real vampires, not the Goth wanna-be kind. I even know which one. But the bastard went and got himself dead before I could track him down.

With my leads gone, my only hope is his killer. I knew convincing another bloodsucker to help me was a long shot. I hadn't counted on his sexy blond sister who wants me in her bed. It's not that I have something against sex, hell, what man with a pulse would? And since my divorce, I haven't exactly been getting much action. But I'm too damn old to be some Viking vampire's boytoy -- or worse, blood slave -- no matter how sexy.

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Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter

Brannan Black

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Coffee in one hand and a burger in the other, I plopped down in front of the high-powered scope. So far, I'd seen very little movement during the day. In fact, heavy drapes covered all the windows. But I knew I had the right location. I'd seen Ferine's victim and her blond savior entering the building. Didn't take me long to track down a name and an apartment number. Remembering my first night of surveillance proved a distraction. I could make a fortune selling that video on the Internet. Especially when he drank from her inner thigh.

"Damn it!" I bumped the damn stand with my knee. Now I would have to resight my scope. I took a quick swallow of coffee and I set the cup aside, with my burger. Dinner would have to wait. I leaned over the eyepiece. "Holy Mother of God! Lady, you should keep your blinds closed!" Tall blond and naked strode out of her bathroom. All thoughts of burgers fled as another hunger roared through me.

Golden blond with a strong, angular face, she'd be pretty, for a man. Intense blue eyes scanned the street and building across from them like she knew I was watching. She stalked across her room, lean muscles rippling with a strength gained from a strenuous life, not a gym. Striking, even commanding, but not what Hollywood would call beautiful. Yet just looking at her had my cock locked and loaded.

She ran her hands down her strong frame, cupping each high, tight breast and teasing her nipples before moving lower to stroke her pussy. Those eyes drifted closed. Her lips parted slightly.

I knew watching was wrong. Hell, I'm a cop. But I'm also a guy who hasn't had a hot date in... I couldn't even remember. Without thought, my hand rubbed my aching cock through my jeans. I'd become a damned voyeur.

One hand braced on the glass as she spread those never ending legs. I watched her long slim fingers diving into the golden pelt covering her pussy. My hand tightened on my cock head. Slowly she started humping into her hand. I popped the top button on my jeans and ripped the zipper down.

My conscience reminded me how wrong this was. My cock didn't care. Especially not when she rested her shoulder on the window and took a nipple in her other hand, rolling the hard nub between her fingers. Her mouth opened and her face tightened with pleasure.

I stroked myself hard, base to top, a quick squeeze of the head then down again. My rhythm matched her fingers fucking her pussy. Harder. Faster. Her mouth was open and her chest heaving. I could almost hear her pants and moans, feel the slickness of her cream.

Pre-cum welled from the slit of my penis and my balls drew up. I groaned, holding back, waiting for her to come. Her body jerked and her face twisted into a mask of impending release. Damn, I'd never seen anything so damned hot!

A few more deep strokes of her fingers and she stilled, then trembles shuddered through her body.

"Uuhhnnggg! Shit!" Cum shot from my cock as I shook with the strength of my orgasm. Each jet pulsed through me until I slouched back, awash in the afterglow.

She glanced over her shoulder as if someone called her. For just a moment she leaned her head against the glass. She looked so alone, so lonely. The same look I often saw in my mirror.

She turned away and started dressing. That's when I recognized her from the dream that I now believed to be a memory. She'd taken care of the young woman -- the one Ferine had sucked the blood out of.

Goldie was a vampire. I'd just jerked off watching a God damned vampire!

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Interview with Detective O'Grady, homicide detective and star of Blood Hunter

I'd like you all to help me welcome Detective O'Grady to TRS.

Me: Thank you for joining us today, Detective O'Grady. Some background, you've been in homicide for almost ten years?
Grady: That's right and before that major crimes. I joined the force right out of school. Been a cop for nearly thirty years.
Me: Wow, that's a long time. Is it all right if I ask a few personal questions?
Grady: Depends on how personal, but go ahead. Ask.

Me: Your name is Pasquale O'Grady? That's a rather unusual name.
(chuckling)
Grady: My mother's Italian. She named me for her grandfather. On my dad's side, I'm third generation Irish American cop.

Me: So can I call you Patsy or Patty?
Grady: Not if you want to keep all your teeth.

Me: Oh, is that why you go by Grady?
Grady: Yeah, I'm nobodies patsy and too many Pats in the family already, both men and women. My mother calls me Patsy, that's the Italian nick name but no one else.

Me: Says here you have three kids, two daughters and a son. Divorced for ten years.
Grady: Yup, I warned her before we married I'd never wanted to be anything but a cop. She decided she wanted a husband with a bigger bank account and Sundays off. (he shrugs)

Me: So any girlfriends?
Grady: Depends on your definition of girlfriend. ( snickering) I have a feeling she would smack me for calling her that.

Me: Ah, the vampire, right?
Grady: (snorts) No such thing as vampires. But her brother writes that kind of romance so she helps promote his work by playing the part of badass in black.

Me: So let's pretend for a moment, they really are vampires. Do you consider yourselves a couple?
Grady: It's not like we're dating or anything. We just, ah, spend a lot of quality time together. According to the vampire code, they don't date mortals. We're toys or pets at best.

Me: That sucks, pun intended.
Grady: I couldn't agree more. They call us blood slaves, but frankly, that's kind like calling me Pasty.

Me: Any wanna be vampires missing their fangs?
Grady: (laughing) Not yet. But I did shoot my partner over it. Just scratched her really.

Me: Wow, that must have made her angry. Isn't it dangerous to anger someone so powerful?
Grady: (with a wicked grin) Dangerously sexy.

Me: Care to explain?
Grady: Not really. A gentleman never kisses and tells. (winks suggestively)

Me: Well. OK then. So tell me more about these Blood Hunters.
Grady: Who?

Me: That group your Captain belongs to, the vampire hunters?
Grady: I have no idea what you are talking about. (looks at watch) It's been nice but I need to get going. Bad guys to catch, asses to kick, you know.

Me: (smiling) In a hurry to get back to your master?
Grady: (scowling) I don't have a master. But I do have a partner expecting me. We've got work to do.

Me: Ah, so you're rushing off to meet Detective Jane Smith?
Grady: (gives me the cop stare) Smitty is still my partner.

Me: But that's not who your anxious to see is it, Detective?
Grady: (Stands and gives me a smug smile) I'm not at liberty to discuss that.

Me: Any chance I can get an interview with your other partner, Segrun?
Grady: Not if you want to publish what you write. (laughs)
(Door opens and a tall, leggy blond woman, shorter pale blond woman and the sexiest, bald headed black man ever, enter.)
Grady: Well, maybe you'll get that interview after all. The tall blond is Segrun, the pale one is Eira and the bald guy is Nate.

Me: Oh my. Is he a cover model?
Segrun: (snort) Don't feed his already oversize ego. The man thinks he's God's gift to the universe as it is.

Me: (snicker) Don't you mean God's gift to women?
Eira: (laughs) He's not that picky. If it has a pulse he's interested.
Nate: (in nice southern drawl) Now that's just mean, Eira. I prefer to think of it as not bein' prejudiced. (Takes my hand and kisses the back) And you, darlin' are simply to luscious to ignore.

Me: (I stare into light green eyes surrounded by cafe-au-lait skin) Oh, ah, thank you.
Nate: Now you know this is all just a publicity stunt. No such thing as vampires, darlin'.

Me: (vacantly) No such thing as vampires, no such thing as vampires...
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Wolfman Apocalypse

Wolfman: Apocalypse


by Brannan Black

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-538-9

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Wolfman
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Life as we knew it pretty much ended with the lightning fast spread of the plague. The media called it Werewolf Syndrome. Women got sick, many died. They were the lucky ones. Men got sick, too, but those who didn't die... changed. A few immune men, like myself, joined the bands of refugees, scrounging for survival in the post-apocalyptic devastation.




I lived in a fortified compound with a couple dozen women, a bunch of kids and two asshole straight guys. Sounds like a man's wet dream -- unless you happen to be the last gay man standing. At the time, risking my life scavenging in the city sounded like a fucking vacation.



I went out hunting supplies and found something else. Not a quick death, or even a slow, painful one at the hands of the beasts -- no such luck. Instead I find myself captive to the largest, most well organized gang of beast men ever. Their leader, Mace, wants more than just a generator -- he wants my body. Oddly, a certain part of me likes that idea. The other part –- the part with working survival instincts -- insists I get the hell out of Dodge before my smart mouth gets the shit kicked out of me. Again. Tradeoffs...

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Brannan Black

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Loud growls reached my ears as soon as I stepped out of the building. I crept along the shadows to peer around the corner. Son of a bitch! A couple of beasts lounged around my truck.



Four years ago the world ended, or at least that's when the government collapsed. The plague had hit a couple years before that. It spread so fast all the doctors in the world couldn't stop it. The media dubbed it Werewolf Syndrome. Women and children got sick, some died. Older guys or those physically weak didn't survive what the virus did to them.



The men that survived turned into something from the Twilight Zone. They grew larger, with denser bones, stronger muscles, and deadly claws. Slightly elongated jaws came complete with lethal fangs. Their weird yellow eyes could see in the dark, and with the depth perception of a falcon. Faster reflexes and endurance made them a top predator. One of the last newscasts I saw showed one ripping an African lion apart at the local zoo and eating it.



Oh, and aggressive? 'Roid rage is nothing compared to these guys. They either wanted to kill it, fuck it or eat it, sometimes all three, and not in any particular order. No one knows if they lost the memory of who they'd been or if they didn't care anymore. Maybe they just plain went nuts. No one could get close enough to ask, not and live to tell about it. Not that it made them stupid. Might have been containable if it had.



Once it got started the world just tore itself apart. A fucking apocalypse. There just weren't enough women with the combat training to handle the beasts. The women and children who managed to escape joined the few of us immune men in hidden fortresses, fighting to survive.



Unfortunately, despite the danger, sometimes we had to go scrounge for supplies. I'd seen a few bodies. Not pretty. Night Of The Living Dead not pretty. But I had the training to find what we needed. Plus, after a winter locked up with two guys I've got nothing in common with, a few dozen lonely women and about a dozen kids, I needed to get away. That's how I ended up alone in that alley staring death in the face.



Two of them were leaning up against my only way out of the city. OK, I suppose I could walk the forty-plus miles back to our camp but it'd take forever and leave me exposed to more roaming beasts. I fingered my .45 but doubted I could shoot them both dead before they could get to me. Unless you hit one right between the eyes, one shot wouldn't do more than piss them off.



Shit, my ass was fried.



A subtle breath of air raised the hair on the back of my neck. I whirled just in time to miss the full impact of the blow aimed at the back of my head. Even so, the glancing blow spun me into the wall. They jumped me so fast I had no chance at defense. Within seconds, my face ground into the cracked, muddy pavement, both arms twisted behind me so hard I thought it'd rip them out.



Muddy black biker boots filled my vision. I tried to look up, only to have my face smacked back into the pavement. "You're not rabid, not pack. What are you beside weak and slow?" The boots came with a deep voice that rumbled out in a growl.



I was still puzzling over what he meant by "pack" or "rabid" when boots connected sharply with my ribs. Pain erupted along my hip and ribs from the other side. My yelp set off a round of cruel sniggers and growls. Fuck! Now they'd start tearing me apart for sure.



"Knock it off! Get him up." The deep voice headed in the direction of my truck.



Rough hands with inch and half long claws on each finger jerked me to my feet like a rag doll. I'd never really worked out but at six foot with muscles gained from an active life, I wasn't small, either.



They shoved me along behind the deep-voiced guy. Long black hair pulled back in a loose braid spilled halfway down his back. A worn black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders. Tight, worn jeans wrapped an ass that, under other circumstances, I'd be drooling over. Shit, my cock didn't seem to get the message that death, ugly painful death, lay just ahead.



Did I mention I'm gay? So now I could add painfully confined erection to my growing list of aches.



Three more large beasts -- OK, so they're all large -- stood near or leaned against my truck. A shove sent me face first across the hood and a body slammed against me, pinning me there. Shit, the guy's cock felt huge, and more than ready, jammed up against my ass. I was so fucked. Probably literally, and then they'd rip what was left apart.



"So, not pack, not rabid. Human, but not female. Huh. Didn't think any human males still lived." That deep voice moved casually around me as he spoke. The slightest movement when I tried to look at him got me shoved harder into the truck with a clawed hand gripping the back of my neck. I got the message and held still.



"Still nothing to say, little human male?"



Leave out the menacing words and that beast had one of the sexiest deep voices I'd ever heard. It pissed me off how it turned me on. "What, you want me to compliment you on how fucking smart you are?" I groaned inwardly. I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Angry growls closed in around me. I squeezed my eyes shut figuring the end had to be near. Me and my smart mouth, I just couldn't shut the fuck up.



A soft, throaty chuckle hit me like ice water on bare skin, shocking me back to the here and now. "I can smell your fear, and yet you defy me?" The voice leaned so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "Not very smart, little human. Any one of us could rip you apart without raising a sweat."



He nuzzled into my neck more like a lover than someone ready to rip me to shreds. His measured breathing tickled along my neck, the side of my face. I'd never found scared shitless to be sexy before, but more blood rushed south when his lips nibbled along my jaw.



"I wonder if the rest of you tastes as good." Those had to be his fingers grazing my cheek. Shock waves of desire spread out from his touch. How the hell could I find this arousing? It'd been years since I had a lover, but still...



He moved around to the front of the truck where I could stare at the sizable bulge in his low slung jeans and the hint of ripped abs just above. My stupid cock must have liked the view because despite being smashed into a car hood, it got even harder.



"Where are the rest of your humans?"



He wanted to talk before ripping me apart? Unheard of, didn't even know they could hold a conversation. "I'm here alone." Fuck, they just wanted to find more victims.



"No shit, or they'd be joining you. Bet you aren't collecting this shit just for fun. So where are the other humans? Or are you part of another pack?" His voice no longer sounded sultry. It sounded like pain, followed by death.



I swallowed hard and pulled up every ounce of courage I could muster. "I don't know what you mean by pack. I'm alone."



A heartbeat's pause, and then claws yanked me up and slammed me back down, making sure to bounce my face off the hood this time. Son of a bitch! A gush of blood flew from my nose. I didn't think it was broken, but with so many other things hurting, who could tell?



"Fuck! OK, pretend, for a minute, I do live with others like me. Do you really think I'd tell you? And just to speed this up, is this where you promise to let me go if I tell you? Or maybe just kill me fast instead of really slow. Either way, if I did have people I cared about, I would rather you fucked me half to death before eating me for dinner, alive, than tell you anything. I'm pretty damn sure you will anyway but at least my hypothetical friends stay safe."



Silence fell and oddly, I didn't get smashed into the car again. The overgrown beast pinning me down leaned down where I could see him. "We're pack. We don't eat our own kind, or your kind either." He flashed me a wicked grin. "At least not for dinner." The others raked me over with lewd looks and suggestive grins. One went so far as to lick his lips while staring my ass. So maybe they still wanted to fuck everything. Something of an improvement over being eaten alive... maybe.

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Viking Seductions: Blood Slave by Brannan Black

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Viking Seduction: Blood Slave

by Brannan BlackCover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-59596-815-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Vampires

Series: Viking Seduction

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Kierra's been trying to get Dekker's attention since they first met. His Nordic good looks and old world charm send shivers of heat straight through her every time she sees him.
An invitation to a vampire-themed rave seems like just the thing to help him see her as more than a friend -- until she discovers it's not just a theme. And now she's tangled up in a world she thought only existed in romance novels -- only these vampires are far from hunky knights in shining armor.
It's the twenty-first century. Who keeps slaves anymore? Other than really, really old vampires...
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I saw Nate's big 4x4 headed around front. Not wanting to have to fight my way in, I squeezed between a couple buildings and slipped down the alley behind the warehouse. Shutting the bike off, I rolled into the shadows.
Muffled curses and a woman's scream reached my sensitive ears. Son of a bitch. Kierra!
Ferine's muffled voiced goaded me. "Go ahead, fresh blood. No one who can hear you will care." I clenched my jaw, listening to his sickening whine. "You're my gift to the gathering tonight. Come on, mustn't keep them waiting."
I hurried around to the back door and twisted the handle. Locked. A harder twist did nothing to budge it. Damn them, they'd beefed up their security.
A rusting pile of old pipe lay nearby. Perfect. I swung once against the doorknob. Both pipe and knob shattered in a spray of metal. I kicked the door open with what was left of the pipe in hand, ready to strike, but no one guarded the back door, which led to a crowded storeroom. Guess I should be glad he was so damn cocky.
Earsplitting techno music covered any sounds I made. I tossed the pipe aside and tested the inner door. Locked, but nothing special. One good twist and it broke. I stalked down an empty hall toward the central room. It paid to know the layout of your rival's hangouts. Hallways split off, leading to offices, safe rooms and stairs down to where they kept their human cattle. But I figured Ferine would still be up front where he could show off.
By the time I reached the main room, I could hardly hear myself, much less anyone else over the loud music. Pausing in the shadows of the hall, I closed my eyes to sniff. There, a faint scent of fear. Had to be her.
The crowd in the main room didn't pay any attention to me. The vamps were too busy feeding and screwing, and the mortals getting off being drained. Idiot bite junkies.
Still I stuck to the edges of the crowd, looking over bobbing heads for any sign of Ferine and Kierra. Her scream came from an alcove to my right. I shoved a few bodies out of my way, not caring what or who they were.
Bursting in, I saw Ferine had her pinned to the blanket-strewn platform at the back of the room. I grabbed his collar and shoulder and spun him into the wall. I spared only a glance at Kierra to make sure he hadn't bitten her yet.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my claim?" I lunged, pinning Ferine to the wall with my forearm. He could almost look me in eye, being just shy of my six foot one, but he'd never carried much muscle on his slight frame. Me, well, I used to be a Viking. Nuff said.
Ferine bared his fangs at me. "Fuck off, book boy. She's not marked, means she's fair game. And since I brought her here, she's mine first. Get in line."
I shoved harder, driving breath from the other man. I wanted to remind him just how much stronger I am. "You know damn good and well I've been seeing her for over three months."
"Three months and not a mark on her. Fair game," Ferine spat back. "Get off me, prick." He struggled, trying to dislodge me. I hissed a warning through my fangs.
The crowd parted to allow Adriana through. She looked like she belonged in a corporate boardroom with her grey silk suit and carefully coifed blond hair. Her perfect lips drew together in a little moue of discontent.
"You summon me, Dekker, and then don't even have the courtesy to greet me?" Her voice slid from her lips like warm honey, sweet and hypnotic.
I stepped back, letting Ferine go, and offered her a slight nod of respect. "Forgive me, Lady Adriana, I was indeed rude. But had I waited, the matter would have gotten out of hand."
I glanced over at Kierra, who'd plastered herself in the back corner, as far from us as she could get. Her amber eyes looked like saucers, and the pallor of fear gave her normally tan face a sallow look.
"I see. So this is the mortal in question?" She looked Kierra over with a slow languid gaze. "Not my type, but comely. I am surprised, Dekker. Didn't think she'd be your type either. At least not for a blood slave."
Ferine swaggered closer. "He's no right to her. She's not marked and I brought her here."
I turned to Kierra, trying to keep my anger under wraps. She'd crawled as far back on the platform as she could get. The red and black corset barely covered her ample breasts, especially with her chest heaving in near panic. Her honey gold hair swept around to one side and spilled down her chest. A few strands had come loose in her fight with Ferine. She managed to get most of her long, shapely legs under the short black pixy skirt. Damn, she looked good. I felt my cock growing hard despite the situation.
"Where's that choker I gave you? Your message said you'd be wearing it."
Her hand flew to her neck. "I, I don't know. I had it. What the hell is going on here?"
I couldn't spare the time to respond to her right now. And the others might take it as a sign of weakness. I knew Ferine would.
"Well, without it, there's no proof he's claimed her. And I brought her. Mine." Ferine crossed his arms defiantly across his chest and arched an arrogant brow at me.
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Soul Bound by Brannan Black

 

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Soul Bound by Brannan Black cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-466-5 Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Urban Fantasy Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures Length: Novella

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Tag Line: Can Ilario and Wulf claim Raven for their own before she gets them all killed?

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Soul Seeker: A true immortal. Although Raven can’t die, she can suffer. Six hundred years ago, a sorcerer captured her. She’s been his prisoner ever since. Transported to the new world in an iron coffin, she lies buried and forgotten for nearly two hundred years -- until a construction crew digs her up and inadvertently sets her free. Starving, lost and lone, Raven staggers through a strange city filled with wagons that have no team, lights without fire -- and then there’s the clothes. What exactly is the point of a thong anyway? Or shoes that hurt her feet and make her totter around like a drunken barbarian at midsummer’s festival?

Mercenaries for Hire: The vampire Ilario and his werewolf companion Wulf are partners in every sense of the word. Wulf likes variety in his bed and Ilario will do what ever it takes to keep his mate happy, even if it means tapping a female now and then. But this latest woman brings far more trouble than expected. Can they claim Raven for their own before she gets them all killed?

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Blue eyes stared out at me from the shadows. "Come with me. I will lead you home," the great wolf whispered to me. It turned down another street. Looking over its shoulder, it waited for me to follow. I shoved myself away from the wall and stumbled after it. I lost track of the twists and turns before he stood in front of a wooden door leading into a familiar looking cottage. Its blue eyes met mine before it disappeared through the door. I stepped through the door into blinding light. I heard familiar voices, though I could put no name to them.
"Welcome home."
"You're safe now." Two voices, strong gentle male voices, wrapped me in their soothing warmth, easing the frozen weight of my heart. Strong hands gathered me into strong arms and against a solid male chest. Another surrounded me from the back. I heaved a sigh as the weight of my fear lifted. Peace entered in its wake.
The hands moved, stroking me, stroking away the pain and poison. I looked into brown eyes full of love. His lips met mine in a tender kiss. His hands cupped my chin so gently. A warm tingle spread through me. I parted my lips and let him taste me. His tongue darted in, teasing against mine. A soft moan rose from deep inside me, passion replacing pain. He released me and other hands took their place. Blue eyes, the wolf's eyes, bore deep into mine. His lips devoured mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened and met him in a dance as old as time.
I moaned again. Hot desire flooded me and strengthened my weary body. He pulled my breasts tight against his hard chest. My nipples peaked, ready for his touch. My puss awakened to the feel of his hard staff pressed tight to me. The other pressed against my back with his hard staff nestled against my arse, hands slipping between us to cup my breasts and stroke my nipples with his thumbs. Oh, sweet glory! My breath caught, lips covered my face and neck with kisses until I knew naught but pleasure.
I felt myself fall, only to be caught by a soft bed. Their hands and lips covered my naked body in kisses, licks and strokes until my skin tingled with delight, soaking up the power of the passion they offered me. I arched up, begging for them to find my breasts again. A warm tongue swiped a circle around one. I moaned and arched into him. He sucked one nipple in while firmly caressing the other.
Other hands found their way up my thighs to pet my drenched puss. I gasped as a finger stroked me then parted the hair. Fire followed wherever he touched. His tongue licked the length of my slit, then settled to tease my clit in circles. I moaned and pressed into them, seeking more, seeking release. Harder, faster they suckled me.
Fingers entered my slit -- first one, then another -- stroking hard and fast inside me. I writhed under their touch until I reached my peak, crying my ecstasy into the soft night. They released me only to roll me to my side. I felt their bodies pulsing with life and healing, pressed hard against me. I reached for my lover's ruddy staff, caressing its hard, velvety length. Deep moans rumbled from his chest.
The other parted my thighs, teasing the broad head of his staff across my slit. I moaned and pressed back, begging him to fill me. He grasped my hips and thrust hard, our moans of pleasure echoing together. I tugged at my other lover's staff, licking my lips in invitation.
He groaned and swiftly moved closer. I licked the length, then sucked him in. Both men thrust together in a rhythm of pure pleasure. Harder I sucked, thrusting against them. I needed their soul strength spilled inside me, healing my body, my tattered spirit. Together we spiraled up toward that peak. My puss clenched as my body rode the wave of passion they offered me.
I felt the staff in my mouth swell with readiness. I sucked him deeper, rolled his tight sack in my hand. He stiffened, then growled out his pleasure, sealing his life to mine. His seed spilled down my throat in hot streams.
Moments later the other cried out, pumping hot seed inside me, completing the bond and my healing. His wild thrusts sent me spiraling after them as another climax washed over me. Renewed, I opened my eyes...



* * * ...to a dark alley full of strange noises and smells that gagged me. I sagged against the wall, running my pale shaking hands through my tangled hair. Vision or insanity? I knew not which. So vivid had it been, I felt wet between my thighs. If a vision, what did it mean? I felt within for guidance but found only pain. With a tired sigh I pushed away from the wall, only to realize that once more I was somewhere other than where I started. How I made my way here during my vision or hallucination, I had no idea. My stomach growled its protest again. Lack of food hurt me almost as much as the poison that would not clear.
Light, music and food smells spilled from the door across the street. There. I could find what I needed there -- first and foremost, food. I hated stealing, but with no coin, it's that or starve. I pulled the coat I'd "borrowed" tight and shifted the small pack higher on my shoulder. I watched carefully for the great metal beasts as I crossed the street. I'd seen people getting in and out of them, so they must be some kind of horseless wagon. Still, the noise, smell and blindingly bright eyes piercing the dark unnerved me.
I wound my tangled hair into a knot at my neck and slipped inside the beckoning door. A tavern, but unlike any I knew. No torches or lamps smoked the air, yet it was well lit. No great hearth stood ready to warm the room or even to cook on, yet I smelled warm food. Even the music sounded so strange to my ear. People swayed, jumped and jerked to the music in ways better suited to the bedchamber. Did they consider that dance? It served to remind me how alone I was, how lost in a place and time that made little sense. I spotted a long counter with people sitting at it and made my way over.
I ordered what I saw others eating, meat between bread and strange strips of something cooked in hot oil. I was used to beer with substance. This watery stuff served to wash the food down, but little more. The wall behind the counter held all sorts of glass bottles, apparently full of liquor. So many glass bottles! I caught a glimpse of my tired green eyes and painfully thin face in the mirror behind and turned away. At least I had found fresh water to rinse the filth from my face and hands earlier. Even my stolen clothes were relatively clean, though they were too large for my small frame. I'd found a shirt that slipped over my head much like a tunic and trews with metal buttons up the front. I'd had to find something to tie the waist tight to keep them on. I'd rolled the sleeves up on the stiff blue jacket. As the warmth inside filled me, I let it fall open.
A prickle along the back of my neck alerted me to someone's stare. I glanced casually around the room and spotted two men partly hidden in shadow near the corner. Poison and weakness sapped my gift for seeing the heart and soul of others, leaving me to watch carefully from the corner of my eye. I felt blind and deaf with no more senses than a mortal possessed. A glance between them, a touch, made them seem more than just casual friends. Lovers perhaps?
A shiver ran up my back. Or a pair of predators seeking prey such as a lone female. I had seen many women walking alone. So why had these two focused on me? Did they sense my weakness? Even as weak as I was, a pair of mortal males would be wise to avoid my wrath. However, I decided retreat would serve me best, no need to draw attention. I turned to finish my meal quickly.
A body leaned against the bar to my left and ordered a drink. I kept my inspection of him hidden behind lowered lashes; dark hair, olive skin and medium height with a sexy smirk. His friend from the corner half sat on the bar stool to my right. Tall, blond and built, probably a Northman, and randy. Big randy barbarian in a tavern. How typical! Great, just what I needed.
Definitely predators on the hunt, and I their chosen prey.
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