DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays & Mondays (17 Dec)

Join Changeling Press every Monday (and Sunday in December) for the full first chapter excerpts of all the new releases of the previous Thursday.

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays (17 Dec):

Santa's Slay by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Christmas Romance, Interracial)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/santas-slay-by-stephanie-burke/

Possession by Marteeka Karland
(Erotic MFMM Vampire Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/possession-by-marteeka-karland/

Jingle Spells by Dakota Cassidy
(Erotic MF Shifter Christmas Humor Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/jingle-spells-by-dakota-cassidy/

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (16 Dec):

Santa's Helpers: Decorating Spirit by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Christmas Romance, Interracial)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/decorating-spirit-by-zenobia-renquist/

Santa's Helpers: Her Christmas Elf by Sarah Makela
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Christmas Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/her-christmas-elf-by-sarah-makela/

Santa's Helpers: Snowflake by Cynthia Sax
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Christmas Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/snowflake-by-cynthia-sax/

Santa's Helpers: Drink Me Sweetly by Adera Orfanelli
(Erotic MF Vampire Christmas Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/drink-me-sweetly-by-adera-orfanelli/




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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 (13 Dec) -- New Naughty List Winners!

The Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title on release day!

** Congratulations to our second round winners!

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New Releases

Vampsblood: Possession by Marteeka Karland $3.99
No one -- not human, not Vampsblood -- is going to come between Josette and her mates.

Spotlight: Jingle Spells by Dakota Cassidy $1.99
This Christmas a snarky werewolf and an arrogant alien are about to receive the gift of giving...

Santa's Slay by Stephanie Burke $4.49
Jack Frost doesn't nip. He bites -- and bites hard.

Spotlight: A Changeling for All Seasons by Kate Douglas, Kate Hill, Sahara Kelly, Judy Mays, Shelby Morgen, Angela Knight, Willa Okati, Marteeka Karland and Lacey Savage $8.99
Filled with the unexpected, this paranormal anthology offers something to savor for every season!

New Hot Flashes

Santa's Helpers: Drink Me Sweetly by Adera Orfanelli $2.99
Cora's new barista is tempting her to try a new drink this holiday season -- him!

Santa's Helpers: Snowflake by Cynthia Sax $2.99
A very naughty fairy meets a bad, bad demon.

Santa's Helpers: Her Christmas Elf by Sarah Mäkelä $2.99
Lost in a forest, Vera finds an Elf who gives her a Christmas to remember.

Santa's Helpers: Decorating Spirit by Zenobia Renquist $2.99
She's making sure Christmas comes more than once this year.

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All Holiday Howlz, Sugarplums, and White Hot Christmas stories now only 99¢

A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest -- Win Free Books For a Year!

Nine readers will win Free Books For A Year:
One book a month (Five winners, 12 books each)
Two books a month (Two winners, 24 books each!)
Two books a week (Two winners, 104 books each!)

And the Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title on release day!

The best part -- all you have to do to get on Changeling's Naughty List is buy any Santa's Helpers Christmas title at www.ChangelingPress.com during the month of December and you're automatically entered to win.

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DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (19 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.

Posted on Monday (19 Nov):

** Razor's Edge: Office Work by Ayla Ruse
(Erotica Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Multi-Partner Contemporary Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/office-work-by-ayla-ruse.html

** Protect and Serve: Speed Demon by Cynthia Sax
(Erotic MM Futuristic Paranormal Suspense Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/speed-demon-by-cynthia-sax.html

** Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland
(Erotic MF Shifter Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/stakeout-by-shelby-morgen-and-marteeka.html

** Broken Wings Part One by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic MM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/broken-wings-part-1-by-stephanie-burke.html

Posted on Saturday (17 Nov):

** Polanski Brothers: Home of Eternal Rest by Dakota Cassidy
(Erotic MF Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/polanski-brothers-home-of-eternal-rest.html

** Possession Obsession by Ciarra Sims
(Erotic BBW BDSM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/possession-obsession-by-ciarra-sims.html

** Telesians 1: The Siren's Challenge by Alice Gaines
(Erotic MF Futuristic/SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/the-sirens-challenge-by-alice-gaines.html

** Freedom 1: Freedom Rising by Willa Okati
(Erotic MM Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/freedom-rising-by-willa-okati.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Cirque Caprice 2: Tumbling by Julia Talbot
(Erotic MMF BBW Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/tumbling-by-julia-talbot.html

** Cafe Midnight: Chamomile Nights by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic MF IR Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/chamomile-nights-by-zenobia-renquist.html

** Shifter's Galaxy 1: Accommodating Desire by Silvia Violet
(Erotic BDSM MMF Shifter SciFi Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/accommodating-desire-by-silvia-violet.html

** Dragos 4: Inflamed by Amber Kallyn
(Erotic MF Dragon Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/inflamed-by-amber-kallyn.html

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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

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New eBooks Now Available at Changeling Press!

"Twilight of the Gods" by Mychael Black
"Tender Warrior" by Ashlynn Monroe
"Forever Wicked: Serena's Prince" by Ayla Ruse
"His Pleasure" by Melyssa Jay

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New 1¢ Sale!
Tossed in Space
by Dakota Cassidy

A movie set, an icy-hot Wookiee knock-off movie extra, and a closet with a lock on the inside...

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=253

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Spirits of Abaddon: Twilight of the Gods
by Mychael Black
Cover art: Reneé George
BIN: 05880-01886
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Magic, Alternative Universe, Gay
Series: Spirits of Abaddon (#4)
Length: Novella

Time has run out for Jesse, Gabriel and Lazarus. With the rogue archdemon Hiil and his vast army marching for Abaddon from a neighboring world, Gabriel is forced to make a decision that may mean the death of one of his lovers. As an elemental, Lazarus once sought control of Ba'al's lands. Things have changed, but if Ba'al returns, the ice mage's word may not be enough to keep him from the archdemon's wrath.

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1886

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Tender Warrior
by Ashlynn Monroe
Cover art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 05871-01883
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Men and Women in Uniform, Dark Desire, Alternative Universe
Series: Aurora (#3)
Length: Novella

The Earthling Tasmin Robinson, consort to Prince DeMarcus, has been kidnapped by separatist cultists. LaJesa is a trained warrior and resents being sent after the prince's wayward Human. To make matters worse, she's forced to work with an Earth soldier, Master Sergeant Thaxton Mick, the most infuriating creature she's ever met.

LaJesa's no separatist, but she's worked hard to gain the respect of her fellow warriors, and that has meant putting heart and soul into her work. She's got no time for relationships. Certainly not with some annoying Human. And she's definitely not falling in love with him. No matter how skilled, or handsome, the Human proves to be, she needs him to concentrate on his job, not on seducing her.

Can they save the consort without killing each other in the process?

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1883

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Forever Wicked: Serena's Prince
by Ayla Ruse
Cover art: Reneé George
BIN: 05899-01892
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
Series: Forever Wicked (Multi-Author) (#9)
Length: Novella

Serena never thought asking for help from a frog would result in her being naked and tied to her bed. She should be afraid. She should call for the guards. She definitely should not be... begging for more.

Prince Rennick needs to get his hands on Serena's necklace –- the one item sure to break the curse that turned him into a frog. When an accident makes him temporarily human, he cannot help but use his Dominant nature to bend Serena to his will.

What should have broken the curse turns into a desperate attempt to save Rennick's life. As they try to find the key, Rennick demands much from Serena, but is she willing to surrender everything to this frog-turned-prince?

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1892

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Razor's Edge: His Pleasure
by Melyssa Jay
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
BIN: 05889-01889
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
Length: Hot Flash

Sir demands complete submission. But sometimes she has trouble living up to what he expects of her. Luckily, Sir has the patience to punish in the most erotic ways possible, even when she's naughtily disobeyed his order not to come without his permission.

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1889

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Wolf Mates Collection by Dakota Cassidy

Wolf Mates (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy

Cover art: Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-686-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters
Series: Wolf Mates
Length: Collection
Page Count: 347

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1747

Blurb

Derrick Adams is not happy. His pack of werewolves isn't like all the others...
Derrick's brother Max found his lifemate in the pound, he has a cousin who's a vegetarian, and Xavier Wolf comes from a pride, instead of a pack. Lassiter Adams isn't exactly what he seems, either. Neither is his parakeet!
Now Derrick has a lifemate of his own -- and she isn't barking. You'll laugh, you'll sigh, and you'll need a fan, because these stories are exceptionally hot!
This collection contains the previously released novellas An American Werewolf in Hoboken, What's New Pussycat?, Moon Over Manhasset, and Ruff & Ready. This collection is also available in print!
Excerpt
Wolf Mates (Collection)
Dakota Cassidy
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Dakota Cassidy
Excerpt from What's New Pussycat?
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.

"Meow."

"Do you see?" Derrick Adams hollered as he held up the cat carrier, thrusting it in his brother Max's face. A black paw, claws unleashed, reached out to swipe at Max's face. Max reached his finger into the carrier's front. "Hey, kitty..." he cooed, making an irritating clicking noise with his tongue.

The paw reached out again, unsheathing its claws once more, and the cat carrier hissed. Max jumped back as the cage rocked in Derrick's hands.

Tell me, foolish one, what makes humans believe that we kitties enjoy a finger shoved in our faces? Bring it here, boy-toy. Lemme show you what pretty teeth I have...

Mortals were so unbelievably stupid, especially male mortals. Even if they were good looking, Martine Brooks thought. She felt the hair on her back lift in irritation as the silly human tried again to soothe her with a finger that might result in a bloody stump if he didn't back off.

He stuck his handsome face in the opening of the cage and purred at her. Martine yawned.

If only you knew how desperately stupid you look. Max, is it?

However, in order to keep from blowing her cover, Martine had to play the game. She'd yet to figure out what she was undercover for, but whatever. She only knew she shouldn't shift and she sensed that, even if she didn't know the reasons why. It did, however, mean something was preventing her. Be it intuition or premonition, she just knew her best bet was to remain in her cat form. At least for now until she could figure out what in all of creation she was doing here. Martine prepared for a good howl, thus indicating that the pretty boys should go away and leave her the hell alone while she waited to be set free and get some wide open space to shift in.

This time she got closer to the cage opening and howled for all she was worth into Max's face. As pitifully as her vocal cords would allow, just like she'd seen other cats do on Animal Planet.

"Maybe you should take her to your place and let her out of the cage, Derrick?" the pretty dark-haired girl said as she winced.

Well, duh. Very astute. A good stretch was just what she needed. She'd suffered as much indignity as one girl could handle in a lifetime.

The man named Derrick shook her cage. "Be quiet, would you! God," he complained, "she could wake the dead. So, Max, what do you intend to do about this?"

Max shook his head and slapped Derrick on the back. "Nothin' I can do, Derrick. Your prophecy is your prophecy. You know Eva's chicken soup."

Yes, it was good for the soul, wasn't it? What prophecy? Martine wondered.

Derrick held up the cage again. She really wished he'd stop rocking the damn thing. A hairball was bound to hurl from her throat at warp speed if he kept this up.

"This -- this -- is my prophecy?" Martine heard Derrick yell, disbelief lacing his tone. "How in all of the animal kingdom can this be my prophecy?"

Max shrugged his shoulders and the pretty dark-haired woman spoke again. "I didn't believe it either, Derrick, but who can say when you'll find love -- or with whom?"

Love? Um, no, no.

What was this, Mutual of Omaha? No love. Martine needed to get the hell out of this damn cage and shift so she could get the frig away from these people and their wing-nut prophecies. She believed in spells and stuff. No prophecies.

"Well, Derrick," Max said. "Guess what? She's all yours. Eva hasn't been wrong so far. Now go away. I have pups to make." The dark-haired woman giggled, rather flirty and stupid if you asked Martine.

But NO ONE was asking the cat.

"My lifemate is not a Goddamn cat!"

Whoa... stop right there, hot stuff. Lifemate? Did these people dig into the catnip or what? She didn't have a lifemate. Martine belonged to a warlock and had for many years now, cursed to spend the rest of her life at his beck and call. Oh, Escobar was just gonna love this. She was Escobar's familiar and he wasn't going to be too pleased about this little turn of events.

"Wolves do not mate with cats!" Derrick roared and shook the cage again for emphasis. Martine's stomach lurched.

Wolves? Like woof-woof? Full moons and carnivores?

That was it. Martine couldn't stop the roll of her stomach. She heaved a long moment and then coughed, opening her mouth wide.

"And now, it's gonna puke," Derrick said sarcastically.

Ick. Martine gagged and finally relieved her throat of the ball lodged in it since this lunatic had stuffed her into this cage.

How's that for ya? A round hairball lay at her feet.

Whew, that was better.

Unattractive, but better.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1747

Paranormal Mates Society Vol 1 by Dakota Cassidy and Rachel Bo

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)

by Dakota Cassidy, Rachel Bo, Willa Okati and Lacey Savage Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-683-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 280

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1703

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

Vamps masquerade as werewolves, fire serpents melt the hearts of Yetis, a psychic tames her genie -- it's Satan's own online dating service, and chaos has never been quite this hot!
This anthology contains the previously released Paranormal Mates Society novellas Matchmaker's Match, Finders Keepers, Long Tall Furry, and Chunkybuttfunky.
Excerpt:
Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)
All rights reserved.
Excerpt from Long Tall Furry by Rachel Bo
Copyright ©2011 Rachel Bo
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.
Goss grabbed her bag and led her to a snow-treaded, heavy-duty all terrain vehicle built exactly to his specifications. Sinna's eyes widened, but she said nothing as he handed her a helmet and climbed on board. She pulled the helmet over her head and hopped on behind him. "Let's go!"
He couldn't help showing off, gunning the motor and doing a three-sixty before they shot up the side of the mountain.
The wind's roar and the engine's rumble were all he could hear, music to his ears as they skated over the brittle snow toward his home. He almost forgot Sinna was there, until her arms tightened painfully around his middle and she yelled "Stop!" in his ear.
Goss killed the engine, sliding to a standstill. Sinna slid off the ATV, and stood in the knee-deep snow, panting heavily.
"Are you all right?" He thought she was scared, until she raised her eyes. The pupil was now a vertical slit, and her topaz irises rimmed in red. Astonished, he sat there unbelieving and watched as she tore at her clothes, kicking off her sneakers, peeling away her skin-tight jeans, tossing her thick sweater over her head.
There she stood, in all her jet-black glory. Goss swallowed, painfully aware of the bulge at his crotch.
"Fuck me," Sinna hissed. "Please."
Under any other circumstances, Goss would have turned and raced in the opposite direction. Yet those eyes, those inhuman, mesmerizing eyes were begging him to understand. There was pain there, and the promise of an explanation, but what she needed now was the one thing his body was all too eager to give her.
With a growl, Goss leaped to the ground and gathered her up in his arms.
Her lips, so hot against his, tasted of spikenard. Just like the Himalayan herb, Sinna was precious and rare, a prize to be cherished and guarded for all of his days. He grunted in surprise at his reaction. But God, she was sweet. Soft in all the right places, and yet firm and hefty in his embrace. With this woman, there was no fear of breaking her.
He shifted one hand to grip her shoulder, bending her back so that his tongue could savor the rapidly beating pulse at her neck. Moaning, she reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, dragging his head to her breast.
Goss opened his mouth, covering the midnight-hued pearl of her nipple, drawing it deep into his throat. Sinna whimpered, arching, pressing into him.
Gods, but she was hot! Literally feverish. Her flesh where it touched his burned like wildfire, making him ache, but it was a delicious pain, a sensation that sent pleasure spiraling down to his groin. Supporting her with one arm, he reached down and ripped off his khakis, groaning with relief as this freed his painful erection.
"Now," Sinna cried. "Please, do it now!"
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1703

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

WOLF by Dakota Cassidy, Marteeka Karland, Kira Stone, and Sierra Dafoe

Wolf (Collection)

by Dakota Cassidy and Marteeka Karland and Kira Stone and Sierra DafoeCover art: Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-546-4

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Werewolves, Magic

Length: Collection

Page Count: 248

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1654

Blurb
Werewolves are tenacious creatures, hunting their prey -- and their lovers -- with deadly accuracy. Rarely do they miss their mark. Give that wolf a human form and he's almost invincible. Except when it comes to matters of the heart. Their lovers aren't the type to submit easily. It will take all their skills -- both human and lupine -- to get what they want. But then, they never settle for anything less...
Werelock by Dakota Cassidy
Addison Ross agrees to go on an All Hallows Eve pumpkin picking expedition to appease her niece and nephew. Hoo boy does she ever pick a winner. Beneath her pumpkin lies a talisman that brings the delish Caleb Marsden into her life. Caleb Marsden, the werelock...
Wild Ones by Kira Stone
Bitten by a ferocious wolf, Billy's need for solitude leads him to carve out a territory in the Canadian wilderness. Luc's small pack is made up of weres with the ability to control the elements. They need Billy to complete the circle... but first the Wild Ones will have to catch him...
The Witching Hour by Marteeka Karland
Hazel really wants to be the witch her Grandma always said she could be. Unfortunately, though her spells always work, they never quite work the way they're supposed to. Drake, the hunky werewolf next door, has an appetite for a certain witch... and it's all for her own good. After all, who ever heard of a virgin witch?
Wolf Bound by Sierra Dafoe
When Jenna's lover strands her on a ski slope in the Canadian Rockies, an enigmatic lone wolf rescues her -- only to transform into a naked, stunningly sexy man! Now Jenna is faced with a bitter dilemma: if she stays, she'll be putting his life at risk. If she leaves, it's his heart she'll be destroying...
This title is available in print. The novella Werelock was also included in Dakota Cassidy's collection Werecats and Werelocks.
Excerpt
Wolf (Collection)
Excerpt from Wolf Bound by Sierra Dafoe
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Sierra Dafoe

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.
A low crackling sound roused her, and she opened her eyes, suddenly aware of warmth and light. A small fire burned nearby, sending feeble gleams dancing over the cave walls. Surprised, Jenna lifted her head, looked down at the wolf, and froze.
The wolf was gone. Where he had lain, with her arms wrapped around him, was a man.
Jenna jerked away in shock, sending leaves scattering as she sprang to her feet. He didn't move. He lay on his side, facing away from her, apparently asleep -- and completely naked.
Slowly, she squatted next to him. Shaggy, silver-black hair hid his features, and Jenna stared at him. Where had he come from? How? When? Then another question occurred to her and she spun, scanning the cave. Except for the two of them, it was empty.
"Wolf?" Jenna scrambled to the entrance. The clouds had closed in, completely blocking the moon's light, and she could make out nothing in the blackness. "Wolf? Wolf!" She whirled back to the inexplicable man. If he'd driven Wolf out, wounded, maybe dying...
She shook his shoulder roughly. "Where's the wolf?" she demanded. "Hey! Where's the wolf?"
He rolled onto his back, and she realized he was shivering, his broad shoulders shaking with cold or illness. Something about the way he kept his arm clamped tight to his muscular side gave her the impression he'd been injured.
"Hey!" She shook him again, hard. His shaggy hair slid back from his face, and Jenna shrank back. One high, ivory cheekbone was scored with red, inflamed claw marks.
No. No, that's not possible. That's not...
Then he opened his eyes -- yellow eyes. Predator's eyes. Wolf's eyes.
Jenna screamed.
His pale face clenched at her reaction. He rolled away, curling up onto his side, his broad shoulders hunched like an unhappy child's. Jenna turned, wanting to bolt from the cave -- but where could she go? She didn't even have her coat, for God's sake. It was still under the man...
Under the wolf.
No!
The man shifted, rolling to his feet, and Jenna scrambled back, bracing herself against the wall of the cave. But he merely moved to the fire, crouched down by it, and added another chunk of wood to the flames.
As he studied the fire, she studied him -- the long, silver-black hair, the rippling torso, the broad shoulders with their hard planes of muscle... Everything about him was lean, corded, powerful. She found her gaze dwelling on the firm curves of his ass, and quickly averted her eyes.
He hunkered on his haunches easily, as if he'd never even seen a chair. His arm was still clenched against his side -- but when he shifted, reaching for her parka, she gasped at the sight of the gash that curved down his abdomen.
It wasn't possible. It wasn't...
Jenna moved slightly, and the man glanced over at her, pulling her coat closer around his shaking shoulders. His face was pale, angular, the well-molded jaw leading up to broad, prominent cheekbones. His lashes, so thick and black they looked almost kohled, curved against his ivory skin. Behind his thick, shaggy hair, his yellow eyes gleamed, feral and intent.
There was such force to his features, such a wildness...
"Wolf?" she whispered. His eyes burned into hers.
No, it wasn't possible. But there was no other explanation.
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All Wrapped Up Volume 1: Ann Jacobs, Dakota Cassidy, Kate Hill, Angela Knight

All Wrapped Up Vol. 1

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

ISBN: 978-1-60521-552-5

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

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters

Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 267

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Blurb:

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

The Ex-Files (Collection)


by Dakota Cassidy

Cover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-59596-982-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Time Travel, Collections

Theme(s): Vampires

Length: Collection

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Blurb:
Meet Maddie, Vicky, Katy, and Maxie. Each woman devastated -- and divorced.

So what do you do when you're drowning in a sea of pity and Häagen-Dazs? Join a support group with others just like you. Give yourselves a cute name like The Ex-Files, go out for karaoke from time to time, argue often, oh, and indulge in a crazy second chance at love with the help of your nutty new friends.

Join four women as they laugh, cry, time travel, meet a vampire and a cursed warrior, but most importantly, learn to love again!

This collection contains the previously released novellas Mayhem and Maddie, Maxie's Man, Kinky Katy, Maddie Got Run Over by a Reindeer, and Vicky the Vixen.


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The Ex-Files


Dakota Cassidy

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"Reeeuunited and it feels sooo goooood... Reeeuunited cuz it's under... good." No, not good, it was something else, but she couldn't remember. Undergood wasn't a word, was it? No, that wasn't right. Ah, well, it didn't matter. She was a SUPERSTAR.

Maddie was officially six sheets to the wind and loving every minute. Opting to karaoke via her chair, head thrown back, loud and frighteningly off key, she sang her heart out.

"Bartender..." Maddie slapped the table with the palm of her hand, "I need another drink. A big, big, big one." Maddie's head fell forward on her arms. She laid her cheek against her wrist and closed her eyes.

Maxine leaned over toward Maddie and brushed the hair from her eyes. "No, mi amiga, you don't need another drink. You need to go home and get some sleep."

Maddie lifted her head from the table and tried to focus on Maxine. "No, I want another drink. I want one with the pretty pink umbrella like Victoria has." Was that her with the slurred speech?

"Darling, you're smashed," Victoria informed her, "and I think they only give you a pink umbrella if you have what I'm drinking and you can't do that, Maddie, because then you're mixing your alcohol, which leads to puking and puffy eyes and all sorts of things that are ugly for your skin."

Maddie pounded her hand on the table again. "I want another drink." Pushing the hair out of her eyes, she waved her arm in the air, pointing her finger at the poor bartender. "You, bring me another drink and put an umbrella in it. Humor me."

"Hookay, Maddie, it's time to go home. I'm calling Corrine so we can get your address." Katy rubbed her back in soothing circles while she called Corrine on her cell phone.

"Okay, Corrine," she heard Katy say somewhere far off in the distance, "I will, I promise. Bye."

Maddie felt her head bobbing, but she couldn't seem to get control of the up and down motion. "Is Corrine going to get me another drink?"

Katy chuckled. "No, but she said you're missing the Home and Garden channel's spring extravaganza..."

Maddie sat upright. Ooh, a spring extrava... ex... extra... Oh, whatever. She loved their fall bonanza. Was it fall? Yes, it would have had to be, because there were no winter flowers and that was the last one she could recall watching. Were there flowers in the winter? No, certainly not. It was too cold. Brrr, cold.

"Okay, Kaky," Maddie said, popping up, "I have to go. The Home and Garden channel has a special tonight."

"I've called you a cab. C'mon, we'll wait outside with you. I think a little air would be a good thing."

Maddie let Katy lead her through the bar and out the door. "You are really nice, Kaky. I like you and I think your husband was a stupid head for drifting away... Or whatever he did."

Victoria let her perfect nails rest under her nose to mask the smell of Maddie's breath. "Whew, Maddie, you are snockered."

Maddie threw her arms around Victoria, knocking her slight frame backward. "Oh, Victoriaaa, Vic... turia... Vick-EEE, maybe you should get snockered too, an' then you won't be a CON-TROL freak."

Victoria patted her back and stepped away from Maddie. "Right, darling, and you're the perfect example of what I want to be when I finally run amok. Thanks for showing me the way."

"Uurre welcome." Maddie smiled, her lips curling awkwardly.

Maxine giggled when Maddie wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Maxie, did Mr. Puerto Rico do that to you?" She referred to the small, white scar by Maxine's lip. Maxine's hand flew to her mouth, but Maddie pushed it away. "He's a mean jerk and if he ever touches you again, I'll... I'll... well, I dunno what I'll do. But it'll be really bad. So there." Maxine hugged her hard and Maddie sniffed the warm cinnamon and vanilla flavor of her coat.

"Okay, Maddie. We'll see you next week, I guess, right?" Maxine asked.

"Are we gonna get snockered and sing karaoke again?"

Katy took Maddie by the hand and opened the cab door for her. "We'll see what happens then, okay? For now you go home and get a good night's rest."

"K... Kaky, bye."

Maddie watched as the three women turned into a blur of color that made holding her head upright difficult. She liked them and she wanted to go back to see them again, but not before she had more sex.

Cole would want to have sex. She'd call Cole.

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The Spy Who Shagged Me by Dakota Cassidy

The Spy Who Snagged Me (Collection)

by Dakota Cassidy cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-245-6

Genre(s): Humor & Satire, Collections

Length: Collection

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Blurb:
Take a peek inside for super spies (okay, so there's some bumbling involved), super villains (think realllly evil), and one super ghost hunter (with gadgets and stuff, oh, my) plus some super, smokin' hot romance!
James Bondage: An abandoned warehouse, some fancy spy gadgets and two spies vying for the same spy coup. Oh, and a pair of handcuffs...
Blunder Woman: Deep in the heart of the city, evil lurks -- and it wishes Captain Daring dead. One woman alone can save him. Err, right after she graduates from Hero Bootcamp...
Jane's Blonde: When her sister Cindy goes missing, retired -- and newly divorced -- washed-up ex-international spy Jane Blonde gets a call from her old boss. But there's a catch. Alejandro Estes wants back into her bed. And her life.
Who Ya Gonna Call?: What's a guy to do when a hot babe has a ghost that needs busting? Yep -- you guessed it. Gustavo's going in and taking no prisoners... except maybe Devon Masters...
Publisher's note: This collection contains the previously released novellas James Bondage, Blunder Woman, Jane's Blonde, and Who Ya Gonna Call?.
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The Spy Who Snagged Me
Dakota Cassidy
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Of all the days to find out she was going to miss her highlight appointment with her personal hair god, Enrique.

Your mission -- to infiltrate and expose the identity of the ever elusive Missile Marvin. Most notably sought for his arms/nuclear missile dealings with nefarious Middle Eastern terrorists. He is considered extremely dangerous. Utilize every resource available to you when meeting with him, Agent Crisco.

Why did every fucktard bad guy have to be "extremely dangerous"? Couldn't they just be mild mannered so she wouldn't break a nail? She made a mental note to reschedule Enrique because she had a funny feeling her hair was going to need an uber fluffing after this gig.

Cindy Crisco, international spy and ex-beauty queen, glanced one last time at the note from "The Boss" at NSU, locking into her memory the location where the drop from Missile Marvin was to occur, and watched as the paper turned into minute particles, then completely disappeared.

How the fuck the geeks at NSU made stuff disappear before your very eyes was beyond her. That Sheldon in the lab was some kinda genius.

Her eyes fell to her watch/phone on her wrist. If she planned to catch this Marvin, she'd better bust a move. The note from Thor Newcastle, head honcho at NSU, had said he was on the move.

Popping open her briefcase of goodies, Cindy double-checked what was available to her in the event she captured Marvin. A polished, silver nail file winked at her from inside the briefcase. It was, indeed, one of her most lethal weapons. Dried up beauty queens of the world unite!

And capturing Marvin with whatever she had in her bag of tricks was exactly what she intended to do.

She'd worked for months, watching him and waiting for the right moment to pounce. Marvin thought she wanted to buy some guns, and this was their first face-to-face meeting arranged via an NSU plant in Marvin's organization. Cindy couldn't afford to screw this up. Especially with that new guy hot on her heels for a better position at NSU.

Though, she had to admit, the new guy was the shit, even if his name was dumb. Hot, cut, tight ass, biceps the size of bowling balls and shaggy, dark hair that needed her hairdresser Enrique desperately.

Struggling to get into her Lycra jumpsuit, Cindy blew out a breath of air. Obviously, Sheldon's penchant for pretty, shiny things extended to women's clothing as well.

He'd defended the tight garment fervently when she'd first been given it to test squeeze into. "It's bulletproof, Cindy," Sheldon said with superiority from the corner of his mouth as he looked down the lens of the microscope.

"Yeah, and it shows every fricken' bullet hole in my ass," she complained back.

"Those aren't bullet holes, Agent Crisco. That's cellulite," he reminded her quite clinically.

Observant little dork, eh? "Thanks, Sheldon. Do you think when you design the next bulletproof fashion faux pas, it could be a nice bulky sweater and slacks? I think you've been watching too much Matrix."

"It wasn't enough that I made you those mock Pradas so you could run, yet still be 'cute' when you do so, Ms. Former Beauty Queen?" he mocked.

Cindy sighed. Did no one understand the importance of looking your best when nabbing bad guys? "I was just putting in a request."

"I'll look into it, Agent Crisco," he said while his teenybopper face broke into a sly smile.

Cindy rolled her eyes as she zipped up the tight jumpsuit, catching a quick glance at her ass in her full-length mirror.

Bulletproof, schmullet proof.

Excerpt from James Bondage
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It's a Vampire Thing by Dakota Cassidy

It's a Vampire Thing (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-243-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Collections
Theme(s): Vampires
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Claire Treemont is a small-town coroner with a small-town social life -- as in, nonexistent. When a yummy body enters her life one night at the county morgue, Claire is astonished to find she's pretty sad he's dead. I mean, honestly, how often does someone like her get to gaze upon a body like that?

Zachariah Kowalski's got an affliction that has him waking up in places that are, to say the least, inconvenient. He also has a life mate who escapes him from century to century just as they're about to seal the vampire deal. Kinda frustrating, huh?

Add in a best friend, Jarrod, who's ever so helpful, and an ex who'd rather see him dead than with another woman, and you get... trouble. Oh, and a wild, passionate ride against time...
Desdemona Smitrovitch is a bad, bad girl. But Jarrod lusts after, er, likes Desi anyway -- at least when she's not trying to kill his best friend's woman. Jarrod thinks he can help Desi on the road to becoming a good girl.

Do good girls like floggers?

This collection contains the previously released novellas It's a Vampire Thing and Doing Desi.




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"Well, hello sugar!" Claire Treemont crooned softly to the naked male figure stretched out on the table. Come-hither baby blues stared blankly back at her.
Okay, so he had the glassy-eyed thing going on, but damn, was he babe-o-licious. Claire gently brushed a stray lock of silky black hair from his forehead, as though he were a small child. Her gaze traveled the length of his bulky form. Lifting the crisp fabric of the white, institutionally-issued sheet, she blew out a breathy sigh that bordered on dreamy as she eyed his package.
"Well now... ain't that just whistling Dixie? Look at the size of that monster!"
She cringed as her thoughts strayed to places they shouldn't, at least not in her profession. Tsk, tsk. Such a waste of prime male flesh.
Claire dropped the sheet reluctantly and grabbed her clipboard, pulling a pen from behind her ear. Stray tendrils of honey gold hair fell loose from the clip imprisoning them. She brushed at them impatiently, tucking them back in place, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was wasting while she lollygagged. She clicked on the voice-activated recorder, and began the tedious task of cataloguing hunk-o-rama's vital stats.
Whew, honey. He wasn't just long there, he was long everywhere. All six-foot-five of him. She snapped the tape measure back into its metal holder with a click. Folding back the sheet with care, she ran her hands over the rigid planes of his abdomen to detect any abnormalities. "Somebody works out, doesn't he?"
He must have used Abs of Steel, she mused, then smiled at herself for spending yet another night-shift talking to a corpse. Like he was really going to answer!
What was his name, anyway?
Running a finger quickly over his chart, she located his entry. Zachariah Kowalski.
"Kowalski, huh? Good thing you were so good looking, with a name like Kowalski." Claire smiled indulgently at him and took his body temp. The cold metal table vibrated beneath her touch.
Odd.
She turned to the instrument tray for her scalpel. The sensation of being watched skittered up her spine on spider's legs. She shook it off.
That's first-year rookie crap.
Claire had gotten over thinking the cadavers she attended were moving long ago, or that their glassy-eyed stares lingered on her. Indeed.
I need to spend more time with the living.
Thankfully, she began vacation tomorrow -- a long two weeks with nothing but time on her hands. Maybe she'd hit the singles bars. Ugh. And then again maybe not.
Again, she felt the curious conviction that someone was watching her. Ignoring it, she dug through the drawer full of gadgets trying to find a sterilized scalpel. Damn Albert for leaving behind a cluttered mess. She hated the day shift guys. She hated their small-town practices even more. Who the hell left a scalpel in a drawer with all the other stuff?
Hah! Claire latched onto the lone scalpel, feeling rather victorious. She checked to be sure the lethal weapon was still enclosed in its sterile sheathing, then tore it open.
Okay, handsome, here I come.
Smoothing her gloved hands over her lab coat before she began, she tugged at the waistband of the skirt beneath, yanking it up. God, she hated staff meetings and wearing skirts to impress the boss. Like she was gonna wear a ball gown while she hacked up dead bodies. Sheesh.
She pressed her fingers along Kowalski's cold, clammy skin, preparing the smooth surface for the incision. Locating just the right spot, she twirled the metal blade in her hand like a gunslinger and chuckled to herself. It was a shame to mar the perfection of such a beautiful specimen, but the funeral home would fix him up, good as new. She positioned the blade over his abdomen, near the fine sprinkling of black hair that narrowed to a point over his long cock.
A Herculean grip surrounded her wrist, so quick and startling that she jerked back and fell with a thud to the hard tile floor, scalpel clattering after her, wrist still held prisoner. Her heart clamored wildly in her chest.
She would not look up to see who or what held her in a death grip. No, no, no freakin' way!
Shit, she was gonna look up.
Cautiously, she raised terrified eyes just a hair to find Zachariah Kowalski peering down at her. His once-glassy baby blues crinkled at the corners, sparkling and full of life.
Holy dead guy, Batman!
His white teeth flashed as a wide grin spread across his angular face; he had the most glorious dimples. Dimples that were very much alive. Wavy black hair framed a handsome face, falling to brush the top of his shoulders. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as heat coursed a path down her arm. His smile was genuine, flashing perfect, white, evenly-spaced teeth as he asked, "Need some help?"
He swung his legs over the side of the examining table, letting the sheet fall to the floor. His thick, erect cock bobbed in her face. Claire's head followed the up-and-down motion in disbelief as the muscles in his thick thighs bulged.
Tugging on her arm, he pulled her up, their bodies now just inches apart. Standing, the top of Claire's head reached to just below his nipple, she noted absently. She screwed her eyes shut tightly.
No, this isn't happening.
She worked long hours and it was beginning to have an effect on her.
Yup, that's it.
"No, Claire, it's not the long hours you put in," Zachariah assured her with a deep chuckle.
His voice was like a liquid orgasm washing over her trembling body.
"Although such a beautiful woman really should get out more, you're not seeing things. Here, feel." He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Warm and smooth, it was incontrovertible evidence of his animate status.
He groaned. "See, I'm very much alive."
Oh, indeed you are. Claire's hands shook violently. And you know my name.
"Don't be afraid of me, Claire. I won't hurt you." His hot-chocolate tenor rippled through her veins like a heat wave.
Don't be afraid of the dead guy who just got up off your examining table, has a cock the size of a bull and isn't really dead, you say? A dead guy whose cock you have now firmly latched onto like you're declaring it your own...
She yanked her hand away.
Nah... me afraid? Never.
Claire struggled to remember where the door was so she could get the hell out of Dodge.
Zachariah's large hand shifted between her shoulder blades, and began to caress her back in slow, sensual circles. He pressed her closer and sniffed the air.
"Ah, Claire, you smell delicious, good enough to eat," he declared.
Um, okay, if this is supposed to be the scariest event of my life, then why are my knees melting like butter and my panties twisted in a knot to rival any sailor?
"Because you want me, Claire, and I want you. Now," he confirmed, just in case she was wondering.
Impossibly strong arms scooped her up, holding her tightly to his thick chest. "Where is your office?" he asked casually, as though he had asked where the soda machine was.
Without even thinking, she dazedly pointed in the general direction, and he whisked her off with determined strides, his bare feet slapping on the cold tile with each step.
Claire felt strangely disconnected, as if this was happening to someone else, and she was just a spectator.
Then he laid her gently on the maroon vinyl couch, and sat down beside her, caressing her face. His sparkling blue gaze pierced hers. She shivered in response, unable to tear her eyes away, allowing herself to be swept up in the moment, no matter how improbable, how impossible, it was.
"I'm going to say this as quickly as I can, Claire. I don't have time for explanations. I must fuck you."


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Werecats and Werelocks Collection by Dakota Cassidy

Werecats and Werelocks (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-244-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Four strong, sexy women, four kooky, supernatural dilemmas, four fantastically hot men. Four stories of the most unlikely, improbable way to find the love of your life. Join Felicity, Charlie, Frankie and Addison for a series of zany Dakota Cassidy adventures!

This collection contains the previously released novellas Catnipped, A Were-Cat Christmas, Werelock, and Confessions of a Wannabe Witch.

Excerpt:



Catnipped
Dakota Cassidy
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Copyright ©2009 Dakota Cassidy

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“You fucking redneck! I’ll kick your stupid ass!”
“Bring it, you asshole!”
Charlie Ledbetter beat feet into Fabulous Furries, her local pet store, grabbing a cart and hurrying past the two very large, very angry men who were clearly not happy with each other, judging by their livid scowls and clenched fists. Both were rather impressive in height and girth, but the guy with the jet-black hair was just a bit scarier than his lighter-haired foe.
Charlie shivered when she stepped around them. They gave off this bad ju-ju she wanted nothing to do with.
Being the “avoid trouble” kinda chick she was, she didn’t linger. Besides, Renee would kill her if she was late for her pork tenderloin with orange sauce and dinner was always on time at her best friend Renee’s. Time was of the essence.
Charlie scurried to the chew-toy aisle to pick up a new bone for her dog Pinky. Her Pug-Chihuahua mix needed some kind of entertainment while she was at the bookstore or her furniture would suffer in the way of shredded cushions and scarred wood. Pinky went through bones like J-Lo went through husbands and to not have a healthy supply of them meant her couch would meet a long drawn-out death.
Strolling along the aisle, she fingered the green dental bones, hanging neatly in a row. Pinky’s breath smelled like a Jersey dump and apparently, these bones promoted clean, sweet breath. But the Pinkster loved the clear bones and whatever made Pinky happy…
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the two men she’d seen in the front of the store, stalking one another in the cat food aisle beside hers. The lighter haired of the two stomped behind the guy whose hair was so black it gleamed blue highlights, yelling something.
And it didn’t sound like they were fucking around.
“I told you to stay the hell away from Tasha, you motherfucker!” the taller by an inch or so guy with light brown hair hissed between clenched teeth.
Charlie couldn’t help but overhear their anger over this Tasha. Yet she snapped her eyes back to the bones hanging in plastic wrap and turned her cart the other way, trying to focus on picking the right dog bone for her very picky Pinky.
But they weren’t making it easy. The conversation heated up and the hotter it got, the juicier it got. It was like rubbernecking. Charlie couldn’t turn her listening ears off or keep herself from sneaking peeks at grown men behaving like children.
“She’s not yours anymore, Quinn, and why would she be when she’s got this?” The raven-haired guy answered back and that was when Charlie caught another glance of him over her shoulder, grabbing at his package with a meaty paw.
Hoo boy.
She turned back around and made a face, jamming her chin into her jacket. Jesus, men really did think it was all about the schlong.
And it so wasn’t. Not that it hurt, mind you, but it didn’t amount to everything.
A loud growl went up and it struck her as odd. It was so deep and resonant, it almost didn’t sound human. With that, more words followed.
And they weren’t very nice in Charlie’s estimation, but she couldn’t blame the guy. The really dark-haired guy had thrown the “package” card into the universe. Men were sensitive about their meat and the lighter-haired guy was apparently no exception.
“I’ll -- fucking -- kill -- you!” he spat with succinct timing.
Oh, good. A death at Fabulous Furries. Sooooo not something she wanted to witness. But suddenly she had no choice. The thwack to her back, shoving her into her cart, was sharp, knocking the wind out of her momentarily. Her fingers clenched the cart while she sucked in a lungful of air before she turned to confront the Neanderthals.
God dammit! She bruised easily.
Gripping her side, she massaged her rib area, then narrowed her eyes and focused on her targets. Charlie stepped directly between both panting men, planting her hands on her hips. She faced the darker-haired guy and waved a finger. “Hey, knock it the hell off! You just crashed into me. I don’t know about you, but I hear there’ve been lawsuits over less. Now this is a public place. Can’t you see I’m in deep deliberation over which bone to choose for my precious? Jesus! I can’t think with the two of you yelling. Now take your business elsewhere. There are people here trying to shop in peace.”
Ooooh, but Cro-Magnon man clearly didn’t like to be chastised. He flipped the guy behind her the bird, then narrowed his gaze at Charlie. “Shut up, you bitch, and mind your own business,” he sniped, the set of his mouth forming a sneer.
Charlie gasped.
He. Did. Not.
Charlie, while usually not one to engage, became enraged. The motherfucker. She stood on her tippy toes and stuck her face in his. “I’m sorry. Was ‘bitch’ the word you used? For the love of dick, couldn’t you be more original? You slam into me and I’m the bitch? Ohhh, I so don’t think so. I’m going to find store security.”
But Charlie didn’t have time to finish telling the fucktard off.
The lighter-haired guy did it for her -- with menace. “Don’t call the lady a bitch, you fuck-up. I swear to God you have the mentality of a two year old!”
Okay, so the guy with the black hair didn’t much like being compared to a toddler -- though Charlie didn’t think he was far off the mark -- because the next thing Charlie knew, he was grabbing at the guy behind her and somehow after a scuffle of grabby hands and flailing arms ensued, she ended up in a big old manwich, stuffed like a piece of bologna between two men, the one on top of her weighing at least a good two hundred pounds.
The whoosh they made when they hit the ground was softened for Charlie because she landed right on top of the raven-haired, mouthy guy.

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Wolf Mates: An American Werewolf in Hoboken by Dakota Cassidy

SPOTLIGHT: An American Werewolf in Hoboken
by Dakota Cassidy
Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-068-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Humor
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Mates
Length: Novella




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Blurb:

No, no... I know what you’re thinking, but don’t let the cover fool you... this is not a BDSM story!! And it ain’t your typical werewolf tale either.JC Jensen, a hairdresser in Hoboken, New Jersey, is happy living alone and focusing on her career. JC decides that maybe a dog might be a better companion than the boyfriends she’s had, so she heads off to her local animal shelter to find a puppy that needs a home. Like a cute ball of fluff, ya know?When she comes home, it's with a beast that the shelter says is part wolf -- and destined to die. He’s mean, he's ornery, he has enough fleas to require fumigation, and he’s a hairdresser’s nightmare, but JC is compelled to adopt him. The shelter is amazed when he only responds to her (no surprise for you there I’ll bet). After a trip to PETsMART and a bath, JC dubs her new buddy Fluffy. Fluffy loves steak and hates her ex-boyfriend Jess, which is just fine by JC. He’s her perfect match -- so perfect she thinks if only he were a man they could pick out china together.But Fluffy likes to roam and when he takes off one night JC’s new neighbor Max Adams consoles her by inviting her in for pizza. Max is hot and he has a great head of hair. JC and Max have nothing in common -- he’s a country boy and she’s a city girl -- but sexually speaking (you knew that was coming, didn’t you?) Max is like no other man she’s met. He does have some peculiarities though…like a strange affinity for red meat, and his allergic reaction to anything silver. All of this has JC wondering where Max comes from and why -- despite their differences -- she can’t keep her hands off of him… Oh, and the biggest plus of all? Max really digs her big, mangy mutt Fluffy…

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Praise for An American Werewolf in Hoboken

"The erotica is a perfect weave of spice and sensuality. I really enjoyed the richness of the character development, and lots of giggles and full-on laughter throughout."
4 Tombstones! -- Jaded, Bitten by Books

"Ms. Cassidy's blend of humor and lust make for a marvelous read... [This] is a terrific book and I'm looking forward to more sinful humor from Ms. Cassidy."
-- Romance Junkies

"If only we could all meet our soul mates at the pound... In addition to the humor in this short novel there are many erotic scenes. These scenes are scorchers with so much sizzle you need a cold shower to calm down from them."
-- Marina, Cupid's Library Reviews

"This light-hearted romp is sexy and fun--vintage Dakota Cassidy. A fast, fun read--a perfect beach book (though the people in the next lounge chair over will wonder why you keep laughing so hard)."
-- Gillian Fitzgerald for Sensual Romance





Excerpt:

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Prologue

He ran as though the hounds of hell chased him, pounding the pavement with swift, measured strides. The click of his nails echoed in the rain soaked, empty streets. Flashes of buildings passed in a blur as his eyes sought frantically to find food. His long tongue slipped out of the side of his mouth, draping down over the thick hair that covered his chin -- er, muzzle.Panting, he eyed each alleyway from his peripheral vision, searching…The smells of the city assaulted his ultra sensitive nose. He sniffed the air, picking up the scent of broiled steak, pork chops with thick brown gravy, veal medallions in a creamy white sauce with sliced onion, and a sprig of parsley for garnish. Scalloped potatoes… no wait, they were au gratin.Oh, hell he was hungry.Shit, he really loved veal too… Wee little succulent morsels of calf that he couldn’t have right now because he was too damn busy playing this stupid game of “here, doggy, doggy.” Which he wouldn’t be doing if it weren’t for this vision.A sharp whistle stopped him in his tracks and again his ears pricked to the tune of, “Here, doggy, doggy!”Address me as I should be addressed. It’s Mr. Werewolf to you…If he could sigh he would. Instead he flared his nostrils and huffed.Did it get any worse than this? I mean, c’mon… who was this vision anyway? This soulmate who was supposed to rock his world? And where was it written that he had to play Mission Impossible just to get laid? This was above and beyond the call of duty for a little horizontal mambo.He hated all of this mumbo-jumbo folklore crap he’d been taught since he was a child. He really just wanted to hang out and play Nintendo 64. But the call of a good lay beckoned… or that’s what he heard it was going to be anyway. A good lay… good as opposed to none. He sure as hell hoped his soulmate appreciated this, cuz it was a crappy way to hook-up in his estimation.The Prophecy has spoken, Eva said…Prophecy? Hah! What kind of prophecy had you running around a town called Hoboken, with the butt crack squad hot on your heels? What kind of prophecy was found in a bowl of chicken noodle soup? But his family members claimed Eva knew all. How one could “know all” from processed chicken in a can was beyond him.Although, legend had it that if he didn’t follow his stupid path of destiny, he was shit for shineola. He’d have to face the mojo of all mojos. So, rather than risk the possibility that this destiny of his was flat-out stupid and it wasn’t worth a really freaky curse, he ran.Fast.Because he couldn’t afford to be caught and miss this prophecy thing.Racing down a deserted, dimly lit street, he spied a chain link fence that might be his ticket outta this.Except he had four paws and not a pair of legs to climb said fence.Well, shit.The thunder of feet diminished behind him. Maybe they’d given up. His ears pricked to the tune of the clink of the fence as the men climbed it.A bright light cornered him as he swept past a dumpster, only to find a dead end.Fucking ducky…“Hey look, he’s friggin’ huge,” one of the men commented.Ahh, the animal catching engineer… isn’t that what they called them now? Bright indeed, very bright. Damn right he was huge and he was going to take a bite out of his engineer ass if he came any closer.“Wait,” one of the bright twins said, “I’ve got something for him.” He began to dig around in his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag.He watched skeptically from the corner he was backed into and sniffed the air.“Look, puppy… look what I have…” Wiggling the meat in air, the animal catching engineer shook it at him. Obviously this was meant to entice him.He sniffed liberally the air that surrounded the meat. Oh, fuck that. It was going to take a helluva lot more than some cheap round steak to get him to bite. He was a filet mignon kind of guy…His stomach growled in protest, meaning, round steak was better than no steak.Well, okay, he’d bite. He could easily knock this guy out as he snatched the meat from him. Snarling, he came closer, moving in on Einstein’s hand, exposing his teeth.Teeth… it was all about showing them the teeth. Freaked everybody out.He leapt in an arc Bruce Jenner would be envious of, snatching the meat and gobbling it halfway down his throat when he felt the sting of the dart.If he could, he would have sighed at how predictable that had been. Well, fuck, he thought as he fell to the ground with a hard thud and the world began to spin… looked like he was going to the pound.

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