DRB1stChp Changeling Spotlight 15 July 2013

DRB1stChp hosted Changeling Press new release spotlight. Full first chapters online. Check them out:

** How Not to Date a Changeling by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic Paranormal IR Romance, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/07/how-not-to-date-a-changeling-by-stephanie-burke/

** Fight or Flight by Mychael Black
(Erotic Shifter Vampire Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/07/fight-or-flight-by-mychael-black/

** Mookyul by Ana Raine
(Erotic Contemporary BDSM Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/07/mookyul-by-ana-raine/

** Film Me by Megan Slayer
(Contemporary BDSM Erotica, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/07/film-me-by-megan-slayer/

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New Releases: 11 July 2013

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Duration of day: 11 hours, 55 minutes (4 seconds longer than yesterday)

How Not to Date a Changeling by Stephanie Burke $4.49
Disappearing chocolate, cries of ecstasy ringing out in the night -- sounds like a Changeling...
Genre(s): Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: How Not To (#8)
 http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2077

Fight or Flight (Dark Reign 4) by Mychael Black $3.99
Being a pariah is a burden no man should have to bear, but for Eric Salvatore, it's brutal reality.
Genre(s): Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves, Gay
Series: Dark Reign (#4)http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2080

Mookyul (Pretty Boy 3) by Ana Raine $4.49
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Shunga, Gay
Series: Pretty Boy (#3)
Is a life with Sae-Min worth the cost the Kkangpae will extract if Mookyul accepts their offer?http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2078

Film Me (Razor's Edge) by Megan Slayer $2.99
Everyone wants to be in his pictures, but he's challenged her for more.
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
Series: Challenges (#4)http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2081

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Dark Reign-- Atonement by Mychael Black

Dark Reign: Atonement
by Mychael Black

Cover art: Reneé George
BIN: 05542-01775
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves, Gay
Series: Dark Reign (#3)
Length: Novella
Page Count: 38

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Blurb:
Marcus Deleon has spent most of his life saving his fellow weres from the hands of his ex-lover, the vampire Dalton Gray. Now he's facing an all-out war after one of his Enforcers kills several of Gray's guards. The allies he has to rely on can be counted on one hand until unexpected help arrives, bearing the fragile body of an injured were child and inside knowledge into Gray's operations.

Excerpt:
Dark Reign: Atonement
Mychael Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2012 Mychael Black

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Jordan winced with the impact, but he didn't struggle against the werewolf's grip around his throat. The man tightened the hold, claws threatening to pierce Jordan's skin.
From one set of captors into the hands of another. "Deleon. I need to speak to Deleon!" Jordan had expected a cold reception, but he hadn't realized just how strong the wolves were.
"Who are you?"
Despite the hand at his neck, Jordan glanced over to his right. A tall, muscular figure stepped out of the shadows. His long coat obscured his body. When the hood fell back, Jordan could only stare. He'd seen many werewolves in his lifetime, but none quite matched the allure of the man before him.
Jet black hair fell over broad shoulders, and the sharp features of the man's face held no flaws whatsoever. Where Jordan was slim and lithe, this man was nothing but pure muscle. Jesus...
"He asked you a question," the brute with the iron fist growled, snapping Jordan's attention back to the matter at hand. "Answer or..."
"Release him, Vaughn."
"Of course." The brute -- Vaughn, apparently -- stepped back, letting Jordan fall to his knees on the filthy alley pavement.
"You are not one of us." The man in the coat crouched down before Jordan. "You are one of them."
"Jordan Silva." Jordan coughed. He glared at Vaughn, then looked back to the man before him. "I was told to find Deleon."
"Why?"
Jordan gestured to the rusted door a few feet farther down the alley. Vaughn headed for the door and jerked it open. Jordan looked back at the man in front of him. "I was told Deleon could help her."
"Marcus!"
The man -- Marcus -- stood and joined Vaughn. A moment later, they emerged from the doorway, the young girl in Vaughn's arms. Jordan prayed the man was gentle with her. Marcus returned to Jordan, surprising Jordan by offering him a hand up.
"Come with us."
"What? Marcus, he's a vampire!" Vaughn snapped, shooting Jordan a scowl that would've curdled a human's blood.
"Take her home, Vaughn. Tia will look after her."
Vaughn snorted but obeyed without further question. Marcus sighed.
"You must forgive him. He has a strong dislike for your kind."
"After what I've seen, I would too," Jordan said.
Marcus lifted one dark eyebrow. "Why did you leave Gray? Why risk your life for one of ours?"
Jordan stared at a point over Marcus' shoulder. "Working for Gray wasn't exactly by choice. I was ordered to kill her, but I couldn't. I need to speak to Deleon."
"Come. I'm sure he will very much like to hear what you have to say."
Jordan followed Marcus a short distance to a sprawling house surrounded by a tall security fence. Marcus keyed in a series of numbers on the keypad, and the gate unlocked. Jordan didn't see any sign of Vaughn or the girl, and he hoped to the gods she was okay now.
"The others will not take well to a vampire being in our midst," Marcus warned as he led the way up a long driveway. "So long as you stay with me, you will be safe, however."
The front door looming before them opened and Jordan stepped in behind Marcus. The house felt deathly still. Jordan knew the wolves watched him from shadows. Marcus continued down a hall and stopped before another door. He opened it and waved Jordan inside.
"I really need to see Deleon."
Marcus sat behind a dark wood desk, feet propped on the edge, chair tipped back. "So speak."
Jordan sat down, mouth dropping open. "You..." Marcus nodded. "I know this is all suspicious, but I'm here to help."
"Why would a vampire -- one of Dalton's vampires -- help us?" Marcus stood, his chair hitting the floor with a loud bang. Hands braced on the desk, he leaned over and glared at Jordan. "Your kind has done nothing but treat us as slaves. Gray has stolen our people, killed countless others. What the fuck do you want?"
"I know what he's doing," Jordan answered. "And I know where."
Marcus' dark blue eyes narrowed. "What's in it for you?"
"Redemption."

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Dark Reign: Oathbound by Mychael Black

Dark Reign: Oathbound
by Mychael Black

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-707-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Dark Reign
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 24

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Blurb:

Vaughn Burke is an Enforcer -- a werewolf working for Marcus Deleon and tasked to help their kind escape from the vampire Dalton Gray. When Marcus gives Vaughn a new case, it's not exactly what Vaughn expects.

Elian Levine is the guitarist for a metal band, but he has a secret no one knows. When he managed to escape Dalton Gray, he kept the truth hidden, even from his band mates. Now their need for a singer threatens to tear the lid off his closely-guarded past.

Excerpt:

Dark Reign: Oathbound
Mychael Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Mychael Black

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"No."
Elian Levine glared at the closed door where the latest loser had thankfully stepped through after a fucking awful audition.
"Dude, we've tried out every fucking singer in the city," Cole said as he set his bass down.
"I refuse to work with some half-assed idiot who can't be bothered to learn covers," Elian snapped. "If that makes me a God damned diva, so fucking be it!"
Behind his drum kit, Derick twirled a stick absently. "You're not a diva -- yet -- but Cole's right. We're running out of options. We've got gigs coming up, E."
Elian threw his hands up in the air, utterly frustrated. "Fuck it! I'll sing!"
"Uh, excuse me?"
He whirled around to face the next jackass to try out. "If you can't sing, might as well get the fuck out... Ah, shit."
"What Elian is trying to say," Cole interrupted, giving Elian the evil eye, "is hello. He's just in a pissy mood because most of the guys we've seen haven't bothered to even learn a single cover worth doing."
"Ah." The man extended a hand to Cole, though his gaze remained fastened on Elian. "Name's Vaughn Burke."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Cole Powers, bass. On drums, we have Derick Osborn."
"And Mr. Attitude is Elian," Vaughn finished. "We've... met."
Elian snorted. He switched his amp back on and waited until Cole was ready. "See if you can keep up."
He launched into "Sanitarium" -- classic Metallica. Not paying much attention, expecting Vaughn to stumble on the words, Elian nearly forgot the damn chords when the man began actually singing. Note for note, word for word, Vaughn nailed it. Without missing a beat, the man followed them through another three classic metal songs, and Elian grudgingly admitted they might have found their singer.
They wrapped up the final song, and Vaughn looked like he knew damn well what went through Elian's mind. Those eyes bore a hole through Elian, and he barely managed to suppress a shiver. He'd never heard Vaughn sing, though he'd heard rumors when they were in high school.
"Dude." Cole laughed and shook his head. He glanced at Derick, then Elian. "You got it."
Vaughn nodded. "Cool. I'm gonna step out for a cigarette."
The second the door shut, Cole grinned. "Fuckin' A, man! He's perfect!"
"He's an asshole."
"How do you two know each other anyway?"
Elian turned off the amp and set his guitar on its stand. "We went to high school together. I knew he was in a band, but didn't know he sang."
"You're okay with it, right?"
"Yeah. He's good, I'll give him that."
Derick packed up the last of his spare sticks and grabbed his wallet off the bass amp. "I need to get going. See you guys tomorrow night."
"I gotta head out, too," Cole said. "I'll catch up with you in the morning, E."
Elian waved them out, content to stay behind and clean up a bit. If he waited long enough, maybe Vaughn would be gone too. He hadn't seen the guy since they'd graduated, and that was perfectly fine with him. Vaughn Burke might have a god's voice -- and looks, if Elian let himself admit it -- but he was still an asshole.
"It figures you'd be the one I'd run into."
Fuck. "Yeah, well, just my luck you're the only fucking singer who can carry a tune."
The door shut and Elian glanced up briefly to see Vaughn leaning back against it, muscular arms crossed over hard chest. He didn't look like a guy who could sing worth a damn. He looked more like the football player he used to be. Unfortunately.
"Cut the shit, Levine."
"What?"
"How did you escape him?"
Elian froze, hand poised over a mic cable. No one, not even Cole or Derick, knew. How the hell did Vaughn? "Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid. It's just you and me in here."
"Look." Elian gave up the pretense of cleaning up and stood, scowling at his high school arch nemesis... and the subject of every teenaged wet dream he'd ever had. "Doesn't fucking matter. No one else knows. I don't even know how the fuck you know. Why did you -- holy shit!" His jaw dropped as the man's face before him shifted into a sleek gray wolf's muzzle. "You... you're like me."
Vaughn shifted back, though how he did it without destroying his clothes, Elian had no idea. "I've been sent to bring you home, back to safety."

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Dark Reign: Found

Dark Reign: Found


by Mychael Black

Cover art: Bryan Keller





ISBN: 978-1-60521-532-7



Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes



Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian



Series: Dark Reign



Length: Hot Flash


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1486

Blurb:
AJ remembers nothing about life before he began working for the sadistic vampire Dalton Gray. When Dalton's plans go awry, AJ is sure he's as good as dead. Then a mystery hero shows up and offers AJ something he never expected: a past.
Excerpt:
Dark Reign: Found


Mychael Black

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2010 Mychael Black



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Everything hurt.

It wasn't the excruciating pain from before, but it was enough for AJ to know he sure as hell wasn't dead. Yet.



He kept his eyes closed, but wherever he was, it was relatively dark. Awareness started creeping back, and AJ gave into his morbid curiosity, opening his eyes slowly.



Where the fuck was he?



"You'll live."



AJ froze, his heart hammering in his chest. Blinking, he scanned the room slowly, not entirely sure he really wanted to see who had spoken. When his gaze settled on a distinctly shaped pocket of shadow, AJ swallowed. "Who are you?"



A faint red glow lit up a man's face, then faded. A soft exhale sent a plume of ash-gray smoke into the air. "Geoff."



"Geoff." AJ started to sit up, but the world spun suddenly, tilting on its axis. He dropped back onto the bed and prayed he wouldn't puke. Bed? He patted the mattress beneath him. Soft sheets, with the faint smell of laundry detergent. "Where am I?"



"A hotel room, Settlers' Inn, to be exact. Room 316."



"Why?"



Another exhale and the smoke curled upward toward the ceiling. "Because you're in my territory."



"Your territory?" AJ opened his eyes. After reassuring himself that he wouldn't hurl with the slightest movement, he turned his head toward the man in the shadows. "Are you some sort of gang leader?" It would be just his fucking luck.



"You could say that." The man -- Geoff -- leaned forward and stubbed out his cigarette in the cheap, clear glass ashtray on the table. "Why were you in the ravine, anyway?"



"Huh?" Furrowing his brow, AJ tried to remember everything that had happened. "I-I wasn't. My boss..." He bit his lip, knowing it would be stupid to tell this stranger anything. "I got into an argument with someone. I wasn't in a ravine; I was in... a warehouse. I think."



Geoff snorted and sat back into the shadows again. "Must've been one hell of an argument. You look like you went through a bone-crunching obstacle course."



Feels like it, too, AJ thought. "Who are you?"



"I told you."



Another cigarette was lit, the glow from the flame illuminating a little more of the man's face. Rugged, little bit of stubble, angular jaw; handsome, that was for certain. AJ chastised himself for even having the gall to think something like that while lying on what could easily become his deathbed. Speaking of which...



"How'd I end up here?" And why am I not dead?



"I was... hunting, and I found you in the ravine. You looked like hell. Look better now, though. You'll survive whatever the fuck happened." Geoff took another drag and exhaled a few seconds later. "You have yet to tell me what you were doing there."



AJ sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "Well, I guess if you were going to kill me, you would've already done it."



"Yep."



He chose to ignore the almost casual way Geoff said that. "My boss beat the fuck out of me, all right? Happy now?"



"No. Why?"



"Why the fuck should I tell you?"



AJ suddenly found himself face to face with the most heart-stopping set of hazel eyes he'd ever seen.



"Because I just saved your ass from the beggars and thugs who would gladly fuck it down there."



Fuck. Was a man supposed to look that God damn good? AJ opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words had completely abandoned him in favor of leaving him to gape at the sight of a pair of lips just inches from his own.



"Dog got yer tongue?"



Hot breath warmed AJ's lips, seeping between them to settle in his lungs. What were they talking about again? Oh, yeah. Ravine. His ass. Fucking. Wait...



"Don't you mean 'cat'?"



"In this case... no."



He wasn't given a chance to answer. Those lips crushed his, Geoff's tongue pushing right between them to claim his mouth. AJ stared into golden eyes, but the sensations rushing through him were too strong to ignore. With a half-protesting, half-pleading moan, he closed his eyes and gave in, opening completely to the man's kiss.



So what if he died? It was the best fucking kiss he'd ever had.



When Geoff pulled away, AJ could do nothing but stare mutely up at the man. Geoff left the bedside and started for the bathroom, one hand running along the dresser as he went. AJ watched his host with interest. It wasn't every day he was snatched out of Death's grip by a hot man in tight, faded blue jeans. Geoff stopped in the bathroom doorway and tugged his black shirt over his head, tossing it onto the bed at AJ's feet. Then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.



AJ remained where he was, unsure what to think or expect. Geoff had an unmistakable standoffish air to him, but... he had rescued AJ from that ravine. Maybe the man wasn't so bad.


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