Holiday Howlz: Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone

Holiday Howlz: Satisfaction Guaranteed
by Kira Stone

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-373-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Rookery Cove
Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Curiosity about a seemingly defective tube of lube compels Thomas to call Rookery Cove Aphrodisiac's Help Line. Ambrose, a Changeling, is eager to help Thomas with his problem, especially when it turns out the man is a hunk... and not entirely what he seems.

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“Thank you for calling Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs’ Help Line. My name is Ambrose. How may I assist you?”



The masculine voice was smooth, cultured and ultra confident that he could handle any question that might come up. Which only made Thomas feel more silly. "Uh... Hi."



"Hello, sir. How can I be of service?"



Given that liquid sex voice, Thomas could come up with more than one answer to that question. "I... uh... am calling about one of your tubes of lube."



"Oh, very good, sir. Our lubrication line is among our most popular products. A little dab goes a long way, so it's a great bargain too."



"No need to give me the sales pitch. I already have the stuff. My question is..."



"Yes?"



Thomas drew a deep breath and blurted out, "How do I open the damn tube?"



"Yes, that can be a bit tricky, sir, but I believe if you just turn the cap clockwise, it should come free quite easily."



"You think I haven't tried that?" Thomas did not take kindly to being patronized. "I twisted to the left. I twisted to the right. I even used one of those rubber things on it. Nothing."



Amusement trickled over the connection. "You tried to use a condom to open up the lube?"



"Oh, forget it!" Blushing from a combination of embarrassment and frustration, Thomas punched the end button on his cell phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. He glared at the shiny gold tube on the sheets beside him. A red ribbon was wrapped around it. The card dangling from it read, "To Thomas, have a little fun on me." There was another line scratched below it, but it had somehow gotten smeared and Thomas wasn't able to read it. He recognized the handwriting of what he could read well enough. It matched that on the goodbye letter Bane had left for him on the kitchen table.



Less than a month before Christmas, and Bane had walked out on him. Okay, okay, so things hadn't been exactly sunny between them, but Thomas had hoped that the holidays would turn things around. But between the letter, which gave no explanation for Bane's abrupt departure from his life and home, and this joke of a gift, Thomas was ready to give up on men entirely.



Ring.



Thomas eyed the cell phone.



Ring.



He wasn't going to pick it up. No one he knew would be calling this late.



Ring.



He glanced at the screen. Number was restricted. Maybe Bane was trying to reach him, to apologize, to explain...



Ring.



Thomas grabbed the phone and answered shortly, "Yes?"



"Thank you for answering, sir. It seems our first call was cut short. I wanted to be sure that I had adequately answered your question."



Someone should bottle this guy's voice and use it as an aphrodisiac. Though Thomas believed his horniness had fled for the night, just a few softly spoken words from this guy and his cock was on the rise. "I'm fine, thank you."



Thomas ended the call quickly, before any more of that sensual tone could sink into his system. However, he had not even set it down before it began to trill again. Another glance at the screen showed the same "restricted" warning. "Bloody hell." He stabbed the send button and said, "What do you want?"



"Your satisfaction. At Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs, customer satisfaction is one hundred percent guaranteed and to be honest, sir, you don't sound all that satisfied."

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Holiday Howlz: An Orgasm for Christmas by Marteeka Karland

Holiday Howlz: An Orgasm for Christmas
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-362-0
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Rose has the winter blues. For three Christmases she's been the consummate wallflower at the Magical Forest Christmas Festival and she wanted so badly for this one to be different.
She's about to give up and leave in disappointment yet again when she spots Father Christmas. Marching herself over to him, she plops down in his lap.
"And what is your Christmas wish this year, my dear?" His rich, deep voice inspires trust, but she'd have asked for her wish no matter what.
"I want the biggest screaming orgasm the Magical Forest has ever seen."

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As the last song ended, Gaelen raised his hands for silence. "It's time," he announced, "for all children to go to bed."



A collective, "Awwww, man!" went up from the little ones around the assembly. Rose couldn't help but smile. She remembered not wanting to leave all the fun.



"Now, now," the king chuckled. "Off to bed. You know Santa won't deliver your presents unless you're sleeping. Besides, if you're naughty tonight..." He let his last statement trail off, leaving them to ponder the consequences. It was enough to send children scampering away and to make adults smile or even laugh. Parents waved good-bye to the single and childless partygoers as they followed excited young ones home.



Rose sighed. She had just decided to turn in herself when she noticed Santa leaning against a tree, looking directly at her. Curious, Rose wondered who he was. This was a new Santa. Strange she hadn't noticed before, but this definitely wasn't the same Father Christmas of previous years.



This one was taller, bigger. His hair was long and platinum blond, not the snowy white it should have been, and he hadn't yet grown a beard.



When he beckoned her to him, she went without hesitation. A new Santa happened only once in a lifetime. There was usually a celebration just after All Hallows Eve to welcome a new Santa and his wife into their duties. Apparently not this year.



"You're new." It was obvious, and not her usual snappy self, but she had to say something. For some reason, her stomach quivered and sweat dampened her body. Her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth, and she had to swallow a couple of times.



He only smiled and sat down in the big, plush chair near the tree. Rose remembered the children gathering around the huge thing earlier. It may have been a large chair to anyone else, but it fit this man perfectly. His big body filled the space comfortably.



When he had situated himself, he spread his arms out to Rose in welcome. "Come. Sit with me." His deep, baritone voice rumbled through her insides, sending erotic vibrations straight to her clit. "Tell me what you want for Christmas."



Rose thought briefly about her answer, but lying to Santa didn't seem to be in her best interests. Besides, one look in his eyes -- one spine-tingling, pussy-clenching look -- and there was no way she was telling him anything other than the truth.



"I want an orgasm for Christmas." She couldn't help the dreamy grin she knew had split her face. Several wonderfully erotic images popped into her head. All of them starring the sexy Santa.



His naughty grin melted her insides and made her wings quiver. This elf was definitely a Santa of a different variety.



"Only one orgasm?"



"You knew what I was going to ask for, didn't you?"



He chuckled, and the hand he had around her back stroked her wings slowly and sensually. "I'm Santa. I know everything. Didn't you know that?"



"I don't see anyone else over here. Your reputation definitely doesn't precede you. Perhaps you don't know as much as you think."



He laughed then, a great belly laugh that made Rose laugh too. "Oh my, Rose! You are truly a special faery. Only you would have the audacity to bring Santa down to size on Christmas Eve."



"Well." Rose squirmed, but he held her fast. "I only meant you could most definitely have any woman -- or man -- in the forest tonight. If you really did know everything, you'd know that I've apparently contracted a fatal, disfiguring disease because no one is getting near me tonight."



Again, he laughed. This time he had to wipe tears from his eyes, but he kept a solid grip on Rose so she was unable to slip from his lap and kick him in the shins. Despite her annoyance, his laughter was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile, though she tried valiantly not to.



"Did it ever occur to you I might be the tiniest bit territorial, Rose? Perhaps I warned everyone off. Perhaps I knew what I wanted and had no intention of letting you have fun without me."

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Holiday Howlz: Tails N Scales by Tuesday Richards (Paranormal, Humor and Satire, Hot Flashes, Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Tails N Scales

by Tuesday Richards cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-367-5

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Going on vacation during the holidays is stressful enough, but spending Christmas with your girlfriend's family -- whom you've never met -- could have a person committed.

Bryce has a surprise planned for Dolly, but wanting to keep tradition, he must leave Barkus, Kansas, and head to New Orleans to meet Dolly's family. Will Bryce survive the trip?

Dolly is nervous, and rightfully so. She's taking her cute and cuddly boyfriend to meet her family of gator shifters. Can she keep her boyfriend from falling prey to her carnivorous family?

What's a prairie dawg to do when a family of gator shifters asks him to dinner?

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Midnight flew down the highway as if she was brand new and off the assembly line. When, in fact, she was a fully restored -- twice -- 1965 chopped-out panhead Harley Davidson, black metallic paint and chrome... well, everything else. Dolly, being motorcycle stupid, usually just smiled when Bryce and BD were jabbering on about it.

A small Prairie Dawg... err... dog... sat -- or bounced excitedly -- around in her backpack. BD had shifted and came along for the ride because somebody needed to take Midnight back to Barkus, Kansas.

Arriving at the airport, Bryce parked, BD jumped out of Dolly's backpack faster than a joey finally free of its mother's pouch, and all she wanted to do was pick the bugs out of her teeth. Will I ever get used to riding this thing? She opened the saddlebag and removed her purse and the animal carrier.

Bryce unstrapped the suitcase from the back of the bike, letting it bounce off the pavement.

BD pulled his clothes out of Dolly's bag after he shifted back to human and dressed quickly. "All right, kids, I'm outta here. Try not to behave." He was on the bike, peeling out the tires before either Bryce or Dolly could say anything.

Strong hands slid around Dolly's waist and drew her into a rock-solid chest. "So tell me again why I'm the one going into the cargo hold of the plane in a Pet Taxi."

She sighed, laying her head against his shoulder. "We've been through this, Bryce. One, they're not going to allow an alligator into the cargo hold. They'd be afraid I would eat the other pets. Two, we couldn't afford two tickets, and three, it was your idea to begin with." She kissed his stubbled chin, pushing away from him. "Now, suck it up, big man, and get in the carrier."

Bryce shifted without further argument. She scooped him up and placed him gently inside the carrier, closing the lid before he could think about escaping. Meeting her parents, traveling at Christmas, and in a pet carrier to boot, would drive any man to run for the hills and hide till New Year's Day. Dolly folded his clothes neatly, placing them in her backpack, and pulled it over her shoulders, picked up the carrier and began the walk to the ticket counter.

The woman behind the counter stared at the furry critter in the carrier and smiled. "At least you're not going to the West Coast. I heard those states would confiscate a wild animal, have them spayed or neutered and then send them to a rescue facility without ever telling the owner."

Bryce chirped nervously from the carrier, moving as far to the back as he could go.

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Holiday Howlz: Cry for the Moon by Marie Treanor (Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Cry for the Moon

by Marie Treanor cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-357-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

A lonely woman spends Christmas by herself in the country cottage she once shared with her beloved husband, a soldier who disappeared without trace two years ago. She has finally accepted that he's dead and is even contemplating suicide.

On Christmas Eve, a knock on the door heralds the arrival of a homeless man in ragged clothes who bears a staggering resemblance to her husband. However, he doesn't know who he is, or what has led him to the cottage. Recklessly, she lets him stay the night, but begins to suspect she may have made a terrible mistake when, in the midst of unexpected passion, a wolf flees howling from her bed.

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A loud knock shattered her dream. Whisky sloshed over her hand as she jumped. Who the hell could that be? Whoever it was, Ruth hated them for interrupting her dream. It had almost felt real.

Standing, she dashed her hand across her wet face. Shit, when had she started to cry? As the knock came again, loud and impatient, she walked unsteadily to the door, wiping her eyes on her sleeve as she went.

She was a woman, alone, in an isolated cottage at night. But she ignored the danger. She'd been beyond caring for some time. In any case, it must be Jane or Charlie in the midst of some emergency.

She flung open the door. "What is it?"

She found a tall man leaning one arm across the door frame, staring at her. In the contrast of the lit cottage with the darkness outside, she couldn't make him out properly, but he seemed to be large and ragged and unshaven. And by some unkind trick, he managed to look like her husband.

Her throat dried up. Shock and grief kept her frozen. Had she fallen asleep in front of the fire and was dreaming? After all, she'd had dreams like this before, where he came back... Only he hadn't looked so... rough.

He moved, pushing his head forward into the light and she saw that of course it wasn't Jared. This man had blank, wild eyes, not the thoughtful, intelligent, often cynically amused ones of her husband. And he was too thin, too unshaven. Jared had never had stubble growing all over his neck like that...

The man took a step nearer her, and instinctively, although she wasn't frightened, she took one back. She blinked. In the glow of light from the cottage, his neck no longer looked so hairy, though he clearly hadn't shaved for some time. Unsure, she lifted her gaze back to his.

He stared at her, a frown etched between his thick brows. Or were they really so thick? Perhaps they were just untidy. But his eyes... her mind was playing tricks, for his eyes seemed to be exactly the same shade of bright, piercing blue as Jared's.

He said, "Who are you?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dream to end, because it didn't seem right to let the stranger have Jared's voice, even if distorted with some hoarse, gravelly element it had never possessed in real life, only to deny any knowledge of her.

"I'm Ruth. Who are you?"

Not Jared. Even in a dream, not Jared. Life sucked. "I don't know."

She opened her eyes. "You don't know your name? Or you're having some philosophical identity crisis?"

A faint, a very faint smile tugged at his lips. That was like Jared, and it twisted her heart. "Both."

Dream or not, she decided to go with it. "All right, let's try something easier. What do you want?"

The frown deepened. "I don't know that either. I thought..." He trailed off, gave a quick, half-apologetic shrug. His gaze darted behind her, then upward and around the cottage before coming back to her face. "I thought you might be able to tell me."

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Holiday Howlz: His Guardian Angel by Kate Hill (Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: His Guardian Angel

by Kate Hill cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-333-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

After a weird artist tattoos a werewolf on her arm, Angel gets lost in a snowstorm and stops at a remote house to ask for directions. She has no idea the house is owned by a once famous singer who disappeared from the public eye five years ago.

The last thing Gannon wants is a guest, especially not during the holiday season when he's reminded of his forced separation from the human race. He doesn't expect the explosive attraction between him and Angel, but how can he, a man cursed to be a shapeshifter, resist a woman with a werewolf tattooed on her arm?

Angel is the only one who can tame his beast, giving him the greatest Christmas gift of his life.

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"I thought getting a tattoo is supposed to hurt," Angel said.

The artist, a dark-skinned woman with white teeth and hair like a cavewoman, grinned and asked, "Doesn't it?"

"It hasn't so far."

Of course Angel did have a little buzz. She'd just come from a neighbor's Christmas party at her apartment house across the street, where she'd had too much eggnog. The party had been just another night of watching happy couples grope each other and ask if Angel had met anyone special yet.

She'd spent most of the evening sitting in the kitchen instead of joining the rest of the party. Alone with her eggnog, she'd thought about what her life was missing. It had been a couple of years since her breakup with Brad. Not that she missed him. They'd grown so far apart that she'd been glad when the relationship ended.

Lately she'd considered trying to find someone new. Nothing serious, just someone who wanted to enjoy a few evenings out and maybe indulge in occasional no-strings sex. Then she recalled that it had started that way with Brad and had quickly turned into a smothering relationship, with everything going his way. Even now when she thought about their time together, she still felt like she'd just made parole. That put a damper on the idea of dating again.

After finishing her eggnog and saying good night to her neighbors, she had walked outside for some fresh air. Her gaze had riveted to the purple lights on the sign from the new tattoo studio across the street.

It was rumored that the artist who owned the place incorporated magic into her work. Angel didn't believe a word of it, but she'd always wanted a tattoo. She'd just never had the nerve to get one. Well tonight, was the night. Three times on the way across the street she'd nearly changed her mind, but when she'd stepped into the purple room, empty except for a counter and the many designs on the walls, a strange feeling had come over her. Though part of her wanted to run, something compelled her to stay.

Now she sat while the artist worked on her right arm. Angel hadn't been sure what she wanted, except that it should be everything she wasn't, yet wished to be. Wild. Passionate. Rebellious.

The artist said she knew exactly what to do.

"Don't look until it's finished," the artist said when Angel tried to steal a peek.

"It's my arm," Angel muttered, still too tipsy to think clearly. Her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. Was it possible for her to fall asleep?

Before drifting off, she thought she heard the artist whisper, "Don't worry, Angel. The pain will come later."

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Holiday Howlz: BDSFerret by Celia Kyle (Paranormal, Humor, Hot Flashes, Shapeshifters, GLBT, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: BDSFerret

by Celia Kyle cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-308-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Mika is ferret, hear him... chitter. Merry Christmas to him, he's ready for some BDSM bottoming action and the Hair of the Dawg is just the place to find what, and who, he wants.

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Mika walked in like a predator. I am ferret, hear me chitter. Yeah. Big (little) man on the prowl for some... something. Okay, someone. But no one in particular. Damn it, he was mucking it up already and he hadn't even made it to the club. Turds.

All he'd wanted was a nice holiday quickie, and he couldn't even gather the courage to be cocky. He was the predator for fur's sake! In a town of mostly prairie dogs, he should be the top dog and they the prey. Only, he didn't feel all that top-doggy, more like a bottom dog. Pun intended.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, probably ruining the stylish look his sister had created for him. Too bad. He needed to be comfortable more than stylish and the gel was making him itchy. Mika stared at the club doors, the pulsing bass of the music seeping through the insulated walls, reaching out to him, teasing and tempting.

He wanted to give in, wanted to follow the music anywhere, everywhere. It held promise in its notes -- a promise he intended the music keep.

Mika turned off the car and took one last look in the mirror. His light brown hair with its midnight tips stuck up every which way, as his sister had intended. He couldn't help the unruly locks and they tended to do whatever they pleased, styling products be damned. His eyelashes were much of the same. The coloring of his ferret had always blended into his human form. Even the sky-blue of his human eyes matched his black-footed ferret's.

The only part of him that wasn't very ferrety was his innate desire to give, not take. He was a people pleaser, through and through, instead of the cutthroat predator he was supposed to be. Mika? Predator? Yeah, right. He was a vegetarian for cripe's sake.

With one last calming breath, he opened his car door, the music calling to him, telling him to come in and find what he'd been looking for, desiring for so long. Picking up a guy on the street hadn't worked for Mika in like... ever, so off to Hair of the Dawg he went. At least in a gay club, he wouldn't have to question his gaydar. It seemed to have been broken since birth.

Ten feet now. Ten feet separated Mika from the bouncer, the club's door, and the writhing men on the other side. So close, and his nerves were driving him batty enough to make ten feet seem like ten miles. He could do this. He could walk into the meat market and walk out... with some meat. Okay, ew, not the visual he wanted.

He stood in front of the bouncer, his best "I'm a real man" smile plastered across his face.

"ID?"

Mika fumbled for his wallet, forgetting for a moment that his thirty-five years looked like everyone else's eighteen. Barely. "Here you go. Busy? Wasn't sure how packed it would be since it's Christmas Eve, you know? My Christmas present to myself, yeah?"

Mika's fatal flaw, he talked a lot when nervous. This totally fit the "shit, I'm nervous" bill. And yeah, he was spending Christmas Eve at a night club, looking for some action. It wasn't like he had a lot of family other than his sister, and she was all for him finding someone to have some fun with as a present to himself. He just hoped he could find a guy to drag home.

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PROMO ADULT Excerpt: Holiday Howlz-- Mad at the Moon by Belinda McBride (Paranormal, Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Magical Creatures, Holiday Howz series)

Holiday Howlz: Mad at the Moon

by Belinda McBride cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-345-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Merry Miller is a mail carrier at the only post office in town. After the deliveries are finished on Christmas Eve, all she wants to do is go to bed and sleep late on Christmas morning. But it's the week of the full moon, and between the moonlight and the new neighbor's off-pitch singing, she just can't get any rest!

Noel Hollis has just moved to Arcada, and while the young teacher loves his new home, he's a bit lonely and would like to get to know his neighbor better. So on Christmas Eve, he invites the sexy letter-carrier to dinner. Can he convince her to stop being angry at his off-key serenades and dance under the moon with him?

Furry meets Fairy on the most magical night of the year.

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Merry squinted against the ray of moonlight that came dancing across her room, searing her eyes. Okay, so moonlight doesn't burn, but in the middle of the night, it'll wake you up like a slap in the face.

She rolled over to face the wall and groaned. The sheet over her head only cut the dazzle a bit. It was nearly bright as day!

"Wait for it... wait for it..."

Right on cue, the voice warbled through the air, singing a painfully off-key rendition of Van Morrison's "Moondance," punctuated by the mournful howl of the neighbor's big-ass dog. After another eight bars, the dachshund down the street joined in. Pretty soon the stray cats would be yowling along as well.

Merry glanced at the clock and cursed under her breath. It was Christmas Eve morning, and she had to get up in just a few hours. If it was any other week of the year, she might just get up and dance around in the moonlight with her yummy new neighbor. But not this week. Not when she worked from dawn to dusk delivering holiday mail in Arcada.

He switched songs, the dog ratcheted up his howling, and Merry buried her head under the pillow with an exaggerated sob. She pounded her heels into the soft featherbed.

A few minutes passed before he moved on to sing Cat Stevens's "Moonshadow." After mangling that tune, he was singing about Moon River.

He had a theme going tonight.

Frustrated, she rolled out of her warm nest of blankets and crossed to the window that looked over the neighbor's backyard. As a moonbeam slipped across her skin, Merry shivered as though she'd been touched by a warm hand. She cracked open the curtains and peeked outside.

There he was, sitting in a lounge chair, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a smile. In the middle of the night. In the freezing weather.

But hey, she'd heard he was from California, land of fruits and nuts.

Merry shivered a bit and sat on the chair that rested near the window. She draped a crocheted throw over her shoulders and leaned forward, peering through the curtains again.

He was built like the Greek idea of beauty, muscled and lean. His limbs were graceful and lithe. One hand hung down from the arm of the chair; his fingers were buried in the fur of the neighbor's dog, which was looking up at the man with a look of blissful admiration on his face. The Griffiths would be hard pressed to reclaim the loyalty of their mutt.

The man's ruffled blond hair looked like silver against the darkness. His face was handsome, with a square jaw and a smile that just didn't stop. Even his obnoxious singing didn't ruin his boy-next-door charm.

He fell silent, one hand running up the sleek, taut muscles of his abdomen. The other hand lay perilously close to his groin. Merry bit her lip, pressing her legs tightly together. The other nights she'd peeked, he'd come so close to touching himself, teasing her with the erotic image that he presented. She'd even stopped wondering how he bore the cold.

His right hand clasped his groin, and even from her upstairs window, Merry could see that he was swollen and erect, overfilling the worn denim cut-offs he wore. She held her breath as he stroked a couple times. Would she get the entire show tonight?

He stopped, his eyes at half-mast. He glanced up at her window, and Merry abruptly drew back. Had she twitched the fabric of the curtains? Did he know she was watching?

Impossible.

Nevertheless, the next time she peeked outside, he was gone.

She stepped out of the moonlight and crawled back into her bed, chilled, horny, and very wide awake.

The melody to Moondance was stuck in her head.

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Holiday Howlz: Her Feral Pack by Ruth D. Kerce (Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Her Feral Pack

by Ruth D. Kerce cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-346-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Ever since Janie Merlot mated with two shapeshifting wolves, she hasn't been the same. Now she's back to prove that Dall and Cavan are indeed real.

After trudging into the woods -- instead of finding the arctic wolves -- she finds a man. Sawyer. Mysterious and sexy, she becomes trapped with him during a snowstorm. But who is he?

After waking from a deep sleep, the two arctic wolves she'd sought greet her, along with one large, black wolf. Sawyer's a shifter too! And their Alpha Leader.

Together, the three men take Janie through a decadent and erotic journey she'll never forget.

Excerpt:

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Dall slowly pushed into her pussy from behind. Her heart pounded and her body trembled in need. His cock felt bigger than any she’d ever had inside her. He held her tightly against him, exposing her body to Cavan, who sat against the headboard.

Cavan guided her between his legs, urging her mouth to his cock. “I need to feel your lips on me.”

She lowered her head and sucked the tip of his cock, which was as much as she could take, he was so big. His musky scent filled her, exciting her even more. Behind her, Dall’s fingers curled around her hips. He fucked her savagely, pounding into her cunt. “Come!”

The memory ran through Janie Merlot’s mind as she slowed her SUV along the snow-covered trail. She felt moisture in her panties and let out a whimper of desire.

Fucked by wolves.

What had she done? She squirmed in the seat as she stared out at the white landscape, still wondering if she’d gone mad when she’d last been to this national park to do a photo shoot for a wilderness magazine. She hadn’t told anyone about her sexual encounter here. Hell, nobody would believe her even if she had told them. She hardly believed it herself. Two arctic wolves -- Dall and Cavan -- had shifted into hunky men and fucked her in a nearby cabin like feral animals. An experience she’d never forget.

After she’d returned home, she began wondering if she’d suffered some sort of mental breakdown while isolated out here and hallucinated the whole sexual event. She had to find out for certain, before the memories ate away at her sanity.

She flicked off the yuletide song playing on the radio. Tomorrow was Christmas Day. The holiday seemed the perfect time for her to return, in the winter just like before. Maybe she could recreate the encounter.

As snow drifted down in light flakes, worry fluttered through her. If she went traipsing into the woods, looking for that cabin and got lost, she could freeze to death. But then, she should be able to follow her tracks back to the vehicle, and she had her cell phone. Yes, she’d be fine.

She killed the engine and grabbed her backpack before getting out of the vehicle and trudging into the woods. She hadn’t gone a hundred yards before a high-pitched howl stopped her. Wolves!

Enveloped by trees, she searched for movement. There was no guarantee that this time she wouldn’t be torn to pieces if she came across the savage animals. She shuddered, realizing just how vulnerable a position she’d put herself in. Why couldn’t she simply forget about what had happened?

“Because I can’t. Just keep going,” she whispered, putting one boot in front of the other. If she didn’t finish this now, she might never garner the courage to try again. When she glanced behind her, she saw the falling snow covering her tracks. Damn. She should have realized that would happen. Where was her brain? She slipped the cell phone out of her pocket. No reception. Double damn.

As she turned, something off to the side and above the trees caught her eye. Smoke! Could it be from the cabin? She couldn’t go back now. With her heart racing wildly, she made her way toward the rising plume.

When she emerged from the trees into a clearing, the cabin stood before her in all its glory. She could hardly believe she’d actually found it. Smoke floated up from the chimney. Someone was home. Someone was very nearby, in fact.

A tall man who was chopping wood stood at the side of the cabin. He spotted her at the same time, and they both froze. The first thing that struck her about him was his hair. Short. Dark. Not Dall or Cavan. Their hair had been long and blond.

The man embedded the axe he held into a wood stump and stepped toward her. He wore jeans, heavy boots, and a thick sweater under a sleeveless jacket. The jacket appeared to be park-issued with an emblem on the front. He looked hunky and strong enough to wrestle a bear and win. His broad shoulders, square jaw, and confident stride gave him the commanding presence of a leader. A man who normally would have her soaking her panties. But he wasn’t one of her wolves, and disappointment filled her.

He glanced around as if expecting others to be with her. “Can I help you, ma’am? You’re a bit off the beaten path. Are you lost?”

His easy manner relaxed her. “Um, not exactly. I was looking for the owner of this cabin.”

He studied her with a curious look. “The park owns it. But I work this section and live here. The name’s Sawyer Wilks. What can I do for you?”

Her heart sank. Sawyer. Not Dall or Cavan. She didn’t know what she’d expected. That maybe one of the men had completely changed his appearance somehow, she supposed. If they could change from wolves into men, why not different looking men? Yes, she was grasping. But she’d wanted to find them so badly. “How long have you lived in the cabin?”

“A few years.”

Years? That was impossible. She looked toward the porch of the cabin and saw the dog door. This was definitely the cabin. Even the curtains were the same. Maybe more than one cabin had been built out here. Her heart sank.

He blew into his hands. “Are you from the home office? I heard the park would be undergoing a review of its personnel and procedures before the end of the year.” He glanced up. “The snow’s really getting heavy. Would you like to come in for coffee?”

She had to see the inside of the cabin. To see if it was the same one. She nodded.

Sawyer smiled before turning and heading for the steps. He stomped up each stair, shaking the snow off his boots as he went. He opened the door for her and waited for her to enter first.

She followed him up and stepped inside. The same. Exactly the same. One room with a large bed covered by a very familiar comforter, and a table, now with a small Christmas tree decorated with red and blue bulbs and flashing lights, in the center.

“I’m a sucker for the holidays,” Sawyer said as he squeezed past her and took off his jacket.

No kitchen, but she smelled the coffee. That’s when she noticed an opening in the back wall with several appliances tucked inside. With the wood covering closed, it would appear like just part of the wall.

He shut the door and hung up his jacket. “Your coat?”

“Oh, thanks.” She set down her backpack, then shrugged out of her heavy garment. He hung it on a hook beside his on the back of the door. “Do you have dogs?” she asked, staring down at the entry.

He hesitated before answering. “No, no dogs. Please sit down,” he offered as he headed for the coffee. “They didn’t tell us what to expect in the interview.”

“What?” She forced her attention from the bed to Sawyer. Everything looked so familiar. Cozy and lived in. Comfortable.

“What do you need to know? Wildlife population counts? Equipment costs?”

“Oh. No. I mean, I’m not here for that.”

He turned toward her, and his easy demeanor changed to one of suspicion. “What are you doing here then?” His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

His presence had turned intimidating, but she stood her ground. “My name is Janie Merlot. I’m looking for two men.” She felt the tension in the room escalate. “Dall and Cavan.”

He dropped the mug he’d just picked up, and the handle broke as it hit the metallic sink. “Shit!”

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Holiday Howlz: Suspicious Surprises by Camille Anthony (Paranormal, AA, Hot Flash, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Suspicious Surprises

by Camille Anthony Cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-366-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

There's a suspicious man in town, asking questions no one wants to answer.

Puppy suspects Carly is keeping something from him. When she's not avoiding him, she's busy emptying the contents of her stomach. She can't be pregnant, so her symptoms have Quentin fearing for her health.

Carly's sure she has a touch of flu, but to appease her lover, she takes time off from planning the Library's First Annual Christmas Eve party to see the doctor. Shocked at his diagnosis, she stumbles away, only to come face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend, suspiciously here in Barkus to surprise her. Suddenly, she's keeping more than one secret from Quentin.

Only trust born of true love will guide these two lovers through this Christmas minefield of suspicious surprises.

Excerpt:

December 22

“Ola, jefe! Mighty suspicious finding you here. I thought you worked capitol city.”

Curtis Roberts’ heartbeat jump started into fast forward at the quasi-friendly greeting, knowing it was his death knell. Damn it to hell. How had Manolito Contreras, known on the street as the Bloodhound, found him? Better yet, how had he recognized him under a full beard and mustache and a low brimmed hat?

Hiding his misgivings, Curtis bared his teeth in a false grin. He held up his fisted right hand, offering the other man a fist bump. “What brings you here, Manny?”

The short Hispanic reciprocated bumps, his sly smile revealing glints of gold. “Same thing prolly brought you… I’m looking to score.”

Curtis cleared his throat. “I… uh… had to expand my field of operations.”

For some reason, Manny thought that was hilarious. “Funny thing, mi hermano. My field suddenly… expanded, too.”

Curtis hid a grimace at Manny’s braying cackles. He needed to lose this joker before being seen with him screwed the scam he was setting up. “Well, it was nice running into you, man, but I gotta run…”

“Not so fast, jefe. You still with that hot mamacita you used to hang with? What her name… Curly, Shirley?”

Why the fuck would his info broker mention his old girlfriend? “Carly. Short for Carlisle. I haven’t seen her since I broke up with her. Word’s out she nutted up after hearing her brother bought it in Iraq.”

Manny clicked his teeth. “Too bad you split with her. Word’s out on you, too. Some seriously impatient mo-fuckers are offering a juicy reward for your current whereabouts. Plenty bloodhounds sniffing around” -- he jabbed his chest -- “but I’m talking to you ‘cause I’m the best.”

Fear was an ice flow sliding down Curtis’s back, chilling him. “Fuck!” He ran shaking fingers through his dreads, ravaging his Do in his agitation. “Is it the Salonos?”

Manolito’s nod made his pulse race.

“Listen Manny, we go way back. Cut me some slack. I got a sweet scam in the making I can deal you in on…”

The shorter man waved off his offer, shaking his head. “I like you, hombre mio, but you know it don’t work like that. Besides, your name’s on too many lips for you to score a deal around here. Your mark’s been spooked.”

Curtis cursed under his breath, his shoulders slumping. He didn’t question the truth of the Bloodhound’s statements. The man’s honesty was legend and his ability to ferret out information was uncanny. “I’m dead, Man.”

Manolito pursed his lips. “Hell, we been through so much shit we almost brothers, but I make my money in the information business and your whereabouts is lucrative business.” He shrugged. “Why don’t you hit up your ex? She got more’n enough to bail your ass out of hock.”

Curtis stared at him, unable to process what he was hearing. “Why do you keep going on about Carly? She’s a fucking librarian. She don’t make near the amount of money I need.”

“Dude, the families of them three soldiers killed during a leaked combat raid got handed over two million dollars tax free, courtesy of Tio Sam’s guilty conscience. Curly’s the only family her brother had.”

Curtis shook his head. “How the fuck do you get your hands on all this information?”

“It’s what I do -- my primo talent, mi amigo.” Manny sobered. “And since I really do like you, I’ll tell you where you can put your hands on Carly Brothers for a small finder’s fee.”

Curtis noted he got the name right. “Man, I got no duckies. I’m tapped out…”

“The hell with it, consider this an early Christmas present.”

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. See, I get paid double. Once for giving you an extension, then again three days later when I give the Salanos your position. By then, you’ll have the money to pay or they’ll take it out of your hide.”

Curtis nodded. He’d have done the same. “I kinda screwed the pooch the way I dumped her, but it’s not like I beat her or nothing. Besides, Carly’s so soft-hearted she can’t carry a grudge in a bucket.”

“What you gonna hit little mama up for?”

Curtis ran the figures in his head, then said, “I figure a hundred grand. That way, I can pay the Salanos their eighty-five grand, you, your five, and still have ten grand for me.”

He laughed out loud as his envisioned his prospects taking an upward turn. “I’ll enjoy fucking her, convincing her I’ve changed my mind.” Curtis screwed his face up. “Boohoo, I miss you so much, I don’t care that you can’t have no babies.” He sneered. “She’ll probably thank me for taking her defective ass back.”

Manny frowned. “Amigo, don’t piss her off before…”

Curtis’s sharp chopping motion cut the other man off mid-sentence. “You might be the god of information, but I’m the king of schmooze. Just tell me where she’s. I’ll handle the rest.”

“An out-of-the-way town called Barkus, Kansas. You blink you’ll miss it.”

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