DRB1stchp Changeling Press 48Hr Event (24 & 25 December)

A little late but Changeling Press took over the DRB1stChp blog all of Dec 24th and 25th. Check out these hot first chapter excerpts:

~ The Night Before Christmas by Shelby Morgen
(Erotic MF Paranormal IR Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/the-night-before-christmas-by-shelby-morgen/

~ Christmas Pageant by Sahara Kelly
(Erotic MF Contemporary Comedy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/christmas-pageant-by-sahara-kelly/

~ Vampire Christmas by Angela Knight
(Erotic MF Paranormal Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/vampire-christmas-by-angela-knight/

~ Blood and Soul Collection by Kate Hill
(Erotic MF Vampire BDSM Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-blood-and-soul/

~ Women of Steel Collection by Camille Anthony
(Erotic MF Futuristic/SciFi IR Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-women-of-steel/

~ Jingle All the Way Collection by Judy Mays
(Erotic MF Christmas Vampire Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-jingle-all-the-way/

~ Rookery Cove: Faun of Time by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-faun-of-a-time-by-jade-buchanan/

~ Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma by Tuesday Morrigan
(Erotic MFMMM Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-kidnapping-karisma-by-tuesday-morrigan/

~ Soul Familiar Collection by Kate Steele
(Erotic MM Paranormal Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-soul-familiar/

~ Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic SciFi Paranormal Romance, MM & MMF)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-felidae/

~ Elven Enchantment Collection by Willa Okati
(Erotic MMF Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-elven/

~ Rookery Cove: Pixie's Prisoner by Lacey Savage
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-pixies-prisoner-by-lacey-savage/

~ Rookery Cove: Ocean's Call by Dawn Montgomery
(Erotic MMF Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-oceans-call-by-dawn-montgomery/

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New Releases/Armageddon Sale!

It's Friday on Christmas Island -- New Releases/Armageddon Sale! 

Kiritimati, Christmas Island, Kiribati

Current Time Friday, December 21, 2012 at 1:48:42 AM LINT

Standard time zone: UTC/GMT +14 hours

Current conditionsPartly cloudy. Mild.  82 °F

Duration of day: 12 hours, 1 minute (same as yesterday)

 

New Releases:

Elven Enchantment (Collection) by Willa Okati $8.99

Wanted: Wild, willing women eager for the exhilaration of Elvish enchantments.

Felidae (Collection) by Jade Buchanan $9.99

The pride is ready for some changes... particularly when it comes to their sleeping arrangements.

Soul Familiar (Collection) by Kate Steele $8.99

Alex, a soul familiar, has the solution to Tyler's problem. All he wants in exchange is Tyler...

Rookery Cove Vol 3 by Lacey Savage, Kira Stone, Tuesday Morrigan and Dawn Montgomery $8.99

Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs guarantees pleasure from all our paranormal products -- one way or another...

 

Now Available at www.ChangelingPress.com

 

Armageddon Sale! (We didn't want to wait till tomorrow, just in case.)

Buy any Collection from our special annual Christmas Break All Collections week, and take 15% off as many books as you can stuff in your cart! One day only, as long as it's 12/21/12 somewhere in the world. Code: 12-21-12 -- in case it's the last thing you do, read a great book! Otherwise, celebrate Winter Solstice with us.

 

Christmas Past 99¢ Sale -- Did you miss a Changeling Christmas Past?
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
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. Enter now!

**Naughty List Winners are all still eligible for  
A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest --
Win Free Books For a Year!

 

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Feasts of Fortune 2: A Feast of Choice by Kate Steele

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Feasts of Fortune 2: A Feast of Choice


by Kate Steele

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-591-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Feasts of Fortune
Length: Novella

Page Count: 57

Blurb:
Having survived his first encounter with a vampire, Toby Heaton must make a life-altering decision. His vampire lover has revealed a startling fact. Toby is a rare human, a chrysalis child, one who, should he or she bestow their love on a vampire, can return the vampire's ability to walk in daylight.

With little time to assimilate the information, much less decide if he loves De, Toby is confronted and abducted by his lover's life-long enemy. Placed in an untenable situation, Toby must find a way to deal with a man who could not only end his life, but who threatens everything Toby holds dear.

Excerpt:
A Feast of Choice


Kate Steele

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Kate Steele



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"Time to wake, Sleeping Beauty. I wish to have a conversation with you."

Toby Heaton blinked. Regaining consciousness, he arose from a dream-like fog. What became apparent as his vision sharpened made his stomach clench, his breath speed, and his heart pound. He was naked and strapped to a padded table set on an incline. The hospital-like nature of the device holding him was at direct odds with the room in which it was located.



Rows and rows of bookcases provided background for the antique desk looming large before him. To his left was a fireplace with logs ablaze and flickering, and to his right, a sitting area consisting of a loveseat and two matching wingchairs flanked by side tables. The room was warm and had circumstances been normal, he would have found it cozy and welcoming, but no such peaceful sentiments came to mind.



Terror and confusion ruled. A sheen of stress-born sweat broke over his skin, and Toby gasped when the possessor of the voice who'd spoken but moments ago strolled into his line of vision.



"Very good. You are quite the obedient little human. Being so will stand you in good stead -- should you wish to leave here unharmed." The man loomed over Toby, every part of him from his stance to the look in his eyes, intimidating. "You do wish to leave here unharmed, do you not?"



Mouth dry and throat paralyzed with fear, Toby could only nod.



"Mmm, I was sure such would be the case. Very well then, Toby, let's get down to business, shall we? Do you remember who I am? I did introduce myself earlier."



Toby racked his brain, eyes widening when an answer revealed itself. This was the man who'd spoken to him on the street after he'd left the vampire bar, Mausoleum. Swallowing to ease the tightness of his throat, he whispered, "Alec Mikos?"



The man smiled. Despite the situation or perhaps because of it, with all his senses made hyperaware, Toby could not deny Alec's masculine allure -- however much he might wish to do so. His captor was someone who could bear the label of handsome with no difficulty. His features were even, and the type that if sculpted would make the viewer pause to study their beauty. His lips were generous, but not over-full, his cheekbones high and well defined. His jaw line was solid and sturdy, and his nose while straight, had just the slightest indentation above the tip preventing it from running in one smooth line. It was a feature in no way unattractive, but instead added greater character to his face. The irises of his brown eyes bore hints of dark amber flecks and streaks of black. Toby swallowed again, more than disconcerted to be trapped beneath their unrelenting perusal.



Long, layered champagne-blond bangs fell over his forehead, but the bulk of his hair was pulled back into a thick tail, part of which spilled over his left shoulder. The long, silky strands stood out against the dark forest green color of the tailored button-down shirt he wore open over a greenish-gold silk tee shirt. Both those items were filled to perfection by broad shoulders and a firm tapering torso.



"You do remember. How nice," the man drawled. With a light touch, his hand settled at Toby's throat, stroking the tender flesh with his fingertips.



Toby squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for pain. None was forthcoming and with great caution, he opened them again, daring to meet the man's gaze.



"I have no desire to hurt you. Though I must say, seeing the evidence of De Valis' pleasure painted with such boldness on this creamy skin of yours is enough to stir my ire. When it comes to wallowing in carnality, the man's a pig."



Stung by the slur aimed at De, Toby frowned. "He's not. He wasn't like that at all."



"No? You don't believe he overdoes it one little bit? Then what of this place and here and here and here?" The evidence of De's passion was etched upon Toby's body and Alec, having induced one fingernail to grow razor sharp, sliced into each red mark.



Toby cried out, thrashing against his bonds, but to no avail. He could not break them, and so, without recourse, suffered each stinging slash.



Huffing out a sharp breath, Alec relented. "Damn it; see what you made me do? Or rather what Valis made me do? The man has an uncanny knack for making me angry, and he's not even here. My apologies," he mumbled. "Now hold still and let me fix it."



To Toby's everlasting surprise, the man's voice revealed, along with impatience, honest regret. He leaned in and swiped his tongue over each and every injury. In direct opposition to the pain of their infliction, the healing of his wounds sent shivers of warm arousal cascading through Toby's body. The gentle caress of Alec's tongue was soft and sensual and his vampiric charms and pheromones -- those designed to captivate human prey -- did their job, easing Toby's fear while seducing him. Eyes closing, he fought to still the stirring in his groin, but couldn't prevent his wayward cock from responding. That uncooperative organ rose, announcing its utter capitulation and willingness to oblige should Alec wish it to perform.



Healing the final cut, Alec let his gaze linger on Toby's cock. With practiced precision, he licked his red stained lips, and ran exploring fingers down the length of the firm column pressed against Toby's belly. "Sweet," he murmured. "It's good to once again taste the blood of a chrysalis child. Too bad Valis set his stamp on you. I won't be second to that bastard. Ah, well, such is life. Yes?"


copyright 2011 Changeling Press, LLC

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Phantasmagoric Feast by Kate Steele

Phantasmagoric Feast


by Kate Steele

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-562-4

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Plagued by self-doubt and to prove, if only to himself, he can be a bold man of action, a slightly inebriated Toby Heaton decides on a reckless course of action. Walking into Mausoleum -- a bar known to be owned and operated by a clan of vampires -- he offers his virgin throat to the biggest baddest blood-sucker in the place... too bad his offer falls flat. At Mausoleum, a human freely supplying a vampire with blood is a nightly occurrence. Still, all is not lost.

Taken under handsome bartender De's wing, Toby is about to embark on a surreal journey. One filled with pleasure and pain. A journey fueled by blood in which he will learn his true worth.

Excerpt:
Phantasmagoric Feast


Kate Steele

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Kate Steele



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"A guy walks into a bar," Toby mumbled, following his words with a drunken snicker. He stumbled across the threshold then froze. "But he never thought he'd see something like this." Blinking to clear his drink-befuddled vision, he stared around the room in appalled fascination. Mausoleum -- the much touted vampire bar -- was so much more than he'd expected.

Rather than a dark and noisy, garishly decorated room with neon lights and loud music, this place was an elegant and tasteful monument to the hereafter. Designed with its namesake in mind, the interior of the building resembled an elaborate and ornately decorated tomb.



Majestically posed on tall granite bases, a pair of dogs with multiple heads guarded the entrance -- Cerberus memorialized in stone. There were pairs of strategically placed pillars in each corner of the cavernous, square interior and four more formed a counter square farther in toward the center of the room. On the walls, carved cornices accented decorative friezes rich with sculpted figures of ancient Greek design. Here and there, in recessed alcoves, elegant flower arrangements stood in solitary splendor, the bases of the urns that held them, draped with black satin.



There was loud music as expected, but the lighting was atmospheric and shadowy rather than flashy or neon. It was directed to soften the stark angles of marble and granite used in the room's layout. Booths and tables constructed of heavy, dark wood inlaid with black granite, and with seats and backs padded and covered with black leather, were arranged in groups around the pillars. Each grouping formed an isle unto itself and between these islands most of the patrons gathered. They ebbed and flowed from the central dance floor to the densely packed seating area of their choice, and it was they -- the out-of-the-ordinary clientele -- who truly grabbed Toby's attention.



Everywhere he looked were people dressed in black goth garb. Leather and lace and every fabric in between studded with glittering silver... or so it seemed at first. The more his gaze wandered, the more he noticed splashes of color amongst the funereal black and as he studied the scene, he realized something. Those who stood out so singularly, conspicuous by the lushly tinted shades of their clothing, were the center of attention. From each colorful hub radiated a pool of darkness, crows vying for the attention of a peacock.



Pleased by this semi-poetic analogy, he searched for and found the bar, made a beeline for it and hauled himself onto a stool. Catching the eye of the bartender, he offered a tipsy smile. "Hi there."



"Hello," the man replied as he came to stand before his new customer.



Toby's awareness perked up at the smooth baritone of the man's voice, and he nearly shivered in the wake of the piercing eyes expertly perusing and sizing him up.



"Are you in the right place? After Hours is across the street."



Absorbed in staring at the man, Toby managed a distracted, "Hmm?"



Indicating Toby's suit and tie, he elaborated. "Businessmen. They usually gather over there. It seems more your type of place."



Following the direction of the finger pointed at him, Toby glanced down at himself then back at the bartender. "Oh, I see what you mean. Actually, I just came from there. You prob'ly can't tell, but I've already had a drink or two."



"Hmm. Frankly, I thought that might be the case."



"Shhh. Don't tell anyone else." Toby tried to give him a conspiratorial wink, but found more than an owlish blink beyond his capacity. Undaunted he continued. "But you know, you're not exactly blending either. You're wearing purple," he stage-whispered, eyeing the man's shirt. It was a button down style, which he wore quite casually with the top two buttons undone, the tails out, and the sleeves rolled up.



"You mean I should be wearing black?" the bartender asked, and the smile he employed was so engaging Toby was momentarily stunned.



Being half snockered he'd failed to notice the full extent of the man's appeal. Here was a man far and away from ordinary. His were the kind of looks that invoked sighs of longing from some and unadulterated envy from others. His black hair of medium length -- parted just slightly left of center -- was swept back with just a few strands teasing the gently curved plane of his forehead. Neat brows presided over a pair of deep blue eyes. His nose was arrow straight, his lips full but masculine, his jaw line sharp. Six feet tall or thereabouts, his upper body, showcased by the tailoring of his shirt, appeared to be fit, his chest firm, shoulders broad, and waist trim. His forearms, exposed by his rolled up sleeves, were well defined, and his hands were large with long and what Toby was sure were gracefully competent fingers.



"Um... black? Yeah, I guess," was Toby's tardy response. Under normal circumstances he'd have found talking to such a good-looking man intimidating, but being under the influence had some advantages after all. "I would have thought your boss would want you to blend in more."



"Not really. He's easy-going about that kind of thing. Speaking of atmosphere, what brings you to a place like this... not that you're unwelcome."



"Thanks, I appreciate that, 'cause you see" -- Toby leaned forward and lowered his voice -- "I'm here on a mission."


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Middle Man by Kate Steele

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Middle Man by Kate SteeleCover art: Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-60521-398-9 Genre(s): Futuristic Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian Length: Novella

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Blurb:

For months Gen has performed his duty as an amplimentor for a Sholsian bond-pair, not only amplifying the emotions each has for the other, but serving as a receptacle for the penetration neither dominant male will allow the other. Though such is seen as an admirable profession, Gen had hoped for more. He wishes for the love and affection sometimes granted to other of his fellow amplimentors by their masters.
Only when he's kidnapped and severely injured is his wish granted and then he fears it's too late. A spinal injury has left him paralyzed from the waist down and though his masters have professed their love to him, Gen struggles to believe it will last. Fear, despair and doubt await him, but Gen is about to learn the power of true love.
Excerpt:
Middle Man
Kate Steele
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Kate Steele

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Moaning around the thick cock filling his mouth, Gen pushed back into the second solid rod of flesh easing within his well lubed passage. Master Marin's huff of pleasure as his full length was engulfed matched the audible breaths Master Cail took each time Gen twirled his tongue over the swollen crown of Cail's cock.
Immersing himself in the mental stew of their combined pleasure, he separated the ingredients provided by Marin and Cail, and enhanced them with his own sensual spice. With a soft, cerebral push, he served Marin's portion to Cail and Cail's to Marin so each could taste the unique flavor of the other's lust, love and desire. The result was everything and more he'd been trained to bestow.
Voluntarily shackled together by Gen's mental link, both men proceeded to do everything in their power to bring the other pleasure. That Gen was carried along and fed from the table of their carnal banquet was of little consequence. This meal was solely for his masters' pleasure, and Gen did that for which he had been trained -- accepting their cocks into his body while mentally sharing with each man the euphoric sensations a male experienced when skillfully penetrated.
With their three way link firmly established, Gen let the mental aspect of their coupling continue under its own momentum and immersed himself in the physical. Master Marin was pounding into his ass with long sure strokes, invariably hitting his sweet spot more often than not, which sent wild thrills of sensation rocketing throughout Gen's body. In his mouth, the silky glide of Master Cail's spit-slick skin caressed his tongue as the first sweet drops of precum added their moisture to that already filling his mouth and dribbling free in a small rivulet from the corner of his tightly stretched lips.
Marin and Cail bent forward over Gen's back, their open mouths devouring each other. The feel of their tongues twisting together, experienced through their mental link, settled in Gen's groin, pushing his need to come higher and higher. Warm drops of sweat spattered against his skin. It formed at every contact point between himself and his masters, born of the haze of heat generated by three bodies writhing to achieve the ultimate in primal sensation. The hot, musky scent of sex inundated his nostrils, filled his lungs, and played upon his palate until it was all he could smell and taste. Grunts, groans, the creak of the bed and Gen's own muffled moans became a melody of lust to which their bodies danced.
Every facet of their mating intensified, growing and growing to the point where none could withstand the self-created avalanche of ecstasy. Cail was the first to go under, his cock spewing thick streams of warm fluid into Gen's mouth. Gen swallowed as much of Cail's seed as he could, savoring the slightly bitter, slightly salty tang.
Master Marin succumbed next, the sharp jab and pulse of his deeply buried cock alerting Gen to the realization that he was being filled by his master's cum. Gasping for breath, Marin growled, "Come, Gen," and Gen, needing nothing more than two short strokes of his cock by his own hand, released his seed into the waiting sheets. Utter bliss shook his body and mind, and he opened himself and the mental link completely, allowing each of them to experience not only their own climax but each other's as well.
Bones gone weak at completion, the three fell into a well used heap, heaving breaths playing against moist skin. Gen shivered and lay still for a time, allowing himself to recover before moving. Easing himself from between his masters, he crawled to the edge of the bed and sat silent and unmoving. At his exit, Masters Marin and Cail curled together, their limbs entangled, their eyes closed. Turning his head slightly, Gen set his gaze upon them. To his eyes they were a beautiful sight, perfection in form, their honed bodies sleek and defined. How he wished there was a place for him beside or between them. Lifting a hand to his mouth, his fingers brushed against his lips and he allowed himself, for just a moment, to dream of what it might be like to share a kiss with them.
Unexpectedly Master Cail spoke to him, his eyes opening, his gaze finding Gen's. "Thank you, Gen. I..." Cail cleared his throat and continued, leaving his thought unspoken. "You're going to the market later?"
"Yes."
"Enjoy your day."
"Thank you, Master Cail. By your leave?"
Cail nodded and Gen stood, his legs still rather shaky and quit his Masters' room in favor of his own. Passing through the bedroom, he entered his private bath and started the shower before entering the enclosed cubicle.
"I'm nothing but a glorified fuck toy," he whispered pensively while standing under a spray of steamy water. Warm fog began to fill the bathroom and he counteracted the mist by ordering the fans on. A soft hum followed his command, proof the exhaust fans had engaged.
Using a slightly abrasive cloth, he thoroughly washed himself while thinking of his masters, Cail and Marin. At this very moment they were holding each other in the big bed he had quitted as soon as their orgasms were achieved. As a condition of his profession, he'd known he might be excluded from the affection his bond-pair had for each other, but he'd secretly hoped such wouldn't be the case. He'd thought perhaps being physically intimate with his masters would inspire emotional closeness as well. Six months into his new position with them and no such intimacy was forthcoming.
Oh, they treated him well enough. He lacked for nothing, but their kind indifference left him feeling empty and alone. As an amplimentor, he'd been taught from the time he'd chosen this path that his dreams would be fulfilled the day he found the right bond-pair. To serve as a conduit between a mated pair of dominant Sholsians was an honorable profession amongst Gen's people. It garnered the same respect as working in the public sector as a mediator or diplomat. He'd been overjoyed when he'd found a bond-pair with whom he was compatible. For the past few weeks he'd tried to convince himself he had everything he could desire, but with increasing frequency he was unsuccessful.
"What's wrong with me?" he whispered, confused by the longing he felt.
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Bonds of the Maleri' Collection by Kate Steele

Bonds of the Maleri' (Collection)
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-340-8
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

On the faraway planet of Belthola exists a group of extraordinary men, the Maleri'. Born with empathic powers, they devote themselves to the service of their planet as mediators, diplomats, doctors, lawmen and scholars. Where help is needed by any planet or people, they generously provide it.
But even those with powers have their weaknesses. For the Maleri', the use of their gift can eventually cause madness, even death. The one thing that can prevent such an ill fated end is the taking of a mate. Male. One with whom they can join -- mind, body and soul.

Publisher's note: This collection contains the previously released titles in the Bonds of the Maleri' series: Mate Hunt, Double or Nothing, Between Love and Law, Ride 'Em Cowboy, and Redemption. This collection is also available in print!




Excerpt:



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"Col, can you hear me?"
Coltas Oldarie stirred at the sound of his name and opened his eyes. He lay still for a moment, then commented in a resigned voice, "It happened again."
"Yes."
His gaze wandered the room, a utilitarian yet pleasant place, equipped with a bed and a small table with two chairs. Behind an automatic sliding door, which was triggered by proximity sensors, was a small open closet space and another sliding door that led to the bathroom. It was a typical room in the Contaral Healing Complex, the kind he was well familiar with as this was where he worked.
Col let his gaze connect with his friend's. His green eyes flared for a brief moment and Geral's gray eyes echoed that fleeting flash. Geral smiled. "It's past time, Col. You have to seek your mate before you can continue your work. Your mind has absorbed all it can. Unless you want to end up a permanent patient, instead of blacking out a time or two, you need the relief only your true mate can provide."
"I know, it's just that..." Col swallowed, unable to finish his thought.
Geral caressed Col's face, brushing a lock of sable hair from his forehead while his eyes filled with understanding. "You know Sam and I would keep you as our third forever if we could. We both love you, but we all know that's not possible. You must seek your mate and Sam and I will bring another of our brothers into our home until such time as he, too, is ready to leave." Geral grinned and winked. "Besides, it would be selfish to deny you the opportunity to discover for yourself the joys of being mated."
Col grinned in return. "You mean the nagging, chiding and scolding?"
"Hey! I resent that," said the man entering the room. He frowned, his brown eyes filled with ire at the two already present, which brought a laugh from them both.
"I'm only teasing, Sam. We felt your approach and it's just too much fun watching you rise to the bait," Col confessed.
"Hmm, I suppose for someone with so little imagination you have to get your jollies somewhere," Sam replied with a satisfied smile.
"Is that any way to talk to an invalid?"
"Invalid my ass," Sam snorted and approached the bed. His hand cupped Col's cheek and he leaned down, kissing him gently on the lips. Col responded by sliding a hand to the back of Sam's head and holding him while his tongue slid between Sam's parted lips for a leisurely exploration of his mouth.
When released, Sam drew back and gave him a skeptical look. "Yeah right, you're sick," he responded sarcastically. "If you were any healthier, I'd find myself riding that," he accused, pointing to the growing bulge in Col's pants.
"That's actually not a bad idea," Geral said, giving his mate a look filled with heated intent. "I think Col deserves an appropriate send-off." He turned his gaze to his friend. "Col, go lock the door."
Sam's chest began to rise and fall at a more rapid pace as the rate of his breathing increased. "I should have kept my mouth shut," he quipped, even as he returned the growing look of arousal in his mate's eyes.
"Oh no, lover, I want your mouth open," Geral replied, shaking his head.
Col watched their exchange with an anticipatory smile before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, crossed the room and locked the door. By the time he returned to them, Geral had Sam in his arms, his mouth engaged in a passionate kiss.

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Almost Home by Kate Steele

Almost Home
by Kate Steele

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-160521-257-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Something is out there... waiting in the dark.
For Shannon, nighttime has always inspired fear and fascination. She longs to discover its mysteries, but some deep-seated instinct has, up to now, kept her safe inside when the sun sets. When her car breaks down a mere quarter mile from her house, rather than choose to spend the night confined within the safety it offers, she braves the moon-drenched shadows and comes face to face with her destiny.

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Aran vaulted from his horse with such skill Shannon felt only the barest of jolts to mark the sure impact of his feet upon the sandy ground. Waking from an exhausted doze, her apprehension returned anew, and sheer panic caused her to once again pull against the restraints at her wrists and ankles as she was carried in his hard, unyielding embrace.
From the folds of the enveloping cloak that had shielded her from the harsh rays of a sun that pitilessly presided over this vast desert into which she had been abducted, she could see unexpected splashes of color. Shaking her head, she managed to dislodge the hood from where it rested over her brow. With her vision now unimpeded, she gasped and stilled at the sight of what lay before her.
An oasis, green and lush with date-bearing palm trees, grass and other growing things, was spread out in a circle around a pool of azure-tinted water that sparkled under the receding light of the setting sun. Nestled amidst the tangled growth was a white tent, its fabric sides rippling with the breeze that played over the water and through the trees.
Without pause, Aran strode toward the tent, and Shannon's eyes widened. Being confined in an intimate space with this man was the last thing she wanted. "No! Let me go!"
"Quiet. I have not given you permission to speak." The terse, no-nonsense warning in Aran's voice caused Shannon to press her lips together against further protests.
When he was in dominance mode she knew better than to press her luck. Considering what she'd already done, she'd be lucky to escape unscathed. Running from Aran had been foolish, but what else was she supposed to do? She would not stand idly by and let him include another woman in their relationship. Having a harem might be an accepted practice among his people, but did he really believe she would accept such a thing?
Aran swooped through the tent's entrance, and despite the closed, angry look on his face, deposited her gently on a colorful mound of rugs and pillows. "Do not move from that spot," he ordered and retreated outside. Hearing the sound of his voice a moment later, she knew he was seeing to his horse.
Wanting to run, but knowing there was nowhere to go, Shannon maintained the position in which she'd been left and tried to relax. It was impossible. Her body was tense and her muscles tight. Even her toes and fingers curled and released in an unconscious display of high-strung nerves. Unable to stay still, she angled herself into a sitting position and with shaking fingers began plucking at the knots of the silken ties at her ankles.
As she worked at her restraints, she became aware of another feeling, one that had been creeping up on her from the moment Aran had essentially taken her captive. Arousal. It insidiously wormed its way in and around any other emotion that assailed her, heightening and clarifying the knowledge that being tied up was not nearly as unpleasant as she might wish it would be -- especially in this situation. Needing Aran's touch was the last thing she wanted and yet she couldn't deny that fact that her dread of what he would do to her was mixed with more than a little anticipation.
At his return, his eyes narrowed in disapproval. With a practiced move he drew a knife from his boot and Shannon gaped at the sight of the glinting silver blade. Aran approached and knelt beside her. "Hold still," he bade her and with two swift cuts the silk split and the knife was returned to its sheath. She was freed, but it was a short-lived freedom. "Wrists," he tersely insisted, holding out his hand.
With the barest of hesitation, she held out her hands, watched him carefully examine her wrists then froze in astonishment as he pulled a pair of softly padded leather cuffs from the back of his waistband. Before she could utter a word or make a move to escape, the cuffs were on, and she was gently pushed to her back. Aran then pulled her arms over her head, and the cuffs were clipped to a short, light-weight chain that had been attached to the center tent pole. Once more she was effectively restrained, and the time for paying the piper was at hand.
"Aran, please..."
"Silence. I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled and began stripping her.

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Soul Familiar 3: Fated by Kate Steele

Soul Familiar 3: Fated
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-117-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Soul Familiar
Length: Novella

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"Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat." In other words it's a sneaky, hairy little bast... um, son-of-a-gun and you have two options on how to handle it. You let it walk all over you, or you wrestle it into submission. Not that I'm into rat wrestling, but I for one do not intend to have tiny footprints all over whatever part of my life fate chooses to use as a doormat.
My name is Alex Layton and enough with the metaphors already. My lover, wizard-partner and soul mate Tyler Montgomery and I have run out of time. As decreed by the Council of Elders that governs the affairs of soul familiars, Tyler and I must now face a trial of magical combat. If we win, our bond becomes permanent. If we lose, we are separated forever.
With options like those, fate had better watch her ass.

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The Pet Promise by Kate Steele

The Pet Promise
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-852-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

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To atone for his crime against Master Nerrin Arrian, Kail has just spent the last year as the master’s pet… complete with four legs, pointed ears, and a tail. With his term of service at an end, the master fulfills his part of the promise. He lifts the enchantment that turned Kail from human to canine.

There’s just one problem now. Kail’s fallen in love, and he’s resisting the final transformation from the bottom of his soul. He’s determined to stay with Master Nerrin… even if it means keeping the puppy ears and tail for the rest of his life.

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“And a pinch of sun-dried, prickly lerum.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
Master Nerrin Arrian, under the watchful eyes of his comrade and fellow practitioner of the magical arts, Master Saroyan Tanlion, wielded a pestle, grinding the ingredients he’d gathered together in a small yet heavy marble bowl. Once the dry ingredients were reduced to a fine powder, he added a few drops of goat’s milk, turning powder into paste.
Saroyan leaned down, his heavy hip-length golden brown ponytail swinging forward. Flipping it back with a practiced hand, he took a sniff of his friend’s spelled mixture and quickly withdrew. His expression was eloquent. “It’s a bit, um… aromatic.”
One look at his face had Nerrin laughing. “Only a bit?”
Nerrin’s infectious laughter invoked a reaction from the third party who also occupied his kitchen. The long-haired dog that lounged on the rug before the stone-lined fireplace stirred and lifted his head. His ears pricked forward with interest, dark eyes shone with canine curiosity, and his feathery tail wagged. At the sight of that earnest expression, Nerrin’s visage turned solemn.
“You could always keep him as is,” Saroyan suggested.
With an expression of shock, Nerrin turned toward his friend. “You know I couldn’t do that. I made a pact with him. It’s not a promise I could so whimsically break, especially not for selfish reasons.”
“I wasn’t seriously expecting you to. It’s just that I hate to see you looking so forlorn. For a man who has fought battles untold and dispatched his foes without remorse, you’re oddly sentimental about certain things.”
“Mm, perhaps… but I’ll miss him,” Nerrin replied, his somber regard returning to rest on the loyal and steadfast animal that had kept him company for the past year. For a man such as himself, one of high standing and reputation, to have such an undemanding and trustworthy companion was a luxury beyond measure. He sighed, and turned his attention back to the concoction he’d prepared. “No matter. What must be, must be. Now the next question is how to get Kail to swallow this -- as you so aptly named it -- aromatic mixture.”
“Roll it into a ball and wrap some bread, or better yet, some meat around it. I’m sure he’ll swallow it with no qualms,” Saroyan advised.
Doing as his friend suggested, Nerrin prepared the blended herbs, masking their presence within a cover of slivered meat. Offering it to the dog, he lavishly praised him, and lovingly stroked his head when the mixture was consumed. A few scant moments passed before the dog began to blink as though his lids were too heavy to hold open. The spark in his eyes grew gradually dull, and he wavered on his feet.
Nerrin settled himself on the rug, and urged his treasured companion to lie down with his head cushioned on Nerrin’s knee. Gently he ran his hand over the dog’s fur in long, caressing sweeps.
He felt his friend’s gaze upon him moments before a large hand settled briefly on his head. “I’ll let myself out,” Saroyan softly said. He took a few steps then paused before leaving the room. “You know, you might like him as a human… and you can always get another dog during the next dimensional shift.”
“I know. It’s just facing the uncertainty of change,” Nerrin replied. “I fear things will never be as good as they are now… and I really love this dog.”
I really love this dog.
Love this dog.
Love this dog.
This dog.
This dog… dog… dog… dog.
Those words, spoken in his master’s voice with such soft and heartrending melancholy, imbedded themselves within Kail’s fading awareness.

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Red Cloud Wolves by Kate Steele

Red Cloud Wolves (Collection)
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-138-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Red Cloud Wolves
Length: Collection

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Almost century ago, Landon Jeffers was on the run from a posse determined to see him dance at the end of a noose when he made a discovery that would change his life forever. Landon’s dreams of the desert’s riches morphed into images of moonlit nights, howling wolves and a man whose piercing black eyes turn to fire. A wild man who will tame his heart. A man named Dark.
Over the years legends have taken shape about wild men inhabiting the Grand Canyon -- men who turn into wolves. Now Landon and Dark will need every bit of courage they possess to preserve the existence of the Moon Wolf. It’s up to them to stop a killer. One who’s been holding a grudge for a very, very long time…

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As was common in many saloons, the wall behind the bar shone with etched and polished mirror. Rows of glinting glass and bottles filled with whisky, rye, bourbon and the like marched along the low shelves built beside and beneath it. Lan sidled up to the bar and ordered a whiskey. With glass in hand he turned to admire the sight before him. Now this, he mused, feels just like home.
It wasn’t long before he was concentrating on the tables where card games were in progress. At one such table, a man rose. Tipping his hat at those assembled, he walked out of the bar. Another man seated there, at least part Spanish by the look of him, caught Lan’s eye and with a short move of his head indicated the empty seat. Lan sent him an answering nod and joined the other players. Seating himself with little fanfare, he bought into the game, was dealt his first hand and the play began.
For the first couple of hours the game went well. He won his share of hands and had a nice stack of chips in front of him. His fellow players were all obviously experienced but unaware of the fact that they were giving away their hands in subtle ways. As the game progressed Lan was learning their tells. One player would narrow his right eye just a bit when bluffing. Another would tug the corner of his mustache when he had a good hand. Ever so slowly, small bits of body language began to betray each players’ mood and if he held good cards or bad.
One of the bargirls had taken a shine to Lan and made frequent stops at his table. Susie waited on Lan before anyone else and gave him sweet come-hither smiles and meaningful looks from big brown eyes. She also managed to show him quite a bit of her bosom in the process. Lan gracefully bore her attention, not about to enlighten her in this roomful of strangers that he preferred his partners a hell of a lot more flat-chested. And male. This pretty girl was sporting all the wrong equipment to engage Lan’s interest, unlike the fresh-faced cowboy across the table. Lan could definitely see himself letting that beefy, blond-haired, young man ride his cock. Putting those thoughts aside, Lan kept his mind firmly on the game.
It was in the early hours of the morning that the trouble began. Lan had begun to suspect it for quite sometime but the last hand had proved it for sure. The duded up swell who acted like he owned the place was cheating. Lan threw his cards in before the hand began and started to gather his money in spite of the protests around him.
“I got nothing against losing, but I won’t play with a cheat,” he told them. His words brought a quiet hush to the table.
“Who are you accusing of cheating?” the dude asked.
“That’d be you.”
The man sat there bold as brass and slowly nodded his head. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
Around the table chairs were pushed back. The tension quickly spread to the neighboring tables until they had an audience looking on with anticipation and dread.
“Would that make a difference?”
“The name’s Roger Coburn.”
“And that should mean what to me?”
“My brother is Daniel Coburn, Marshal of Calico. We own this town.”
Lan felt a slight frisson of dismay which he more than adequately hid behind his calm demeanor. Every nerve in his body was trying to dance with the rising stress that winged through his veins and tightened each muscle in tiny, nearly invisible increments. This situation was far from unfamiliar but he didn’t carry a gun for show. With composure only the best of his breed could exhibit, Lan put his life on the line.
“Do tell. Well, Mr. Coburn, where I come from a man wins at cards with luck and skill, not by intimidation and most definitely not by cheating. I don’t give a damn who you are. No double dealing braggart is lining his pockets with my money.” Lan rose to leave.
Across the table, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, Roger Coburn stood. His chair tipped back and fell. There were screams. Men and women scrambled to get out of the way. A gun appeared in Coburn’s hand as he drew it from his holster. Without stopping to think about it, Lan answered the threat. Two revolvers fired. One found its target, the other didn’t. Coburn gasped and grabbed his middle, blood blossoming and spreading against his shirt in a flood of red. With a look of astonished disbelief on his face, he fell to the side, dead before he hit the floor.
Landon didn’t need any encouragement to get moving. Smoking gun in hand, he grabbed his money up. Keeping a wary eye on those around him, he crossed the floor and was out the door and gone. He didn’t question the need for haste or the need to run. That Coburn had had the bald-faced gall to expect his cheating to be overlooked just because his brother was the town marshal boded ill. From the sound of it, this wasn’t the first such incident. Apparently the marshal backed his brother. More than likely he wouldn’t take kindly to someone killing the man, even if it had been a fair fight.
Walking swiftly to the hotel and entering, he took the stairs two at a time. Once in his room, he stuffed his belongings back in his saddlebags and was back outside in seconds flat heading for the livery stable.
Cursing the darkness, he fumbled in his saddlebags for matches and lit one just inside the stable doors. A lantern hung nearby and he lit the wick then made his way down the line of stalls, quickly finding his horse and tack. The roan gelding blew and stamped, disgruntled at being disturbed but he held steady while Lan got him saddled and bridled. Around him the other horses answered with low whickers. After adjusting his gear, reins in hand, Lan led his horse to the doors and replaced the lantern after carefully extinguishing the flame.
Heart pounding, he paused and listened. In the distance he could hear shouting. Without wasting another second, he was out the door, leading his horse. It was still dark and he wasn’t about to risk injury to the roan. Taking his bearings, he started in an easterly direction and was soon out of town. So far there was no sound of pursuit. The ground rose steadily as he went. Glancing back he could see lights flitting around town like fireflies. They were searching for him.
Grimly, Landon turned his back and kept walking. When the sun rose high enough to make the landscape visible, he mounted up and headed east, intending to put a lot of miles between himself and Calico.

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Soul Familiar 2: Unpredictable by Kate Steele

Soul Familiar 2: Unpredictable
by Kate Steele
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-806-7
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Soul Familiar
Length: Novella




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Life is unpredictable. That sentiment should be tattooed on my forehead -- or better yet on my lover’s ass. I’d see it more often.
I’m Alex Layton and I’m a soul familiar. Most people know witches and wizards use familiars to enhance their powers. Soul familiars become not only partners with their chosen magic practitioner but mates for life, and we bond with our partners -- heart, body, mind, and soul. I’ve found my soul mate, a sweet, gorgeous, recently deflowered virgin, fledging wizard by the name of Tyler Montgomery. To keep him, I face a challenge, or more precisely, we face a challenge. Magical combat designed to test our bond and its strength. If we pass, we live happily ever after. If we lose… let’s just say I refuse to lose.
Everything’s going to be fine. I just know it will. Right? All we have to deal with is the powerful and practiced duo consisting of a fellow soul familiar and his mate who are gunning for us and one accident of nature soul familiar whose erratic powers are making our spells produce daffodils instead of dragons.
Like I said, life is unpredictable.

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What was it that guy said in the movie Independence Day when he flew his fighter plane up the wazoo of the alien space ship? “I’m baaack!”
Yeah, I’m back. Alex Layton, remember? I’m the two-hundred-year-old, tastefully gorgeous soul familiar who just found his soul mate, Tyler Montgomery. I began my story by telling you about myself and how I met Tyler, and temporarily ended it when I discovered Tyler was my soul mate. Now that the shock has worn off, I think it’s time to continue this little tale. After all, I know you’re totally intrigued and probably smitten with me as well, so who am I to deny you a little more of my charm and wit.
As you can tell, I’ve never been accused of being modest.
Picking up where we left off, Tyler and I had just made love, the soul joining took place, and my dad showed up to congratulate us and give us the good news about Tyler facing that inconvenient little test designed to assess his worthiness to be my partner. When Dad returned the way he’d appeared -- in a nimbus of light via the ether corridor -- I was left to explain things to Tyler. I’d like to say we were cuddling in bed, but my ever practical Tyler decided he’d had enough of my attempts to distract him with some more than friendly groping and made us get up and go downstairs to the kitchen. At this point I could but sigh in frustration.
“It’s three o’clock in the morning. Do you really think we should be drinking coffee at this hour?” I asked as he set a steaming cup of black brew in front of me.
I’d taken a seat at the small oak table that resided at one end of the room near windows that overlooked the front lawn. As dark as it was outside, there was little to see other than that which was revealed under the bluish-white glow of the security light that topped a tall pole beside the garage. The only thing I could see stirring was the plant life that swayed with the gentle, night breeze.
Tyler took the chair opposite me. “Quit complaining. I mojoed the caffeine out of it since we don’t have decaf.”
“And how did you do that?”
“A touch of that transformation spell I learned the other day. It was easy to remove that one element.”
Giving the coffee a leery look, I picked up my cup and took a sniff. It smelled all right. I took a taste. It tasted all right too. “It’s good. Seems you’re actually learning.”
“From the sound of things, I guess I’d better. You want to explain exactly what’s going on?”
“Not really, but I suppose I’d better since you’ve dragged me out of bed at such an indecent hour.”
“Yeah, I can feel your outrage. Spill it.”
“Would you just listen to that sarcasm? You’ve gotten awfully bold and bossy for a twenty-two-year-old former virgin with all of a day’s experience under your belt.”
“I’m a fast learner, and you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Not yet, but given a little encouragement…” I knew I was smirking. I just couldn’t help it.
“Alex.”
Tyler was not amused. “All right. You felt something strange after we made love that last time, right?”
“Yeah, I did.” Tyler closed his eyes as though savoring the memory. “It was so intense. Everything I felt, the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the feel of your skin against mine, it was like I was experiencing it not only for myself, but through you as well. Why did that happen?”
“If you’ll remember back to what my dad said, he congratulated me on finding my true mate. That particular phenomenon occurs when a soul familiar finds his soul mate. That would be you.”
“Soul mate?” Tyler asked, with a touch of doubtful sarcasm.
“Yes.”
“I hate to say it, but that sounds a little corny. So what exactly does being a soul mate entail? Did we just get married or something?”
I gave him a brittle smile. “Pretty much.”
“I was kidding. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Tyler dropped his gaze from mine, but not before I saw the dismay in his eyes. His earlier comment about soul mates being corny stung and it put me on the defensive. I was wondering if we were in trouble. It seemed I was the only one feeling happy about this situation.
“Is the prospect of being tied to me such an awful one?” I asked, trying very hard to keep my tone neutral.
“No, it’s not that and I wouldn’t have made light of it if I’d known you were serious.” Tyler raised his eyes to mine. “It’s just… I don’t know. I feel like I should apologize.”
Now that surprised me. I just had to ask. “Why?”
“I’m sure this isn’t something you bargained for when you volunteered to help me.”
“No, it’s not. Do you hear me complaining?”
“No, but it seems like you should be. I mean seriously, when it comes to things like experience, talent, and power we’re so far apart. There are probably plenty of other guys way better than me you’d prefer to be stuck with. Someone who would suit you much better than I do.”
“What bullshit. Tyler, the joining happened because, corny as it sounds, the cosmic forces of the universe decided we should be together. The fact that I agree with them is just icing on the cake.” I reached across the table and waited for his hand to meet mine halfway. When our fingers entwined, I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my mouth. “You’re right. I’ve been with a lot of guys over the years, which just helps me know now that there’s no one I’d rather be with than you. And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For recognizing my stellar attributes, the power, the talent, although you could have also mentioned the drop-dead gorgeous looks and the amazing prowess in bed.”
Tyler rolled his eyes and gave me a good-natured yet skeptical smile. “You are so full of yourself.”
“You may be right, though I prefer it when you’re full of me. Let’s go back to bed,” I answered with a suggestive wiggle of my brows.




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