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/

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

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!

 

Margaret RileyPublisher
http://ChangelingPress.com
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com
http://RazorsEdgePress.com

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays/Saturdays (05 November)

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


Happy Reading,

~ Zenobia

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

Paranormal Mates Society Vol 1 by Dakota Cassidy and Rachel Bo

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)

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

ISBN: 978-1-60521-683-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 280

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

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

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

All Wrapped Up Volume 2 (Collection) by Sierra Dafoe, Lacey Savage, Willa Okati

All Wrapped Up, Vol. 2

by Willa Okati and Lacey Savage and Sierra Dafoe Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-59596-821-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM

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

Series: All Wrapped Up Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 237

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1623

Blurb:

Naked Exposure by Lacey Savage
Scoop of a lifetime -- Hollywood bachelor Greg Radigan in all his naked glory, participating in some very explicit BDSM play. The moment the picture hits the Internet, it goes viral. Naturally, whoever took the picture has to pay. When Greg and Deidre finally come face-to-face, he's ready to exact revenge. And nothing short of Deidre's complete submission will satisfy him...
Absolute Power by Sierra Dafoe
Trapped at the mercy of six overpoweringly handsome vampires, can Mia find the courage to let down her guard and discover the ecstasy of submitting herself completely to their sexual demands?
Chain of Three by Willa Okati
Two alien Marines, a human BDSM Master, and a shapeshifting Empress with a mind of her own -- a recipe for trouble. Dane and Julian, ex-war heroes now in the Empress' service, hate each other. Problem. Julian wants Dane almost as much as he hates him. The Empress thinks Master Anubis can tame the two. It's a three-way battle for dominance, and the Empress never fights fair...
Excerpt:
All Wrapped Up 2 (Collection)
Excerpt from Chain of Three Willa Okati
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Willa Okati

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

"So, you're pretending to be a human again today, are you?"
Dane grunted in response. In his opinion, a stupid question didn't deserve any kind of answer. Anyone with two, three, four or more eyes in their head or what they called a head ought to know better. Of course he'd shifted into human shape. He wasn't stupid.
The Empress hadn't exactly ordered Her subjects to assume the images of the humans She adored and fell passionately in love with. However, anyone who wasn't too dumb to come in out of the rain knew they'd better wear the right "uniform" unless they had an itch to annoy Her.
You really, really didn't want to annoy the Supreme Commander of a thousand-plus starships and a million trained warriors.
Besides, he'd decided to lounge by the pond in the garden of his new quarters that morning and tentacles had a nasty tendency to develop vicious sunburn. "Getting a tan" the earthfolk they'd rescued from their doomed planet called this practice. They'd said it was relaxing and made them look more attractive to those they wanted to mate with.
No, those they wanted to fuck.
If Dane was going to play human, then he'd damn well get the details right. Mating and fucking were completely different concepts. One of the new traditions most of his countrymen and women liked best when it came to playing human was the idea of fucking without having to tangle themselves up in mating.
"Fuck." An interesting word you could use in almost any sentence.
Dane paused for a second to appreciate the amazing range of human obscenities, otherwise called "swearing," "cursing," or "cussin'." They worked great when a guy didn't really know what else to say.
Speaking of which, Dane decided getting a suntan was probably a piss-poor waste of time. He couldn't figure out why anyone would enjoy damaging the pigmentation of their skin by sitting in the sun all day, but as the earthfolk also said, what the hell? He didn't have anything better to do. Not since he'd been "honorably" discharged from the military, sent back to their home planet for recuperation, and then...
Dane shuddered.
"Aww. He shivered. Izza baby boy cold?" Julian taunted in American English.
Raising the middle finger of his human-shaped hand, Dane pointed it where he figured Julian would be standing. Another handy earthfolk trick, cussing with hand signals.
Julian hooted. "Up yours too!" He made the suggestion in cheerful good humor. Probably purely for the sake of annoying Dane. He never took offense at anything Dane did. He treated every barb and sting like some big game. Prick. "You're cranky today, old man. What flew up your ass?"
Dane grunted again as his only answer, deciding if that wasn't good enough for Julian he could go screw himself.
Mmm. He really, really loved human profanity. So rich, depending on culture, and so satisfying. He and Julian both studied the underground lists of new phrases together to figure out what they meant, bitching at each other over who got to read first if they didn't both have a copy. The time when Julian insisted "son of a bitch" meant the same thing as "son of a motherless goat" had resulted in a fight of amazing violence and duration.
In the end, the Empress Herself gave them a tongue-lashing of Her own and sent them to their rooms to stand with their noses in the corner until they learned to behave like men, not children.
Julian's fault, in Dane's opinion. Dumbass.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1623

Final Cut Miami: Storm's Tempest by Lacey Savage

Final Cut Miami: Storm's Tempest

by Lacey SavageCover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-619-5

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM

Theme(s): Dark Desire

Series: Final Cut Miami

Length: Novella

Page Count: 72

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1603

Blurb:

Tempest Kincaide is certain she must be the last twenty-eight-year-old virgin left in the entire world. Her fervent belief in holding out for her soul mate has kept her from doing what most women her age would have done long ago. She might consider a one-night stand, if only she weren't so terrified of admitting that she has no experience, no real knowledge of sexual practices beyond the theoretical, and no skill in pleasing a man.
Storm is a retired sex demon. After centuries of catering to humans' sexual whims, he's taken himself out of the family business. His self-imposed dry spell has lasted more than most humans' lifespans, but he's just fine with that. He's got a business degree and a real job now, and he's in no rush to return to his seducing, womanizing ways.
Until he meets Tempest at Final Cut in Miami, that is. Her innocent nature calls out to the demon in him, making her impossible to resist. He wants to give her everything she craves -- and a few things she's never even imagined.
A memorable night at Final Cut leaves Tempest exhausted. But when she wakes up the next morning, naked and bound, she has no idea what she's gotten herself into. This might be her chance to lose that virginity she's been holding on to for far too long. But first she has to learn trust, passion, and the ecstasy of surrender... all at the hands of a sex demon who's determined to claim Tempest for his own.
Excerpt:

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1603

A Changeling for All Seasons

A Changeling for All Seasons


by Kate Douglas and Kate Hill and Sahara Kelly and Judy Mays and Shelby Morgen and Angela Knight and Willa Okati and Marteeka Karland and Lacey Savage

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 987-1-60521-009-4

Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections

Theme(s): Seasonal Themes

Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1497

Blurb:
Ten unforgettable erotic tales to warm your nights and keep you in holiday spirits all year long!




Angela Knight - A Vampire Christmas

Sahara Kelly - A Christmas Pageant

Judy Mays - Jingle Balls

Marteeka Karland - Sealed With A Kiss

Kate Douglas - My Valentine

Shelby Morgen - Changeling

Willa Okati - Elven Enchantment

Kate Hill - Jolene's Pooka

Lacey Savage - Chemistry to Burn

Shelby Morgen - Troll Under The Bridge



Filled with the unexpected, A Changeling For All Seasons offers something to savor for every palate. From humorous to magical, from Christmas to St. Patrick's Day to the 4th of July, these stories are alight with unbridled lust, sensuous passion, and hot, hot sex, guaranteed to entangle your senses and leave you breathless.



This collection is also available in print.

Excerpt
A Changeling for All Seasons


Excerpt from A Vampire Christmas

Angela Knight

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2010 by Angela Knight

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



Amelia Patton clattered up the beige stairs of the apartment complex, the plastic dress bag hooked over one shoulder. It had been a long shift at the hospital, but the prospect of showing David her purchase had put a bounce back in her step. The gown was every little girl's fairytale dream -- seed pearls, white lace, and yards and yards of satin skirt, with a train that would reach halfway down the church aisle. The lace veil alone had her inner eight-year-old sighing in bliss.



Clutching her precious dress with one hand, she juggled the keys until she found the right one and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open, revealing the living room that had made real strides in livability over the past two months. When she'd first moved in, David's furniture had consisted of a couch he'd bought at Goodwill and a really tacky table made from a cable spool. The big screen television and entertainment center were worth more than all the rest of the furniture in the apartment. God love the man, he was too butch for taste.



Amelia had coaxed him into replacing the castoffs with a lovely cream living room set, colorful pastel sketches, and a pretty floor lamp with a stained glass shade. She made good money as a nurse, she argued. They could afford it.



"Honey, I'm home!" God, she loved saying that.



No answer. She frowned. It was well after midnight; David would be home from his shift with the Atlanta Police. Unless something had happened... A frisson of fear slid up her spine, but she forced it away. "Hey, Dave! I went by the mall on my dinner break and picked up that gown I told you about. Wait 'til you see it..."



The bedsprings creaked from the next room. "Amelia." His voice sounded hoarse.



"Hey, babe, you okay? Did you get into another fight?" That was how they'd met. David had come by the ER after a drug dealer resisted arrest with a little too much enthusiasm. She'd been smearing antibiotic cream across those sculpted ribs when he'd asked her to dinner. Amelia had looked into those crystalline blue eyes, and fallen helplessly in lust. She hadn't been able to say no to him since.



A year later, she still lusted for him -- but she'd also come to know and love his wicked sense of humor, strong character, and clever mind.



"Come here." David normally reserved that cold, demanding tone for the prisoners he brought to the hospital after they'd tried to bust his head. He'd never before used it with her.



"David, what's wrong?" Worried, Amelia hurried into the bedroom, the dress slung over her shoulder.



They'd bought the massive iron bedstead in an antique store when she'd moved in with him. David had teased her that its tall, ornate posts were perfect for bondage.



She'd still never expected to find him naked and shackled spread-eagle to it like a beefcake buffet.



David was a big man, as dark as she was blonde, broad shouldered and narrow hipped. He spent a couple of hours in the department gym four days a week, building the layers of rippling muscle he considered an occupational necessity for a beat cop. Adding to the impression of overwhelming masculinity, a dark ruff of hair spread across his chest and arrowed down his cobblestone belly toward his thick cock.



His face was just as broad and angular as his tough body, with prominent cheekbones and a regal nose, straight and narrow. His mouth added the only note of sensual vulnerability about him with its full lower lip and lush upper curve. A hint of a dimple graced one corner, giving his smile a boyish charm.



"Yum," Amelia purred, grinning at the sight of him spread out in chains. "For me?"



"What do you think?" His cock stirred hungrily, and he stared at her like a cat watching a caged canary.



She rocked back on the rubber heels of her shoes and grinned. "This is an interesting switch. Usually I'm the one tied to that bed."



"Come here," he said again. His blue eyes blazed with lust.



Smiling wickedly, Amelia paused just long enough to hang the dress in the closet. Then, reaching for the hem of her scrubs, she started toward him. But before she could reach his side, she realized something was wrong. He was far too pale, in the way she'd come to associate with massive blood loss, and his face was drawn. She let the hem drop. "David, are you okay?"



"I said come here!" he roared, peeling his lips back from his teeth in a savage snarl.



He had fangs.



Sharp, white, damn near two inches long, they made his handsome, sensual mouth look alien and threatening.



They couldn't possibly be real.



She gave him an uncertain smile. This must be some kind of new sex game, and yet... "What's with the Count Dracula dental work? Halloween isn't for three months."



"Get over here!" He lunged at her so hard the bed danced on the floor, but he couldn't break the chains. The iron posts began to bend.



Amelia jumped back, sick horror creeping over her with the knowledge this was no joke. Strong as he was, there was no way he should be able to bend the solid iron headboard. "Jesus, David! What the hell is going on?"



"What are you doing here?" a female voice demanded. Amelia whirled as a woman she'd never seen before stepped into the room. The stranger barely came up to her shoulder, a petite brunette with a wealth of sable hair and a small, heart-shaped face. She wore jeans and a black knit top that made the most of impressive breasts. Her frown was ferocious as she glared up at Amelia. "You don't belong here, it's too dangerous. You must leave until this is finished." She stalked past on booted feet, pulling a familiar plastic bag out of her purse. Before Amelia could ask where the hell she'd gotten a unit of whole blood, she snatched a pair of scissors off the table, clipped the top off the bag, and thrust it into David's mouth. He began to drink thirstily.



Blood. He was drinking blood.



Like some kind of vampire.



A sense of unreality crashed in. Amelia took a step back. David. Naked. With a strange woman. Chained to a bed. Drinking blood. "Who the hell are you? Will somebody please tell me what's going on?"



"Get out!" the brunette snapped. She had an exotic accent, clipped and Slavic. "If he breaks loose from these chains, he'll kill you. Go! When he is sane again, I will tell you." She had fangs too.



Amelia's jaw dropped. "You're a vampire!"



The brunette shot her a glare. "Congratulations. Your grasp of the obvious is stunning. Now use those dubious wits and get out while you still can."



Still drinking, David rolled his blue eyes in her direction. The depths of his eyes glinted red. There was nothing at all sane in his gaze.



Amelia whirled and ran.


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1497

Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch by Lacey Savage

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Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch by Lacey Savage cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-393-4 Genre(s): Paranormal, Guilty Pleasures, BDSM Theme(s): Werewolves, Magic and Mayhem Series: Last Call Europe Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1371

Blurb:

Being summoned home to be married is the last thing Vito Moretti expects. But before he can convince his father that he's not about to be chained down to any woman -- especially one he's never met -- Vito swings by Last Call for one more night of pure, unapologetic pleasure.
Margot LeFevre has a duty to uphold, and a mission to fulfill. And nothing would jeopardize both quicker than ordering a drink from Last Call's exotic menu. Still, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be someone different, just for one night. Someone sexy, someone alluring, someone free to give in to the need for pleasure and pain that simmers inside her.
Lucky for her, she's about to find out.
Classy Bitch: Whore in designer clothing, ripe for the taking.
Excerpt:
Last Call Europe: Classy Bitch
Lacey Savage
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Lacey Savage

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

With the severed head of his opponent dragging on the ground behind him and his heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline, Vito Moretti grinned widely at his audience. "Let it be known that a winged serpent is no match for a Synai warrior!"
His voice boomed through the clearing where he stood, surrounded by two dozen of the greatest warriors gathered from among the top werewolf packs in the country. Yet instead of awe and admiration, he saw nothing but envy and hostility in their eyes. Every warrior there had dreamed of being the one to bring down the jaculus, but Vito had robbed them of the opportunity for that particular glory.
Well, to hell with them and their resentful scrutiny. He wasn't here to make friends. He'd been summoned because the fine people of Lanchester, Maine, had a problem they couldn't solve. The jaculus had been terrorizing humans and werewolves alike, running unchecked for the better part of a month. They'd needed someone skilled in the art of fighting savage monsters, someone with a proven track record, someone who wielded a variety of weapons with brute strength and elegance. They'd needed him.
Vito tossed the creature's head to the ground. It rolled, leaving a slick puddle of purple blood in its wake, and landed at the feet of the man who'd summoned the warriors to the rescue. The Alpha of the Dorai pack eyed the prize, then nodded once, curtly.
"We thank the great Synai pack for sending a fighter capable of ridding us of this evil. Your reward, warrior."
He stepped aside, making room for four women to step through the gap in the crowd. Overhead, the forest canopy swayed and rustled. The battle had taken the better part of the night, and now the sun rose in orange hues through the trees, sending the women's long, curvaceous shadows swishing across the grass.
"My daughters are yours to do with as you please. They will see to your every need for as long as you wish to stay among us."
Ah, now this was more like it! Vito gave a hoot of laughter and swept two of the women into his arms. His cock responded instantly with a jolt of excitement that surged through his bloodstream, mingling with the adrenaline already there.
He planted a kiss on the luscious lips of the nearest woman. "I accept your generous gifts."
The sisters giggled as one and rubbed up against him. If the air in the clearing had been dark with hatred before, now it practically churned with the rancor and bitterness of those assembled.
Vito's hand went to the fastening of his jeans. He'd show them why a Synai warrior was the only one who could claim the spoils of this battle. He had enough stamina to satisfy all four women, and then take on the rest of the pack's females. It would be a tough job, but someone had to do it.
One of the Dorai Alpha's daughters covered Vito's hand with hers while she knelt before him. She undid his zipper and gasped in appreciation as his cock sprang free.
Damn, but he loved his life. There was nothing like roaming the world looking for the next fight, the next fuck -- not having to answer to anyone about what he did or didn't do. No commitments, no promises, no expectations. Just freedom, violence, and as much pleasure as his mighty cock could handle.
A hot mouth closed around the tip of his dick. He groaned, and so did the other men in the clearing. The rustle of clothes followed. No doubt the warriors had themselves in hand by now, staring wide-eyed and short of breath at the erotic display before them. If they couldn't be him, at least they could live vicariously through him.
"A message for the Synai warrior! A message!"
Vito's eyes snapped open just in time to see a short, slight-of-build man elbow his way through the crowd. He sighed and pulled away from the eager mouth that held him tightly in its moist grip. Cool morning air streamed over his heated shaft, sending a shiver through him.
"What is it?" he snapped at the messenger. "Can't it wait?"
"No, sir, I'm afraid it can't." The man lowered his voice and leaned in close enough so the others couldn't hear. "It's from your father."
The shiver turned into icy fingers of apprehension. Leave it to the old man to know exactly where he'd be at any given moment, even when he was half a world away. Still, Vito recognized where his loyalty lay. He owed his father his allegiance. He could postpone his well-earned reward for a few minutes to hear what his father had to say.
The messenger pulled a yellow envelope from his coat pocket. Vito grabbed it and turned it over, leaving fingerprints of purple blood across its pristine surface. The envelope tore beneath his hands, and he pulled out a sheet of crisp, unlined paper.
On the paper, Vito's father had scrawled six words. Vito read them, failed to comprehend them, and read them again. That's when the eager lust that had been swirling through his system dissolved in a pool of acid that gurgled in his gut.
Come home, the catastrophic note said. You're to be married.
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Feral Heat Collection by Lacey Savage

Feral Heat (Collection)


by Lacey Savage

cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-296-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves
Length: Collection

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Think werewolves aren't real?


Tell that to the four women and one man who find themselves captive to the whims of the Zante pack's males. Fierce, mythical, and sexy-as-sin, these delightfully debauched wolves guide their lovers through a journey of seductive exploration. Whether newly discovered or rekindled, their relationships are as passionate as they are.



And the women can give as good as they take. From a fairy bent on revenge to a vixen determined to destroy the pack, they'll all discover that getting caught is its own reward.



Wild and dangerous, menacing and exciting, otherworldly and naughty to the last...



The men of the Zante pack will make a believer out of you.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Firecrackers: Chemistry to Burn, Feral Magnetism, Feral Bachelorism, Feral Hedonism, and Feral Voyeurism. This collection is also available in print.

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Eve chuckled in her ear. "See anything interesting?"



"Men. Lots and lots of men." In fact, Angelina had never seen so many good- looking men gathered in one place. All skin colors, body types and nationalities mingled with one another in front of rides with names like "The Big One," "One Eyed Monster," and "Long and Lean."



"I guess it's true what they say," Eve offered in a playful tone. "If they're not taken, all the good ones are definitely gay."



"Suddenly, I'm starting to think that's not such a bad thing." Only inches away, two of the most delicious men Angelina had ever seen engaged in a passionate kiss. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to sweep and come together in a dance that lit Angelina's already flustered libido on fire.



"It's been too long since anyone's kissed me like that." Her voice held a hint of melancholy she tried to mask without much success.



"Griffin was a fool."



Angelina had trouble disagreeing with Eve when she had a point. Yet, she couldn't help the way her gut twisted at her friend's words. "He wasn't all bad."



Reluctant though she may have been to admit it, Angelina couldn't hide the fact that she still cared for him, especially not from Eve. Seeing his smiling, arrogant face in the Sunday paper when the announcement for tonight's fireworks display made the news had brought back all kinds of memories she wished had remained buried.



"Sure he was," Eve argued. "How else do you explain the fact that he took everything? He's taking credit for your work, Angelina, even now."



"He had the most perfect ass," Angelina countered. "No man with such a hot ass could be all bad."



Eve laughed, shattering the tension that sizzled through their small communication device. "And a really big cock."



"Hey!"



"What?" Eve asked innocently. "You bragged."



"Yeah, maybe once or --"



The rest of her words caught in her throat and disappeared on a sharp intake of breath. Standing outside the dark opening to a ride called "Blow Me Away," Griffin Taylor looked surprisingly comfortable in dark pressed pants and a soft white shirt that clung to his muscular shoulders like a second skin. Six-two, broad-chested, and built like a football player, Griff had never really blended in with the scientists and chemistry professors they'd hired to work for Incendiary Enterprises. Yet here, among a multitude of stunning men who mercilessly teased, fondled, and brought each other to the heights of flirtatious ecstasy, her former lover seemed to have found his niche.



Desire swept through her, quickly burrowing between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with recognition.



Griff looked up, his eyes scanning the crowd. Full, sensual lips pursed in concentration. Angelina's breathing stilled, though she knew there was no way he'd recognize her from that distance, especially in the biker outfit and the damnable beard.



"Eve," Angelina murmured, trying to keep her lips still as she spoke into the tiny microphone, "we're on."



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Seduced by Darkness Collection by Lacey Savage

Seduced by Darkness (Collection)
by Lacey Savage

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-225-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage, Dark Desire
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

A girl can only take so much darkness before she succumbs to its seductive call...
When sexy magician Luke Howard yanks Heidi Cole on stage and names her his audience volunteer, dark desire wraps Heidi in tendrils of passion, as foreign to her as the shadowy world of magic. And then Luke is brutally torn from her arms.

Driven by haunting memories of losing him, she hopes to one day become strong enough to conduct a Summoning and rescue her lover from the depths of Hell. But magic makes no guarantees. When Heidi is finally able to open a portal into Hell, she brings back not only Luke but also his cellmate, a man whose raw sex appeal is only matched by the secrets he keeps.
The descent into darkness will demand Heidi's body, her heart, her humanity, and the one thing she refuses to sacrifice: her men.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Dark Desire, Summoning Darkness, Darkness Becomes Her, and Seduced by Darkness.

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It was a damn good day to die.
Varin crossed his arms over his bare chest and leaned against a sharply jutting edge of phosphorous black rock. The smell of sulfur and molten lava blended with the acrid stench of fear, drenching the damp air. He sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the heady mixture.
Glorious. Like everything else about this place.
Although he'd been appointed Demon Guardian Overlord almost a millennium earlier, the euphoria that came with receiving new souls hadn't yet begun to fade. Time had no meaning in the dark place beneath the mortal realm. Here, there was nothing but suffering and everlasting torment. The culmination of countless lifetimes of sin.
An intoxicating, potent rush heated his blood, bringing with it a torrent of pleasure. He reveled in it as he watched vessels carrying newcomers sway on the black waters of the underground river. The roiling turmoil beneath the surface of the stream mirrored the pounding of his heart. Frothy whitecaps blossomed to the top, stirred by the passing of the long, sleek ships.
Varin flexed his arms, feeling the rock dig deeper into his back. A tang of pain slid down his spine, shooting a jolt of adrenaline and arousal into his veins. He waited patiently as the newcomers disembarked, mere pale shades of the humans they once were. The occasional scream or wailing sob reached his ears, filling his soul.
This was what he was meant to do. Serve the Prince of Darkness as his most trusted Guardian of the Underworld, oversee the arrival of souls and ensure none ever crossed in the other direction, through any means.
"That's the last of them, Master."
He shot a glance to his right, where a long, ghostly shadow rippled in the hot breeze. "How many?"
"Three hundred and nineteen."
"That's twice as many as yesterday," Varin said. "Baal will be pleased."
The souleater bowed low at its shapeless waist, materializing into a solid figure. "If you'll approve the delivery, we'll transfer the new souls into your care immediately."
Varin scanned the paperwork the shadow handed him. Etched in black on a pristine white surface, the names of those condemned to spend eternity in torment glistened on the form. The record was separated into two sections, and Varin's gaze immediately jumped to the bottom, where a dozen names stood apart from the others.
His grin broadened. "The list of Forgotten continues to grow. You've done well."
The apparition quivered with barely contained excitement. His dark eyes glowed red-hot for a moment, reflecting the unsettled waves of the river. "Do you think the Prince will reward me?"
Varin made a show of thinking about it. He'd served Baal for as long as he could remember. In all that time, the Prince of Darkness had never shown a shred of appreciation toward anyone. The Lord of the Underworld was quick to punish for the smallest infraction, but positive reinforcement wasn't part of his leadership philosophy.
"Perhaps." Varin glanced back at the names that had caught his attention. Forgotten souls belonged to humans captured before their time and hauled into Hell by force rather than by fate. Many had been destined for the Other place, but would now never see it.
For that reason, the Forgotten were among the most prized of prisoners. Unlike those who'd earned their stay in the Underworld, the Forgotten maintained their humanity after crossing over. They felt the sweet burn of every whiplash ten-fold. They could never die, and they would never escape the depths of Hell.
They were Varin's triumph. Before him, no other Guardian Overlord had ever been able to draw the souls of those who had not yet passed over to linger on the other side. But Varin had known it was possible. He'd trained the souleaters himself. It had taken a century of constant instruction and countless fruitless journeys into the mortal realm, but it had all been worth it.
Excitement stirred his blood, jolting his cock. Overseeing the soul transfer to the Underworld always left him eager to fuck.
After consulting the record one last time, Varin brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on the pad of his index finger. Blood so dark it was almost black sprung up to the surface. He pressed the glistening drop down on to the paper, where it sizzled slowly, imbuing the air with a scorched scent.
Restless and aroused, he tossed the clipboard back to the souleater. "Find a lesser Guardian to take possession."
He strolled away, following the edge of the river until it came to a sharp bend in the uneven trail. Ducking his head beneath a six-foot opening in a side cavern, he pressed his palm to the slick rock. At the contact, the barrier slid aside with a tumultuous rumble that made the ground quake beneath Varin's feet.
He stepped inside and waited while his eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Decorated in a dark mixture of deep violet, crimson and midnight black, the cavernous room allowed him all the space he needed to indulge his cravings. Trickling streams of lava dripped along the stone walls, the light casting a soft glow over the minimal furniture in his chamber.
"Welcome home, Master. We were starting to get restless."
Two succubae lounged in leather armchairs on either side of Varin's bed. Tall and slim, with long black hair, plump breasts with rosy nipples, and hairless cunts, they looked like mirror images of each other.
Anger lit a fiery trail through Varin's veins. "I've told you never to enter my chambers uninvited. And yet you insist on defying me at every opportunity."
The succubus on the left batted her eyelashes. "We keep hoping you'll change your mind about letting us entertain you." She trailed her fingertips over her breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple and roll it between thumb and forefinger. "We pleased you once, remember? We can please you again."
It had been years since he'd allowed either succubus to touch him. Despite their lithe, willing bodies and savage cravings, tonight, just like on countless other nights, Varin craved something -- someone -- else.
"Bring her," he commanded, barely tossing another glance in the succubae's direction. "Then leave us."
"Her again. You've been fucking her exclusively for far too long. I wonder how much longer Baal will continue to ignore your deviant behavior. It's not natural for a demon to prefer one of the Forgotten to those of his own kind."
The petulant tone in the succubus's voice didn't escape Varin. His hand went to his belt. He drew it out slowly, then slipped it through his fingertips and snapped it before letting it land on the black bedspread. He didn't have the inclination to punish her, even knowing she'd enjoy every slap of the leather against her perfectly shaped ass.
No, he wanted nothing to do with either succubus. There was only one woman who could relieve the pressure hardening his cock to painful proportions, and she didn't have a drop of demonic blood in her.
"Do it now," he ground out between gritted teeth, knowing he didn't have to repeat his original order.
The stone doorway shifted to allow the succubae to leave. Varin removed his loose silk pants, letting the hot air permeating his room ruffle the curls at his groin.
Though his back was turned, he knew the exact moment when Lillian arrived. He felt her, even before the sentient stone guarding his chamber slid aside to let her pass. Her scent, musky with a tinge of something floral, even after all this time in the Underworld, taunted him.
"You asked for me, M-master?"




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Better than Chocolate by Lacey Savage

Better Than Chocolate
by Lacey Savage

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-905-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Series: Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights Multi-Author
Length: Novella

Blurb:

Silvana McCurdy is losing her mind. She hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in six weeks, all because of a dream lover who insists on playing out every one of her sexual fantasies -- even the kinky, bold, and disturbing ones. If only he was real… she could figure out a way to deal with him then.
But he is real. And when Silvana meets Rafael, she’s shocked by the tumultuous effect he has on her. Just by touching her, he threatens to unleash the dragon that lies dormant inside her soul. And that’s a risk she’s not willing to take. So she runs away from the man who’s slowly ruining her life and takes shelter inside Madame Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights shop.
Yet the surprises don’t stop there. Madam Periwinkle offers Silvana a solution in the shape of a perfectly crafted chocolate dildo. Too bad magical dildos don’t come with instructions. Silvana has no idea whether she should she eat it, insert it, or dangle it in a circular pattern before her eyes like she’s seen hypnotists do on TV. Still, she’s willing to try anything, even if it means she has to risk exposing her deepest secrets... and her heart.

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Glossy. Black. Beautiful. The wide, muscular expanse of a chiseled male chest captivated Silvana McCurdy. It filled her field of vision, gleaming the color of rich dark chocolate in the bright light emanating from somewhere above her head. The luscious sight made her want to swipe her tongue across the firm pectorals and swirl it around a flat, slightly darker nipple.
So perfect. So mesmerizing. So… big.
He towered over her. His thick bicep, which she knew from experience she couldn’t encircle using the thumb and forefinger of both hands, indicated that there was nothing even remotely diminutive about the man standing in front of her. Certainly not the long, hefty shaft of his cock. She’d peeked at it earlier, intrigued by the bulbous head and the massive rod that rose proudly from the apex of his powerful thighs.
Not real. He’s not real. None of this is real.
Silvana tossed her feverish head on the cotton pillowcase cradling it. She felt the fabric caress her cheek and the soft wrinkled creases press into her skin -- but she saw the hand cupping her face, the large thumb drifting across her bottom lip.
She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling helplessly against the formidable force pressing them shut. Her eyelashes stuck together, fusing her eyes closed. A panicked sob caught in her throat. She struggled to remember what the new age books suggested she should do when caught in a dream she couldn’t escape.
Something about taking control, declaring she was in charge and establishing dominance over the imagined forces holding her captive.
“Go away,” she whispered, directing all the effort she could muster toward reaching the man who now cupped her face in his large, solid palms. “Please.”
Silvana had only been asleep a few minutes, maybe half an hour at most. She knew this, instinctively, just as she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was dreaming. She was once again caught in a webbed mix of fantasy and reality that would turn her dream world upside down until the morning, when she’d awaken more exhausted than she’d been before falling asleep.
The imaginary man’s hands traveled down to gently cradle her neck and the back of her head. He thrust his fingers into her hair, but all she felt was the bunching of the pillow beneath her scalp.
Silvana shivered. He was so big. So strong. He could probably squish the life out of her if he wanted and she’d probably never even feel a thing.
Under normal circumstances, the slightest hint of peril would bring out the hidden beast lying dormant inside her. No matter how powerful this man was, she was even more formidable. Or she would be, if she let herself unleash the part of her that now slumbered, completely unaware of the threat.
She didn’t. In the past three weeks, ever since her make-believe lover first infiltrated her dreams, the dragon hadn’t woken once. Incredibly, nothing seemed to stir the beast. Not the desperate longing this man stirred in Silvana. Nor the countless orgasms he bestowed upon her, which in the real world would have shattered her human disguise at the first ripple of climax.
Here, in dreamland, the dragon never stirred.
Not even when the incredible dream man brought his friends to play. His many, many friends. All with talented hands, mouths, tongues, fingers, and cocks.
Oh, such delicious cocks.
A sob broke free from Silvana’s throat, drifting between her parted lips before she could catch it.
The man caught it instead. With his mouth.
Air left Silvana’s lungs in a long, desperate sigh. She couldn’t feel his lips on hers, or his tongue gliding between them. But oh, how she wanted to! His hands skimmed down the column of her throat, across her chest, and finally cupped her breasts.
She felt him then, as though his fingers had passed through an invisible barrier. Every determined pinch of her nipples made her want to jump out of her skin. He paid careful attention to each pebbled nub, tweaking, pulling, and teasing first one, then the other, until they both elongated stiffly and throbbed in wanton surrender.
Despite the bloom of pleasure coiling in her belly, it killed her that she couldn’t taste his kiss. Three weeks of erotic bliss and she’d never been able to feel anything he did above her breasts. Her erogenous zones practically hummed each time he touched her, but the passion and intimacy that came with sharing an open-mouthed kiss had been denied her.
She pulled away from his mouth. If she couldn’t experience the depth of his kiss, why tease herself with something that always remained off-limits?
“We know what you crave.” His deep, husky voice sent a thrill down her spine. He whispered in low tones, each word a caress in itself.
“No, you don’t.”
He chuckled. “So headstrong, even now. Haven’t we proven, time and again, that we understand your sexual needs better than you do?”
To punctuate that insufferable comment, his hand slipped down the gently rounded slope of her belly to delve between her thighs. Silvana arched her back, feeling the soft mattress beneath her shoulder blades and the heel of his hand pressing against her slit.
“You have no idea.” Her voice came out high-pitched, argumentative, and obstinate. She didn’t care.
At first, she’d given in to him. To all of them. But as time passed and it became clear to her that nothing about this dream ever changed, she decided she’d had enough. Enough exhausting, endless games. Enough ecstasy without substance. Just… enough.
A thick finger parted her folds, insinuating itself inside her slit. The tip of a nail raked her tender flesh, tearing a scream from her throat. Instinctively, she thrust her hips forward, seeking firmer contact with the elusive caress.
“Let us pleasure you,” the dream man whispered.
She opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a word, the dream world fragmented around her, shattering into a million pieces.

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