Congratulations to Changeling CAPA Nominees!

 

Congratulations to the following authors on their CAPA nominations. I think I have everyone, but if I missed anyone I apologize!

Favorite erotic author category:

Leila Brown
Violet Summers
Melinda Barron
Angela Knight
K.Z. Snow
B.J. McCall
Moira Rogers

Paranormal erotic romance category:

Dark Kisses
by Anne Kane

The Dhampir
by Angela Knight

How Not to Date an Alien
by Stephanie Burke

Again, congratulations!!
Kate

http://www.kate-hill.com

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Mastering Mischief Collection by Leila Brown

Mastering Mischief (Collection)

by Leila Brown

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-450-4

Genre(s): Collections

Length: Collection

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Blurb:
Soundwave is a Super who can bring down any man with her voice alone. And she's going to make sure General Pane pays up. But Pane has a score of his own to settle...

Soundwave's sisters are searching the galaxy to find her. Mirage has spent her life hiding behind her power to create illusions, shielding her heart from pain. But when their search for Soundwave casts the sisters as unwilling participants in a mating ritual for manticores, illusions will do them little good.

For Mischief, growing up with the power to move objects with her mind has been both a blessing and a curse. But when the twin beasts from Yarthax break through her defenses she'll learn that handing over control could be her most thrilling adventure yet.

Jetstream's a Super who can manipulate water in some extreme ways. He's also an assassin for hire. His latest target, Domino, is almost his. The question is, once he catches her, will he ever be able to let her go?

This collection contains the previously released novellas Soundwave's Surrender, Mastering Mirage, Making Mischief, and Dominating Domino.
 
Excerpt:
Mastering Mischief


Leila Brown

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Copyright ©2010 Leila Brown

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Domino pressed the button on her sleeve to open the dock doors of her ship. She stomped on board. Rank sewer water squished from her boots with each step. The nasty sludge from the sluggo she'd just blasted covered her from head to toe in glowing green goop. Who knew the large slug-like creatures would burst like fucking balloons?



She'd been so careful in tracking that bastard Jetstream. Had him cornered on this little backwater underground world until he decided to slip through the sewer system. No amount of money was going to make her follow him down that shithole. If that sluggo hadn't charged her, she would have been nice and dry, off this nasty rock and on to another job. Let someone else do the fucking dirty work.



It took two seconds to engage autopilot and ten minutes to pull off all her gear and put it in a cleaning tube. She turned on the shower. Thank goodness for the new shower system she'd installed. The water would wash away this gunk and then be recycled and cleansed so she could use it again. The latest technology. Expensive technology.



No amount of money was worth wading through other people's feces.



The scalding water streamed down from four different spouts above her and washed her from front to back. Splash after splash sounded in the shower as the clumps fell from her hair and hit the floor. She shuddered as slime slithered down her back and over her hips with the water. Reaching up, she turned the dial in front of her to the soap setting, and the hot water turned into a sudsy warm stream. She scrubbed her hair, her arms and every inch of her body until she could no longer smell the monster's innards on her.



So what now? If she didn't complete this contract she'd find the next one paying way fucking less. Not to mention she didn't think she was going to find the Clone Federation so eager to do business with her. She couldn't afford to get on their bad side. Hell, no one could.



She switched the dial for the water to a muscle relaxing massage setting and sucked in a deep breath. The water soothed her tired, strained muscles. She didn't really need the water. She could have made do with the standard issue sanitizer that most vessels had, but she found her body liked the water, craved the sensation of droplets running down her skin.



She moaned as the water worked the muscles in her arms, her legs, her ass, her breasts... wait a fucking minute. When had the water ever massaged her breasts like that? Before she could step out of the shower, she watched a stream of water reach up from the floor of the shower and rush right up to her pussy. It splashed against her hairless mound like a playful slap on her sex. The warm water pushed against her, opening her up until it rushed freely against her tight bud. It seemed to stroke up and down against her clit. Her entire body shook with need as her nerves tingled with the ecstasy just outside her grasp.



This isn't right. As the thought invaded her brain, she found herself impaled on an invisible cock. It rocked in and out of her at a dizzying speed. The muscles of her cunt grasped it. This isn't right. Her shower wasn't equipped with a water dildo. Water dildo? Her head immediately cleared.



Domino stepped away from the water and out of the almost rectangular glass closet. The instant she was no longer in the shower the automatic shut-off cut the water supply. She pulled in a shaky breath and saw the water collect, pool and form the outline of a man. Jetstream. "Bastard."



"We didn't even get to the good part yet." His deep voice sounded slightly distorted by the water, giving it a vibrating twang.



Excerpt from Dominating Domino







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The Taming of Taylon by Leila Brown

The Taming of Taylon

by Leila Brown

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-493-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters, Dark Desire

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
For the price of their blood -- and their sex -- the Changelings protect the inhabitants of Chimera from things far worse than the denizens of this backwoods planet could ever imagine.

When Taylon is captured and sent to participate in the Gathering, her first thought is to fight. And she has the means -- unlike the natives of Chimera she's capable of resisting the compulsions used by these giant Vampiric Werecats. But how can she resist the seduction of the most handsome man -- Changeling -- she's ever seen? Can she survive four weeks at his mercy -- and not want to stay forever?


Excerpt:
The Taming of Taylon


Leila Brown

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Copyright ©2010 Leila Brown



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Taylon stared as a brazen woman pulled her shift down, baring her nipples. Did she have no pride? Apparently not.

These women were just a means to an end, a snack for the savages hosting the Gathering. The Changelings would gorge themselves on the essence of the innocents before indulging their sexual appetites and sending the women home. Until the next gathering.



Taylon stood at the inner circle, surrounded by an outer ring of the most shameless women. She swallowed the lump of disgust lodged in her throat as she watched them flaunt their bodies at the creatures.



A yelp pierced the air in the large round hall, bouncing off the marble floor and walls. Taylon turned her head to watch the woman screeching and giggling as one of the creatures swooped her up and carried her from the room. One slut down. Too bad there were so many left to go. She cared little for them. If they thought to seek their pleasure in an animal's embrace so be it.



But the others were an entirely different matter.



Her hands shook as she smoothed out the wrinkles in the dress. The fine spider silk felt foreign beneath her fingers. Catching herself, she balled her fist. The dress was useless. The semitransparent material showed more than it hid. Looking down, she swore she saw the dark pink of her nipples. The creatures only dressed them this way to see what they were choosing.



Taylon braced her legs apart and assumed a fighting stance. She would protect the girls behind her. The girls were scared. Like her, this was their first Gathering, and just like her they did not want to be here. They were innocents. Unmarried women of breeding age had no choice. All women who attained the age of maturity on this backwoods planet were subject to Gatherings. Until they married. Or unless they hid really well.



Each whimper behind her shored up her courage. The girls were scared. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her own fear away. She would protect them, for as long as she could. Why had she let her sister pick a planet they hadn't researched first?



She watched the circling males close in around the women like jaws closing on a desired meal. One of the smaller creatures broke away from the pack and sauntered her way.



His blond hair hung just below his shoulders. He stood almost a head shorter than the other males, but it was his only physical defect. His muscular legs filled the tight black pants, and his chest showed creamy perfection through the opening of his blue vest. "Hello, little one. Do you think to protect all of these beauties?" He chuckled. "You are such a small thing."



His words rolled off Taylon without generating so much as a ripple of a response. She could hear the compulsion in his voice. Feel his desire for her to submit to him. What she didn't feel was a need to obey him. Especially not with the insult he'd just dealt her. She was only a bit shorter than him. He was about to learn that she didn't take insults lightly. "Fuck off." Her lips curled into a sneer. It would be his only warning.



The creature backed away, his golden eyes never leaving hers. A smile of pure pleasure graced her lips. Whoever chose her was in for a nasty little shock. A human who could stand unaffected by the creatures' call. Such a thing was unheard of, or at least it was to them.



Most of them would probably like to see her dead, but that was impossible. Humans were protected, and killing one was a deadly offense. It had been so for over five hundred years, since the last Great War, when monster fought monster with humans caught in the middle. Humans were now so rare each life was a treasured commodity. Besides, if they killed the humans, where would they get the blood they craved? Most of them would give her a wide berth.



Or at least she hoped so.



If that damn interplanetary gate -- to her it looked more like an archway -- hadn't broken down after she and Kylie arrived, they would have turned around immediately and gone back to the Andromeda Waiting Station. This trip had cost them all of their saved credits, but they could work to earn more.



Taylon shook her head to let go of the what ifs. She needed to deal with the reality in front of her. She stood defiant as she stared out into a sea of glowing eyes. Beasts. Beautiful beasts, each and every one. Faces that rivaled those carved from exquisite porcelain lined the walls of the hall.



She wasn't stupid, though. The handsome faces didn't fool her. Strip away the well muscled human exteriors and she would find the true beast lurking close to the surface.


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Demon Lovers: Haley by Leila Brown

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Demon Lovers: Haley's Demon

by Leila Brown cover art by Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-432-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, BBW

Series: Demon Lovers

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Tired of being alone, Haley Dixon's let her IM friends talk her into something really crazy -- casting a spell to trap a demon lover for the night. She doesn't really expect the spell to work, but when it does she gets more than she ever bargained for.
Haley Dixon's trapped a demon -- but every spell has its price, and turnabout's fair play. Taron, the fifth heir of the Severin Dynasty, just may be exactly what she needs.
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Haley Dixon looked over the website one last time. Candles, check. Salt circle around the bed, check. One blood red rose in full bloom, check. Okay, she was ready. Or as ready as she would ever be.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. Five minutes until midnight. Taking a deep breath, she wondered if she was crazy. Yeah, crazy, lonely, and most of all horny. At least she wasn't alone. Her two best IM friends should be doing the same spell. If this spell worked she would have her own fantasy man to please her all night long. Hell, if it didn't she hoped it would at least inspire her subconscious to give her a good erotic dream. Not to mention they would laugh and blog about it tomorrow.
Raising her wineglass to her lips, she downed the rest of the sweet golden liquid. She had to be the most desperate woman in the world to resort to conjuring up a man to satisfy her. Doubts pounded her. What was she doing? She could just go out and find any man off the street.
No, he might expect more than she had to give, and right now she wanted a no-strings-attached night of bliss. She had enough to worry about. Family, friends, co-workers -- the list went on and on. There was no way she was going to add one more responsibility to her already overcrowded life.
Her alarm clock went off, making her jump and spill a few drops of wine over the rim of her glass. Too late for doubts now. Suck it up and just do it. She pulled the paper from the counter beside the empty wine bottle.
From deep beneath the surface rise
Demon lover, heed my call
Come satisfy my heady lust
Stay until my passions wane
Come to me in all your glory
Provide a happily ever after
To my bedtime story

That was the dumbest sounding spell she'd ever seen. Not that she'd ever seen one before. She shook her head. Had she really expected this to work?
A slight breeze blew through the room ruffling the red sheer curtains of her bedroom. The candlelight flickered for a second before blinking completely out. She didn't have a window open, did she? No. She never kept her windows open at night.
Where the hell had that gust of air come from then?
"Where am I?" A deep voice asked. A very male voice.
Her chest caved in as every muscle in her body froze. There was someone here, in the room. It would be more than ironic if a burglar had chosen this exact moment to break in. Haley broke out of her terror induced stupor and tripped over her computer chair in a rush to turn on the lights. Wasn't that how the stupid woman always died in the movies? New plan. Run for the door and don't look back.
She hurried toward the door, flicking on the lights on her way out. Chancing a glance over her shoulder what she saw almost stopped her in her tracks. There in the center of her bed crouched a man, naked from the waist up. Her jaw dropped and she stumbled over her own feet. She'd seen naked men before, but they were a poor imitation to the one currently staring at her. He crawled across to the edge of the bed and stood.
Oh my God. The skintight black pants he wore outlined a massive bulge. That could not be real. Saliva pooled in her mouth as her mind burned his image into her memory. The chances of her ever seeing such masculine perfection again were approximately zilch to none.
"Human. Did you summon me?" His question was full of righteous indignation.
This had to be a joke. It had to be. If it were possible to conjure a man up just for sex, every woman in her right mind would be doing it. No muss, no fuss, do the spell, do him then make him disappear.
"Did you summon me, human?"
"Tell me this is a joke. It just isn't possible." Her mouth went dry and her throat closed up.
"Why did you summon me, human?" His eyebrows slanted as his gaze turned threatening.
"I just read a stupid spell. I didn't think it would work." She inched her feet backward.
The man's head turned as he looked toward the candles surrounding him then to the rose lying in the center of the bed. "This looks like more than just a spell to me."
"I didn't think it would work," she repeated. Her voice was getting smaller and she was getting closer to getting the hell out of here.
"Well, obviously it did. Now tell me why I'm here so I can go home." Pissed was too mild a word to describe his tone. A muscle jumped up and down at the base of his jaw.
Haley swallowed but couldn't budge the lump in her throat. There was no way she was going anywhere near the guy. "I don't know..."
The man clenched his hands at his sides. "How about you read the spell to me then?"
She bit her lip. If she said the spell again she ran the risk of conjuring another male. And that was simply not acceptable. Definitely not acceptable. No way. No shape. No form.
"Human, I will not wait forever." He took a step away from the bed.
If he took one more step toward her she was out of here. Fuck trying to be subtle. The man moved to take another step but ran into an invisible wall. He stumbled back into the bed. Thank goodness she'd followed the spell to a tee. She hated to imagine what would've happened if she'd omitted that circle of salt.
"So, you took precautions did you?"
"Look, I'm sorry I called you. You can go home now." Concentrating hard, she just barely kept the tremor out of her voice.
"The magic does not work that way. I am stuck here until I fulfill the original request." Disgust flowed right alongside his anger now.
"Totally not necessary. You go away. I'll stay here. It's a win-win." Hell, she wasn't even horny anymore. Not really.
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Last Call Europe: Irish Creme by Leila Brown

Last Call Europe: Irish Crème
by Leila Brown

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-235-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Magic and Mayhem
Series: Last Call Europe
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Ciarran, an Irish traditional witch, has had her luck stolen by a vindictive leprechaun. Without her luck, everyday life has become a trial. And her spells are more like mis-spells. There's only one thing to do. Go to the Last Call Bar and order up the right drink.
Irish Crème: Only the extremely lucky need apply. A double!
Decllan and Niall came to Last Call to relax on the one night a year they get together. Neither of them expected they'd end up spending the night with an out-of-luck witch who needs their help. Luckily they're up for the job.

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There were a ton of little, and surprisingly not so little, green men in the bar. Well, not truly green but dressed in an abundance of green. This was crazy. Honestly, Ciarran needed to do something to regain her luck, but going into a bar just outside London on St. Patrick's Day didn't seem like such a bright idea.
"I know that look, Ciarran." Her sister, Aslinn, grabbed her arm and dragged her through the door. "Come on, I see a couple seats at the bar."
She took a steadying breath and followed her sister inside. She stepped up over the slight step just inside the bar but somehow the left heel of her shoe got caught on something. She tripped and fell into her sister, who crashed into the waitress in front of them. They fell forward in a tangled heap of flailing arms and legs.
Stupid, stupid shoes. She knew she should have worn flats. But no, Aslinn wouldn't let her out of the house without putting on something with killer high heels. Normally, she could've danced in circles with these bad boys, but with her luck stolen she was glad she hadn't broken her neck.
"Need a hand?" A deep brogue sounded near her ear.
She looked up into the sexiest whiskey-brown eyes she'd ever seen. His fingers wrapped around hers and pulled her up into a standing position. Warmth spread from his fingers into her hand and sent a lightning bolt straight to her cunt.
Hell. She wasn't here to hook up with the first man she saw. She needed help, and not the kind of help this six-foot hottie could give her.
"Thank you," Ciarran mumbled, then pulled away from him and followed her sister to the bar. Aslinn passed up the bar closest to the door, the one with the most people lounging in front of it. Instead, she weaved her way to the bar at the back that sat a step up from the floor. Ciarran grabbed a seat, focusing on the garish green decorations all around the place.
"I can't believe you just did that," Aslinn practically snarled at her, not breaking the smile she had plastered to her face. Her sister was a master at hiding her emotions.
"It wasn't on purpose," Ciarran whispered back. They both knew Ciarran had no control over it. Right now, everything that could go wrong in her life was going wrong. From the mice infestation of her apartment building, to the cement truck crash that walled up the front of her aromatherapy shop, to her misfiring magick and beyond. She was living in a perpetual state of embarrassment. She looked out over the room where most of the men openly stared at her and her sister. "Besides, you made me wear these shoes."
"What will you ladies have?" The bartender smiled and wiped the bar in front of them, setting down two coasters with "Last Call" imprinted on them.
"Can we see a drink list?" Aslinn batted her eyelashes at him. He pulled out a laminated list and handed it to her. She handed it to Ciarran without even looking at it. "What do you recommend?"
Flirting with him was all fine and dandy for Aslinn, but Ciarran needed something special. Something she was most likely only going to find here and only on St. Patrick's Day. She skimmed the menu until her eyes hit on what she needed.
Irish Crème, only the extremely lucky need apply.
That was perfect. Since she had no luck the best thing to do was get some from someone with luck to spare. She looked up and shook her head at Aslinn and the bartender. They touched hands when he handed her sister a drink and their gazes locked like lusty teenagers.
"Excuse me?" Ciarran cleared her throat. "Can I get an Irish Crème?" When the bartender moved to grab some bottles, she added, "Make it a double."
Aslinn choked on her drink, sputtering for a few seconds and coughing until her senses cleared. She slammed her hand down on the bar, and turned toward Ciarran. "Shit, Ciarran. Do you know what you've done?"
"I ordered a drink, a strong drink. And hopefully a really lucky leprechaun," she replied matter-of-factly. The bartender set her drink and a key down in front of her. She picked up the drink and swallowed a throat-burning mouthful.
"Actually, you just ordered up two lucky leprechauns... at the same time." Aslinn stared around the bar. "Have you ever been double teamed?"
Ciarran's heart dropped into her stomach, and heat spread through her cheeks in a mad rush. Her luck was as bad as ever. Any other place, a double would have been an innocent thing. "Maybe nobody heard."
Ciarran turned away from her sister and looked around. There were at least two dozen men forming a semi-circle around them. Ah hell!

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Dominating Domino by Leila Brown

Dominating Domino
by Leila Brown

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-054-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Super Sex
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1132

Blurb:

Domino is a bounty hunter on the trail of Jetstream, a super who can manipulate water in some extreme ways. Too bad he’s also an assassin with a price on his head and she’s just the woman to bring him in.

Jetstream’s latest target, Domino, is almost his. The question is once he catches her will he be able to let her go?




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Domino pressed the button on her sleeve to open the dock doors of her ship. She stomped on board. Rank sewer water squished from her boots with each step. The nasty sludge from the sluggo she'd just blasted covered her from head to toe in glowing green goop. Who knew the large slug-like creatures would burst like fucking balloons?
She'd been so careful in tracking that bastard Jetstream. Had him cornered on this little backwater underground world until he decided to slip through the sewer system. No amount of money was going to make her follow him down that shithole. If that sluggo hadn't charged her, she would have been nice and dry, off this nasty rock and on to another job. Let someone else do the fucking dirty work.
It took two seconds to engage autopilot and ten minutes to pull off all her gear and put it in a cleaning tube. She turned on the shower. Thank goodness for the new shower system she'd installed. The water would wash away this gunk and then be recycled and cleansed so she could use it again. The latest technology. Expensive technology.
No amount of money was worth wading through other people's feces.
The scalding water streamed down from four different spouts above her and washed her from front to back. Splash after splash sounded in the shower as the clumps fell from her hair and hit the floor. She shuddered as slime slithered down her back and over her hips with the water. Reaching up, she turned the dial in front of her to the soap setting, and the hot water turned into a sudsy warm stream. She scrubbed her hair, her arms and every inch of her body until she could no longer smell the monster's innards on her.
So what now? If she didn't complete this contract she'd find the next one paying way fucking less. Not to mention she didn't think she was going to find the Clone Federation so eager to do business with her. She couldn't afford to get on their bad side. Hell, no one could.
She switched the dial for the water to a muscle relaxing massage setting and sucked in a deep breath. The water soothed her tired, strained muscles. She didn't really need the water. She could have made do with the standard issue sanitizer that most vessels had, but she found her body liked the water, craved the sensation of droplets running down her skin.
She moaned as the water worked the muscles in her arms, her legs, her ass, her breasts… wait a fucking minute. When had the water ever massaged her breasts like that? Before she could step out of the shower, she watched a stream of water reach up from the floor of the shower and rush right up to her pussy. It splashed against her hairless mound like a playful slap on her sex. The warm water pushed against her, opening her up until it rushed freely against her tight bud. It seemed to stroke up and down against her clit. Her entire body shook with need as her nerves tingled with the ecstasy just outside her grasp.
This isn't right. As the thought invaded her brain, she found herself impaled on an invisible cock. It rocked in and out of her at a dizzying speed. The muscles of her cunt grasped it. This isn't right. Her shower wasn't equipped with a water dildo. Water dildo? Her head immediately cleared.
Domino stepped away from the water and out of the almost rectangular glass closet. The instant she was no longer in the shower the automatic shut-off cut the water supply. She pulled in a shaky breath and saw the water collect, pool and form the outline of a man. Jetstream. "Bastard."
"We didn't even get to the good part yet." His deep voice sounded slightly distorted by the water, giving it a vibrating twang.

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Making Mischief by Leila Brown

Making Mischief
by Leila Brown

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-016-2
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Super Sex
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1108

Blurb:

Soundwave had always assumed that she was an only child, but she was wrong. Her two sisters have found out about her existence and they are searching the galaxy to find her.
For Mischief, growing up with the power to move objects with her mind has been both a blessing and a curse. Although she’s always been able to take care of herself, she’s never been able to let her guard down. But when the twin beasts from Yarthax break through her defenses she’ll learn that handing over control could be her most thrilling adventure yet.


Rothe and Ritor have known since birth that they would share the same wifemate. They just didn’t count on her being a smart-assed spitfire, strong enough that it would take both of them to get her to submit.



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“I told you it’d work.” Rothe smirked as he entered the small cavern ahead of his brother.
“Don’t get cocky, I don’t see her yet.” Ritor didn’t want to count her out. Hell, she’d evaded them better than anything they’d ever hunted. Staying out of her head and letting her think that they didn’t know what she was up to was a last-ditch effort before they went back to the ship for more supplies.
“She’s over there.” Rothe pointed to a corner of the cave where the black rock ceiling sloped down at a sharp angle.
Ritor turned to see where he meant, and zeroed right in on her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. Who would believe she could be so much trouble? “So do we wake her now or do we transport her, then wake her?” Ritor asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the even rise and fall of her chest.
“As much as I would like to sink my cock into her, I don’t want to give her the chance to escape again, do you?”
“Hell, no. Well, then, let’s get the hell out of here before more bloodthirsty insects attack my cock.” Since they’d gotten out of the pond, Ritor’s cock had lain dormant against the inside of his thigh, but at the sight of their chosen wifemate it was standing at attention. Making a tasty target for the waiting hungry little pests.
“Grab her,” Rothe almost growled.
“And when she wakes?”
“There are two of us and one of her. Besides, she’s such a small thing.” Rothe turned his back on her and dismissed Ritor’s questions.
Ritor thought his brother was wrong, but now wasn’t the time to argue. And since it didn’t look like their minx of a mate had kept their clothing and transporters, it was going to be a long hike back to the ship. Fuck.
When he slipped his hand over her smooth skin, he realized two things. One, she was much softer than he remembered. And two, she was not asleep. She jumped up and out of his reach. In one wild move she barreled past him and his surprised twin.
Ritor and Rothe exploded out of the cave’s opening and ran after her. They could still see her in front of them. She zigzagged left and right, but with two of them following her she didn’t stand a chance.
Ritor signaled his brother; they were getting too deep into the forest. They needed to bring this chase to an end before they ran into something they wouldn’t be able to fight off. He went right while Rothe went left. Ritor jumped, and before his feet hit the ground he transformed into his beast and continued running. His lithe body moved with the perfect grace of the big cat he resembled. His paws ate up the distance between them quickly. In this form he could outpace Mischief easily. He raced ahead of her, turned, and stood directly in her path, concentrating hard on making his tail stay unmoving behind him.
He could see the moment she noticed him. Her mad dash slowed, then abruptly stopped. She turned around just as Rothe stepped in to cut off her retreat. She smelled of fear -- no, she smelled more of frustration. Something his cock could sympathize with.
It’s over. Stop running. Ritor heard Rothe’s voice as if his twin had spoken aloud.
“Never.” She looked from side to side as if trying to find an escape route, but there was none. She jumped into the air, and instead of falling down she flew up. He hadn’t been expecting that. By the time he raced to the spot where she’d been standing, she was well above their reach. That was okay. As long as they kept her in their sights, they would get her. She had to come down sometime.
She kept it up for close to ten miles. Ritor had begun to get winded when he realized what she was doing. Don’t go to that mountain range, it’s not safe.
He heard her laugh in her mind. She didn’t trust them -- and that mistrust was about to lead her into a life and death situation. The creatures that inhabited the mountains were the reason that this planet had no colonies. The second she stepped into one of those caves and disturbed the sleeping beasts inside, her life could be over. And so could theirs.
If you do this, you will be punished! Rothe bellowed at her.
Ritor could hear the clear tinkle of her laughter. “You have to catch me first,” she yelled down to them.

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Anthology-- Masquerade

Masquerade (Anthology)
by Camille Anthony and Alecia Monaco and Ann Vremont and Dawn Montgomery and Leila Brown and Belinda McBride and Anne Kane

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-168-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

Seven pieces of Carnival magic, from seven of our favorite Changelings.

N’Wahlns Cravings by Camille Anthony

The decadent smell of chocolate oozed out the door… only a woman would name her shoppe Cravings. Whimsical. Sexy.
What the sync? I never think like that. Certainly, never in conjuncture with Humans. But New Orleans has a long history of dealing with the unusual.

Midnight at Montgomery’s by Ann Vremont

The final night of Carnival in Mobile. Power building, like a bad storm coming up off the Gulf. Something’s on the other side of the door. What’s it to be this time -- silver bullets… crucifix… or sex?

Cajun Heat by Anne Kane

Shaken by her boyfriend’s betrayal, Stacey dons a mask and goes to Mardi Gras party, determined to seduce a gorgeous hunk and prove to herself that she’s just as desirable as she’s always been. A night of fantastic sex with a masked stranger should do the trick…

Candle Magick by Leila Brown

Selene Houston is a woman on a mission. It's the middle of Madri Gras and she’s finally figured out that her ex-lover Gabriel was the one who stole her personal voodoo doll. A doll made by her grandma and a true object of power, she'll do almost anything to get it back.
Gabriel wants his ex back. She’s a voodoo priestess with more power than he can ever hope to obtain, but he'll do whatever it takes to show her they belong together.

Jimmy the Dog by Belinda McBride

On Mardi Gras night, Erin goes looking for her philandering boyfriend. Instead she finds something rare and precious, something she lost long ago: Jonelle.

Voudou Queen by Alecia Monaco

Purple, green, and gold -- the colors of Mardi Gras, the colors of Magic. Offerings left by those who seek the spirit of a long dead priestess -- Voudou’s most infamous queen -- for help with an impossible wish.

Hot Vixen by Dawn Montgomery

Gracie's in heat. A night on the town in celebration of Mardi Gras has brought out the Reynards, Josh and Steven, two wicked foxes determined to seduce the vixen. If she has her way, they'll be eating out of her hand in no time. Little does she know they intend to be doing far more than that...

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Dimly, I heard a swishing and then a perky voice said, “Welcome to Cravings, where we satisfy. Did you say something about five hundred pens? We don’t have those kinds of molds here, but I do have an order of…” The voice paused. I’m guessing this was when she noticed me bent over in agony. “Heavens, are you all right? Should I call a mediflitter?” Alarm froze her features as she looked at the disarray of platters. “Was it the samples?”
Her soft Earth-accented voice washed over me, negating the pain. Cautiously, stiff from the suffering, I eased into an upright position, tearing eyes locking on -- Oh, Adrona singing! -- my mate!
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
It hadn’t been the scent of chocolate doubling me over. It was inhaling the pheromones of my biological and spiritual match. The pain had been my body realigning itself, coming into synchronous alignment with the one female destined to complete me. And I, her. Shocked, mouth agape, I stared at a vision of… Humanness. Not exactly what I’d been raised to expect, yet I found her differences enticing.
Short compared to me, lushly curved and brown all over -- not a color naturally occurring among my people, her brown hair was a shiny nimbus of soft curls about her dark face. Lively deep brown eyes sat above a flaring nose and thick lips shining a deep, sleek brown. Brother of Winds, I wanted to bite that lower, pouty cushion, sink my forefangs right into it. And… ah, her breasts!
She probably thought them primly hidden beneath her blouse, but my visual range encompasses the infrared, and the full rounded bounty of flesh, the two meaty little nipples standing so sweetly at attention were fully visible to me. I wanted to eat her up.

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Gingersnaps: Summoning by Leila Brown

Gingersnaps: Summoning
by Leila Brown

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-121-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: Gingersnaps
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Johnathan Brandon has spent every Winter Solstice alone. And each year his crazy college roommate sends him a Christmas present. This year said present comes with a set of instructions. It’s a mini figurine of a bare-chested Santa. To activate the tiny Santa he needs to make a wish at the first strike of midnight on Winter Solstice. At the last strike of midnight, Johnathan blinks and finds himself on the floor in front of a life-sized version of the statue. Bare chest, tented red velvet pants and all.

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Johnathan Brandon opened the yellow and red, garishly-decorated small box and read the return address. Mark Towlly, his old roommate. Mark never seemed to remember that Johnathan didn’t celebrate Christmas, he celebrated Solstice. They’d shared a room at Indiana State University for five years, and it was a crazy time. That was back when Johnathan had finally stopped fighting his attraction to men. It was also when he had learned that bad sex didn’t mean just sex with women. Sex with men could be just as bad and just as meaningless as sex with women. Mark was a great friend. A man not afraid of his sexuality.
And every year since graduation he’d received a box exactly like this tiny one. He’d call Mark tomorrow, thank him for the gift and remind him about the differences between their religions. Then he’d relegate the gift, whatever it was, to the back of his closet. Not that any of that mattered at the moment. At this point in time, all he wanted was to savor this moment. He loved to open the boxes -- the unknown excited him.
Johnathan ripped open the small box, careful not to damage whatever lay inside. It was a small Santa figurine. A Santa naked from the waist up. Actually, it looked more like a hard-bodied stripper than some jolly old potbellied man. The little figure fit inside the palm of his hand. He sat it down on the small table in front of him, then turned the box upside down.
A small piece of paper fell to the floor. Johnathan bent down and picked up the tiny scrap of paper. “Follow the instructions, make a naughty wish, and enjoy the holidays. Love, Mark.”
Instructions? He didn’t see any instructions. He turned the small piece of paper over and noticed some extremely small print.
Set the statuette on a table or a secure surface. At exactly midnight ask Nickolas for whatever you desire. You only get one wish so make it a good one. The makers of Wishful Fantasies cannot be held responsible for any death, destruction, or dismemberment that may occur from use of this product. Notice: Only one wish per Solstice.
Johnathan shook his head. Where the hell had Mark found this? Make a naughty wish, huh? He should make a wish. Then when he called Mark to thank him he wouldn’t have to lie.

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Mastering Mirage by Leila Brown

Mastering Mirage
by Leila Brown


Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-015-5
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Super Sex
Length: Novella


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Blurb:

Soundwave had always assumed that she was an only child, but she was wrong. Her two sisters have found out about her existence and they are searching the galaxy to find her.
Mirage has spent her entire life hiding behind her power to create illusions. Shielding both her and her sister from the world and her heart from pain. But when their search for Soundwave casts them as unwilling participants in a mating ritual for a planet full of manticores, illusions will do them little good. Now, they aren’t searching for a lost sister, they’re fighting for their freedom.
Rynund chose his mate from the scantily-clad space-order mates not for her beauty but for her tight-lipped defiance. He was sure she would lead him on a merry chase. What he didn’t expect was for her to steal a spaceship and lead him off-world. The hunt is on. Too bad for her, hunting is what a manticore does best!





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“Welcome to Yarthax. The Claiming Ceremony is about to begin. Please follow me.” A tall, willowy woman with waist-length brown hair, blue eyes and soft voice welcomed them. She led the way down a long, worn path in the lush grass. Mirage sucked in her breath as they stepped into a clearing. From their first look at the planet she’d expected something primitive. Not this.
There was a large metal stage. Lights. Her breath froze in her chest as she spied the ten chairs on the platform. This wasn’t good. Shit. Mischief’s gasp came seconds after hers. “Do something,” her sister whispered.
“What would you suggest? I don’t know where everyone is. They all need to be in the same place for this to work.” Mirage looked around hoping that no one could hear them.
Music drifted from the nearby woods.
“Mirage.” The panic in her sister’s voice sent Mirage’s heart into massive erratic spurts.
“Please lift a glass with me. It will calm your nerves,” the woman said as they came upon a tray with eleven glasses filled with a golden liquid.
Several women lifted their glasses and drained them. Mirage eyed her sister and knew that with their dark hair, ivory skin and honey-colored eyes they were going to stand out and attract a lot of attention on that stage. They lifted their glasses to their lips. There was no question what she needed to do here. She gathered her power and presented an image of both of them drinking the liquid. As soon as the woman turned away from them, the girls emptied their glasses on the ground in front of them.
“Now,” the woman said. More women came from out of nowhere. They were in serious trouble.
A woman grabbed hold of Mirage’s arm and led her up to the stage. The other women walked slowly and didn’t look around. Drugged, most likely. The native women left each of them standing in front of a chair. Then they walked around to stand at the base of the stage.
“Just play along for now. Don’t let them know you aren’t drugged,” Mirage whispered out of the side of her mouth.
“Put up a damn screen so we can get out of here.”
“What if there are more people in the trees nearby?”
Mischief muttered something but Mirage couldn’t make it out. “Shhhh.” Mirage looked to the left, then the right without moving her head. “No, this is different. We don’t just want to get back on The Bridal Boat. We need to find another ship and get off the planet without running into any problems.”
People emerged from the wooded area near the base of the stage. The beat of the drums got louder. Fuck. Time was running out. Soon they would lose their chance to escape. More men and women stepped through the bushes. Shit. It looked like time had run out.
“Just play along,” she told Mischief. “When we get a chance, we’re out of here.” They couldn’t afford to rush this. One chance was all they were going to get.
Men poured from the bushes. They walked up to the foot of the stage but didn’t climb up. Mirage tried not to stare at them. They were at least six and a half feet tall and each one more handsome than the last. Why would they use the services of The Bridal Boat? It didn’t make any sense.
“Choose,” a loud female voice boomed over the crowd.
Mirage held her breath, expecting the crowd to rush the stage, but no one in the crowd moved. A procession of ten men came up a ramp on the left side of the stage. Mirage stared straight ahead, but as the men walked in front of her she couldn’t help marveling over their looks.
Heat raced up her sides as the men stepped closer to her. She bit down on her lip to keep from looking at Mischief, but she could see they were running out of women. This time they would be chosen. Mirage watched as two men stepped up to her sister and claimed her.
She almost crossed her eyes to keep from moving as they guided Mischief in front of her. There would be nowhere for them to hide if they hurt her sister. She would drive them into insanity. This was extremely different from the other planets they’d visited. There was rarely more than one person chosen at a time and there definitely hadn’t been any voyeuristic atmosphere.
“Come.”
Mirage blinked several times before her eyes widened. Shit. Her head whipped up to glance at the man by her side. He looked down at her with amusement dancing in his amber eyes. He knew. That bastard knew she wasn’t in a trance.





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