Caveat Emptor: Determined Lover
by Zenobia Renquist

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
BIN: 05536-01773
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Vampires, Magic
Series: Caveat Emptor (#6)
Length: Novella
Page Count: 46

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Blurb:
Medusa and Darius have escaped with their lives, but to where? The location is an unknown, like their relationship. After nearly two hundred years apart, Darius is ready to move forward, but Medusa cannot reconcile her present self with the past she purposefully forgot. Medusa must decide if dealing with the pain of her past is a fair price for loving the man who would be her future.
Excerpt:
Caveat Emptor: Determined Lover
Zenobia Renquist
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His breath was coming too fast... panting. She could barely feel his heart beating beneath her hand where it rested on his chest. His lean, muscled body was wracked with visible pain. Medusa knew Darius was dying despite his earlier denials.
She wouldn't let that happen. They had been reunited after nearly two centuries apart. Medusa had never thought such a thing possible, but she hadn't known about Darius's immortality. Or perhaps he wasn't immortal when they met. Whatever the case may be, his immortality hadn't come with invulnerability. The spell he'd cast to help them escape death at the hands of his cohorts had stressed his body to the breaking point.
Medusa had to save his life before she could think about reveling in their renewed relationship. Only a few things kept her from acting. First, neither of them had any clothing since they had fled capture after a round of getting re-acquainted sex. Second, Darius's escape spell had landed them on the side of a very high mountain with no path down. Medusa could jump it, but not with Darius in tow. She couldn't use a magical transport spell either. Transporting without knowing where she was or where she wanted to go had its own dangers, but the strain of more magic running through Darius's body might kill him.
That left the cave at their back as shelter against the elements and possible attack. She glanced over her shoulder at the wide opening of the cave. Her vampiric sight, able to pierce any darkness, couldn't make out the back of the cave, which meant it was deep. She couldn't tell if it was inhabited.
Darius wheezed before coughing. His cough had a watery sound and a coppery smell. He had blood in his lungs. She smoothed her hand through his kitten-soft hair in a soothing gesture. The motion calmed her as much as him. She loved petting his hair and watching the light shimmer off the scattered strands of blond and red combined with the brown. She wouldn't lose him.
Medusa didn't have time to worry about what dangers the cave held. She could handle any animal, no matter how big. She needed to get Darius to a safe, secure spot so she could help him recover.
She lifted him against her chest and rushed inside the cave.
"I should be carrying you," Darius whispered. He tried to laugh but it came out as a cough instead.
"You need to shut up and save your strength."
He grunted but didn't try to speak again.
Medusa carried him to the depths of the cave. It went back a fair distance. Good. That meant she would see any intruders long before they saw her. She expected Darius's cohorts any second. There was no way the mages would pass up recapturing an escaped vampire and a mage traitor.
Low growling from an animal stopped Medusa. She placed Darius on the ground behind her, propped against the cave wall, and then faced the oversized lump ahead of her -- the one she had mistaken for a rock a moment ago. It unfolded itself into a very large, very grumpy bear.
"Medusa."
"Quiet. I'll deal with this and then help you." She stayed close to the wall as she paced forward. A quick snap of her metal ring-covered, floor-length dreadlocks near the bear's head would frighten the animal into running from the cave.
She turned her head in a quick jerk while adding a small telekinetic push with her hand so one lock would hit the bear. Except it didn't. Her hair waved forward as though pushed by a breeze and then settled against her side once more. The usual sound of metal links clashing against one another was absent. That was when Medusa remembered her haircut at the time of her capture. The mage holding her had sheared off her hair at the roots and had taken great delight doing it.
The hair grew back in a matter of seconds, resuming its rope-like style as it grew, but the metal links she used to adorn her hair, turning it into twenty lethal chains the use of which she had honed over the last two hundred years, were gone. She had to come up with another method to deal with the bear, who had only grown more agitated with her movements.
She had vampiric speed and strength as well as sight in the inky darkness of the cave, but she didn't want to hurt the bear, only convince him to leave. Maybe a show of power would do it...
She rushed the bear. He smacked her with his paw, and she let the blow knock her to the ground. It was her turn to grunt when he brought his front legs down on her shoulders. The attack might have crushed a mortal, but she hadn't been mortal in a very long time. Sick as the bear was, she could easily have overpowered him, but instead she let him think he was winning.
He went for her neck, ready to rip her throat out, but she grabbed him in a tight hug. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he tried to pull free. She ignored that pain to see her plan through.
The bear had tasted her blood. She knew what that meant for a human -- a mental connection between them, and for the human, longer life, faster healing, and enhanced strength and speed. She only hoped the same held true for other mammals. "Hear me and understand."
The bear stilled. Medusa could smell fear again, but she didn't have time to reassure him. He could understand her. That was all she needed to know.
She loosened her hold. "Let me up."
He released her and jumped back.
She sat up and held her hand out to him. "You didn't hurt me. I did that so you could understand me." She wiggled her fingers at him. "Come here."
He looked at her one way and then the other before stepping forward so she could touch his head.
"Good boy. Good boy. You're a big, beautiful bear, aren't you?" She smiled when the bear grunted. "My friend and I only need shelter. That's all. We didn't mean to disturb you. Can we stay?"
She smiled when he licked her hand.
"Thank you." She gave his head a pat and then turned her attention back to Darius.
His was another heartbeat that didn't sound steady. Unlike the bear, she couldn't feed Darius her blood. Renewed relationship or not, he was still a mage. He might have helped her escape and professed to love her, but that love might not extend to sharing blood with a vampire. Besides, she had something better to share.
She returned to him and knelt at his side. "Darius?"
His odd eyes -- one blue and one brown -- looked at her, but they were unfocused. He tried to speak, but she covered his lips with her finger. She smiled when he kissed her finger.
"You aren't healing. You need power. Take it from me." She placed his hand over her left breast, above her heart.
Darius rasped, "Such beautiful breasts." His fingers twitched as though he would have squeezed the small yet pert mound but he didn't have that much strength.
"Yes, they're lovely. Now take the energy you need."
"Kill you. No." He pulled at his hand, but she held him.
"It won't kill me. I can die one hundred mortal deaths and still be fine. Take my energy, damn it. I won't lose you again. You said you wouldn't die. Have the centuries turned you into a liar?"
Darius sucked in a breath as he closed his eyes.
She thought he was breathing his last until she felt it. His power. He drew on her life force, pulling the energy through her body and into his own. The more he took, the better he got, but the weaker she felt.
The world turned fuzzy and then black. She really hated mortal death. She liked to avoid it at all costs. Only for Darius would she endure it this time.

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The Chosen: Ukko's Discovery by Shara Azod

The Chosen: Ukko's Discovery
by Shara Azod

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-768-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Magic, Dark Desire
Series: The Chosen (#1)
Length: Novella
Page Count: 34

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Blurb:
Ukko is a general of the Spentas. He fears nothing, backs down from nothing, questions nothing -- until he finds something he can't explain. Who is this mysterious female with powers equal to his? Who sent her? What is her purpose? And the most important question of all -- why doesn't he care about any of that?
Excerpt:
The Chosen: Ukko's Discovery
Shara Azod
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Nimah was in awe of the blond giant of a man she had gone to San Diego to find. A normal woman might have been freaked out to open her eyes and find herself deep in the heart of Finland. But when had her life ever been normal? She wished like hell she could answer his question, but the problem was she had no idea what she was. She just knew she was different. Always had been. A woman with no family, no history, no idea where she came from or why she could do the things she could. Her entire life she had known only one thing for sure -- one day she would meet this man, and she was meant to be here, in his arms.
Since puberty Nimah had dreamed of him. Ukko of Finland had been the number one constant in her life while all else had been transient. Abandoned at birth, she'd been raised in a series of foster and group homes until she'd turned eighteen. That was when she became aware of three very important things. The first was that she was very different from everyone around her. Her abilities were akin to something seen in a sci-fi movie. She'd had to hide all the things she could do from others all her life. Until now.
The second thing she'd been aware of since puberty was that one day she would meet this man, Ukko, and the gaping hole in the center of her soul would be filled. It made no sense in the conventional way of thinking, but Nimah had always known him. She had seen bits and pieces of his entire existence, an existence that spanned longer than recorded time.
The third thing that had been a constant in her life was the unseen threat always hovering in the shadows. Until tonight she'd never seen those who watched, constantly looking for her and others like her. She didn't know how she knew there were others, but she was as certain of it as she was that Ukko belonged to her, that she belonged to him.
If she wanted to she could will herself back to San Diego right this second. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Honestly, she hadn't wanted to run from him earlier, either. Even though Nimah had dreamed of Ukko, she'd never been able to find him. There was never enough detail in her dreams or visions to pinpoint his location until yesterday, when his location popped into her consciousness, followed by a burning need to go to him. It took nothing to be there; she'd simply closed her eyes and willed herself there. She'd left everything behind just for a chance to finally meet him.
But things went horribly wrong. The homeless man she'd helped seemed to call out to her. In some odd way he was important to her and her future. His mind had been so befuddled, a darkness clouding the thoughts trying to push through -- he wanted to tell her something. He was there for her, and Ukko. Generally she never took the chance to showcase any of her abilities. The unseen threat could find her like that. There was always a cold chill that warned her of their nearness -- a shadow that smelled of pure evil warned her to flee whenever she used any of her gifts.
Nimah had felt the moment Ukko spotted her. His disbelief at what he was seeing as she healed the homeless man, his confusion and suspicion, bombarded her like physical blows. As much as her body and soul cried out for him, her first impulse had been to run. It had been so hard to even think! Her pussy creamed, aching with every step. She wanted to stop and run into his arms, but she just couldn't.
So she'd run from him. Too intent on getting away from the man she wanted desperately but was suddenly unsure of, she'd missed the internal warning hardwired in her brain to disappear whenever an all-too-familiar chill raced down her spine. Their sudden appearance threw her. Expecting hideous, monstrous creatures, she was completely unprepared for the beautiful evil that tried to touch her.
Everything within her had rebelled at the wrongness of their touch. Repelling them had been remarkably easy, but Nimah knew without really knowing that it had been Ukko's presence that enabled her to create the energy that felled them. Then why was it that Ukko, who she knew instinctively was far more powerful than she, could not do as she had done?
"What are you, woman?" Ukko demanded yet again, crushing her body to him. He looked so deliciously furious. Confused and turned on at the same time. Even with his lips pressed into a tight line, they looked so amazingly kissable. Proof of his desire pressed insistently against her. She didn't mean to rub up against it, not really. The sharp tug on her hair in response made her moan, her nipples hardening against his chest.
"I'm yours." The words came out in a whisper of their own will. Nimah didn't expect for them to be received very well. What kind of a man wanted some random woman declaring herself to be his, despite the bizarre circumstances of this entire situation?
In response, his lips crushed hers this time. This kiss was as possessive as the first had been passionate. As if to confirm her statement, Ukko took everything, leaving her panting and breathless before abruptly stepping away. "You are no human woman." Nimah had no idea what he meant by that. As far as she knew she was human. Wasn't she? "You say you are mine, prove it."
"What -- what do you mean?" Her heart thundered in her chest. Had she been wearing underwear, they would have been sodden by now. Her jeans felt abrasive against the bare skin of her cunt. She had prepared for this.
With a wave of his hand, her clothing tore apart, falling at her feet. Though she knew he could have easily disrobed himself in a similar way, he stood fully clothed, his hands going to the fastening of his pants.
"Kneel, Nimah. Show me how much you are mine."

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Love Reversed by Zenobia Renquist

Love Reversed
by Zenobia Renquist

Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-747-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Magic
Length: Novella
Page Count: 65

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Blurb
Cinnamon came to the Hawaii celebrity retreat to meet her favorite actress. Calhoun crashed to find answers about his missing uncle. Neither of them signed on for the part of the tour that included body swapping. They have to find a way to switch back without anyone realizing their predicament. Long nights of searching for answers become even longer when curiosity takes over. It's a once in a lifetime chance to see how the other half loves, and they don't plan to let it slip away.
Excerpt
Love Reversed
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2011 Zenobia Renquist

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Cinnamon spotted Calhoun walking away from the outdoor banquet back toward the hotel. He must have forgotten something in his room. The man didn't act like he wanted to be at the retreat even though he had paid a lot of money to get a room at the overbooked hotel hosting it. He showed no interest in the people or the events, and actually seemed annoyed to be there.
So why come? It made no sense.
Normally something like that wouldn't bug her but he drew her eye. It had to be the full sleeve of tattoos that covered his right arm from his wrist all the way up the back of his bald scalp.
Beautiful art, no matter where it was located, always caught her eye. Calhoun's sepia-colored tattoos had clean, sharp lines defining each of the religious symbols -- Ancient Egyptian scarabs, Chinese dragons, Celtic runes, and so on. She could only guess he wanted to cover all the bases.
She would love to meet his tattoo artist just in case she ever got up the nerve to actually get ink of her own. The pain didn't deter her. She just didn't know what she wanted or where she wanted it. That had to mean she wasn't ready to get one.
Asking about tattoos and artists would have to wait. She had another reason to seek out Calhoun, so she followed him to the back of the hotel near the delivery and loading area. While she didn't want to miss the rest of the dinner, she did want her bracelet back. Calhoun had said he could fix it easily. His wandering around had to mean it was finished. If not, she would rather he simply return it so she could get it fixed somewhere else.
Calhoun entered a glass door that had Employees Only embossed on it in big, bold lettering. He wasn't an employee. He had arrived on Hawaii the same day she had. That's how he ended up with her bracelet. It snagged on his suitcase at the baggage claim carousel while she tried to retrieve her own bag. The result -- a broken bracelet clasp.
The door slammed shut behind him, and Cinnamon waited. He would come out any second after he realized his mistake... if it was a mistake. Though she couldn't reason why it wouldn't be a mistake. Maybe he'd gone in search of a restroom, which meant he would exit any minute.
She watched the door, but Calhoun didn't exit. While the cool night breeze felt good against her legs, she couldn't stand there forever, waiting for him. When a big cheer sounded from the area where the banquet was taking place, Cinnamon glanced in that direction then looked back at the door. Still no Calhoun.
Well, whatever he was doing in there was none of her business. She turned and headed back to the banquet. She had paid a lot of money to get to Hawaii so she could visit with Dannah Ridge, a legendary black actress who had been Cinnamon's idol from the moment she laid eyes on the woman. Some people even said Cinnamon looked like a younger Dannah, except Cinnamon's breasts were bigger, and her cheeks sported dimples instead of a beauty mark.
A rustling sound drew her attention back to the employees' entrance. Two men carrying a wriggling, writhing duffel bag between them went through the same door.
Cinnamon frowned. Maybe it was paranoia talking, but that bag had looked a lot like a person struggling to get out. She shook her head, dismissing her silly ideas. Too many cop dramas had her seeing crimes where there were none. Except... she couldn't stop staring at the door.
Had the men run into Calhoun and attacked him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or maybe Calhoun was meeting them. He had crashed the party. If not for Dannah's fellow actor and long time paramour Flint East, Calhoun would have never gotten a room at the hotel because they were booked solid for the all-star retreat -- an event featuring actors of old and their adoring fans.
Did that mean Calhoun had crashed to do something shady? And maybe Flint East was helping him and that was how a room had miraculously become available?
Cinnamon found herself walking toward the door. Despite Calhoun's rough exterior and gruff attitude, she couldn't see him as the type who would harm someone without just cause. Her instincts about people were usually right.
As she reached for the doorknob, she muttered, "This is the part in the horror movie when the audience writes off the woman as TSTL for not minding her own business and then laughs when her stupidity gets her killed."
Thankfully, her life wasn't a movie, especially not a horror movie. She still hoped her nosy nature didn't get her into trouble.
She slipped past the door quickly, throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed her or raised an alarm. Everything remained quiet. She looked for clues to Calhoun's whereabouts. The door led to a long corridor with doors at odd intervals. Cinnamon didn't plan to check the doors in case people were behind them that might object to her being there. She did peek into the few rooms with open doors.
Nothing.
If Calhoun and those mystery men with the duffel bag were there, they were hiding. She shrugged and chalked it up to a loss. Calhoun had to come out some time. She would get her bracelet back from him then.
Someone grabbed her from behind, clapped their hand over her mouth, and pulled her back into the shadows against a solid chest. She prepared to employ every technique she had learned in self-defense class.
"Next time you want to sneak up on me, try wearing less perfume, Cinnamon." Calhoun whispered those words so close to her ear that his hot breath feathered across her cheek. "What are you doing here?"
She pulled his hand down and whispered back, "What about you? I doubt you're an employee. And what happened to those two guys with the duffel bag?"
"Saw them, did you?"
"Yes. They came in right after --"
Calhoun put his hand back over her mouth and backed up farther into the room. Cinnamon didn't understand why until two more men with another writhing duffel bag walked past.
She waited for the sounds of their footsteps to fade before she pulled Calhoun's hand down once more and whispered, "Tell me those guys aren't carrying what I think they're carrying."
"What do you think they're carrying?" Again Calhoun spoke with his mouth close to her ear. His rumbling voice sent shivers up her spine whose cause she would contemplate when she wasn't in a potentially dangerous situation.
"A person trying to get out."
"Beauty and brains. Perceptive women like you are dangerous."

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White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish by Ayla Ruse

White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish
by Ayla Ruse

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-721-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 29

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Blurb:
Hey Santa,
This year, I want a BIG, real live man as my present. In case you aren't sure what I mean, I want BIG, um, male parts. I'm willing to negotiate to have him only one day -- preferably Christmas Day.
Your ever faithful worker ~ Emmy.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish
Ayla Ruse
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Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Emmy woke up Christmas morning hopeful, excited, and with eyes squeezed shut. She took a deep breath and peeked to her right.
Damn. No hulking male. Instead, there was a shiny little golden bell resting on the pillow next to her head. "Thanks, Santa," she mumbled as she picked it up and gave it a little shake. Its tune spread high and bright through her room, and Emmy sighed. In truth, she wasn't surprised to find her bed empty -- again. Hopeful, but not surprised.
"No sense staying in bed if it's empty." Determined to enjoy her Christmas day, she climbed out from under the red satin sheets, naked -- ever hopeful -- and rummaged through the top of her messy bureau. Finding what she wanted, she picked out a shiny red and green twisted ribbon, which she threaded through the bell. She hung this around her neck, admiring how the bell rested perfectly in the shallow valley of her breasts.
She tapped the bell, smiled at the pretty tinkling sound, then cupped her small breasts and flicked her nipples. "Sorry, girls. Looks like we're flying solo again this year." Shrugging her shoulders, she bounced out of her bedroom.
Her destination: the kitchen, and breakfast. Even though it was still early and not much sunlight filtered in, she didn't turn on her lights. She'd decorated the high, open beams throughout her cottage with bright, twinkling, multi-colored rope lights, lending a festive glow throughout her home. Dancing a little to make her bell sing as she made her way into the living room, she didn't pay attention around her, and her leg banged against something solid.
Off balance, she fell over the obstacle and landed hard on the floor.
"Mmm, Merry Christmas to me," a low, male voice resonated through the room.
Emmy froze with her forearms on the floor, and her waist caught over what she quickly realized was a male leg.
"Does that sweet ass come with a face?" the voice inquired seductively.
Her initial embarrassment fled and excitement poured through her. She pushed up to her hands, turned her head and became speechless at the sight of the male draped across her couch. As she looked up his length, his clothing stood out first. His pants and shirt shimmered a blue and white blend that reminded her of the frozen lakes out back. She smiled at the bulge growing under his pants, but moved her gaze up to his face. His dark skin stood out starkly against so much white. It was difficult to pinpoint under the glow of the lights, but she'd put his coloring at a light smoky gray. Like the first shadows to fall at dusk. His white hair was long, thick, and shaggy -- not in a derelict way, but more of a blending in with nature kind of way.
She stopped breathing when their gazes locked. His eyes were white, with icy blue irises and a brighter starburst of white for pupils. He tilted his head and her gaze averted to his pointed ears. Elf's ears. It couldn't be. "You're an Elf?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded. "I'm a Border Elf."
"The ones that protect and patrol the North Pole? I'd heard you guys were ugly."
The Border Elf laughed out loud.
"You are definitely not ugly," she said hurriedly, teetering on his leg as she worked herself upright. Once on her feet, she didn't stay there for long. She crawled right up and over the male and straddled his hips as if she'd done so a million times before.
"Whoa." He grinned. His blinding smile dazzled her. "What's this about?"
"Santa sent you, right?"
"He did. He told me he had an Elf who wanted to play with a Border for a day."
She clapped her hands and, raising her head, whispered, "Thank you, Santa." Looking back into the arresting face of the male underneath her, she said, "You're my gift. I get to play with you all day!"
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White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas
by Zenobia Renquist

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-716-1
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
Alex thought she was going to a job. Instead she ends up marrying the heir to the title of Santa Claus. The vows have been said and cannot be taken back, even if Alex isn't the ideal bride Kris was hoping for to re-energize the powers of the House of Kringle. But Alex is about to teach him that being a little naughty -- or a lot -- can go a long way.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2011 Zenobia Renquist

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A red limo. Not just any red, Christmas red. Very appropriate for the season. The man standing beside the limo wore a green chauffeur's suit with an Elf hat and pointed ears to finish off the look. If he were three feet shorter, he would have been perfect for the motif.
He caught sight of her staring at him and bowed. "Miss Alexanna Laurel Ford?"
She nodded. "That's me."
"I am No'l, miss. I have come to retrieve you." He opened the door as he held out his hand to her.
Alex let him guide her forward into the limo. She'd never had anyone hand her into a car before. It was a novel experience. She pulled her long coat in after her and got comfortable.
"Ready, miss?"
"Yes."
No'l closed the door gently, went to the driver's seat and guided the limo onto the highway.
Alex asked, "How far are we going?"
"The North Pole, miss."
"Cute. Now where are we really going?"
No'l glanced over his shoulder at her quickly. "I... I'm not sure what you mean, miss. I have answered your question."
"Okay." She settled back, prepared to play along. She had her cell phone with built in GPS and personal locater if this job turned sour. Her little purse also had a mini baton and a very sharp metal nail file. She hoped she wouldn't need any of that but was happy she had them.
They only drove for twenty minutes before No'l stopped the limo in front of a grand hotel that could only be described as a winter palace. It had to be at least ten floors of white brick that glistened in the setting sunlight. Something else that was very appropriate for the season.
She didn't remember there being any hotels like this in her area, though. Before she could open the door to get a better look around, No'l opened it for her and offered his hand. She took it and stepped out into snow.
Snow?
Snow crunched under her shoes. The walkway where she stood had been recently swept, but the lightly falling snow had started covering it again. Around her as far as she could see was a vast snowfield. She looked around for buildings of some kind and saw nothing.
A faint twinkling made her look up. She stared with wide eyes at the shimmering Aurora Borealis. "No way," she whispered.
No'l bowed to her and said, "Welcome to the North Pole, miss." He led her through the large double doors of the winter palace to a grand foyer where ten women dressed in green maid outfits waited. Like No'l, each of the women had pointed ears. Gesturing to the ladies, No'l said, "These ladies will be your maids. They will help you dress for the evening."
"Okay." Alex didn't know what they were putting her in that she had to have help getting it on, but she was willing to continue playing along.
Three hours later, Alex stood in front of a mirror, staring. She barely recognized herself. Her microbraids had been put into an up-do with a few braid strands pulled free to frame her face in spiral curls. A thin, silver circlet around her head held a dangling ruby that between her light brown eyes. Matching teardrop rubies graced her ears.
The kicker was the wedding dress. That was the only word to describe it. It had a halter-style top with a flowing skirt that brushed the floor. The dress was all white, like a wedding dress, except for the red trim lining the neckline of the halter and the red lace border trimming the hem of the skirt, which trailed two feet behind her.
She wore red slippers but couldn't see them in the mirror. What she could see almost brought tears to her eyes. She had never worn such a beautiful dress before. And she didn't normally like wearing white. It made her dark complexion look ashen. This dress, however, made her brown skin look like it was glowing.
One of the maids walked up behind Alex and held out a large, cascading bouquet of red and white poinsettias. "It's time, miss."
Alex followed the maid to the door where No'l waited for her. He offered her his arm and took her down in the elevator to the second floor. They exited to the melodic sound of a piano playing Carol of the Bells.
Everyone in the large room faced the elevator. Alex knew she had to look spooked, but she couldn't help it. This really looked and felt like a wedding. This was a bit much of a production for a night's entertainment. She'd heard of a few of the other girls having weird clients, but never someone doing a mock wedding.
No'l walked her down the aisle toward the man who awaited her at the altar. He stood there alone, though. There was no best man or priest. At least they wouldn't take this make believe wedding too far.
That helped Alex relax, and she smiled. It wasn't that hard to smile, considering every step took her closer to a very handsome man. He must be her patron. He stood tall and serious, waiting for her.
His platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Since he stood sideways with his face turned toward her, Alex could see the ponytail reached past his shoulders. Like the others, he had long, pointed ears. Unlike the others, his ears extended higher, almost to the top of his head. It was a very dramatic effect.
His toned body was dressed in a full-length red Mandarin collar tuxedo. The jacket of the tuxedo brushed the tops of his knees and was left open, revealing his white vest and shirt. Red slacks and shiny black shoes finished the look.
As she drew closer, Alex saw more details of her eccentric patron. His chin sported a thin platinum goatee that traced up the edges of his jawline, and his eyes were a stunning shade of true blue.
No'l stopped one step away from the man, who stood a full head taller than Alex. She smiled up at him. No'l took Alex's hand from his elbow and held it out to the man at the altar.
The man said as he took her hand, "I am Kristijonasario. I bid you welcome to my home, Alexanna."
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He Needs to Feed by Saloni Quinby

He Needs to Feed
by Saloni Quinby

Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-736-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novel
Page Count: 113

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Blurb:
Since moving into his new townhouse, Caleb has had fantasies about his gorgeous neighbor, Devin. When the two start seeing each other, Caleb can scarcely believe his good luck. He soon falls head over heels in love with the sweet, sexy ballet dancer. It seems nothing can drive them apart.
Then one night Caleb kills a serial rapist in self defense and afterward is plagued by a voice in his head that stirs violent sexual cravings. Each night the cravings become almost unbearable and Caleb fears he is losing his mind. His attraction to Devin and the desires of the sex demon that has possessed him are a dangerous combination.
To keep from attacking the man he loves, Caleb breaks off their relationship and buys a security cage with a time release lock. He spends each night inside the cage, consumed by a need to feed his sexual hunger. No one can understand his obsession, or so he thinks.
Despite his seemingly happy life and gentle disposition, Devin fully understands obsession. After battling his own demons for years, he knows they can be beaten and he refuses to give up his lover without a fight.
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He Needs to Feed Saloni Quinby All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Saloni Quinby 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. It wasn't coincidence that Caleb sat playing with his black pug on the front steps of his townhouse when Devin biked toward their building. Devin generally returned home from his dance studio between seven and ten every night. They'd met three weeks ago when Caleb had moved in. Devin owned the center unit in their row of three, so he and Caleb shared a wall, but since setting eyes on the adorable dancer, Caleb had wanted to share much more than that. Unfortunately Devin was reserved. Not unfriendly, just private. If Caleb wanted to pursue his interest, he knew it would take time. The past few weeks he'd been too busy concentrating on moving in and renovating while running his business, but he'd also been observing Devin's habits. Sometimes when Caleb went for his morning run, Devin would be biking to work at the same time. The sight of his sinewy body with his long legs clad in black spandex bicycle pants was enough to send Caleb's libido into overdrive. Devin had been the subject of more than a few sexual fantasies and it was about time he let the guy know exactly how interested he was. Caleb's heartbeat quickened as Devin coasted down the road. Though after dark, between the moonlight and streets lights Caleb could see the object of his interest clearly. Tonight Devin wore jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt a shade lighter than his dark brown eyes. A multicolored bandana covered his dark hair, except for the wavy ends that clung damply to the back of his neck despite the chilly autumn breeze. Devin slowed as he neared the driveway and Caleb rose from the steps. "Hey," Caleb called and waved. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he approached Devin, who had dismounted from the bike. His dog, Pickles, trotted alongside him, barking at Devin. "Hi," Devin said and bent to rub his fingers over Pickles' head. "Caleb, right? How do you like your place so far?" "It's great." "You've been doing a lot of work in there. I can hear it." "Oh, sorry. If I'm bothering you just bang on the wall." "It's no bother. I wasn't complaining or anything." "I can understand if you were. When I'm working I can get a little noisy and I know I've gone on late a few nights. Haven't had much time during the day with work --" "What do you do?" "I own a furniture store. I'm a woodworker." A smile tugged at Devin's full lips. All Caleb could think about was kissing him. He hoped he didn't look quite as hungry as he felt. Interested was good, but desperate was pathetic. "Really? You do custom work?" "I just replaced the cabinets in my place. If you want to take a look sometime..." "Yeah. That would be great." "How about tonight? I was about to eat dinner. I made pizza." Caleb jerked his thumb toward his unit. "Would you like to join me?" Devin's smile faded and he appeared slightly uncomfortable. Great. He'd looked too eager after all. Caleb just wasn't good at playing games. He liked things on the table. Being discreet wasn't his strong point. "Pizza. I... uh... probably shouldn't." "Sorry. It wasn't a come-on or anything." "No." Devin's large, dark eyes locked with Caleb's and widened a bit. "I didn't mean that. Actually, yeah, I'd like to have dinner with you. Just give me a few minutes to shower and change. I had rehearsal right before I left the studio and didn't take time to hit the shower, then I biked home so I'm pretty gross." "Definitely pretty, but not gross." Caleb smiled, then bit his tongue. Too late. Thank goodness Devin returned his smile. The gleam in his eyes proved the compliment wasn't unwelcome. "I suppose that wasn't a come-on either?" Devin said. "We'll see." Caleb's gaze melted over Devin, who moistened his lips with the tip of his enticing pink tongue. "I'll be over in a few," Devin said, his voice husky and just above a whisper. He walked his bike toward his porch. Before he stepped inside, he glanced over his shoulder at Caleb who stood, his arms folded across his chest, hopefully looking far more nonchalant than he felt. No sooner had Devin disappeared inside than Caleb swept Pickles up and said, "We've got a date, bud." * * * Devin leaned his bike against the stairs leading to the second floor of his townhouse. He paused for a moment, closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Releasing it slowly, he tried to still his pounding heart. To his surprise, his hands were shaking. From the moment handsome Caleb had moved in next door, he'd fantasized about the man. Not that Devin had a shortage of admirers, but it had been a long time since he'd thought about having a boyfriend. In his younger days he'd had some short-term relationships mostly because he was so obsessed with dance that he had time for little else. Then he'd dealt with the illness that had threatened to end his career, not to mention his life. For a long time he'd been alone, in self-imposed banishment from the world. Caleb didn't know anything about him or his past. Maybe that was a good thing. It was strange how after coming so far Devin still had to remind himself not to fall into old habits. Eating pizza with a friend wasn't a crime. For too many years he'd tried to be perfect. The perfect dancer, a perfect specimen of health and fitness. All the while he'd bashed himself for his imperfections, which seemed to overshadow everything else in his life. "Just don't think about it," he said. "Go over there tonight and have fun." Caleb seemed nice. He was cute. Correction. He was gorgeous. Absolutely adorable. The man's big blue eyes swallowed Devin whole. When Caleb looked at him he felt like the only man on Earth. He was a couple of inches shorter than Devin's five feet eleven, but more powerfully built with broad shoulders, well-developed arms and sturdy legs. He had big hands too. On the first day they'd met, they'd shaken hands and Devin still thought about the roughness of Caleb's palms. Calluses were sexy. Butch. Smiling, Devin hurried up the stairs, taking two at a time. In the shower, he continued thinking about Caleb's hands, imagining how good they'd feel on his body. Curling his fist around his cock, he stroked it, pretending it was Caleb touching him. He released his cock abruptly. What if he got a chance for the real thing tonight? Maybe he should allow the buildup. But even if things got that far, could he do it? No one had seen him naked since... As a dancer he exposed his body all the time. Yet fucking was different. Devin turned off the water and reached for a towel. He was getting way ahead of himself. No one had said anything about fucking. All Caleb had offered was pizza. After drying off, Devin dabbed on cologne and dressed in black pants and a clingy gray sweater. He left on his diamond earrings, blow-dried his hair and combed it back. Glancing at himself in the mirror he ran his hand over the dark waves. He really needed a trim. Though he never wore his hair ultra-short, it was starting to touch his shoulders and that annoyed him, especially when he was dancing. He touched his chin and his brow furrowed. Maybe he should shave. What if Caleb didn't like five o'clock shadow? No, he probably wouldn't mind considering every time Devin had seen him, he'd looked scruffy. He didn't exactly have a full beard, but just about. Devin thought a few days of growth looked rather sexy, especially on sable-haired guys like Caleb. A little shiver of desire tore through Devin when he thought about the gorgeous contrast between Caleb's dark hair and blue eyes. The sooner he left, the sooner those sexy eyes would be staring at him, making him feel eighteen again. That's what Caleb did to him. Made him feel young and horny, like anything and everything could happen. All he had to do was relax and let things flow. Tonight he would do just that. No more nerves. No games or pretense. Just be himself and everything would be fine...

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White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus by Dawn Montgomery

White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus
by Dawn Montgomery

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-719-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Luke Klaus has a problem. Christmas will be canceled if he can't get Destiny, Texas, back on the Holiday Cheer Map. A Christmas wish is all that stands between him and a perfect record. His target is packed with killer curves and a heart of gold that's been broken one too many times. Lucky for Luke, mixing a little business with pleasure might be just what the holiday doctor ordered.
Noella Davis is tired. Too many years as Destiny's cheer coordinator has left her drained and disillusioned. Is it a coincidence that brings her face-to-face with her old crush, or does the man in black leather have his own agenda? Either way, she'll have her cake and eat it too even if she has to tie him to the bed. Maybe her Christmas wishes will come true...
This really is a case for The Other Klaus.

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White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus
Dawn Montgomery
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Undercover Santa Agency Casefile: 42
Target: Ms. Noella Davis
Location: Target's domicile; Destiny, Texas
Date: December 12, 6:01 PM
11 days, 5 hrs, 59 minutes to deadline
Classified: Top Cookie
No woman should look so sexy in a Santa hat and knee-high boots. He imagined the festive stockings she wore ended in whimsical lace at her thighs, with little ribbons tied to a garter belt. No panties. He was definitely imagining no panties. Too bad the black skirt was a bit too demure to prove him right... or wrong. The forest green of her silk shirt shone brilliantly against pale skin and bright red hair. She was a tempting little Christmas gift just begging to be unwrapped.
Luke shook his head. This was no way to keep his mind on work.
She stalked back and forth across her living room, her whiskey voice low and full of fury. Luke almost felt sorry for whoever was on the other end of the phone. He shouldn't have found it hot, but there were very few things about Noella Davis that didn't get him going one way or the other. Countless nights he'd imagined that sexy voice whispering lustful little suggestions, begging for what he could give her.
He sighed, and adjusted his jeans to make room for his hardening cock.
"I do not need more excitement in my life." She huffed out a breath in irritation. "Fine. No. It won't happen. Don't expect me there." She mashed the screen of her cell with both thumbs until it vibrated in her hands. Another caller. Already. Noella looked up. Fierce rage and hurt reflected in the depths of her expressive brown eyes. "Touch screens just don't provide the same satisfaction that a real button or regular phone does."
Luke grinned. "You could always throw it across the room."
"It's damn tempting."
Luke walked away from the door, letting it shut gently behind him. He leaned against the archway support leading into her living room. "You must be really popular."
Noella threw the phone onto the couch and shoved a pillow on top of it. "Or really pissed off."
"The family?" He held out his hands and Noella grabbed them, allowing him to pull her into a friendly hug. Too bad his mind was thinking past friendship to the press of her soft body against his.
Noella sighed, and Luke bit back a groan. Her curvy little body was sending his into a riot of lust. "Why don't you just turn off your phone?"
"Muffling it is far more satisfying." She pulled back from the hug, and a spark of mischief replaced her fury. "I can pretend I'm suffocating my brother that way."
"Good call. Though that would be hard to do with him halfway across the world."
She laughed. "It was good to talk to him. I miss him a lot." Her lashes lowered becomingly, and a lovely blush dusted her cheeks.
He wondered, fleetingly, if she tasted as good as she looked. She brushed her cheek against his shirt-covered chest. Did she hear his heart thundering? Sexual tension crackled between them.
"Luke?" Her fingers trailed beneath his leather jacket.
"Noella." He settled his hands on her shoulders. Her pulse fluttered against his thumbs.
"I was thinking..." The minx scraped her nails down his back in light whorls of incredible sensation.
Who the hell could think at a time like this? Luke cupped her face, tilting her chin so he could see her eyes. "Am I the cure for your lack of excitement?"
Self-doubt slid over her expression, and Luke didn't let her go when she tried to move away. He dipped his head to press a light kiss on her nose. "I need to know where I stand, snowflake." Her nose wrinkled at the childhood nickname.
"What do you mean?" Her arms still wrapped around him, but her fingers had stopped their delicious exploration.
"I mean..." Luke dipped his head and did what he'd dreamed of for so long. He kissed her.

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Spotlight: Solstice Craving by Silvia Violet

Spotlight: Solstice Craving
by Silvia Violet

Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-59596-439-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Werewolves, Magic, Seasonal Themes
Length: Novella
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Blurb:
Jackson McRae is a powerful werewolf whose pack is under attack. Just when Jackson and his family believe they've exhausted their magical arsenal, Jackson's father finds an ancient spell that could be exactly what they need. But there's a catch. Jackson or one of his brothers must perform the spell by rekindling a former love.
Jackson's ex-girlfriend Cara has just moved back to town. He never stopped loving her, and she has every reason to hate him. But she may well be his pack's only chance at survival. Jackson has three days to earn her forgiveness and convince her to perform a sexual ritual with him on the Winter Solstice.
The Solstice is a time when light is reborn, and all are assured that the darkness will not rule the earth forever. Will Cara accept the healing magic of the season?
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Solstice Craving
Silvia Violet
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Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet
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Jackson was the last of his brothers to arrive at the family farm. As he sat down at the breakfast bar and grabbed a cup of coffee, his father pulled a pan of biscuits out of the oven and placed them on the counter.
"I've found a spell we can use," his father said as Jackson and his two brothers began filling their plates with biscuits, bacon, and eggs.
Jackson froze, a biscuit halfway to his mouth. It was just like his father to drop such important information without warning.
His father smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Unfortunately, there's a catch."
"What?" Jackson's older brother, Malcolm, asked, not bothering to finish chewing first.
"It's a sexual spell that rekindles love between the two participants."
Jackson's excitement wavered. His mother had passed away three years ago, and no one could imagine his father loving another the way he had his wife. Malcolm never went out with the same woman more than twice, and Caden had just ended a relationship with a total bitch he never should have given the time of day. Jackson was no closer to finding his true love than the rest of them. "Can anyone in the pack perform the spell?"
His father frowned. "No, it must be done by the pack leader or his immediate kin."
Malcolm's lips curled in a wicked smile. "Cara Setley is back in town. I heard she's got a job at the Hedford Inn."
Jackson forced himself to unclench his fists. Hitting his brother would not be a good idea.
Cara had been Jackson's girlfriend for two years. He'd been on the verge of telling her the family secret and proposing when she'd told him she'd found a job in Charleston. She was finishing up her degree in baking and pastry arts at the local community college. The job she'd landed would provide excellent experience, doing baking for an exclusive bed and breakfast in Charleston's historic district.
Cara had asked Jackson to consider moving with her. From her perspective, his accounting degree and his two years of job experience with a large firm made him a great candidate for landing a job in a new city. But what she didn't know was that he couldn't leave his pack.
Like their fully animal relatives, werewolves need the support of others of their kind. Another wolf might have petitioned the Charleston pack for membership, but since Jackson's father was pack leader, Jackson had far too many responsibilities to consider leaving. Cara offered to look harder for a local job, but Jackson didn't want her to settle for less than the best.
He'd been a hot-headed idiot at the time, his body running on the raging hormones of a werewolf coming into his full powers. Instead of talking to her about how important the opportunity in Charleston was for her, he'd cheated on her and let her catch him. Fool that he was, he thought he was doing her a favor, encouraging her to do what was right for her career in the only way he could.
"Cara hasn't spoken to me since she left town three years ago. Considering how I treated her, I don't think she'll want to talk to me now."
Caden frowned. "But you did love her."
Jackson looked at his younger brother. "Yes."
"Do you love her now?"
Jackson drew in a long slow breath. "Yes."
"Then find out if she still loves you." His father's tone held the mark of authority. Normally Jackson wouldn't dare question his father about pack business, but if anyone thought Cara was going to perform a sexual ritual with Jackson, they were insane.
"This isn't going to work."
Rather than the explosion Jackson expected, his father sighed and sat down on one of the bar stools. "If we don't find a way to protect ourselves soon, Hanley's pack will gain control of us one by one until we're all slaves to his whim."
Already some of the weaker members of their pack had succumbed to the lure of Hanley's magic, allowing themselves to be used to perform criminal acts for the rogue wolf. The bastard and his pack of ex-criminals, all of whom he and his lieutenants had infected themselves, had been preying on small, weak packs in the Appalachian region for over a year.
This was the first time they'd taken on a well-organized pack with more than ten members. When wolves were born or created, they gained certain magical powers, but the strength of these powers varied widely. Hanley was an extremely gifted magic worker. Jackson, his father and brothers, and other strong workers in their pack had tried numerous protection and strengthening spells, but none were strong enough to block him.
Jackson sighed. "Why do you believe this spell will work?"
"Rather than simply adding strength to each pack member's shields, this spell uses the energy of birth and renewal available on the Winter Solstice. If one who has denied love agrees to surrender herself and allow the Lord and Lady to fill her with the energy of love, a burst of magic is sent forth. The magic will cover each pack member with a force field of their own, similar to that which closes around us when we cast a sacred circle. The shield should last until Ostara, the spring equinox. Hopefully by then Hanley will have moved on."
"The Solstice is in three days."
His father nodded. "So it is."
"Even if Cara will agree to see me, she's not going to accept what I am and agree to do the ritual in three days' time."
Malcolm clapped his brother on the shoulder. "You definitely have your work cut out for you."
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The Air I Breathe by Megan Slayer

The Air I Breathe
by Megan Slayer

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-728-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
Page Count: 56

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Blurb:

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?
Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?
Publisher's Note: Tay and Luc also appear in Megan Slayer's short story Wrapped Around.

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The Air I Breathe
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer

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In your arms I'm home.
Luc strummed his guitar and stared at the notes on the page. The lines and squiggles blurred together. Not from lack of sleep. His heart ached. The man he yearned for, the man in his soul, had walked out -- again.
He closed his eyes. Being without Taygan sucked. Like having his arm ripped off. The words slowly came back into focus. Home. With Taygan there was no such thing as home. He roamed from place to place, seeking the next big thrill. Their bliss-filled Christmas had just been a blip on the screen, a moment to find nirvana only to have it ripped apart again.
Luc opened his eyes. He should be angry, but Tay's parting words played in his mind. "I've got a line on how we can be together forever. Just give me time. I love you."
Sure. Luc had all the damn time in the world, and Tay always had a plan. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and twirled the pencil in his other hand. If he and Taygan shared nothing else, they had a tight mutual trust. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was the lack of sleep, but trust wasn't going to get him through the long, lonely nights.
Luc stared at the words he'd penned. The love song would be great on the album. Give Zac the freedom with the prevalent bass line and Slash room to roam on the drums, and the simple tune would soar. Glow's ravenous fans, the Glow Kids, would eat it up. He wished it didn't take his blood, sweat and tears to make the songs shine.
He glanced at the clock. He should be heading home, not staring at a page of lyrics. Being at the studio was soothing. It was like home without the reminders of Taygan.
Behind him, the door creaked open. Luc didn't bother to look up, instead he continued working on a rhyme for home. Comb. Come. Home. Rome... nothing really fit. He'd never been to Rome, refused to write a song with the word comb in it...
"Stupid ass song." Luc gritted his teeth as a breeze wrapped around him. "And who was the fucktard that turned on the air?"
Footsteps padded on the thick carpeting thumped up beside him. "What'cha trying to figure out?"
Luc's blood ran hot and cold. Taygan. He looked up from his notebook into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Goddess, he loved Tay's eyes.
Instead of saying something, Taygan simply leaned one elbow on the piano and grinned.
Luc fumbled for words. The scent of Tay's cologne combined with the gentle breeze created when Tay was in the mood, curled around Luc's brain. "You're back?"
"The fucktard is here." Tay wriggled his brows. "Happy?"
"Not enough." Luc shook his head. He wasn't totally sure where the words came from, but all the pent-up frustration came to a head. "This here one day, fuck the new year in and leave when the wind blows has my head all fucked up. I hate it. You might have some grand plan, but I fucking hate it."
"This has to be what we have for now." Taygan plopped down onto the bench and rested his chin on his folded arms. "I can't figure out the riddle."
"The riddle." Luc shook his head. He'd heard this shit before. Whatever. "Atria's found her counterpart." What did old Taygan think of that?
"No shit?" Taygan toyed with the keys at the right on the piano keyboard. "Cool."
The tune wasn't anything familiar, and yet it sounded like something Luc should know. "And my bassist is on hiatus," he said, continuing his line of reasoning.
"Coincidence?" Tay kept playing, adding a bit of humming to the mix. "Or too much Christmas ale?"
"No ale needed. He's a Guardian and her counterpart and he took a bullet for her."
"Cute." Adding the lower register to his little tune, Tay continued playing. "I didn't know I knew this much on the piano. Cool."
Luc slapped his hands down on Tay's hands, stopping the music. "Tay... I'm being serious." He closed his eyes. "What do I have to do to get through to you? I'm too damn old to play this game."
"So... let's stop playing for a while and just do what we do best." Tay inched his hands out from under Luc's and cupped Luc's cheek. "I want you."
"No."
"No?" Taygan scooted closer, resting his thigh on Luc's. He leaned into Luc, his breath skittering over Luc's skin. "Missed this. Missed you."
"I'm not a sex toy." Luc said the words, but the venom didn't resonate as Taygan rubbed his thighs. Tingles shot from his legs to his cock to his chest, muddling his thoughts. The rational part of his brain told him to stop. His libido wanted Tay more than ever.
Taygan climbed into Luc's lap and feathered kisses over Luc's cheeks. Passion blazed in his eyes. "We could use toys along with the rope. I'm game." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against Luc's groin. "I'm always game with you."
"Taygan."
"Yes, say my name." Taygan threaded his fingers into Luc's hair and tugged. "Slap my ass, tie me up and make me come."
Somewhere deep in Luc's soul he splintered. He couldn't take the unknown, the anguish of whether Tay would be back. He'd been hurt too many times -- no more. "Taygan, either stay and be with me, or leave and don't come back -- ever."

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White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around by Megan Slayer

White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
by Megan Slayer

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-720-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Gay and Lesbian
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 25

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Blurb:

Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming -- except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget -- complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.

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White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer

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Finally. Taygan gripped the back of Santa's oversized chair. Trust Luc to take his sweet time getting to the party. He'd probably spent the extra time basking in the cheers from the crowd. The man was a ham when he wanted to be -- loving the spotlight and the praise. For a moment Taygan could've sworn Luc saw him. Just as fast, he noticed Luc's frown. He wasn't seeing much of anything and probably didn't want to be there. Fine. Tay would give him a reason to stick around.
"See him?" Taygan whispered from his position behind the chair. "The one with the dark hair and grimace?"
Santa nodded. "I see him. I'm on borrowed time, here, so let's keep this moving. What are you and Atria planning?"
"That's who I want for Christmas. Him, true love, and my heart back. It's all one gigantic, candy-cane-colored present." Taygan brushed his hand over his mouth. He could still feel the tingle from Luc's kiss on his lips... a kiss from six months prior. He missed his lover. Missed Luc.
Taygan crouched behind the chair and watched Luc. The man moved with grace and certainty as he crossed the room. The leather pants encasing his tapered legs left nothing to the imagination. The shirt, a nice, tight T-shirt with Cheer emblazoned on the front, curved around the chiseled planes of his chest. Tay's cock twitched. He moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Just another chance, that's what he needed. A chance to show Luc he cared.
"Just so you know, I am not sitting on your lap." Luc cocked his hip and folded his arms. "Not my kind of fetish."
"Fetish? Okay... Merry Christmas, Lucian," Santa boomed from his seat. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"A good night's sleep." Luc dropped his arms and tilted his head. "That's what I want."
"Why?" Taygan asked from his position. Shit. Shouldn't have said anything. He gritted his teeth and prayed Santa would catch the goof-up and save him.
"You can help yourself to a good night's sleep," Santa replied. "Medicines, warm milk, exercise... I'm sure they'd get you what you want more than I can."
"Are you the real Santa?" Luc challenged.
"I am."
"Then I want a good night's rest. Not another night where I'm tossing and turning begging for sleep. You see, it's rather cyclical."
"Cyclical?" Santa asked and leaned back in his seat.
Taygan suppressed a snicker. He loved it when Luc used fifty-cent words and got scholarly.
Luc sighed. "I used to sleep like a baby. I had the love of my life in my arms. He got me, and I loved him. Things were... the best. And then the shit hit the fan. His element couldn't be contained. I knew, but fuck. Love meant I should've let him go, right? I did. And now my boring old human ass can't sleep. I worry about him. He doesn't love me, and I accept it, but can I at least know he's happy and safe? You do that, tell me that, and I'll get that night of sleep I want."
"Tall order, what you want." Santa kicked the base of the chair. "Go to suite 511. Your present awaits."
"You've lost your mind." Luc turned away, shaking his head. "Just leave me alone."
"You're very angry for a man who makes millions of people happy."
"You would be, too, if the love of your life said he needed space and fucking vanished." Luc's shoulders slumped but he didn't turn around. The truth in Luc's words squeezed tight around Taygan's heart. He'd gone about what he saw as a temporary split totally wrong and he knew it.
Santa stood and put his hand on Luc's shoulder. "Luc?"
"What?" Luc turned slowly. "What did you say?"
"Trust me. Give into the spirit of the holiday and have some faith." Santa nodded. "Go to the room. I've got things to do that have nothing to do with you and a lot to do with rewarding those who've been good all year."

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Faerie by Sharon Marie Bidwell

Faerie
by Sharon Maria Bidwell

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-723-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Magic, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

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When Adam overreacts to his mother's matchmaking owing to stress, and insults an old friend, little does he know he's closer to the truth than he thinks. Calling Lane a fairy isn't the slight he thinks it is. Adam has very clear ideas concerning the type of man he's attracted to, and Lane isn't it.
Little does he know he's also goaded the other man into acting on feelings long suppressed. For both of them, what they feel during sex and afterwards brings more than a little magic into their lives. If they can survive their own mistaken beliefs and prejudices -- and outside threats -- they might just find something lasting together, and Adam might have to change his mind over the importance of physical attraction and what it means.
While Adam's shop burns around him, can he salvage more than the precious items for sale?

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Caveat Emptor: Forgotten Lover by Zenobia Renquist

Caveat Emptor: Forgotten Lover

by Zenobia Renquist Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-681-2

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires, Magic

Series: Caveat Emptor

Length: Novella

Page Count: 43

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Blurb:

Captured by mages, Medusa is more upset at her own weakness than the mages' idea of torture. Once free of them, she plans to slaughter them all. Except, there is one mage who awakens long buried memories of desire from a past best left forgotten. She knows this man to the depths of her soul, but she and Darius are on opposite sides of a war that has raged for centuries. It's more than her heart at stake if she gives in to her desires.

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Caveat Emptor: Forgotten Lover
Zenobia Renquist
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The charm's magic might be strong, but she'd seen Theron fight it. If his will could overcome it, then so could hers.
"Get away from her!" That command was shouted by another mage who entered the room. The mage threw power at Medusa's captor, tossing the man against the far wall.
Her captor righted himself and lifted a glowing hand at his assailant. "You dare attack me, Darius?"
"Quincy, you are an idiot." Darius gestured to Medusa. "Look at her eyes."
Medusa managed enough control of her body so she glared at them both.
Quincy stared at her in shock. "That cannot be." He shook his head as though that would make everything better. "The charm is active. She should be nothing but a doll."
"She would have killed you the second you touched her. Obviously your magic isn't up to the task of containing her." Darius held up an envelope. "I'm willing to take her off your hands."
"How much?"
"Well over what you would get if you sold her through normal means." He tossed the envelope.
Quincy held out his hand and beckoned, making the envelope zip over to him. He thumbed through the contents. "You think your magic can overcome everything. Your arrogance will get you killed. Have her, then. When she disposes of you, I will laugh at your stupidity and take her back." Quincy left the room.
Darius watched the man go before facing Medusa. He sighed and shook his head. "Come, vampire." He turned and walked away.
Medusa didn't want to follow him. The charm overrode her senses again and made her walk. Rather than waste energy she might need later, she simply allowed the charm to function. Once night fell, she would have more freedom. She would leave this place, killing as many of the mages as she could in the process. Starting with the mage she followed.
This mage was shorter than she was by four inches. That would make him about five foot seven. He was lean, but she didn't mistake that for weakness. The way he moved spoke of a body trained for fighting. A martial art of some sort, possibly. Most mages were soft from depending on their magic for everything, but not this man.
Martial arts training would mean he had speed. Medusa remembered the way he had arced power at Quincy. The spell had moved quickly, not even allowing Quincy enough time to shield. This Darius might not have vampire speed but he would be a formidable opponent if Medusa didn't time her attack properly.
Some primal part of her cautioned her to be wary. The man walked with his back to her, knowing she could fight the power of the charm. That had to mean he didn't fear that she might attack him, because he knew his powers could overcome any attack she launched.
She sensed none of Quincy's stupidity in this man. That was dangerous. Darius stopped at a doorway, opened it, and then stepped back, waving her forward.
She walked to the middle of the room and then faced him. Now what? Would he continue what Quincy had started? If that was his plan, he better do it quickly. She could feel the sun moving across the sky. The man had less than two hours before sunset. She had no qualms about killing him mid-coitus if it meant she would be free.
He closed the door behind him before stripping off his floor-length mage cloak. The thick, black cloth fell to the floor with a soft thud. Darius rolled his shoulders and then his neck as though happy to be free of the burden. He said, "Now then."
Medusa readied herself to endure as he reached toward her. He touched the charm nestled at the base of her neck. A surge of power shot through her body and then he stepped back. "There."
What?
Medusa lifted her hands. Her movements were her own. Her body obeyed her, and she hadn't had to wait for sunset.
She looked at Darius, instantly on guard. "What are you doing? What trick is this?"
"No trick."
"You're the idiot you proclaimed Quincy to be if you think your magic is faster than me."
"Attack me if it pleases you." He backed away from her and sat on his bed, giving her an expectant look.
She didn't trust his open invitation. It was a trick of some kind. He had a magical trap waiting that would damage her as soon as she neared him. "No."
He raised a questioning eyebrow and looked amused. "Really? Such a pity."
"Are you hoping for death, mage? Is that why you brought me here?"
"Death? No. I hope for something else entirely." He stood and walked over to her. "You would have been wasted on Quincy. I make a much better partner."
With a speed that rivaled her own, Darius grabbed her to him and laid his lips on hers. She stared at him, too surprised to pull back or push him away. He ended the kiss and smiled at her. "You are as sweet as I remember."
"What? I don't know you."
"How cruel of you to say you don't remember me. I remember you quite well. You were so shy in those days."
She pushed away from him then. "What are you talking about? What days?"
"When you were human, Medusa." He nodded at her wide-eyed shocked expression.
"My name. How do you know my name?"
"You told it to me."
"You're human," she whispered. "You cannot have known me when I was human. That was back in the eighteen hundreds."
"I am a mage, Medusa. Not only am I a mage, I am a mage lord. Immortality is child's play to me."
She could only stare at him. A distant memory tickled the edges of her mind. A memory from her time as a weak, subservient human who had cowered at the sight of her own shadow. She hated remembering those days. She wasn't that woman any longer.
But this man... His face triggered those memories.
Odd eyes, one blue and one brown, held laughter and mischief in equal parts. His brown hair riddled with streaks of blond and red brushed his neck and the tops of his ears. Not enough to pull into a ponytail but enough for a lover to run her fingers through.
Medusa knew the softness of that hair. It was like petting a cat. Hair so fine should never top a human's head. At the time she had thought he was some wild beast that had taken human form.
She stumbled back a few steps, not believing the direction of her thoughts. It couldn't be. The man she had known in the past was human. The man before her was human too. But he said he possessed immortality. If that fact had been true then as well...
She rasped, "Lord Arundel?"
"The same, sweet Medusa." He bridged the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers once more. "I will remind you of what you have forgotten."
One part of her fought against the memories his kiss invoked while another part reveled in their return.

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Cafe Midnight: Grande by Cynthia Sax

Café Midnight: Grande

by Cynthia Sax Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-658-4

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Magic, BBW

Series: Café Midnight

Length: Novella

Page Count: 39

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Blurb:
After years of searching, Thorne finally obtains the magic he needs to cross over to another dimension, and kill the goblin who murdered his sister. On the night before that dangerous mission, he heads to Café Midnight, and meets a woman too sexually skilled to keep to himself, and too appealing to leave behind.
When Jazmine orders her Grande coffee, Thorne more than delivers. He is a giant, generous, and willing to share her with his buddies. Upon hearing of his inter-dimensional plot for revenge, the plus-sized beauty is determined not to be left behind. She'll use all the weapons in her sexual arsenal to keep her big man safe.
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Café Midnight: Grande
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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"Can I only get one?" Jazmine scanned the menu board, all of the options appealing to her. Cafe Midnight served up hot men with their coffee, and tonight, she thirsted for a double shot of both.
"Afraid so, miss." The fair-haired pretty boy barista gave her a sympathetic smile.
He was patient and understanding, the type of man who'd thoroughly see to a woman's needs. She wanted a lover with the same characteristics. "Something hot with lots of cream." Jazmine eyed the barista's thin arms. Except her man-whore should be bigger, so she wouldn't have to worry about breaking him. "Grande."
"One Latteccino Grande coming right up." Her order was entered. "If you take a seat, it will be delivered to you." She turned. "Oh and miss?" Jazmine looked over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon." The barista winked.
What did that mean? Her face heated as she strolled to the seating area, choosing a chair in the center where she could see everyone and be seen. Would he fulfill both her orders?
Excitement fluttered in her chest, and Jazmine pondered possible positions, finally deciding they'd first do it with him on top, because if she rode his lean body the way she wanted to, he wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
She smoothed down her low-cut blouse. Given to her as a gift, the black top was a size too small, the soft fabric clinging to her generous curves. Her big breasts were her best feature.
She bet he'd appreciate her breasts. Jazmine gazed lustily at the barista working behind the counter. He'd bury his face in them, and --
"Ma'am? Am I interrupting a private moment?" A massive Viking with blond hair and a face marked with deep scars loomed over her table, a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Should I come back when you're... ummm... done?"
"Oh." She straightened, and, at exactly that moment, the top button of her blouse decided to abandon the good ship Jazmine, shooting into the air, hitting him on the stomach.
He caught the button as it bounced off him, his reflexes lightning fast. "Is this for me?"
His deep voice made her pussy moisten. God. He was huge. Her gaze lowered to the ridge pressing against his cargo pants, and she licked her lips. He was huge all over.
He chuckled, dropping the button into his shirt pocket. "I guess that answers that. Come, Miss..." He set down the coffee cup, and held out his hand.
"Jazmine." She took it, allowing herself to be drawn up, and pulled against his hard body. That ridge in his pants was solid, and he was hot, and she was so fucking horny. Her legs collapsed.
"Whoops." He caught her. "That's enough walking for you, Miss Jazmine." He swung her into his arms. He swung her, plus-sized her, and he didn't even grunt with the effort. She linked her fingers behind his thick neck, and stared at him in wonder.
"You have to save your energy for all the fucking we'll be doing." The corners of his mouth curled upward into a perma-smile, and there were deep laughter lines around his blue eyes. "Please excuse the cussing, Miss Jazmine, but there's no delicate way to phrase the carnal pleasures we'll be engaged in."
Carnal pleasures. Fuck, yes. "You phrased it just fine."
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