New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/17/11

Congratulations to Brannan Black, Saloni Quinby, Stephanie Burke, Ayla Ruse, Kira Stone, Dakota Cassidy, Marteeka Karland and Sierra Dafoe!

BLIND DEVOTION: A WOLFMAN TALE by Brannan Black
4 Hearts from Love Romances & More

I loved seeing the characters that first brought me to this world and kept me coming back. Now I have a whole new set of them to enjoy as well.

http://loveromancesandmore.blogspot.com/2011/10/blind-devotion-wolfman-tale-by-brannan.html

BOBBI AND THE BEAST by Saloni Quinby
4 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

A heartwarming short story. intriguing and exceptionally enjoyable.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2011/10/bobbi-and-beast.html

HOW NOT TO DATE A FAE by Stephanie Burke
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

Fast paced, sexy, and emotionally intense at times. "How Not to Date a Fae" satisfies every expectation.

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MALATHIX SOUL: BROKEN by Ayla Ruse
4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

A tight, sexy read. If you want an action-packed, sexy short story, don't miss BROKEN. You won't be disappointed.

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MOLTEN by Kira Stone
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

Molten is absolutely entertaining and so original you will have to read it to believe it!

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WOLF (Collection) by Sierra Dafoe, Dakota Cassidy and Marteeka Karland
4 Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The stories flowed well and worked together. There were moments of tears, laughter and sighs. All in all an excellent read.

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Malathix Soul: Jagged by Ayla Ruse

Malathix Soul: Jagged

by Ayla Ruse Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-702-4

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal

Series: Malathix Soul

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Camden Royst lives by a code of honesty and logic. When he bonds with his human, it's without the emotional upheavals his crewmates suffer. But instead of making his life easier, everything falls to pieces. His female isn't happy, and for the life of him he can't understand why.
Deidre Parker always dreamed of being swept off her feet by a tall, handsome alien. When Camden walks into her life, she thinks he's her dream come true. Except, he won't open up to her, and he picks and chooses what parts of his life she can see. Frustrated, she knows she can't live with a half-sided arrangement. Even if her heart's breaking without him.
Camden and Deidre finally decide to lay all their cards on the table, but when all is said and done, will what they reveal be enough to repair their damaged hearts, or will it leave them separate, with jagged ends?
Excerpt:
Malathix Soul: Jagged
Ayla Ruse
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Warm hands brushed her bare belly, and Deidre Parker sighed, smiling in her sleep. Ah, my dream's finally getting good. She moved pliantly under the dream hands, turning to her back, lifting her hips as her boy shorts slid down and off her legs. Precise touches ran over her calves, across her knees, up her thighs. She parted her legs at the hands' slightest push, and a hot breath of air fanned her exposed sex. Her cami shirt, rucked up under her breasts, irritated her so she tugged it off, wanting, needing to have nothing between her skin and Camden, for she knew whose hands touched her. Whose mouth now -- yes! -- covered her sex. She only ever dreamt of Camden Royst, alien extraordinaire... and asshole of relationships.
"Camden," she called softly. She wavered in her dream, hoping, and yet afraid these sensations were real.
"Mmm." A muffled reply traveled to her ears before his open mouth pressed against her. His skilled tongue touched her deep, and big arms slid under her thighs, shifting her legs over his shoulders while his hands curved around her belly.
Not opening her eyes, Deidre undulated slowly on the bed as Camden continued to satisfy her. The more she rocked against his mouth, the more her dream dissolved and reality set in. Camden was in her bed. No dream this time.
That he was really here didn't startle her as much as she thought it would. Maybe because she'd been dreaming of his lovemaking so much lately. His soul, within her, wouldn't let her rest some nights in her increasing need for the solid weight of his body covering hers. Now that he was here, in her bed, making her head spin, she knew she should push him out. The words formed in her head, but instead of telling him to go away, she asked between breathless pants, "Why have you been away so long?"
He stopped and lifted his head away from her.
"No. Don't stop," she told him, reaching out to grab fistfuls of thick hair. She shoved his head back down, and with a chuckle that vibrated against her clit, he resumed pleasuring her.
So many questions ran through her head. It'd been nearly six months since she'd seen him. She should throw him out --
No, his soul in her cried out.
Deidre mentally soothed his soul, her new best friend, and reassured it that even though she was not happy with how Camden handled their relationship, she wasn't about to turn him away now that she was finally so close --
"So close... oh, so close, Camden. Don't stop. Yes... yes... YES!"
Deidre shattered. Her thighs squeezed his head, and her hands tugged on his hair as her orgasm ricocheted through her body.
When she finally released him, she opened her eyes and soaked in the sight of her lover outlined against the soft morning light spilling through her window.
Camden pushed up to sit back on his heels and she melted again, just as she had when she'd first laid eyes on him a year ago. Now, he wore only a pair of jeans, leaving his broad, muscular chest exposed to her view. Thick arms, a wide neck and a formidable face always reminded Deidre of some forgotten barbarian warrior. His hair had grown since she'd last seen him, and the dark blond locks brushed the tops of his shoulders. He set one hand on his thigh and massaged his scalp with the other.
"Damn, woman. If you want me bald, just tell me. Don't go trying to pull the hair out."
Deidre smiled. Although she hadn't meant to hurt him, she wasn't sorry. He deserved no less. In truth, he didn't deserve to be in her bed, but she was weak when it came to him. To his body. To what he could do to her. The chill air of her cooling unit wafted across her heated labia, and she shuddered. In a glance she saw how his erection strained against his jeans. Her mouth watered and her pussy clenched, desperate to feel him again.
"Camden." Her voice sounded breathy and needy to her ears, and she cringed inside. She didn't want to come across as sappy, but right now, nothing else existed for her except him.
She spread her arms and let her trembling legs fall completely open. "It's been too long," she continued. "Your soul needs you." She'd added that last part intentionally. She didn't want to risk telling him the truth -- she needed him more. If she bared too much of her need for him, her heart would break all over again when he left. But she wouldn't think about that now. Now she'd take every drop of satisfaction she could squeeze from this male and treasure it inside.
Camden moved off the bed only as long as it took him to strip off his jeans. He returned, tucked his large thighs under hers and pulled her hips in close. She stared, fascinated as always, at his naked groin. According to Camden, Malathix males didn't grow pubic hair. She had no complaints, as there was nothing to obscure her view of his huge cock and the amazing indentations around the edges of his flared head. She recalled how that felt inside more than anything, and she'd swear her pussy quivered in anticipation.
"Now, Camden. I need you... in me."
He fit the head of his cock at her entrance and slipped the bulbous tip between her wet and swollen lips. Looking up, she locked her eyes with his. When his hands wrapped around her hips, he thrust hard, sheathing himself in one long stroke, and her back arched off the bed. She gasped, forgetting and remembering all at once how completely he filled her body.
God, it'd been too long.
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Malathix Soul: Broken by Ayla Ruse

Malathix Soul: Broken

by Ayla Ruse Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-666-9

Genre(s): Futuristic

Series: Malathix Soul

Length: Novella

Page Count: 62

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Blurb
Thorn d'Thiem is a man on a mission. Traveling to Earth to kick his sorry brother's ass back to Malathix is an interruption he can do without. His plan: get to Earth, find his brother, return to their planet and continue working toward their species' survival.
After years of ridicule, threats and even blackmail, Yvette Butler has learned to hide her half-breed status. Her latest betrayal leaves her needing to escape her job on Earth's satellite outpost. Her plan: Find a way to get off the outpost, leave Earth behind and find a new job and a new life on another planet.
When the two meet, they see each other as only the means to an end. But when they discover they each hold missing pieces of the other, will they work together to repair what's broken in them, or will they part ways, leaving only shattered remains?
Excerpt
Malathix Soul: Broken
Ayla Ruse
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Earth Star Command Station, Year 2142
Yvette Butler considered herself the picture of perfect calm as she strode out of her boss's office, through the busy little cubicles of Earth Star Command Station and stepped into one of the cooler, empty passageways. Only then did she slump her six-foot, slender frame against the tiled wall.
Lifting her fisted hands, she opened them to reveal pinpricks of blood upon her palms. She'd fought back her shift, but it'd been hard. It'd always been hard when she became angry. Thinking again of her supervisor and what he'd only moments ago "asked" her to do...
"Just... be nice to the male, Yvette. That's all I'm asking. We wouldn't want your little secret to come out now, would we? You know my policy on... half breeds --" He'd whispered the word as though it was cursed. "-- and I know you love your job here."
When her lips curled, he'd spoken again, unforgivingly blunt. "It's simple, Yvette. He will be here tomorrow. Meet that alien personally, satisfy him in whatever way he wants -- being half alien yourself that should be easy -- and you keep your job. Displease him and, well, the next pod to Earth is in three days. It'd be hard, wouldn't it, to find employment with a scathing reference?"
Now she stared at the harsh lights of the passageway ceiling and fought against a fresh wave of anger bubbling up. What she wouldn't give to rip that man's head from his shoulders. Him and his special favors. She sneered. Damn her for trusting, for confiding in him that she was a half breed with a human mother and an alien father. On planet, her background had been found loathsome by the few that knew, but she had thought, had hoped, that working on this station as liaison with aliens, her boss would have been more forgiving.
So much for my dream job. Now, she had no choice. She'd kill herself before doing her boss's dirty work anymore. As soon as she could, she'd leave the station and try to find other work. Maybe on the planet Zartech. Somewhere far away where she wouldn't have to live with concern of how others would treat her. Just because she wasn't full human didn't mean she was trash, and most of the ignorant people she'd met feared even a hint that someone might have alien DNA in their body.
Taking deep, calming breaths, Yvette mentally petted the anger into quiet submission. The ache in her jaw lessened as her gums shifted back to normal. The pain in her fingers eased as the claws, which had attempted to erupt from her hands, reformed back into sleek fingers tipped with short, trim nails. She rolled her neck and allowed herself two extra minutes to tamp everything down.
Now to figure out what to do.
"Yvette Butler, please report to the Admittance Room. Yvette Butler, please report at once to the Admittance Room."
She sighed. Her plans to leave would have to wait. She pushed herself off the wall and made sure the tight-fitting pants and shirt of her uniform were smooth and neat. Running her fingers through her thick mass of black and white hair, Yvette inhaled deeply.
She pressed on the communications system panel in the wall. "This is Yvette Butler. I'll be right down. Can you give me a head's up about what's needed?"
"I'm not sure, Ms. Butler, but Aaron is with an alien and he's asking for you. Says he has a meeting with you?"
"Thank you."
Making her way to the AR room, Yvette couldn't for the life of her remember a meeting but didn't let it faze her. This was why she'd applied for the job in the first place. The chance to meet all kinds of aliens and to help them solve issues, or even act as a translator between themselves and Earth. Since she'd apparently scheduled it, this meeting could only be good.
Yvette stepped through a set of sliding doors leading to a spacious room. This area was where aliens first stopped to request entry to Earth. She scanned the room until she spotted a co-worker, Aaron, on the far side. He apparently had been looking for her, because when he caught her eye, he gestured wildly to the tall alien that dwarfed him. The being turned, and Yvette's breath caught in the back of her throat.
The male who now faced her could be described as wet-dream perfection. Standing well over six and half feet and dressed in dark brown pants that molded to strong thighs, wearing a shirt of similar color that laced at the throat, his style reminded her of the old pirate garb she'd seen in images of centuries past. Boots of a darker brown fit tightly over muscled calves, and thick gloves covered his hands.
He stood there, hands placed on his hips as if he were irritated and stared her down from across the room.
Time seemed to stand still.
The moment broke when he dropped his arms to his sides, tipped his chin down a fraction, and without shifting his gaze from her, began to stalk her way. Yes, she decided quickly, he stalked. She stifled the urge to step back as he drew near. Damn, he looked pissed. What the hell had she done? Her day seemed to be going from bad to worse. So much for thinking this call would be better than what her boss wanted her to do.
His bald head gleamed under the embedded lights overhead. A fierce looking face -- or at least a fierce expression -- made his sharp features appear to be made of stone. As he drew nearer, she noticed the darkness along either side of his neck was not an upturned collar as she'd first thought, but something that looked like tattoos that seemed to wrap around his throat from the back of his neck.
He stopped not two feet from her, and she was surprised she didn't have to overly crane her neck to look him in his eyes, swirls of green and black. Beautiful. His eyes could easily mesmerize her.
Aaron bounced around them, trying to give her information that didn't seem to make it into her brain. She studied this alien, who was studying her. Intriguing. She felt like she knew this male, or could know him.
"Quiet, human," Thorn growled at Aaron, and Yvette tightened her lips to prevent her smile from emerging when the little man shut up. She had always thought the little runner a bit like a lapdog. This imposing alien just proved her theory right.
"Yvette Butler." The tall male stated her name, wanting confirmation.
She nodded her head in affirmation and in greeting. "I am. And you are?"
"I am Thorn d'Thiem. I believe I notified you some time ago about my arrival..."

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Malathix Soul 1: Souless by Ayla Ruse

Soulless

by Ayla Ruse  Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-646-1

Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi

Series: Malathix Soul

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Space Lord Theradon, of the merchant planet Malathix, lives on the edge of a darkness that threatens every human around him. He must find the piece of him that's missing or face his demise.
Laya Brummel unknowingly carries within herself the means to his survival. If only she would stay still long enough for him to explain. But she's seen the horror of what a Malathix alien can become, and fear keeps her constantly running away from him.
When the pair finally comes face-to-face, will it be too late to stop the death and destruction, or will they find something deeper to hold them together and save them both?
Excerpt:
Soulless
Ayla Ruse
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Province of New Texas, Earth
Year 2142
"She's here, Camden. I can feel her," Theradon, heir to the throne on planet Malathix, informed his second in command.
Camden Royst nodded his acknowledgement. They walked deeper into Club Neon, a large cavern of a place lit by a million watts of flashing neon and black light. The sight was disorienting and painful, and Theradon blinked, shifting internal protective lenses over his corneas.
"Damn, I hate places like this." Camden rubbed his fingers across his eyes. "My eyes hurt like a son of a bitch."
"Mine, too." Theradon waited until Camden oriented himself. Putting up with Earth's atmosphere and human quirks, such as their infernal need for multi-colored lighting, had been another fucked up mark against this ass-backward planet. It was hell to adjust their bodies into a level of comfort to maintain social contact. Chaotic places like this club threatened to bring out the beasts within them, and without their souls to keep their beasts in check, violence reigned.
"So, where is she?" Camden asked. "Do you want to go after her or wait again to see if she comes to you?"
"I hear that sneer." Theradon and Camden stopped at the upper edge of the dance floor, hands on leather-clad hips, surveying the disorienting scene before them. Long, crowded bars flanked the left and right of the spacious room while the entire sunken floor before them crawled with people gyrating and contorting themselves in a semblance of movement the humans called dancing.
"Well, Theradon, what do you want me to say? You know if it'd been up to me you'd have taken that human the first night you found her."
"That human's name is Laya. Show some respect."
Camden held up his hands. "Sorry."
"If I'd taken her that night, I'd have killed us both on the spot. You saw what happened to Lex. When he saw Laya's friend, he tore the damn place apart. I wasn't about to risk either of our lives."
"You still should have told her."
"You're pushing, Camden. Just because you got lucky in telling Deidra before you claimed her doesn't mean Laya would've taken the news the same way, especially after witnessing what Lex did. Besides, asshole, that information is supposed to be classified until the claiming."
Camden dropped his head, properly chastised, while Theradon gazed through the shifting crowd again. His beast craved time to come out, but Theradon was a Lord of Malathix. He would never willingly unleash his beast on the innocent.
Camden's voice rose over the din. "What are you going to do now?"
"I don't see her yet. Maybe she's in the back. Let's grab a seat and see if she comes out. I can wait a few more minutes. But one way or another, this chase ends tonight."
* * *
"Laya! Laya, he's here!"
"What? Now? Damn it." Laya's hands shook as she sloppily put aside the drink tray she'd been carrying. Smoking liquid poured from the tall glasses. She knew Theradon had been near, in the city at least, because she'd started feeling horny a few hours ago. She always felt the need for sex when he was in the vicinity. Damn it! Theradon was the last man in the galaxy she wanted to have sex with. Or so she kept telling herself.
* * *
Theradon and Camden made their way through the throng of gyrating bodies to find an empty table near the back wall. The hard music pounded through the room as if it had a life of its own and beat into Theradon's body, making his muscles pump. His beast quivered against the feel of the beat, taking in the sensation as a sign of outward destruction, and it fought inside him, wanting to destroy the chaos until order had been restored. Theradon grimaced at the pain of keeping the beast leashed.
As soon as they sat down, three women with curvy bodies wearing very little swayed over to them.
"Hi, handsome. What can I do for you?" one asked outright while she caressed her peaked nipples through her shirt. The other women licked their lips and eyed him and Camden as if they were the favorite candy of the day.
Theradon ignored the fawning humans while Camden caught the attention of a waitress to order a couple of dry-iced drinks. Camden would send the women on their way. He could never understand why women crawled over -- and under -- him and his men. His best guess? Their beasts released some kind of pheromone. Damned annoying, in his opinion, especially when anytime he came close to the woman he wanted, she ran away screaming. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Past the clogging smells of smoke, alcohol, sweat and lust, he found her scent. Terror laced with sunshine. It reminded him of the sudden flash of an Earthen summer storm. Strong, fierce, instantaneous. A woman more than capable of handling his nature.
A low growl escaped him. His beast knew her near and it wanted out to find and claim her. Time was running out. The constant fight to keep his beast inside let him know that any day now -- hell, any minute now -- the beast would win. It would transform Theradon, forcing the circumstances that would lead to their deaths. His only salvation lay in claiming Laya.
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