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Thursday, December 06, 2012

Oh No! Santa's Trapped Where...??? by Marie Treanor



Santa's Helpers are here, and you are invited to the Naughty List!

More Naughty List blog hopping here, because we're still celebrating the release of the multi-author Santa's Helpers series and the chance for readers to get on the Naughty List to win free ebooks for a year!


Learn about the books of the Santa's Helpers series and their authors in the Naughty List Blog Hop!

Today's Stop: Marie Treanor talks about about her Santa's Helper story, Damned Santa and the world Santa's trapped in with his sexy new helper.

Previous Stop: Mistletoe Mistakes by Jocelyn Michel here at Changeling Press' Blog with B.J. McCall hosting

Next Stop Today!: Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer at Marie Treanor's Romantic Theme Party.

So...


Santa's Trapped Where...?



In the City of the Damned - a dark, dangerous, ruined husk of a place, largely destroyed by nuclear war, the effects of which still block the sun. Somehow, people still live there - many of them very strange people, mutants like vampires, werewolves (lupi), oddly gifted or cursed individuals...

But you know all this, because you read about it in the City of the Damned series :).

What you may not know is that among those mutants lives the original, slightly mad, slightly punk, time travelling Santa Claus...

Well, didn't you ever wonder how Santa managed to get around the whole world in twenty-four hours? Time travel, of course.

But since the war, he just can't get out of the City of the Damned in any time, and his helpers can't get in. He has to hope his elves are taking care of the rest of the world, while he works alone in the City most people fear to enter, and somehow keeps track of all the children and their meagre toys - past, present and future. It's not easy without materials or workers - or safe, when he keeps running into himself from another time...

Then an unexpected helper shows up - but she's a thief, and she's on a mission to get out of the City. She could just be Santa's own sexy Christmas treat...or she could be something more. As one of his future selves has already found out... Will find out. Maybe. If his present self can persuade her to stay.

Well, I never said it wasn't confusing! Re-enter the City of the Damned for yourself, and all will become clear! In the mean time, before the contest, here's a snippet...



DAMNED SANTA (Santa's Helpers)
By MARIE TREANOR
Out Now from Changeling Press

Has Santa Claus really been trapped in the ruined City of the Damned?

Kate's a survivor who's had enough of the city. Escaping the lupi police, she hides out in the workshop of a sexy if insane mutant who claims to travel in time just to give presents to other people's children. Kate could be his lover, his savior, his helper -- if he can only persuade her to stay.

*

“It’s my busy night. Here.” He handed her clean plastic bottle of water. “I think it’s uncontaminated.”

“You think? Don’t you care?”

“Not for myself.”

Shit. She paused with the bottle not quite touching her lips. “Are you a mutant, Nicholas?”

 “Sort of. Are you?”

“No.”

“So you’re afraid of me?”

Was she? She stared at him. “Should I be?”

His blue eyes gleamed with wickedness. “Not if we’re to end up in that bed.”

She whisked herself away from him. “Dream on, asshole. I’m going.”

“Because I want to make love to you?”

She rounded on him from a safe distance. “Yes!”

His lips quirked , fascinating her. Treacherous moisture gathered between her thighs as she imagined those lips on her body, in all the places suddenly tingling under his scrutiny.

“I didn’t say I’d do it today,” he pointed out, glancing at a dial strapped to his wrist. “In fact, much as I’d love to, I just don’t have any time right now. Why don’t you wait for me? You can eat whatever you find in the cupboards beside the fireplace.”

He walked over to the bag he’d dropped earlier, picked it up and continued over to the corner table with the toys, which he began to stuff into the sack.

Baffled, she glared at his back. “Wait for you? Because you think you can come back and have sex with me?”

He glanced over his shoulder, grinning at her outrage. And Jesus, his smile was devastating enough to kill her anger stone dead. His eyes darkened.

“I live in hope,” he said. “Don’t you?”

Whoa, she wasn’t going there again, not after Lars had tried to sell her to his friends. With a touch of desperation, she countered, “Don’t you care that I broke into your home to rob you? Don’t you care that I still will the moment you’re gone?”

He dropped the last teddy bear in the bag before closing it, and swung it over his shoulder. “There’s nothing worth stealing now.”

She frowned, coming closer again as if she couldn’t stay away. A moth to the mutant flame that would probably kill her. Or at least burn her. “You’re weird, do you know that?”

“Yes, I know that. So I’ll see you later?”

She came to a halt a foot away from him and lifted her chin. “No.”

He took a step closer and her breath caught. It was as if some hot, magnetic current emanated from him. Something about his stance, poised and still, not even touching her, was more intimate than an embrace. She found herself watching his lips again, wondering how they felt, how they tasted. He stirred and her gaze shifted to the hand holding his sack of toys. Long-fingered, strong, deft. How would it feel on her body, on her breasts, between her thighs, stroking…?

She forced her attention back to his face. Mistake. He was even sexier when his eyes clouded with lust.

“We’ll be good together. So good…” he whispered, and bent his head. Her stomach seemed to dive and dissolve. Her pussy clenched with fierce, treacherous longing and she couldn’t make herself avoid it.

His mouth brushed hers, caressed and fastened. His hand came up and cupped her cheek, his skin rough, exciting, although his touch was gentle.

There was nothing she could do except open to him, helpless with totally misplaced desire. His tongue slid along hers, hot and exciting. And then, he was gone.

Not just stepped away from her, but totally gone.

  
So tell me, do you think time travel is a reasonable explanation for Santa's speed dash around the world on Christmas Eve? Or do you have a better explanation? :)

Also, don't miss the amazing Megan Slayer on my blog today, talking about her Santa's Helpers story, Christmas Glow... -  at Marie Treanor's Romantic Theme Party



Happy Christmas!
Marie

www.MarieTreanor.com

Monday, December 03, 2012

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (03 Dec)

Join Changeling Press on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters (DRB1stChp) blog every Monday for new release excerpts. And as a special December treat, Sundays are Changeling Press Santa's Helpers days.

Here's what posted Monday (03 December):

** Holidays Are Hell 1: Devil Under the Mistetoe by Sam Cheever
(Erotic Dark Fantasy Christmas Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/devil-under-mistletoe-by-sam-cheever.html

** Protect and Serve: Mistletoe and Whine by Sharon Maria Bidwell
(Erotic MMF Shifter Christmas Humor Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/mistletoe-and-whine-by-sharon-maria.html

** Jingle All The Way 1: Jingle Balls by Judy Mays
(Erotic Fantasy Christmas Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/jingle-all-way-1-jingle-balls-by-judy.html

** Northern Bears 4: Pandamonium by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic MM Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/pandamonium-by-jade-buchanan.html


Here's what posted Sunday (02 December):

** Santa's Helpers: Zarakion's Tip by Ayla Ruse
(Erotic Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/zarakions-tip-by-ayla-ruse.html

** Santa's Helpers: Wolf Run by B.J. McCall
(Erotic Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/wolf-run-by-bj-mccall.html

** Santa's Helpers: Mistletoe Mistakes by Jocelyn Michel
(Erotic Contemporary Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/mistletoe-mistakes-by-jocelyn-michel.html

** Santa's Helpers: Damned Santa by Marie Treanor
(Erotic Futuristic Voyuerism/Exhibitionism Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/12/damned-santa-by-marie-treanor.html


Get on the Changeling Press Naughty List for a chance to win free ebooks for a year:

http://www.changelingpress.com/special_event.php


Follow the Santa's Helpers authors around the net to find out more about these unique Christmas tales:

** First Stop: Wolf Run by B.J. McCall at Ayla Ruse's Blog
http://aylaruse.blogspot.com/2012/11/interview-with-santas-helper-bj-mccall.html

** Second Stop: Zarakion's Tip by Ayla Ruse at Zenobia Renquist's Blog
http://dreneebagby.blogspot.com/2012/12/interview-santas-helpers-zarakions-tip.html

** Third Stop (tomorrow): Mistletoe Mistakes by Jocelyn Michel at the Changeling Press blog with B.J. McCall as host
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com

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

Thursday, November 29, 2012

New Releases 30 Nov & Win Free Books for a year!

A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest -- Win Free Books for a year!
Nine readers will win Free Books For A Year:
One book a month (Five winners, 12 books each)
Two books a month (Two winners, 24 books each!)
Two books a week (Two winners, 104 books each!)
Are you on Changeling's Naughty list?
 
New Releases
Pandamonium by Jade Buchanan $3.99
It's every man for himself when a panda shifter meets a big, bad polar bear who plays for keeps.
Protect and Serve: Mistletoe and Whine by Sharon Maria Bidwell $4.99
It's Christmas, but alas, Sam has more to whine about than plastic mistletoe.
Holidays Are Hell: Devil Under the Mistletoe by Sam Cheever $4.49
Perdition Guide Damian is supposed to escort sexy Amanda to Hell. But he'd much rather keep her.
Spotlight: Jingle All The Way by Judy Mays $7.99
Vampires and Santas and werewolves, oh my!
Santa's Helpers: Zarakion's Tip by Ayla Ruse $2.99
Delivery tips come in all shapes and sizes.
Santa's Helpers: Wolf Run by B.J. McCall $2.99
Stella's getting her Christmas wish, fur.
Santa's Helpers: Mistletoe Mistakes by Jocelyn Michel $2.99
Braving a blizzard, MJ drives to her mountain cabin. But there's a very sexy someone already there.
Santa's Helpers: Damned Santa by Marie Treanor $2.99
Has Santa Claus really been trapped in the ruined City of the Damned?
 
Now Available at www.ChangelingPress.com
Christmas Past 99¢ Sale -- Did you miss a Changeling Christmas Past?
All Holiday Howlz, Sugarplums, and White Hot Christmas stories now only 99¢
 
And the Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title on release day!
 
The best part -- all you have to do to get on Changeling's Naughty List is buy any Santa's Helpers Christmas title at www.ChangelingPress.com during the month of December and you're automatically entered to win.
 

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Demon's Kiss by Marie Treanor

 

Demon's Kiss

by Marie Treanor
Cover art: ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-642-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, Dark Desire
Length: Novella
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1593

Blurb:
Charlotte is a reformed bad girl, who releases her inner demons through art. But her talent and her disastrous decision to marry a "good" man have attracted powerful interference. When her painting comes to life and her own sexy demon invites her into the orgy she created on canvas, she realizes she can't deny her identity or her desires any longer.

Excerpt:
Demon's Kiss
Marie Treanor
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Marie Treanor

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.


Charlotte slammed her front door. She hurled her bag across the narrow hall and threw her jacket on top of the heap before striding through the tiny flat like a caged animal.
Trying to break up with someone who believed you were too stupid to know your own mind was infuriating. The old familiar demons were bursting out. She wanted to scream with rage and frustration, smash things, slap James' smug, patronizing face. She wanted to drink to excess and party the night away.
The very idea opened the floodgates of lust. Oh yes, sleazy party before screwing some hot stranger senseless.
Charlotte kicked the kitchen doorframe hard enough to chip the paint and grabbed the kettle, banging it on the counter to check for enough water, then smacking the switch to on.
No, she wouldn't let James do that to her. She wasn't going back there. But the truth was, it didn't matter how good a man James was, she wasn't sure enough of her own feelings anymore. She couldn't marry him.
Charlotte grabbed up her coffee, feeling it slop over her hand, but she ignored the pain as she marched out of the kitchen-living room and across to her small, cluttered bedroom. The painting took up most of one wall and it was ugly, if less disturbing, with its back to the room. Charlotte set down her coffee and turned the canvas around. Tonight, she needed desperately to paint the demons away. It didn't matter that she'd almost run out of canvas, she'd just keep painting over it.
She dragged the old wooden stool to her with one foot and reached for her brushes. She dived straight for the deep, sinful scarlet, lifted her red-dripping brush, and paused as she gazed upon her vision of hell. It was no inferno of agony and suffering; it was, simply, an orgy of pleasure.
In bright, vivid colors, she'd painted food that made your mouth water, goblets decorated with handsome little devils, full of rich, dark red wine. Naked bodies entwined in dance or sex littered the floor and the walls of her hell. Some wore the vacant smiles of chemical or alcohol-induced ecstasy, others expressions of fevered lust or sensual, cat-like satisfaction. One, bending over his tied lover, held a raised whip. A few were eating and drinking off the bodies of others. Many were joined in a tangle of limbs and mouths.
Charlotte couldn't help admiring what she'd done. She'd brought a vital, detailed vision to life, and boy did it provoke a reaction. As usual, she let herself gaze last on the central figure, like a reward.
Tall and splendid in his nakedness, he stood almost in the center of the picture, accepting as his due the besotted, beautiful women who clung to his legs. His luminous dark eyes gazed outward at Charlotte, his black, sloping eyebrows raised, his parted lips revealing the beginnings of a smile -- in all, an expression of such intense, knowing lust on his handsome face that Charlotte's long-celibate body responded in spite of herself. From his totally bald head, down his broad muscled shoulders and chest to his lean, suggestive hips and long, strong thighs, he was the personification of her own sexual need.
Her lust-demon.
His erection, mouth-wateringly long and proud, was thrust forward between the avid gazes of the kneeling women who caressed his thighs. Charlotte had begun painting him as James, to ease the need that couldn't be assuaged, and so he was white and handsome. The James she wanted him to be, all muscle and power and desire for her, only for her. But that wasn't really James and over the weeks, her lust-demon had changed. She no longer even thought of him as James, just the personification of her own wicked, long-denied desires.
He was all her demons rolled into one. Uncontrolled hedonism, sexuality, beauty. She wanted it all. And he was almost perfect.
She shifted on her stool as the wetness of desire flooded between her legs. Familiar heat spread outward, churning her, tingling every nerve. When she slowly lowered the red brush and reached instead for the white flesh-tones she'd already mixed, her pebbled nipples brushed achingly against the fabric of her shirt.
"Oh yes, you're mine," she whispered. "All mine. And I can make you do whatever I want..."
Awareness thrummed through her as she worked -- awareness that her own picture should not be the most powerful lust-object in her life; awareness of her own body as much as that of the demon she'd created. She admired the graceful flexibility of her slender wrist as she worked the brush; she gloried in every wriggle, every sensual movement of her hot, wicked body and the excited tingling of her pussy.
When she'd finished to her satisfaction, she stood up to admire her work, and smiled. Now it was perfect. Her beautiful, sexy demon wasn't just looking at her. He was reaching out for her, commanding her.
She gazed straight into his warm, knowing eyes, letting them heat her further. It was as close to sex as she was likely to get now she'd dumped James before the wedding. But she could imagine. Slowly, she cleaned her hands on the rag from the table and let it drop to the floor. She thought back to her wild student days, giving life and reality to the orgy she'd created on the canvas.
But she'd never had a lover like her beautiful demon. Or at least, if she had, she couldn't remember him. And one would remember him. He had strong features -- those sloping eyebrows, a long, thin nose, broad yet fine cheekbones and full, sensual lips that made her ache to feel them on her mouth, her skin... everywhere.

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1593

Monday, January 24, 2011

Wolf Hunt Collection by Marie Treanor

Wolf Hunt (Collection)


by Marie Treanor

Cover art: Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-500-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Collections

Theme(s): Werewolves

Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1535

Blurb:
Who’s hunting whom?


A man wakes up naked and alone in a city doorway -- with no memory of how he got there or who he is. For journalist Rose Winter, a wolf story begins to converge with the sexy naked man she’s trying to help. And a chain of events is set in motion that may change Earth’s future…

Human-wolf hybrids, created by a top secret government project, have been released into the world to find and destroy alien infiltrators. But once these soldiers begin to think for themselves, their missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties.

Publisher’s Note: This collection contains the previously released novellas Wolf Hunt, Forest Wolf, Cry for the Moon, and Galactic Wolf.

Excerpt:
Wolf Hunt (Collection)


Marie Treanor

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Marie Treanor

Excerpt from Urban Wolf



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.

"Hey, what's going on?"



The female voice seemed to cut through his skin. Clear, brisk, curious, with a warm pitch that spoke straight to his cock. Or would have, had that organ not been so shrivelled with rain and cold. A ripple moved through the hostile crowd. Voices muttered and he had to strain to catch the words.



"I know her. I'm sure I do."



"Who is she?"



"She's that girl on the newscreens. Shit, she's probably got a camera. I'm off..."



Threatening arms in the crowd lowered. Stones dropped casually on the ground with a scattering of dull thuds and several people drifted away.



A young woman emerged from the dispersing crowd, pushing down a rain hood to reveal luxuriant long hair of a bright and rare shade of amber, falling around a face that he supposed was beautiful. Certainly, her bone structure was exquisite, her lips full and tempting, her eyes large and brown...



But it wasn't her beauty or her melting eyes that truly caught his attention. It was her smell. Frowning, he tried to place it. Did he know her? Surely that scent was familiar... Something about it filled his mind with visions of naked, sweating bodies, mainly his own and hers.



She came to an abrupt halt and stared at him. Oh yes, she was highly fuckable, and yet, stronger than his upsurge of unexpected and inconvenient lust was the desire to put his hands around her elegant, swan-like neck and strangle her.



He flexed his fingers.



The older woman was explaining. "Art found him asleep in his doorway when he came home from night shift. Must be a drunk or a down-and-out, some kind of pervert too. Look at him!"



After her first flickering glance, the newcomer seemed to be rather determinedly focusing on his face. "He must be freezing," she said unexpectedly. In an instant, she'd stripped off her raincoat, revealing an orange bodysuit that seemed to match her hair, and bright, chunky beads around her throat. She advanced upon him.



He fell back, giving ground before her as he hadn't before the stone-throwing mob.



She paused. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?"



His throat closed up. Panic threatened to resurface. Her eyes searched his. Every hair on his body stood up in alarm. Though he'd no idea who she was, either, his every instinct was against trusting her.



"Where does he live?" she flung over her shoulder.



Silence and a few shrugs. "Why's he scared of her?" someone muttered.



Scared? Was he? Forcing himself, he stayed still when she took another step nearer to him. Maybe. But it felt like a powerful tug of lust. Mixed with an equally strong urge to exterminate her.



"He's not scared of her," answered another voice with a definite snigger. "He likes her."



She heard them. He could see it in the color soaring into her neck and face. He even admired the way she deliberately didn't so much as glance at his growing cock. And yet it didn't embarrass him. Perhaps he was an exhibitionist after all.


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1535

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Congratulations! New Reviews for Changeling Press


 

New Reviews for Changeling Press 05/17/2010
 
Congratulations to Belinda McBride, Anne Kane, Cynthia Sax, Marie Treanor, Amanda Steiger, Emma Ray Garrett and Kate Hill!


BAD ANGELS: HEAVEN (Belinda McBride)
Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The twists and turns in this one are absolutely marvelous.the sex is steamy and delightfully plentiful.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2010/ 05/bad-angels- heaven-by- belinda-mcbride. html

DRAGON KIN: CAPTIVE HEART (Anne Kane)
Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

...steaming passion, heart-touching compassion and genuine friendship that is truly a delight to read.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2010/ 05/dragon- kin-captive- heart-by- anne-kane. html

DRAGON LORD'S PRIZE (Cynthia Sax)
Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews
This was an engaging story that held my attention from page one. I am definitely adding Cynthia Sax to my list of must read authors.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2010/ 05/dragon- lords-prize- by-cynthia- sax.html

DRAGUL RISING (Marie Treanor)
Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

A passionate triad of stories bursting with sexual tension, political angst and intrigue, and engaging characters that will keep and ignite your interest.

http://www.joyfully reviewed. com/reviews/ May10/dragulrisi ng.mt.html

EYES OF THE WOLF (Amanda Steiger)
Four Roses from A Romance Review

[This] may be a short story, but it's not short on plot, character, and heat. This spicy read has the "ahhh..." factor readers want in their books.

http://www.aromance review.com/ reviews/index. php?app_state= show_event&bookid=19073

HEAVEN AND HELL (Emma Ray Garrett)
Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

...great sex scenes that left my mouth watering, as well as a great love story. The author's imagination really impressed me throughout this entire series.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2010/ 05/heaven- and-hell- by-emma-ray- garrett.html

IMPASSIONED (Kate Hill)
Four & ½ Roses from A Romance Review

...some dazzlingly good erotica. Juan and Tonia are engaging characters with sizzling chemistry. Well worth a read.

http://www.aromance review.com/ reviews/index. php?app_state= show_event&bookid=19649


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Rogue Warriors Collection by Marie Treanor

Rogue Warriors (Collection) by Marie  Treanor

Read an excerpt

Rogue Warriors (Collection)

by Marie Treanor
cover art by Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-358-3
Genre(s):
Series: Rogue Warriors
Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1370

Blurb:

A new war rages on Earth, and growing numbers of Dome City humans blame their immortal allies, the mysterious Dragul.
Jake Lindow is a rebel with a cause -- leading the band of outlaws who harry the Ministry in pursuit of peace, freedom and the end of Dragul domination. Kidnapping the beautiful Dragul, Crina, is part of Jake's plan; falling in love with her isn't.
Sorin, a powerful Dragul mind-specialist, is called in to investigate a violent prisoner of war whose abused mind needs all his skill to heal. For Sergeant Tanya Blake, attracted to Sorin's gorgeous, leather-clad body yet repelled by the power of his mind as it invades hers, is in the grip of desires that hover between sex and murder. As world leaders gather for a peace conference, Gina, sex-starved daughter of the Dragul king, has more personal goals -- a night of forbidden sensual pleasures before her political marriage to Sylvus, leader of the western Dragul. However, when Gina picks up not one sexy human lover but two, she risks security, peace and ultimately her own heart.
By the time the conference ends, Gina and her friends, the Dome and the world have changed forever. Excerpt:
Rogue Warriors
Marie Treanor
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Marie Treanor

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.
Crina's father observed, "You have stepped up your security."
Of course he would notice something like that. Dragul security was his primary concern and that had grown to encompass the security of the humans they tried to protect.
"Sadly, it has become necessary," the Minister replied grimly as he took his seat opposite the Dragul delegation. Refreshments were served by discreet staff. Crina, who was thirsty, accepted a glass of water with gratitude, then nearly gagged on the taste.
Recycled water, her father said inside her head -- not without enjoyment. Disgusting, isn't it?
Foul.
The Minister went on, "We have a malcontent element in the Dome who would do anything to bring down the government."
"Organized malcontents?" Aurel enquired.
"Very," said the Minister ruefully. "They've blown holes in the Dome itself, prevented troops departing, disrupted victory celebrations, stolen arms, even organized -- and protected! -- demonstrations against the government. These rebels give no thought to the war, or to what losing it would mean to us."
"Guess life here's so bad that they don't care."
Everyone stared at Crina in surprise. "Sorry," she said, without troubling to appear very convincing. "I meant to speak internally." In fact, she thought she'd achieved exactly what she meant to, which was to show her father that she couldn't be pushed around. Wherever he made her go, she'd still speak her mind and go her own way. And though she shut off her thoughts to him, his pale, piercing eyes revealed that he'd got the message.
Until Eve observed, "The child has a point."
Crina frowned at her in annoyance, but Eve's attention was on the Minister, who said irritably, "I am fighting a war!"
A conveniently distant war, Crina thought cynically. It was being fought largely over the off-shore islands and had not yet penetrated the mainland, never mind the Dome itself.
Eve pointed out, "You've made a lot of unpalatable changes in pursuit of that war. Freedom of speech, gathering, news, movement -- all casualties."
"We have done what is necessary. Sacrifices for the greater good."
"Maybe, but you haven't sold it to the people, have you? What do your rebels want? Their freedoms back?"
"The majority of people understand and approve," the Minister said with dignity. A flash of malice crossed his face and was gone. "And one of their stated aims is, in fact, repudiation of our alliance with the Dragul."
"Well," Aurel murmured, after a few moments of silence. "It has always been a voluntary alliance."
"And we have no intention of changing that," the Minister assured him hastily, afraid, clearly that his jibe had backfired. "I mentioned it only to show you how impossible these people are to deal with!"
"Well," Eve suggested, "Decide what you're willing to give and negotiate with them. It would make your life easier to have them on your side. Why not allow them more freedoms, ease their discontent? They'll be happier then with your association with us."
"Might I remind you that these are internal matters and not subject to Dragul scrutiny?"
Eve flushed slightly, much to Crina's amusement. Clearly she hadn't quite forgotten her old allegiance to this place, to troublesome humanity.
"It's hardly scrutiny," Aurel objected. "The queen is merely offering advice from a depth of experience necessarily greater than your own. You are under no obligation to listen to it, far less to take it. As always, we speak as friends, no more and no less."
He was an impressive bastard, her father. Not for the first time, Crina was torn between resentment and admiration. It seemed impossible to best him, equally impossible to convince him that he wasn't always right.
Changing the subject, Crina asked, "So who are these rebels? How did they come together?"
"Jake Lindow," said the Minister with loathing.
"Their leader?" Eve asked.
The Minister nodded. "He was a soldier -- an officer in fact -- dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders in battle. He came home, presumably with a chip on his shoulder, and seems to be a magnet for other malcontents. Unfortunately he brings military precision and weapons knowledge to this ramshackle crew and they operate with an efficiency that can be worrying. So far we've captured none of them. We know he has his old sergeant with him -- Rose Dando. And a mutant from the City of the Damned, also an ex-soldier. A few known outlaws and a lot more unknowns who help him. He moves around the Dome, hiding out in various lofts and cellars, sewers and maintenance tunnels. We've found traces only after he's moved on. But we will get him one day...”
After this statement which sounded more like a prayer, the Minister seemed to pull himself together. "Anyway. He is the reason for the added security you noticed. We blocked off the roads to hide your arrival -- since they are so opposed to Dragul, extra protection for you is considered necessary."
"But our arrival wasn't completely hidden," Crina objected.
"I think you'll find it was," said the Minister irritably. "The buildings around here are all secure government offices or storehouses. Trust me, from the moment you entered the Dome, no one without security clearance has seen you."
Crina wondered if the three people on top of the tall roof had security clearance. But before she could enquire, the Minister had moved on to arrangements for tomorrow's meeting with the full Ministry. Crina stifled a yawn.
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Sunday, March 07, 2010

Dragul Rising by Marie Treanor


Dragul Rising (Collection)

by Marie Treanor
cover art by Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-344-6
Genre(s): Collections
Length: Collection
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Blurb:
The Dragul are as old as the Earth. Once, they retreated before the ignorant onslaught of men. Now they're back.

As the world recovers from nuclear holocaust, two cities vie for the right to colonize the empty Highlands. Beth, a restless scientist from the City of the Damned, is sent to test the environment. When she encounters the living embodiment of her erotic dreams -- a golden winged man -- her whole life is thrown into confusion.

As the secret of the Dragul emerges, the half-human vampire Michael takes time out of his mission to their kingdom to rescue Danna, the beautiful shapeshifting Dragon Dancer. Attraction between them is so powerful that Danna begins to believe he is her One -- which would be an unthinkable tragedy when he is already bound to another woman.

Eve, beautiful, clever, visionary, leads a delegation from the human Dome City. She is used to succeeding, but she has never before encountered an opponent like the King of the Dragul. Dark, brooding and overwhelmingly powerful, King Vasil walks a lonely path, dedicated to serving and caring for his people. He is happy to battle Eve with wits, sex and ultimately love, for a prize that turns out to be larger than anyone had previously imagined. Nothing will ever be the same.

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Dragul Rising
Marie Treanor
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Marie Treanor

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The shadow outside spread its wings across her bedroom window, filling her with intense joy. She sat up in bed, smiling her welcome, and the shadow folded and shimmered through the darkness until it rested instead on the inside.
Not a huge bat or a rare golden eagle as she had once stupidly imagined him, but a beautiful, winged man -- her winged man, totally and gorgeously naked.
Gracefully, he folded his wings behind him like a cloak, and stood very still, consuming her with his dark, grey eyes. Eyes that glistened with lust and power in equal measure. Eyes that melted her with memory and anticipation.
Instinctively, she reached up her trembling arms for him, urgent, pleading, and he smiled, moving at last toward her with slow, sensuous grace.
The bed sank under his weight, but he didn't allow her embrace. Instead, he took both her hands and laid them on his hot, hard cock. Her breath caught. Without intending to, she wrapped her hands more securely around the huge, still-growing shaft and squeezed. A faint twitch of the lips was the only acknowledgement he gave. His own hands had already pulled open the tie of her night shirt, exposing her breasts.
With slow deliberation, he reached out to stroke her nipple. Instantly, it hardened into a begging peak. He lowered his golden head and covered it with his mouth, languorously sucking. At the same time, he took her other breast in his hand and kneaded it until she moaned aloud, tugging his cock in unconscious reflex.
He moved then, with easy, overwhelming strength that brushed aside her hands and brooked no argument -- not that he was getting one. Fluidly, he pressed her back into the pillows and covered her with his big body, parting her legs with his knee so that he could push his massive cock inside her.
She gasped at the first contact, whimpered as he entered her, then moaned with sheer, unbearable pleasure as he slid slowly all the way inside. Always, it was this way when he came to her. His hands set her on fire. She began to come as soon as he touched her pussy. Yet he carried on pleasuring her as he did now, stirring her in leisurely fashion with the circular caresses of his cock, while he dragged his teeth across her throat to tease and bite her nape. And all the while, his bold, sensitive fingers plundered her breasts.
Deep in the throes of the orgasm that seemed to go on forever, she raked her fingers through his hair, pulling it loose from the thread that confined it, and driving on around his neck and shoulders to his back. She found his wings, hard and leathery to the touch, and for the first time, his breath quickened obviously. He thrust into her a little harder, and her convulsing pussy tried to hold him, massage him. Her pleasure heightened impossibly, engulfing her in another tidal wave. Crying out, she reached below his wing to that gossamer soft underside, delicate as a bee's wing, and stroked.
A sound like a growl came from his throat. He ground his hips so closely into hers, she thought they would merge. Pressing back, she grasped some remaining self-control and squeezed him. He groaned as he pulled back and thrust, pulled back and thrust, slowly still, yet with new, determined power that ravished her all over again. Still caressing his gorgeous wing with one hand, she reached further down with her other until she found his tight, thrusting buttocks and pressed him into her as she bucked her hips upward into his.
She cried out again as his teeth nipped her neck, burying her own in the hot, damp skin of his shoulder. His rhythm increased, pounding her as she lay helpless beneath him in a massive avalanche of bliss. When his groans of pleasure became that ultimate shout of triumph, it was so loud she was sure her parents would hear, and yet she could no more think of stopping him, or herself, than she could give up breathing.
Slowly, he lifted his mouth from her neck, his face still clouded with passion, his eyes misted and blind with sexual pleasure as they gazed down into hers. But only when the embers of the fire died down did he finally lower his head once more and take her mouth in his for a first kiss.
It was enough to seduce her sated body once more. Feeling it, he smiled against her lips, licked them, drove his tongue into her mouth.
"Again," he commanded, his deep, low voice sending fresh shivers of anticipation coursing through her entire body, coming to rest at last on the part of her that gripped his still bone-hard shaft. His hand swept down the length of her thigh and back up on the inside until his fingers found her pussy and teased around the skin that wrapped him. "I'm going to make you come again."
A moan broke from her mouth into his, half anticipation, half plea. Words, it seemed, were beyond her.
And then the light snapped on.
Her mother's voice said, "Beth? Are you all right?"
Her heart thundered in her breast. Her nipples ached. Between her legs was wetness, hot pleasure and raging desire. But her arms were empty.
"Beth?"
Under her mother's concern, she had to squeeze her eyes shut and pretend it was the light that bothered her.
"I'm sorry," she managed. "I was dreaming."
"Again?" Frowning, April sank down on the bed, in exactly the spot he had first sat. "What was it this time?"
A pause, then: "I don't remember. I never remember."
But she did. She always remembered. Every look, every tiny caress, every massive pleasure. The trouble was, she couldn't go on like this, living vicariously through wild, sexy dreams. She needed a real lover. It was time to forget the shadow, her beautiful winged man, and move on.
And fortunately, she was not the helpless, passive slave to passion that she always was in her dreams. She was strong, the daughter of two gifted parents, and she knew how to forget. All she really needed was the will.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Wolf Hunt 3: Galactic Wolf by Marie Treanor



Wolf Hunt 3: Galactic Wolf


by Marie Treanor

cover art by Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-278-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella


Blurb:
As the Earth wolves are freed and the truth revealed, the Gardenians panic and bring forward their invasion. They send a fleet of star ships, led by the troublesome young Senator Cereza.


Cereza, mindful of her career as well as her duty, takes her responsibilities seriously. But she lets herself be distracted for long enough to capture the mysterious space pirate Captain who's been terrorizing Gardenians on the frontier for months.



Yuri doesn't even know his own name when he first meets her, but from the beginning, she confuses his instinctive mission to eliminate Gardenians. Taking her hostage to ensure the safety of his crew is necessary. Educating her in what he's learned of Earth's situation seems sensible. Seducing her isn't part of his plan, not when his wolf is liable to tear her apart. But their lust is powerful and has consequences that go far beyond their own emotions. The fate of two peoples is balanced in their hands.

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"Commander Krysant of patrol ship three-one-seven," Azale announced.



Cereza blinked. "That was quick."



"I used your name and rank to good effect," Azale said wryly. "Will that be all?"



"Yes, of course. If we've got them all, let's resume course."



As Azale departed, she indicated the seat on the opposite side of her desk. "Please, sit. Are you hurt at all?"



"Only in my professional pride, letting my ship be seized by trickery," snarled Krysant, easing himself into the chair. His eyes and hair had a soft pinkish tinge that contrasted almost alarmingly with his craggy, angry face.



"What happened? Who did it?"



"The captain!"



"Captain who?"



"How the..." Krysant started to fume before forcing himself with obvious difficulty to calm down. He contented himself with a glare. "You don't know what's been going on out here, do you?"



"Not exactly. It's not my area of responsibility."



Krysant frowned. "Then you haven't come to nail the bastard?"



"Sorry. We have a larger mission than one space pirate. But I will report the incident to all the relevant authorities on Gardenia..."



Krysant snorted. "Hope you've better luck than I did. Does nobody on Gardenia know about this guy?"



"I'm sure the appropriate authorities do," she soothed. "But no, it's not general knowledge. You'd better tell me."



Krysant sighed, drumming his fingers on the desk as he reported in words he'd clearly used before. "He sprang to life here from nowhere just a few months ago. Alien ship, not as fast as ours but nimbler, very precise weapons-targeting. He recruited a few frontier scumbags on the shady side of the law to crew it, and began attacking every vessel he passed. Boards them all, personally. Some he lets go -- which contributes to his hero status -- others are seized, plundered --"



"He has hero status?" Cereza interrupted. "How come?"



"Because he steals so sodding much! He pays his crew, repairs his ship and gives the rest to the scaff and raff of the frontier planets. As a result, they hide him and his crew, deny all knowledge of their whereabouts. Meanwhile the captain goes on seizing Gardenian ships --"



"He only seizes Gardenian ships?" Cereza interrupted again.



"No, but it's largely the Gardenians he sticks in the local prisons. The ones he doesn't kill, that is."



Cereza closed her mouth. "He's killed Gardenians?"



"Several. Some who've survived say he's a wild animal. I can see why. It all contributes to the legend." He snorted.



The commander's anger began to seem very understandable, because it went well beyond his own humiliating experience. "And you've heard nothing from Gardenia? No support in dealing with this?"



"Not a hoot."



"Madness! Your communications can't be getting through!"



"They're through." Krysant stared at her with barely concealed insolence. "Sitting under some senator's silver cup."



Her frown deepened, because she couldn't dispute his belief with any conviction. Inefficiency was rife in Gardenian government -- officials dealt only with the matters which would bring them wealth or glory. Frontier space pirates were less interesting than the possible assimilation of a new planet.



And Earth was certainly more important in the bigger picture for overcrowded Gardenia. But leaving her compatriots to die was not just callous in Cereza's mind, it was impossible.



She stood abruptly. "I want everything you have on this pirate. Presumably he's not stupid enough to attack a military convoy of this size, so we'll have to lay ourselves out as bait. I want you to liaise with Commander Azale."



Krysant stumbled to his feet, staring at her with mingled hope and suspicion in his tired eyes.



"You're going to get him?"



"Yes," said Cereza with conviction. "I'm going to get him."


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Sunday, October 04, 2009

Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf by Marie Treanor



Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf
by Marie Treanor

cover art by ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-277-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella


Blurb:

The wolf hunt intensifies -- but when missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties, who's hunting whom?
As the Earth government unleashes its werewolves to track down the alien infiltrators, those in command of the invaders strike back. When Louis, their android servant, encounters the werewolf Linnet, whose mission is to kill his masters, he discovers that aliens and werewolves have something in common after all -- the need to destroy the Project that created such mutants.
But Louis' primary command is to serve and protect the very invaders Linnet must defeat. Worse, Linnet's wolf is in season, and she desperately wants Louis. He's fully capable of pleasuring her, and he's programmed to follow orders, but is it right to make use of a sentient being, android or not, just to fulfill her sexual needs?
Louis has been programmed to learn from his environment, adapt, and evolve, and Linnett's about to discover he has some needs of his own...

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Louis stopped and stood perfectly still. All his sensors confirmed the intruder's presence in the forest, and now he had a more definite fix on its location. Turning thirty degrees to the left, he set off again through the trees.
As he walked, he noted the dark reds and browns and golds of the autumn leaves, and the way the colors altered subtly with every wink of sun between the thick branches. With another part of his highly capable brain, he decided to wait until he had more information before informing his masters of the intruder's presence.
His flexible-soled boots made very little sound on the soft carpet of the forest floor. The tiny cracks of dry twigs could have been made by the same small woodland animals that watched him warily from behind the undergrowth, sniffing the air to try and catch his scent, to work out who and what he was.
Ignoring them, Louis strode with quick, sure strides toward the low, even breathing of the intruder. He pushed aside a heavy branch and found her.
She lay asleep at the foot of a tree, curtained off from casual observation by its low, spreading branches. A worn, dirty blanket covered her, revealing only a mop of black hair above the shapeless, woolen hump.
Louis hadn't expected a woman. He hadn't even been sure the intruder was human when he'd first picked up the presence. It had been more like some strange animal, although the readings had been confused. Swiftly checking, he discovered they were still confused, almost, but not quite, as if she used some kind of masking. All he could tell was that she was alive, female and mostly human. Definitely not Gardenian.
She slept peacefully enough, giving off no sign of pain or injury, although Louis couldn't think of any other reason for her to be sleeping in the forest in the middle of the morning. Questions as to how she got over the electrified fence into this private land, and why, would wait until he'd ascertained her health. Silently, Louis covered the three paces to her prone body, and crouched beside her. Taking the edge of the blanket in his hand, he drew it back from her face.
She was aesthetically pleasing, her features small and even. From her dark-shadowed eyelids, her lashes curved long and thick and dark against the creamy pallor of her cheek. Her mouth was generous and full-lipped, her chin slightly pointed. A strong face, not a weak or a vulnerable one. There was no reason for Louis's unexpected urge to protect her, and perhaps that was what distracted him.
She was fast. Before he registered she was awake, let alone moved to react, she had sprung from the blanket, throwing a vicious punch that connected with his jaw. Then she leapt on him.
Louis rolled until she was under him, her naked body bucking furiously while her fists thudded one after the other into his palms and were held immovable. He bore her hands down to the ground on either side of her head, and when she spat at him, merely wiped the spittle off his cheek with his shoulder.
Her dark brown eyes, the shape of almonds, burned into his with animal fury. But the excitement of aggression faded fast into desperation, even fear, as she realized her helplessness. Not that she gave up. Her body twisted under him, trying to use flexibility to escape his greater weight.
Louis waited for her to work it out, patiently holding her rigid, straining hands above her head. "I won't hurt you," he said calmly. "But you have to stop struggling."
His words seemed to have the opposite effect. "Get off me, you bastard!" she snarled, increasing her efforts. "I'm warning you!"
She didn't appear to see the humour in warning an opponent who so clearly had the upper hand, so Louis refrained from smiling. However, he knew enough of her now to be suspicious when her struggles stopped abruptly.
"I warned you." Before the last word was out, her nose and mouth began to elongate and combine. Hair began to sprout on her arms, her chest, neck and face. Her body swelled beneath him, gaining in mass and strength, and suddenly he wasn't wrestling a slight if strong woman, but a huge, angry wolf.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Wolf Hunt 1: Urban Wolf by Marie Treanor



Wolf Hunt 1: Urban Wolf
by Marie Treanor

cover art by Kassie Thrace
ISBN: 978-1-60521-276-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella

Blurb:
A man wakes up naked and alone in a city doorway -- with no memory of how he got there or who he is. The locals assume he's a drunken pervert and try to drive him away. Only journalist Rose Winter believes he's more than that, but even she isn't prepared for the truth.

Following up a story, Rose finds herself hunted through the city at night by a giant wolf. As her wolf story begins to converge with her sexy naked man, her own secret becomes impossible to keep. Loyalty and duty can't prevent these enemies from becoming lovers on the run, but they both know their love is doomed as much by their own nature as by interplanetary politics.
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"Hey, what's going on?"
The female voice seemed to cut through his skin. Clear, brisk, curious, with a warm pitch that spoke straight to his cock. Or would have, had that organ not been so shrivelled with rain and cold. A ripple moved through the hostile crowd. Voices muttered and he had to strain to catch the words.
"I know her. I'm sure I do."
"Who is she?"
"She's that girl on the newscreens. Shit, she's probably got a camera. I'm off..."
Threatening arms in the crowd lowered. Stones dropped casually on the ground with a scattering of dull thuds and several people drifted away.
A young woman emerged from the dispersing crowd, pushing down a rain hood to reveal luxuriant long hair of a bright and rare shade of amber, falling around a face that he supposed was beautiful. Certainly, her bone structure was exquisite, her lips full and tempting, her eyes large and brown...
But it wasn't her beauty or her melting eyes that truly caught his attention. It was her smell. Frowning, he tried to place it. Did he know her? Surely that scent was familiar... Something about it filled his mind with visions of naked, sweating bodies, mainly his own and hers.
She came to an abrupt halt and stared at him. Oh yes, she was highly fuckable, and yet, stronger than his upsurge of unexpected and inconvenient lust was the desire to put his hands around her elegant, swan-like neck and strangle her.
He flexed his fingers.
The older woman was explaining. "Art found him asleep in his doorway when he came home from night shift. Must be a drunk or a down-and-out, some kind of pervert too. Look at him!"
After her first flickering glance, the newcomer seemed to be rather determinedly focusing on his face. "He must be freezing," she said unexpectedly. In an instant, she'd stripped off her raincoat, revealing an orange bodysuit that seemed to match her hair, and bright, chunky beads around her throat. She advanced upon him.
He fell back, giving ground before her as he hadn't before the stone-throwing mob.
She paused. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
His throat closed up. Panic threatened to resurface. Her eyes searched his. Every hair on his body stood up in alarm. Though he'd no idea who she was, either, his every instinct was against trusting her.
"Where does he live?" she flung over her shoulder.
Silence and a few shrugs. "Why's he scared of her?" someone muttered.
Scared? Was he? Forcing himself, he stayed still when she took another step nearer to him. Maybe. But it felt like a powerful tug of lust. Mixed with an equally strong urge to exterminate her.
"He's not scared of her," answered another voice with a definite snigger. "He likes her."
She heard them. He could see it in the color soaring into her neck and face. He even admired the way she deliberately didn't so much as glance at his growing cock. And yet it didn't embarrass him. Perhaps he was an exhibitionist after all.




Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Steamy Nights by Marie Treanor




Steamy Nights
by Marie Treanor

cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-101-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Time Travel, History Rewritten
Length: Montage



Blurb:


Love, lust, and revenge, woven through the twisted chaos of time…
Fighting for her life in Edinburgh's dark, dangerous streets, Miri stabs the wrong man -- and ends up in his arms, sparking a sequence of events that alters history, with catastrophic consequences.
Wrongfully exiled from his own dimension, Caratacus is determined to find a way home. But that’s going to be difficult using only nineteenth century steam technology -- even more difficult when distracted by the sort of steam he creates with Miri!
Before he can go home, he has to set things right. That means hunting down a Jack the Ripper copycat, prevent Robert Louis Stevenson from becoming an engineer, and help a brutal, game-playing civilization protect itself from cannibals -- all without destroying the intense but fragile love he's found with Miri.
After that, reversing time should be easy.




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“You’re a funny bastard,” Campbell observed. “What will you do now? Will they let you back in to the university?”
Caratacus shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve learned all I need.”
They stared at him. “Trust me,” Dixon stated. “You need your degree.”
Caratacus only shrugged again, and glanced in his jug. “I’ve run out of beer.”
“Thirsty work down here,” Campbell agreed with a grin. “We’re going to Dixon’s. He’s got beer.”
“Come with us,” Dixon offered, poking Caratacus in the ribs.
Campbell threw his arm around Miri’s waist, hugging her to his side as he added, “But you might have to bring your own girl. Unless my miniature joy here --”
“I can’t,” Caratacus interrupted. “I’m busy.”
Something surged through Miri. She couldn’t work out if it was disappointment or relief. She rather liked being treated not like a whore. Except for some reason, it made her wonder how he would treat her body. If he had any interest in it. She was damaged goods, of course, but even respectable men didn’t find that so unattractive. After all, she knew how to please them.
With her head on Campbell’s shoulder, she regarded her host with more than a touch of regret. The beauty of his face, the strength of his body, all appealed to her. And his strangeness didn’t frighten her. It intrigued her.
But as they all made their way up the stone steps in front of him, his eyes neither sought her out nor avoided her with embarrassment. Which left her with the oddly lowering conclusion that he was polite but completely disinterested.
Unless he had no money? He probably spent it all on his ridiculous machine. And she had already sold herself to the other three students for a few coppers and a plate of soup.
Lost in thought, she started when her shawl landed on her shoulders. Glancing up, she saw Caratacus close behind her.
“You forgot it,” he said mildly. “And it’s cold outside.”
Her mind tricked her. It imagined his face without glasses, suffused with physical pleasure. It saw him naked behind her like this, but holding her, his clever, oil-stained hands on her breasts, while he pushed his cock inside her. And it felt good, better than…
She blinked the vision away. He still gazed at her, a faint, quizzical smile in his dark green eyes. She’d never seen eyes that precise color before. Perhaps it was a trick of the spectacles. Embarrassed, almost panicked by the heat coursing through her, she dropped her gaze.
Sometimes, I give free shots. You could have one.
He didn’t want her; he’d be disgusted. She couldn’t bear either reaction. Besides, he probably had a nice young lady waiting for him. She scurried after the others, forgetting to thank him for the shawl, and the bread and beer.
Only as Campbell dragged her out the front door did she recover enough to give Caratacus a smile and a wink over her shoulder. Though the door closed on him very quickly, she could almost have sworn he winked back.







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Monday, December 29, 2008

City of the Damned Collection by Marie Treanor





City of the Damned (Collection)
by Marie Treanor

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-125-1
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves
Series: City of the Damned
Length: Collection



Blurb:


In the depths of nuclear winter a self-sufficient cop leaves the safety of her Dome City and travels north in search of her missing brother. In the City of the Damned, where radiation poisoning has created new mutant species, April sets off a chain of events and deceptions destined to change the life of all the city’s inhabitants.
For Max, who has felt little but blood thirst for many years, the blinding sexual pleasure he experiences with April becomes an obsession. When wolf and vampire collide, one will be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice, for the survival of their world.
Like wolves, the lupi mate for life. As for vampires… they mate for something more…


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Lara knew he was watching her.She couldn’t see him, and she refused to turn and look, but still she knew. The tiny hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Her scalp tingled, and all her senses sprang to full alert. All except hearing, which was still being battered into submission by the raucous music shaking the whole building. She’d been wary enough entering this weird club in the first place, but she had been a cop back at the Dome long enough to trust her instincts, which positively shrieked at her now to take great, great care.Poised for any action necessary, she forced her foot to continue tapping out the music’s relentless beat. She began a wide sweep with her eyes, taking in the heaving mass of gyrating bodies directly in front of her. Beyond them, on a raised and precariously vibrating stage, was the band -- a very small collection of wild and unkempt individuals to be responsible for such a huge noise.Lara’s eyes lifted to the high rafters under the crumbling roof, from which hung large braziers that scattered leaping flame lights and shadows across the walls and the faces below. Halfway up to the ceiling, a platform ran the whole way around the hall, making a mezzanine floor round which several people prowled. Some leaned there against a very temporary-looking grill in order to gaze greedily down at the sweating dancers, as if searching for prey -- which they probably were. Of one kind or another.But the eyes observing her weren’t up there. They were -- directly behind her.Spinning on her heel, her fist clenched and ready, she caught a flash of silver light, the tiniest, blurred glimpse of a swiftly moving figure, before another man blocked her view by standing mere inches in front of her.“Hey, looking for someone?” the obstruction asked, grinning. He shouted expertly over the din of the music, without appearing to use excessive effort. He was big, chunky, mostly muscle. Yet his smile reminded Lara of a snake.“Actually, yes,” she murmured, peering past him.There he is. A tall young man with long hair that glinted peculiarly silver in the club’s weird light. There’s my man. He made no effort to hide himself now, which made her wonder if he ever had. His face looked pale in the strange, flickering light, with heavily hooded eyes and deeply shadowed hollows beneath rather delicate cheekbones. He wore a light-colored leather jacket, maybe grey, and jeans that stretched tight across his thighs and hips. He looked lean and dangerously hungry. With his shoulder against a concrete pillar, he gazed directly at her.He was certainly worth gazing back at. The words lithe, predatory and raw crossed Lara’s mind. So did beautiful, but she managed to squash that one before it fully surfaced.“Anyone in particular?” enquired the chunky snake annoyingly. A group of young people wandered past, blocking Lara’s view, and reluctantly she shifted her attention back to her interlocutor.“Very particular,” she returned. She thought he was staff. Some kind of bouncer. Either way, he gave off the air of knowing.He smiled again. “Perhaps I can introduce you. I know several very nice -- and not so nice -- men who want to meet you.”“They’re not my kind,” Lara said impatiently. The snake, clearly, was the club pimp. In the Dome, she’d already have arrested him. Here she just looked beyond him once more, but the man with silver hair had gone. A pang of disappointment twisted through her stomach. Oh well, interest stirred and interest died. It wasn’t as if she was prepared to pursue it anyway. But hell, it had been nice to look.“Wow!” said the snake. “Swift decision-making, I like that! Well then, what is your kind? Whatever it is, I can help. A young boy? An older woman? A vampire to suck your blood? Or a willing man who’ll let you suck his? A werewolf to…”“A werewolf?” Lara interrupted, staring at him. “For God’s sake, what sort of perverts do you encourage here?”“All sorts,” the snake replied frankly. “Werewolves are particularly popular. They can fuck all night. And, baby, I mean all night. So if you change your mind, just let me know.”A little shiver ran down Lara’s spine. His coarse words struck an unexpected chord in her, an ache of secret loneliness and frustration, a sudden rush of lust not dissociated from the silver-haired young man. Now him she probably wouldn’t mind in the least fucking her all night. But some arsehole who thought he was a werewolf? Or, even worse, some other arsehole who imagined women wanted him to be a werewolf! Dear God, she’d rather cross her legs and take a vow of celibacy.Dragging her mind back to the moment as her chunky snake began to move away, she said, “Hey. I am looking for a man, tallish, thirty years old, short black hair, glasses, mole on his right cheek…”The pimp blinked. “Particular? You weren’t kidding!”“Know one like that? Anywhere in the city. I’d pay you whether he’s yours or not.”“Can’t see moles in this light,” said the snake dryly.“All right. What about a blond girl, mid-twenties, pouty lips, heart tattoo on her left shoulder? Pretty, curvy, looks like a fallen angel…”“I fancy her already.”“I’ll take that as a no.”Lara felt tired. She was wasting her time here too. Even the promising instinct when she had felt herself being watched had turned out to be nothing more than an attack of lust, no doubt reciprocated. But since she had neither the time nor the stupidity to screw strangers in this God-forsaken city, it was time she went back to the lodge and began her search afresh in the morning.Ignoring the snake’s leer, she swung round and began to push her way through the dancers toward the exit.He emerged from nowhere. One moment she saw only a sea of swaying, writhing bodies, reluctantly parting to let her through, the next, he stood in front of her, quite still. The silver blond hair fell forward over his forehead, stirring faintly with the motion of the dancers.Lara’s hand, halfway up to push at the next shoulder, paused in mid-air. Shadows from the braziers above flickered crazily across his lean face, emphasizing the dark hollows below his cheekbones. His eyes, strangely pale, reflective eyes, glinted orange in the flaring light. They gazed straight down into hers, paralyzing her.Oh yes, interest definitely stirred. He had something, some power of personality or sexual magnetism. He hadn’t even spoken to her and yet she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. Too long without a man, Lara…Slowly, he reached up toward her poised hand. Shocked at last out of her paralysis, Lara quickly balled it into a fist. But his movement changed, suddenly quickened, so that before she could even twitch in defense, his big hand closed over her knuckles.His touch was electric. Astonishment prevented her from even trying to fight back, and in fact there was nothing aggressive about his grip. It was firm, but light, allowing her to escape easily if she wanted to. But curiosity -- yes, truly, curiosity -- kept her still. As a sop to her pride, she lifted one interrogative eyebrow at him. She meant it to be haughty, though she doubted it turned out that way for in response his lips -- full, expressive lips -- only curved upwards as if she had granted some kind of permission. He lifted his other hand toward her, palm upwards. Slowly, without really meaning to, Lara laid her own free hand in it.
Excerpt from Loving the Wolf


Saturday, November 15, 2008

Steamy Nights 1: Machinations by Marie Treanor



STEAMY NIGHTS 1: MACHINATIONSBy MARIE TREANOR
Coming 13th November from Changeling Press

Scotland, 1868: In Edinburgh's menacing, old-town district, prostitutes are mysteriously disappearing. Fighting for her life in the dark of the night, Miri stabs the wrong man -- an eccentric University student named Caratacus -- and ends up in his arms. Although he's determined to find a way to get back to his own dimension, Caratacus lets Miri distract him long enough to try to put an end to the killings. But she knows that's all she is -- a distraction. How can a penniless whore hope to make him forget his lost love? And will his amazing steam-powered machines save Edinburgh -- or destroy it?
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Tonight, "Auld Reekie" lived up to its name.
Miri shivered in the dank mist that clung to her hair and clothes and almost entirely obliterated the dismal street ahead. She wondered if she should risk approaching the one faint glow in the dark -- which had to be the World's End pub -- and find some warmth.
The trouble was, you got better trade through discretion. Men were warier of paying for their pleasures in front of friends. And God knew she needed customers tonight. Billie would be furious if she didn't bring in some money. She really didn't want to give him an excuse to rage, or to sell her on, not now with all this going on…
And as her unquiet stomach reminded her, another day without food would leave her weak and open to illness.
Miri drew her thin, shabby shawl more closely around her, and shifted from one foot to another in a vain attempt to prevent the damp seeping through the holes in her ancient boots.
She thought she heard something -- a shuffling sound muffled by the thick, smoke-laden fog. It came from behind her, at the steep steps leading down to the least savory part of the city. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, forcing her into motion.
She took a few hurried steps forward, nearer the pub's welcoming glow, careful to keep hold of the small, sharp scissors in her pocket.
How are customers meant to see me in this pea-soup? she wondered miserably. Why are none of them on the street yet?
Because they're all safe and cozy in the pubs, gossiping with delicious shivers, no doubt, about the disappearing girls. Like Jeanie.
Her empty stomach twisted. The loss of her friend and mentor was huge. She missed her companionship, her laughter, her sheer practical good-sense. She hated to imagine what had happened to Jeanie and to the others… This was Edinburgh's old town -- rank, filthy, smoky, riddled with dark passages and grim corners where murder could be done without interruption…
Three men loomed out of the mist, almost on top of her. Startled, she fell back with a silent gasp of terror...

Machinations by Marie Treanor will be released on November 13th at Changeling Press.
:) Marie

Marie Treanor
Haunting Romance
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Steaming up Victorian Scotland:
Steamy Nights 1:Machinations, Coming 13th November from Changeling Press.