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Dying Room Only by Renee George (MMF Menage)
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Dying for a White Christmas by Renee George (MMF Menage)

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Excerpt: Overflow by Zenobia Renquist

Overflow
Wet, Book 4 (multi-author series)
by Zenobia Renquist

eBook BIN: 06052-01942
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Magical Creatures, Ménage (MFM), Interracial/Multicultural
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Length: Novella

Between the devil and the deep.

Lulu and Hotsuma should be enjoying a happy married life but trouble continues to follow them. Masato is back and his reappearance puts Hotsuma in danger again. In exchange for his silence about his return, Masato makes an indecent proposal Lulu cannot help but accept. To make matters worse, someone else has found out about Hotsuma’s powers and is willing to end those powers, and possibly Hotsuma with them, if Lulu doesn’t meet his demands. She’s in over her head and the water is steady rising. Luck and love won’t solve the problem this time, but maybe help from an unlikely option will.

Author's Note: This book is a direct sequel to Undercurrent.

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"I hate you."

"So, is that a vote for putting everything out in the open and getting the ball rolling on the re-imprisonment of Uncle, your divorce, and the downfall of Voda?"

Her shoulders slumped, and she let her hands drop to her sides. He'd won and he knew it. She had no choice. She didn't have the power to go against the Mizuno family to protect Hotsuma and Voda. She probably never would. There was only one thing she could do.

Masato pulled the towel open and let it drop. His gaze roamed over her body as he licked his lips. "Oh, yes. I can be very distracted with you. But not yet." He glanced at the bedroom door. "Looks like Uncle is on his way back."

Lulu couldn't stop her sigh of relief but she bristled when Masato laughed.

"That's not a reprieve, sweetheart. You'll be seeing me again. When you do, I'll have you screaming with pleasure just like earlier." His laughter got louder as he walked back into the bathroom.

She snatched up her towel and wrapped it around her body before running after him and slamming the door shut.

Hotsuma entered the bedroom and frowned at her. "Lulu?"

She forced herself to smile. "Sorry. I tried to swing the door closed it and misjudged my strength. Did the phone call go okay?"

A haunted expression crossed Hotsuma's face. "Fine. The family is stressing about nothing, as usual."

"Get some sleep. You look tired."

"You too." He opened his arms.

Lulu crossed the room and embraced him with all her strength. She welcomed the feel of his arms around her, blotting out the memory of Masato and what he'd done. "I guess we've both had a busy day."

"Yes we have." He sighed and gave her a squeeze before releasing her. "Tomorrow will be even busier for me."

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I am familiar with hotel management."

"Yes, you are, and you know I will. For now, I can handle it. But thank you." He kissed her forehead and then walked to the bathroom.

Lulu wanted to cry out for him to stop. She held her breath when he opened the door and walked in. When no angered yelling started, she assumed Masato had left.

Masato.

A whole-body shiver made her clutch her towel. She needed to find a way to deal with him that didn't involve sex.

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Razor's Edge-- Good Neighbors by Clarice Clique

Razor's Edge: Good Neighbors
by Clarice Clique

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-917-2
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Ménage, Bisexual and More
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 21

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1754Blurb:
In a state of undress, getting ready for work in the morning, a woman glances out of her window and sees her female neighbor staring back at her. An adventure of voyeurism and teasing begins, but where will it end?
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Good Neighbors
Clarice Clique
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The first time was an accident.
A typical Monday morning, running around wildly, making a mess of everything. I grabbed my mug for a last gulp of coffee and splattered it over my blouse. I pulled it off, yanking a button loose in the process. I searched through my wardrobe, throwing my skimpy party tops to the side, praying that I had another clean office top. Finally I found one, but the material was too thin. You could see through it to my lacy bra, and through that to the dark circles of my nipples. I took a deep breath, pulled the new blouse and the bra off, and looked for more appropriate underwear. With a plain bra in my hand, I turned to glance at my alarm clock. But it wasn't the time that caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, through the window, I saw her. And I froze.
I'd never bothered with blinds on the bedroom window of my little terraced house. It overlooked farm fields and the garden of one big detached house, and I'd never seen any need to obscure my view for the sake of privacy. I knew a man and a woman lived in the detached house from glimpsing them in their garden occasionally, but I never saw them out and about in the village, and if I had we weren't even on the "Hi, how are you?" level of casual acquaintances.
Yet, here I was, dressed only in my stockings and office skirt, staring straight into the eyes of my neighbor.
My heart thumped in my chest and I seemed unable to move and do the simple thing of drawing the curtains, or even put a modest hand over my naked breasts. Instead I gazed into the teasing green eyes of the woman who was staring unabashedly at me. She was wearing a short summer dress that moved with the morning breeze, allowing me to appreciate how slim and long her white legs were. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders. If anyone had asked me before, I would have struggled to recall whether she was blonde or brunette. In the light of the morning sun, I could clearly see all the different colors -- red, brown, gold, light and darker strands mingling together to create a vision of beauty.
I felt giddy looking at her and forced myself to drop my gaze. My eyes lowered to the curve of her chest pushing against the material of her dress.
Color rushed to my cheeks. I stepped forward, pulled the curtains closed and tried to focus my mind on getting ready for the work day. As I put my bra on, I looked down at the pink-brownness of my nipples. Had my neighbor been able to see how hard they were from where she was standing?
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State of Affairs by Dany Sirene

State of Affairs
by Dany Sirene

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-756-7
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
Page Count: 63

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Blurb:
Jade Harron has been tapped for a very delicate mission. Twin kingdoms, at war for ages, only have one chance at alliance: union by marriage. But someone doesn't want the warring kingdoms united. No way the king's willing to put his daughter's neck on the line! But he's got the perfect spy for the role -- half-Elf and cross-dressing courtesan Jade Harron, of course.
Somehow Jade's not convinced Prince Keandre will be all that pleased when he discovers their deception. Then again, what will they do if the prince prefers to keep his Elven "Bride"? And then there's Jade's former lover, Gareth, Captain of Prince Keandre's guard and keeper of his secrets... and secret desires. Gareth knows far too much about Jade's past. Will he expose Jade for who he is? Or coerce him back to his bed?
Jade has a feeling no matter how this ill-conceived affair turns out, his life will never be the same. Danger, deception, espionage and unbridled lust -- all politics as usual in this decadent court.

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State of Affairs
Dany Sirene
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Holding up the flouncy skirts with the easy grace of a dancer, I pranced into the assembly hall, right past the guards whose eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. I stopped in the entranceway and curtsied with a flourish to the king and queen of Aleyne. The king stared at me, trying really hard not to show his astonishment.
"Good evening, Your Majesties," I said in my most melodious girly voice -- my trademark and the best part of my act. "You wished to see me?"
The king shook his head. The queen looked utterly scandalized and hid her face behind her fan.
"Seriously, Master Harron. Was this really necessary? It's... disconcerting, to say the least," the king said with a disapproving look.
I assumed an expression of insulted innocence. "I simply didn't wish to waste my time or yours."
The king heaved a sigh. "All right. The illusion is believable enough, I'll give you that. But could you foil an assassination attempt in this..." He gestured at the puffy under-layers of lace peeking out from beneath the sky-blue silk skirt.
"Crinoline," I finished helpfully. "I assure you, my combat skills are in no way diminished by --"
At the king's signal, the guard who stood just behind me pulled out a knife and lunged at me. I reached up and gripped the guard's wrist. The blade stopped just inches away from my elaborate coiffure. Stifling a yawn, I gave his arm a little twist. The guard gasped in pain and let go of the blade, which clattered to the floor. I let go of him instantly, and the man rubbed his wrist, muttering a few extremely unflattering words.
I smiled coquettishly at their majesties and patted my hair. "Any other questions?"
The queen's mouth was a little painted "O" of shock on her pale face. The king cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. "Yes. You do understand that this is a highly sensitive political matter."
"Of course."
"And therefore discretion is absolutely crucial."
I tried not to let my disappointment show. "Yes, my lord. Of course."
"Now, the story is, Princess Amalia is my darling Lisele's little sister. No one has seen her up to this point because she was raised in a convent." He paused and glared at me. "A convent, Master Harron. Integrate this knowledge into your act if you can."
I nodded, trying not to crack up. "That's all very well. I also know that the people of Levant are known for their pious chastity, but I still think Prince Keandre will notice that something is not quite right when the wedding night comes around."
"Harron, this is serious," the king fumed. "And it won't come to that. Once you get there, your job is to figure out who is sending the threats to assassinate my Lisele, and to... deal with them. Then I will revoke my decision and send Princess Lisele in your place."
"Yes, sir, but are you sure it won't cause political, ah, frictions?"
The king's expression made me want to swallow my tongue. "You let me worry about that, Master Harron. You just do what I assigned you to do, nothing more and nothing less, without making an idiot of yourself and this whole court by extension. Think you can handle that?"
I broke out in a cold sweat under the tightly laced corset of the gown, swallowed the lump in my throat, and nodded.
"That's all. You will be leaving first thing tomorrow."
And thus, my fate was sealed.
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Fire and Ice Collection by Alecia Monaco

Fire and Ice (Collection)
by Alecia Monaco

Cover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-697-3
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Collection
Page Count: 157

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Blurb
Fae, vampires, a werewolf, an ice maiden, and a banshee collide in this collection of Celtic tales.
Cabin Fever: There's trouble brewing in the preternatural community of Snowfire, Alaska. The only way to stave off certain war is for the leaders of the weres, witches, and vampires to form a sexual triad. When these three hit the sheets, cabin fever is the last thing on their minds!
Ice Maiden: When Sebastian creates an ice sculpture, he makes an ice maiden whose frozen beauty surpasses his wildest dreams. He begins to wonder if the perfect woman might be a reality, after all. That is, if he can keep her from melting away when dawn falls...
King Jack's Ball: All Hallows Eve... destined to be yet another humdrum event among the Court of the Dark Sidhe, until a whisper of magic touches the party goers. Can a spell cast by the legendary pumpkin king evoke sizzling passion between a blood fey and a Sidhe princess?
Kiss of the Fairy: Siobhan, the Irish Love Fairy, makes matches for Irish people everywhere. When Patrick O'Neil turns out to be matchless, Siobhan must assume human form and find out why Patrick seems destined to be single. There's more to the story than she ever imagined...
Romancing the Banshee: Aisling is a banshee, one of the Celtic fairies in charge of sounding the death call for mortals. But the sexy mortal in question happens to be immune to Aisling's death call. The passion between them seems unavoidable. But who wants Declan dead -- and why?

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Fire & Ice (Collection)
Alecia Monaco
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"I take it you all understand why you're here." Torngasak stroked his long white beard with a frail hand.
Aurora Tabor gave the wizard a cautious glance before turning to the two men opposite her. The hungry expression in their eyes was enough to tell her everything she needed to know and more. "Yes." She nodded slowly. "I think we're all clear about our mission here."
"Good." Torngasak cleared his throat. "The preternatural community is counting on the three of you to form a triad tonight." The ancient wizard inclined his head toward Amal. "The full moon is only one night away, so your pack will be one day away from shifting." Torngasak's gaze moved slowly back to Aurora. "The timing is very important."
Isn't it always, Aurora thought, trying not to roll her eyes. As high priestess of the ice witches, it was her job to form an alliance with the local vampires and shifters.
Unfortunately, the only way to create a triad of power was through sex.
A three-way, to be more specific.
"You will all three be locked in this cabin until just before dawn." The wizard looked at his gold pocket watch. "That should give you plenty of time to complete your task." He glanced at the vampire across from him. "As you are a daywalker, there's no need to worry about exposing you to the sun?"
Ellis nodded his head. "Correct."
The wizard sighed. "Then I leave you three to your mission."
With a click of the lock, the wizard shut the door, trapping the three of them in the mountain cabin together for the night.

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White Hot Christmas: Stranded by S. Michael

White Hot Christmas: Stranded
by S. (Sean) Michael

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-718-5
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26
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Blurb:
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
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White Hot Christmas: Stranded
S. Michael
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Gretchen stared at the little man across the counter. "You are not fucking serious." She was not going to be stuck in fucking Las Vegas over fucking Christmas.
No way.
No. Way.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. All flights to the northeast are grounded. There's simply nothing we can do." He gave her an apologetic but harried look.
She looked over at Russ, tears in her eyes. "Russell!"
He slid his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close to his strong body. "Relax, baby. We'll figure something out."
"Russell, it's Vegas! It's Christmas Eve!" They should never have agreed to come out here to this stupid convention, showing off their holiday wares. Only Russ would have come up with Christmas-tree-shaped butt plugs and snowflake nipple clamps.
"Having a bird at the little man behind the counter isn't going to change that. Just breathe." His hand rubbed up and down along her back as another stupid announcement came over the airport speakers, informing them that all northern airports were closed due to inclement weather, which translated to no flights out.
Gretchen stomped her foot, and her stiletto snapped, right off, and she just burst into tears. No. No way. Not her new Maddens.
Russell wrapped around her, tugging her out of the line. "We'll get a hotel, and we'll have the most amazing holiday. Imagine the sales they must have here on Boxing Day."
"We're in Vegas! Cheesy, neon, fake..." She stumbled on her broken shoe, their luggage dragging along behind them like a woebegone dog.
"We'll make it work for us, baby. We will make it work for us."
Before she could answer, something big fell over their luggage.
"Oh, fuck," said the something.
She squeaked and almost fell, but Russ's muscular arms wrapped around her, supported her.
"Damn, I'm sorry." The most beautiful guy, aside from her Russ of course, stood up and started wiping himself off. "I didn't see your luggage."
She waved her hand at him, trying so hard not to just have a meltdown. God, go away.
"It's okay, man." Russ propped her up against a wall and went to right their luggage.
"Are you sure?" Tripping Man peered at her. "You okay, miss?"
"I'm fine." Her eyes closed as her suitcase popped open and dildos went rolling across the floor. "Just kill me now."
The guy made a noise and Russ, the asshat, nearly choked trying to swallow his laughter. Tripping Man began to laugh.
She snapped the heel off her other shoe and growled. "I'm going to... Fuck."
She headed right out of ticketing and out to the festively lit cabstand. There had to be a hotel on the Strip somewhere she could drink at.
She was still waiting for a fucking cab to show up ten minutes later -- how could there not be one there? -- when Russ and the guy came out, pulling the now sedately closed luggage behind them.
"Baby, this is Dave." Russ put his arm around her shoulders. "Dave, this is Gretchen."
Dave held his hand out to her.
"Hey." Thank God for waterproof mascara.
"Russ was telling me you guys are in the same boat as me. In Vegas for Christmas."
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." She was going to cry again, which was stupid, but it was Christmas.
"Dave here has a hotel room. He's willing to share, babe."
"There's got to still be rooms here, right?" Christmas Eve with a stranger?
"We can try if you want to, baby. Let's go get food and see, yeah?" Russ wrapped around her, held her, and Dave just lifted one hand and a cab stopped right in front of them. This was no fair.
"It's the Mandalay Bay." Dave gave her a warm smile. "Best hotel on the strip."
She felt herself blush. "I bet the owner of the Bellagio would argue."
Russ's swat to her ass was sweet, sharp. "Be nice, Kitten."
Dave laughed, and held the door to the cab open for her. "They're fully booked. I checked."
She slid in. How on Earth? It was Christmas, for God's sake. Russ slid in beside her on the left, David on the right.
"There's like a million people stranded here." David told the cabbie where to go. "The whole northern half of the country is snowed in. I got in yesterday, but my luggage didn't. I came down to pick it up but apparently it's still stuck in Chicago or something."
"Yeah. At least we're stranded here together, huh, Kitten?" Russ's voice was low, soft, teasing, and she nudged him with her shoulder. He only called her that when they were playing.
"I can't imagine Christmas without you, Russ."
"Sweet." Dave grinned at Russ, the look a little wistful.
She cuddled into her man. "Are you here with someone or missing someone back home?"
"I wish. Either option would be better than single. Especially this time of year..."
"Oh." Suddenly she felt like the worst sort of bitch. At least she had her Russell, right here. "I'm sorry." She reached out, squeezed Dave's hand.
His hand turned, fingers curling with hers. "I have a suite. There's more than enough room, and then none of us have to be alone on Christmas morning." His fingers touched the center of her hand, tickling her palm, and it was like electricity hit her, in the pit of her stomach.
"Tell him yes, Kitten." Russ's breath tickled her ear, brushed her hair.
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White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny

White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny
by Ruth D. Kerce

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-715-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 29

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Blurb:

Seduced by wolves twice, Janie can't forget Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan. During the Christmas holiday, she returns to Minnesota to finally solve the mystery behind the sexy wolf-men.
Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan are thrilled to see Janie again and give her an erotic welcome-back like only they can. But now, they must protect her from the danger she's put herself in by returning.
Sex, a government cover-up, and a fate nobody imagines awaits them all. Janie doesn't fear the future though, for she's found her place in the pack and will never leave again.

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White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny
Ruth D. Kerce
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The cold wind blew fiercely through her hair, whipping it around her face. As the icy air attacked her skin and caused a chill down her spine, Janie hugged her coat tightly around her. The sun, though bright in the sky, gave no warmth to soothe her trepidation. Winter had arrived in full force and was determined to make things difficult for her.
"Was this a mistake?" she murmured to herself. She could be home, enjoying eggnog and wrapping presents. Instead, she stood in the middle of nowhere.
Since she'd left the gravel road, only snow and wilderness had filled her vision. Trees stood before her and a clearing behind.
Movement in the sky made her look up. She froze in awe. Santa Claus? She blinked and the image disappeared. What was happening to her? Was this a dream?
A distant noise caught her attention, and she turned swiftly. A massive black wolf ran across the snow toward her. Two large white wolves, almost lost in the snow's glare, followed closely behind. Their barks filled her ears.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't afraid. Far from it. She raced toward them -- eager, needy. All her doubts disappeared. She jumped a fallen tree branch and shifted into a majestic brown wolf, landing on all four paws as if she'd done it a thousand times. Without breaking stride, she continued running across the snow. Strength and freedom coursed through her. No longer did she feel cold, only invigorated. She loved the power her new form gave her. She greeted the three male wolves with enthusiasm. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she rolled submissively onto her back.
Their barks turned to excited yips. Each male nuzzled her in turn. Once they'd sniffed each other in greeting, they excitedly joined together as one pack and continued running.
A herd of reindeer scattered across their path, and she marveled at the sight. Okay, maybe they were caribou or even just forest deer. But given the holiday, she chose to believe in the fantastic and Christmas miracles. She followed the males across the snow-covered hills to a cave in a distant mountain.
They all collapsed on a pile of pallets. One by one, they shifted back into human form, breathing heavily. The exhilaration surrounding them had turned palpable and grown stronger with each mile they'd run. After shifting, the feeling hadn't dissipated.
"I feared I wouldn't find you. That was incredible." She looked down at herself, amazed at her seemingly effortless ability to become a wild creature just by wishing it so. "I'm naked." Her gaze drifted to the men. "We're all naked."
"Shifting does that," the formerly black wolf stated. The alpha. Their leader. "We'll retrieve your clothes later. We're glad you're home, Janie."
She rubbed her arms. "I'm cold."
"We'll take care of that too." He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "So soft. Just as I remember. We've missed you." He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
The other two men caressed her back and legs. She welcomed their touch. The feel of their hands warmed her immediately and caused a sexual need deep inside. A need no wholly human male could satisfy, only them...

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Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale by Camille Anthony

Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale

by Camille Anthony

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-90521-706-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, BBW
Series: Bunny Tails
Length: Novella
Page Count: 92

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Blurb:

Vance is in the doghouse with Ouida. He's made a mistake that might cost him the love of his life. Just when he thinks things can't get any worse, an old enemy shows up, injuring his friend and his former Lieutenant Xen, and kidnapping their mate.
Vance has shown mercy before, but now it's time to bring the curtain down on this saga of vengeance. No matter what it takes, Vance is going to convince Xen to forgive him, get their mate back, and teach his enemy once and for all, it's a fatal mistake to mess with this Alpha's family.
Patrick Smith will soon learn werewolves have no enemies... because they eat them.

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Bunny Tails 5: Hare-Raising Finale
Camille Anthony
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"Xen, we need to talk. Privately, please."
The black wolf turned to face me, ears perked forward, questioning glance sharp. I knew the tone of my voice gave me away. Without a word, he shook himself, shifted to Skin guise and pulled on some clothes, and slipped on shoes. With a quiet yip to alert Brax and Usher, who were watching a movie on low, so as not to disturb a sleeping Chase, we left the apartment.
"What's up?" We'd barely cleared the walkway leading to the complex's enclosed garden area before he'd launched into his questioning. "There's not much we couldn't share with Brax and Usher, but it's not them so much as Chase might overhear. I figure it has to be personal, and that means something to do with Ouida."
I sighed, dreading his reaction, but I had to set things right with him. The only way to do that was to just come clean. "One of the pups Ouida is carrying is yours. Somehow, you managed to bond with her even though she'd already bonded with me."
Xen froze in place. The astounded look on his face would have been comical if this situation hadn't been so serious. At his side, his hands bunched into fists. The tension radiating throughout his body was evident by the bristling fur at his ruff, only partially hidden by his shirt collar. His voice came out more like a growl. "What are you saying?"
"You've felt it all along. The connection between the two of you is too strong to ignore. That's why you sent her a phone to stay in touch, knowing it was against our laws. And it's why she refused to give that phone up, even when I demanded it of her point blank. It's why you haven't been able to take another female all this time. You get blue balls whenever you think of her, but the minute you try to fuck someone who's not Ouida, you go limp as a noodle."
Xen started shaking. "How can you know that? Have you had Brax and Usher reporting on me?"
I shook my head. "Nothing so convoluted. I know because I'm the same. No other female interests me. Even when I wasn't fucking her while she healed, I couldn't even think of another, of easing my needs with someone not Ouida, without losing whatever erection I had."
Xen looked away. "I've tried to get her out of my head. I swear I've fought my desire for her, knowing how dishonorable it is." He turned back, met my eyes. "Your friendship means the world to me. I know there's no way we could ever be friends if I tried again to take her from you, and if I was inclined to try, Ouida's made her choice clear in that matter. So why are you telling me this now?" His brows drew together in a frown. "Come to think of it, why are you only just now getting around to telling me this?"
"Because I've only just become aware of it. No." I stopped, refusing to continue wallowing in the lie. "That's not wholly true. I've known for some while that one of the pups was yours. How could I not? I was prepared to raise it as mine."
"And you didn't think I had the right to know a child of my lineage had been created?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off a headache. "Xen, I acknowledge I was wrong in my actions. I've made more mistakes than I can count, so can we save the recriminations for later? Let me just get through this as quickly as possible."
"Talk."
He strode away from me, causing me to lengthen my stride to keep up. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to face me once more. "Damn it, Xen, do you think this is easy? Ouida is my mate. She is bearing my pup. Yet when we last communicated mind-to-mind, I saw the bond she shares with you, shining as bright as the one stretching between her and I."
Xen's eyes were bright with tears, his face wet where they trailed over the sharp blade of his cheekbone. "I've felt her, here." He thumped his chest, continuing to speak through his tears. "Every single day since I parted from her, I've suffered a constant ache because I couldn't be with her. I'd see something beautiful and turn to share it with her, and she wouldn't be there." He drew in a deep breath as he turned away, hiding his face if not his emotions. "I hate you, Vance."
I didn't blame him. I also didn't believe him. We had too much shared history between us. We had Ouida between us. "You're going to have a problem living with me if that's true."
He spun back around, expressions chasing one after another across his face, hope the uppermost. "Living with you?"
"I've spoken with Ouida. She's willing to accept both of us as equal mates, if you and I can come to an agreement about it."
Xen looked skeptical. "It's a common practice during the Fertility Festival, but to share a mate when the festival is over? It's never been done."
"We don't know that. All we know is this pack's tradition, and we've both learned recently that our pack does not make up the whole of our people." I stepped into Xen's personal space, grabbed his forearms. "If we're willing to do this, willing to make this arrangement work, then no one has the right to dictate how we choose to live." I smiled. It was a baring of teeth the other wolf recognized for what it was: a challenge. "Since when have we followed? We've always led. Why change now?"
"Are you really willing to do this, Vance? You're okay with sharing Ouida with me?"
He doubted my sincerity and I didn't blame him. "At first, I confess I felt some resentment, but no longer."
"What changed your mind?"

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Badland Warriors: Comanche by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

Badland Warriors: Comanche

by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-703-1

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More

Series: Badland Warriors

Length: Novel

Page Count: 97

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Blurb:
Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity.
But then a myth shows up at her door. Trapped in a horrible earthquake, Aylen is rescued by First Generation Warriors. They shouldn't exist! And they certainly shouldn't make her blood boil and her heart melt. One, touch and Aylen's life will never be the same.
In the Badlands you can scream all you want... with pleasure.
Excerpt:
Badland Warriors: Comanche
Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
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Beads of sweat dotted Baer's skin as he sat in the small adobe sweat lodge behind their quarters, surrounded by the others in his Triad. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, yet none of them could sense danger to the compound, the tiny patch of quasi-civilization the First Gen Warriors had worked so hard to create in the middle of natural chaos. The powers that had come to them, slowly at first, then with a vengeance once they'd been mated, let them see -- or more accurately feel -- into the future. It didn't always work that way for an individual's life or path. If it had, perhaps they wouldn't have lost their mate and their children almost a century ago.
At the thought of their lost wife and children, Baer's heart welled with sorrow. Things had been volatile then. Different. There had been no safe haven for Warriors. When the WCGA realized the offspring being produced by First Generation Warriors couldn't be controlled, the killings began, and very few survived unscathed. The children who were too old to be "re-educated" had been taken away, tossed into government-run orphanages with no knowledge of their own heritage. All special abilities had been forced down into the psyche so deep that they had been forgotten. The women -- mates to proud Warriors -- had been slaughtered. The massacre spared no one, and only a handful escaped to live in silent desperation, eventually dying without the other parts of their souls.
No. He would not relive it all again. Not now. There was potentially too much at stake for him to be distracted. There was someone... someone they needed to find. It was imperative they do so, and soon. That was all Baer knew for certain.
The others chanted softly, and Baer pulled his thoughts back to his Triad, shoving the past firmly in the back of his mind where it belonged. If they were to have a successful Spirit Walk, he had to empty his mind and open himself to the spirit world and to his Triad.
The three of them sat in a circle surrounding a large pot of burning incense. Fragrant smoke full of sage and lavender hovered above them like a blanket, allowing them to focus their spirits and see into the moving future. That was the folly of a future Spirit Walk. What they saw was only a small number of possibilities. The future was always in motion. Each thing they did to get there affected the outcome.
Naked, cross-legged, Baer looked to Tyger and Wulf in his mind. The three tuned themselves perfectly to each other during this time. They were one, pooling their strengths and power to tap into the spirit world. In this form, they could talk to the ancients who came before them, spy on their enemies, or find the source of the disturbance plaguing their dreams. It cost them, though. The merging of their minds demanded the merging of their bodies as well, though Baer didn't see it as much of a sacrifice. It was almost a compulsion. At times, even weeks after a Spirit Walk, Baer sought out one or both of his Triad for relief. This time, the need would be much worse -- he knew it in his very being.
Baer knew they looked for a person. Finding one person in the entire world would take intense, prolonged concentration. Sexual need was but a byproduct, one he thoroughly enjoyed.
In a dream-like haze, Baer let himself slip into the others. Their minds merged until they were not three but one. Images flew by with blinding speed, unfocused and impossible to distinguish or separate. Experience had taught Baer not to try. Images of importance would reveal themselves as they came along. Through the haze of color and lights in the vision, an image of the open sea appeared, clear and sharp. More so than if they'd actually been there. The intensity of it hurt his eyes. More than that, he could smell the salt in the air, hear gulls crying, waves crashing. Sea spray wet his body and clung to his hair. He could hear the creaking of wood as if he were on a boat before the image flickered and faded into a white, blinding light.
His first instinct was to fight the intensity of it, but he held himself strong in body and mind. He didn't flinch as one scene blended into another and he was looking at steel and concrete. Children laughed and called to one another before a deafening rumble drowned out all sound, shaking his insides until he thought his organs would liquefy.
Then there was silence.
What did it mean? Spirit walks could be incredibly helpful. More often than not they were infuriatingly vague. Just as he thought the images would stop, a pair of bright, deep blue-green eyes framed by long, dark lashes came into focus. They were delicately slanted, with the barest of dark liner around the lids. Flecks of copper and bronze sparkled in their depths, flickering as the light played across their surface. Deep in the pupils, he and his Triad were reflected.
Immediately, Baer was drawn to those eyes. They were obviously female, but it was more than that. He knew, deep in his soul, they must find this woman. She was in some way very important. Whether it was to the community or to them personally, Baer didn't know. But the pull he felt toward her, the pull they felt toward her, was a force they had no hope of resisting. Not unlike the first time they had seen their mate.
With a great whoosh the vision was sucked into the incense pot in the center of their circle. The air seemed to pull at them; their hair whipped around their faces as if in protest of the woman leaving. Whatever their future held, the one thing Baer was certain of was the woman. It was imperative they find her and bring her back to the compound. She was too important to send anyone but seasoned Warriors, ones who knew how to use their gifts. Besides that, it just felt wrong to even think about anyone else going to her...
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Rough, Tough and Tumble: When In Rome by Kate Hill

Rough, Tough and Tumble: When in Rome

by Kate Hill Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-491-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters

Series: Rough, Tough and Tumble

Length: Novella

Page Count: 41

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Blurb:
Shapeshifters Zandra, Sefu and Tiago find themselves in ancient Rome where a gladiator and his lover are desperate to escape the brutal games and her cruel husband.
The trio's lust burns hotter than ever, stoked by the knowledge that this time they might not return to their world. Using their powers, they must impersonate Roman nobles to deceive a twisted emperor and save a gladiator from death in the arena while coming to terms with their love for each other.
Excerpt:
Rough, Tough and Tumble: When in Rome
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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Zandra stood between her lovers, Sefu and Tiago, in the time machine that had already taken them to the old west and 1686 Romania. Wherever -- or whenever -- they landed next would be their final trip before returning to their age. Already they had risked their lives several times. Tiago had been shot in the old west and Zandra had been abducted by wannabe vampires in Romania. On their last journey, Sefu had nearly missed boarding the time machine before takeoff.
She glanced from tall, powerfully-built Sefu to the slighter, though no less attractive Tiago and thought how much they meant to her. Sefu with his short blond hair and honest blue eyes treated her like a lady though she had lived her life as anything but. Dark-haired Tiago with his seductive brown eyes shared a similar past to hers. They understood each other in a world that had often left them feeling alone.
Though she hadn't known these men long, she had already fallen in love with them. They had been through so much together. They had risked their lives for each other, made love and confessed painful secrets. Now Zandra couldn't imagine a life without them.
If they could get through this final journey...
Then what? Return to their time and collect the payment Apriyn had promised? Like her companions, she doubted the doctor's integrity. And his partner... Pane was the poster boy for creep.
At the moment she couldn't think about the doctors.
The pink time field encompassing their machine faded, leaving them in a meadow filled with olive trees. In the distance stood a large concrete building.
"When are we?" Tiago's deep voice broke the silence.
"Ancient Rome," Sefu replied, without even looking at the pendant around his neck that told him the year. Dr. Apriyn had given Tiago and Zandra similar pendants so they would always know the time they had been sent to. A quick glance at her pendant told Zandra he was correct.
"It's a villa," Sefu said, pointing to the building. "It's pretty big and probably has mosaic floors and a great garden. Obviously a wealthy owner. He probably exports olive oil and look in the distance. See the vineyard?" Tiago and Zandra exchanged surprised glances.
"How do you know?" Tiago asked.
"While observing carnivorous animals on Earth so I can change into them for fights in the arena, I did an intense study of Roman gladiators. Considering they had no shapeshifting ability, they were amazing warriors. They were the celebrities of their time."
"So you know enough about this time and place for us to blend in?" Zandra asked.
Sefu shrugged his broad shoulders. "I guess so. I know how they dress, what they eat -- Hey, did you know mice were a specialty."
Curling her lip, Zandra said, "I think I'm going to be sick."
"I can tell you the basics of life in a country villa like this or in the city, but if you want to know about gladiatorial life, I can give you details big time. The major fighting schools were the Ludus Magnus, the Ludus Matutinus -- that's where they trained the Bestiarii, gladiators who fought animals --"
"Damn, Sefu," Tiago interrupted, looking rather surprised. "The next time I call you a dumb gladiator, you have permission to kick my ass."
"Just not too hard." Zandra grinned. She slid her arms around Sefu's neck and brushed his lips with a kiss. "I'm impressed. Didn't know you were a historian."
"Only when it comes to fighting and stuff like that. In the old west and Romania I didn't know shit."
"Night's falling," Tiago said, glancing skyward. "We need to find a place to relax out of sight until our pendants signal it's time for the machine to take off."
Sefu narrowed his gorgeous blue eyes. "So I'm guessing you want to try lying low again? You don't want to mingle with the people?"
"Actually, I'm starting to think we're better off jumping in and introducing ourselves," Tiago said, folding his arms across his chest. "It seems the more we try to avoid mixing, the more we're drawn in to people's lives."
"We could approach the villa and see if they'll put us up for the night?" Zandra suggested.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Sefu said. "Ancient Rome had huge class distinctions. If we don't play this game perfectly, we'll end up in trouble. I don't want some rich Roman to accuse us of being runaway slaves or something."
"Wow. This is a change," Tiago said. "Usually I'm the one arguing on the side of common sense."
"Is that another crack at my intelligence?" Sefu demanded. "Because no more than a minute ago you gave me permission to kick your ass for that."
"No crack, big guy, except the one in my ass and it's all yours whenever you want it."
Sefu grinned and slapped Tiago's bottom. "Mmm, I like the sound of that."
"Do you guys see that clump of bushes over there?" Zandra asked. "That should give us enough shelter if the night stays warm like this. We can make love, then shift into... what kind of animals do they have in ancient Rome, Sefu?"
"Wolves, dogs, horses. In the arena they had lions and tigers and stuff, but they wouldn't be roaming the countryside."
"We'll figure it out." Zandra ran her hand over Sefu's crotch. Like Tiago, he had shifted into black trousers, a T-shirt and boots while Zandra had shapeshifted into a red sundress. The attire was probably completely wrong for this time and place, but they'd deal with wardrobe later. She brushed past Tiago, caressing his chest on the way, and headed toward the bushes. "Right now let's enjoy the night, and who knows, maybe this time the machine will take off before we run into trouble."
"I'm all for enjoying the night." Sefu grinned, shifting out of his pants and stroking his magnificent cock.
She smiled at him. She didn't doubt it. Sefu's sexual appetite could at times challenge even an experienced pleasure shifter like Zandra...
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Mara's Men by Faith Talbot

Mara's Men

by Faith Talbot Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-694-2

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More

Series: Mara's Men

Length: Novella

Page Count: 49

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Blurb:
In Cancun, Mara met Chris and Aaron, two mysterious men who spend most of their time under the ocean. They showed her a world she never could have imagined -- and she chose to return to her normal life.
Now, months later, Mara returns to the Mexican beaches hoping to find what she left behind. But even if she does reunite with the two men who changed her world, how can she stay with them in their mysterious world under the sea?
Excerpt:
Mara's Men
Faith Talbot
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Copyright ©2011 Faith Talbot

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The glare from the blue-blue water of the ocean nearly blinded Mara as she looked out the window of the airplane. She blinked, trying to let her eyes adjust. Spots rose in her vision, echoes of the brilliant shards of sunlight. She didn't want to look away, but finally had to. It felt like a failure, or a betrayal.
She looked at her watch. The plane would land soon. Her stomach shook with the uncertainty of what would happen next.
Would they come to her?
* * *
"Something happened to you," Cor had said to her two weeks before.
Mara jumped a little, startled. She was sitting in her favorite coffee shop with her best friend, and they had been enjoying a companionable silence for the last few minutes. The sudden sound of Cor's voice had caught her off guard. "What? When? Nothing happened to me."
Cor gave her a knowing look. "In Cancun. Something happened. You never really talked about it."
"I told you about it."
"Not in detail." At Mara's exasperated look, Cor clarified.
"Not that kind of detail. I mean about them. Whether you really liked them or not."
"I liked them."
"How much?"
Mara shrugged. She'd asked herself the same question several times since that vacation getaway to Cancun. "I didn't have much chance to get to know them." Only in the carnal sense.
"You know" -- Cor leaned forward and laid a hand on Mara's -- "sometimes it doesn't matter."
"Yeah." Mara said nothing else. There wasn't anything else to say. Aaron and Chris had been the strangest, most wonderful men she'd ever met, and she'd let them go.
* * *
In the dark depths of the Caribbean, even in the tropical waters that surrounded Cancun, it was cold. The dark, chilled water pressed down on Chris and Aaron where they lay curled together in sand under a ledge that thrust out from the seawall, offering them some camouflage from sharks and other sea creatures. They were on good terms with most of the fish and ocean mammals that frequented this area, but occasionally someone got cranky.
Aaron shifted a bit, not quite waking from the sleep that held him. Chris lay with his face in the sand, the water fingering through his hair, making it wave and sway like seaweed.
Something changed.
Aaron opened his eyes, unsure what just happened, what had awakened him. All around him, the water was dark and quiet. Then Chris awakened, as well, and looked at him.
"You felt it?" Chris asked. The means of communication they used when they were under the water wasn't really speech, but it wasn't telepathy either. Neither of them could have explained it. It just was.
"I did," Aaron answered.
"Is it...?" Chris ventured.
"It is," said Aaron, and then he smiled. "She's coming."
* * *
Mara stepped out of the shower, scrubbing her skin dry with the hotel towel, advertised as Egyptian cotton. It felt rough at first, then seemed to soften as it grew damp. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations. She was in Cancun, after all. She could at least do her best to enjoy herself, even if things weren't going quite the way she'd hoped.
When she was finished, she slid into a lightweight cotton nightgown. It was brief, but not overly revealing. As it settled over her curves, she realized she'd even packed for the possibility that things might not go well. That they might not come.
She tried not to think about it, smoothing the cotton over her breasts and belly. The memories remained; she'd never lose those. She could enjoy her vacation, then go home and start again, this time without the haunting question hanging over her of whether she'd abandoned the one thing that could make her life complete when she'd turned away from Chris and Aaron.
Maybe she'd even find someone else who gave her that same sense of wholeness.
A nagging voice in the back of her mind told her it would never happen. She pushed her hands through her hair as if to shove the thought back. She didn't want it. Her life could be good again. She'd find it somehow.
Fighting the sense of melancholy, she stepped out onto the hotel room's balcony. It gave a wide, lovely view of the beach, and the portion of the hotel grounds that sat adjacent. A huge, silver moon, nearly full, had risen in the east, casting silvery light across the tips of the waves. It was bright enough to cast shadows, even where the light from the hotel facilities didn't reach. It was beautiful. How could she hold on to her melancholy, looking out over beauty like this? It seemed sacrilegious, or at best ungrateful. Leaning against the balcony rail, she let a soft breeze play with her hair, caress her face.
Mara.
She froze. She thought she had heard the word, the whisper against the sound of the waves, but it had been so soft she couldn't have truly heard it. Where had it come from, then?
She peered through the moonshadows, trying to pick out details in the silvery dark. There were still a few people on the beach, enjoying the sound of the waves and the slightly cooler temperatures that had settled in with the sunset. One couple in particular seemed to be making their way up the beach to the hotel. They were a bit unsteady on their feet, as if they'd had a few too many mai tais.
Two men, she realized as they made their way a bit closer. One taller than the other, both broad-shouldered, their bodies lean but wide through the shoulders, like swimmers...
Oh, my God.
She ran back into the hotel room, ran out into the hallway and, heedless of her state of relative undress, ran in barefoot abandon out onto the moonlit beach.
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Bunny Tails: Bad Hare Day by Camille Anthony

Bunny Tails: Bad Hare Day

by Camille Anthony Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-705-5

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

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Werewolves

Series: Bunny Tails

Length: Novel

Page Count: 91

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Blurb:
Vance's poor bunny can't catch a break.
Ouida's about ready to pull out her hair. She's planned the perfect seduction -- only to find she's too pregnant to fit into her old bunny suit. Then she's mauled by a bear when all she wanted to do was play with the cute cubs, and on top of all that, she finds out the love of her life has been lying to her about the most important thing in the world.
All in all, Ouida's having a very Bad Hare Day.
Excerpt:
Bunny Tails: Bad Hare Day
Camille Anthony
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Copyright ©2011 Camille Anthony

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Play!
There was a slavering wolf nipping at my heels. I led with a well-placed kick, accompanied by an ear-piercing scream. The beast rocked back on its massive haunches, a comic look of distress covering the hairy face.
I laughed with glee. My plan to target his sensitive hearing had worked like a charm, but I didn't waste time gloating, knowing from past experience how quickly Vance recovered from any attack. Instead, stumbling in my haste to make good my head start, I turned and floundered through the chest-high steaming water, one hand supporting my huge belly.
Since it was the largest of the hot springs, it took me a while to get to the other side. This particular pool extended under the rock enclosure the pack had built to disguise the natural wonder from human trespassers.
Once I reached the edge I was no longer sheltered from the weather. I gulped air through my open mouth as I scrambled up the man-made sloping bank, made slippery from the mix of warm mineral water, rich alluvial soil and melting snow. I didn't have to look back to know the wolf was close at my back. I could hear it panting -- almost feel its heavy breathing falling on the nape of my neck.
Clawing at the dark soil for purchase only to have it sift through my fingers, I pushed on, beginning to panic. The wolf was determined to capture me, and he was gaining. I finally reached the riverbank and flopped face-first onto solid ground, only to feel powerful jaws clamp down on my trailing ankle.
My free foot kicked out at his muzzle, careful not to connect too hard. We were only playing capture, after all, though I was serious about getting back home quickly. Even that kick in the teeth didn't make the wolf release its jaws. One foot still in the wolf's mouth, I rolled over and scrambled farther up the bank on my backside, still protecting my protruding belly. I didn't want my babies' temporary house garnering scrapes from the rocks and gravel hidden under the heavy powdering of snow. But that meant most of my naked body was touching snow or frozen dirt, and I shivered, missing the warmth of my furs.
My nipples were standing at attention, but it wasn't from arousal. It was too damned cold this morning for outside fun and games. If Vance hadn't accidentally knocked me into the pool before I could undress I'd be warm... at least, warmer than I was now. I'd also be more willing to play his game of chase. Lastly, I wouldn't have to go around with my hair turned kinky since he got it wet.
Starting at my captured foot, Vance worked his way up my body. He took his time, cold, wet muzzle and hot, rough tongue poking at and flicking over vulnerable spots along the way. It tickled, and I couldn't help giggling. I bit my lip, tried to swallow the childish sounds, but ended up wailing with laughter. I hate it when Vance tickles me -- and I know he does it on purpose -- because I have no defense against him when he does that. I'll laugh till I pee myself. Vance thinks that's the coolest thing since indoor plumbing and considers it my way of signaling submission. I think it's sooo not sexy...
"Vance, stop that. Bad boy! Bad!" Giggling harder, I pushed at his head. Ignoring the sharp teeth snapping close to my fingers in warning was a no-brainer. We both knew damned good and well he'd never close down hard enough to do real damage. Just in case, though, I decided to bring out the big guns. "If I laugh too hard, I might go into labor and drop your pups right here in the snow!"
Suddenly I was blanketed with warmth from head to toe as daddy wolf ceased teasing me and stretched out over my shivering body. Ha! Playing the baby card works every time. Vance is such a sucker for a female in need.
Snuggling up to him, I practically purred. His fur had shed the water from the pool and was dry against my skin. I was so jealous of how he could do that, but for once, I kept my complaints to myself and wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him, basking in the warmth radiating from my own personal heater. "Hhmmm..." I moaned, curling closer in an attempt to escape the cold ground at my back. "This is nice! If only you could warm both sides of me at once."
His rumbled growl of contentment vibrated through me from head to foot. I shivered, but this time not from the cold. Gods, he felt wonderful on top of me. I love it when he covers me like this, his muscular, furred body pressing down along my full curves. He makes me feel more like a woman, dainty and feminine. At the same time, I was thankful for my hefty build. There was no fear of being crushed by my man lying full out on top of me, and my Vance is a big, big man, but in wolf form he is huge.
Starkor, a Forester pack member who also happens to be a brilliant quantum physicist, keeps trying to explain it to me. You might have heard of him... Then again, probably not. When Westyn ascended as pack alpha, he reverted to the rules he'd grown up with and forced Starkor and other high-ranking scientists to resign their high security jobs and return to the pack. Starkor's continued inability to make me understand the math is driving him crazy. To my mind there is no explanation. It just is, and I'm okay with that.
A warning nip on the tip of my chin brought me back to the here and right now. I looked up to see my wolf staring down at me through wild, lupine eyes, and just for a moment it was hard seeing past the animal. Then one lid lowered in a slow wink, and I recognized my mate's irreverent humor glinting in his silvery-blue gaze.
Something else glinted there, something hot, wicked and not entirely tame -- an invitation to seduction. This was what our morning play had been leading up to: a hot winter romp out under a pale frosty sky while surrounded by nature's chilly splendor. The only breathing life was Vance and me on a melting bed of snow...
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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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Bound and Determined by Belladonna Bordeaux

Bound and Determined

by Belladonna Bordeaux Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-695-9

Genre(s): Sci-Fi, BDSM

Theme(s): Ménage, Men and Women in Uniform

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
It's bad enough that Va'Resh Candori is stuck working for the League of Sentient Beings. It's even worse when she is partnered with Logan McNair. Insubordinate and often defiant, he's exactly what she wants, but can't have according to Correllian law. Until her mating cycle takes control of her discipline and he throws a curve ball at her.

Logan McNair was born half Earthling and half Correllian. He's seen the worst of his mother's home planet and experienced firsthand what Correllia has been doing to the few men born of their species. He's got to get over his justifiable rage to fulfill a destiny no longer believed to be true on Correllia. He has to take his life mate to bed during her mating cycle and mark her as his own.


With the help of two friends, he'll rock her world and hopefully forge a new future for them and their species.
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Bound and Determined
Belladonna Bordeaux
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Copyright ©2011 Belladonna Bordeaux

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"Can you see where he went?" InterGal Special Ops Officer Va'Resh Candori followed the path her mark had taken less than sixty ticks ago. Weaving in and out of the couples dancing, she kept moving toward the exit and her partner, Logan McNair. Her gaze slashed left, then right. She got an eyeful of half-naked aliens rocking it out to the intoxicating music streaming from the band. Immune to the powerful aphrodisiac created by the Dariean flute, she sidled past the raised platform upon which the band played. The Vorian she'd been sent to tag continued to elude her.
Damn, I hate chasing shape-shifting nimrods who decide they can get away with scamming the League of Sentient Beings.
She skirted a pair of Tallusians about to get down and dirty on the synthe-chol sticky floor when she caught a glimpse of the empty exit. "Logan, any sign of him?"
Static answered her.
Her gaze flew to the only exit out of the bar. Empty. "Logan, come in."
Knowing the earthling the way she did, she didn't doubt he was off with some alien getting his rocks off and his groove on. A sigh slid from her lips. A pang of emotion hit her hard in the chest. Anger rose inside her. The unwarranted jealousy she'd suffered from since seeing her partner in action three months ago was getting the better of her. "Logan, answer me."
She had half a mind to send him back to League Headquarters for his continued insubordination and flagrant disregard of direct orders. Directives that came straight from her boss and she delivered in no-nonsense, do-as-I-say terms. Unfortunately, there was a bit of her that still wanted to see if the human could come up to the bar set for him. She didn't think he could, but she almost appreciated his go-getter attitude, which went against everything her own culture believed possible in the male gender.
She was a Correllian. Strategic. Purposeful. Lethal.
Another problem had reared its ugly head during their last mission. She was so flipping attracted to Logan she'd nearly gotten them blasted to the Mountains of Ornac.
Why me? How many times had she asked herself that question since the altercation with the space pirates? Too many to count. Why does he make me so aroused I can scarcely think straight?
Truthfully, she should have anticipated the space pirates' sister ship hiding behind an asteroid. Another sigh slid from her lips. A tingle of wanton lust tripped up her thighs. She knew why she'd nearly cost them their lives. She'd been too busy watching Logan's hands move across the control panel, wondering what they'd feel like on her skin...
She should have expected the sister ship to be willing to throw everything at her vessel to avoid capture. No. She'd been too busy squirming in her seat with unrequited lust.
If it hadn't been for Logan taking control of the situation, they'd have found themselves captives to be ransomed, sold to a slaver or, most likely, shot out of space.
Mentally picturing the League of Sentient Beings collectively rubbing their hands together in glee if they found out about her affinity for him, she stopped her forward progression to scan the bar again for her target and her partner.
Come on. Where are you?
Her gaze slid over at least a half dozen races but no Vorian and no Logan. Farden frig.
The bar-goers represented a fraction of the races dotted across the universe. In a sick and sad way, they represented the League's current motto: the more intergalactic colonies, the better. The mind-set had begun a massive vidi-screen campaign regarding multi-species partnerships. The intermingling of species was a high priority for the League.
Get your mind back in the game, she mused, using an old Earth phrase she'd heard Logan whisper every once in a while.
She was trying to do exactly that, but it wasn't easy. An image of Logan smiling down at her popped into her head, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread creeping up her spine. She was on, as he would say, shaky ground. It was a dangerous combination of meeting a man who literally said farden frig to all the rules drilled into her head and wanting someone who epitomized everything the Correllian men would never be -- virile.
At least she supposed that was true. Then again, considering she'd never met a Correllian man, she might be extrapolating to a great degree.
There was one fact that couldn't be ignored. All male offspring on her planet were confined due to an infection that "supposedly" made them insane. Many of the lower castes didn't believe the government's rhetoric. The common belief was the eugenics project begun nearly a hundred stellar years ago had gone awry and now only those females deemed worthy could offer an egg to be matched with complimentary sperm. And that was only after paying huge sums of space credits for the preliminary testing.
Then there were the rumors that the reproduction lab was low on viable sperm. The rebel news sources had reported that the men were worn out from years of squirting the next generation into the breed-chambers. If that was the truth, she couldn't imagine what their lives were like.
Truthfully, she prayed she never had to really understand what it was like to be that alone and without a firm purpose.
"Oomph," she gasped when a club-goer bumped into her. Snapped out of her morbid thoughts, she blew out a breath.
"Fuck." For a moment she wondered exactly how much influence Logan had over her, since she was now using earthling swear words. She negotiated her way toward the exit.
Logan McNair. Bane of my existence.
Her heart beat hard in her chest...
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