DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays/Saturdays (05 November)

Join Changeling Press every Monday for new release excerpts and Saturdays for excerpts from the books that started the company on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters.

Here's what posted today 05 November:
** Sweet Dreams by Willa Okati (Erotic MM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/sweet-dreams-by-willa-okati.html

** Mercenaries 1: Private Skirmish by Anne Kane (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/private-skirmish-by-anne-kane.html

** Kendren's Prize by Ashlynn Monroe (Erotic Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/kendrens-prize-by-ashlynn-monroe.html

** Rookery Cove: Monster Mash by Kira Stone (Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/rookery-cove-monster-mash-by-kira-stone.html


Here's what posted Saturday 03 November:
** Blood Soul 2: Vampire Crusader by Kate Hill (Erotic Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/blood-and-soul-2-vampire-crusader-by.html

** Women of Steel 2: Martini on the Rocks by Camille Anthony (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi IR Comedy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/women-of-steel-2-martini-on-rocks-by.html

** Forbidden 2: Neighborhood Watch by Marteeka Karland (Erotic Futuristic/SciFi IR Menage Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/forbidden-2-neighborhood-watch-by.html

** Rookery Cove: Make Mine a Double by Michele Bardsley (Erotic Urban Fantasy MFM Dragon Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/rookery-cove-make-mine-double-by.html


And a blast from the blog past:
** Final Cut Miami: Storm's Tempest by Lacey Savage (Erotic BDSM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/storms-tempest-by-lacey-savage.html

** Wolfman 3: Judgement by Brannan Black (Erotic MM Futuristic Werewolf Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/judgement-by-brannan-black.html

** The Queens of Merab 1.5: The Discovery by Violet Summers (Erotic Dark Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/discovery-by-violet-summers.html

** Dragon Lord 4: Her Dragon Lords by Cynthia Sax (Erotic MFM BBW Dragon Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/her-dragon-lords-by-cynthia-sax.html


Happy Reading,

~ Zenobia

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Vampire Kisses Collection by Michele Bardsley

Vampire Kisses (Collection)
by Michele Bardsley

cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-224-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Vampires
Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1208

Blurb:

A Vampire for Every Season!

Christmas for Eve: Much to the envy of her friends, Eve Moore is dating erotica author Adora LaFortune, bestselling author of Swelter, AKA Steven Jones, horror novelist. This holiday season, she's ready to give Steven her heart along with her presents. Then she finds out that Swelter isn't exactly fiction, and her true love isn't exactly mortal.

Candy for Valentine: When Valentine Carter attends her first romance conference, she soon learns that "The Blog Bitch" reaps what she sows. Renowned book publicist Michael Sanderson is a vampire. He mistakenly believes that the lovely morsel trussed up in his hotel room is a gift from his friends. After an evening with the delicious Valentine, he decides he wants to keep her. Forever.

Treats for Trixie: At Steven Jones's annual Halloween party, wanna-be romance writer Trixie Lulabelle Jameson is excited to be among the elite of the publishing industry. Literary agent Marcus Moravius is one of the oldest vampires in existence, and very used to getting what he wants. And the only treat he wants to nibble on tonight is Trixie.
This collection contains the three previously released novellas Christmas for Eve, Candy for Valentine, and Treats for Trixie.

Excerpt:

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"Take Me Away is a waste of cheap paper. It's so damned bad I wouldn't line a hamster cage with its pages. Dearest readers, if Madra Milton's latest work is in your TBR pile, then use it for kindling -- a nice fire is about the only pleasure you'll get out of it."
Eve Moore finished reading the latest post on The Blog Bitch and sighed. Leaning over the shoulder of her friend Val Carter -- who was the bitch in question -- she tapped the screen. "Is it just me or do you like being mean?"
"Duh. Mean is fun. Besides, I pay good money for these novels. If they disappoint me, I have a right to say so." Val logged off and shut down her laptop.
"Oh, please. You're a used bookstore slut and an almost permanent fixture at the library," said Eve. "When's the last time you bought a new book?"
"Yesterday." Val pushed away from the tiny desk and stood up. She grinned. "Adora LaFortune's Midnight Mask. "
"You didn't! Val... no."
"Oh, yes. I'm saving it for my Holiday Hell Reads. Merry fucking Christmas, baby."
Eve grimaced. Lately, Val had gotten more delight out of trashing than out of reading romance novels. Not even her favorite authors were immune from her vitriol.
"It seems ironic that a woman named Valentine can't find anything nice to say about love, romance, intimacy or the books that celebrate those emotions."
Val shrugged. "Just because I'm named Valentine doesn't mean I have to buy in to the whole concept of soul mates and happily-ever-afters." She looked at Eve. "Just because you're dating Adora doesn't make her immune from The Blog Bitch. How is ol' Steven Jones, anyway?"
Eve was relieved at her friend's change of tone. She was tired of arguing with her about books and blogs. "Almost finished with his next book. He makes more money writing erotic romances as Adora, but his first love is the horror genre."
"Good thing I don't review horror books. C'mon. Let's get some wine."
Eve followed Val from the bedroom into the apartment's small kitchen. Val retrieved the bottle of blackberry merlot from the fridge.
"I don't know how the man researches his horror novels," said Eve, as she watched Val pour the wine, "but what we do for the erotica is fun."
"Hmm. He doesn't come out during the day, he doesn't like junk food, he's a wine snob, and the dude needs a tan." Val grinned. "Obviously, he's a vampire."
"For a man who's undead he sure doesn't mind garlic," said Eve. "Besides, he collects crosses. You should see his house. Seems like every wall has some sort of cross or crucifix on it."
"Are you sure there's not anything wrong with him? You've reached the three-month mark, which is a record for you." Val gave her a glass of blackberry merlot then leaned against the counter. "You're usually bored or pissed off with a guy within thirty days."
"I like Steven. I feel like I've known him forever." She sipped the wine then looked beseechingly at her friend. "Do you have to blog about Midnight Mask?"
"Oh, please! You didn't protest this much when I blogged about Swelter, which was your favorite Adora book of all time. Of course, that was before you met the almighty book god and started boinking him."
Startled at Val's vehemence, Eve frowned. "That's not fair."
"You used to think The Blog Bitch was funny as hell until you got mixed up with Steven. Now, all I hear about is how much blog snark hurts the feelings of authors and how there's this huge double standard. So what if authors can't snark back without looking like assholes? Who cares?"
"You should care. And so should other readers." She sighed. "The blog was your therapy. The divorce was hard on you and you needed the escape. But it's been a year, Val. Don't you think you should try to have a life?"
"I have a life. It's called The Blog Bitch." She chugged down the rest of the merlot and put the empty glass on the counter. Then she glared at Eve. "At least my fans love me."
"Cold comfort." Eve sucked in a calming breath. Her friendship with Val had been faltering and she didn't know why. "Honey, all you do is work then come home to read and to blog. It's pathetic."
Val stood stiffly, her fists clenched, her eyes flashing with anger. "Stop judging the way I live my life. Hell, you were just like me before you met Steven. Not everyone gets the hunky, smart, rich guy."
Hurt, Eve turned around and poured the rest of her wine into the sink. She rinsed the glass, then turned off the water and faced her friend. She didn't want to think that her friendship with Val was disintegrating completely, but it sure as hell felt that way. "Will you be home tomorrow?"
"It's Christmas Eve," said Val with a sigh. "Where else would I be?"
Eve's heart went out to her friend. Val was an only child. Her parents had died years ago in a car accident. She had no one with whom to celebrate the holidays. It was one of the things that had drawn them together. Eve had no siblings either, and her parents had died when she was ten. She'd been raised by a grandmother who had passed away two summers ago. "Are you sure you don't want to come to Steven's house? We'll have plenty of food and alcohol. He bought every Christmas movie ever made. It'll be fun."
"Three's a crowd." Val flashed a tired smile. "But thanks."

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1208

Excerpt: Melanie Unmasked by Michele Bardsley

Melanie Unmasked

Madam Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights

Michele Bardsley

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2008 Michele Bardsley

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.

*****

“Pick me up a latte, will you?”
Melanie Trident stopped tapping numbers into the computer and looked at her stepsister, the luscious Venus Montgomery, head honcho of Viva Venus, the West Coast’s premiere spa. And in California, where spas were as numerous as Paris Hilton’s sex tapes, being booked six months in advance was no small feat.
Venus was the spa’s best advertisement. She leaned casually against the desk, looking thin, blonde, and gorgeous. Venus and Melanie were the same height, 5’ 5”, and yet Venus always looked taller. Her sis never had a bad hair day. Her body had no flaws -- no fat, no scars, no pimples.
Melanie had all the above. Her curly hair could never be tamed, her eyes were the color of dirt, and -- due to a childhood accident -- she had a scar that curled from the top of her right cheek to her eye. She fought the war on acne every day, and nearly always lost.
“Hel-lo, Mel?”
“Are your other minions busy?”
Venus rolled her eyes. “How long have you been in this office?”
“All morning.”
“And for the last two days, you’ve been stuffed back here, cave dweller.”
“Quarterly reports are a bitch.”
“So am I. I need a latte and you need some sunshine.”
Melanie sighed. Venus was genuinely nice, which made it really damned hard to hate her beauty and golden-touch success. She was Melanie’s only family, even though the unfortunate marriage between her father and Venus’s mother lasted a mere three years. Her father’s death had left Melanie in financial hell. The bank took Dad’s house, the finance company reclaimed his battered Ford truck, and the credit card company stuck Melanie with the $10,563 her father had spent. She really should’ve known better than to open that account and give her Dad an “emergency” credit card. Richard Trident had deemed everything an emergency.
Venus offered her a job as the spa’s accountant despite the fact Melanie had been unable to finish her degree. The salary was overly generous -- Venus had given her the help she so desperately needed without making her a charity case.
“You haven’t gone out with me in a while,” said Venus. Her rosebud lips dipped into a pout. “How about attending the opening of Club Mirage this weekend?”
“I’d rather fall into a pit of spikes.”
“It’ll be fun. It’s sorta like a modern version of a masked ball. You get to dress in something shiny and you get to wear a sexy mask. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Not as fun as dying slowly on a sharp piece of metal,” said Melanie. “Of course, if I sorta aim when I jump into the pit, one spike could pierce my heart.” She pressed her hands against her chest and widened her gaze. “Gaaaaaaaah.”
“Way to be melodramatic.” Venus leaned forward and handed Melanie her platinum credit card. “I’m pulling out the boss card and pummeling you with it. I hereby order you to take my credit card and slack off. Go shopping. Buy something outrageous and useless. Do not come back here until tomorrow.”
“I still have a lot of work to do,” said Melanie.
“I don’t care. Take the card and go away.”