Paranormal Mates Society III by Ann Jacobs, Kira Stone, Cat Marsters, Amelia Elias and Isabella Jordan

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. III (Collection)
by Ann Jacobs, Isabella Jordan, Kira Stone, Cat Marsters and Amelia Elias

Cover art: Bryan Keller and Karen Fox and Fabiano Fabris
ISBN: 978-1-60521-685-0
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author
Length: Collection
Page Count: 281

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Blurb
A god tries to keep from putting the man of his dreams to sleep, a vampire Dom handles two sexy subs, a satyr plays a practical joke on the God of War and the Fury of Disasters, the site administrator's sex life heats up thanks to a sexy satyr, and a woman posing as a witch finds love with a werewolf can truly be -- it's Satan's own online dating service, and chaos has never been quite this hot!
This anthology contains the previously released Paranormal Mates Society novellas Insomnia, O Positive, Loving Fury, Playing with Matches, and The Midnight Hour. These titles are all available as individual e-book releases. This collection is also available in print!
Excerpt
Paranormal Mates Society Vol. III (Collection)
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Excerpt from Loving Fury
Copyright ©2011 Amelia Elias
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"Hey," he murmured, cupping my face in his hands. "Thera, talk to me. What's going on?"
I tried to bat his hands away. They stayed put, stubbornly unbattable. Finally I gave in to the inevitable and glared at him, not hiding the moisture on my cheeks. "There, are you happy now?" I snapped. "Want to make fun of me a little more? Maybe this will solidify your reputation as the Bad-Ass of Olympus—the Great Ares, the god who made a Fury cry. That'd be perfect for you, wouldn't it?"
"Shit," he whispered, but he didn't release me. His hands slid down to my shoulders, holding them in a gentle grip that was still unbreakable. "Thera, I -- damn, I'm sorry. I thought... well, I mean, I assumed...”
"I know what you assumed," I said, trying to get hold of myself and failing miserably. The tears were falling in a steady rain now. "You assumed what everyone else does -- Furies don't have feelings. We don't think of anything but destruction, don't want anything but blood, don't value anything but suffering. Well, guess what? You and everyone else forget one little fact -- I'm a goddess, same as any other! Does Athena think only of collecting more wisdom? Does Artemis hunt all the time, forsaking everything else? Does Aphrodite spend her every waking moment screwing?"
Ares was looking at me like he'd never seen me before -- and I suppose he hadn't. "With Aphrodite, it's close," he said, but he didn't smile. "I'm sor --"
"Yeah, you're sorry, everyone's sorry, big fucking deal," I interrupted, again trying to escape his grasp and again failing. "At least you've done one thing for me -- I won't waste any more time trying to be something no one will let me be. Damn it, Ares, will you let me go already?"
He shook his head. "Not until you let me apologize properly," he said, and when I took a breath to yell at him some more, he stopped my mouth with his own.
I froze. His lips were firm, his tongue teasing; he tasted of the sweet dessert wine and a hint of spice, and I didn't have a clue what to do with him when he was kissing me. He nipped my lip, surprising a gasp from me and making me aware for the first time that I wasn't breathing. I jerked my head away as if waking from a dream.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped, trying for outraged and only achieving breathless.
"Apologizing," he murmured as he scattered little kisses over my jaw.
"I don't need a pity-fuck in an elevator to make me feel better," I growled, and tried to shut up every neglected part of my body that was screaming for me to take it back, that pity-fucks were just fine and they'd like one or two of them right now.
He nuzzled my earlobe, which immediately joined the chorus of body parts clamoring for a good fucking, pity-induced or otherwise. "Too bad," he whispered. He caught my hand and pressed it to the front of his slacks, molding my palm against the rigid length behind his zipper. "What about one to make me feel better?"
Yes! my body screamed. I told it to shut up and tried not to notice the thickness of his cock under my hand, the warm, hard size of it. I failed utterly. "Get off me!"
"No," he said, and this time when he kissed me, he was serious about it.
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Paranormal Mates Society Vol II by Isabella Jordan, Kyla Logan, Michelle Hoppe, and Lia Connor

 Paranormal Mates Society Vol. II (Collection)
by Isabella Jordan, Kyla Logan, Michelle Hoppe and Lia Connor

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-684-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author
Length: Collection
Page Count: 275
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Blurb:

Paranormal Mates Society, where finding the love of your life is supernatural, super easy. Long to soar to the heavens with the match of your dreams? Log on to ParanormalMatesSociety.com!
A snowleopard finds her werewolf and hopes he's not a killer, a mer finds love with a selkie seeking a mate, a daughter rebels and sparks fly when the man of her dreams steps off the screen and swims into her life, a sailor, lured in by the song of a siren, finds himself ensnared in a life and a love that never ends -- it's Satan's own online dating service, and chaos has never been quite this hot!
Excerpt:
Paranormal Mates Society Vol. II
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Excerpt from Sea of Love by Kyla Logan
Copyright ©2011 Kyla Logan
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Even though she was expecting the ring on her phone, she still jumped when it rang. Answering, she closed her eyes, waiting for the first sound of his voice.
"Danara? It's Taine."
Neptune, he did talk like Sean Connery, but oh so much more sexy. She felt a wave of sensation run through her body and the flush of moisture in her pussy on hearing his voice.
"Danara, are you there?"
Opening her eyes, she met his and answered his question with a shaky smile.
"Yes, I am here I was just..." She broke off unable to say anything more. She reached up with her hand and gently touched his face on the screen and heard his indrawn breath. This was an amazing experience, seeing him and talking to him at the same time. Thousands of miles apart.
"I know, love. I know. I can't believe that I have finally found my mate," Taine whispered in her ear. "You do feel the same, don't you? I'm not the only one who is sure that..."
"Of course I feel the same. I've never reacted this way before with any man," Danara cut in, pleased that he felt as she did. "It's just that this was so unexpected. And to hear your voice, well, it sent flutters down my body." Blushing, she stopped before she completely embarrassed herself.
"I'm sitting here very uncomfortable, so knowing you feel the same doesn't make me feel so bad." Taine laughed in her ear.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry." Danara wasn't sure what to say to him after he admitted to having a hard-on at the sound of her voice. Well, she could ask him to keep talking while she masturbated, but she was too shy to suggest that to him!
"It's not your fault, little one. Just the way my body is reacting to yours. There's nothing we can do about it. Unless..."
Danara waited for Taine to continue, but she already knew what he was loath to put into words for fear she would be insulted. After all, he didn't know her, not really. He just recognized her as his mate. She decided she would be the one to make the first move.
"Watch me, Taine. If this is not what you meant, let me know immediately," Danara whispered huskily, then stood up and started to unbutton her dress.
Hearing the groan in her ear told her she hadn't misunderstood what he wanted. Slipping the sleeveless dress off her shoulders, Danara let it slide down and off her body, then sat back down and waited for his reaction.
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Paranormal Mates Society Vol 1 by Dakota Cassidy and Rachel Bo

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)

by Dakota Cassidy, Rachel Bo, Willa Okati and Lacey Savage Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-683-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 280

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Blurb:
Welcome to Paranormal Mates Society, where finding the love of your life is supernatural, super easy. Tired of squeamish humans passing you over because blood is your beverage of choice? Are your fins fed up with the goldfish bowl of dating? Did the devil make you give up on ever finding your soul mate? Long to soar to the heavens with the match of your dreams? Log on to www.ParanormalMatesSociety.com!

Vamps masquerade as werewolves, fire serpents melt the hearts of Yetis, a psychic tames her genie -- it's Satan's own online dating service, and chaos has never been quite this hot!
This anthology contains the previously released Paranormal Mates Society novellas Matchmaker's Match, Finders Keepers, Long Tall Furry, and Chunkybuttfunky.
Excerpt:
Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)
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Excerpt from Long Tall Furry by Rachel Bo
Copyright ©2011 Rachel Bo
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Goss grabbed her bag and led her to a snow-treaded, heavy-duty all terrain vehicle built exactly to his specifications. Sinna's eyes widened, but she said nothing as he handed her a helmet and climbed on board. She pulled the helmet over her head and hopped on behind him. "Let's go!"
He couldn't help showing off, gunning the motor and doing a three-sixty before they shot up the side of the mountain.
The wind's roar and the engine's rumble were all he could hear, music to his ears as they skated over the brittle snow toward his home. He almost forgot Sinna was there, until her arms tightened painfully around his middle and she yelled "Stop!" in his ear.
Goss killed the engine, sliding to a standstill. Sinna slid off the ATV, and stood in the knee-deep snow, panting heavily.
"Are you all right?" He thought she was scared, until she raised her eyes. The pupil was now a vertical slit, and her topaz irises rimmed in red. Astonished, he sat there unbelieving and watched as she tore at her clothes, kicking off her sneakers, peeling away her skin-tight jeans, tossing her thick sweater over her head.
There she stood, in all her jet-black glory. Goss swallowed, painfully aware of the bulge at his crotch.
"Fuck me," Sinna hissed. "Please."
Under any other circumstances, Goss would have turned and raced in the opposite direction. Yet those eyes, those inhuman, mesmerizing eyes were begging him to understand. There was pain there, and the promise of an explanation, but what she needed now was the one thing his body was all too eager to give her.
With a growl, Goss leaped to the ground and gathered her up in his arms.
Her lips, so hot against his, tasted of spikenard. Just like the Himalayan herb, Sinna was precious and rare, a prize to be cherished and guarded for all of his days. He grunted in surprise at his reaction. But God, she was sweet. Soft in all the right places, and yet firm and hefty in his embrace. With this woman, there was no fear of breaking her.
He shifted one hand to grip her shoulder, bending her back so that his tongue could savor the rapidly beating pulse at her neck. Moaning, she reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, dragging his head to her breast.
Goss opened his mouth, covering the midnight-hued pearl of her nipple, drawing it deep into his throat. Sinna whimpered, arching, pressing into him.
Gods, but she was hot! Literally feverish. Her flesh where it touched his burned like wildfire, making him ache, but it was a delicious pain, a sensation that sent pleasure spiraling down to his groin. Supporting her with one arm, he reached down and ripped off his khakis, groaning with relief as this freed his painful erection.
"Now," Sinna cried. "Please, do it now!"
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