DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays (10 December)

Join Changeling Press every Monday (and Sunday in December) for the full first chapter excerpts of all the new releases of the previous Thursday.

And a special announcement... the blog is now at a new home. All the same content and in the same format just with a different host.

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays (10 December):

** Dying for a White Christmas by Renee George
(Erotic MMF Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/dying-for-a-white-christmas-by-renee-george/

** Belonging to Hayden by Jessica Coulter Smith
(Erotic MF Shifter/Vampire Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/belonging-to-hayden-by-jessica-coulter-smith/

** Five by Riley Ashford
(Erotic MF Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/five-by-riley-ashford/


DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (09 December):

** Santa's Helpers: Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/christmas-glow-by-megan-slayer/

** Santa's Helpers: Christmas Elves are Ringing by Sean Michael
(Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/christmas-elves-are-ringing-by-sean-michael/

** Santa's Helpers: Aliens Stole the Frozen Turkey by Ashlynn Monroe
(Erotic MFM SciFi Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/aliens-stole-the-frozen-turkey-by-ashlynn-monroe/

** Santa's Helpers: Epiphany by Mychael Black
(Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/epiphany-by-mychael-black/


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New Releases 06 Dec -- Naughty List Winners!

The Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title on release day!

Congratulations to our first four winners --

Order #205069 Elizabeth V. (Santa's Helpers: Zarakion's Tip) $5
Order #205114 Lisa J. (Santa's Helpers: Wolf Run) $10
Order #205143 Stephanie C. (Santa's Helpers: Mistletoe Mistakes) $5
Order #205127 Carrie D. (Santa's Helpers: Damned Santa) $5

New Releases

Five by Riley Ashford $3.49

Mallen's on a mission to save her pack and her husband. All she has to do is sacrifice her life.

Dying for a White Christmas by Reneé George $4.49

Sex, blood, and violence. The prelude to a Christmas to die for.

Tales of Moonspell 1: Belonging to Hayden by Jessica Coulter Smith $4.49

Abducted by vampires, Daniela is thrust into Hayden's arms when she's used as werewolf bait.

Spotlight: Christmas Bunny by Camille Anthony $1.99

Three rogue hillbillies or a wolf? It'll take a Christmas miracle to get Ouida out of this tangle.

New Hot Flashes

Santa's Helpers: Aliens Stole the Frozen Turkey by Ashlynn Monroe $2.99

Betty Jean never expected to spend Christmas Eve with the sexiest circus ringmaster in the galaxy.

Santa's Helpers: Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer $2.99

One concert changed her mind, but can one night truly change her life?

Santa's Helpers: Epiphany by Mychael Black $2.99

All it takes is a little kindness and a lot of action...

Santa's Helpers: Christmas Elves Are Ringing by Sean Michael $2.99

Can Bane give Joey the attitude adjustment he needs in time to fill Santa's sleigh with toys?

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All Holiday Howlz, Sugarplums, and White Hot Christmas stories now only 99¢

A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest -- Win Free Books for a year!

Nine readers will win Free Books For A Year:

One book a month (Five winners, 12 books each)

Two books a month (Two winners, 24 books each!)

Two books a week (Two winners, 104 books each!)

And the Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title on release day!

The best part -- all you have to do to get on Changeling's Naughty List is buy any Santa's Helpers Christmas title at www.ChangelingPress.com during the month of December and you're automatically entered to win.

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Fae Me Not by Riley Ashford

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Fae Me Not by Riley Ashford cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-430-6 Genre(s): Paranormal Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1392

Blurb:

Once upon a time...
A fairy prince lost his true love due to his own selfish mistake. Now, they're cursed to live apart... him in the world of humans and her in the fae realm. He remembers everything. She remembers nothing. One day every year they both must relive the most painful day of their lives. He's doomed to break her heart.
Only this time around, he's determined to write a new ending... one that will free them both.
Excerpt:
Fae Me Not
Riley Ashford
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Riley Ashford

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Once upon a time...
He loved her.
Achingly so.
It was terrifying, this feeling.
Love turned him into someone he didn't know, made him act in ways that weren't his own, and then this... this gorgeous devastation did something worse than all the rest: It made him believe in happily ever after.
He stood at the window, his gaze taking in the seamless indigo sky. In the Fae realm there were no stars. No sun. No moon. There was day, and there was night, both achieved in a magical way they all accepted. There were no scientists here, no curious souls searching to understand why something was, or seek ways to improve it. This place was perfect -- nature's beauty and bounty, all without a single mistake in either root or petal. The Fae were connected to their world, an extension of everything around them.
There were doorways to other worlds, but the one fairies liked to visit most of all was the human world.
Humans were fascinating, he supposed. Those messy, boisterous, rude creatures always struggled against their natures and their places in the world. He knew now what that felt like -- his love for her had created within him a terrible unknowing. He no longer understood his place in this world.
He was changed.
Below, the party spilled onto the palace grounds, an even more decadent celebration than those of nights past.
Fairies loved a good party, almost as much as they loved a good wedding.
"Prince Selfish."
Her voice echoed with laughter as she entered his bedroom. She'd called him that the first time they'd met, only then she'd meant to insult him. Now, it was an endearment. He turned from his contemplation at the window and watched her close the heavy door, then cross the room. She wore a gossamer blue dress that swished around her knees and left her shoulders bare. She'd left her hair down, those silky strands falling to her waist as shiny as spun gold.
"I don't know what's happened to me," he said.
"I happened." She took his hand and lifted it to kiss his knuckles. She was always doing such things. Why did she feel so sure? It was as if she was born to love him and him alone.
He couldn't control himself.
But there were other things that were his to control.
He took hold of her glorious blonde locks and pulled until her head tilted back. He leaned down and whispered, "Do as I say."
"Yes, my darling."
His heart stuttered. Such beautiful, instant submission. It was just another of the gifts she gave him so easily. How could the person who always made him feel like he was walking on air also make him feel so grounded?
Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he kissed her deeply. With his free hand, he dipped into the front of her gown and caressed her breasts.
She moaned.
He took his time, both with the kiss and the tending of her nipples. He pinched each turgid peak between his fingers, rolling, twisting, teasing, until she quaked in his embrace.
He released her hair, and stepped back.
She stood there, her gaze on the floor, her hands folded demurely as she awaited his commands. His cock was so hard, it ached. He wanted to fuck her. And if he told her to go to the bed, lean down, and offer him her ass, she would.
He sucked in air through clenched teeth. "Take off your dress."
She rolled her shoulders and the dress swirled, sliding down her lithe body to pool like sapphires on the floor. She wore nothing underneath. Not even the usual lace scrap of underwear.
"Two days before the wedding," he said. "We're breaking tradition."
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By the Numbers: More Than by Riley Ashford

More Than

by Riley Ashford cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-380-4

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, BDSM

Theme(s): Vampires

Series: By the Numbers

Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1333

Blurb:
After an abusive Master nearly beat her to death, submissive Lora Nelson turned her back on the lifestyle and escaped into a mundane existence. She works the night shift at a grocery store and lives in a run-down apartment, but she has her freedom and, more importantly, her dignity.

And then he shows up.

The mysterious stranger catches her unaware in her own apartment, and offers her a tantalizing choice -- let him reintroduce her to the world of BDSM on her terms. Now, Lora just has to decide if she has the courage to submit to a new Master, one who promises to chase away her shadows, and give her more than she could ever imagine.

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Lora went inside her apartment, locked the door behind her, tossed off her shoes, shed her coat, and dropped her purse. Her foyer light had burned out a few nights ago and she kept forgetting to change the bulb.

She shuffled into her bedroom already yanking her work shirt out from her black pants. All she wanted was a shower, a glass of wine, and some deep, dreamless sleep.

The next thing she knew, she'd been shoved against the wall. The right side of her face pressed against the smooth surface.

Her heart stuttered then started pounding fiercely.

The intruder held her wrists behind her back with one strong hand. The other hand grasped her shoulder.

Icy fear balled in her stomach. Oh, God. Had she just been thinking about how nothing scared her?

Her throat knotted and her mouth went dry.

"Y-you can have my purse," she said. "Take anything in the house. It's yours."

"Anything?" His breath ghosted over her cheek.

She didn't have much of value: a TV with a built-in DVD player, a jar full of change, a silver jewelry box inherited from her great-grandmother.

"Yes," she said hoarsely. "Anything."

"I want you."

Tears fell. Richard had always taken what he wanted. She hadn't been allowed to say no. Not ever. So, whatever this man did tonight had been done before. But it didn't mean he wouldn't hurt her, or make her feel all those terrible things she'd felt before. How much could the spirit take before it broke?

"Just get it over with," she whispered.

The hand on her neck drifted up to wipe the tears from her cheek.

"I've been watching you," he said. "Waiting for you. Sweet Lora. I know those thoughts you tuck away. The dark dreams you're afraid to reveal because of him. He was a bastard. He wanted your devotion. He wanted to possess you. You thought he would give you what you needed -- but he never gave, did he? He just took."

"Stop," she said. "Just... stop."

He was scaring her in an entirely different way now. An intruder who wanted her money or her physical submission was one thing. A man who plucked out her fears and needs from her own mind was something else.

He let go of her wrists then raised her arms above her head. He flattened her hands on the wall. He pushed fully against her, his arousal rubbing against her ass.

She sucked in a breath.

"Keep your hands on the wall," he commanded. "Nod if you understand."

She nodded. Her heart tripled its beat as the man slowly raised her shirt.

His lips traced the curve of her spine. When he reached the top band of her bra, he slid back down, his tongue flickering along her skin.

"You're a very good girl, Lora." He pressed against her again, his fingers sliding over her hips. "You are so luscious. So beautiful. Do you believe that?"

"No," she admitted.

"I'm proud of you for being honest," he said, approval ripe in his tone. "But I'm disappointed in your answer."

Her stomach squeezed. She swallowed the "I'm sorry," because she wouldn't apologize. The situation had turned into something surreal. She wondered if perhaps she had fallen asleep, and this was a dream.

"Will you accept a gift?"

"Do I have a choice?" she asked bitterly. What would this gift be? His cock ramming into her? She squeezed her eyes shut against another barrage of tears.

"You always have a choice, Lora."

She shouldn't even feel curiosity. She should be trying to think of a way to get free. How could she make him leave without hurting her or taking what little possessions she had? Her treacherous body was reacting to his male strength, to the command in his tone, and to the gentleness of his hands.

"I a-accept."

He wound something thin and soft around her neck. "Until tomorrow night," he said. "Sweet dreams."

Then he was gone.

For a long moment Lora sucked in steadying breaths, then with her legs quivering, she turned around and faced her empty, dark bedroom.
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Cougar by Riley Ashford

Cougar

by Riley Ashford cover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-379-8

Genre(s): BDSM

Theme(s): BBW

Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1313

Blurb:

When a gorgeous young man fourteen years her junior approaches Anna Brevington in the hopes of having a little fun, she can't resist the challenge. Nic Dumont is sexy, intelligent, and confident. He also seems to know exactly what she needs -- in bed and out.
Nic Dumont has never wanted a woman more than he wants Anna. The sexy forty-two-year-old knows her worth as a woman -- and she sure as hell knows how to use that delicious, curvaceous bod of hers. But Nic wants more than just the fling she's offering. He wants Anna -- heart and soul.
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Nicholas Dumont stared at the paper cup holding his still too hot Sumatra blend coffee, and studied the brown lid with an undeserved intensity.

Then he snuck another look at the beauty two tables over.

Fifteen minutes until midnight, on a Friday night no less, so the bookstore coffee shop was mostly empty.

Tired clerks enjoined customers to bring their purchases to the front registers, but last-minute browsers still scurried among the shelves. Those readers were hardcore.

He, on the other hand, was just bored.

Brevington Books and More was a classy mid-town independent -- it was all glass and wood and metal, with three levels housing books, music, DVDs, and other treasures -- such as framed posters of old horror flicks, a display of first edition comic books, and the mini-museum showcasing ancient artifacts from around the world. The kids' section was a paradise for youngsters -- bright colors, small furniture, and chunky toys. He liked that the store made just as big a deal out of their small press published authors as they did the New York Times bestsellers. He'd found himself drifting more and more often to the place, just to hang out, to people watch, to think.

He sipped the coffee, deemed it too hot, and unable to resist, looked again at the lady. She wore her blonde hair long, longer than was usual for her age. It had multi-toned highlights and loose curls that flirted with her shoulders. She was rounder than the stick thin club girls who so often pressed their bodies against his while trying to woo him. She was taller, too, her long legs stretched out under the table, her ankles crossed, her feet shucked from cork wedge heels. He noticed the pretty red toenails and the little star tattoo above her ankle. It was gold, and he had the insane urge to flick his tongue there. Her concession to summer was a pair of khaki capris, and a filmy animal print shirt with three-quarter sleeves. Yes, she was beautiful, but he recognized camouflage when he saw it.

Still, the woman typing so efficiently on her laptop was just that -- a woman.

He got up, taking his coffee with him, and sauntered to her table. "May I sit?"

She flicked her gaze from her laptop to him, and frowned. He was nearly struck dumb by the intense blue of her eyes. He smiled to hide his discombobulation. She was softer in the face, too, but her beauty wasn't faded and her make-up wasn't applied desperation. That's what he enjoyed so much about older women -- they had grown into themselves, comfortable with their bodies and what they could do with them.

He wondered what she could do to him.

"The high school is down the street," she said, recognizing his interest and dismissing it.

"Oh, I wasn't on my way to school, ma'am," he drawled. "I just wondered if you needed a lift to the nursing home."

Her gaze had returned to the laptop, but after his comment, those gorgeous blue eyes snapped to his, and he waited to see her reaction. He could see the corners of her lips quiver. "Don't you worry about me," she offered coolly, "I have my walker and my Life Alert pendant."

"Oh, now I couldn't let you go off all alone. My grandmother would never forgive me if she knew I'd left one of her friends to fend for herself."

She stared at him, her gaze revealing nothing, and then she grinned. The impact of her curving lips was nearly as devastating as her eyes -- especially with the dimple that appeared like an exclamation point on the left side of her mouth. "Grandmother, huh?"

"She's eighty-six," he said. "But you might be a little younger than that."

"Only by a year or two."

He studied her face, and let her see how much he wanted to nibble those apple red lips of hers. She wasn't intimidated. She flourished a hand toward the chair across from her. "Go on, Romeo. Have a seat."

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She's the One by Riley Ashford

She's the One
by Riley Ashford
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-205-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Werewolves
Series: By the Numbers
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1139

Blurb:

Assassin Cass Rogers has a single mission: kill Queen Isolde's cousin to prevent his claim to her throne. She tracks Kirk Raynard to his crappy mansion on the outskirts of a Midwestern town, and she finds him happily ensconced with his werewolf lover, Jaron, and their mate: a pregnant human named Leann.
Even though Cass isn't a fan of the antiquated vampire court or its crazy queen, the payment for her services will be immortal life. Better to live as a bloodsucker than to die at twenty-six, all because her stupid human heart is giving out on her.
Erick and Tarn are warriors sent by their pack's Tribunal to take out Jaron and the woman carrying his abomination. Erick and Tarn are also lovers, both looking for the female mate who will breed with them and keep their warrior lines going.
Cass attacks them as they try to enter the vampire's lair, and she nearly kicks both their asses. They realize they've found a worthy candidate -- if she's willing to become werewolf. When Cass suggests they work together to complete the assignment, they agree on one condition: Share a night in their bed...and survive it.

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Cass Rogers peered through the thick branches of the pine tree that hid her presence. She was twenty feet up clinging to the trunk, her feet lightly resting on a limb not quite as thick as her arm. Below her was the dilapidated old mansion that belonged to Kirk Raynard.
In the whole house, only two rooms showed evidence of occupation -- upstairs on the right, the master suite with its elaborate, leaf-strewn balcony, and downstairs on the left, the smaller space once used as a parlor. Given the fragrant smoke rising from the chimneys and the flickering colors that painted the windows, it was safe to say the only sources of heat and light were the wood-burning fireplaces.
Sheesh. You'd think a vampire could pay his electric bill. And hello? Summer was not the time for cozy fires in hearths.
The wind kicked up, the first volley from the threatening storm. The branches rattled and the top of the tree swayed. Cass readjusted her grip, inhaling the sharp sting of pine. Here in this Midwestern cesspit, August meant it was unbearably hot and humid. Sweat popped out on her forehead and dribbled down her temples. Usually she wore a jacket to hide her Walther PPK snug in its shoulder holster, but she couldn't add another layer to her long-sleeved knit shirt, jeans, and boots -- all black. Her knives were hidden in their usual spots.
The unseasonable clothing, including the gloves, was necessary for her concealment. Her skin was too pale, more a result of her declining health than lack of sunshine. Though she didn't particularly enjoy daylight activities.
Good thing, too.
Cass continued to study the mansion for what seemed like the fiftieth time in two days. Without electricity or any obvious security system, getting into the house would be easy. Especially if she entered through the broken attic window. It was small, but even though she was tall, she was slender. She'd fit through, so long as she held her breath and sucked in her stomach.
No, the house wasn't a prob.
The werewolves were.
She'd counted three, not including the one already in the house with Kirk and the human woman. She hadn't seen the girl with her own eyes. The audio bug she'd placed on the bedroom window yesterday confirmed her presence. Cass's stomach clenched. She couldn't imagine being a bloodsucker's pet. A couple of the vampires lounging around Queen Isolde's sumptuous throne room had had humans sitting next to them like dogs on leashes. It made her sick, the way that asshole Carlos kept nibbling the neck of his female slave. She was naked, and pale from blood loss. And the look in her eyes…
Cass shuddered. She'd rather be dead.
The biggest werewolf she'd ever seen, though her paranormal education had only begun a month ago, padded through the open front door of the house. She saw shadows pass in the bottom floor window, so that wolfie was hanging out in there.
"Fuck," she muttered. She'd had bad odds before, but dealing with four werewolves, a vampire, and a potential mental case? And even if she managed to complete her objective and live, she still had to worry about whether or not the vampire queen would keep her word.
Queen Isolde was pissed off at her cousin for missing the annual tribute in June. Not only had he dissed her by not presenting a juicy human morsel, he'd screwed up her plans to assassinate him. He was the last link to the royal family, the only vampire with any real shot of icing the queen and getting away with it.
"And that's why I have to kill you, buddy." Her gaze flicked to the top floor. The French doors were closed. The frosted glass on the panes prevented her from a direct look into the room, though it didn't hide the dancing firelight. The audio bug confirmed all three were in there, the vampire, his werewolf lover, and the woman. And they were having fun.
It had been a while since she'd had that kind of fun.
Getting laid was the least of her worries right now. And besides, the human might be glamoured or too scared to protest the bedroom games. Though she giggled an awful lot. Not that Cass was opposed to a little bondage, a little forced seduction, or a little spanking.

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Two Hot by Riley Ashford

Two Hot
by Riley Ashford

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-199-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1118

Blurb:

Slayer Damon Phillips is dying of cancer. He figures if he’s going to kick the bucket, then he’s gonna do something really stupid: Seduce gorgeous vampire Belle DeLuc.
Belle has no problem spending a passionate night with Damon, even if he’s notorious for staking bloodsuckers. He excites her in a way no other man has for two centuries, and she wants him to stick around. Forever.
When Belle offers to give her new lover immortal life, she doesn’t realize she’s played right into Damon’s devious hands. But the slayer is having second thoughts. Should he abandon his mission and save the vampire… or unleash the deadly secret that will kill them both?

Excerpt:

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"What are you waiting for?" he demanded raggedly. "I know you want to sink your fangs into my neck."
His breathing was uneven. Her ears picked up the increased beat of his heart. She might not be able to read his thoughts, but she could practically feel his fear, his excitement.
"I've already had dinner, thanks. The blood bank served a terrific AB entrée with a lovely O for dessert."
"Great. I get the one vampire who still has a soul." He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He re-directed his gaze toward the ocean. "I found you in Chicago last month."
The bombshell was dropped casually, with the intention of rattling her.
"You were the one tracking me?" she asked pleasantly. Outwardly she showed no signs of distress, but inwardly, she cursed her complacency. Because she rarely fed directly from humans and never killed them, she was almost always off the radar of hunters. How had this one found her? And why?
His mind was blank, as immovable as a mountain. If she wanted answers, she would have to ask direct questions. Damn it.
Ignoring his verbal bait, Belle allowed herself the luxury of thinking, of waiting. She had accumulated enough wealth to do anything she pleased. She often visited Chicago because she enjoyed the city so much. Apparently, she was not as random about her movements as she'd thought. She'd sensed someone watching her, following her, but never managed to figure out his identity. Now, she knew why. Damon was a powerful psychic.
"I've been off my game," he said suddenly.
Once again, Belle found herself off-balance. She'd expected him to interrogate her, but instead his tone was confessional.
"Tired, unfocused, weak. But I still managed to follow you home. It was easy to sneak into your nest. Your wolf is a mental pushover."
"You entranced Rolf?" Her guardian was huge, vicious and fiercely loyal. And yet, Damon had managed to control him. Belle's stomach squeezed in dread. "You could've staked me."
"I stood over you with that spike hovering about your heart and… I couldn't do it. You were lying there -- naked and perfect and vulnerable. I wanted to kiss you, not kill you." He curled up a fist and slammed it into the sand. "I'm a hunter! Growing a conscience about slaying the undead is the last thing I needed."
She heard the defeat in his tone and guessed at its cause. "Something is wrong with you?"
"Yeah. I went to a doctor and he did a bunch of tests. Cancer."
The word fell bitterly from his lips.
"Ah. You believe that a vampire hunter murdered by his own prey offers you a noble end. That's why you tracked me here."
"No," he said, his eyes blazing with pure lust. "I want to fuck you. If that means my death… well, I'm already dying."
Shocked, Belle stared him. She certainly wasn't opposed to having hot, sweaty sex with him, but she wasn't in the habit of murdering her lovers. God! Had it never occurred to the darling idiot that she could save him? "Two bites and you could be mine forever."

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Snowfire: Three by Riley Ashford

Snowfire: Three
by Riley Ashford

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-198-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1106

Blurb:

When banned werewolf Jaron Dunmore has a chance encounter with gorgeous vampire Kirk Raynard and his human lover, Leann, he eagerly agrees to their sensual proposition. But their night of passion will give the lonely wolf a very unexpected gift…

Excerpt:

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Jaron Dunmore sat at his favorite table in Starbuck’s, his mocha gone cold and his newspaper unread. His heart yammered in his chest -- the result of both an undeniable attraction to a stranger and a blatant fear that he’d gone bonkers.
I’m gay. I like men. He’d told this mantra to his dick again and again. It wasn’t listening. Gay. Men. Love touching their chests and penises and muscled thighs. Love masculine lips on mine, male fingers stroking my flesh, and cocks in my hands, my mouth, my ass.
His gaze traveled around the interior of the small café until it once again landed on the tall brunette sitting at a corner table near the windows.
His cock reacted to the female. It got hard. Rod-of-steel hard. And the fantasies that his mind spun about that woman’s breasts! He’d never before had an urge to touch, much less taste any part of a woman.
Worst of all, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel his cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Wanted to feel her breasts scrape his chest. Wanted to hear her breathy feminine moans in his ear.
His body rigid with the weird desire, Jaron gave up pretenses and stared openly at the woman. She wasn’t pretty. Not in a traditional sense. Her cheekbones were too high, her lips too full, her nose too thin. Yet there was a shimmering beauty about her. Abstract and untouchable. Goddess-like.
Lust heated his blood, thrummed through his balls and hardened his cock. Her flawless skin required little make-up. Her hair was the color of milk chocolate and her eyes were dark brown. She was tall and stacked and dressed for the cold weather in boots, jeans, sweater, and a leather jacket. She sipped her coffee and read a magazine.
She lifted her gaze and caught him in the act of checking her out. Schmuck! Get out of here before you do something really stupid.
He put on his coat and threw away the cold coffee and unread newspaper. As he reached to push open the glass door, he found long, pale fingers wrapped around his wrist. Startled, he looked into the gaze of the woman who had tilted his world on its axis.
“Hello,” she said. Her eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence and -- oh shit -- attraction. His gaze drifted down to the hand on his sleeve. Her nails were neatly trimmed and coated with clear polish. She liked all the wonderful feminine qualities of being a girl, but not in a way that showed off.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her smile revealing a dimple near her right cheek. “I didn’t realize you were mute.”
“I’m not,” he said. “But I am gay. Very gay.”
“That’s nice. Is stating your sexual preference part of introductions where you’re from?”




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