DRB1stchp Changeling Press Sundays (10 March)

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Sundays (10 March):
(full first chapters online)

**Hybrid 3: Redra by Ruth D. Kerce
(Erotic Futuristic Shifter Romance, MFM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/redra-by-ruth-d-kerce/

**Soul Debt: Terms of Payment by Sarah Barimen
(Erotic Demon Romance, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/terms-of-payment-by-sarah-barimen/

**Bad Boys' Club 3: Haunting the Night by M.A. Church
(Shifter Erotica, MM)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/haunting-the-night-by-m-a-church/

**Angel Falls 3: Snake by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic Paranormal Cougar Romance, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/03/snake-by-stephanie-burke/


And revisit 24 Jan releases at the Book's Blurb blog:

**Audit This! by Anne Kane
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/03/audit-this.html

**Dragonfire: Covenant by B.J. McCall
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/03/covenant.html

**Protect and Serve: Sweet Delight by Mikala Ash
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/03/sweet-delight.html

**Pridelands by Jade Buchanan
http://thebooksblurb.blogspot.com/2013/03/pridelands.html

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New Releases 07 March 2013

New Releases:

Angel Falls: Snake by Stephanie Burke $4.49

Love believes in second chances.

Razor’s Edge: Haunting the Night by M.A. Church $3.99

Tobis has an obsession with leather. And pretty twinks who need to learn to obey.

Soul Debt: Terms of Payment by Sarah Barimen $3.49

Jack makes a Faustian bargain, but missed the bit where he'll be making payments to a male demon!

Hybrid: Redra by Ruth D. Kerce $2.99

Redra, Grady, and Cage make three -- and sex is a given.

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Romance with Fiction Burns

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.

Excerpt:

White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny
Ruth D. Kerce
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 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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Hybrid: Dox by Ruth D. Kerce

Hybrid: Dox


by Ruth D. Kerce

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-498-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Hybrid

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

In this relationship, he's the fox. Literally.

Dox -- part fox, part dog, part sexy man -- is a Hybrid, a shapeshifter, a quasi-human. And an engineer in the International Pod Program. Dox does what feels good, in bed and out, with no excuses or apologies.

Dr. Gabriella Matson, his mission boss, is a communications specialist and all woman. She loves Dox's sexual wildness, for he serves all her erotic needs.

When space debris threatens their pod, they must work together to survive. They've formed a strong bond and know that only their love and trust will save them.


Excerpt:
Hybrid: Dox


Ruth D. Kerce

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2010 Ruth D. Kerce



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At the sound of the alarm, Dr. Matson came running. She'd been in the control room when the space junk entered their sector and flew past. She peered into the cramped maintenance hole. "Dox! We've been hit by debris! The engines are overheating! The pod's going to blow!" She saw his muscled arm among the machinery, but nothing more of him. He'd wedged himself between the fueling regenerators.

"Get to the escape module!" he shouted back at her. Urgency and determination laced his voice, followed by a few choice muffled words.



"Not without you!" The two of them had come up in this pod, and the two of them were going down.



Dox's arm disappeared, and she saw a bit of bronze fluff appear close to the gray, tiled floor. He'd shapeshifted into his Hybrid form -- part dog, part fox. In his smaller shape, he'd be able to move more easily between the tightly-packed equipment, but his dexterity would be severely limited until he shifted back.



"You can't fix it!"



The pod's alarm blared. "Evacuate. All personnel evacuate. Explosion is imminent." The computerized female voice repeated the message in a loud, continuous monotone.



She heard a pop and sparks flew from a control panel beside her head. "Oh!" She jerked back, raising her arm to protect her face. Before all power failed, she rushed over to a second panel and activated the escape module, which once online operated off an independent power source. "Get out of there, Dox! That's an order!"



Now was not the time for heroics. Damn Hybrids thought they were invincible. The Hybrid Project -- a scientific experiment involving accelerated evolution to create a new species of quasi-humans -- had turned out to be one of mankind's greatest successes. And her greatest frustration since joining the International Pod Program.



The second generation Hybrids were exceptionally arrogant, in her opinion. At least the males. Female scientists in the program had to be excessively strong-willed to handle a male Hybrid match.



The alarm shut off and the unexpected silence threw her off balance. She looked up at the information panels. "Now what?" she whispered. The screens flickered, and she held her breath, expecting the worst.



"Explosion averted," the computerized voice announced. "Engines are stable."



As the readings returned to normal, she released a stress-filled sigh. "Thank goodness." Her relief was so great that she had to work hard to keep her legs from buckling. She'd thought for sure they were dead. She took the escape module offline, not wanting to waste its power in case they needed it later. "Dox?"



Suddenly, he stood in front of her. All six feet of muscled man. His brown hair, with streaks of bronze, looked ruffled and sexy. A smile graced his face, showing his dimples and straight white teeth to perfection. "I knew I could do it." His light brown eyes flashed at her. "That was close."



Her relief turned to frustration. She pointed a finger at him. "You disobeyed a direct order."



"Yeah. And?"



His response struck her speechless. But only for a heartbeat. Then she felt her temper boil. "Damn it, Dox!"



He chuckled and grabbed her around the waist. "Lighten up, Gabriella." He twirled her around until she finally relaxed and smiled. "Everything worked out."



"Okay, okay." She patted his chest. "Put me down." When he lowered her to the ground, sliding her down his muscular body, she felt his cock press against her stomach. Her smile faded. "Geez."



"I can't help it. We barely escaped a disaster. I'm wired." He smacked her ass. "Let's fuck off some energy."



Sex was not a requirement in a Hybrid match, though a nice bonus if matched with someone not only emotionally compatible, but physically compatible as well. "Is that all you ever think about?"



"It's pretty much always in my top three, yeah." He nuzzled her neck.



Her resistance waned as sensation after sensation rippled down her body. "Unfair. You know that makes me tingle all over."



"Yeah, I know," he whispered.


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Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce

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Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce cover art by Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-59596-804-3 Genre(s): Futuristic, Hot Flashes Theme(s): Shapeshifters Series: Hybrid Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Jared Duncan is a scientist. He's stuck up in space in a pod with a cat. The sexual software programs aren't enough to satisfy his passionate appetites. What's a man to do?
Savannah isn't an ordinary cat. She's a Hybrid, a shapeshifter, a quasi-human. And an expert navigator. She's happy to provide Jared with whatever he needs. As long as he returns the favor.
They form a strong partnership, in bed and out. When an explosion threatens their lives, they work together to survive, refusing to let anything tear them apart.
Excerpt:
Hybrid: Savannah
Ruth D. Kerce
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Ruth D. Kerce

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Savannah put on the holo-helmet and started up the program as instructed earlier by her mission commander. She wasn't much of a voyeur, but Jared loved to tinker with the software on board and often came up with special creations for her to experience.
The virtual location slowly came into focus, and she immediately felt restricted. As best as she could, she looked around InterGalactic Diversion -- a sexual entertainment station, according to the sign on the far wall -- but she was unable to move enough to see much. Her wrists appeared to be tied to a pair of planks. Sex planks? Her ankles were tied too. Just slightly off the ground, she hung on exhibit, naked and spread-eagle.
What had Jared done this time? The program allowed her to see herself, viewing the scene as if separate from it, but at the same time feeling everything that was happening, which made for an intense sensory experience.
A tall, strong man stood behind her with a multi-lashed whip. Even with the black mask covering his eyes, she recognized it was Jared. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She knew her fate.
With a smile of satisfaction, he wielded the whip like an expert, landing blow after blow to her back, butt and thighs. Her body jerked, not in pain, but surprise at how real it felt. The soft lashes didn't hurt her skin, only made her very aware of her body. The sound of leather against flesh echoed throughout the station as their images projected off the reflective walls.
The stimulation of her senses affected her mind and her body. She craved sex. Sex with Jared. "Yes, yes, yes."
As the whipping continued, spectators began to gather, mostly men, but a sprinkling of women, as well. "Fuck her!" a man in a full head mask yelled. Others nodded, and many voiced their encouragement.
Savannah had never experienced anything like this in her life. Because it was a program, she felt safe and eager for more.
After a glance at the crowd, Jared dropped the whip and unlaced the front of his leather pants. When he pulled out his cock, both women and men alike gasped. His boots sounded heavy on the flooring as he approached her from behind. "You ready?" he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. He nudged her ass with his cock.
Her moan of anticipation didn't go unnoticed by the crowd, who fell silent. She raised her butt as much as she could. With one hard thrust, he impaled her cunt with his cock. "Oh, yes, Jared!"
The crowd cheered their approval while he fucked her wildly. Chants of "Go, go, go!" filled the station as the spectators clapped enthusiastically.
Her fingers curled into fists, and she screamed, "I'm coming!" She twitched and squirmed.
The crowd roared. They shouted encouragement and chanted in a variety of languages until she finally stilled.
Not yet done with her, Jared continued to fuck her hard. She lay limp on the sex planks, no longer responding to his aggressive thrusts. With a grunt and a roar of his own, he finally came and relaxed against her back. "Did you like that, Savannah?" he whispered in her ear.
Savannah wasn't sure if he was referring to the sex or the program itself. Either way, her answer would have been the same. She pulled off the holo-helmet and hung it back on its wall hook. Then she shut off the program.
She took in a deep breath and let it slowly ease out of her, calming her racing heart. "Wow."
After watching and experiencing Jared's sexual fantasy, she was in need of some major physical contact. The real kind. She fluffed her hair, shifted into her feline form, and went in search of Jared.
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Holiday Howlz: Her Feral Pack by Ruth D. Kerce (Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Holiday Howlz Series)

Holiday Howlz: Her Feral Pack

by Ruth D. Kerce cover art by Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-346-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes

Series: Holiday Howlz Multi-Author Series

Length: Hot Flash

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1284

Blurb:

Ever since Janie Merlot mated with two shapeshifting wolves, she hasn't been the same. Now she's back to prove that Dall and Cavan are indeed real.

After trudging into the woods -- instead of finding the arctic wolves -- she finds a man. Sawyer. Mysterious and sexy, she becomes trapped with him during a snowstorm. But who is he?

After waking from a deep sleep, the two arctic wolves she'd sought greet her, along with one large, black wolf. Sawyer's a shifter too! And their Alpha Leader.

Together, the three men take Janie through a decadent and erotic journey she'll never forget.

Excerpt:

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Dall slowly pushed into her pussy from behind. Her heart pounded and her body trembled in need. His cock felt bigger than any she’d ever had inside her. He held her tightly against him, exposing her body to Cavan, who sat against the headboard.

Cavan guided her between his legs, urging her mouth to his cock. “I need to feel your lips on me.”

She lowered her head and sucked the tip of his cock, which was as much as she could take, he was so big. His musky scent filled her, exciting her even more. Behind her, Dall’s fingers curled around her hips. He fucked her savagely, pounding into her cunt. “Come!”

The memory ran through Janie Merlot’s mind as she slowed her SUV along the snow-covered trail. She felt moisture in her panties and let out a whimper of desire.

Fucked by wolves.

What had she done? She squirmed in the seat as she stared out at the white landscape, still wondering if she’d gone mad when she’d last been to this national park to do a photo shoot for a wilderness magazine. She hadn’t told anyone about her sexual encounter here. Hell, nobody would believe her even if she had told them. She hardly believed it herself. Two arctic wolves -- Dall and Cavan -- had shifted into hunky men and fucked her in a nearby cabin like feral animals. An experience she’d never forget.

After she’d returned home, she began wondering if she’d suffered some sort of mental breakdown while isolated out here and hallucinated the whole sexual event. She had to find out for certain, before the memories ate away at her sanity.

She flicked off the yuletide song playing on the radio. Tomorrow was Christmas Day. The holiday seemed the perfect time for her to return, in the winter just like before. Maybe she could recreate the encounter.

As snow drifted down in light flakes, worry fluttered through her. If she went traipsing into the woods, looking for that cabin and got lost, she could freeze to death. But then, she should be able to follow her tracks back to the vehicle, and she had her cell phone. Yes, she’d be fine.

She killed the engine and grabbed her backpack before getting out of the vehicle and trudging into the woods. She hadn’t gone a hundred yards before a high-pitched howl stopped her. Wolves!

Enveloped by trees, she searched for movement. There was no guarantee that this time she wouldn’t be torn to pieces if she came across the savage animals. She shuddered, realizing just how vulnerable a position she’d put herself in. Why couldn’t she simply forget about what had happened?

“Because I can’t. Just keep going,” she whispered, putting one boot in front of the other. If she didn’t finish this now, she might never garner the courage to try again. When she glanced behind her, she saw the falling snow covering her tracks. Damn. She should have realized that would happen. Where was her brain? She slipped the cell phone out of her pocket. No reception. Double damn.

As she turned, something off to the side and above the trees caught her eye. Smoke! Could it be from the cabin? She couldn’t go back now. With her heart racing wildly, she made her way toward the rising plume.

When she emerged from the trees into a clearing, the cabin stood before her in all its glory. She could hardly believe she’d actually found it. Smoke floated up from the chimney. Someone was home. Someone was very nearby, in fact.

A tall man who was chopping wood stood at the side of the cabin. He spotted her at the same time, and they both froze. The first thing that struck her about him was his hair. Short. Dark. Not Dall or Cavan. Their hair had been long and blond.

The man embedded the axe he held into a wood stump and stepped toward her. He wore jeans, heavy boots, and a thick sweater under a sleeveless jacket. The jacket appeared to be park-issued with an emblem on the front. He looked hunky and strong enough to wrestle a bear and win. His broad shoulders, square jaw, and confident stride gave him the commanding presence of a leader. A man who normally would have her soaking her panties. But he wasn’t one of her wolves, and disappointment filled her.

He glanced around as if expecting others to be with her. “Can I help you, ma’am? You’re a bit off the beaten path. Are you lost?”

His easy manner relaxed her. “Um, not exactly. I was looking for the owner of this cabin.”

He studied her with a curious look. “The park owns it. But I work this section and live here. The name’s Sawyer Wilks. What can I do for you?”

Her heart sank. Sawyer. Not Dall or Cavan. She didn’t know what she’d expected. That maybe one of the men had completely changed his appearance somehow, she supposed. If they could change from wolves into men, why not different looking men? Yes, she was grasping. But she’d wanted to find them so badly. “How long have you lived in the cabin?”

“A few years.”

Years? That was impossible. She looked toward the porch of the cabin and saw the dog door. This was definitely the cabin. Even the curtains were the same. Maybe more than one cabin had been built out here. Her heart sank.

He blew into his hands. “Are you from the home office? I heard the park would be undergoing a review of its personnel and procedures before the end of the year.” He glanced up. “The snow’s really getting heavy. Would you like to come in for coffee?”

She had to see the inside of the cabin. To see if it was the same one. She nodded.

Sawyer smiled before turning and heading for the steps. He stomped up each stair, shaking the snow off his boots as he went. He opened the door for her and waited for her to enter first.

She followed him up and stepped inside. The same. Exactly the same. One room with a large bed covered by a very familiar comforter, and a table, now with a small Christmas tree decorated with red and blue bulbs and flashing lights, in the center.

“I’m a sucker for the holidays,” Sawyer said as he squeezed past her and took off his jacket.

No kitchen, but she smelled the coffee. That’s when she noticed an opening in the back wall with several appliances tucked inside. With the wood covering closed, it would appear like just part of the wall.

He shut the door and hung up his jacket. “Your coat?”

“Oh, thanks.” She set down her backpack, then shrugged out of her heavy garment. He hung it on a hook beside his on the back of the door. “Do you have dogs?” she asked, staring down at the entry.

He hesitated before answering. “No, no dogs. Please sit down,” he offered as he headed for the coffee. “They didn’t tell us what to expect in the interview.”

“What?” She forced her attention from the bed to Sawyer. Everything looked so familiar. Cozy and lived in. Comfortable.

“What do you need to know? Wildlife population counts? Equipment costs?”

“Oh. No. I mean, I’m not here for that.”

He turned toward her, and his easy demeanor changed to one of suspicion. “What are you doing here then?” His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

His presence had turned intimidating, but she stood her ground. “My name is Janie Merlot. I’m looking for two men.” She felt the tension in the room escalate. “Dall and Cavan.”

He dropped the mug he’d just picked up, and the handle broke as it hit the metallic sink. “Shit!”

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Snowfire: Her Winged Mates by Ruth D Kerce

Snowfire: Her Winged Mates
by Ruth D. Kerce

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-193-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

While Sheridin Jacoby is bird-sitting three snowy owls, the mysterious predators shift into hunky men. Sheridin is shocked, terrified… and aroused. Starving to breed, Mast, Maze, and Mason seduce her with savage pleasures, binding her to them as their one true mate. Forever.

Excerpt:

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When she entered the living room she saw the tall cage in front of the sliding glass doors. The snow shrouded lake loomed large below, creating a breathtaking winter view.
Inside the cage, on a long branch, sat three snowy owls, side by side. She hadn’t expected them to be so large. Or so impressive. Their mostly white feathers looked soft and fluffy, a stark contrast to their dangerous-looking claws.
She shrugged off her coat and laid it across a chair, then neared the cage. An envelope hung next to the cage door. Her name was scrawled on the outside. “I guess this is for me.”
She opened the envelope, figuring additional instructions were inside. She didn’t know anything about birds, but as long as she kept them fed, they should be fine.
Josh had told her they were part of a special breeding experiment. She didn’t know a lot about what he did, other than his rescue team was funded by some top secret government agency. He always skirted her questions for more details.
She slid out the paper inside. “Let’s see. Oh. Names. How cute. The one with the scar above the right eye is Mason. The one with a mixture of white and darker feathers is Maze. And the one with --” She barked out a laugh. “The one with the big cock is Mast.” She peeked underneath him but couldn’t see anything resembling a cock. Josh was playing with her. “Mason, Maze, Mast. Alliteration lives.”
A breeding experiment? With three males? She stared at the owls and they stared back. Their black eyes unnerved her somehow. Silly. They’re just birds.
Their water dishes looked full. The paper instructed her where to find their specialized food. “Sounds easy enough.”
She carried her bag into the bathroom to set out some toiletries. As she unzipped the suitcase, a clanging drew her attention. She heard flapping and a strange trill. What were they doing? She’d better check to make sure the owls were all right.
When she stepped from the bathroom, her heart leapt and she froze. On the far side of the bed stood a large man, well over six feet. His black hair hung to his shoulders and his black eyes bored into her. He was completely naked and not an inch of him was without muscle. His cock drew her eyes, which was as massive as the rest of him, even though it hung flaccid.
She couldn’t think. Her heart and mind raced too fast. She should be screaming. But one thing stopped her -- the large, white wings that spread out from his back. Fear and disbelief, but also curiosity, gripped her.
Still… figuring it best to flee now and question her sanity later, she managed to engage her feet. She eased to the side, toward her only escape route, but stopped flat.
Two men stood in the doorway, blocking her exit. One with oddly-colored black and white hair that disappeared down his back, the other with a scar over his right eye. Both also naked. All three men looked at her with interest, but said nothing.
Then it hit her. Josh’s note. The one with the scar over his right eye. Mason. The one with black and white feathers. Maze. The one with the huge cock. Mast. Her gaze shot back to the man beside the bed. Impossible.

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