DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays (22 October)

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 22 October:
** Demon Wars 1: Dancing for Her Demon by Cynthia Sax (Paranormal)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/dancing-for-her-demon-by-cynthia-sax.html

** Protect and Serve: Realm of Night by Mikala Ash (MMF BDSM Shifter)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/realm-of-night-by-mikala-ash.html

** Leashed by Melyssa Jay (MFM BDSM Contemporary)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/leashed-by-melyssa-jay.html

From Razor's Edge Press:
** Lust and Ice by M.A. Church (MM Paranormal)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/lust-and-ice-by-ma-church.html

From Saturday:

** Forbidden 1: Forbidden by Marteeka Karland (Futuristic)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/forbidden-forbidden-by-marteeka-karland.html

** Kiss in the Dark 2: Locations by Shelby Morgen (Contemporary)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/locations-by-shelby-morgen.html

** Demon Lover by Kate Hill (Dark Fantasy)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/demon-lover-by-kate-hill.html

** A Man Called Lust by Stephanie Burke (Time Travel Futuristic Shifter)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/a-man-called-lust-by-stephanie-burke.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass by Elizabeth Jewell (MM Vampire)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/shadowed-glass-by-elizabeth-jewell.html

** Dragon Kin: Resistance by Selena Illyria (BDSM IR Urban Fantasy)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/resistance-by-selena-illyria.html

** Inked 1: Rough Waters by Kate Hill (Vampire)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/rough-waters-by-kate-hill.html

** Singing up the Sun by Adera Orfanelli (MM SciFi)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/04/singing-up-sun-by-adera-orfanelli.html

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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws by Selena Illyria

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Werewolves, BBW, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27
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Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The noise was faint, and yet she heard it loud and clear. Her inner wolf wanted to pad to the door to investigate, but Nessa refused. There was no way in hell she was being a horror movie victim, going to peek at things rumbling around in the basement. Nope. She'd stay right where she was -- on the couch, under a blanket, with a book and a mug of tea with lemon on the coffee table nearby. If a monster came barreling through the door, he'd get a willing victim. Her bout of the flu might be over, but she was still feeling lethargic.
The undoubtedly ugly, slimy, furry, hairy, sharp-toothed thing from a lagoon in outer space wouldn't find a better meal. Her wolf hated it but she couldn't care less. All she'd wanted for Christmas was to catch a flight to see her family. Instead, she'd overslept and tried to hack up a lung while her brain wanted out through her nose. Werewolves don't get sick, her ass. Oh, they get sick all right, because people can't cover their mouths or use hand wipes and tissues. She'd been suffering a week.
Now there was something wanting in her door. She sighed and went back to reading. Scratch all you want but you won't get in. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A scent drifted under the door, a sweet, minty smell which perked up her senses and made her salivate. Underneath the sweetness was an undertone of meat.
She pushed back the blankets and shuffled over to the door. That smell could only be one thing -- Cynn's Minty Chocolate Holiday Delicate cupcakes. It was a dessert that melted in your mouth. They were filled with the smoothest, white chocolate ganache filling while giving you a nice punch of mint, a pinch of vanilla, and the most decadent chocolate you've ever tasted. "Cupcakes! And steak?"
She slid down to the floor and sniffed at the cupcakes through the keyhole. Nessa felt like an idiot but she didn't care. It had been ages since she'd had any sweets. Her doctor had forbidden it. To top it off, her mate was off doing Pack business.
So here she was, sick, lonely and dealing with temptation on every street corner. And now some inhuman monster was trying to get her to open the door, using cupcakes and steak as bait. She whimpered.
"Nessa, honey, you okay? Are you in pain?" Ben's whisky-smooth, southern drawl drifted through the wood as if there was nothing between them. She groaned as her pussy clenched. She'd missed that voice so much. Nessa could practically feel his body heat seeping into the wood. Closing her eyes, past the immediate smell of cupcakes and steak, she could smell his distinctive woodsy and spicy scent with just a hint of wolf musk, tea, lemon and a dash of cardamom. Ben. She sighed and sagged against the door. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
"Nessa, babe? Answer me, sugar, or I'll have to break down the door." The stern warning only ignited her arousal. She could picture him just beyond the door, adjusting his glasses, his thick shoulders filling out his simple, red plaid shirt to the limit, wearing worn jeans that fit him like a second skin, and simple boots.
"Nessa." Her name may have been a warning, but to her it was a sexy command, demanding she be ready to do anything he wanted sexually. All thoughts of illness and food fled as the need to come together with her mate, to feel him skin to skin, took over.
"Ben," she sighed.
"Jesus, Ness! Are you all right or not?" There was a scratching at the lock, and the door opened. "Oh, I see."
She gazed at him hungrily. He was yummy to look at, classically handsome with a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.
There was just so much he didn't understand.
Although he was a twenty-five-year-old second-in-command for the Pack, who managed every aspect of their lives and cleaned up their messes, she didn't need him to save her. No matter how many times she'd told him that, it didn't sink in. She was thirty-one years old and had been taking care of herself since she was sixteen.
"What?" He hadn't moved, and she was wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he thought she was another mess he needed to clean up, an obligation he needed to take care of for the pack. She'd never voiced those thoughts, but they still came up. They had sex, and he did stop by to check on her, but she got the distinct feeling that sometimes he just didn't know why he was there.
"It's Christmas. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were and share a meal with you. Spend some time with you."
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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws by Selena Illyria

Series: White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws

Excerpt Rating (R)

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW

ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8

Novella:

Blurb:

After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.

Buy Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1733

Excerpt:

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws

Selena Illyria

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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She was going to focus on them, and what it meant to be a mated couple.

      First, they would connect physically and then talk. She felt they needed to get the sex out the way before any progress could be made. Talking wouldn't have any effect if they were both thinking about fucking or satisfying the need that had started an hour or so ago when Ben had shown up with cupcakes. They were a good start.

      With a sigh, she dug a fork into the cupcake. “Perhaps it's time I really show him that I'm committed to him, rather than the other way around,” she said to no one.

      Finishing her cupcake, she took her mug of hot chocolate into her. When she entered she found it set up for romance; candles were lit and soft music playing. She found him in the bathroom with the water running in the shower.

      “You shower and relax. I'll go get my bag.” Not waiting for answer, he left her alone.

      With nothing else to do but follow his direction, she stripped and got into the shower, allowing the water to run over her. She was thankful she'd gotten her hair straightened so there wouldn't be a huge curly, tangled mess, and it would be very easy to dry.

      The thought of Ben pampering her by drying her hair, sent liquid warmth through her belly. Ben always wanted to do things for her and pamper her in any way she would let him. He was her mate after all. Ben should be allowed to be involved in some of her more personal rituals and intimate moments -- not all of them, but some.

      The warm water sluiced over her body, chasing away some of the alcoholic haze and clearing her thoughts. She could say, in all honesty, that she appreciated him not taking advantage of her in her tipsy state. Even though she was very willing, it meant a lot that he wanted her in a clear state of mind when they did have sex again.

      As she washed her body, ripples of heat slid along her skin. Desire flared hot, raising goose bumps. Moaning, she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze before moving to pinch and roll her thick nipples between her fingers. Electric shocks shot straight to her pussy. Her inner muscles quivered as the throbbing of her clit became more demanding.

      She didn't want to come by her own ministrations. Nessa wanted Ben's hands her body and to feel him skin to skin. She wanted to feel the glide of his cock against the cleft of her ass, teasing her with his touch before he slid the shaft between her thighs to taunt the aching bundle of her nerves and then sink into her needy sheath.

      Moaning, she slipped a hand between her legs and flicked her clit. She thrummed the bud over and over again, setting off sparks deep in her vagina. Rocking back on her heels, she rested her bottom against the wall and slid down the wall to sit in her tub.

      Stroking and pinching her clit and massaging her breast, she brought herself closer to the edge while tingles raced along her legs and up and down her spine. Over and over again she brought herself to the edge but kept pulled back. Nessa wanted to wait for Ben.

      A small creak of the door hinge alerted her to her mate's arrival. A frisson of heat sliced down her spine to hum in her pussy. Her stomach muscles clenched as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Now she would get what she wanted. She was in a fog of desire and a need to connect with Ben physically.

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Out Now at Changeling Press: Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/31/11

New Reviews for Changeling Press 10/31/2011

Congratulations to Zenobia Renquist, Cynthia Sax, Selena Illyria, Silvia Violet and Brannan Black!


CAFE MIDNIGHT: CHAMOMILE NIGHTS by Zenobia Renquist
Reviewed by Sensual Reads

Zenobia Renquist begins a new series with one hot story guaranteed to heat up the life of any reader.  Café Midnight is a store that everyone will want on their street.

http://sensualreads.com/?p=6570


CAFE MIDNIGHT: GRANDE by Cynthia Sax
Reviewed by Sensual Reads

An adventure filled with action, sex and lots of humor. Keep the fan handy for this book. It is guaranteed to turn up the heat!

http://sensualreads.com/?p=7874


SEX AND CHOCOLATE: DOUBLE DIPPED by Selena Illyria
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Erotic Romance

Melted chocolate isn't the only thing that melts when reading this story… just plain fun and a delightful story to pass the time with.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/07/sex-and-chocolate-double-dipped-by.html


WET: REEF'S GUARDIAN by Silvia Violet
Reviewed by The Romance Reviews

Tightly written and fun.  I recommend this to water lovers who enjoy an erotic m/m paranormal romance.

http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=3797


WOLFMAN: APOCALYPSE by Brannan Black
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Erotic Romance

This series just keeps getting better with each book. This author has done a wonderful job of bringing this world to life and keeping me wanting more.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/10/wolfman-4-salvation-by-brannan-black.html

Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive by Selena Illyria

Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive

by Selena Illyria Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-689-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters

Series: Hellhound Detective Agency

Length: Novella

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1696

Blurb:
Hellhound/werewolf Casey Mae can track anything put in front of her. The bounty is everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, especially if they come in the form of a dark-haired, green-eyed sex demon. Just because he says he wants her doesn't mean she has to want him. Does it?
Blaise has wanted Casey Mae since he first laid eyes on her. He's not taking no for an answer even if he has to tie her up. Come morning, she won't be able to deny what she feels for him. He'll make sure of it.
Excerpt:
Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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Ping. Ping. Ping. Pingpingpingping.
Casey Mae lifted her head. Her head was pounding like a drum circle gone wrong. Her tongue felt wrapped in cotton. Swallowing took effort. For some reason her throat seemed dry.
She struggled to form thoughts but everything evaporated before it made sense.
Disjointed memories floated before her eyes. She remembered a washed out bridge, a waterlogged road, mud -- lots of mud -- and a garish red hotel with a neon sign. Something about wine. Green eyes with splinters of gold flashed to the forefront of her mind.
The pinging grew more persistent. A loud crash made her jump. The throbbing in her head increased. She groaned and opened her eyes. Pale golden lights filled her line of vision. They flickered back and forth. Casey didn't understand why they were doing that. It took a few moments for it to dawn on her that they were candles.
Turning her head this way and that, she took in her surroundings. The throbbing dulled but the pinging continued. Another crash sounded, and the room was bathed in white light before fading back to candlelight. A fire crackled in a hearth not too far from her. From what she could see, the room had a long leather couch, two leather chairs, a dark wood table with a bench, a chest of drawers, a flat screen TV sitting against a wall and a large, sleigh-style bed with a slatted headboard.
A bedroom? Casey's memories came back in a flood. She had been on her way to the compound for a new assignment. The bridge had been washed out, and the roads were flooded. She'd turned around and sought shelter at the Sinful Bordeaux, an inn catering to those of the paranormal community.
She thought she'd be safe there but, then again, there was Blaise. Green eyes with splinters of gold and framed by dark lashes gazed back at her from beneath thick, wavy, midnight black hair clipped short but with enough length on top to get a good grip. His lips were just perfect for kissing and nibbling. The cleft in his chin just begged her to explore it with her tongue. He had an aristocratic nose, not too pointed or wide. His scent was a combination of exotic spices and woods. She had always wondered if the cologne covered him all over.
Casey squeezed her eyes shut. Don't think about that. He's just a distraction. You have a job to do and he's... untrustworthy. It was the same reasoning she'd always used to avoid him, to keep her distance. Blaise was a demon -- a sex demon to be exact. They had a reputation for saying and doing anything to get laid. They were relentless when they targeted someone. She'd hunted a lot of sex demons before -- and after -- she'd joined the Hellhound Detective Agency. Nothing she'd ever seen during a case dealing with them ended up being good. The victims were often scarred for life, and the demons couldn't care less about the damage they'd done.
Sex and charm rolled off him in waves. He could seduce with just a smile. From the moment they'd met, he'd been trying to get her into bed. She didn't know or care why. Casey had more important things to think about -- like her job. If she wanted sex, she could get it with her battery-operated boyfriend.
Besides, she thought Blaise just wanted her so he could brag he'd bagged a Hellhound. All demons wanted to have sex with a Hellhound. Hellhounds could sniff out a lie and were considered the hardest demon to tame. Demons couldn't resist a challenge -- or a good deal or a fool and his money. Casey Mae was no one's trophy -- and yet she found herself in surroundings she didn't know. A jerk of her hands and legs and the feel of smooth, warm wood against her arms told her she was also tied to a chair.
And I may possibly be a prisoner.
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Double Dipped by Selena Illyria

Double Dipped

by Selena Illyria Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-624-9

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, Magic, BBW

Series: Sex and Chocolate

Length: Novella

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1616

Blurb:
Burned by love, healing witch Melody decides to jump back into the singles pool after taking a year off to heal herself. She goes to the Chocolate Whispers Bar, looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun and sex. She doesn't count on two sexy strangers who want to give her as much pleasure as their naughty minds can dream up. But when love comes calling, will she accept it, even if it comes in the form of two sex shifters?Excerpt:

Double Dipped


Selena Illyria

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria



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There she is again. Sean sipped his latte and watched as the curvaceous woman he'd spotted a few weeks ago moved to her usual booth in the corner, close to the window.



His inner tiger rolled over onto its side and began making a sort of purring sound that reverberated through him. His hands shook so badly, due to the vibrations, he couldn't hold his coffee. Stop that. The tiger picked up its head. The sound stopped. It let out a growl before rising and padding away into the darkness of its cell.



With a sigh, Sean shook his head. He knew he'd have to apologize for that later, make it up to the animal somehow, maybe shift and do a run in the woods at the back of his house. A short run.



Another sip of his latte and he sniffed the air. A light, floral scent drifted toward him, riding a burst of coffee, sweet pastry and bacon. He settled back into his chair and watched the mystery woman. She was wearing baggy clothing again, but the fabric couldn't hide the curves underneath. He could see her full breasts pressing against her top. The skirt might have hung slack, but it couldn't conceal her rounded ass and hips.



His cock jerked in his jeans. Since spotting her, he'd spent his nights stroking his shaft and fantasizing about riding her ass, feeling her back passage squeeze his cock so sweetly. Fire flooded his veins as the slow, simmering arousal spread from the pit of his stomach to cascade through his body in a tidal wave.



Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and ordered the change back. He wasn't going to shift, not here, not now. His tiger wasn't going to take control of the situation and ruin things.



The big cat had become restless as of late. It had become more and more impatient as the days went by and Sean's bed remained empty, without the woman the feline felt belonged to them. Its silent impatience ricocheted around his body, demanding that he go kidnap the woman and mark her as belonging to him.



But not just him. His brother and his tiger had shown interest in her as well. Mitch had preached patience, but he wasn't the one who had a randy tiger close to mating heat inside of him.



"She's here. Good." Mitch took a seat next to Sean. The presence of his sibling eased away some of the sensual warmth threatening his control. The scent of strong, black coffee with a hit of milk and sugar drifted toward him, making his stomach clench.



"How the hell do you drink that stuff?" He downed the last of his latte and prepared to get up and get another one along with something to eat.



"Simple," Mitch grinned. "I put it in my mouth and swallow. Get me a bagel, will you? I didn't have time to make something before I left home. Didn't want to miss her."



Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."



He took the time to study her from a new vantage point. She had soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and smooth, creamy brown skin like milk chocolate. He wanted to see every inch of her exposed to his view. The fire thundered through him again.



His tiger growled, impatient. Go to her, it demanded.



Patience, he argued.



Sean sniffed the air, catching her scent. There was a sadness in her perfume, a quiver of uncertainty that made him want to take it slow. Well, that and Mitch. He wouldn't move without his brother. They were a pair, and if a woman couldn't accept them both, there was no deal. Mitch was all he had that mattered in the world. Their parents had died when they were little, and the local felines hadn't been hospitable. It was rough but at least he hadn't been alone.



His gaze settled on the woman again. She sipped her coffee and ate her breakfast slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to savor things. He loved that. Sean could only imagine her taking her time exploring him. A shiver raced down his spine to hum at the base of his back. His balls hardened as his cock pressed against his fly. Breathing slow and steady, in and out, he marshaled himself. His tiger padded out of the darkness, face set, determination sparkling in its eyes.



No, not yet, he told the animal.



The tiger snorted and turned, sauntering away. Its impatience rolled through him, leaving a dark stain in its wake. He could feel its frustration as if it were his own. If he wasn't careful, man and beast would become one.



Mitch looked relaxed and at home in his seat. He glanced up, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think we should make our move next week. We've watched long enough."


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Dragon Kin: Resistance by Selena Illyria

Dragon Kin: Resistance

by Selena Illyria  Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-607-2

Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)

Length: Novella

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1586

Blurb:
It's been two weeks since Katrina last saw Braydon. She's beginning to have her doubts about their relationship. Braydon refuses to let Katrina's insecurities keep them apart. No matter what it takes, what walls she he has to break down and what excuses she makes, he's going to prove that they belong together.
Excerpt:
Dragon Kin: Resistance
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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Braydon flipped open his cell phone and checked the bars. No signal. With a sigh, he closed it and looked around. Trees, shrubs, rocks and a dirt road surrounded him. The sky above looked like a cauldron of steel grey, black with patches of white. Humidity weighed heavy on the air, pressing against his body, and causing his shirt to stick to his skin. No matter how many times he wiped his brow, the sweat returned and streaked down his face in thick droplets.
"Looking for a cell signal, sonny? You won't find it here. Wards fuck up the reception." A small gnome with only one tooth meandered out of a dilapidated wooden shack standing a few feet away. The structure looked like it was held together by spit, gum, string and a lot of swearing. Braydon shook his head, his attention on the shorter ragged man in torn brown coveralls and a stained white shirt. He carried a spittoon which made Braydon's stomach roil at the sloshing sound coming from inside. A strong breeze picked up. He tried not to grimace as the strong odor of tobacco and herbs wafted toward him.
Swallowing, pushing down the bile rising, he said, "I need a letter sent and a fast messenger to take it. Any of your men up to the task?" He didn't see anyone else, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone lurking around.
"How fast you want it?" the gnome asked. He made a snorting sound before spitting a large wad of black viscous fluid into the urn.
Braydon tried not to retch. He'd seen a lot of things in his lifetime but watching someone spit whatever it was the man had discharged still made him queasy. Clearing his throat, he managed to say through clenched teeth, "I need a letter taken to Utopia Bay, as quick as wings can carry your messenger. I'm willing to pay ten dragon eye rubies for it. No more."
The man's eyes widened. Hunger caused his dull brown eyes to become dark and luminous. He grinned, showing off a lot of gums and that one tooth again. Braydon swallowed. Is this going to turn into a scene from Deliverance? I refuse to squeal like a pig. He crossed his arms over his chest but relaxed his body, readying himself for battle.
"If you want one of my boys to fly fast enough, you have to make it twenty dragon eyes. Utopia Bay is a looooong way from here. And you're asking them to go through treacherous territory. Last I checked, we had an uneasy peace with those Werewolf packs that roam the fringes near there. One of my boys disappears, I'm gonna have to replace him." He peered at Braydon, eyes glittering with lust, but his face was slack. It was as if he was at war within himself on how to proceed with such a possible fat payday.
"The wolves haven't been an issue in years," Braydon pointed out. So far he didn't sense anything dangerous from the man other than the teeth and the horrible stench from the spittoon.
The gnome shrugged. "That don't mean they won't become one. 'Sides, what if one of my boys gets pinched and changed? They're not like you pretty Elf boys. They're small, defenseless. They aren't warriors."
You don't mention they can grow in size. Braydon sighed. He didn't want to spend all day haggling with the man. "Fifteen dragon eyes and not a ruby more. You have the letter there by tomorrow morning, and I may come back and give you a bonus." He extracted the letter to Katrina from his pocket and held it out to the gnome, hating that the man's grubby paws would be touching anything going to Katrina.
The gnome smiled. "Deal. I'll get one of my fastest men on it." He snapped his finger and a green blur darted out from the bushes. It darted all around the gnome before taking the envelope and flying off down the way Braydon had come.
Braydon dug into his pocket and opened up a small satchel. He counted out fifteen dragon eye rubies, adding an extra one for expedited service, gave the gnome his payment and headed back to his car. As he slammed the door shut behind him, he prayed Katrina would get the letter letting her know he was all right. So far none of the messengers he'd sent out had returned to him and that worried him. Maybe the Werewolves really are acting up.
He started up the vehicle and took off. Returning home hadn't been the quick trip he'd thought it would be. His parents had been thrilled to see him and to have the deed to the land which had saved their leadership positions, but a new crisis had reared its ugly head. His brother Finan had disappeared with no word. It was normal for his brother to take off but not without leaving word on how to reach him. Braydon ran a hand over his face. It had been two weeks since he'd left the tree house palace, and he'd gotten very little sleep during that time.
His nights were either filled with going in and out of bars and his brother's known hangouts, or trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in his car. He would have stayed at a hotel or inn but didn't want to chance the possibility of getting word about his brother and having to take off on short notice. At least he was close to the wheel and could drive after his sibling at a moment's notice.
To top things off, he was worried about what his absence was doing to his relationship with Katrina. No messengers had returned to him and -- due to the magical warding of Elven lands -- his cell phone and laptop were useless. There was no signal for them to latch onto. He hadn't spoken to Katrina since he'd left that Monday morning after their weekend together.
Braydon prayed that Katrina wouldn't think he was flaking out on her. His grip tightened on the wheel at the thought of Katrina erecting her walls between them.

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Dragon Kin: Binding Katrina by Selena Illyria

Dragon Kin: Binding Katrina


by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-587-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Katrina doesn't mix business and pleasure. Period. Things get too complicated. Besides that, she's not looking for a relationship. Yet she can't stop desiring Clash and Claw's new bouncer, the sexy Elven prince dressed in black leather, with tattoos and piercings.

Braydon wants Katrina and isn't taking no for an answer. He'll do whatever it takes to get her right where she belongs -- with him -- and he's got a few naughty tricks up his sleeve to get his way.

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Tingles of awareness shimmered over the back of her neck. Absently, Katrina reached up and rubbed the spot, trying to ignore the cause. She knew who would be staring at her, but refused to give him what he wanted. Braydon, Elven prince, wouldn't be getting one glance, not even a covert one. The intensity of the stare grew until the spot on her neck heated. The warmth trailed down her spine.

She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the sensation that had begun. It didn't work. The heat of awareness spread from her back to move through her stomach. Katrina let out a sigh and continued to scribble on her clipboard. The words on the paper began blending together as sexual awareness slipped into her chest, heating her skin and tightening her nipples. She swallowed and shook her head.



"Katrina?"



She jumped at hearing her name and whirled around. Brenton Lisander, owner of Clash and Claw, stood behind her, concern in his pale silver eyes. "You okay?" Bren asked.



She smiled and smoothed down the front of her shirt. "Fine, Bren, just a bit tired."



He shook his head. "You've been 'just tired' for the last few weeks. I told you to take it easy. You'll work yourself ragged if you keep this up. This party will be fine without you."



Katrina shook her head. "I'm fine, really. Besides, I have all that lovely vacation time saved up. Over a month's worth."



She grinned as his face went from gentle concern to horror.



His Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times before he answered. "I said take it easy, not abandon us completely."



She threw back her head and laughed. "But you said --"



"You want to leave me here alone with these insane people?"



"How about we both play hooky? You get to be with Sky, and I get to finally have some down time?"



Longing flittered across his face. "Sky has been working long hours at the pub lately." He shook his head. "No, no, don't you dare tempt me. You get one week off, and that's it. Besides, I think I know why you want away from this place."



Bren glanced over his shoulder. Katrina groaned, knowing exactly where he was looking -- across the dance floor, right at the front door where Braydon was.



Bren turned back to her. "I see the way he looks at you, and I see the way you try to ignore him. Is he bothering you? I only hired him 'cause Decker needed help."



She scowled. "I know, and we needed someone who wouldn't set fire to the patrons when they pissed him off. But still... an Elf?"



Confusion showed on Bren's face. "He's good at his job. What's wrong with Elves?"



"Uh-huh, really good at flirting with the patrons. Too pretty for his own good --" She stopped talking, knowing that last part sounded too catty.



"Flirting with the patrons?" Amusement colored Bren's tone.



She gritted her teeth at how entertained Bren must be.



"And how would you know that he flirts with the patrons? Every time I see the two of you, you're both on opposite sides of the room, with you scowling," Bren pointed out.



"I don't scowl." The words came out in a rush.



"You scowl. What's he done to piss you off?" Bren folded his arms over his chest and spread his legs. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Rina, spill. I've known you for a long time. Has he done something to you? Reminded you of your old Dragon Lord? What?"



"Nothing." Except exist and look like walking sex in leather.


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Tartan Mate


by Selena Illyria

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Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Werewolves

Series: Tartan Werewolves

Length: Novella

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Iain has made plans for a date night with Katherine that she won't soon forget. But you know what they say about the best laid plans.

What will he do when he finds out Katherine has a few plans of her own? Why lie back and take it of course.

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Selena Illyria
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Iain settled back in the armchair and listened to Altair drone on about plans and packs and responsibility. He'd heard the speech before -- just yesterday, in fact -- and he had more important things on his mind. Well, important to him. Katherine. With the pack summit just a few short months away, she'd been running around like a chicken with its head cut off organizing, filing and running the front office. Some nights she didn't make it to bed at all. Other nights she'd fallen asleep with her work clothes still on -- even her shoes.
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Enough was enough in his opinion. After much thought, he'd decided what was needed was a night out on the town followed by a few spa treatments at a hotel. He'd already picked the place and made the reservations. Only dinner was left to take care of.

"Iain, I'm sure you have other things, far more important things to do, but can you give us just a small bit of your time? Hmmm?" Altair asked.

Heat flushed his neck, cheeks and the edges of his ears at having been caught by his father. Looking around, he saw his fellow pack members snickering. His own brother Conal was bent over, holding his stomach and laughing silently. Scowling, he turned his attention to his father at the front of the room.

"Sorry, Father, but I've heard this speech before." The laughter stopped and the room grew quiet. Very quiet.

Unease slipped down his spine as he realized what he'd just said. "Shite," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Father."

Altair nodded his head. "I understand and I know I've been saying the same thing over and over again." He sighed and sank down into a deep, wingback brown leather chair. "With William doing God knows what and Roarke insisting on being a recluse, I don't know what will happen at the summit. Combine this with the soon to be arriving Talia... The future is very foggy. Right now, we're only as good as the members we've got and even though it warms my heart to see Kameron among our ranks, and with the addition of his brother, we're still down in power. I don't know how much longer I can keep the other packs in line with the way things are going."

Altair's face was worn. His wrinkles seemed to be deeper, and his eyes had lost a bit of that mischievous glint they normally had. Iain's heart lurched for his father. He glanced over at his brother. The siblings exchanged a look that said it all. They feared their father's health was failing.

"Oh, for God's sake, I'm not dying," Altair groused. "I'm tired. Haven't been sleeping properly, been having bad dreams lately." His eyes narrowed. "We must get Roarke back into the fold and soon. I worry that if Melody isn't successful, we will lose him."

Kameron growled next to him. "Send me to the island. Let me knock some sense into him. I'll bring him back to us."

Iain shook his head. "That won't do any good. Roarke is stubborn and scared, a bad combination. Let Melody work on him."

Kameron grumbled under his breath but nodded his head.

"Good. If it comes to it, I'll go to the island myself. Now, as for the summit, we've received no word yet on the Washington pack or their leader. As far as Talia is concerned, I've been told that her plans have changed. Now her intention is to reconnect with Katherine. We shall see." Altair looked around. "Where is Brody? I could have sworn I told him the meeting was today?"

"He's handling the pub," Rorick called out. "Don't worry, we'll fill him in."

Altair nodded. "Everyone but Iain is dismissed. I'll see you for dinner tonight."

Everyone filed out of the room. Iain went up to his father feeling like a scolded schoolboy being sent to detention or to the principal's office.

"Father?" he asked. Iain prayed and hoped that it wouldn't take long.

"Don't worry. I won't ask you to do any diplomacy trips. I'm worried about Katherine." He paused and shook his head. "I know she's been working hard; sleeping in the office, working on files long into the night, not eating properly."

Iain started. He hadn't known about that. Anger and worry gnawed at his gut. How much have I missed?

"Robin's been keeping me apprised of the situation. I need you to take Katherine out this weekend. She needs a break." Altair gave him a knowing glance.

Heat rose once again up his neck to spread across his cheeks and around the edges of his ears. "Father --" he started.

Altair cut him off. "Just take care of her, okay?"

Iain nodded his head, hoping that was all his father was going to ask of him.

Altair grinned. "Good. While you're distracting her, I'll keep trying with Roarke. I'm using some of my contacts in the vampire and tiger shifting community to get to him. Perhaps they can help."

"Great, wonderful. I'm, uh, going to go make preparations. See you at dinner, Father." Iain didn't wait for a response. He rushed out of the room to his private office across the hall. After shutting the door, he slumped against the hardwood. Bowing his head, he blew out a breath. He wiped a hand over his face and straightened up. "Okay, Katherine, dinner. I better make it good."

Family Heirlooms: In Her Fantasies by Selena Illyria

Family Heirlooms: In Her Fantasies


by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-499-3



Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi



Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage



Series: Family Heirlooms



Length: Novella


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Blurb:
Tana has always fantasized about ménages, but due to past hurt, she's never asked Devin for one.


Devin wants to give the woman he loves what she wants. With the help of a family heirloom, she's about get the fantasy she's always wanted.

When it's all over, will their relationship remain intact, or will her fears drive him away?

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Selena Illyria

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The gentle chime of bells filled the air and mingled with the soft murmur of the crowd. Every once-in-awhile someone shouted in surprise and excitement as the telltale blare of trumpets heralded Jackpot for all to hear. Tana wove through the tables of the XanLax Resort, Spa and Hotel's dining area, allowing her serving platter to float ahead of her so she could concentrate on avoiding grabby hands.

"I'll be right with you, honey," she called out when a man raised his hand for service. "Hold on a second, sugars, your beer and cocktails are being mixed as we speak."



A wink here and a smile there helped avoid the shouting and angry swearing that usually followed a delay. Tana arrived at her destination unscathed and leaned down, allowing the side of her breast to brush against her patron's shoulder.



"Anything else I can get you, tiger?" She ignored the bolt of lust that shot straight to her core. Liquid heat pooled in her stomach, sliding down, dampening her panties. She said a silent thank you to the makers of her uniform for using the best patent leatherex money could buy. It was thin enough to feel the heat rolling off of the man in waves but didn't show the pebbling of her nipples.



He shifted in his seat. Steel gray eyes shot through with blue shards gazed up at her. A firm hand settled on her back, the weight not unwelcome. Lust coiled in her stomach as tingles of arousal shot through her pussy lips and down her thighs. She shifted slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice her response. The steady thrum of her heartbeat stuttered then increased as he stared at her, unabated heat revealed in his gaze. His eyes darkened to storm cloud gray. His hand moved down to trace the curve of her ass and stopped at the top of her thigh.



"You can allow me to take you home." His raspy, deep voice sent a heat flooding her body. She sucked in a breath as the world stopped for a moment. All she knew was his steely gaze and gruff voice.



Swallowing, she reached out a shaky hand to remove a wadded up napkin on his table before taking a step away from him. The pulse of heat didn't fade away with the small distance she put up. It only increased. His stare followed her movement, but he made no motion to push his chair toward her. Instead, he settled back with his body slumped in a relaxed pose. There was an energy there, just under the surface, like a predator ready to attack. He shifted again, turning more toward her.



Licking her lips, she answered him with as steady a tone as she could manage. "Sorry, tiger, my shift isn't over yet." She winked, ready to turn and leave this sexy temptation.



His voice stalled her. "What if I give you this?"



Biting her lip, she glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. He waved a hundred credit chip at her. Whirling around, hand on her hip, she glared at him.



Opening her mouth, ready to give him a scorching retort, he held up his hand stopping her. "We can use this to get dinner and I can buy you drinks. No sex, promise."



The desire in his eyes still burned in dark gray heat that warned her of danger ahead. Pressing her lips together, she weighed her options. Pick up his beer and dump it on him or get a free meal? Decisions, decisions. Tana reached out and snatched the chip. "You owe me and I damn well better get a full body massage, Devin Montano. And chocolate -- the good kind." She placed the chip onto her serving platter and turned to leave. A giggle bubbled up inside of her. She put a bit more sway into her walk, and felt the heat of his gaze following her every move.



When she reached the bar area and put in her order, she deliberately leaned forward on the bar. She was quite thankful that her uniform was a bit on the short side. Tana looked down at her skirt. It stopped at mid-thigh with a crisscross corset design on either side. The black material shone in the bright overhead light, making the contrasting red thread stand out even more. Then there was the zippered corset with openings on either side of her top, showing off her smooth, even cocoa skin. The low sweetheart neckline showed off a lot of cleavage but clung to her breasts to ensure there would be no clothing malfunction -- much to her and all the other female servers' relief. The thigh-high, lace-top, sheer black stockings were a bit much. The thick soled platform heels with the thin stiletto spikes made her feet hurt just looking at them, but Devin thought she was sexy in her server outfit. Occasionally, he insisted on a bit of role play while she wore it.



Tana didn't mind in the least. If she wore this outfit, he'd wear his leather pants for her or a mock-up of his military uniform. She turned around and placed her elbows on the counter behind her, surveying the tables. Her gaze landed on his table and she smiled. He was still looking at her. He ran a hand though his wild, thick wavy hair that fell to the base of his skull. A wily strand fell over his eye.



Her fingers itched to brush it away. She took in his features: sharp jaw shadowed by golden brown hair, his sensuous lips curled into a smile. The tip of his tongue flicked out, moistening his lips. She wanted to scrape the sensitive flesh with her teeth, to suck his lips until they were red.



Moving her gaze upward, she took in the rest of his face: a straight nose turned upward at the end, hooded gray eyes framed by golden brown lashes. A high forehead was hidden by hanks of hair which continued to fall into his gaze, causing him to push them back. Normally he'd have slicked his hair back into a low ponytail, but even then tendrils would still escape to frame his face.



"Tana, you're up." A nudge at her arm caused her to tear her gaze away and turn around, almost grumbling for the interruption.



"I know, honey, I know. As soon as your shift is over, you can take that delicious piece of man home and have your wicked way with him. For now, customers and tips await you." The bartender, Novak, pointed toward her section and made a shooing motion.



"I know. I know." Placing the drinks on her tray, she input the data on which tables to go to and followed along after it. Handing out the orders was easy. It was avoiding the groping that took a bit of athletic ability, especially in five inch heels.



She made her way back to Devin's table. "Anything else, tiger?" Tana hadn't meant to sound so tired, but she couldn't help it. Her feet and back hurt, and there was the start of a wicked headache over her right brow that made her wince. Another trumpet blast had her shutting her eyes and praying the slot machine would explode.



"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Migraine?" Devin reached out, stroking his thumb over the pulse point at her wrist. The gentle sweeping motion soothed her, but the contact had heat racing up her arm and slipping down the center of her body to her pussy. Gritting her teeth, she fought to focus on the last part of her evening before she could return to the oasis of their home. She picked up the chip and handed it back to him.



"Get us dinner to go. I want to finish this day and get a nice hot bath before I cuddle with you and finish reading my book." Tana bent down, not caring if she was giving the table behind her or anyone else a show. With a gentle kiss on the lips, she brushed his hair back and straightened up.



He traced his fingers up her forearm before letting go. "You got it." Devin grabbed her hand again, placed a kiss over her pulse point and pushed back his chair. He swiped his credit card and headed out to the main floor of the casino.



For a moment, she watched his ass. The tight muscular cheeks moved up and down in his worn jeans, the back pockets faded from much use. Heat curled in her stomach as her panties dampened. She imagined feeling the heat of his skin, her nails biting into the firm flesh, the scent of sex and sweat in the air. Her cunt contracted.



Shaking her head, she pulled away from the fantasy. Later, she thought, before picking up his bottle and moving away to gather the rest of the discarded glasses, napkins and bottles. By the time her shift was over and she'd finished clean-up, Tana was more than happy to go home.


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Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires by Selena Illyria

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Unbound Passions: Sealed Desires by Selena IllyriaCover art: Marteeka Karland ISBN: 978-1-60521-397-2 Genre(s): Paranormal Theme(s): Interracial, Vampires, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures Series: Unbound Passions Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Van has sealed his incubus nature away, denying himself pleasure and happiness. Despite his past pain, he desires elven princess Belle. Keeping her at arm's length is all he can do to keep his hungers in check.
When Belle finally decides to let go, release her inner vixen and seduce Van, how can he resist?
But when he turns the tables the question becomes who is seducing who?
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Selena Illyria
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Van stood as still as he could, but the sensations running over him made it difficult. Silk caressed his skin. Slivers of softness rushed up his arms and down his back to tease the crack of his ass. Shivers of pleasure skittered along his nerve endings as the silk slid between his legs, teasing his balls and the underside of his cock. Up his belly the fabric went, until the strips ran over his nipples. He cried out as a tongue lapped at the hardened nub, first one then the other, followed by the brief pain of a bite. Lips were randomly pressed against his back, the cheeks of his bottom, his thighs, stomach, chest and neck. Liquid desire dribbled down his cock as his desire grew. He wanted to come, needed to release the pressure building inside him.
A hand wrapped around his thick, blood-heavy shaft. Nimble fingers squeezed just under his cockhead, drawing out a harsh shout of pain. His oncoming climax was stopped, just out of reach. He drew in a deep breath. The scent of lavender and arousal surrounded him, teasing his nose.
"No coming. I didn't tell you yet," a soft feminine voice murmured. The tone so low and husky, it helped fan the flames of need higher.
Van's fangs ached. They had distended as soon as he'd entered the room. The sharp points pierced his lower lip, reminding him that he needed to feed on blood. Her blood.
"Shhh, I know what you need, what you want," she whispered. Soft lips pressed butterfly kisses on his chest. "And I can give it to you if you'd just ask."
He shook his head.
"You refuse your need?" She chuckled.
Van opened his mouth to reply, but all sound was cut off when she lapped at his nipple, setting off sparks of electricity that shot straight to his groin. A moan escaped his mouth. The hand's grip loosened. Leisurely she stroked him, drawing out more drops of pre-cum. The thick trails of liquid need slipped down his cock, adding to his ecstasy and ache.
"Yes. I can take anything you dish out," he growled through his teeth. In truth, he was so close to losing control, it scared him. He didn't normally allow himself to be tied up like this. In fact, he wasn't sure how he'd gotten this way. One minute he'd walked into the suite ready for another night of pleasure, and the next he was on his knees before her. Belle. At the thought of her name, he groaned aloud.
"Doesn't sound like you can hold on."
"I can."
"We'll see." Her lips left his body; her hand disappeared. Cold air caressed his overheated flesh. Sharp taps of high-heeled shoes hitting stone echoed around the room. A large thud could be heard, and the sounds of objects being moved around followed. The next sound he heard was a sharp crack renting the air. He flinched as if he'd been hit. Van shook his head.
"No, I will not be flogged. I will not be whipped." Fear chased away the arousal. How can she be so cruel? A cold sweat broke out over his forehead and upper lip. He began to struggle against the bonds that held him in place. Leather creaked with each movement. Chains clanged against each other as he struggled.
"Don't worry. Shhh, it's okay." The soft touch of Belle's hand caressed down his back and over his bottom before rubbing his sides in a soothing motion. She placed a kiss on his shoulder. "No flogging, no whips, okay?"
Van nodded his head.
"I'll just have to find another way to tease you." Belle kissed him again before walking away. Van slouched in relief. He could tolerate anything she threw at him except for a few things. Flogging and whipping were two of those things. While he waited for her return, Van thought about his current situation. He had never thought that Belle, of all people, would have him tied up like this. If his friends could see him, they would be laughing. Van always needed to be in control. In this moment, he didn't mind so much. The pleasure she was giving him was reward enough. He looked forward to seeing what she would think up next.
"No flogging or whips, so what about feathers? Do you like those?" Softness caressed his cock, sending a shiver up his spine. The tingles at the small of his back increased. He sucked in a large breath as tendrils of pleasure extended through his body. Brief touches of the feathers teased his cock, balls, inner thighs, and the backs of his knees before they worked their way up to his ass and spine. He shook with the effort to hold back. When the feathers got to the back of his neck, he couldn't stop himself -- he began to laugh.
"You think this is funny? Let's see how you feel about this." Her footsteps made their way around him to the front. The feathers returned to tease his cock. Each stroke, every brush drove him mad. His fingers twitched as he tried to keep from reaching out to her. His toes scrunched and relaxed as his body quaked with need to move, to do something to stop the torment. His desire grew more, the flames rising higher. Van began to drown in sensation. He was overwhelmed with lust and need, pain and pleasure. What he was feeling, what she was doing to him, pushed him beyond limits he hadn't even known he had.
He cried out when he felt the flick of her tongue at the slit of his cock. She did it again and again as the feathers moved lower to tickle his ball sac. Van snapped. He felt his actions as though from a distance. His mouth fell open and a roar resounded. His muscles flexed as he jerked his arms up, snapping the chains that were connected to the floor. He grabbed Belle's shoulders and pushed her back.
"No more," he grunted out.
Liquid midnight brown eyes gazed up at him. No fear or hesitation showed on her face. A smile curled her lips, and her pointed ears twitched. She reached up, pushed his hands away and straightened up. Belle placed her hands on his chest. With strength he didn't know she had, she shoved him. He moved backward until his back hit the wall.
"Finally, it's playtime. I was getting bored." She moved with a swiftness only the elves possessed. In the blink of an eye, she was on him. Her lips covered his body, sucking at his skin. Her nails raked his sides as he buried his hands in her hair. With a groan, he pulled her head back, lowered his face and took her mouth in a possessive, hungry kiss. Van released her hair and began tearing at her clothes. He ripped the laces of her corset and shoved it off of her arms, tore at her bra and yanked at the waistband of her skirt.
She moved her face back. "You're going to owe me new clothes, incubus."
"Don't care." He moved his hands down to rip at her panties. For a moment he thought of dropping to his knees and taking off her boots. No time.
Instead, he guided her toward the massive bed at the other end of the room. They tripped over each other as they maneuvered around tables and chairs. Mental note: get rid of the furniture in my suite.
Finally, they reached the end of the bed. Impatient for her and aching for release, he grasped her hips, lifting her off of her feet and onto the platform bed. She scooted back on the mattress, pausing to remove the ripped remains of her underwear. Belle was a study in perfection with her full breasts topped by dark nipples, trim waist and ample hips. She moved back further until her milk chocolate skin was half bathed in shadow, and only her thigh-high boots were illuminated by the golden light of candles.
He watched her spread her legs. It was too dark to see her pussy lips, even with his vampiric vision. Van cursed himself for insisting on having curtains around the bed. A giggle made him pause.
"Can't see me, can you? Let me tell you what I'm doing now. I'm teasing my pussy lips, stroking them slowly while I imagine it's your tongue lapping my labia." A moan followed those words. A ripple of impatience went through him. Van climbed on the bed and made his way toward her.
"I'm now stroking my clit. Oh goddess, Van, so close. I want you inside of me now."
He didn't have to be told twice. He crawled up her body until he covered her completely. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Belle's dark brown eyes -- now black -- glittered with the flames of desire. Her scent became stronger. He groaned as he felt her skin rubbing against his stomach.
"You're still touching yourself," he murmured. Van hung over her, waiting for her answer.
"Yes."
That single word was like a gunshot at the starting line. He needed to be inside Belle. Now! The movement of her arm stopped, and then he felt leather pressing against his waist. Sharp pinpricks of pain burst on the backs of his thighs as her heels pressed into the skin. She rolled her hips, and he felt the first brush of the damp lips of her sex against his cock. Van shook as he tried to hold back the urge to just drive into her, not wanting to be too rough. With great restraint, he reached down between them to position himself at her entrance.
Just the feel of her soft skin against his cockhead pushed at his control. Swallowing and taking in a deep breath, he thrust forward. His body shook as he pushed his cock inside inch by inch. Once he was fully seated inside of her, Van stopped to savor the feel of her tight wet heat surrounding his cock. His heart hammered in his chest as every instinct in him screamed for him to move. Instead, he remained as still as possible. With deep breaths and concentration, he pulled out and moved back, building up a rhythm between them. Belle moved with him, occasionally squeezing her vaginal muscles, intensifying the pleasure.
They moved against each other. Her nipples brushed his chest. Her nails raked his back. The pace picked up. The sound of wet flesh slapping and sliding against each other filled the air. His incisors throbbed. Moisture pooled in his mouth as the urge to sink his fangs into her neck and drink slipped into his desire to claim her. He fought himself, wanting to keep his urges out of this joining, but they became an insistent buzz that wouldn't go away.
Belle turned her head to the side, exposing the long column of her neck to him. "Drink, Van. Please."
Her fingers slipped into his hair. She pulled his head down. Stifling a groan, he moved his face closer. Van took a second to trace a line from the crook of her neck to her pulse point with his tongue and she moaned.
He growled at the burst of pain before scraping his fangs over her jugular.
"Please," she mewled, arching her neck.
Unable to resist her plea, he opened his mouth wide before biting down. Her blood burst into his mouth, rushing over his taste buds. His body came alive. Electricity danced along his nerve endings as he fed. Everything became magnified: the slide of their bodies, the salty tang of her blood, the pleasure from the simple act of pulling out and pushing into her tight sheath.
Van moaned around the wound. The world narrowed down to fucking and drinking. The tattoo between his shoulder blades burned as his incubus nature awakened. His hungers increased. He began to move his hips faster, pounding her pussy harder. Fire danced along his spine as the pleasure increased. With each thrust and every sip, he was pushed closer and closer to climax. Pressure welled up inside until the sensations spilled over. His cock twitched and thickened. His balls pulled closer to his body.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Van shouted out his release just as his alarm clock sounded. The dream faded around the edges.
"NO!" He yelled out as his cock continued to spurt jets of come. Shaking, the sheets clinging to his sweat-soaked body, he groaned as the fantasy melted into nothing. The last of his seed dribbled out to stain the bedding. Breathing hard, Van rolled over. The hunger and thirst had been fed, but the man in him felt unsatisfied. It had all been a dream, one he hadn't wanted to wake up from.
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Hades Helmet Crew: Subterfuge by Selena Illyria

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Hades' Helmet Crew 3: Subterfuge by Selena Illyria cover art by Reneé George ISBN: 978-1-60521-447-4 Genre(s): Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi Theme(s): Interracial Series: Hades' Helmet Crew Length: Novella

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Danger surrounds con-artist extraordinaire Diego as he infiltrates the Hades Helmet world. Posing as The Ambassador, he must deceive everyone to pull off another con, one that could cost him his life. What he really wants is to be with Anarrae and explore what they started on Il Doge, no masks, no lies. An assassin is on the loose and their lives are threatened but only the passion they've found can keep them sane in a world filled with subterfuge. Can Diego convince Ana to be with him even as the danger increases?
Author Note: Subterfuge takes place after the events in Carnevale. Best to read Carnevale first to understand references made in Subterfuge.
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Hades' Helmet Crew 3: Subterfuge
Selena Illyria
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Golden clouds surrounded her. Anarrae floated among the stars. Everything felt good, so light and free. Warmth filled her up like a cup. It all felt so good. The world quivered around the edges. She felt her body shake but didn't respond. Being so high and relaxed felt too good. She didn't want to go back to that world she had just left. It had been too loud and violent. Shots ricocheted around her head and she winced. Too loud. "Anarrae, love, don't leave me," someone whispered. "Please, stay with me. Hang on."
Dodger? She opened her eyes and blinked at the bright lights. Blue eyes gazed at her. Not Dodger. She groaned and closed her eyes again only to be shaken. A throbbing started in her head and her stomach flipped. Ana tried push the person away, but her arms refused to move, like deadweight. She felt them but couldn't command them to do anything. Instead of panicking, she tried to fall asleep again. The golden clouds surrounded her, and this time she saw stars twinkling against a deep purple sky. Crystal blue rings appeared next as she floated higher.
"Anarrae!" Dodger's voice yelled at her from a distance. She turned her head, trying to spot him, only to see blue eyes staring at her, anger written in the dark sapphire depths. Why is he angry with me? she grumbled to herself.
"Wake up!" More shaking followed that command, and this time Ana thought she really was going to throw up. Her eyes flew open, and she rolled to the side only to fall to the floor. With a groan she pushed herself up and looked around. The pounding in her head made it difficult to focus. She wanted to return to her golden cloud world and drift.
"Ambassador, please do not yell at my patients!"
Ana looked up to find Dr. Titheniel, the Earth Elven doctor, glaring at someone and flicking stick-straight, mink-colored hair over her shoulder. Her lithe figure radiated agitation.
Ana sat up and saw a stranger sitting by the bed she'd just fallen from. Thick, wavy blond hair framed an angular face. Dark blue eyes turned to look at her, pinning her to the floor with their intensity. He seemed so familiar, but she couldn't place where she'd seen him before.
The cargo bay. The ambassador. Ana scrambled up, only to feel lightheaded. Her knees gave out and she crumpled back to the floor. Strong arms circled her waist and hauled her up. Once on steady ground, she turned to thank the person, only to have her stomach rebel. In that moment, a chill descended over her and sweat beaded on her brow as she pushed the man away and retched all over the med deck. The world swam before her eyes and she passed out again.

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