DRB1stchp Changeling Press 48Hr Event (24 & 25 December)

A little late but Changeling Press took over the DRB1stChp blog all of Dec 24th and 25th. Check out these hot first chapter excerpts:

~ The Night Before Christmas by Shelby Morgen
(Erotic MF Paranormal IR Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/the-night-before-christmas-by-shelby-morgen/

~ Christmas Pageant by Sahara Kelly
(Erotic MF Contemporary Comedy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/christmas-pageant-by-sahara-kelly/

~ Vampire Christmas by Angela Knight
(Erotic MF Paranormal Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/vampire-christmas-by-angela-knight/

~ Blood and Soul Collection by Kate Hill
(Erotic MF Vampire BDSM Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-blood-and-soul/

~ Women of Steel Collection by Camille Anthony
(Erotic MF Futuristic/SciFi IR Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-women-of-steel/

~ Jingle All the Way Collection by Judy Mays
(Erotic MF Christmas Vampire Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-jingle-all-the-way/

~ Rookery Cove: Faun of Time by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic MM Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-faun-of-a-time-by-jade-buchanan/

~ Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma by Tuesday Morrigan
(Erotic MFMMM Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-kidnapping-karisma-by-tuesday-morrigan/

~ Soul Familiar Collection by Kate Steele
(Erotic MM Paranormal Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-soul-familiar/

~ Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic SciFi Paranormal Romance, MM & MMF)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-felidae/

~ Elven Enchantment Collection by Willa Okati
(Erotic MMF Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/category/series-elven/

~ Rookery Cove: Pixie's Prisoner by Lacey Savage
(Erotic MF Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-pixies-prisoner-by-lacey-savage/

~ Rookery Cove: Ocean's Call by Dawn Montgomery
(Erotic MMF Shifter Romance)
http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/rookery-cove-oceans-call-by-dawn-montgomery/

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

New Releases/Armageddon Sale!

It's Friday on Christmas Island -- New Releases/Armageddon Sale! 

Kiritimati, Christmas Island, Kiribati

Current Time Friday, December 21, 2012 at 1:48:42 AM LINT

Standard time zone: UTC/GMT +14 hours

Current conditionsPartly cloudy. Mild.  82 °F

Duration of day: 12 hours, 1 minute (same as yesterday)

 

New Releases:

Elven Enchantment (Collection) by Willa Okati $8.99

Wanted: Wild, willing women eager for the exhilaration of Elvish enchantments.

Felidae (Collection) by Jade Buchanan $9.99

The pride is ready for some changes... particularly when it comes to their sleeping arrangements.

Soul Familiar (Collection) by Kate Steele $8.99

Alex, a soul familiar, has the solution to Tyler's problem. All he wants in exchange is Tyler...

Rookery Cove Vol 3 by Lacey Savage, Kira Stone, Tuesday Morrigan and Dawn Montgomery $8.99

Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs guarantees pleasure from all our paranormal products -- one way or another...

 

Now Available at www.ChangelingPress.com

 

Armageddon Sale! (We didn't want to wait till tomorrow, just in case.)

Buy any Collection from our special annual Christmas Break All Collections week, and take 15% off as many books as you can stuff in your cart! One day only, as long as it's 12/21/12 somewhere in the world. Code: 12-21-12 -- in case it's the last thing you do, read a great book! Otherwise, celebrate Winter Solstice with us.

 

Christmas Past 99¢ Sale -- Did you miss a Changeling Christmas Past?
All Holiday Howlz, Sugarplums, and White Hot Christmas stories now only 99¢

 

A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest --
Win Free Books For a Year!
Nine readers will win Free Books For A Year:
One book a month (Five winners, 12 books each)
Two books a month (Two winners, 24 books each!)
Two books a week (Two winners, 104 books each!)
And the Naughty List -- Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random winner for each Christmas title
The best part -- all you have to do to get on Changeling's Naughty List is buy any Santa's Helpers Christmas title at www.ChangelingPress.com during the month of December and you're automatically entered to win. Enter now!

**Naughty List Winners are all still eligible for  
A Very Changeling 9th Annual Christmas Contest --
Win Free Books For a Year!

 

Margaret RileyPublisher
http://ChangelingPress.com
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com
http://RazorsEdgePress.com

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (26 Nov)

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.

Posted on Monday (26 Nov):

** Wet 4: Overflow by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic MFM Paranormal MC/IR Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/overflow-by-zenobia-renquist.html

** Warrior's Craft 4: Four GI's & a Witch by Cheryl Dragon
(Erotic MFMMM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/four-gis-witch-by-cheryl-dragon.html

** Tiger Fork by Saloni Quinby
(Erotic MM Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/tiger-fork-by-saloni-quinby.html

** Full Moon Heat Collection by Lia Connor
(Erotic MMF Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/the-pack-1-full-moon-heat-by-lia-connor.html

Posted on Saturday (24 Nov):

* Sating the Lust God by Kate Hill
(Erotic Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/sating-lust-god-by-kate-hill.html

* Cosmic Cops 2: Dark Ecstasy by B.J. McCall
(Erotic SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/dark-ecstasy-by-bj-mccall.html

* Beast 1: Taking Back Control by Renee George
(Erotic MM Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/taking-back-control-by-renee-george.html

* Dante's World 2: Morgan's Creed by Willa Okati
(Erotic Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/morgans-creed-by-willa-okati.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Vaaden Warriors 1: Rheul by Jessica Coulter Smith
(Erotic Futuristic SciFi Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/rheul-by-jessica-coulter-smith.html

** Inked 2: Cactus Juice by Kate Hill
(Erotic MMM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/cactus-juice-by-kate-hill.html

** All Wrapped Up: Branded by Ann Jacobs
(Erotic BDSM Futuristic Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/all-wrapped-up-vol-1-collection.html

** Moonlust 3: Claiming Moon by B.J. McCall
(Erotic Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/claiming-moon-by-bj-mccall.html


--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (19 November)

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

Posted on Monday (19 Nov):

** Razor's Edge: Office Work by Ayla Ruse
(Erotica Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Multi-Partner Contemporary Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/office-work-by-ayla-ruse.html

** Protect and Serve: Speed Demon by Cynthia Sax
(Erotic MM Futuristic Paranormal Suspense Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/speed-demon-by-cynthia-sax.html

** Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland
(Erotic MF Shifter Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/stakeout-by-shelby-morgen-and-marteeka.html

** Broken Wings Part One by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic MM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/broken-wings-part-1-by-stephanie-burke.html

Posted on Saturday (17 Nov):

** Polanski Brothers: Home of Eternal Rest by Dakota Cassidy
(Erotic MF Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/polanski-brothers-home-of-eternal-rest.html

** Possession Obsession by Ciarra Sims
(Erotic BBW BDSM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/possession-obsession-by-ciarra-sims.html

** Telesians 1: The Siren's Challenge by Alice Gaines
(Erotic MF Futuristic/SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/the-sirens-challenge-by-alice-gaines.html

** Freedom 1: Freedom Rising by Willa Okati
(Erotic MM Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/freedom-rising-by-willa-okati.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Cirque Caprice 2: Tumbling by Julia Talbot
(Erotic MMF BBW Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/tumbling-by-julia-talbot.html

** Cafe Midnight: Chamomile Nights by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic MF IR Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/chamomile-nights-by-zenobia-renquist.html

** Shifter's Galaxy 1: Accommodating Desire by Silvia Violet
(Erotic BDSM MMF Shifter SciFi Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/accommodating-desire-by-silvia-violet.html

** Dragos 4: Inflamed by Amber Kallyn
(Erotic MF Dragon Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/inflamed-by-amber-kallyn.html

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (12 November)

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

Posted on Monday (12 Nov):

** Razor's Edge: Nobody Rides for Free by Sara Jay
(Erotica Menage Paranormal)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/nobody-rides-for-free-by-sara-jay.html

** Keeping Score 2: Two Down by Julia Talbot
(Erotic MM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/two-down-by-julia-talbot.html

** Followed by Megan Slayer
(Erotic MM Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/followed-by-megan-slayer.html

** Coriolis 1: Distress Signal by Mychael Black
(Erotic MM SciFi BDSM Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/distress-signal-by-mychael-black.html

Posted on Saturday (10 Nov):

** Sleeping Dragon by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic MM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/sleeping-dragon-by-stephanie-burke.html

** Jolene's Pooka by Kate Hill
(Erotic Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/jolenes-pooka-by-kate-hill.html

** Changeling by Shelby Morgen
(Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/changeling-by-shelby-morgen.html

** Elven 1: Elven Enchantment by Willa Okati
(Erotic MMF Urban Fantasy Romance)

Blast from the blog past:

** Molten by Kira Stone
(Erotic MM Futuristic Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/molten-by-kira-stone.html

** Northern Bears 2: Unbearable by Jade Buchanan
(Erotic MMM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/unbearable-by-jade-buchanan.html

** Solum's Aurora Collection by Marteeka Karland
(Erotic Futuristic Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/solums-aurora-collection-by-marteeka.html

** Assassins in Lace 3: Blackout by Jocelyn Michel
(Erotic Vampire Shifter Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/blackout-by-jocelyn-michel.html

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mondays/Saturdays (05 November)

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


Happy Reading,

~ Zenobia

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

New Releases: Nov 2nd

Sweet Dreams by Willa Okati $3.99
Sometimes dreams really do come true.

Mercenaries: Private Skirmish by Anne Kane $3.99
What do you do when the woman you love is up for auction? Make sure you're the highest bidder!

Kendren's Prize by Ashlynn Monroe $3.99
Will Kendren give into temptation – and risk his soul -- or sell his prize to the highest bidder?

Rookery Cove Vol. 2 by  Stephanie Burke, Michele Bardsley, Kira Stone and Jade Buchanan $7.99
Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs, here to satisfy the intimate needs of every paranormal.

 

Now Available at http://ChangelingPress.com  

 

1¢ Sale! Obedience by Isabella Jordan
What's a princess to do when two gorgeous hunks place a sensual demand of obedience or two on her?

 

Be sure to stop by the Changeling Bar and Grill this weekend for the next Changeling Flash Fiction Weekend -- 100 word Challenge!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/changelingpress

New Theme/scenario announced at the start of each new challenge. Loads of fun, free reads, and readers can play too!

 

Congratulations to Lillian, Diane, Martina, and Tara -- our Octoberfest winners (free books for a month) Coming in December, Changeling's annual Very Changeling Christmas contest -- win free books for a year!

 

Got an eReader? Two ways to get your books: From your account login, choose the "download this book" option to save to your computer. Or choose "email this book to myself" to send your books directly to your ebook reader. Or choose both!

 

Margaret RileyPublisherhttp://ChangelingPress.com
http://changelingpress.blogspot.com
http://RazorsEdgePress.com

Flash Fiction Roundup - 21 September

14 September 2012 Theme

You just woke up with a brand new pair of wings... HUGE wings. Now what?

Mikala Ash
CONFESSIONS OF A WINGED INTROVERT
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155179

Sam Cheever
SEE HOW THEY FALL
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155170

Cheryl Dragon
ANGEL & THE BAD GIRL
(FF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155159

Nicole Fox
EARNING HALO
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155181

Kate Hill
BEN & TYLER: GOOD MORNING ANGEL
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155264

Sara Jay
HEAVENLY HANGOVER
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155195

B.J. McCall
NIGHTWING
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155172

Willa Okati
NIGHTINGALE'S INTERLUDE
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155261

Cynthia Sax
COMMANDMENTS
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155176

Megan Slayer
WING BENEFITS
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/155229


Stop by the Changeling Press Bar & Grille to indulge in some steamy quickies. Each week is a new theme. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/

** Contest **

Readers, do you have an idea for a flash fiction theme? Your idea could win you a FREE ebook from Changeling Press.

---How to Enter---
- Send your suggestion(s) to flashfictionthemes(AT)changelingpress(DOT)com
- Subject line "Flash Fiction Theme"
- Include your theme suggestion (of course) and your name

---Rules---
- This is NOT a lottery. Your suggestion has to catch our eye.
- No repeats of what has already appeared
- Suggestions posted to the loop do NOT count towards the contest
- Winner chosen on Fridays
- First winner announced on 05 October
- Winner each week so long as we have entries
- You can send multiple suggestions but only ONE suggestion per email

---Prize + Catch---
The winner can choose ONE Changeling Press ebook as their prize. BUT the ebook choices are limited to the authors who post flash fictions for the chosen theme. Winner can claim their prize the Monday following the Friday announcement.

New Releases: Sep 6th

New Releases:
Cat Came Back by Anne Kane $3.99Cat came back to town, and Jacob plans to keep her there.
Forever Wicked: Trusting Red by Kaylee Grayson $3.99To save her men, Red must submit to a pack of tempestuous wolves. Oh yeah… and survive.
Nightingale's Song by Willa Okati $3.99Nightingale Magnus's song is one of love lost long ago. And then, there was Ger.
Pret Ops (Collection) by Emma Ray Garrett $9.99Even on the toughest op, there's always time for love. If you don't get killed first.

Now Available at www.ChangelingPress.com

Be sure to stop by the Changeling Bar and Grill this weekend for the next
Changeling Flash Fiction Weekend -- 100 word Challenge
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/changelingpress.
New Theme/scenario to be announced at the start of each new challenge. Loads of fun, free reads, and readers can play too!

Ever wonder where Flash Fiction goes? One of our very first, Spaceport, grew into Spaceport: Security -- the book that launched Changeling's 30 plus book Spaceport Multi Author series. Read it now for 1¢
Spaceport: Security by Shelby Morgen -- 1¢ Sale! Commander Kala Decoltéir always gets her man, and she wants the space pirate they call Dancer...

Tired of waiting for new releases? Get your E-books the day they release-- shop at www.ChangelingPress.com and save time and money -- 10% off every order with discount codes in our weekly Insider.

Two ways to get your books: From your account login, choose the "download this book" option to save directly to your computer. Or choose "email this book to myself" to send your books directly to your ebook reader.

Margaret RileyPublisher
www.ChangelingPress.com
www.RazorsEdgePress.com

Best Man by Willa Okati

Best Man
by Willa Okati

Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-751-2
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
Page Count: 49

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1750

Blurb
Alexander's a man with an uncommonly happy disposition. His luck always holds true, and he takes chances with cheerful abandon. When he sees a New Year's Eve wedding running amok and a hot best man in need of help before Bridezilla goes boom, it's second nature for him to step in to lend a hand with the last-minute disasters that plague every wedding. The way Alexander sees it, he's earning good karma, winning over the adorable best man -- and he might just already be falling in love.
Excerpt
Best Man
Willa Okati
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Willa Okati

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"What's life without dreams? Without hope? Call me a cock-eyed optimist, but I believe that no opportunity isn't worth taking."
"Because they always work out for you."
"I'll share my luck, if you want." Alexander cupped his hand and blew a puff of winter smoke at Shawn. "There. You're set. And, Mother? No bursting anyone's bubbles."
"It's a nice thought, Alexander, but I can't even keep a plant alive. I killed a cactus by forgetting to water it. How does someone even begin to kill a cactus?" Shawn muttered.
"That does take skill," Josephine admitted. She patted Shawn's back with one small, gloved hand. "Perennial optimism is neither better nor worse than persistent pessimism. The right one for both of you is right around the bend. Six marriages, remember? I got it wrong so many times that karma decrees you'll both get it right. Now, do hurry, would you? I will not be denied a ninety-proof holiday espresso martini."
"Hold on a minute." The noise began to clarify itself as they drew closer to the Imperial Center. Alexander stopped them. "Do you hear that?"
"I can hardly help it, though I was happy to distract myself with my gentleman escorts' conversation, but what is that commotion?" Josephine shaded her eyes to peek. "Good Lord, is that a wedding?"
Alexander tilted his head to get a better look and a listen. "I think so."
"In this weather?" Shawn nudged at a fallen chunk of icy snow. "Are they out of their minds?"
"Darling, a bride's likely involved. Insanity is a given."
Where Shawn looked dubious, Alexander's intrigue only grew. He made sure Shawn held Josephine safe and secure and took half a dozen strides forward, drinking in the details. Bunting everywhere, a caterer's van well and truly stuck in the snow, and loud, loud, loud screeching emanating from within the Imperial Center.
"Who even holds a wedding on a holiday?"
"Someone who doesn't think ahead?" Shawn suggested.
Alexander laughed. He'd seen this movie. "Bridezilla."
Josephine pointed to a harried-looking string quartet trudging through a half-broken path through the snow, identifiable only by their attempts to lug instrument cases and speakers.
Alexander would have offered to help, but there was something about the grim white lines on the faces of the quartet that told him that'd be rushing in where angels feared to tread.
"Assuredly a Bridezilla," Josephine agreed. "And one without a morsel of common sense. Do you know how long it takes to plan a wedding of this extravagance? As you've kindly pointed out, I've been there and done that, and trust me. It takes well over a year. Even if we were still enjoying a white-out storm, they'd be digging out a path for an aisle the bride could walk up."
The shrieking from within reached a pitch almost in the range that only dogs could hear. Alexander winced.
Josephine laughed. "Never actually been in the presence of a Bridezilla before, have you?"
"If that's one of them, I think I'm glad I'm gay," Shawn said.
Alexander poked him. "Civil unions, brother, and the laws are changing. One day you'll find yourself having a panic attack over lobster canapes going bad."
"Probably. I think the one screaming just now was the groom."
Josephine's shoulders shook with amusement. "Well. When all's said and done, weddings do have one thing going for them."
"Such as?"
"Slutty groomsmen?" Alexander asked, perking up.
"If a guy's lucky," Shawn agreed. "Wait, look who I'm talking to. But are they worth it?"
"I have an uncommonly happy disposition." Alexander shot his sleeves straight and stood to his fullest height, shoulders squared at their broadest. "And sure, mostly."
"Not that we'll be finding out today. Lunch awaits," Josephine said firmly.
"Of course. I --"
Alexander ceased speaking or moving. Breathing might or might not become optional.
He became vaguely aware of Josephine tapping her foot. "Darling, follow-through is a virtue." She cleared her throat. "Alexander?"
Shawn snapped his fingers by Alexander's ear.
He heard both of them. He just wasn't paying attention. Because Alexander had seen him.
He being a man of slim build, slender at the hips and satisfyingly just broad enough at the shoulders to make his masculinity clear; a good and necessary thing for a man as beautiful as he with his red lips, formerly styled and now epically mussed black waves of hair, and blue eyes now raised to the heavens in a silent why me?
Alexander dropped his arm. "Then again, I might stick around. For a few. Take a rain check on the lunch?"
"You're going to crash the wedding?"
"Yes and no," Alexander said. The beautiful man had boxes upon boxes labeled WEDDING yet to unpack. "Wait and see."
Shawn shook his head but let him go. "You're not quite right. You know that, don't you?"
* * *
If a man acted as if he belonged in any given place, people usually didn't ask questions. Alexander took the steps at an easygoing pace and casually strolled to the lovely man's side. "Need a hand?"
"I could use three, to be honest." Pretty eased a double stack of linen napery on a bare table and stretched his arms, pulling each at the wrists to release the cramped muscles. Alexander could massage those for him, but... later. "Do I know you?"
Beauty and brains. "Not in the least," Alexander replied, twinkling at him. "I was passing by and thought I'd see if Good Samaritans were still in style."
Pretty rubbed his arms as he gave Alexander a once-over of bemusement and perhaps a bit of appreciation. "At least you're honest. If you promise not to take off with a box of table favors or hit on one of the bridesmaids, then be my guest. I'm serious about the bridesmaids. I love my sister -- the bride -- but if one more thing sends her off the deep end --"
Alexander laughed. "Don't worry. About the bride or the bridesmaids." He winked. "They aren't what caught my eye."
"Is that a fact?" Pretty's cheeks turning faintly pink, and the appearance of a small smile gave him away. "That makes two of us."
"You're honest, too. And beautiful."
The pink darkened to crimson. "And you're a flatterer." That would have been worrisome if he hadn't grinned at him and pushed one-half of the napery Alexander's way. "If you're sure you want to get involved in the madness... then you can be my guest."
"You can trust me," Alexander said, ripe with confidence. "Watch." He took the top cloth off the stack and gave it a good snap, meant to send a long cloth billowing out.
It would have been more impressive if said cloth hadn't turned out to be a dinner napkin.
Pretty burst into laughter. "I have to keep you now. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I turned you out to wreak havoc on general society." His cheeks remained pink and his blue eyes lambent. He offered his hand. "Noah McMasters. Call me Noah."
Alexander took Noah's hand. A very nice hand it was, too, slim and smooth but firm. "Alexander."
A hint of dimples enriched Noah's smile. "Just Alexander?"
"I have a surname, but I'll make you work for that one." Alexander winked at Noah -- the name fit him as well as a tailored glove, small and lovely -- and draped the napkin over his arm. He clicked his heels together and bowed from the waist. "Right now, I await your command. Tell me what you want from me and I'm yours."

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Jazz Bang Boom by Willa Okati

 Jazz Bang Boom

by Willa Okati

Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-537-2
Genre(s): Sci-Fi, Cyber-Punk
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
Page Count: 33

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T-minus sixty seconds. Really, it was bad manners to blow up a tea party, but some society dames were just asking for it. Jazz landed in the ornamental rose bushes outside his hostess's parlor window, gathered his heavy silk skirts around his knees, and ran like hell.
Jazz loves pretty things and things that go BOOM. Riot, aka "Tyger", is a man on a mission, searching for the bits and pieces that'll repair his damaged, bioconstructed DNA. It only makes sense for the happily mismatched lovers to turn pirate and sneak, snatch or con what they need.
One problem: occasionally Jazz gets a little too fond of explosives, and Tyger gets a tad too focused on his quest. And when that happens... well. That's when the adventuresome airshipmen need to vent a little steam.
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Willa Okati
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T-minus sixty seconds. Really, it was bad manners to blow up a tea party, but some society dames were just asking for it. Jazz landed in the ornamental rose bushes outside his hostess's parlor window, gathered his heavy silk skirts around his knees, and ran like hell.
Not that he was worried. Jazz knew his explosives like he knew his way around the three-dimensional differential equations of a projected illusory field.
And wine. And perfume. What? Jazz prided himself on having layers.
He ticked off the seconds in his head, listening to an internal countdown. Right about now the aforementioned queens of "polite" society (and those who knew Jazz knew far better than to push a particular argument on behavior becoming to a lady and the mind-boggling double-standards that -- oh, anyway).
Jazz did enjoy traveling to different worlds and sampling the finest wines, velvets, songs and yes, incendiary devices from the thousands of cultures that flourished around the galaxies, but the next time his honey, Riot, wanted to spend time where good manners were forbidden in favor of good times? No thanks.
Where had he been? Oh, right. Crap! Cue the fine ladies screeching, coughing and sneezing, the last of a harmless fog floating out the window he'd helpfully, er, opened by jumping through, and they might have regained enough composure after the flash and bang that went with the smoke to have started complaining and oh, right.
Five, four, three, two --
Jazz managed to free himself of the pannier hoops just in time to dive under the cover of a cluster of almost-certainly-sacred ancient oak trees, before -- BOOM.
If a thing was worth doing, it was worth doing properly. "Proper." See what I did there?
This time, however, the dainty device of detonation had not been hidden in Jazz's decolletage (quite convincing cleavage, if he did say so himself). He'd set the charges long before smiling politely and pretending to enjoy a coin-sized cress sandwich in the ladies' salon.
BOOM.
There, that was the ticket! One for distraction, two to cause confusion to his enemies, e.g. the people in possession of A Thing Jazz Wanted, and a third to blow the ever-living fuck out of irritatingly secure locks that otherwise prevented his honey from wholesale liberation of a few deliciously prized goods.
POOF.
Oops. He'd forgotten the fourth bomb in the salon. Well, that one had been a bit spur of the moment. And a leetle more powerful. Enough to, say, jar loose some ripe pickings of his own, if he were lucky. All he needed to do was circle back around, and --
The discreet two-way comms device concealed in the cunning shape of a rosebud earring spoke to him. "Overkill, Jazz. Overkill."
"Spoilsport," Jazz said, and sneezed. "Let he who has never enjoyed the smell of C4 in the morning cast the first stone in a glass house."
"Excuse me?" The voice on the comms sounded amused. "You're high on adrenaline again, aren't you?"
"Pish, tosh, nonsense, and absolutely, yes. Perhaps that was overkill. Others could say I was in the wrong, but I can't blame me."
"You are a ridiculous man," the speaker said fondly.
"I know." Jazz preened. He sneezed again. "Tch. Plastique is one thing. Debris coated in dust is quite another. What about you, tick-tock man? Did you get what you came here for?"
"Stop calling me that," Riot said, quite clear -- even over the comms -- that he didn't mind in the least, and even had a soft spot in his heart for the nickname. "Yeah, I got what I needed. And then some. Wasn't easy to find and I had to pay a price, but it was worth it."
Jazz enjoyed a ripple's worth of goosebumps. He anticipated all sorts of good things once back on board the Sarah-Jessica-No-Parking. A triumphant Riot made for a feisty Riot with his blood running hot and his body all-systems-go. He employed the same affectionate tone when he replied, "Tell that to the watercress and unspiced kimchi I had to eat to make nice with my hostess."
"The one you just blew up?"
"Unspiced kimchi," Jazz repeated.
"The trials and tragedies you face, darlin'."
"Darn right. This piece of the puzzle you went after -- tell me about it," he coaxed.
"Later. For the moment --"
"Yes, yes. Run and keep running until you swoop in to save the day, and clear out of here before the smoke does?"
"You read my mind," Riot said, very dryly indeed but pleased. Almost purring.
Consider Jazz's curiosity piqued.
"I'm on my way." Such a tragedy, but the skirts had to go. Almost a full bolt of silk! Still, a man had to do what a man had to do, even when he'd tricked himself out in the finest of ladies' clothing.
Probably more so at such times. Hmm. He'd have to think about that more later. In the meantime, business. Beautiful, sparkly, gloriously shiny business! Jazz retrieved the pouches of more easily liftable and valuable trinketry from the panniers and pushed them into his reticule.
"Jazz? When I said run, that wasn't a suggestion."
Oh! Right. "And what'll you be doing while I skedaddle? How will I know if I'm being rescued by the right man?"
"I'll be the one dangling out of an airship with a rope and a half-cocked plan."
"Easily recognizable," Jazz said happily. Wait. "How long a rope? How high do the airships go?" Wouldn't exactly Be Done to whip off the 3-D fooler facade, and on this steampunk aficionado's wet dream of a world the airships he'd seen before had to go quite high indeed --"Riot? How high?"
"High enough I'll make it worth your while to man up and climb. And," Riot purred, "when I say 'worth your while' I mean, 'I plan to punish you, then fuck you three-quarters of the way through the nearest flat surface.'"
"I am so on my way now."
"Fast?"
"Darling, you have no idea." Jazz kicked off his heels. Not the shoes, mind, those gorgeous soft-supple open-calf boots of fawn-soft suede. Just the heels and pattens. "After all, who do you think you're talking to?"
Oh dear. Jazz heard a set of mastiffs on their way. Here I go again. Skirts, knees, running feet, check. Go time.
Fast.
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Wild Ride Collection by Willa Okati

Wild Ride (Collection)

by Willa Okati Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-547-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Dark Fantasy, Time Travel, Wildest West, History Rewritten

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Length: Collection

Page Count: 225

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Wild Ride -- Strange dreams tell Nikos he's meant to be more than a Secret Keeper, tracking the predatory Nightlings. Alexei, a time traveler from the past, has come to find Nikos and take him back to the year 2007. It's going to be a wild ride...
Hell at One Dark Window -- It's the end of the world as we knew it. For most folk survival is all that matters, and the only justice to be found comes at the end of a pistol or the point of a stake. Barrett, a vampire and a highwayman, gets his kicks out of stealing from robber barons. He's going to take his human lover, Nathaniel, and getting the hell out of Dodge. So to speak. All he needs is to pull off one last big job...
Blood Red -- On the coldest night of the year, Ros is cast out of a village for the sin of lying with another man. He's meant to go to his death, but stumbles instead into the enchanted garden of a Beast... a vampire Beast. Will the Beast find the salvation he's sought for so long in the arms of a wise and willing story teller?
Sidetracked -- An escort-for-hire, Devon's just been humiliated and stiffed by his patron of the evening. When the subway taking him home switches tracks, Devon finds himself alone with a man in a white mask and gloves, a man who embodies every sexual fantasy Devon's ever had. Is this a dream, or has he found himself Phantom Night Rider?

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Willa Okati
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Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way!

Alfred Noyes
"The Highwayman"
"You're quiet tonight, lover."
"Am I?"
"Not a word's passed your lips except 'harder,' 'more,' and 'oh, God...' and those I recall being spoken in the heat of passion. You've not made a peep since. Being the smart type myself, despite all appearances, this tells me you've got something going on in that busy mind of yours. You care to share?"
"I don't know yet."
"Well, that's fair." Cool, strong arms wrapped around Nathaniel's waist, pulling him backwards against his lover's body. "Of course, you know I don't plan to let up until you spill the whole pot of beans."
Nathaniel gave a soft laugh despite himself. "I know you won't."
"So? Save us a little trouble, and tell me what's on your mind right now."
"Not yet." Nathaniel raised his hand and placed it palm-down on the cold window glass, where he stood staring out into the night, down to the abandoned stretch of cracked pavement running past his apartment. "There aren't words, so far."
"Hmm. Never known you to be at a loss before." Nathaniel's lover jostled him gently, playfully. "Never did meet a man who liked so much to talk about anything and everything. Apples to anthills. That's why I took a shine to you in the first place -- well, aside from an ass you could bounce quarters off and your pretty face. Sing for me."
"O figlio perdito --"
Nathaniel's lover jostled him. "Smarty-pants."
"Yeah." Nathaniel leaned into his lover's firm, gentle hold, savoring the feel of being held strong and sure by someone who'd never let him fall. Life taught gay men an early lesson: don't trust anyone unless you know for a fact they won't turn on you, and that they mean it when they say they love you. His partner had it all, did it all, said it all, and meant it all.
Nathaniel should have been able to be open about what was worrying him. Yet somehow, he found that he couldn't put his thoughts into words. Not yet.
His lover seemed to accept that. One thing about him, he did know when not to push. He simply held Nathaniel and rocked them soft and easy against one another, sexy yet comforting. "It'll be all right," he murmured after a moment. "Whatever's got you fretting, it'll be just fine."
Nathaniel's lips curved in a smile. "I know."
He reached down to lay his hands over his lover's, feeling the same mild shock as he had the first time they touched, finding them to be cool and satin-slick despite a few calluses. They held still as if carved from marble. No human could ever hold such a pose without so much as twitching.
Nathaniel had learned that there were more things on heaven and earth, Horatio, and so forth, but even he'd had a hard time accepting that the gorgeous man, all tousled hazelnut hair, twinkling blue eyes, and ready wit, was, of all things, a vampire.
Honestly, weren't vampires supposed to at least give a nod to tradition? He'd seen enough wannabes in his time to know the accepted look was unrelieved black from hair to clothes to boots. This man -- vampire -- on the other hand, gloried in wearing a soft flannel shirt, molded-on and faded blue jeans, and clean but battered sneakers. No thick, chunky jewelry, save for a cross necklace.
Yeah, a cross.
When he'd leaned back against the bar counter in the sports watering hole where they'd met, arms crossed, grinning broadly, Nathaniel had cracked up and told the man he had a hell of an imagination.
The vampire had shrugged, and asked for one night to prove himself.
Nathaniel didn't usually go for one-night stands, but this man had the look, he had the wit, and you had to admire someone with balls big enough to tell such outrageous stories.
He'd taken the vampire up on his offer.
And back in his apartment, when sharp fangs that were in no way fake pierced the soft skin of his neck, where throat met shoulder, and the vampire drank deep of his blood, Nathaniel had realized this was no lie. He'd found an honest-to-Satan vampire, and brought him home to bed.
What a bedding it had been, too! Tangled, sweaty limbs, lips and tongues fighting for dominance in wet, devouring kisses, and hands everywhere, from pinching nipples to gently rolling balls to stripping heavy, swollen cocks. Cool fingers, slick with oil, slipping inside Nathaniel, stretching him open with more patience and tenderness than any mortal had ever shown. The feel of the vampire's cock splitting him open, making him ache for more even as it was given to him, and then the blissful burn of being totally filled... well, Nathaniel hadn't minded the blood loss by then.
To his surprise, it still hadn't bothered him when he came down from his orgasm, when he and the vampire lay tangled together in a mass of sweaty sheets, stained with one another's come, marked by new-forming bruises and love bites. He'd let the vampire rest atop him, not breathing but still quaking in every muscle from the force of his climax, and thought, So, this is a vampire. If this is a creature of the night, I'll take him over a human any day.
The vampire had chuckled, as if reading Nathaniel's thoughts. He'd raised his head and grinned. "Barrett," he'd said, stroking Nathaniel's cheek. "My name's Barrett. D'you believe me now?"
Barrett. Nathaniel let himself fall into the soothing, rocking rhythm. When Barrett began to hum, some old tune by Johnny Cash that just fit his raspy voice, Nathaniel almost closed his eyes and purred with the pleasure of it.
Yes, his lover was a killer. More, he was a thief, a gambler, and an all-around bad guy. But Barrett loved Nathaniel with all his un-beating heart, would do anything for him, and that was what mattered in the end.
Soft lips brushed Nathaniel's ear. "So," Barrett murmured, "you feel ready to talk yet?"
Nathaniel stared out the window, at the lonely stretch of highway beneath them. He took in a deep breath, and nodded. "Yes," he said. "Don't leave me tonight. Promise you won't leave me."

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Paranormal Mates Society Vol 1 by Dakota Cassidy and Rachel Bo

Paranormal Mates Society Vol. I (Collection)

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

ISBN: 978-1-60521-683-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Paranormal Mates Society Multi-Author

Length: Collection

Page Count: 280

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

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

Dark Side

by Angela Knight, Elayne S. Venton, Willa Okati, Elisa Adams and Sierra DafoeCover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-60521-687-4

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Length: Collection

Page Count: 312

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Blurb:
Within each of us lies a dark secret -- forbidden passions so strong they frighten us with their intensity. Between these pages, our heroes struggle with their own irresistible longings. Dark lust blurs the line between love and sex -- their only hope, to embrace the unthinkable hungers and follow their mates into an abyss of dark and dangerous lust. And love.
Welcome to The Dark Side
The Dark One by Angela Knight
Matia of Ruza is one of the legendary Battlemaids -- a woman warrior who has taken an oath of celibacy in service of the Maid of Light. Kaska intends to make Matia the centerpiece in a sizzling erotic ritual in honor of his god.
Chain of Thorns by Willa Okati
Riven finds himself trapped and enslaved when Earth is destroyed in a fiery cataclysm. Where is the line between fantasy and reality -- slavery and love?
Waiting for You by Elayne S. Venton
Tybirius West is a mercenary -- and the one man Major Reeva Medusa can't get out of her mind. Trouble is, if Ty were on her side, he wouldn't have taken her captive, blindfolded, stripped and bound her. This time she may not be able to free the sex slaves -- she may become one!
BloodWolf by Sierra Dafoe
Baudouin Delacor wanders the earth, solitary, friendless, and hopeless. Centuries ago an ancient evil turned him into a beast for which there had never before been a name -- not the loup garou, the WereWolf, but the loup de sang. The BloodWolf. Delacor has only one hope left: that by destroying the succubus, he can free himself of its curse.
Night Creatures by Elisa Adams
Nightmares plague Juliana McGovern -- twisted, erotic dreams where monsters urge her to join them in their terrifying rituals. It's only a matter of time before they pull her into their world. And Max, the one man she thinks she can trust, has a few deadly secrets of his own.
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Angela Knight
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Kaska of Artane slowed his stallion to an easy amble. Prince Britar's fortress lay a full day away, and he'd ridden poor Warbringer hard this past month. He knew the Prince awaited the intelligence he'd gathered as a spy in neighboring Trovan but laming his horse would serve no purpose.
Particularly with war on the horizon.
Besides, the last time Kaska had come this way, he'd had to battle the local brigands. Two fell to his blade before the rest fled, but that left five. And they might be in the mood for revenge. I don't care to ride headlong into an ambush.
"Whoreson bastards!" A woman's roar of fury brought Kaska's head up. He drew Warbringer to a prancing halt.
Swords clashed, interspaced with male taunts and laughter. The laughter had a distinctly ugly note. The woman swore again, an edge of grim desperation in her voice.
The thieves had found a new victim.
Kaska set his heels to Warbringer's flanks and thundered up the road toward the sound. Rounding the bend, he saw five men fighting a lone female traveler they'd managed to unhorse. He recognized the dented, rusted armor and unshaven faces; it was indeed the same band of thieves.
But their victim was no common woman. Her armor and sword marked her as a follower of the Maid of Light -- a female warrior. She was tall for a woman, with a lithe, muscular build and pretty breasts barely contained by her intricately embossed breastplate. Long black hair swirled around her face as she spun and hacked at her tormentors with a slim sword designed for a woman's hand.
One of the brigands already lay dead at her feet, but four others remained, odds too great even for one of the legendary Battlemaids.
A grin of sheer, savage joy spread across Kaska's face. With a howl, he drew the blade sheathed across his back and kicked Warbringer into a thundering charge.
The nearest of the brigands whirled too late. Kaska took his head with a single stroke.
Another of the men jumped at him, hacking for his thigh with an axe, but Kaska spun Warbringer aside and thrust his blade into the thief's chest. The man tumbled off the lethal point, gurgling out his life.
Meanwhile, the third brigand fell to the Battlemaid's sword. His head tumbled from his shoulders.
The fourth man looked from Kaska to the thieves' would-be victim, calculated the odds, and took to his heels.
Kaska snatched a dagger from his thigh sheath and hurled it at the coward with an expert flip of his wrist. The man went down, the blade buried to the hilt between his shoulder blades.
Scarcely breathing hard, Kaska turned to the maid. "Are you well?"
"Well enough." She studied him, her dark eyes level. There was a sharp and elegant beauty to her face, with its broad, high cheekbones and square little chin. Her lush mouth could inspire a monk to carnal fantasies.
"My thanks, warrior," she said at last in a low, husky voice, pushing the long black hair out of her face. "There were too many of them for me to best alone." She considered him, appraising the width of his chest and the strength of his sword arm. Female appreciation lit her gaze, mixed with a warrior's caution.
She had reason for that caution, for he meant to challenge her himself. He worshiped the Dark One, and his god relished nothing as much as the moans of a defeated Battlemaid.
Imagining the tight grip of her virgin ass, Kaska felt his cock swell behind his loincloth.
Give her time to rest, and then...
Of course, the maid might well kill him instead, but looking at her long legs and full, sweet breasts, Kaska thought it a chance well worth taking.
But as he opened his mouth to warn her of his intent, all color left the Battlemaid's face. Her eyes rolled up. Kaska threw himself from Warbringer's back as she collapsed in a heap.
Two long strides carried him to the maid's side. Dropping to one knee on the dusty road, Kaska began an anxious examination. He found no wounds on the front of her body, so he rolled her onto her back.
The maid groaned and lifted her head. "Wha --?"
"Seems one of your cur attackers landed a blow after all," he told her grimly. "There's a stab wound in your back just under your backplate, over your left hip."
"Aye," she said, letting her head fall. "One of them had a dagger."
"'Tis not deep, but it bleeds still," Kaska said. "I can treat it, if you permit."
"Aye," the maid said, breathing now in shallow pants. "My thanks."
Kaska nodded and rose to retrieve his pack of battlefield medicines from Warbringer. Well, he thought as he walked to his horse, I won't be challenging her any time soon. Not with that wound.
Later, perhaps. When he'd examined her, he'd noticed she had a truly delicious ass.
He wanted it.
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Dona Nobis Pacem by Willa Okati

Dona Nobis Pacem

by Willa Okati Cover art: Zuri

ISBN: 978-1-60521-704-8

Genre(s): Wildest West

Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian

Length: Novel

Page Count: 120

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Blurb:
Dona Nobis Pacem. God Grant Us Peace.
Voiceless Donnell and defrocked priest Nathan are outcasts and strangers at the turn of the century. Despite his handicap, Donnell has made a life for himself as a businessman and owner of a saloon. His heart goes out to those whom life has dealt an unhappy hand. When Nathan arrives in this former gold-rush town, horsewhipped and ill to the point of collapse, Donnell is the only one to offer help.
Barely ordained before being accused of unnatural desires, Nathan has been sent to travel a faux road to Damascus as penance. He did not expect to survive the trek, and longed for the peace he might find when his body gave up the fight.
He never expected to meet someone like Donnell. Despite his lack of voice, Donnell is the teacher Nathan has hungered for all his life, and the lover he never dared seek out. Triumphing over a lifetime's worth of threatened damnation will not be easy to overcome, but Donnell's not giving up. The passion they share is what both men have always craved, but never found. When they are discovered, standing together is the only thing will save them both.
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Willa Okati
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In a fit of optimism, some enterprising settler twenty-odd years ago had named this patch of land "Shady Grove." The name hadn't stuck longer than the first summer, arid heat scorching the life out of anything the daft fellow had tried to plant, and carrying away his wife and children.
After that, or so the story went, the settler had cursed his homestead with the new name of "Hell."
When gold was found not far west in a puny stream, the name changed yet again to "El Dorado." Though that lasted no longer than the rush of miners who picked, panned and mined away most of the precious metal.
When the gold was mostly gone and civilization caught up with the roughneck men who'd blazed through in search of riches, there came bankers, lawyers and doctors, along with their pretty wives and dainty daughters. Amongst themselves, they'd formed a quaint city council, elected a mayor, nominated a marshal, and rechristened this hole in the ground as "Nazareth."
Those whose tongues weren't corseted by the niceties observed in polite society still called the former boomtown "Hell."
As for Donnell, he called it home, and had since the day he was born, a silent infant who'd opened his mouth to wail, but made almost no sound, not then and rarely ever afterward. The best he could manage was a sort of scale of breathing -- a whistle, a shush, a sigh. He'd never spoken a proper word. At least his hearing was top-notch.
Music was Donnell's voice instead, tickled out through the ivories of the old upright piano he'd paid a considerable sum in gold dust to have shipped from Chicago. Within the safe haven of Treighton's saloon, Donnell had placed that piano facing the street, where he'd have a fine view through the mosquito netting over the window when he played.
He could arrange Treighton's however he wanted, no questions asked. Owner's rules and that owner would be him.
Music wasn't his only skill. He was a favored son of Lady Luck, and the cards danced to his tune. Those who thought a mute man was simple, and an easy cheat at faro, often found themselves losing big.
He'd given up the game after winning Treighton's, though. No sense in pushing his luck too far.
A man who'd call himself satisfied with his lot in life, Donnell caressed the piano keys, a jingling tune flowing smooth and sweet as quality whiskey under his mastery of the music. He let the corner of his mouth quirk upward with dry humor. Many were they who'd claimed the son of a whore, muteness aside, would never make anything of his life. They'd been wrong, too.
Did they accept his good fortune with grace? Hell, no. The "proper" folks of Nazareth scorned him still, and always would. Too good for the likes of him and his saloon.
Thank God for sinners, eh?
* * *
A sudden clamor rose from the dusty, uneven street outside, usually quiet and deadly dull during the morning hours while laborers and leftover miners toiled, polite society occupied themselves with polite works, and gamblers slept off their night's fun. Attention captured, Donnell peered through the mosquito netting over his window.
Soon enough, the source of the commotion came into view. Donnell raised one eyebrow, intrigued. A tall, lean man, far too thin for his height. He was dressed in the tattered remnants of a once-respectable shirt, now missing its collar and cuffs, and formerly sturdy denim trousers, with no hat on his head nor shoes on his feet nor a coat on his back. Bleached-out hair stringy from lack of washing and long enough to be caught up in a queue hung over his face and tangled across his eyes.
Donnell leaned forward, instantly captivated. He'd never seen the equal of those eyes, their color distinct even at this distance. Aqua blue, the shade of summer skies, dulled by hunger and pain, but no less remarkable.
In point of fact, were he to be cleaned up and provided with a few good healthy meals, Donnell guessed this young man would easily steal anyone's heart away. Not least of all his.
Not that anyone knew about his preferences. It was safer that way. He came in for scant questioning about his lack of female companionship, as most thought if his tongue didn't work then neither would his cock.
Donnell abandoned those thoughts and focused on the beautiful -- yes, beautiful -- young man instead, a far more pleasant diversion. He'd no stubble on his cheeks or chin, both badly sunburned. Young, then. Tall and gangly enough that at a guess Donnell would have put him in his late teens, no more than twenty, not so far Donnell's junior.
A man could make quite a lot of himself in twenty years plus change. He could raise himself a fine establishment like Donnell's, or he could end up staggering filthy and starving down a dusty, badlands street with children and bad-tempered dogs jeering him every barefooted step of the way.
Donnell frowned when the young man staggered, swaying alarmingly before righting himself. That didn't seem to be clumsiness, but rather weariness. Perhaps illness?
"Drunk," Bettina sniffed, peering past Donnell. She might work in a saloon, but she had no patience with men who behaved badly when they'd had too much of the grape and grain. She didn't scold like the holy men, no, she tore strips off their hides and nailed them to the wall, and they loved her for it.
Barely hearing her, Donnell continued to track the man's progress. Seeming to ignore the rabble jeering at him, he came to a stop and stood up as straight as he could, attempting to brush dust, mud and worse off his clothes, smoothing them down. He dragged his hair out of his face with hands that shook minutely and gazed up the length of the street still to go.
The quiet despair in his eyes struck a chord in Donnell's heart, reverberating with a sense of hollow misery. Here was a man who'd fallen as far as he could go, with a trail of heartbreak behind him that stretched out for as many miles as he'd walked.
Donnell sat back and drummed his fingers on his knees. Poor bastard.
Enough kind souls had helped Donnell in his day. He owed this poor fellow no less.

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Amused and Amazed Collection by Willa Okati

Amused and Amazed (Collection)

by Willa Okati Cover art: Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-545-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Alternative Universe, Gay and Lesbian

Length: Collection

Page Count: 207

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Blurb:
Drag Queen of Faerie: The course of true love just won't run smooth for hunk-next-door Will Taylor, who's in search of that special someone. All that focused energy attracts the attention of Queen Mab's lesser-well-known cousin Mabbey, the Drag Queen of the Faeries.
Valentine's Vow: Friends and casual bed buddies Thom and Ryan don't buy into the whole "true love" spiel. They have a good time together. Why would they want more? Luckily for this clueless pair, St. Valentine shows them how to appreciate a good thing when they've got it.
Independence Day: The boys are back -- and they're at it again. Ryan and Thom have returned for some hot Fourth of July action, but their newfound romance may just hit the skids when it comes to coming out as a couple.
Straight Man and Coffee Guy: Straight Man is anything but. He just doesn't have a sense of humor. And in a city with so many superheroes there's no one left to rescue, his power is attracting the freaks -- like Coffee Guy from the diner across the road, who has the power of the never-ending cup. Misfits in a mad, mad, mad world, they're pretty much perfect for each other.
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"So what would you say if I told you I was here to make every dream you've ever had come true?"

SM didn't even glance up from the magazine he was flipping through. Not that he'd been paying attention to the glossy pages. The skin magazine was designed for seriously lecherous and perverted types. Lots of pink, pouty things that kind of made his flesh want to shrivel up and his brain run away to hide. Still, better low-class reading material than none at all. Nothing else to do on the graveyard shift, was there?

"I'd ask if you were either AWOL from the City Genie conglomerate, wonder what you were selling, and pray you were the guy with the coffee I ordered --" he checked his watch -- "an hour ago."

"One out of three ain't bad." A cardboard tray smacked down on the hotel check-in counter. SM gladly abandoned his perusal of the so-called literature to reach up and grab a paper cup.

On his way, he spared a glance for the delivery boy. Not bad. Not bad at all. The kind of boy-next-door good looks that got his motor revving... or would if it weren't right around 3 a.m. Nothing short of an earthquake could get him excited enough to do much of anything this time of day.

He raised the lid and took a sip -- then choked. "This is cold!"

The delivery guy shrugged. "Well, you did it order a while back. Is it my fault it took this long to get away from the late-night crowd to bring the stuff over? And why did you order four cups, anyway? Have you got someone stashed under there?" He leaned over the counter, as if to check.

SM hastily knocked his magazine off into a trashcan. "No!"

"Come on, a hunk like you? There's someone under there." The coffee guy tilted up and over, resting his belly on the ledge, peeking. "Is that what I think -- no, just your shoe. Interesting. You dress like a wage slave drone, but those are some snappy sneakers."

"Sometimes I have to run to put out fires," SM replied dryly. Which was true enough. On more than one occasion, he had, especially when Combustion Man got too worked up. Oh, he didn't usually set more than the beds ablaze, but someone had to be quick on the draw with an extinguisher.

The truth was he wore the sneakers because they were comfortable, and it was one way of giving management the finger. Not that he'd admit it, of course, to a diner jockey.

He paused. "A hunk like me?"

"Well, yeah." Once he'd gotten up there, the coffee guy sat on the ledge, swinging his own sneakered feet back and forth. "You're a definite hottie. At least an eight on a scale of one to ten. Why do you think I waited to bring your coffee over myself?"

"To be annoying?"

"There is that," Coffee Guy agreed cheerfully. SM didn't see any harm in calling him that. It was neatly printed on his diner nametag, pinned crookedly on his tight-fitting T-shirt. "It's one of my better attributes."

"I'd hate to see the worse ones." SM took another sip of the brew. He blinked. "It's hotter."

"Thanks." Coffee Guy flexed his muscles. "I kind of thought so, myself."

"No, you dolt. I meant the coffee. It's not as cold anymore." SM took a careful sip and almost burned his tongue. He looked up accusingly. "Okay, give. How'd you do that?"

Coffee Guy shrugged. "It's a city full of real comic book heroes, right? Just about everyone and their brother has some kind of freaky power. I have dominion over the almighty bean, blessed be the name of Java. Behold." He pointed at SM's cup, which refilled the slight distance back up to the lid. "Talk about your never-ending pot."

"You're kidding me." SM drank again. "How'd you get a sweet talent like that?"

"As if it's special." Coffee Guy snorted. He started to flick through the check-in register. "All it gets me is the graveyard shift at a hotel diner. Or is this a motel? I can never keep it straight."

"Hotel. They have hallways and doors that open from the inside. Motels open onto the street."

"You learn something new every day."

"Keeps the brain active." SM peered at the cardboard tray with his other three, now steaming, cups of coffee. "Do you have the ability to summon cream and sugar as well?"

"Somehow I knew you'd be the kind of guy who had a sweet tooth." CG grinned at SM and reached into his pockets. "Wasn't room on the tray, but I came through in the clinch."

"Oh, God. You're an angel." SM groaned in pleasure as he cracked open two still-cool plastic cup-ettes of condensed milk and poured them in his cup. The sugar came next: three packets. "Swizzle stick?"

"They're not called swizzle sticks, moron."

SM cut CG a sharp look. "Oh, yeah? What's the right name, then?"

"Hell if I know." CG swung his legs a few more times while SM fixed his coffee to his pleasure. He even whistled a few bars of a tune, pretty badly off-key. In the middle of a bar, just as SM was recognizing the melody, he broke off to say, casually, "I kind of figured you to be the kind of guy who likes cream."

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